Ch~10~Treasure Hunt at Treasure Beach Report
Day One~ The Arrival~
Kimmy couldn't believe where her new job's first assignment had taken her—not only in geography—but also in learning of herself. Learning about the hidden desires that lay deep and dormant within her very core.
Her first flight out to Negril Jamaica aboard Bare Bottom Resorts private jet had been just the start. Kimmy had found a new side to herself there in the naughtiness of the Negril nights. Never had she imagined that she would find such passion in the arms of another woman.
As the Bare Bottom Resorts Jet winged her to the other side of Jamaica for part 2 of this assignment—she fantasized about what may lay ahead. What would she find at this resort—Treasure Beach—that was the burning question that remained to be seen—and felt—Kimmy thought as she became aware of the moisture gathering between her lips—wet and warm with anticipation—Kimmy arrived—At Treasure Beach.
12:00 Noon~ My Arrival~
Situated on the less touristy South Bay Coast side of Jamaica—The Treasure Beach Resort was much more natural than its sister resort in Negril had been. The beachfront villas were low to the ground, quite long and sprawling and hugged the natural curve of the cove's inlet beautifully. Here the attention was on the natural beauty of things surrounding you—not on the phony and pretentious pleasantries given at the other resort. Everything here was in rich natural stone and cedar tones, so that it didn't detract from the colors of the warm white sand and turquoise water.
12:39 PM
Lunch in the Discovery Room was wonderful. Everything was beautiful and natural...exquisite views from every side and the food was top rate as well—even offering the freshest local catches of the day from the nearby Discovery Bay—(the restaurants namesake of course.)
2:00 PM
After arriving at my villa I thought I'd take a short nap and be ready for the evening ahead. I was unaware however, of the vigorous action going on in the other ½ of the villa (each villa shared by 2 separate sign-ins.) Just as my head hit the pillow and I felt the warm sea breezes start to blow across my tanned and naked body I heard giggling... it was coming from the people in villa B—but why could I hear them so easily? The lanai—they were getting things started on their lanai and I guessed that the sounds were bouncing off the side of the villa and heading strait for the open doorway of my own lanai.
I couldn't help but listen—even if it felt a little wrong—or even a little creepy—it was hot and there was no denying that the sound of two people really going at each other was anything but an absolute turn on for me! I had always loved hearing the ohs and moans of another beautifully feminine voice during sex... I would close my eyes and listen when Jack and I would screw while watching porno back at home...I just loved to HEAR the sounds of sex—
As I always put it,
"If the ones you are listening to are any good together it can be just as enticing and arousing as watching...maybe more since the sight is left to your vivid imagination."
And the ones next door, they were great at it...
"Oh, yeah, fuck baby...that's it...yeah baby suck my cock baby..." The guy said as he urged his girl to do her best with his cock between her lips.
And she did. She slurped and sucked and licked and lapped...for all of an hour as I listened and imagined the thick hot shaft that was spearing the women's wet mouth over and over again. I dreamed of it until it got me so hot and wet that I just had to get a peak at how she looked...dark tan—long, curly, dark hair, grass green eyes. She was so sexy squatting there with her long, silky tan legs in a teal dress that didn't quite cover enough of her lower body in that particular position.
Her lover tossed her long curls over one shoulder as he ravaged inside the dress for a beautiful tan DD breast with the darkest brown areola I'd ever seen and a nipple so long you just wanted to bite it and pull on it to see how far you could take it...and that is just what the cut-armed dark haired man did. I only wish that I could have seen his face—seen the way he looked at her—seen the answers he gave to the many statements that her eyes made. They were the most amazing eyes, so sensual and expressive exuding sexuality to likes I had never seen before. And she definitely loved blowing...it was no job at all for her—but sheer enjoyment.
As she sucked her man to ecstasy I too found a bit of bliss with my fingers diving into my warm wet deeps as I came in unison with the dark haired man. When he had finished they made their way from the lanai and into their villa. I decided that the show was over and I jumped into a cool shower to ready my head for the night of observation and undercover detective work that lay ahead of me. Although the sites from the lanai never quite left my thoughts...I tried my best to push them out of my head for the moment.
5:30 PM~ Happy Hour~
Not yet ready for dinner, but definitely ready for something cool and tropical I headed to the Treasure Chest—one of the properties 5 bars. Its décor was cute... done in pirates and treasure chests of fake jewels and things...not tacky...just enough to remind you that you are a step or two from home!
As I made my way to the bar I saw posters for something called The Treasure Hunt at Treasure Beach...but I didn't really pay enough attention to the posters to know what it was all about.
After getting my first drink (from a bartender who wore nothing more than a pirate's eye patch, hat, buckled boots and sword,) I took a seat at a corner booth and soaked up some atmosphere. It was a very enjoyable place—everyone there was having a good time.
I couldn't help but notice when my neighbors from the lanai strolled in. the tall dark haired woman and the well-maintained dark haired man. Luck would have it that they would choose a table that faced mine. For the first time I saw the face of the dark man. He was handsome. His chiseled face, strong and lean, sea blue eyes full of mischief and lustful intentions towards the absolutely stunning woman in his presence. They exuded sexuality. Everyone in the immediate area took notice of the couple as they settled into their table.
The beautiful lady sipped at her drink and she looked my way once or twice—as if she recognized me. But that couldn't be. She certainly couldn't have known that I was watching. Could she?
I sat at the table and waited for my beer winch to refill my glass. A real cutie with a pirate's cloth tied over her head, little ruffle cuff and swash-buckles with more heel than any pirate ever saw! As she poured my brew she asked if I would be participating in their big treasure hunt in the morning. Explaining that I hadn't any clue what it was all about, she quickly retrieved a photocopy and then told me in elaborate detail about how things were done last year.
Day Two~ The Hunt~
1:00 Pm~ Sign-in~
Just as the waitress had said, here at the sign-up booth I found a list of things that I was suppose to hunt for. Along with the rules and regulations and tips for the hunt. Some people were searching in groups, we were allowed up to 4 members per search team.
I would be a one-woman team though...or at least that's how it was looking.
As I signed up using my room number and got my clipboard and colored bandana strips I was surprised to see the beautiful dark couple from villa B in line right behind me. If they signed up after me they'd know for sure that it was me that had been listening, watching, and reveling in their pleasure throughout yesterday and last night...but something in the grass green eyes of the tanned and toned woman led me to believe that she had been fully aware of my presence from the very start. I don't doubt that it could be true; we women have a great way of sensing another's presence even when we cannot confirm it by sight and visual recognition.
1:30 PM~ The Hunt for Item 1~
First on my list was a palm frond.
"That should be easy to find, ..." I thought.
Although I had to take the road less traveled off the beaten path of the beach and the villas to the rear of the villas to actually reach the palms that surrounded them. When I found the frond I needed I noticed that the couple was around the corner in a grove of some kind. I still couldn't get past the beauty of them as a couple their bodylines and curves and bulges, Lord...how they complemented each other! Standing there in all their naked glory.
It was quite a sight to behold as she faced him, her bare breasts and long brown hair brushing gently across his naked chest as he squatted, grabbing her firmly by the waist and lifted her over his head to reach the mango that had obviously been first on their list of treasures for the hunt.
As she reached for the ripest mango he too reached for her mango and began to suckle the sweet nectar from deep within it as I stood there, my naked excitement barely concealed by the fronds of the palm I hid behind; watching as he devoured the flavorful treat that lay beneath her beautifully shaven lips. Taunting and teasing her to his will, nipping then dipping and finally sinking his teeth into her pussy as if she was the main course on his noonday meal voucher.
"GOD DAMN!" "They are so fucking hot!" I thought to myself as I felt my hand sliding yet again between the wetness of my own lips—thanks to the arousal dished out by the beautiful dark ones.
As I leaned there against the base of the luscious palm I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to join them. What it would be like to kneel down in front of him right now and stuff his engorged, dripping cock into my hot, wet mouth while I fucked my own pussy with my fingers and listened as we came in unison. What a position for a 3-way I thought—that's one I've never seen in a book anywhere! I laughed to myself, as I wedged the third finger into my tight, slippery, cunt hole and began to ravage my own body—sucking and biting at my nipple and letting the scene before me fill my imagination with wonderful thoughts of 3—what "WE 3" could do together...little did I know I'd have my chance before long.
As she screamed her way to ecstasy—I twitched through my own again, trying to be as quiet as a mouse but she sounded so good. I bit my lip hard to cut off the gasp that partially escaped my throat, tasting the rusty flavor of my own blood as I did.
