Journey to St. Jeanne

Dancing felt like a catharsis. I can't remember the last time I just let loose like this and to be naked the entire time, among good people most of whom were naked too. It was so liberating, joyous. I had a sheen of sweat all over my body when Thais and I returned to the group. We stood outside and the cooler air was so welcome on my skin. Roni introduced me to Marc, Sylvie's boyfriend and, I don't know how they put it, prospective owner? He was a handsome guy with still the hint of a baby face about him. I was a little out of breath from my exertions on the dance floor but we shook hands. I was still getting used to this idea of being naked around clothed men. For some reason being around other naked women was much more comfortable, it was a more accessible experience, like being in a gym changing area. But standing one on one, engaging in a conversation with a guy wearing a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers while being completely uncovered was for the moment a little unnerving. His eyes casually roved my body in a way that felt natural, not creepy at all.

"You're a great dancer, you have a lovely body."

I just blushed, I didn't know what to say. I had to actively fight my arms from drifting in front of my body in embarrassment. I steeled myself to stand proud and appreciate the gaze and the compliment.

"Thank you, it's been so long since I danced."

And it had been, it occurred to me. Why did I stop? Perhaps because Terry was bored by nightclubs, parties, and didn't like to dance. How much of my desires and needs did I suppress for him? I just assumed that it was our sex life which conformed to his rigid and, less face it pretty perverted, checklist that left me unsatisfied but it was bigger than just sex, there was so much more of my life I had been missing. Perhaps I had a chance to make up for lost time. I didn't have any clothes here, but that was the only thing I was missing. Everything else I wanted, everything I desired, everything I needed. It was here on these islands I came to realise. Marc's brother Gerard joined us. He looked me up and down but again respectfully, despite the fact that he was Josephine through and through, only visiting here for a few days. Perhaps I might have cause to revisit my prejudices about that particular island.

"Be careful with those Josephine guys Jenny, before you know it they'll have sweet talked you into your chains!"

Roni joked, or perhaps half-joked. Sylvie arrived, still beaming. Her good humour was infectious.

"It's true you know! my parents always warned me not to fall in love with a guy from St. Josephine and look at me now. Heading off to be enslaved! He'll probably sell me the first chance he gets."

She gave Marc a little dig in the ribs.

"Oh, I'll never sell you baby, definitely not. Almost certainly not. No matter how things are between us, I'll probably think before I ever put you on the market."

He winked at "probably" and she laughed. It was not what I expected. I didn't want to pry too much but Sylvie seemed eager to set the record straight. Thais introduced us and she was interested too hear I had arrived from London.

"You guys from Outremer probably think we're all crazy over here on Les Soeurs."

"I don't know, crazy good maybe!"

"Yes, we have our ways here for sure, how do you like it?"

"I love it so far!"

"You're going west I hear, St. Jeanne is lovely. I spent a summer working there when I was in college. It was so much fun."

"So, you're going east?"

"I cannot wait to land on St. Josephine. Truly. I mean, I never thought I'd become so fascinated by a place. I think I love it even more than Marc does even though I've never been there."

"It's true, she won't stop going on about it!"

"I don't know exactly what it was and the irony is, it wasn't thanks to Marc himself. I play soccer and a couple of years back, I played a match against a team from St. Josephine and those girls were incredible. We all chatted after the match and I was just so drawn to their attitude. They really made me rethink everything I though I knew about St. Josephine. There's nothing quite so strong and impressive as a St. Josephine woman. Marc's mom and sisters are amazing women. They're so welcoming and I think I spend more time face-timing them than he does."

I thought it would be rude to argue against her with my perhaps ill-informed Outremer perspective. I had only just met her after all. I didn't quite get why she was so keen to embrace slavery upon this odd androcratic island but I had to trust that she had her reasons and she knew better than me. I wished her well and as it was getting late, I was a little tired and we still had our consular visit the next day I suggested to Roni that we head back. I went to say goodbye to Thais.

"Hey, it was so nice to meet you and thank you so much for inviting me to this place and especially taking me out to the dance floor."

"It was my pleasure"

Something about the way she said that in her Portuguese accent, not to mention her lovely smile and blue eyes, was so appealing and part of me wanted to linger longer with her. An image rushed into my head of both of us in the ocean, splashing water over each other, play wrestling as the waves crashed over us.

"Er, I have to head back."

"You know, I go over to St. Jeanne all the time, me and a few girls like to surf there. Maybe we could meet up."

My heart just swelled and I couldn't stop beaming.

"Oh, I would love that!"

"Great, I will see you then!"

We shared details and she embraced me, our skin slick and slightly sweaty, her hard nipples pressing into my breasts. She kissed me on each cheek and I felt all flush. As Roni and I walked away, I couldn't resist turning back to look, she caught my eye, smiled and waved. I felt like I was skipping as we strolled along the quay and through the town. Roni linked arms with me.

"So how do you like St. Colette?"

"I absolutely love it. It's so welcoming and I feel so free!"

"Wait till you see St. Jeanne, it's even nicer."

"Wow, really?"

"Oh for sure, it's a really lovely vibe. But I do love coming here to St. Colette and if you fancy it we can pop over on the weekend any time you like. I'd be happy to escort you."

"That would be fantastic"

We strolled though the old town without a care like two old friends. I was pretty tired from the early start but it was still nice to see the buzz around the place. Groups of giggling girls, all with bare arses just like me and Roni and all completely carefree. Clothed guys hanging out, enjoying the sights and mostly behaving themselves. There was a mixed group of young people and it occurred to me that apart from the absence of a few strategically placed pieces of fabric and shoes on the girls it could have been a scene from a hot summer night back home where there was always more young female flesh on display than male, guys in their big shirts and joggers while girls covered up little more than their boobs and butts with tight tops, boob tubes, micro-minis or hot pants. I saw couples strolling along hand in hand, the delightful contrast between a stylish well dressed man and his elegant naked girlfriend, nipples pointy from the cool evening air. I was aware that for some, the night was still young.

"I hope you don't mind going home a little early Roni, the early start was catching up with me"

"Not at all, don't worry about it. It's been a fun evening, you've had a long day and we have lots to do tomorrow. We have your visa to stamp and we can get the boat in the afternoon. I can't wait for you to see the apartment I found you."

"Oh, it looks amazing."

"It's a real trendy up and coming neighbourhood too, maybe we can catch a bite to eat at one of the local restaurants."

"I can't wait!"

We arrived at the hotel and walked across the lawn and just as we stepped on the grass, the sprinklers went off, we ran giggling towards the entrance portico and almost avoided getting completely soaked. We must have looked quite a sight to the doorman dripping water and laughing. He raised an eyebrow and indicated towards a sort of frame structure by the porch, like the sunscreen frames at the airport. He pressed the warm air button and we were rewarded with a sheet of air which dried us off completely without the need for towels which did not exist on St. Jeanne and were reserved for male guests only here on St. Colette.

Roni lingered by the desk chatting to Gilles and one of his colleagues, she was leaning forward and her ass looked cute and inviting. She had this sweet girlish manner that came out every now and then and it was in full effect. The two guys seemed mesmerised. I came up to her to let her know I was calling it a night, she kissed me on both cheeks and returned to the guys. When I got to my room I was reminded once again about the radically different approach to privacy they had here, for women at least. I could see everything in all rooms on my wing. Not every room was lit but because there were only glass walls between us, one room would illuminate those around. About half were occupied and my fellow guests were relaxing, sleeping, washing. Something prompted me to realise that I was part of a fellowhood of women now. We were all in this same situation, unusual to an Outremer perspective but utterly normal on Les Soeurs. I looked around the room and marvelled once more at the nighttime vista across this beautiful town. I was tempted to collapse on the bed but I remembered that it was supposed to be for sex, not sleep. I tested the hammock. If I was going to acclimatise to life on Les Soeurs, I had better start living like a local and why not sleep like a local.

I was pleased to see a blindfold provided by the hammock. There were no blinds or curtains, I was to be on view for anyone who wanted to see me. But nothing obliged me to return the gaze. The blindfold allowed me to sleep in darkness without in any way offending social customs here. The hammock was surprisingly comfortable. I was about to slide the mask over my eyes when I observed movement on the corridor outside. I noticed three people approach. The unmistakable form of Roni with her green hair flanked by the dark figures of Gilles and his colleague. They were in good spirits, I saw her letting them both into her room and then was a little shocked to see the walls turn milky on Gilles' prompt. I knew what that meant and part of me was a little jealous.

It was a twin-edged jealousy. One part of me wanted to be in Roni's situation. Naked, vulnerable, together in a room with two big men who would have their way with me. Lucky girl. And another little part of me was jealous of Gilles and the other guy. They would get to enjoy Roni's lithe body, her full lips, her smooth skin. I heard a muffled giggle. The sounds were indistinct but drifted into my consciousness as I sank back into the hammock. My right hand found its way between my legs, my left hand on one breast, then the other. I was blindfolded and it heightened my other senses. There was a charge in the air. The glass walls in this hotel were expertly soundproofed but not completely silent. I heard snatches of thumps, moans, grunts, shifts, was it my imagination or did I even detect a sucking sound, or at least a type of suction. Whether the sounds existed or my mind filled in the blanks, it was enough to provide a soundtrack for my burgeoning arousal and I accompanied my unaware neighbours. Each of us, in our own way, in search of orgasm. Roni, I could sense, eagerly seeking her partners' ejaculations, her companions, I hope just as resolute in bringing pleasure to her and then there was me, an unseeing voyeur co-opting their lovemaking to enhance my own climax. I have to assume the other three were as successful as me but I doubt that they emulated my subsequent descent into a deep sleep.

I woke once in the middle of the night, a few hours later, to see that Roni's room was the only one on our floor still milky with the faintest of a glow coming from within. I thought perhaps I could detect three silhouettes entwined but it might have been my imagination playing tricks on me and I fell back asleep. When I woke up, I saw that Roni's walls were once again clear and she appeared to be fast asleep in her hammock. Enjoying a well-earned rest from her exertions no doubt. I envied her. I mean, I really didn't miss Terry's probing penis at all and was grateful for a couple of nights of unmolested sleep but it had been a long time since I had enjoyed true passion and sensual pleasure shared. I didn't know if Roni's tryst, if that's what it was, was like that but I certainly preferred to believe that was the case.

I stepped out of the hammock and stretched. It was a beautiful sunny day outside and I felt once again blessed to have found myself in this magical place. I stood by the window and looked down into the garden. There was a guy tending to the plants below. He looked up and tipped his hat at me. I was fully on display for him, he could see my breasts and right up between my legs, but although this was an unusual experience for me and I still blushed a little, this was just an everyday occurrence for him and he just was being polite. I still needed some cobwebs blown away and resolved on a nice vigorous shower. As I walked towards the bathing area, I saw that Roni had stirred. She gave me a guilty smile that was endearing. She came to my door and I let her in. I started the shower. I thought maybe she would watch me shower again but she had other ideas.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Sure."