April 2008
Authors Note: This is a continuation of "The Windjammer -- Chapter 1". The reader may want to read it first in order to understand the characters.
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Dinner in San Juan
The kids and I enter our room at the hotel. They are excited to see the view out on our balcony. Our room overlooks the ocean and the beach.
"Dad? Carol, Linda and I want to go exploring downtown. If we stay as a group, would that be OK?" Charlie asks.
"As long as you stay as a group, it's fine with me. Why not find us a place to have dinner tonight. I'm starved. And remember, we are meeting down in the lobby at 6:30." I reply.
"OK, we will meet you there. What are you going to do?" he asks.
"I think I'll just take a quick shower and relax a bit. See you at 6:30, and I don't want to hear that you and Carol tried to loose Linda."
"Would we do that?" he asks with a grin on his face.
"Get out of here, and be good"
The breeze coming in the window reminded me I was on vacation in the Caribbean. The sea air was very refreshing.
During my shower, I kept having flashbacks of Ellen reaching up for a pillow and blanket on the plane this morning. The way the blouse hugged her body was very erotic. I was instantly hard again. My hand quickly reached down, allowing me to relieve the tension that had been building all day. A quick nap afterwards is rejuvenating.
I dress in slacks and a loose linen shirt. As I walk down to the lobby, I wonder how the evening will be? Will Ellen cause me to be frustrated again. I know you haven't really flirted, but I find myself thinking about you more and more.
The kids are already in the lobby waiting for us. Charley comes up to me to let me know we have reservations for 6:45 at a place down the block. The girls tell me about a club they found down the block that they want to go visit tonight after dinner.
In the middle of telling me about the club, Carol's eyes got real wide. "Mom?"
We all looked where Carol's gaze was directed. There stood Ellen, looking very different from the "conservative Mom" you had earlier. I'm sure my jaw dropped.
You were wearing a light blue paisley dress that has spaghetti straps and ends about 3 inches above you tan legs. The top is cut square across allowing me to see the tops of you tan breasts. The waist is cinched, accentuating your shapely figure. You are wearing very simple sandals' with a 2 inch heal. Ellen's hair is brushed back and held with a clip and there is just a hint more make up than earlier. Most surprising of all was the fact that you aren't wearing a bra. Evidently there was a cool breeze in the elevator on you way down.
"Mom, I can't believe you're dressed like that." Carol exclaimed.
"Carol, I'm on vacation. Your father isn't here to get uptight about it. Are you wanting this vacations to be ultra conservative for everybody?" Ellen replied, shifting her glance between Carol and Charlie, who were holding hands.
You then turned towards me and asked, "Terry, do you find this too outlandish?"
"At the risk of upsetting Carol, I think you look fantastic. I'll feel proud getting the glares from the other guys we pass. Let them think I'm your husband." I replied while looking you in the eye.
"Dad, you shouldn't encourage Mrs. B like that." my daughter exclaimed.
"Charlie, why not lead the way to dinner. We don't want to miss our reservation". I then hold out both my elbows, one for Linda and one for Ellen. Linda ignores me and runs to grab hold of her brothers other elbow.
"Do you think this is too daring?" Ellen whispers too me.
I glance at you, taking in your sexy looks from head to toe and reply, "Depends on how you feel in it? I wasn't kidding about how fantastic you look." Then I whisper, more to myself than anyone else, "but seeing you like that is making walking a little difficult".
You obviously heard what I said because you squeeze my arm, allowing your breast to press against me and say, "Thanks, a lady likes to know you can still have an effect like that now and then. Lord knows Jeff hasn't noticed that lately."
Dinner was delightful. Ellen sat on the other side of the table. This gave me the opportunity to talk with you easily. The kids were anxious to visit the dance club they had seen earlier.
"Dad, do you mind seeing that Mrs. B. gets back to the hotel? Linda, Carol and I want to head down the block to the dance club we saw earlier. What time do we have to be back?" Charlie asked.
"If Ellen doesn't mind, I'd be honored to escort her back. We might even stop at the Jazz club we walked by on our way here. We are leaving for the cruise at 1pm. You guys are all over 21. You are responsible for yourselves. I will be having breakfast at 10am and expect you three to make an appearance by then. So use your best judgment." I tell them.
"Aw Dad, I hate it when you tell us to use our best judgment. Then we have to guess what time you think is right." Linda whines.
I just grin and see Ellen wink at me. The kids quickly take off before I do set a time for them.
After paying the bill, Ellen and I begin walking along the road. "Terry, I really liked how you handled that. Jeff would have set some arbitrary time and that would be that. You seem to enjoy being with your kids, but giving them the space they need."
"Thank you. You and Carol seem to get along ok." I replied.
The Beachside Entertainment
We continued walking in silence for a block before Ellen asked, "Terry, did you know I really like Jazz when you said that to the kids?"
I laugh before replying, "No I didn't, but I love jazz too. And, to be honest, I wanted get some more glares from those guys who are jealous, thinking I'm the lucky one taking you to bed tonight" I flirt.
You turn a deep shade of red before putting your arm through mine. "I think I'm going to enjoy this week Terry. You are such a flirt, and You've already boosted my self esteem more than Jeff has in the last 10 year. Thanks."
"The Blue Lagoon" is an open air bar with a thatched roof, tikki torches and the sea breeze. "What would you like a drink?" I asked Ellen. I was momentarily distracted and had to ask you what you had said a second time. You has just taken a seat, crossing you legs, causing you flimsy dress to ride high on you thighs. The gentle wind from the ocean was caused your nipples to become very prominent.
You grab the drink menu and looks through it diligently until you spot a picture of the drink a lady at the next table over is having. "I'd like to try an Appletini" you respond.
I go up to the bar to order you an Appletini, and my Bushmills with a diet coke. I'm surprised at how much apple Vodka goes into the drink and wonder what effect it will have on you. I know you had two Bloody Mary's while on the plane and we both had a large glass of wine with dinner.
When I return to the table, I see your sandals are on the deck in front of you and you are tapping your toes in rhythm with the music. When I hand you your drink, I watch in amazement as you take a big gulp.
Just as I'm about to sit down, you set down your drink and grab my hand, leading me to the dance floor. It's a fast song, and I enjoy watching you as you move to the music. Your dress flares out at the bottom in a very sexy way. Two songs later, the little quartet slows it down. You step right next to me like we'd been dancing for years. You lift your arms around my neck. I feel the heat of your body against me, your firm breasts pressing into my stomach. I smell your clean hair as it brushes against my chin. Holding you like this is very exciting. I wonder if you can feel my arousal between us. It takes all my self control to keep from letting my hands wander over you body.
When we return to our table, you quickly downed the rest of your drink. "What are you drinking?" you ask.
I watch as you walk to the bar, swearing you are wiggling your hips more than usual. Then I wonder if you are flirting or have had too much to drink. I glance around to see a number of other guys and gals checking you out.
"They ran out of glass glasses, so we have to settle with plastic" you inform me before plopping down in my lap. You then lean over and whisper, "Do you think those guys are jealous now?"