"How would you feel if she tried it? Girls."
Harvey flushed a little at the thought and polished off his beer, signaling Ricki for another.
"I guess it would be okay...you know....if I could...be a part of it."
Jennifer laughed.
"So who really wants the threesome? You or her?" Jennifer asked, her expression calling Harvey on his line of bullshit.
Harvey gave a broad grin, took the fresh bottle Ricki opened for him, and looked out at the crashing waves.
"Would make a helluva anniversary present, huh?"
"Good luck, Harvey," Jennifer said, finishing her drink just as a uniformed waiter appeared with her plate of sashimi.
"I'll let you get to your lunch," Harvey said, standing. "It was good meeting you. I'm sure I'll see you around."
"Have a good one, Harvey."
The overweight tourist walked out of the bar and down to the beach. Once he was out of earshot, Ricki leaned in to whisper to Jennifer.
"In your magazine, put in a good word for me, please?" he pleaded. "My name is Ricki Ikaika, I-K-A-I-K-A." He grabbed a cocktail napkin and a pen to write it down. Jennifer placed her hands on his.
"Sorry, Ricki. I'm just a tourist, not a writer."
A look of realization came over Ricki's face and he looked up at the departing Texan.
"Ah, gotcha," he said, throwing away the napkin. "Nice story, though. Maybe you really should be a writer."
"Thanks," Jennifer laughed.
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After the sashimi, Jennifer said goodbye to Ricki and wandered down to the beach. The white sand grains were large and rough. Out beyond the barrier reef surrounding Bora Bora, the powerful ocean waves crashed into the land, rhythmically pulverizing the coral and volcanic rock. However, inside the lagoon that surrounded the main island, the waves lapped tamely at the shore. Unwrapping her sarong and putting on her sunglasses, Jennifer walked down the beach back toward her bungalow in her bikini, her feet making shallow imprints in the wet sand.
When she reached the beach directly in front of her bungalow, Jennifer set herself in one of the resort's canvas beach chairs. Looking around, she saw that she had the beach all to herself, except for a group of four people snorkeling near the overwater bungalows. It was difficult to tell from this distance, but it sounded like they were speaking to each other in German or possibly Dutch.
Lying back in the chair and closing her eyes, Jennifer soaked up the blazing Tahitian sun. She let her mind wander, but it kept returning to the fight with Matt. They had planned this vacation for months. Jennifer had passed on sitting second chair in a high profile patent infringement case. She was always the one making sacrifices for the relationship. Matt promised to reciprocate, but somehow it never seemed to happen. And then there were the text messages on his phone, which she wasn't supposed to have seen and still hadn't said anything about. She shook her head as she realized the downward spiral these thoughts were pulling her into and instead meditatively focused her mind solely on the gentle sound of the small waves washing up on the shore. A gentle breeze off the water kept the heat from being unbearably hot. In fact, the low rumble of the waves was so soothing that they lulled her to sleep.
Jennifer woke with a start several hours later, looking up and around to orient herself. The sun was lower in the sky, but still a couple hours away from setting. However, the beach was just as deserted as it had been when she had first sat down. Glancing at her shoulders, she could see a light pink hue forming. Eager to treat and hopefully prevent a painful sunburn, Jennifer stood and trudged back up the beach to her bungalow.
Once inside, she proceeded to the rear of the bungalow on the opposite side of the sliding doors. There, a pair of frosted glass doors separated the bathroom from the rest of the room. She slid the doors open to find a beautifully tiled aqua-green bathroom. To her right was a marble vanity with double sinks and contemporary silver faucets. Directly ahead was a shower that ran half the width of the bathroom, with a handheld showerhead hooked to each wall, an oversized rainfall showerhead hanging in the middle of the ceiling, and a short bamboo stool in the corner. On a small shelf built into the shower, Jennifer saw an assortment of small bottles of coconut shampoo and conditioner, mango body wash, and Tahitian vanilla moisturizing lotion. Behind the shower were two glass doors that opened into a small garden approximately the same size as the shower, with a high wooden privacy wall, effectively allowing the occupant to shower outdoors but obscuring the view of passersby.
Jennifer stepped into the shower and turned the water up. She slipped out of her black hibiscus bikini and hung it from the opposite shower head, then swung open the glass doors and let the tropical breeze and the subtle scent of jasmine flood the bathroom. Careful to avoid the running water, Jennifer strolled naked across the bedroom, then crouched next to her suitcases to retrieve her bag of toiletries. She deposited the bag on the bathroom vanity and rummaged through it, pulling out her razor. She briefly considered extracting her own shampoo and conditioner from home, but the lavender scented hair care products didn't fit with the islandy shower theme - they stayed in the bag.
Returning to the shower, Jennifer closed her eyes as the warm water washed over her. Any stress she had brought with her from the mainland was almost entirely gone and she smiled contentedly. However, the humidity from outside made the warm water slightly uncomfortable and Jennifer dialed down the temperature to luke warm. Jennifer squirted a small blob of coconut shampoo in her palm and massaged it into her dark tresses, quickly building a luxurious lather. She rinsed away the suds and applied a handful of conditioner, giving herself a gentle scalp massage in the process, then uncapped the mango body wash and took a sniff. Not bad, she thought, but time for a little styling before the main course.
Stepping out of the stream of water, Jennifer rubbed a dab of body wash in her hands until it foamed, then applied it to her stubble of pubic hair. She briefly considered sitting on the bamboo stool for the next step, but didn't know how many pairs of buttocks had already perched there, so she propped one leg up on the stool instead. Reaching between her legs, she gently ran her fingers over her outer labia, feeling the tiny silky hairs covering her vaginal lips. As pussies go, Jennifer was very happy with hers - neither too puffy nor too small, with just a hint of labia peeking out from her vulva. In the front, she only needed to gently part her lower lips to reveal her clitoral hood. When aroused, her engorged clit had been easy for her boyfriends to find, much to her pleasure. She ran the razor between her legs, gently shaving her outer lips until they were silky and smooth.
Jennifer stared down and wondered again if she could shape the stubble into an arrow, a signpost for future paramours (she made a concerted effort not to think about Matt at a time like this). However, her first vertical pass at the top was too close to the center and would have made the shaft of the arrow too thin (and who likes a thin shaft, she mused). Next she tried rounding the upper edges to form a heart, but it just looked like a misshapen circle and wasn't well-defined enough for her tastes. As frustrated as she was, Jennifer couldn't bring herself to shave herself bald - she was making a change, both in big ways and small. She ran the razor up and down both sides, leaving a short strip half an inch wide and two inches long. Good enough, she thought, now it just needs to grow in a bit more.
Reaching up for the shower head, Jennifer brought it down to her hips to wash away the shaving suds. However, a particularly powerful errant stream of water passed across her clitoral hood and Jennifer's mouth inadvertently made a small O, followed by a mischievous smile. Jennifer looked toward the open glass doors of the shower and the fresh air blowing in, listening carefully for signs that anyone was nearby. Hearing nothing, she lowered her left hand and gently parted her newly-shaven lips, exposing her swelling clit. Positioning the shower head inches from her pussy, Jennifer began slowly sweeping it up and down, aiming between the top of her clit to the start of her perineum. On one particular pass, the errant stream struck her in the middle of her asshole, causing her to jolt in both surprise and pleasure, but the warm water and pleasurable sensations were relaxing everything the water touched and she allowed the shower head to sweep further down as well.
Jennifer slid the fingers of her left hand closer to the center until her clit was trapped between her pointer and index fingers. With the water still pulsating over her inner and outer lips, Jennifer's fingers began stroking her clit up and down, further heightening her arousal. Ordinarily, she masturbated her clit with her right hand, so using her left hand felt like a clumsy stranger learning the ways of her body - still good, but foreign. She was now breathing heavy, her heart thumping in her chest as she teased herself further. Although water was pouring from between her legs, she also felt her own internal lubrication increase. She dipped her left hand lower, then inside her vaginal walls, feeling her body's juices cover her fingertips.
Jennifer squeezed the muscles of her pelvic floor, feeling her already tight pussy grip her fingers even tighter, then drew a fingertip forward to gently rub her g-spot. Returning her left hand to hold open her vulva, Jennifer brought the shower head closer to her clit, savoring the intense electric jolts that shot through her and made her body twitch in ecstasy. It was less than a minute before she sensed the orgasm rising up inside her, the surging wave demanding release. Jennifer wanted to reach up and play with her rock hard nipples, but lacked a free hand and instead kept the shower's stream focused on her clit. Moments later, she came harder than she had in weeks, her body sinking down to the floor of the shower as wave after wave of spasms passed through her.
"Oh fuuuuckkkk," she moaned loudly, then bit her lower lip.
Jennifer released the shower head, which swung like a pendulum to clatter against the shower wall, while her left hand reached inside to press down on her g-spot while her right focused on gently fiddling her clit. She sucked in a long breath, filling her lungs as she gasped for breath. The first orgasm had barely passed when a second followed immediately behind, completely taking her breath away and causing her to squeeze her eyes closed in concentration. She let out a long low groan, slowly releasing the remaining air left in her chest as she rode out the remainder of her orgasm.
When the tremors finally subsided, Jennifer stretched herself out on the shower floor, wiping away the soaking hair plastered across her face. She tilted her head to watch the shower head spraying against the tile wall, then looked up again at the open doors to the outside. I wonder if anyone caught my little show, she mused. Too bad today was a solo act.
When her heart rate slowed back down, Jennifer stood and finished her shower. She dried herself with the luxurious resort towels, then wrapped one around her head. Standing in front of the mirror, Jennifer examined her lightly roasted skin. She had darkened somewhat and the burn did not appear to be too bad. There were light tan lines where the bikini had blocked the sun, but they were thin and the contrast was only faintly perceptible. Among the complimentary toiletries, Jennifer found a bottle of aloe and generously applied it to her shoulders and stomach. Walking back to her suitcase, she retrieved her toiletry bag and took it back to the bathroom, where she applied a spritz from the tester bottle of perfume she had packed. She rubbed her hair again with the towel around her head, then hung it up on a hook outside the shower.
Walking back into the bedroom, she caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye. Looking out the glass doors, she saw a redheaded woman in her mid-40's standing on the pathway that ran past the bungalow's deck. Slightly paunchy in the middle with a plain face, the woman's torso was still pointed down the path but her head was facing Jennifer, her mouth slightly open. It was only then that Jennifer remembered that she was completely naked, and with a gasp, she ducked behind the canopy bed. The woman, realizing she had been seen, put her hand up to her face and quickly hustled past. Running into the bathroom in a crouch, Jennifer retrieved her towel from the shower and wrapped it around herself. Covered, she swiftly closed the curtains across the sliding glass doors. Once the moment had passed, Jennifer could feel the blush drain from her face. She felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement and let out a nervous laugh. After checking the narrow gap between the curtains again, she returned to her suitcase and threw her towel on the bed. She picked out a halter top with a blue and white banana leaf print and a pair of cropped white denim pants with white sandals. She briefly considered makeup, but decided to go au natural instead.
