My hand went through the screen like butter and nobody was more surprised than I.
It wasn't what I expected to be doing at 1:30 AM on that warm Caribbean night. But Bobbi, bless her soul, had managed to tease the Villa number from the young concierge who couldn't stop staring at her half open blouse and the large breasts bulging from it.
I'd only met Bobbi a few days ago when i first arrived at the resort. She was prowling the beach and the little bar at the palm treed end of it in a killer white bikini. We chatted a bit over grilled chicken and Pina Colada's before she wandered away with a lovely sway to her hips that told me she knew I was watching. She picked me up at the main nightclub that night and we had been at it hot and heavy each night. For what ended up being the cost of her meals and drinks we had a pretty good arrangement. She liked older guys with lots of money as much as I like women who can make me crazy.
I'm not sure what she did during the days, I likely don't want to know. But I met Rich and Jessica at the pool yesterday afternoon while Bobbi was otherwise engaged. One look at Jessica and fuck, I wanted her so bad. She had the kind of look and the body that makes me hard just looking at her. Complicating things was her tiny, and I mean tiny, black bikini that was not only a size too small for her ample body but didn't cover her existing tan lines. They had just arrived and her bags had been lost en route. The little black number was all she could find in the gift shop. Or so I found out later.
She and I made eyes at each other across the pool while her husband completely missed the proceedings. I took a drink over to them both and I could tell there was a chance I'd be able to be with her at some point. The way she tossed her head and brushed her hair aside, and her body squirmed enough to give me a hint of what might lie ahead. Rich was polite and very nice but he had no idea. We chatted for quite a while and i invited them on a private snorkelling charter for the next day. We agreed to meet for a drink after supper to talk it over.
At supper I told Bobbi I would be busy that night but she insisted on coming along. She new damn well I was on the prowl. She told me to meet her in the nightclub after I met the new kids.
I nearly died when I saw Jessica walking in with Rich to meet me after supper. She had on a short tight skirt, heels, and a tight tiny top that it turned out had also come from the gift shop. Drinks went too well and Jessica and I played a bit of footsie while we drank and chatted. When Jessica found out I was going to dance she begged Rich to take her there too. He agreed to come into the nightclub to give Jessica a chance to dance for a bit. That's when Bobbi swooped back in and acted like she had known me forever. She fawned over Rich and dragged him to the bar in the club while Jessica and I hit the dance floor.
Bobbi was good, she put him on a bar stool and practically sat on him. She ordered drink after drink for him while she flirted intently.
Its a story of its own but in less than an hour, Rich was plastered and drooling over Bobbi and I had Jessica behind a partition at the back of the club with her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I lifted her and felt around with the head of my cock until I hit her burning wet pussy and she hugged hard and whimpered as I Iowered her down and impaled her. I came faster and harder than I wanted but fuck she felt good. So fucking good.
We straightened up and Jessica wiped up the cum seeping from her pussy with what was left of her silky panty. She dropped them to the floor when I danced her back out of the dark into the semidark of the dance floor. She was giggling and biting her lip as we approached the bar where poor Rich was much the worse for wear. Bobbi had her hand on his thigh, or crotch and he was leaning on the bar on one elbow with his face about 6 inches from her cleavage.
Never much for self control I had my hand up under the back of Jessica's skirt and my fingers in her wetness while Bobbi got Jeff mobile. I promised her if they still felt up to it I'd still take them out for the charter. Jessica seemed a bit confused about Bobbie when she put her hand up inside the back of my shirt but she had her hands full with Rich.
We helped them out to the path to the villas where Jessica said she would be okay from there. Rich was managing to stagger along while he leaned on her.
Bobbi pinned me to hedge and put her hand down my pants. She fondled my semi soft cock and squeezed it a few times. It pounded back up to hardness. She lifted her hand to her face and inhaled deeply. She smiled an evil smile and kissed me hard. "I knew if you got the chance you would fuck her" she whispered in my ear. "You better have something left for me!"
I laughed and pushed her off and headed for the dance.
During the third dance she stopped mid beat and pulled me to the wall. "For fuck sake, are you that distracted?" she asked in response to my less than fully committed gyrating with my white man's overbite.
I shrugged my shoulders and laughed. "I can't help it, that girl is sweeter than honey, and so innocent ..." I trailed off.
"Compared to me she hissed?" But her smile told me she wasn't exactly heartbroken.
"Idiot" she intoned and taking me by the hand, literally dragged me out and down the path to the office area.
She planted me in the darkness outside and went in to speak to the concierge, a young local guy in a shirt that was at least a size too big. It took her ten minutes of looking, leaning, chatting and touching his hand and forearm to get the Villa number.
