by Mia Moore
I stood there just staring. My first Caribbean sunset was worth the wait. I brought my hand to my mouth and started to tear up, it was so beautiful. Oh, I wish I brought my camera.
“It’s a sight you never get used to, you know.”
I gave a start at the voice behind me and spun around. It was that Steve guy from earlier in the day—the one who had stared at me during check in. Like me, he needed an all over tan as well. He was naked like me.
“You scared the hell out of me!”
His eyes widened. “I didn’t mean to. You walked right past me, I thought you realized I was here.” He had been standing next to a palm tree, and I didn’t notice him there. “I’m sorry, Miss.”
‘Miss?’ I couldn’t remember the last time I was called that. I gave him a quick glance up and down. Okay, I couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch—no big deal, average. Well… not really; he was limp, and still big. He saw me do so and didn’t bat an eye. I felt my own face flush a little.
“What are you doing out here anyway?” I gestured down the beach. “All the action’s down there, you know.” And I was telling the truth. There was a group playing volleyball, and there were people in paddleboats and a couple of kayaks out in the water.
His face twitched. “It’s my first time back in a while, and I just wanted—wait a second,” His face closed up. “I’m a guest here too you know. Why do I owe you an explanation anyway?” He turned away from me and lifted a small camera to the sunset and began to take pictures. “Sorry I startled you, okay?”
Now I felt like shit. “Apology accepted.” He didn’t acknowledge me, just kept taking pictures. I stalked away, happy to have gotten the last word.
Chapter 5: On Sunsets…
Steve
What the hell was I going to say to Jess next? ‘Well, Jess, the last time I stood on this spot was six years ago with my dying wife’. Who looks a hell of a lot like you. I’m taking the first photos of a Hedo sunset in six years. I have tons of Hedo sunsets you know. And this is the saddest one I’ve ever taken.
Yeah, that would be the ticket. My wife’s been dead for five years and I’m still grieving. And your presence is like being visited by a fucking ghost.
I took my eye off the viewfinder and glanced up the beach. She was still walking away. As quick as I could, I turned and took a shot of her leaving.
Of Pam leaving.
I started to cry.
Again, damn it.
Coming here was a huge mistake. As soon as the shipment gets cleared, I’ll deliver it and get the hell out of here.
Chapter 6: Nerves of Spaghetti
Jess
Every fiber in my being was screaming at me to turn around. To see if he was checking me out. Hell, to walk back and apologize for snapping at him. I ignored myself. How the hell can you ignore yourself?
Shit. I’ve been here for just a few hours, and my head was spinning. Meeting Carrie at the airport and being so damn attracted to her was just the first step into the Twilight Zone. Everything that happened at the swimming pool, and now this episode. This was shaping up to be a surreal vacation.
There was a boardwalk along the beach. I stepped up onto it and motored along, wondering when I could put my clothes back on.
That question was answered in just a minute when I came up to a sign that said ‘Prude Beach’. I saw people in swim trunks and bikinis. Some of the women were topless, but I was used to that. I just didn’t need the Clothes Police giving me a hard time.
The irony of that concept alone was enough to make me smile. Back home, you take your clothes off in public and the cops will give you a hard time. Down here, you wear clothes in public and the Security guys will give you a hard time.
I pulled my dress on over my head and headed up to the restaurant.
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It was a open atrium buffet. People were seated at tables scattered throughout. I didn’t even look the place over for familiar faces. That Steve guy was a familiar face, and that didn’t work out too good.
I approached the buffet setup, grabbing a tray and plate. Oh God, I was now officially starving. My mouth started to water at the aromas of all the dishes laid out. I blew past the soup, salads and soup offerings and went directly to where there was red meat. Oh God, I now died and went to heaven. There was a guy in a chef’s hat standing behind a warming table with the most succulent, delicious looking, Prime Rib I had ever seen. They said the food was good here when I looked online, but I had no idea how good Prime Rib could be when you hadn’t had anything to eat in about ten hours.
The chef was Jamaican, and just like the bartender, said to me, “Welcome to Hedonism, pretty lady! Your first night here?”
I nodded. “How can you tell?”
He smiled even wider. “Oh irie mon! A woman like you? If I’d seen you before, I’d be knowin’ your name by now! And what is your name so I’ll a-know when I see you again?”
Well, he didn’t say I was fat nor ugly. Memorable is good. I was now totally in love with the woman who talked me into buying this dress. “I’m Jess.”
“And will the lovely Jess be havin’ some of my fine Prime Rib tonight?” The damn guy was so merry! I couldn’t help but have my mood lift. He had a name tag that said ‘Lamston’.
“Well, Lamston, I’ll have a double.”
“Rare, medium or well done, Jess?”
“Medium’s fine.”
I no sooner had my meal prepared when a woman’s voice called my name. I turned around to see Carrie and Josh at a table waving at me. They were in t-shirts and shorts, actually pretty overdressed for the room. Many of the people eating were wearing the sheerest of cover-ups, and some of the women were eating topless.
Josh stood up when I arrived at the table, what a gentleman. Carrie’s eyes were dancing.
“Guys, I’m sorry, but I have got to get something into the fuel tank. I haven’t eaten a thing since the flight!” I said when I sat down.
Josh waved at me. “Don’t sweat it, Jess. Chow down. We’re pretty hungry too. We just finished playing some tennis.”
Tennis? You’re in the sex capitol of the world, and as soon as you arrive here you play tennis?
Carrie started laughing at the dumbfounded look on my face. “It was a bet between us. We dared each other that as soon as we arrived we’d bang a few balls around before diving into all the monkeyshines here! I didn’t think Josh would go through with it, and he called my bluff!”
Well, that explains the clothes. I took another bite, chewed and swallowed and while I worked on my third forkful, they mentioned the party tonight.
“What party?”
Josh frowned. “I’m not sure.”
“It’s masquerade night, hon,” said Carrie. She turned to me. “Every night they have a party. One night it’s a toga party—those are awesome! Another night it’s a BDSM theme, and so forth. Tonight it’s a masquerade party.”
“They’re pretty fun,” added Josh. “I don’t know why, but dancing with—”
“Or more than just dancing!” said Carrie cutting him off.
“Or more… when they’re wearing a mask… it adds something.” He held his hands up. “Even with someone you know… when you wear a mask, it changes things.” He arched his eyebrows. “In a very, very cool way!”
“I didn’t bring anything for dress up parties,” I said.
“Well, I might have an extra mask back at our room,” said Carrie.
I looked at her. And everything else in the dining room, even sexy Josh, faded into an almost grey background, leaving just her face shining. What the hell? I felt my mouth open just a little, and she responded. Her eyes widened and she sort of chewed her lower lip. Oh boy…
“Your … room…” I said…
“Yes! You can come by now, or we can go there for a nightcap after,” she put an elbow on the table staring at me, resting her cheek in her hand. I felt my tummy clench. I had never been with a woman before; I had never even thought of bein
g with a woman since high school! And that experience was more due to a slumber party and too much Amaretto filched from the liquor cabinet.
But now… looking over at her looking at me, a pulse—a damn pulse of wanton aching started at my feet and ended in my crotch.
“Sounds good.” My face was beginning to flush.
“Great!” Carrie’s smile was something special. “We’ll just finish here, and head back. Our room’s a minute walk away.”
“What am I chopped liver?” said Josh. We both turned to look at him. He was sitting there with his hand over his heart. “You two are plotting and scheming, and what about me?” He patted his chest. “I’m hurt.”
Carrie turned to Josh, and when she did, her hand covered mine on the table. As she spoke to him, she rubbed her index finger up my fingers, stroking the web between my middle and ring fingers. I lost all ability to speak and just watched the two of them.
“Hurt my ass—you get to watch, and you know it.” She turned back to me. “If that’s okay with you of course, Jess.” Her finger pressed firmly on my hand when she said it.
I don’t know if I was breathing anymore. I just nodded into her eyes. Whatever you want, Carrie. “Uhh… I’ve never…” came out of my mouth.
Now her hand just covered mine, but gently this time. “Jess, if anything happens that you’re not comfortable with, just say so. All you need to say is ‘No, thank you,’. It would be a disappointment, but this thing here only works when everyone’s on the same page because that’s where they want to be.” She was petting me like I was a spooked kitten. And I liked it.
“I just…”
“If you want to say no, then just say so, Jess,” said Carrie. “Josh and I think you’re awesome.”
“No!”
Her face fell.
“I mean, I’m saying ‘No’ to saying ‘No’!” Shit, now I’m blabbering. My nerves of steel just became a bowl of spaghetti. Overcooked spaghetti. “I mean, I don’t want to NOT try this, I’m just nervous.” My hand clenched hers. “I’ve been here just a few hours and it’s been great! I think you’re awesome!” My eyes went to Josh. “Both of you. I just…” My eyes dropped. “Don’t want to disappoint anyone I guess.” I looked back up.
I was scared stiff and excited as hell. Carrie’s blue eyes were watching me with… concern? She let go of my hands and cupped my face in them. Leaning forward, she kissed me. When our lips touched, I opened my mouth slightly. Taking my cue, her tongue, her sweet, soft, lemon tasting tongue entered mine and began to pet it. She held my face for a moment, and I relaxed into her.
Pulling her face away, still staying close, she murmured. “You’re still good then?” I nodded back.
“Hey, I got an idea,” said Josh. We both turned to him.
“Honey, we’re both sweaty, and the party starts in about an hour. How about you and I head back to our room to get ready? We both really need a shower, and that way you guys can get yourselves all prettied up.”
Carrie’s mouth turned down. “I wanna play now!” she said in a petulant voice. I giggled, and so did she. Josh was right, and the time spent getting ready would only ramp things up even more, and I was fine with that. We both nodded.
“Give me a hint what you’ll be wearing, Jess.”
“What color turns you on the most?”
“Red. No, black. Shit. Red and black? I don’t know…” She laughed. She was as addled as I was.
“Good. I’ll see you guys at the disco.” I kissed her forehead and stood up. I had some serious shopping to do now. I had a date, and I wanted my date to drool. I crossed over to Josh and gave him a hug while he was still sitting. He nuzzled into my chest, and his hands stroked my ass, his fingers glazing across the crack between my cheeks.
“Can’t wait to see more of this, Jess,” he said, his words muffled by my boobs as he grabbed a handful of my butt.
“Ass man, hunh?” I rubbed the top of his head.
“This ass, yeah. As if I’m the first guy to say it to you.”
He was. Well, here at least! I liked the roundness of my hips, but always felt my ass was too damn big. I kissed the top of his head, wondering what else was going to happen, adding more things to my shopping list. On the website, they said the new gift shop had everything you could possibly need, and I was going to find out if that was the case.
I let go of Josh. “I don’t know what time it is right now, but I’ll see you guys in about an hour or so, okay? Umm… make it an hour and a half.” I didn’t know how long I was going to spend shopping.
“Ninety minutes. We’ll check the clock when we get to our room, baby,” said Josh, standing.
I gave Carrie a squeeze and headed off.
Chapter 7: That’s Good Enough For Me!
They didn’t lie about the gift shop—it had everything I needed, and also a few other things I picked up from talking with Suzie the clerk who helped me. Hell, she was the manager. I went in there and made sure I could charge everything to my room. She pulled my room number and name up on the computer; she lifted one eyebrow just a touch, and looked up at me smiling.
“Anytin’ ya need, darlin’” she said. “I’ll be helpin’ ya pick out and try on if you’d like.” Well, top of the line accommodations along with an Amex Black card opens doors. What the hell, when I was working at the restaurant, when someone flashed a Platinum card, I gave them extra attention too. I had never tipped a sales clerk before, but that was going to change.
I told her I wanted to look positively killer sexy tonight, I had people to impress. She didn’t ask about a budget, instead went right to the racks. She pulled out three pieces and handed them to me to try on. She had a great eye, they fit perfectly.
Back in my room, it wasn’t until I was putting on my makeup that it hit me. I had picked up a rich red lip gloss at the gift shop. As I was brushing it on, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror.
“Jessica Adams, you have a date with a woman.”
My reflection nodded.
“You’re going to go down on her, aren’t you?”
I nodded again.
“What the hell is going on with you girl?”
I shrugged.
“Being naked wasn’t a big enough deal? You have to have sex with a woman?”
My brown eyes were staring at me wide eyed. “I dunno…”
I finished my makeup and went into the bedroom to escape my reflection. What the hell was going on with me? I sat down on the side of my bed.
Carrie was adorable. She had this sparkle about her from the moment we met. She’s someone special, but doesn’t realize it. And when she turned her attention on me, I was the center of her world.
And that made me special too somehow.
I just knew in my gut that sex with her would be something special. Okay… I hoped in my gut that it would.
“And that’s good enough for me!” I said out loud. I stood up and left the room.
It was a damn good thing I had lost my ‘walking around naked’ cherry earlier in the day. Yes, I was wearing clothes, including a mask, but if I bent over, once again I’d be mooning the world.
I was wearing a halter red peplum top with an extra long ruffle that just went over my ass. Which was a good thing, because the spandex leggings I had on were not only crotchless, but they also left my ass bare too. They weren’t much more than a glorified garter belt. The halter top was firm enough to keep the girls in place, but there was no bra to inhibit any groping. Two and a half inch stiletto pumps, and a clutch purse with a few items in it besides my room key completed my outfit.
I was also wearing a stunning mask. It was a lacey, filigree black mask that covered the top half of my face. The brow of it swept out to the side, ending in feather like points.
I entered the auditorium and the party was already in full swing. People gathered at tables whooping it up, and the drinks were flowing freely. The DJ was playing sensuous throbbing Reggae that had everyone in the mood. On the dance floor,
people of all ages were… well… coming as close to fucking while still clothed as you could get. I’ve been to some wild parties, but none of them held a candle to the uninhibited revelry I was witnessing.
Lori’s big hurdle when she was down here was to be comfortable naked in public. It was something she had never done before, and when she did it, a new world opened up for her. I wanted the same sort of renewal she experienced. I got past the strutting around starkers pretty damn quick. I let myself be absolutely wanton with Frank. But the idea of being with a woman gave me butterflies in my stomach. Bullshit— more like eagles, actually.
I was drawn to the idea because it scared me. If I didn’t give it a whirl here, where could I?
I wandered in the room looking around for Carrie. And Josh too, I guess. But it was Carrie that was on my mind while I was getting ready. It was Carrie that I wanted to meet up with. She’s so pretty, and so petite. Let’s face it—she’s got the body I would have picked out if I had the choice. It really didn’t make any sense to me why she wanted to be with me—to have sex with me—when there were so many other women here, most of who were in better shape than me. Yes, I think I’m okay to look at, but Carrie is something special.