Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2

by Cox, Anita

  “How could I not, Janette? This is a little slice of heaven here. The food is tremendous. The room is beautiful as are most of the people here.”

  “Good. It makes me happy to make you happy. And for what it’s worth, I like John. He’s a good match for you. He’s smart, ambitious, open minded and the man’s head over heels for you. I’d go on and on about his incredible body, but that you know.”

  “Oh God do I know. I still look at him and wonder how I managed to snag him up. He’s been so sweet to me.”

  “Don’t ever think you’re not good enough for someone. You’re smart, beautiful, fun and so personable. You are a catch and nothing less.” Janette sounded as if she were scolding me.

  “It’s not like that, Janette. I’m just in awe of him.” I smiled. “I know I’m good enough, it’s just that after my marriage to that troll…he’s a god. It seems surreal sometimes. He’s asked me to move in with him.”

  “And?” She sat with both hands on her coffee cup, eyeing me.

  “And, I haven’t really answered him yet.”

  “Do you love him?”

  I chewed my bottom lip.

  “Candy? Do you love him?”

  “I’ve been fighting it,” I admitted.

  “Why on earth would you do that?” Janette leaned back in her chair.

  “Because, I’ve been waiting for something bad to happen. Remember I was in love with my husband when I married him. I guess I just don’t trust my judgment in this department.” The thought made my stomach ache.

  “Candy, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that he’s madly in love with you. Clearly, he’s okay with the extra-curricular activities. If he treats you well, I say move in with him. You don’t have to get engaged right away. As a case in point, you should probably tell him you’ll move in, but that you’re not ready for nuptials any time soon. That way he’s not getting on his knee your first week in. He will know to take it slow.”

  “I think he’s gotten that message loud and clear.” I laughed.

  “Never hurts to solidify the point, Candy. Lovers have to be blatant with each other. Leave no margin for error. Make all expectations clear, that way the poor guy doesn’t screw things up just because he’s not psychic.”

  I nodded.

  “Enough of the serious talk. Now go, get your book, take on the beach and relax. I’ll be down in a bit to see that you aren’t burning if you fall asleep.” She stood and started shooing me away.

  I walked around the table and threw my arms around her. “I love you, Janette. You’re a really good friend.”

  “I love you too, dear. We are fantastic friends, which is why I brought you here. No run along before I drag you to the sand.”

  I smiled and walked away. I retreated to my room where I wound my hair into a bun, threw on a tank top and bikini bottoms and quickly made my way to the beach.

  Exhausted, I managed to finish the book, discovering who the serial killer was right before I passed out in the warmth of the sun.

  “Sugar, you’re going to burn your tits.”

  My eyes were blurry from sleeping face up in the sun.

  “Also, you sound like a mountain lion with that snore of yours. We really wore you out last night.” Though I couldn’t focus yet, the southern accent clued me in enough to know that Grace had just taken a seat next to me.

  She couldn’t let me sleep?

  “Really, you’re going to burn your tits. Roll over and toast your cute little behind for a while.”

  “Hey Grace.” I sat up looking around. I was reassured to find Janette watching me. I gave her a wave. “I actually have a friend keeping an eye on my degree of redness.”

  “I want to thank you again for last night. I’m tired too, I’m just going to settle down next to you.”

  “Ladies,” my cabana boy, ever attentive, stood over us, “care for some lemonade?”

  “Thank you,” I said taking a glass.

  “Thanks, doll.” Grace wiggled her boobs at him.

  I tried very hard not to roll my eyes.

  “God, I think I’m still drunk from last night.” Grace giggle as she swung her bikini top over her head.

  “You’re too much,” I snickered. Now laying on my stomach, I found myself bored. I wanted another book. I noticed one in Grace’s bag. “What are you reading?”

  “A Demon Awaits. I really love the library here. I discover so many new authors.”

  “I just finished Yoder’s Farm. I need to go get another good book.”

  Grace dug in her bag, retrieving her book. She handed it to me. “Let’s just swap. That book was recommended to me, but it was already checked out. Well, you checked it out minutes before I got to the library.”

  “Did you like A Demon Awaits?” I asked swapping books with her.

  “Very much. The writer is pretty good. It’s the third book by him I’ve read. I finished one a few days ago from the erotica section. It was called Semper Fi. I highly recommend that book, very steamy.”

  I tried to make a mental note of the book. Having never read erotica, I thought a good recommendation should be a great place to start.

  Settling in the sand, I opened the book. Being a voracious reader, I was nearly half way through when Janette came over.

  “Would you ladies like to get out of the sun and join me for tea?”

  “Good idea,” Grace said, “we redheads tend to burn easy.”

  I smiled. Janette kept her promise, watching that I wouldn’t burn.

  “I’m going to take a dip to cool off and I’ll be right there.”

  The water felt cool to my skin and was a welcomed feeling. I dipped under the water, wetting my hair. Looking over, I could see that Janette was already charming the pants off Grace. The woman just had a way about her.

  Reluctantly, I climbed out of the lagoon and toweled off. After gathering my things, I went to the cabana.

  “Candy, your friend is lovely. I can see why you like her.” Grace spoke quietly as Janette was giving instruction to the cabana boy.

  “Yes she is.”

  “Lunch will be served momentarily. Grace, I must ask you, how do you deal with producing all of those films. Doesn’t it get tiresome?”

  Good, they were talking business. I could zone out and enjoy the view. There were several nude couples cavorting around the beach. At least half a dozen people were fornicating near the lagoon. It was total hedonism. This was the place for me.

  PERFORMANCE

  Over the next two few days, John and I chose to spend most of the time on the beach or in our room. We relaxed and enjoyed intimate dinners alone. John looked happier than I had ever seen him since we met. He woke up smiling. He smiled all day and held me tight at night.

  I had returned the book Grace had checked out but didn’t check out another, figuring I would not hog the reading material unless I actually intended to read it.

  At the end of the week, there was a huge party planned on the beach. John and I were ready to join the crowd. He had a black silk shirt on with black khaki shorts. Spending so much time at the beach, he had a nice healthy glow, seriously adding to his sex appeal.

  Ensuring I matched his appeal, I had a tight black dress that barely covered my behind. My breasts were squished together and popping out the top. Sheila, my personal shopper, certainly knew what she was doing.

  “Holy hell!” John said as I exited the bathroom. “I’m going to have to beat them off with a stick or coconut or something!” He kissed me. “Sizzling hot as always.”

  “Thank you. You look mighty fine yourself. Ready to go turn some heads?”

  “I’m ready to take that dress off of you, but sure, let’s go.” He smacked my behind as we left the suite.

  The music could be heard as soon as we exited the building. Wonderful smells of food wafted toward us as we made our way down to the beach bar. A large dance floor had been erected overnight. The floor had lights that changed colors with the music.

  “I p
redict vomiting tonight. Some poor girl is going to drink too much and the lights are going to do her in.” John said pointing at the stage.

  “I’ll make sure it isn’t me.” I squeezed his hand. “I have plans for you!”

  I spotted James and Janette, who as always, had a seat waiting for us. If there was a VIP section, certainly that was it. Janette had a waitress already reserved just for her guests. The tables were full of her favorite snacks, including sushi, fruit, and shrimp cocktail.

  “The whole damned table is enjoying your espresso martinis.” Janette pointed out. “Seems it’s the new favorite around here.”

  Grace had been included in Janette’s group of friends. “Damn Candy, you weren’t kidding. These are delicious.”

  “I feel the need to warn everyone. Drink with caution. The caffeine in them just does something. If you drink too fast you’ll get drunk, want to pass out, but won’t be able to. The room will just spin and your ears will buzz. So please, no more than four and sip, don’t gulp them. I know it’s hard, because they’re so damned yummy.”

  “They’re delicious. I just finished my first though, so I’ll have a glass of water.” Janette said winking.

  “Great idea.” John said giving Janette a kiss on the cheek and shaking James’s hand.

  “Didn’t think we’d get to see you kids again,” James said. “You two look great. Take a few days for R and R?”

  “Yes, and I put my guard down and let the man romance me a bit too.” I nudged Janette.

  “I’m so glad you made it down tonight. This is the biggest party the place has. They bury a pig to cook it. They wrap it in banana leaves and it’s just so succulent. These folks really know how to cook.” James raised his glass and yelled, “To good friends.”

  Everyone yelled, “cheers.”

  “John,” James said, “do you mind if I steal Candy for a dance?”

  “That’s up to Candy, but watch your toes. She’s hell on the toes.” John put his hands in the air in surrender. I must have looked like I was going to slug him.

  “I’m going to take you on that dance floor, James, and show you that John’s a huge liar! Let’s go,” I said as I hooked his arm.

  He laughed and gave John a thumb in the air.

  “You two enjoying the trip so far?” he asked as he stretched one arm around my back.

  “I can’t believe the first week is gone already. It feels like we just got here.” A romantic slow song played in the background. Our fingers were locked and James arm was wrapped around my waist, yet it didn’t feel in appropriate.

  “It really does go by fast. But I’m curious…this is your first week here. Why did you guys decide to spend time alone rather than party with others?” James stopped swaying from side to side and looked directly at me.

  “James,” I looked around, “I feel like I’m on the witness stand. Janette’s the judge.”

  “Sorry,” he uttered before moving his feet again.

  I looked around the dance floor. People were starting to reach the point of no return, breasts hanging out, groping each other, making out. “The other night, Janette was so wonderful and set our place up for a party, so we hand one. I went out on the balcony for a smoke break and saw you two on the beach. You two looked so in love, so peaceful. Part of me felt bad, like I was spying on you. But really, I was in total admiration. When I was watching, it wasn’t for a sexual voyeur’s chair. It really was voyeuristic in another way. I watched a relationship, love, tenderness and kindness. It was sweet.”

  James kissed my cheek. “Romance, my dear, is one of the most important parts of keeping the spice in a marriage. John’s been talking to me on the golf course.”

  I leaned away to look at him, “Oh really?”

  “Well, curiosity got the best of me. So I poked him a bit. But it sounds like he’s been trying to romance your pants off for the last few weeks.” James pulled me back in close to him, because it was a bit uncomfortable to dance so far apart.

  “He has. He’s just been so sweet. It’s has gotten to the point of spoiling really. It’s just not something I’ve ever experienced before.”

  He snickered, “Yeah, I gathered as much. Between John and my wife showering you with gifts, champagne, parties and jewels you’re a damned princess now.” He chuckled.

  “Feels like it,” I admitted. “She can stop any time. She’s already done way too much.”

  The song had ended. James kept one arm around my waist as we made our way back to the group.

  “Just continue to be open and honest with him about where you’re at so the guy doesn’t go insane trying to figure it out. Don’t rush into something you’re not ready for, but if you’re ready to make a step, be sure you very clearly let him know. We guys need things spelled out for us sometimes,” he teased.

  Janette smiled and waved when she saw us approaching. “How are your toes, dear?”

  “I’m happy to report she did not step on my feet at all.” He winked at me.

  Janette handed me a martini glass and gave me a one armed hug with her free arm. “You look wonderful, Candy. Look at you! You’re all tan and you’re in love. You’re absolutely glowing.”

  “Thank you! I haven’t had a vacation in years. Not a real one. This trip though, I’ve had a ton of fun, great food, sun, relaxation and of course a lot of really hot sex. You’re right, I am in love I’m finally just letting myself enjoy it.”

  “I knew you would.”

  I felt Johns arms reaching around me from behind. “There you are. I hear James’s toes made it unscathed. Tell me how he did it.”

  I tried to elbow him, but his big arms already had me pinned.

  “Settle!” he said laughing.

  I spun around, still in his arms, so that we were face to face. “I love you, John.”

  “I’m in love with you, Candy. It’s so nice to hear those words leave those beautiful lips.” He came in quick consuming me with a kiss. His lips were firm and warm. His arms were squeezing me tight, with his left hand holding the back of my head right where he wanted it. When he released me, I could barely breath.

  “Wow,” I gasped.

  With all teeth showing in a beautiful smile, he gave me swift peck on the lips before hugging me tightly.

  “John, I can hardly breathe.”

  Easing his grip on me slightly, he whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry. I’m just so happy.”

  “Ease up kids! You have all night,” Grace teased. She put her arms around us both. “Come on, let’s lighten up a bit.”

  Her cheeks were rosy and she started to giggle.

  “What’s with the giggles?” John asked, laughing with her.

  “Clint has a remote to my underwear. He won’t stop.” She danced around, crossing her legs.

  I looked back at Clint whose face was red as he laughed at his wife.

  “Don’t get any ideas!” I teased with my finger pointed at John.

  “That’s just devious.” I shot Clint a glare as I tried to hide my smile.

  He winked back at me then held up his remote.

  “I’m going to have to take these off if he doesn’t slow down. My girl parts are getting numb!” Grace squealed and spilled her drink.

  The DJ had changed the music to the most recent dance tunes, and the crowd erupted.

  “Shots!” Janette yelled, gaining the interest of all.

  “This night is drunken fool night,” James said. “The whole island gets inebriated. So everyone grab a shot. There are little cards on the trays listing the shots. So grab what you want.”

  I grabbed a lemon drop and waited for everyone to get what they wanted.

  “Bottoms up!” Janette said before slamming a bright blue shot.

  After shooting the drink I lit a smoke.

  “Everyone, please grab a seat,” Janette asked.

  We all took a seat. The lights went out and the music stopped briefly. I began to wonder how on earth Janette knew that it was going to happen. Then black
lights were turned on above us. I had not even noticed we had lights hanging above us before that. The DJ started a song and a group of people wildly dressed in leather approached, in step with the music.

  I looked at John who had a large smile on his face.

  As the group reached us, I noticed they had glow in the dark body paint on them that reacted with the black light. Then as the music boomed, they all took off their shirts. The girl that was dancing in front of me turned her ass toward my face, then bent over, removing her bottoms in unison with the rest. We had our very own strip show.

  Then they all shifted and a hot bodied young man, shaking his money maker in my face. I couldn’t help but laugh. The stripper to my left was beating John’s face with her breasts as she shook them back and forth. When she leaned back, I saw how red his face was, furthering my amusement.

  In a shocking, and unexpected turn, the female strippers were flaunting condoms to us. The male dancers were pairing up with the female dancers in their routine. All the women dropped to their knees in unison, then put the unwrapped condoms in their mouths, applying it to their partners.

  “Holy shit, is this a live sex show?” John yelled to me.

  I shrugged.

  The next move brought the women to their backs with their legs in the air in a V shape and the men dove down, still dancing. At first they humped the air above the females, only momentarily. Then the choreographed movements stopped as it turned to straight out sex. The pair in front of us was only a foot or two away. There was no act. These two were going at it hard.

  Looking up, I noticed several others all over the area performing for the audience.

  When the song ended, so did the show. They got up and left as if it didn’t happen.

  “Do they work here?” I asked Janette.

  “No honey, they are guests who get together for a show every year. Very hot, right?”

  “Definitely. I was shocked.” I admitted.

  “It spices things up. People are going to start fucking all over the place. Look, they snuck bowls of condoms in during the show. They’re everywhere.” She pointed to the glass bowl on our table.