The architecture was clean and minimalist, with panoramic views framed in the floor to ceiling windows, the environment accomplished all desires with an infinity pool which overlooked a sea view. The views themselves covered the west coast to the bay of San Antonio. All the areas had been fitted with top end technical features and design.
The guest house was composed of a spacious living and dining room, kitchen, three bedrooms with its own bath in each and a very large terrace with a smaller infinity pool to that of the main house. In all it was a breathtaking property.
While Christopher showed them around the property, the staff took care of their luggage, having been instructed where to put what by Mr. Harper.
They all walked to the Guest house which was a smaller version of the main house. During the flight the two men had got on rather well, both having an interest in sailing, as they discussed this; the two girls were left to chatter between themselves.
Lucy started telling Rebecca of her redundancy news.
“So I’m an out of work bum” she laughed whispering in Rebecca’s ear while sipping on the glass of champagne that had been poured by one of the Chaps who were now in full blown conversation like they had been lifelong friends.
They girls were delighted the two men were getting on extremely well, especially with the common ground of sailing. Christopher showed them the guest house he went to one of the huge windows, with Jackson following him.
“And this is the reason why I chose this site. It’s only a 10 minutes-drive to Ibiza town, the beach and the marina. And that’s where I have one of my babies” pointing to the marina.
“Let me know when you want to go out, the girls can go shopping if they don’t fancy it” he winked back at Jackson knowing he had a comrade.
“Anyway I’ll let you guys get settled, tonight I’ve arranged for the chef to cook up at the main house if that’s okay. Tomorrow morning your own chief will be available, so if you guys prefer to eat on your own” he smiled at them both “just tell the chef what times okay”.
Lucy was floating around the background looking at the views from other areas of the house before rejoining them. Jackson, thanked Chris for his hospitality and a time was set for dinner. Leaving the two, love birds alone.
At 8pm local time Rebecca and Jackson walked to the main house which was illuminated by not only the house lights, but by the exterior lights placed strategically outside on the vast grounds. The meal was fantastic, and they wined flowed all night.
Chris had now moved over to the chair next to Jackson from the other side of the table. The two chaps discovered they had quite a lot of common interests, not just the sailing throughout the night
The two girls were now dancing in front of the open fire, wine glasses in hands as they swayed rhythmically to the dance music that was pumping out from the high tech system. As the bass line kicked in, the girls gyrated moving their hips.
Moving in perfect time to the music all the while the two men watched, their head moving in time to the beats. Both Chris and Jackson were quite relaxed in each other’s company, each looking at their own partners. Christopher leaned in to talk to Jackson as Lucy had turned the up the volume when declaring her tune was on. The two girls raised their glasses in the air as they bounced to the tune that filled the air.
“Yep, I think we’re in for a late one” he laughed as Lucy looked over smiling at him. Jackson could only nod in agreement.
Rebecca had woken early; she looked at the handsome Jackson Harvey lying in the bed next to her.
They had all retired to their prospective places that night.
Lucy had made her way over to Rebecca’s when she awoke, finding her on one of the sculpted sun loungers that were positioned by the pool. Rebecca had closed her eyes for what had seemed like only a minute. She had only opened them due to the huge shadow that had blocked the sun and was interfering with her rays. When she opened them, there was Lucy clad in her golden bikini looking goddess like.
“Morning babe” she threw herself into the lounger next to Rebecca. “Typical, we’re the only ones up, bloody part-timers we have. Jackson still in bed?” she looked over to the guest house and approaching them was Hunky Harvey
”Shit Bec’s I wanted to tell you how fucking gorgeous he is, but I can’t now” she laughed rolling her eyes over in the direction of the guest house. Jackson approached clad in a pair of black swim shorts that completely flattered him.
“Morning ladies” he smiled as he leaned down kissing Rebecca then taking a seat on the other lounger Rebecca sat in the middle like a sandwich. Lucy could only look at Rebecca, her hand fanning her face as she mouthed ‘wow’.
“Yep, Hunky Harvey is hot like the sun” she whispered to Rebecca out of the corner of her mouth.
As Rebecca shhh’d her. He stood up and walked to the pool.
“You coming in,” he asked looking directly at Rebecca with one of his smoldering smiles, and he dove into the pool.
While he was submersed under the water all Lucy could say was
“Sweet tap dancing babies, Oh My God Rebecca he is fucking hot!” as Jackson arose out of the water as though in an aftershave commercial.
“I’m going back to the villa to wake Chris up and get me some. If I was you, I’d get the hell in that pool right now with him and while you’re at it, get yourself some too. God, what I wouldn’t do to that man”. Lucy stood up; “I’ll see you two up at the house for breakfast at 10 yes?” and she was gone.
Rebecca sat up; Jackson was at the edge of the pool beckoning her to come in. She walked over and dove in to join him. A kissing session sending them quickly back into the bedroom of their villa, where they stayed until breakfast time at the main house.
The rest of the day was taken up with more sunbathing. Plans were made for later that night. They were off to one of the Super clubs called Space.
‘Space's outdoor terrace which opened up with climatic music at the start of sunrise. Clubbers would literally watch the sun come up as they danced, and where airliners roar overhead. This ‘open terrace’ and the roaring sound of the airliners breaking through the booming dance music had become one of the club's defining features.
The Car pulled up, the queue of people waiting in line was enormous. They got out of the car and headed for the door. The security guards recognized Christopher and the red rope was unclipped and the foursome walked into the club, the music was thumping, they could feel the vibrations thru their feet.
*
Christopher and Jackson stayed pretty much in the VIP area, while the two girls went for a walk about. They only returned for the occasional drinks, it was at one of those times Rebecca and Lucy returned. Jackson had been deep in conversation with Chris, they were talking about their planed sailing trip. He looked up to see her, as she walked in.
The thing for him had been the song that had started playing as she did. It was a remixed dance version of ‘Depeche Mode’s – Enjoy the silence’. When Rebecca walked in, it was like they were the only two people in the world. She stood before him, swaying to the music, her hips gyrating close to him. All the while, Rebecca’s eyes hypnotizing him, never flinching, as she moved, holding his gaze for an eternity. While the song played he knew, he knew she was for him, every word of that song, just confirmed it tormenting him.
Before they returned to London, she would know how he felt and that was that he loved her.
She played on the lust he felt for her as she breathed him in, teasing, toying with him, captivating him as she shimmed and danced. Eventually, her lips meeting his with a lingering kiss. The music still pumped out, the bass vibrating on the floor beneath them.
The girls pretty much danced the feet of themselves for the rest of the night. When it was time to go, they were thankful to having the car with driver waiting ready to pick them up. Chris had certainly organized the night extremely well. Lucy had told him so as she whispered his reward into his ear in the comfort of the limo they were all housed in
leaving Christopher with a big smile on his face.
The next day Christopher had arranged to take them out on his Viking 70 Convertible that was moored up in the marina. Jackson jumped at the chance. He was used normally to sailing yachts, that was how he had got his skippers license, rather than the motor yacht they would be staying aboard.
Neither Lucy nor Rebecca minded both girls saw another opportunity of sunbathing but this time it would be on board Christopher’s luxury motor yacht. The plan was to stay on board for three nights.
Jackson had told her he really loved the idea as he had wanted to take her sailing. But she had refused every offer he made, regardless of how big a vessel he had skippered. She had little spare time, and being on a boat wasn’t her idea of fun. As they walked the maze of jetties, Jackson whispered to Rebecca;
“Thank you, I know you’re doing this for me”. He smiled at her, squeezing her hand,
“It’s your holiday too. You didn’t have to come and you did, Plus, I wanted you, to enjoy yourself.” She cooed to him.
*
The thing was, she did want to see him happy, and he was beaming as they walked. He never complained once. Not about how many clubs they went to; or the two girls infamous walkabouts nothing. They could last for an hour minimum as the girls would be on the dance floor. Nor did he complain about their shopping trips into San Antonio and the ‘West End’ often driving them in, using one of the cars in the garage Christopher had given him the keys for.
She thought he was a good guy now, her walls obliviously had been pulled down by him, admittedly brick by brick, but never the less they were down. And Jackson was the reason for this. To her it seemed like everything he done was to make her happy.
“Ladies and gentleman I give you the ‘ODIN”.
They reached the vessel; she was a magnificent, all shiny and white, glistening in the blue waters. Christopher stepped on board closely followed by the girls and Jackson. Christopher’s face lit up as he spoke to Jackson with a passion about the vessel as he showed them around.
“Not only is she speedy, she handles like a sports car, with an average top speed of 50.3 mph (43.7 knots) and a 274-gph fuel burn, which still provides a 446-statute-mile range.” Jackson was impressed.
It was a beautiful boat, a super yacht it had 2 crew berths adjacent to the engine room and three more staterooms, including an amidships master to port. It has two more staterooms, one with bunks and a queen-size-berth-equipped forepeak one.
It was an amazing vessel. Chris showed them to their luxury berth, where their night bags were already waiting for them. It was another wonderful night, the chef had out done himself serving various seafood dishes though out the day and evening caught locally.
As a group, foursome all gelled well together. The next morning the ladies, each awoke to empty spaces beside them. Rebecca was the last to appear up deck in time to see they were no longer in the marina. They were out at sea, and at the helm, was Jackson looking rather pleased with himself engaged in conversation with Chris.
She stood on the galley stairs watching them, as the men held their deep discussion they held no doubt about their various sailing adventures. It was like they were old friends Lucy remarked to Rebecca as she settled herself down beside Lucy, both girls in bikini’s bottoms, taking the opportunity of being at sea and going topless.
Lucy and Rebecca chatted between themselves until the conversation of Hunky Harvey came up of course due to Lucy. It flowed pretty quickly Rebecca was even surprised herself. This holiday had certainly been a breakthrough for her. Her feeling towards Jackson had changed since Australia she knew this. Maybe it had since that weekend; they had slept together if she was being honest. She had never considered Jackson relationship material, but now?
“Lucy that man has me in knots” they both looked over at the men, “Genie Mac Luc, he is dynamite in bed, Oh my God is all I can say”. Lucy was listening intently
“I bet you do, quite a lot actually”. Lucy peered over her sunglasses in the direction of the two men.
“Seriously Luce, he is something else, we talk for hours and hours about everything”.
“Yes of course you do Bec’s, I bet you talk for hours and hours”. She leaned over knocking playfully into her friend.
“No Luc, it’s a different playing field now, whole different ball game altogether”.
She had just finished, when Jackson glanced over, until he caught sight of her and held her gaze as his smile turned into a beam. He looked happy, and it made him even more attractive if that was possible. She knew what kind of a man Jackson Harvey was supposed to be. He had never shown her that side of him, no to her Jackson ticked all her boxes and then some. She hadn’t stopped looking at Jackson since they had first looked over at them.
They carried on chatting between themselves as they watched the men play boat.
After Jackson had finished his time at the helm, he joined Rebecca, stretching out beside her, caressing her back with his fingers lovingly. Lucy looked over at her friend, Rebecca never looked happier. She was sure that she had made the right decision for her friend, although she had wondered if she had done the right thing many times. That thought rapidly disappeared once Christopher had joined her. With his soft caresses, they made the thoughts of anything that didn’t involve his big cock, utterly futile.
They had returned to land three glorious days later after 3 days of island hopping. The ‘ODIN’ once again moored at her space in the marina.
Tonight they were off to a club Privilege, as they were holding one of their opening nights.
It was their final opening night, they were going to Privilege. .. Privilege could fit the whole of most of the other many clubs in Ibiza inside it. - Privilege had become renowned for providing the spectacular and grandiose, like no other club’s beginnings, as Ku, they were a core part of the whole Ibiza story and in Manumission; it hosted one of the world's most famous parties for over a decade.
A swimming pool at its center and layer upon layer of different parts of the club to explore, Privilege smashed down any existing boundaries you may have had for a clubbing experience. It was going to be the big night of the whole two week stay
On the way back from the marina they stopped at the well-known‘Café del Mar’, a long-standing bar, where many tourists traditionally viewed the sunset made famous by José Padilla. He had released more than a dozen eponymous album compilations of ambient music played at the beach location.
The bar over the years had become an increasingly popular venue for club pre-parties and after sunset parties, hosting popular DJ performers who would give a first taste of sample tracks before release. Across the cove, ‘Mr. Mister’s- Broken wings’ played softly in the air
It was wondrous as they sat there on the rocks. Rebecca nestled in between Jackson’s legs; she lay against his chest, the warm sea breeze gentle on their skin. The waves lapped against the rock shore, as they watched the sun go down listening to the ambient music. It was the end to three perfect days.
Rebecca glowed; her head snuggled into Jackson’s neck, his arms loving surrounding her. She wished they could stay like this forever. Her birthday had come and gone.
It had been wonderful; Jackson had spoiled her rotten as did Lucy. Everything seemed like a distant memory as she lay there sheltered in Jackson’s strong arms. Her feelings for him had certainly changed especially on the boat trip. The time they had spent together on this holiday made her realize that her every moment with him was special. Her heart fluttered, she saw an uncomplicated future with him and it frightened but excited her at the same time.
Rebecca looked up at Jackson; she didn’t want how she felt right now to stop. Maybe it was the lapping waves against the shore, or the cool subtle sea-breeze, or the hot setting sun. All she knew was that she didn’t want this to end. Tonight was a big night for her and Lucy; it had been one of the main reasons why they came here. It was amazing what being holed up in a cabin with one of the sexies
t men alive for a few days could do, to change your priorities.
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