Caliente

  It wasn’t long before Marilyn opted for a piña colada from the upper deck bar. Doc asked for a Shirley Temple.

  While Marilyn waited for her order to be filled by the buff bartender, she was approached by two thirty-something ladies. Both had golden-tanned hard bodies. They were wearing nothing but smiles.

  “We apologize for our curiosity, but we were wondering why your husband is in the wheelchair?” one of the beautiful Latin ladies inquired.

  “He was in a very serious auto accident almost a year ago,” Marilyn replied.

  “How is he doing?” the second lady asked.

  “He’s in much better shape physically but he still suffers with bouts of depression,” she explained.

  “Does he enjoy motor boating?” the first Latin lady asked.

  “He loves boating. It’s one of his favorite things,” Marilyn responded.

  “Is he able to get up?” the second Latin lady asked.

  “He does pretty well but he needs a little help occasionally,” Marilyn reported.

  Upon hearing her response the ladies looked at each other and excused themselves. They made their way across the upper deck and toward Doc.

  The handsome, blonde, muscular bartender leaned over the bar and said to Marilyn, “He might be able to handle one Latin woman but he damn sure can’t handle two!”

  Marilyn watched as the first lady, who she eventually learned was named Maritza, straddled Doc, pushed his face between her bare breasts, and gave him a good long shimmy.

  “Your wife said you’d love to go motor boating,” Maritza said.

  “I’ve been motor boating in both Minnesota and Tennessee, but I like the Caliente kind the best,” Doc exclaimed quite red faced.

  As Maritza uncoiled herself from around Doc, the second Latin Lady, named Crystal, took position and took him for his second motor boating of the day.

  When Crystal had finished her task, Doc said, “This was quite a vigorous trip for a Sunday!”

  “We’ll let you rest and check back later,” Maritza replied.

  “Indeed,” the slightly breathless Doc said.

  Marilyn returned to the palapa with the two piña colada drinks. Doc was quite red faced partly from the excitement of the motor boating and partly that she’d watched.

  Marilyn handed Doc a piña colada instead of the Shirley Temple that he’d requested. He gave her a strange look to alert her that she’d gotten him the wrong drink.

  “Don’t give me that look. You went from Dr. Michaels to Captain Morgan and took two trips to the islands,” she remarked.

  “But I . . . I mean . . . they said,” Doc stammered before Marilyn interrupted him.

  “Calm down and drink up, Captain. You can search for the booty later at 69 Sand Hill Crane Drive. There’ll be a wench waiting for you. Aaaaaarrrgh!” she responded with her best pirate impersonation.

  When he finished his piña colada, Doc determined that it might be a good time for a brief respite. He excused himself and rolled toward the restrooms.

  As Doc exited the facilities, his buxom blonde neighbor, Kimberly, came up behind him and wrapped her bare breasts against his ears, leaned his head back, and asked, “Guess who?”

  “It’s one of my naughty neighbors playing headrest with me,” Doc said with a chuckle.

  “Did you peek?” Kimberly asked.

  “No, but I recognized the size, shape, and luxury size of your headrests,” Doc responded.

  “I’m happy you enjoyed the experience,” Kimberly chided.

  “But of course!” Doc exclaimed.

  After a short conversation Doc excused himself and headed back to the palapa. The upper deck was starting to get crowded and the pool and hot tub were filling for Skinny Dip Sunday.

  “Is everything okay?” Marilyn inquired.

  “Why do you ask?” Doc queried.

  “Your ears are red, and you face is flushed,” she explained.

  “It may be the sun. The angle is different in Florida from Michigan,” Doc suggested.

  “It could be that earmuff session you just had with that big breasted blonde, too,” Marilyn said tongue-in-cheek.

  “Actually it was a luxury headrest session,” Doc said.

  “Let’s go, Captain. You’ve been on enough excursions today. Besides, you need to get your wench to surrender the booty,” Marilyn explained.

  “No problem,” Doc said as he rolled away into the warm Florida sunshine.

  6. Ladies’ Night

  Doc heard the doorbell and rolled toward the front door to answer it. When he peeked through the window curtains beside the front door, he saw Mako standing there in all his glory.

  He did not hesitate to motion him inside. Mako took a few steps and made his way into the large living room.

  Out of nowhere a small, male Pomeranian dog stands on his back legs and wraps his front legs and paws around Mako’s right leg. In a matter of seconds the little dogs began his affair with the nude man’s lower left leg.

  “That dog is humping my leg,” Mako said with slight irritation in his voice.

  “He won’t take long,” Doc said with a reassuring smile.

  Marilyn heard conversation and made her way to the living room. When she arrived, she was horrified that the little dog was, in her words, making love to Mako’s leg.

  Before she could say anything, the little dog released his embrace and stood there smiling at Mako. However Mako did not share the joy of moment with the Pomeranian.

  “Oh, I am so very sorry, Mako,” Marilyn said.

  “I hate to trouble you, but do you have a tissue?” Mako asked gingerly.

  As Marilyn scurried to the master bathroom for some wet wipes, the two men and the dog stared at each other. Only the dog seemed to embrace the moment.

  “I didn’t notice your dog the last time I was here. How long have you had him?” Mako inquired.

  “He’s Mike Anderson’s dog. I’m watching him for a few hours while he makes arrangements to take the dog with him to St. Martin, French West Indies,” Doc explained.

  “What’s the dog’s name?” Mako asked.

  “He’s called Bonheur (pronounced boo-nair’). It’s French for happiness. But I call him boner,” Doc replied.

  “He had one and didn’t mind puttin’ it to use this morning,” Mako remarked.

  “Indeed,” Doc responded.

  Marilyn returned with a box of wet wipes and began to wipe the fruit of Bonheur’s loins from Mako Jenkins’ lower left leg. Doc watched with interest as Marilyn gave an occasional glance at his four golden ring-encased schmeckle.

  “Doc, you sent me an email about a special guest you expected next week. I came over to talk about it,” Mako explained.

  “My 75-year-old mother, Waver, will be staying here for a week while my younger brother is on his honeymoon,” Doc replied.

  “Hell we’ll have a big block party with suds and tunes,” Mako exclaimed.

  “Here’s the problem: She doesn’t realize that her half-brother lived in a luxury, clothing-optional resort. We don’t want her to know that we live in a naked neighborhood either,” Doc explained.

  “Wow! That is a problem,” Mako said with a chuckle.

  “If you put it in the weekly newsletter, the story may deter the neighbors from dropping by unannounced or without clothes,” Marilyn said.

  “If she did find out, what would be the fall out?” Mako asked.

  “She’d say that we might as well rent this house and live in hell because that’s where we’re headed,” Doc said.

  “Damn! That’s cruel,” Mako said.

  “Indeed,” Marilyn replied.

  “I’ll get the warning in the newsletter. It goes out tomorrow,” Mako said.

  “Are you going to write about Bonheur?” Doc asked with a wry smile.

  “I don’t want to violate the dog’s privacy,” Mako said in a monotone voice.

  “Well he enjoyed violating you,” Marilyn retorted.

  Gently cha
nging the subject Mako said, “Are you guys coming to Ladies Night tonight? It’s your first. Drinks are free for ladies from 8:00 pm to 10:00 pm.”

  “We’ll be there. I’m wearing a fishnet teddy,” Marilyn remarked.

  “Mako can bring his decorative rod,” Doc remarked.

  “On that note, I will see you at the nightclub about 8:00 pm tonight,” Mako responded.

  The trio said their goodbyes and Mako started out the front door. Bonheur wagged his tail and barked approvingly.

  “He’s saying it was good for him,” Doc said teasing Mako.

  “Tell him to enjoy St. Martin,” Mako said walking down the sidewalk and onto the street.

  * * *

  “Do you think Mako was offended by Bonheur’s actions?” Marilyn asked.

  “I doubt it was his first bad sexual experience,” Doc responded.

  “David, that’s rude,” Marilyn scolded.

  “No, what Bonheur did was rude. What I said was truthful,” Doc responded.

  “In any event, we need to talk about Waver’s visit. She’ll be here in two days,” Marilyn implored.

  “She has reservations on the last flight from MSP to TPA. That should put her arriving at 11:59 pm Eastern,” Doc replied.

  “So we can bring her in under cover of darkness and she’ll see no naked people at that time of night,” Marilyn responded.

  “We’ll turn left and come directly to the house. It’s very unlikely that they’ll be anyone nude in this area that late,” Doc reminded.

  “What about the rest of the time?” Marilyn inquired.

  “That’s a work in progress,” Doc said with a chuckle.

  “Let’s have some lunch at the Sports Bar and do a little shopping at Lust,” Marilyn suggested.

  “Let’s satiate some lust and then hit the Sports Bar,” Doc offered.

  “Take that up with Bonheur or roll up to the boutique with me,” Marilyn replied.

  “I’ll go with you. Bonheur needs to pace himself,” Doc said.

  * * *

  Upon arriving at the Caliente Clubhouse, Doc suggested that Marilyn get a head start at Lust while he checked out Caliente’s Spa Sereno. The pair parted ways briefly to complete their assigned tasks.

  “Are you ready for another week of lust?” Charlotte asked.

  “I’m ready for a lifetime of lust,” Marilyn replied with a laugh.

  “You need to plan a healthy sexy-wear budget,” Charlotte recommended.

  “My husband refers to it as slutwear,” Marilyn reported.

  “I’d say slutwear is more provocative than sexy-wear,” Charlotte replied.

  “I want pure slutwear. I want outfits that you can’t wear anywhere but here,” Marilyn said.

  “You are definitely at the right place,” Charlotte said while Marilyn started looking through the boutique.

  Doc asked for the spa manager. He said he wanted to make an appointment for Marilyn for later that afternoon. She replied that she could explain the spa’s various services and make the appointment herself.

  “What kind of spa services are you interested in for your wife?” she asked.

  “I want her to get a couple hours of pampering,” Doc replied.

  “I recommend a soak, a full body scrub, and a massage,” the receptionist replied.

  “How long will that take?” Doc asked.

  “It about 30 minutes, 50 minutes, and 50 minutes,” she responded.

  “That’s just a little over two hours. It’s perfect,” Doc replied.

  “When do you want her services to start?” she asked.

  “She’s got about 30 minutes at Lust and about an hour for lunch. Let’s get her started at 2:00 pm,” Doc replied.

  “Who’s going to take care of her?” Doc asked.

  “My recommendation is Paul. He’s excellent. He’s twenty-eight years old, strong, muscular, handsome, and a good conversationalist,” the receptionist reported.

  “Ring it up. I want to give him a large gratuity. Hopefully, he’ll give her extra special service,” Doc explained.

  When he was handed the bill to sign, Doc added a $100 gratuity for Paul. Upon seeing the tip, the receptionist smiled and nodded her head.

  Doc rolled out of the spa and a short distance to the boutique. Marilyn had a pile of resort wear for his approval.

  She had picked out three outfits that she really liked. Charlotte euphemistically referred to them as “sexy wear”. Doc was fully convinced that they were slutwear of the highest order.

  The first outfit was a sheer black mini dress in the front, a black strap around the back of the neck to hold it in place, four black straps across the upper back, and six black straps across her bottom.

  There was an elongated gold tone triangle holding the upper black back straps in place and a similar triangle starting at the top of the derriere holding the bottom six straps in place.

  “We want it,” Doc said abruptly.

  “I haven’t told you the price,” Marilyn replied.

  “Don’t interrupt his lust. He’s on a roll,” Charlotte pleaded.

  The next item was an almost neon yellow cat suit with a deep V neckline. In fact, it appeared that it was going to be difficult to keep her breasts covered most of the time.

  The yellow cat suit could be open at the crotch or closed by an almost invisible piece of Velcro. Charlotte insisted that the opening was utilitarian. Doc had his doubts. Nevertheless, he added it to the sold pile.

  The final item was a dark pink lace teddy. The lace was sort of peek-a-boo and left little to the imagination. It was definitely attention getting and attention holding. Without saying a word, Doc nodded for Charlotte to add it to the sold stack.

  “What else, Doc?” Charlotte asked.

  “Do you have any colorful crotchless panties?” Doc asked.

  “I have royal blue, emerald green, and a perennial favorite, red,” Charlotte said.

  “What are the damages on the panties?” Doc asked.

  “They’re only five dollars a pair. If you buy three pair you get a fourth pair for free,” Charlotte replied.

  “I love a woman that can sell. Put all four pair in the pile and check us out,” Doc instructed.

  “Has your lust been incited?” Charlotte asked.

  “Mine and any other man’s who sees her wearing those garments,” Doc responded.

  “That shows we live up to our name,” Charlotte replied.

  “No doubt,” Marilyn said with a smile.

  “We have to get to the Sports Bar and have a quick lunch,” Doc said as they exited the boutique.

  “Are you famished?” Marilyn inquired.

  “You have an appointment for a soak, a body scrub, and a massage at Spa Sereno at 2:00 pm. I promised that you wouldn’t keep Paul waiting,” Doc explained.

  “No, let’s not keep Paul waiting,” Marilyn replied.

  “He’s 78 years old and he deserves your respect for his schedule,” Doc said with.

  Marilyn gave Doc an icy stare. He would eventually swear that he said 28 and not 78.

  The couple had a nice but uneventful lunch at the sports bar. They had pleasant conversation between themselves and with some neighbors and local members of the resort.

  Marilyn arrived promptly at 2:00 pm for her spa appointment. Doc excused himself and suggested that he would take a nap under a palapa, check out the scenery, work his email, and cruise the internet while he waited.

  After a few minutes, Paul entered the spa waiting room and introduced himself. Marilyn was quite taken back by his age and appearance.

  Paul led Marilyn into a room containing a large stainless-steel tub of hot, soapy water. He motioned for her to drop her wrap and step into the tub.

  Marilyn dropped her wrap and stood slightly ill at ease before Paul. She calmed herself by rationalizing this was purely therapeutic.

  After about a half hour, Paul re-entered the room and asked her to step out of the stainless-steel tub. He offered her a towel and
invited her into a room across the hall.

  This room as referred to as the scrub room. It contained a long table, somewhat resembling a bed with about eight-inch sidewalls, fitted with a hot and cold water supply and a handheld shower. There was a drain at the bottom of the table about six inches below Marilyn’s feet.

  Paul took Marilyn’s towel and invited her to climb onto the scrub table and lay down.

  Paul sprayed her naked body with warm water. He took his time starting at the neck and working his way to her feet. After she had been thoroughly drenched, he applied body scrub from her neck to her abdomen and began a gentle exfoliation down to her waistline.

  After washing off her cheek and torso, Paul performed the same task from her waist to her feet. She would tell her close friends that Paul made sure that everything was well scrubbed.

  Paul motioned for her to roll over. He repeated the same procedure from the back of her neck to her feet. Upon completion, he helped her into a standing shower in the corner and made sure she was completely rinsed.

  He handed her a terrycloth robe and invited her into one of the spa’s many massage rooms. He took the robe and motioned for her to lie on the massage table face down.

  Doc woke up from his nap beneath the palapa and grabbed his iPhone to check his email. After completing his email, he read a few articles on the newsfeed.

  Doc happened to look up and see Marilyn traversing the short distance between the lower clubhouse exit and walking toward him. She was only wearing sexy shoes and a smile. For the first time, she was exercising the option.

  “Did I get my money’s worth?” Doc asked.

  “Yes, and I got your money’s worth, too,” she replied.

  “What do you mean?” Doc asked.

  “That hunk soaked, scrubbed, rubbed, and massaged me for two and a half hours,” she exclaimed in a slightly higher pitched voice.

  “I told them to see that you got some special attention,” Doc beamed.

  “I got enough extra attention to write a chapter about it in a trashy novel,” Marilyn said.

  * * *

  After experiencing a great lunch at the Sports Bar, a shopping trip at Lust, and a couple hours at Spa Sereno, there was nothing else to do but for the couple to take an afternoon nap.