-Ian goes for a memorable car ride-
Two days later, I was sitting at the resort's bar, hitting on some cute college co-eds on vacation. Unexpectedly, Yvonne bounced up to me, huge beaming smile. I hadn't heard anything from the women in days, and suddenly here Yvonne was, wearing a brightly decorated tie dyed beach wrap over a skimpy two piece string bikini. Every head at the bar turned to stare at this beautiful figure of wanton desire.
The two girls I was just flirting with stared at the well endowed Brazilian beauty before them.
"Come, come!" Yvonne said with her thick Brazilian accent, tugging on my arm. "We go now!"
I frowned, wondering what the fuck Yvonne was doing. I hadn't seen hide nor hair of anyone since the meltdown, and suddenly here is Yvonne using her Brazilian act to its fullest.
Still, I let Yvonne pull me away from the stunned girls. I felt a lot of envious eyes on me as we exited the door.
"What's going on?" I asked when she finally let me go.
"Get your shit! We're checking out of this dump and going on a road trip!" She said, dropping the accent and act.
"What are you talking about?" I asked irritated now, wondering if I had any remaining chance with those two co-eds.
"You remember Lily and dickhead were supposed to honeymoon in that resort thing up the coast?"
"Yeah." I said. "Honeymoon Cove or something. Expensive as hell. Good thing dad is paying for it. Wait a minute. We're going there?"
"Bingo!" Yvonne said. "Since your dad paid for it, Carina decided to set us all up there for an all expenses paid week long stay. So it's you, me, Carina and Lily!"
"Isn't it supposed to be for newly weds?" I asked suspiciously.
"Sounds perfect doesn't it?" Yvonne said.
I frowned. "Isn't there a storm coming or something?"
"Jesus Christ you're such a pussy!" Yvonne snorted angrily. "You have ten minutes. Get your shit or we're leaving without you!"
"But-" I tried to protest.
"Nine minutes fifty-nine seconds." Yvonne said, turning away. "Tick, tick!"
The rental vehicle turned out to be a four wheel drive vehicle better suited for off road use. Nominally it had four available seats, but no matter how tightly we packed the suitcases, it could only seat three people. It was like packing a dishwasher after Thanksgiving dinner.
Thinking that I would rather remain at the hotel, I volunteered to stay behind and find other transportation, but Yvonne insisted that we make only one trip. I had a momentary fantasy of Yvonne riding in my lap, but I pushed it aside, trying to remain practical. "I don't mind, really."
"We need you to drive." Lily explained. Lily was also wearing a bikini, but chose to wear shorts instead of a beach wrap. She was well stacked, but not on Yvonne's level.
"Someone can ride in my lap?" Mom volunteered. Like the others, mom too was wearing a bikini, a one piece that looked much better than before. It shaped to mom very well, but it didn't require a stretch of the imagination to picture her naked that night in the hot tub. Embarrassed where my thoughts were taking me, I looked down at their feet. All three women were wearing matching flip flops, revealing an expensive pedicure. Apparently the girls went bikini shopping and to the spa as part of getting over Lily's ex-fiance.
"No." Lily shook her head. "You know where we're going. Yvonne, you can ride in my lap."
Yvonne shook her head, gave me a smirk. "No. How about I ride in Ian's lap?"
"But he's driving!" Lily insisted.
"I'm not totally helpless." Mom said, annoyed, "I can drive. Ian, in the back, make room for Yvonne." So saying, she passed the phone with the navigation app already loaded to Lily. "Here, you navigate."
So it was agreed.
It was cramped in the back of the SUV. It helped that there wasn't a top on it, so we would get plenty of fresh air, but the old SUV wasn't built for comfort. Yvonne settled into my lap, and I wondered what would happen during the drive. Would she play it straight and make it an uneventful trip to the resort, or would she try something?
I was really hoping she would try something.
The memory of making love to her beside my passed out mother was still fresh in my mind.
"Hey!" Yvonne said. "Where's my seat belt? Ian, you slacking?"
