Always a light sleeper, I was especially on guard during that night, not wanting my wife to awake and find her sister and I spooned together, my hand inside her babydoll, resting on her breast.
We all slept until after 7:00, rushing to get ready, packing and checking out, our bags left in storage until it was time to leave. Not wanting to have to deal with traffic all the way up I-95 on our way home, I made sure we'd be on the road by 2:00.
My meeting ended successfully, seems I was on a roll, just before noon, the merger of our local tour company with the larger, "regionally," known brand that I'd helped arrange earning me a nice, "Finder's Fee."
I was in the hotel lobby at 2:00, waiting for the girls. They showed up fifteen minutes late, more bags of, "bargains," By the time we hit the road, it was almost 2:30, which got us through Connecticut without much of a holdup, but tied us up for a short time in Providence, RI. That in itself wasn't a problem, as I knew Providence well, a college roommate and good friend owning a successful business there, our families close with many meals shared in that city's multitude of great restaurants.
His business was a, "Gentleman's Club," and I'd often have lunch there, sometimes with my wife. She was no prude and on a number of occasions had served as a judge for him on, "Amateur Night."
"
Desire
," was a fun place, but not tonight.
I suggested we stop and have dinner, rather than continue and have a late meal at home. They agreed, but my wife was worried that we wouldn't get home in time for me to tell Lexi her bedtime story. I called the house and told her father our plan, his assurance that his daughter would be waiting for us, "..., with lots of hugs and kisses," allaying Grammy's fears.
While I'd listened to the girl's, "War Stories," about their shopping trip all the way home, as we ate dinner, they got into some of the people they'd met and how different the residents of, "The City," had been, as opposed to their reputation. "We never saw anyone get angry, yell at anyone, curse anyone, steal a cab ride..., nothing! "Suzy said, "if anything, the people were great. Even the clerks in the stores we visited would refer us to other shops where we might find fashions that they didn't carry. Like those women we met in the bar. The shops they told us about were perfect for what we wanted."
Suzy then asked, an innocent smile included, "When can we go again?"
That turned out to be a little over two and a half years later, and it wasn't to New York City.
Eventually, Suzy went back home, her soon to be ex-husband having already found a replacement, one whom everyone in his family loved. Rather than live, "at home," with her mother and father, she took a job as a waitress at a local restaurant, rented a small duplex apartment and started taking, "Business Management," classes at the local community college. She'd come to visit on holidays and whenever she'd get a weekend off, lots of dates but no one special in her life yet.
On one of the weekends when she was visiting, about a year and a half after our trip to NYC, my buddy Leo, the Strip Club owner, invited us out to dinner, including Suzy when he found out she was visiting. Leo and his wife Lauren had met her at various functions and knew that she was single. On a hunch, and feeling sorry for the guy, he invited his attorney, a guy our age, newly divorced himself, having, he told us, "..., caught his wife cheating," as an escort for Suzy. I'd met Don a few times, always at golf outings and he seemed like a good guy.
He was immediately smitten, a call to my office on the following Monday asking if he could call and ask her for a date? "I know I'm quite a bit older," he confessed, "but she seems so mature and I think we, kind of, hit it off the other night."
Given my, "blessing," he called and she accepted. Four months later Suzy started to, "..., come to "our" house for a, "visit," every other weekend, Don's children with their mother on those days.
Five months after that, with the whole family at our house on Christmas, Don asked and Suzy accepted his proposal to marry him. She moved in with him about a month later, his children now aware of his plans.
With plans for a wedding in November, Don's case load increased after his ex-wife decided that, "If he can afford to get married, he can afford an increase in child support payments!" In spite of the facts of the divorce, she somehow got a judge to agree, his payments almost doubling! With that, and the impending wedding, he was working lots of hours, Suzy feeling left out, but understanding.
When my wife and I made plans for a late May vacation in St. Maarten, I suddenly found Suzy in the mix, my wife feeling that she, "..., needs to get away from this craziness for a while." Obviously, the two of them had been talking.
Great resort, great weather, although a bit on the warm side, and hardly any people. While the resort had a nice beach, it was better for sunbathing than swimming, the waves making hard for the girls to get into and out of the water. Exploring, we found a great beach on the French side of the Island, protected by a barrier reef and peninsula, where they could walk into the water without fear being knocked about. With a few shops and a restaurant where the parking lot was located, a Nudist Resort on the right side and a totally undeveloped stretch of beach on the left, it was perfect.
On the left, the native vegetation had grown right up to the beach, creating natural areas of shade for me and all the sun the girls could want on the beach itself. Every morning after breakfast, I would stop on our way there and buy assorted fresh fruit, cheese, a stick of freshly baked bread and a couple of bottles of water, along with a bottle of wine.
A perfect late lunch!
Once on the beach, I'd find a shady spot for myself, always in an area away from others, not that were many others on that side of the beach, and the girls would plop themselves on towels in the sun. My wife, because of stretch marks from her pregnancies, always wore a one piece bathing suit. That didn't mean it couldn't be sexy, the front, sides and rear of the, "Monokini," cut to reveal more than enough to titillate your average voyeur. But it was Suzy who seemed to be going out of her way to expose as much of herself as possible, without actually getting naked.
As long as I'd know her, she gravitated toward clothing styles that would best be described as "..., daring." This is how my wife would describe it, whenever the subject came up. But, catching part of a conversation the sisters had been having, I overheard Suzy saying, "..., he's great, but I think it's because he's a little insecure, worried about the age difference and jealous when he thinks other men are looking at me." As it turned out, that conversation concerned the way she dressed, Don trying to persuade her to dress more conservatively.
If that was the case, he'd have shit his pants if he saw what she was wearing that morning!
Her black String Bikini, which my wife had bought her earlier in the week, had a "triangle" top that covered about an inch of her breasts! The triangles were so small that, even with her small boobs, her areolas were clearly visible. Even better, for me and any other man who saw her, the bikini bottom looked even smaller! The g-string front had a matching triangle, necessitating a completely shaved pubic area, the triangle seeming to disappear whenever she was walking, the whole ensemble making a, "might as well wear nothing," statement.
And, because the far end of the beach was a nudist resort, occasionally, an individual or couple would come strolling down the beach..., completely naked. Thankfully, for me, they tended to be older, at least older than us, and not very appealing to the eye. But, ever hopeful, the girls developed a system to keep an eye open for something good to check out.
As I looked at them, my wife was on my right, lying on her stomach, her head turned to her left. Suzy was on my left, on her stomach also, her head turned to her right. If someone came into sight and that person was a man..., age, "18 to 80," whichever of them saw him first, would clear her throat or nudge an elbow and the other would casually turn her head in that direction. It had been working well, neither of them missing out on a naked man, mostly disappointed, but able to get a laugh at the expense of one gentleman, his dick was completely invisible under his pubic hair.
"Turtle Head," was what they took to calling him, as in, "Here comes Turtle Head," when he'd walk past them.
Then, after about an hour of playing that game, Suzy suddenly broke the code, her breathless, "HOLY SHIT," causing my wife to whip her head to her right, her, "HOLY SHIT," causing me to kneel up from my place under a Seagrape tree and look to my left. Maybe thirty yards up the beach, the guy had, according to Suzy, "..., appeared out of nowhere."
Ebony black, he looked like he was at least 6'5", but weighing, at most, 180 pounds... all arms and legs, naked and without a visible hair on his entire body. If that wasn't enough, he looked like he had a, "third leg," his cock so long it was nearly knocking against each of his knees as he walked towards them.
Two strides before he got to them, he stopped. Big smile, "
Dam jou bon, ou gade bel maten sa a
." his lilt a beautiful French Creole. When they didn't reply, impossible at the moment, both of their mouths hanging open, their eyes staring at the appendage hanging between his legs.
"I said, "Good morning ladies, you look lovely this morning."
"Oh..., good morning," both replied at the same time, my wife adding, "You look lovely too."
My guffaw at that remark made him aware of my presence, as well as caused both of them to turn and look at me with dagger eyes!
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