It was about a 30 minute drive to the far edge of the touristy part of the island. The B&B was a nice place. The main house and three guests houses were along a shallow rocky drop-off overlooking the water, with a few steps cut into the rock leading down to the beach. The beach here was interspersed with rock, Kjem could imagine that the snorkeling would be excellent. The pure sandy beach and the tourist amenities were within sight to the east, to the west the beach disappeared into the rocks and water, although there were some additional houses up on the higher bluff. Tony checked them in and showed them their place, apparently his brother and sister in-law were out of town. They were the only guests, they had the place to themselves; normally they weren't open for guests this time of year. Tony showed them to the guest house next to the main house; it was a studio, with a king-sized bed, dining area, bathroom, and small but fully-equipped kitchen, very nice. The entrance had a screened-in front porch facing and overlooking the water, with a small table and some chairs. The walkway between cabins passed right in front, forming a kind of a landing, and it was just a short distance to the main house and the steps down to the beach. The guest house next door was set up for Megan.
"Make yourselves at home," Tony told them. "You're on your own, the lounge and dining area in the main house isn't set up, but the cabins have everything you need, and town is just down the road, easy walk. I've got to run, guests to pick up at the airport, I'll be here to pick you up tomorrow afternoon, run Beth to the airport and the rest of you to the marina. Three-o'clock sharp, be ready!"
"Thanks, Tony," Kjem said as he shook his hand. Megan and Beth gave him a hug and a "Thanks!" as well, then Beth quickly pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it off, rubbed her boobs with her hands, then turned and dashed back into the cabin.
"Damn that woman, I'm gonna miss her!" exclaimed Tony, then he turned and walked up the walkway to his car and headed off.
Kjem and Megan joined Beth in the cabin. She was by this time naked, with her head in the fridge rooting for something to drink, with her perfect tiny ass pointed at them.
"I knew it!" she cried. "Who wants a rum and coke? There must be at least a case of it in here! Tony, I love you!"
Beth handed them each a can of the local pre-made rum and coke, and then sauntered back out to the porch. At least she sauntered until she passed Megan, who gave her a solid swat to the ass, prompting Beth to squeal and dash out the door.
Once they were all lounging in seats on the porch they all 'clink'ed their cans, and after a quick drink Megan pulled her top off too, revealing her magnificent tits.
"You, too, cowboy," she told Kjem, so Kjem took off his shirt as well.
Then Megan kicked off her flip-flops and pulled off her shorts, revealing her bikini bottoms. She sat down and repeated herself, "You, too, cowboy!"
So Kjem lost his flip-flops and pulled off his shorts, leaving him in his usual boxers. Beth laughed at Kjem's obviously growing excitement, then looked pointedly back and forth between Megan's eyes and her own naked pussy.
"You, too, cowgirl!" she said.
Megan looked around and took stock of their situation; the screened-in porch protected their privacy, and in any case the place was empty except for themselves, and the beach below was empty. So, she shrugged, and peeled off her bikini bottom and tossed it into the cabin. She slouched into her chair with her legs apart, one ankle on the other knee with her pussy open and in plain view.
Then, predictably, she looked at Kjem and tipped her drink in his direction and said, "You, too, cowboy!"
Kjem laughed and quickly pulled off his boxers, his partially erect dick standing half-heartedly upwards while he took another pull of his drink.
"I think this is going to be a great send-off!" Beth proclaimed.
After lazily enjoying the view and their drinks (and a refill), they decided to wander into town for a while before dinner. All three of them dressed in GCC-standard khaki shorts (Kjem's were MUCH longer than the girls, of course), and green T-shirts. Kjem and Megan had regular T-shirts, Meghan's was baggy enough to almost hide the fact that she was bra-less. Beth had on a woman's sleeveless T, cut off very short to almost but not quite show some underboob. She, of course, was also bra-less. In other words, with her small tits, just this side of scandalous.
With one girl on each arm, Kjem walked them out to the road and into town. This was the main tourist center, but it was late enough in the season to not be crowded. They stopped first for some window-shopping, then got some ice cream. The effect of the cold food was evident on the girl's shirts, and Kjem appreciated it very much. He also noticed that many passers-by also appreciated it.
"Hey!" said Beth, as they came to one of the restaurants, the Conch Knocker, "Let's eat here!"
"No way," replied Megan. "You need a reservation a month in advance for dinner here, even this time of year."
Kjem, looking smug, pulled out his phone and checked the time. "Good thing I made reservations a month ago. It's not quite time yet, but close enough, we can sit at the bar until our table is ready."
Beth squealed, bounced on her feet and clapped her hands in delight. Megan and Kjem gave each other high-fives in congratulations. They checked in at the front desk, then were shown to a sort of tea table in the bar area. The waiter asked if they'd prefer still or sparkling mineral water (they went with sparkling), and ordered drinks. Kjem had a local rum, neat; Beth went with a Drunken Donkey, and Megan chose a Rum Punch.
There were a number of folks pulled up at the bar or at small tables scattered around. It was quite a mix, some folks very formally dressed, others in beach bum attire, and still others in swim suits, even abbreviated ones. Most appeared to be settled in, as far as Kjem could tell they were the only ones waiting for their table. They talked about Beth's upcoming travels and job, and Megan's beginnings of her search for when she graduated at the end of the upcoming semester.
After they'd finished their drinks and started a next round, a new waitress came to their little table, introduced herself as "Bonnie" and told them that their dinner table was ready. Bonnie was an attractive middle-aged woman, with blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her black shirt, sleeves rolled up, showed a bit of cleavage, and her black pants revealed her very nice figure. When they started to collect their partial drinks, Bonnie pooh-poohed them, and told them it would be taken care of. They followed her out of the bar and into the central square of the restaurant.
This was open-air, with tables separated by tall trellises of vines and shrubs that provided privacy for each table. The sky was getting dim by now; lights in the trellises came on, and candles were being lit at each table. Instrumental music filled the air, perhaps a bit loud for Kjem's taste but although he didn't see a band, he thought it was probably live rather than recorded. They were lead to their table, hemmed in on two sides by the greenery and one side by one of the walls of the square, and facing across the walkway to the end of one of the corners of the exterior walls. The bench seating was wicker, with cushions and high backs, very comfy. Kjem sat next to Beth and across from Megan. In just a moment, a second waiter arrived with what remained of their drinks, and menus appeared.
"Everything on the menu is available tonight," Bonnie told them. "In addition, the Chef has a small number of fresh Reef Squid, served either stuffed provincial-style or fried in olive oil and red oil sauce. The filet is also very good, it arrived just today and is well seasoned. I will give you a few minutes to consider."
