After loaning my boyfriend to my best friend for a week of sexual recreation in Aruba, I was now on my way to check up on my loan. To add real interest, I was being seduced by a college friend, who was gay, beautiful and relentless.
In spite of her desire to take my girl-on-girl cherry, she was being a good friend. Beth had convinced her daddy to allow us to use a company jet to take us to Aruba. She also commandeered his condo on the resort island. Now, we were making our way across the tarmac to a jet that I hoped would take me to a resolution to the complicated mess I created.
We boarded the plane to find two other passengers. Beth recognized them as executives with one of her father's companies. She made the introductions. As a flight attendant served coffee and pastries, we settled in and talked about Aruba with the executives. They were going to conduct a review of her daddy's call centers located on the island. Having been to Aruba several times, each of the men was familiar with the resort where Sean and Donna were staying. They grinned at each other recalling that it was a clothing optional hotel and beach.
Once airborne, Beth and I reclined in our oversized and reclining seats and dozed off. I awoke a couple hours later. Beth still slept, a blackout mask covering her eyes. The flight attendant came by with fresh coffee. The two execs were fixed on their laptops and I headed to the toilet.
The flight attendant was now fixing a tray with lunch and we had some time to chat. She was originally from the Netherlands and loved when she had the opportunity to fly to Aruba. Since this was a turnaround trip, she would not be staying on the island. She offered to be our tour guide if we returned when she had time to stay. The plane was not going back to Boston, but stopping in Miami. Beth's father was there and they would have two days' layover.
"I'm off to South Beach," she said. "Got to keep my all over tan in good shape."
I nodded and wondered if I were me or were most women comfortable going nude at the drop of a hat. When I returned to my seat, Beth was awake. I told her about my conversation with the attendant.
"Beatrice is a lot of fun. We've spent some time on the island. Do you think she's attractive?"
I said I did and asked if that's what Beth meant when she said she's fun.
Showing a sly smile, Beth said, "Well, let's say she is very open-minded. Especially if there is not a man around who attracts her. Yes, she's a lot of fun."
Beatrice brought us a tray with a light lunch of fruit salad, yogurt and a wheat roll. I looked at her clear complexion, bright blue eyes and toned figure. I bet she and Beth could have some fun.
As the attractive woman served our food my mind kept spinning. "Something to add to my worry list," I thought. "Am I the only straight woman left in the world?" Maybe I was not as straight as I thought.
My mind was churning with erotic visions of Donna, Beth and, now, Beatrice. And, oh yeah, my boyfriend, Sean.
Before I realized it, the pilot asked us to prepare for landing. Within a few minutes we were on the ground and taxiing to the fixed base operator that serviced private aircraft. A local customs official came on board, checked our passports and wished us a happy stay.
As soon as I stepped onto the top of the stairs, I was hit with a blast of hot, dry air. The temperature in Boston that morning was around 30 and it must have been in the high 80's here. As my clothes started to feel like a second and unwanted skin, I began to appreciate why not wearing too many clothing items made sense.
The execs had a black SUV waiting with plenty of room and offered to drop us at Beth's condo. It only took fifteen minutes before we were waving good-bye.
Although nowhere near as spectacular as her Boston place, the Aruba condo was bright, tastefully furnished and, thankfully, had two bedrooms. It also had a spectacular view of the brilliant blue ocean.
Beth checked the kitchen and saw that it was fully stocked as she had requested. She pulled a half-bottle of champagne out of the refrigerator, uncorked it and poured two glasses. "Welcome to Aruba," she said as we touched rims.
She pointed to my bedroom and announced we needed to get changed and hit the beach. I unpacked, put away my few things and stripped. I pulled on the new bikini bottom and tried to gauge how much of a trim I needed.
"Love the look, Alex," said Beth from the doorway, "but I think you better wear a top, at least as we leave the building."
By now I was not as freaked out being partially nude in front of her.
"I was trying to figure out how much I needed to groom," I said looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Beth came and stood next to me. She was wearing a tiny pink bikini under a gauzy caftan. She pulled the caftan over her head. Looking at our reflections, I could easily see why people considered us look-alikes.
"Well, you could do what I do," she said. Beth pulled down the front of her bikini and exposed a thin strip of blond hair that perched above her smooth lips.
"Wow, I don't think I want to go that far," I said. I thought I was speaking calmly while my mind was screaming that I was staring at a naked pussy. Truth be told, I was admiring a naked pussy.
"Well, we could just shape it up a bit. What do you think you'd prefer, a rectangle or a small triangle?"
"I'd prefer not even talking about this whole thing. And, what the hell do you mean, 'we'?"
"Have you ever used a razor down there?"
"Not really," I admitted.
"So, I don't think you want to go track down the love of your life with a pussy that's cut and bleeding."
"So, you're just willing to volunteer to help?"
"Sure, what are friends for?"
I scoffed and said, "I think you just want to get your hands on my pussy."
"Hey, every job must come with some benefits." She smiled and said she'd be back in a minute with the proper tools.
I knew I was flirting with danger. In reality, I was flat out flirting. But, she did make a point about not wanting to do damage. I pulled down my bottoms and waited in the room without a stitch of clothing.
Beth reappeared and stopped short. She eyed me from head to toe. "I couldn't interest you in spending a delightful, long afternoon in bed, could I?"
"Just do your job, bitch," I joked.
Laughing she told me to sit on the bed as she went into the attached bathroom. She returned with a towel. Following her directions I lifted my butt and she placed the towel on the bed beneath me. She ran her hands through my patch and asked what I decided.
"I think a small triangle will be fine. And, I don't think you need to touch anything down there except the little bit you're going to trim."
"You mean I can't touch you here?" she said as her finger ran up my slit and pressed against my clit. Involuntarily, I jerked and let out a long moan as pleasure lit up my nerve endings.
"Fuck, Beth. Please don't do that."
"Okay," she said. "Just remember if I hurt anything, I will happily kiss it and make it better."
I knew I was wet and that last statement only made things worse.
Beth leaned in close and gently pulled the edges of my curls out and snipped them with a scissors. She worked her away around the three sides of my bush. She moved aside so I could see my reflection in the wall mirror.
"How's that for shape?"
"Will everything be hidden in my bottom?"
"Pretty sure. If not, I'll trim some more. Now, I'll shave the rest and, honestly, Alex, I need to do along the sides and bottom. Otherwise, it's going to look weird."
I sighed and agreed. Beth spread some shaving cream along the edges of my bush and quickly pulled the razor to take care of the remaining short hairs. I again checked the mirror and was startled at how it made a difference. I thought it looked sexy.
"Please lay back and spread your legs, Alex." She giggled and said, "I wish I had a dime for every time I said that to a hot woman."
"Beth!" I cried.
"Just kidding. Chill, Alex. This is fun."
"For you, maybe," I said as I eased myself back on the bed. Slowly I let my knees fall and my thighs opened up.
Beth was silent and I did not feel her touching me. "Is everything all right?" I asked.
"Alex, you are incredibly beautiful. I was just caught up in looking at you."
"Well, showtime's over. Let's finish up."
I heard the can hissing and then felt the cool foam being spread on my thighs and onto my lips. I took in a breath as a woman's fingers touched my sex. Beth quickly trimmed the hair from both thighs. Her touch was now on my lips as she pulled one tight to smooth out the skin. The razor glided over it. I held my breath as she repeated the action on my other lip. I knew I was seriously damp and was sure that Beth could see it.
"Can you lift your legs so I can do the last part?"
I gripped my thighs and pulled my legs back. I felt more exposed than I did at my annual physical. Beth spread the foam around the bottom of my vagina and all the way down to my asshole. She deftly used the razor and wiped me dry.
"All done, Alex," she said. "Let me just wipe the excess off in front." Before I could say a word, I felt a towel rubbing me clean. She finished by spreading my lips with one hand and running the towel the length of my slit with the other. As much as I wanted to hide my arousal, I groaned as I felt her touch.
"One kiss, Alex?"
