Welcome to part 5 of my story. I strongly encourage you to read the earlier portions. There is loads of sex in this one. I am just trying some stuff on. I do also move my overall plot forward, too, I promise. Again, the political part is only fantasy. I am just having fun. I hope you are also. Enjoy!
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I had never been to the Caribbean before. The wave of humidity that greeted Maddie and me when we got off the plane in St. Thomas was oppressive. Do people live in this? Both of the pilots had taken off their jackets and were in short-sleeved button-down shirts. One was at the top of the stairs.
"Have a great vacation, guys. We will be here to pick you up on New Year's Eve," he said, giving me a wink behind Maddie's back. Shit, I thought, I hadn't kept it down enough when Maddie had given me a blowjob. The other pilot was at the bottom of the stairs. He was helping Maddie put our bags into the back of a weird-looking tiny car. We thanked him and headed out of the airport. Maddie was driving. We had the windows down, and there was some island music on the radio.
"Maddie, what the hell kind of car is this?" I asked.
"It's a Leaf," she said with a smile. "Mom is a firm believer in not leaving a big footprint when we travel. She loves nature and wants to make sure we do our best to preserve it. This car is electric. She invested in St. Thomas and in Jamaica in a rental car company that only rents green vehicles. She is trying to get it spread throughout the Caribbean. The price of gas down here is insane. Her goal is that one day they won't just be rentals. She thinks this may be the starting point for getting an electric car market going worldwide."
It was an exciting thought. "How many of these timeshares do your parents own?" I asked. "Your mom hinted it was more than one."
"They have at least four timeshares on a couple of islands. This is the only one that is in U.S. territory. It's also my favorite. It is secluded and has a pool. Recently, daddy has invested heavily in some companies that run all-inclusive resorts. They have been to a few of them and took Jeff's family. It sounds like it was fun for the kids. "
"I've never been to one of those. They sound kind of fun." I replied.
"Yeah, I just like having our own spot. And room to spread out. I also love being on the water. I get that from mom," she said.
"I like being near water two. Growing up, two family members had pools, and I was on a local community swim team. I had an Aunt who lived in Baltimore, and when we visited her, we would go to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware for a few days. I thought being in D.C. I would be able to sneak up there." I said with a shrug.
"Ha, you are adorable. You were going to just show up, change Washington, and then have free time for a swim. What was it like running for Congress in a Frank Capra movie?" We both laughed. Maddie turned into the parking lot of a grocery store.
"The company that daddy buys from stocks the bar to his specifications, but we still need to get food and snacks and stuff. We can go into town to have dinner one night, but we usually cook most of our meals. This house has a great grill facing the ocean."
"Sounds great," I replied. "I'd love to make some fresh seafood." We loaded up with supplies. I was fascinated by the store. It had brands and labels I had never seen before. I had done a semester abroad in college. I had been to Italy, and I forgot how different shops are from the ones back home. Maddie got lots of fruit and veggies, and I got the meats to grill. Maddie drove us out of town to the west side of the island. I loved looking out at the lush tropical forests. Just before we got to the house, it started to rain.
"It'll do his every day at about 2," she said. "You can't have one hundred percent humidity all the time. It usually only rains for ten or fifteen minutes." She turned off the road, and we went down a winding driveway that was enclosed by ferns. I was surprised that when we got to the end of the drive, it wasn't a mansion but rather a reasonably modern one-story house. "Surprised it's not huge?" Maddie asked, reading my expression.
"I'm just glad after that driveway that we didn't end up at the gates to
Jurassic Park
." We both laughed. After unloading the groceries and our bags, Maddie gave me the tour. The house was L-shaped, with one whole side of it was a floor-to-ceiling window that faced the pool and the ocean. The living room was large and was open to the kitchen. It had a bar off to one side. When we got back, I had to write Gerry the most excellent thank you letter ever. The bar was stocked to the gills with everything anyone would ever want. Maddie asked if it was ok that the beer was mostly Carib. I told her I had never had one. The bedrooms were enclosed, although the master had a sliding door out to the pool deck. The grill was huge and built into some sort of fake rocks on one side of the pool. From the top of the stones, a fountain created a little stream that went into the pool. A small gate opened up to the beach. About thirty feet out from shore was a wooden structure on stilts with a ladder. The back was enclosed, and it had a roof. Maddie told me that it was part of our property and that the company had set up beach chairs on it.
"Why don't we get into our swimsuits, fill a cooler, and head out there," she suggested. I grabbed a beer and headed into the bedroom to change. I was surprised when Maddie went into the bathroom.
"You ok, babe?" I asked.
"Yep, I just have a surprise for you be out soon," she called through the door. I put on my trunks and went to the pantry, where I found a cooler for us. I grabbed some beers and ice and stood near the door. When Maddie came around the corner, I almost dropped the cooler. To call what she was wearing a bikini would imply that there was fabric on it. It was pure white. The parts covering her breast and pussy were white fishnets. Anyone could see her nipples. I could also see that she had shaved the little bit of hair she had between her legs. The rest was all strings. She looked terrific, but holy shit, nonetheless.
"Maddie!" I cried out, thinking about the huge window next to me.
She laughed at me and said, "What? I told you it was secluded."
"Still though, I mean, shit. There isn't enough fabric on that to make an eye patch."
