Previously on Lost (ha ha!): Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had entered into conversation with my seated partner, Julie. Chaperoning her much younger sister Sara, elsewhere in the plane, the unhappily married woman was not so interested in the sport but more in getting time away from her errant husband, and intent upon visiting a previous lover on an adjoining island.
Meantime, Sara, although making it obvious she was interested in me, had hitched up with a married couple, so I had invited the attractive Julie to dinner on our first night in the hope that things might develop sexually between us. Our conversation on the flight out had been of a highly erotic nature.
We had arranged to meet in reception.
2. Dinner for Two
After checking in and agreeing a time to meet, we had looked around for Julie's sister. There was no sign, we'd both laughingly assumed she had accompanied the married couple to their own hotel.
With time to lose, I partially unpacked, changed into shorts and a white tee shirt (England Cricket logo of course!) and headed downstairs to explore the hotel and its beach.
Although I had frequented Barbados on many occasions, both as Naval Officer and as a tourist, this was my first stay on the popular south coast. My tour ended at the bar with a welcome glass of Banks, the award-winning local beverage. Immediately, I was amused, and indeed a little envious, when I spotted Sara sat with the couple she had apparently seduced on the plane. Also in their early twenties, they were both incredibly attractive and, from their body movements, it was clear that their conversation was of a highly intimate nature, the woman's hand resting at a very intimate position high on Sara's thigh. I would have given a few dollars to be a fly on their bedroom wall this coming night.
The young man had his eyes glues to Sara's breasts, now even more revealed than they were on the plane. I didn't blame him! Sara caught my eye and grinned. I gave her the thumbs-up.
At 7:29 prompt I phoned Julie's room from the bar, hoping for an invitation to her room.
"Hi Tom, nearly ready, see you in reception, five minutes." I sighed, the evening was young.
I had changed into black chinos and red short-sleeved shirt, my bare feet covered by a pair of suede sneakers. If I thought for a moment I was overdressed I was to be proved wrong when my date arrived. Julie had tied her hair back in twin ponytails accentuating her swan-like neck. A floral deep-cut blouse emphasised her ample breasts and her slim thighs were fully covered with a bright yellow pleated skirt. She too was barefoot in a pair of leather sandals.
She kissed me on the cheek, "So, Tom, where is this Daphne place?"
I kissed her back, a little longer and closer to the lips than was truly polite, but she raised no objection, "I have a taxi waiting, come on, I will show you. It's about twenty minutes away."
We entered the frantically busy Bridgetown, passing by the replica of Nelson's Monument and the old harbour. Barbados, more than any other Caribbean island has retained a huge amount of its British heritage. No wonder BA and Virgin have full flights there every day of the week. In silence, Julie stared goggle-eyed as we passed beach after beach, the breaking waves glittering silver in the soft moonlight.
Daphne's lies on the west coast near to the famous Sandy Lane Hotel and specializes, as per its parent restaurant back home, in scrumptious Italian food. The stunningly sexy Barbadian girl on reception asked for my name.
"Sorry sir, I can't find any Graham, and we are fully booked tonight."
After admiring the stunning venue and gazing at the menu on the wall, Julie looked downcast.
"Will you check again please? I booked several weeks ago."
Julie glanced at me in surprise but the receptionist looked relieved, "That explains it sir, you will be in the other book. Ah, here it is, Table 7 by the water. It's not quite ready, would you like to wait in the bar?"
"Do you like lager?" I asked Julie when we sank together into a huge sofa in amongst the indoor palms.
"Yes please," she replied, fanning her face with the menu, wafting Chloe in my face, "I'm so hot."
I laughed, "I knew that the moment I first saw you!"
She punched me lightly in the ribs and I ordered two Banks from the waiter.
"Cheers." We tapped glasses. "Here's to…" I paused, raising my eyebrows.
"Whatever," she replied.
"…Frustrated married women?"
She giggled, "Stop it, Tom."
"So Julie, what made you change your mind about coming out tonight?"
"Well," she took a long gulp of the ice-cold golden liquid, "Mmm, this is good! Is there nothing that's not perfect on this island?"
"Including present company, I doubt it! So why then?"
Julie toyed with the condensation on her glass, "It was obvious that Sara was going to be gone all night and, although I do like my own space, I didn't fancy being on my own in a strange hotel. So here I am. Oh yes, and another thing, I liked the way you didn't persist. Well, not too much anyway."
"Thank you."
"On top of that, I have always been a little jealous of my sister."
"Why she should have all the fun?"
"Exactly." Little Tom, until now dormant in my pants, wondered how much fun she was considering.
The waiter escorted us to our table, perched right at the edge of the beach, the waves breaking barely an arm's length away, a welcome cooling mist of spray in the air.
"Now you know why I booked early," She thrust her breasts forward as I took her jacket and hung it over her chair.
"So who did you plan to bring here before you met me then?" she asked with a sly look, smoothing down her blouse.
"Nobody in particular," I grinned, my eyes focused on her newly exposed cleavage, "But I was a boy scout once."
"Always be prepared," she quoted softly. "By the way, my eyes are up here!"
I looked up at her face, her expression was innocent and vulnerable.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Tom, but I intend to enjoy this evening."
"To hell with your husband for a few hours?"
"Fuck my husband. Don't even mention him tonight."
"We'll let that Aleysha do that shall we?" I smiled. "She sounds Asian."
"She is. Nepalese apparently, and sickeningly gorgeous. I can see why James fell for her. Bitch!"
Julie gazed out at the beach and the crescent moon hanging on its back, "This is heaven, Tom, thank you so much. Do you know, in eight years of marriage James has never done this?"
I stared over my wine glass in amazement, "What, never taken you out to dinner?"
"Oh, he's done that, silly, those were good times because he usually had carnal intentions in mind. I meant somewhere romantic and tropical like this."
Julie looked out to sea, her eyes had misted over with tears. I reached across the table and took her hand.
"Julie, perhaps over the next few days I can show you more of what you have been missing?"
She smiled and lightly stroked the back of my hand, "That would be nice, Tom. But no bed bits…"
She stared at me for a long silent moment, her breasts heaving, "… not yet anyway."
"That's okay, and who said anything about a bed, there's always the beach!" I nodded towards the inviting sands.
She quickly withdrew her hand and broke her pretty face into a frown, "Hey mister, I have no intention of sleeping with you tonight."
