Fifty Shades of Silver

Party On The Patio

Holding hands as we wait for the elevator, Silver lays her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. "Thank you for planning all of this" she gestures with her hand.

"Anything for my baby." I reply, placing my lips on her hair for a light kiss.

The elevator door opens to the sound of another sigh and we step in and push the button marked "Party on the Patio", laughing at the crooked engraved tag covering the floor number. The doors open to the sound of happy reggae music and a small crowd of people in various types of swimming pool attire. The short blonde by the bar is wearing a cute cover up and sandals. The hulk of a man beside her was sporting a speedo; rocking the Mr. Universe look. Ugh. Not our cup of tea.

Silver nudges me, "Thank you.", she whispers.

Nodding in the direction of a woman wearing a medium sized bikini I reply, "You are welcome baby, and Thank you!"

She stifles a laugh as we make our way over to the bar. Thank goodness that the women who are topless are carrying it off without a hitch. The male to female ratio is pretty darn close to 50/50 and the "hotness" scale fits the standard bell curve. A few people of the "oh my god" hotness (9+), while the greatest number of people fall into the middle and a very few, thank goodness, of the "Thank you" variety.

I'm probably considered to be a 7, or maybe on a good day, an 8. Silver would give herself a reluctant 8, while the rest of the world would push that into the 9+ area. They are all wrong. Silver is a 10+. 10 for her actual physical attributes and the PLUS for all of her other amazing traits. One of which is her ability to do the unexpected, when it comes to me.

Smiling sweetly at the bartender, she places our order, "Two Bahama Mamas please."

"Coming right up!" matching her smile with one of his own. We watch as he prepares out drinks with a flourish, crowning the alcoholic slurpee with cherries and a tiny umbrella. "Here yar!" he says, sliding the drinks across the bar. "I'm Chris and I'm here most days. Just let me know and I'll refresh those drinks for you anytime." he finishes with a wink.

"Perfect" Silver purred, "I'm Silver and this is my husband Gabriel. We're here for a couple of days of sand, sun, sea and se..." glancing at me with a mischievous grin, amending, "and, all the fun we can cram into our time here."

Laughing, he replies, "That's exactly what we want for all of our guests."

"Nice to meet to you, I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of us over the next couple of days." I say, picking up our drinks, the double-entendre a bonus.

With a quick smile, Silver takes my hand and we stroll around the beautiful tropical landscaping. It's not as crowded as I thought when we looked down from out room, so that's great. People watching as we walk, Silver points out one of the hot couples stretched out on a huge lounger. The topless blonde is on her stomach, probably asleep, her tight ass covered with a bright orange, tropical flower pattern. The guy is reading a tablet, his free hand resting on her upper thigh. He glances up at us, giving Silver a once over before nodding in my direction and returning to his tablet. Methinks they are the couple I saw earlier, from the 3rd floor. It's obvious that these two are active and athletic, based on their toned bodies and rock bottom BMI.

"Very nice" I say from the side of my mouth. She replies with an eyebrow wiggle which makes me laugh out loud. Continuing on through the maze of trees and flowers, we make our way out to the white sand beach. Silver pulls off her sandals as we walk through the warm blue water. Luckily I kicked my Vans off up in the room. Gazing out over the water, cruise ships dot the horizon as we watch a pod of dolphins play in the ocean just beyond the breakers. God, what a gorgeous view... I could stay here forever.

"I love this, baby." Silver says. "I'm so glad that we are 'samesies', it would suck if we didn't love the same things."

"That's a fact", I reply.

Sipping our cold beverages, we continue down the beach, collecting pretty shells and various bits of colored glass. Noticing our depleting drinks, I suggest we head back for a refill and a bathroom break. Threading our way back through the garden, Chris sees us coming and starts mixing up a couple of replacements as we step into our respective bathrooms. Dang... I guess this is why it's not so crowded outside. Leaning against the wall, I'm number 4 in line.

Silver is sipping on her half empty glass, chatting with the bartender as I round the corner, finally exiting the bathroom. She looks so pretty perched on the stool; her knees bent and little red toes resting on the stool next to her, hands gesticulating as she talks. Her dress has ridden up to mid thigh, exposing a lovely expanse of tan smooth skin.

As I approach, Chris sees me and nods, causing Silver to turn, saying "I saved you a seat, aren't I sweet?", giggling at her unintended rhyme.

Lifting her feet from the stool, I sit and place them in my lap. "You are the sweetest woman I know, darling."

Mock shock spreads across her face, "Don't say that too loud, baby. I don't want to ruin my reputation!"

Chris just grins at the two of us and slides my drink across the bar, "Here yar, enjoy!"

Taking a sip of the fresh drink I let out a long "Aaahhhhhh... heavenly."

Chris just grins and turns to Silver, "Reputation? You seem very sweet to me." Silver just flutters her eyelashes at him. Returning to their previous conversation, "It sounds like you have everything all planned out, I'd love to come stay at your B&B on the lake. The Star Trek bungalow sounds awesome." Turning to me, saying "Yeah, I'm a bit of a Star Trek nerd."

"As you've guessed, we are too. I'll get you the website before we head home so you can check it out."

"Baby, we are almost out of smokes. Would mind running up and grabbing a pack?"

"As long as you are sweet and save my seat!"

Smiling at her, I lift her sexy feet, her dress bunching up around her waist, and place them on the empty stool. Giving her a quick kiss and a pat on the ass, I head back inside to retrieve the cigarettes. It's a short elevator ride to our floor and I'm in our room in just a couple of minutes. The bathroom door is still open and I see Silver's panties on the counter. Ohhh yeah , that's right... she must have taken them off after our balcony adventure earlier. Smiling, I snag a pack and head back down to the patio.

Approaching the bar, I see that Silver's stool is vacant. Chris sees my confused look and gestures with his hand, "Your beautiful wife asked me to tell you that she went to find a place for you guys to sit by the pool. She took both drinks."

"Thank you, sir!" I say, turning to scan the pool and surrounding area for her vibrant yellow dress. Humm, where is my Hotwife? I wander through the array of glistening, suntanned bodies, continuing my search. There is the hot couple from earlier... looks like blondie has switched sides, her erect nipples and dripping skin tell me she must have just gotten out of the water. Her other half sees me looking and gives me a nod and a knowing grin as I walk by the foot of their lounge bed. The woman ignores me. I pass a couple more occupied lounge beds before I see a lone woman on her tummy, her butt sporting bright pink bottoms. Damn that looks nice against her tan. Oh wait a damn minute... that's Silver! How the heck... well, I'll be... she must have replaced her panties with one of her new bikini bottoms! Ah! The small pile of yellow must be her dress and based on the expanse of unfettered bare skin on her back, it looks like she's decided to leave her top in the room.

Pausing a moment to enjoy my view without Silver being aware, I drink in her beauty, then step over to the lounger, "Hey sexy, is that a new Wicked Weasel one piece?"

Turning to lean on her elbow, her right arm draped across her breasts, "Hey there handsome, looks like you got my message. And, yes, this is a new 'one piece' that I bought just for you. I figured that you'd be twisted up wondering if I was going to go topless this weekend, so in a act of mercy", placing her right hand over her heart, "and because I love you more than anyone in this world...", fluttering her eyelids and turning over on her back, her long legs stretching out while her arms come to rest above her head, "and as a little thank you for being such a sweet man, I present to you, the 'one piece weekend'", she finishes, stretching like a cat on a catnip bed. Her self satisfied smile is the cherry on top. I'm finding it difficult to think, let alone piece together a string of words, so I just stand there like an idiot.

A flurry of yellow hitting me in the face brings me back to reality. I catch the dress before it hits the ground and launch myself on to the lounger eliciting a squeal. "I love you so much!! This is the best 'thank you' ever."

I lean in for a kiss, my hand resting safely on her tummy... I've gotta keep my shit together or it's going to get awkward. Her lips meet mine in a kiss that quickly devolves (or, evolves, depending on your viewpoint) into a deep, passionate, knock-your-socks off, kind of kiss. Breathing heavily, we break our embrace and open some space between our overheated bodies.

"Jesus, baby..." I manage, placing my hand on her thigh.

Gripping my wrist firmly, lifting my hand, she whispers, "You can't touch me right now..." she breaths, "I don't mind laying here on display for you, but you gotta keep your hands to yourself or it's not going to be very fun for me... youknowwhatimean?"

Little Gabriel is screaming, No, No, No! But her words ring true, so I slip my hands over her shoulders, cupping her face, "You're right, of course my love. But, Daaaammmnn... you know every single one of my buttons." Giving her a soft kiss, "Thank you for pushing this one", admiring her body splayed out next to me.

"You're welcome, now move over to your side so I can get some sun in peace", she chides, laying back and closing her eyes. "I do need sunscreen, though", her mouth twitching.

Grabbing the bottle of coconut oil, I drizzle it slowly up and down each long, tan leg, watching it begin to succumb to gravity in lazy drips. Setting the bottle on the table, I run my hands up the length of her legs to catch them before they hit the bed.

"And... with the number of topless women here, I figured that it really doesn't matter if I add mine to the mix. I look pretty good, so if anybody is offended, fuck em", causing me to snort.

Looking up the length of her body, "Offended will never be the adjective used when referring to your amazing body, darling."

Her eyes remain closed, but her smile widened.

She releases a soft moan as I continue spreading the warm oil all the way from her pretty red toes up to her new, yep, there's the tag, pink Wicked Weasel bikini. The triangle is small enough to clearly see Tinkerbell sitting on Silver's hip. It's almost as if she's sitting on the tiny, pink string of Silver's suit. Remembering my duties, I grab the bottle and drizzle a small portion on her sternum, up to each clavicle and down to her navel. Starting at her neck, I slowly work my way over the delicate collarbone and down each arm, ensuring good coverage. The oil leaves a shiny trail around her breasts as I carefully avoid her sensitive nipples. Feeling her tummy muscles tighten as I continue my way south, my hands slide apart to cover each hip. Lifting the delicate string, she must feel my fingers slip under, again... going for good coverage here, and slide over her tender hip bone. While pulling my hand across to her other hip, my fingers trailing under the little pink triangle meet no resistance at all.

Huummmm... my baby is VERY smooth all over.

Hmmmmmm... oh wait, that's not me, glancing up at Silver's peaceful face.

That sounds like a 'good' hummmm, but I'll move on anyway... I'm not here to start anything we can't finish, Little Gabriel! By this time, the front of Silver's body is glistening in the sun, so I finish up by sliding my hands up her sides and over her breasts, her nipples immediately becoming erect. I do my best to keep it casual and announce, "If I've missed anywhere, just let me know!"

Eyes still closed, she says dreamily, "I believe you've covered every, single, spot; thank you my pool boy."

"My pleasure, I'm here if you need anything", giving her a peck on the nose. I get ready to settle down and realize I'm the only person out here not wearing a swim suit. "Umm, baby? You need anything from the room? I'm going to run up and change into my suit."

"I wondered when you'd notice! I can't think of anything I need though."

After another peck on the nose, I head inside to do a quick change. Passing the bar, I motion to Chris. "I'll be right down, would you mind mixing up a couple more adult beverages?" He shoots me a thumbs up and turns his attention back to the pretty brunette, twirling her hair with an index finger.

I chuckle and punch the elevator button. The doors open immediately, awesome. I dig the keycard out of my pocket and wait for the final ding. Stepping out of the elevator, I turn toward our door and catch a glimpse of a tall guy slipping into his room. NBD, the first person I've seen on this floor since we've gotten here.

CHAPTER 6 - Chillin' by the Pool