We had the ideal dress code at the villa -
don't.
With an average 24/7 temperature of 28º, clothes were about as necessary as swim fins in a track meet. I owned a pair of sandals, a pair of shorts, two informal shirts and, somewhere, another pair of sandals - enough for shopping. Somewhere too I had a suitcase with some travelling clothes. We were a long way from the only town on the island and nobody came here save a weekly cleaner. Suntan was not a shade for us, it was a sartorial style.
"You forget that I went Bare long before I met you," she said, smiling. "Kaarin is fine with it. We used to go to nude beaches together, just to tease the boys."
"Well, tell her not to tease them here, will you?"
"I love you."
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Kaarin arrived four days later, after dusk. On the gate monitor, I watched our battered Citroen pass through the gate and park. Two figures emerged. I went out to meet Kaarin wearing a sarong; no need to push things. There was but one carry-on bag and I took it into the building.
I had decided to go with oil lamps tonight instead of electrical lights. There's something softer, gentler about them, the light soothing and warm, welcoming.
When we got inside, I saw that she had not lied. Kaarin, while clearly exhausted, was a knockout. Pale, perfect skin, high cheekbones, full lips, white-blonde hair. A good figure, from what I could see. After introductions, she pecked lightly at my cheek, but kept herself from making any other contact. Understandable, I thought.
Both women had remained clothed. I wasn't sure about the Amy Vanderbilt rules, but followed their lead.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"No, thank you. I ate before we boarded. Just very tired." Her English was excellent, but she had a distinct accent.
My love touched my shoulder. "Perhaps you could pour us all a small white wine while I show Kaarin her room?"
When the women returned, we moved to the ocean side, down by the beach. Surf is soothing and I could see the tall woman begin to relax. It didn't take long before we were all yawning and, after wishing Kaarin good night, we turned in.
I was first up the next morning. The villa was still quiet 90 minutes later when I returned from doing my katas. I quietly made myself a coffee and had a shower. On thinking, I put the sarong back on again.
I was walking quietly to our bedroom, intent on checking my bride-to-be, when I heard low giggles coming from the spare room. I knocked gently in the door and got two female voices in unison, "Come in!"
Both women were in bed, cuddled up against each other. Half-empty teacups rested on the nightstands. The air was one of warmth and contentment. While both were nude, the atmosphere was anything but sexual - a pyjama party without pyjamas, so to speak.
Urp!
"Good morning, sleepyheads," I said, leaning against the door.
"Good morning, my love," my girl said, holding out her free hand. "How about coming over here and giving me a good morning kiss?"
I went around to her side and climbed up to straddle her before kissing her firmly. I was starting to climb off when she said reproachfully, "And what about our guest?"
I saw that she was serious. Kaarin looked a little skittish, so I merely leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
I got a sharp poke in the ribs from my woman. "You can both do better than that! I've been telling Kaarin you're the most dreamy kisser in the world. And
you!
I thought you were going to try to trust him not to bite!"
We both smiled sheepishly. I leaned over and did my best to give her a wholehearted, hospitable,
I-think-you're-hot-but-my-girlfriend-is-watching
smooch. After a few seconds, her arms came up around my neck, her lips parted and I learned something about dreamy kisses...
"OK, break!" my girl announced two ages and an eon later. "That was supposed to be a kiss, not a seduction." I had to catch my breath and both of us blushed a little.
I was moving back when I felt a hand grab my sarong.
It was my lady, obviously trying to make a point. "One of us is not like the others. Lose this."
"One of us would still not be like the others."
"Lose it."
Kaarin not making any objection or turning away, I rolled out of the wrap and stood by the bed, one hand on my lover's shoulder. I leaned down and kissed her, trying very hard to do as well as I had with Kaarin, without signalling, as it were, my excitement. Somehow, I managed.
"That's better," she said.
That settled the issue of clothing. And
that
, of course, created an entirely new issue.
At breakfast, I got my first chance to get a good look at Kaarin in the daylight. A handbreadth taller than my girl, she was nearly as tall as me and almost intimidatingly pretty. Slender, but far from skinny - 'athletic' might be the term - lean, well-defined muscles plainly present under flawless skin. There was agility and grace in her every step. Firm, generous breasts with prominent coral nipples, proper womanly hips, a smooth-shaven pubis and endless legs running up to a five-star butt. Ash blonde and with unusually deep blue eyes, it was a breath-taking package.
Why would any man leave this?
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The days flowed by, with Kaarin and me becoming accustomed to each other. She began joining my girl for yoga on the front lawn and spent a lot of time on the promontory whale-watching. Both dawn and dusk come early in the tropics and our existence was quiet by its very nature.
The two women spent long hours walking holding hands and lying in the sun. Kaarin's whiteness quickly turned to a solid all-over tan; her pale hair turned still paler. Not wishing to upset her, my girl and I kept our lovemaking to the bedroom. I was generally busy in my lab, but always made time to go for our afternoon swim in the bay and make most of the dinners.
Kaarin proved unobtrusive, undemanding, intelligent, a good cook and willing to do her share of the chores without being asked. It was, in a word, pleasant to have her around. She was no more trouble than a kitten.
Despite the constant presence of two utterly desirable women sauntering around in their altogether, I was managing to keep my willy from making a fool of me in front of her.
One afternoon, however, I'd left the lab to make a tea. Passing Kaarin's closed door, I heard the sound of a woman in orgasm. No, two women. I reached for the doorknob but changed my mind. It was none of my business and my just walking in would have been totally creepy.
I rapidly realized that this had been going on for some time. Everything clicked - much more than mere friends. The looks, the smiles, even the smells. Well, I thought, good for them! My girl had love to spare and Kaarin so clearly needed some. I knew I didn't have anything to fear, confident that my woman was solidly mine, whatever happened. I was happy for both of them.
Being from the most beautiful stock in the world, it was hardly surprising that as Kaarin slowly relaxed, she became more attractive with every peaceful day. Her nudity was as natural as the grass and the sea, but I won't try to claim I wasn't frustrated by the look-but-don't-touch situation.
In the meantime, although she and I had not touched since she had arrived, I could feel her eyes on my lady and me as we spent our own days in love - touching, kissing, hugging.
One night, when we had said goodnight to the girl and were listening to the surf by lantern light in bed, my woman rolled over on her elbow and ran her finger down my chest. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Kaarin."
"What about her?"
"Don't tell me you aren't tempted."
"Kaarin? Of course I'm tempted. I'm a boy; she's a very pretty girl. But there are about six layers of wrong to that idea."
"Like?"
"Like the fact that you're my fiancée. Like the fact that she's the best friend of the woman I love more than anything in the world. Like the fact that she's been badly hurt by a man. Like she's coming to think of this as a safe space and the last thing she needs is some perv making a pass at her here. Like the fact that..." I paused.
