Strange how a tune, a particular smell or even a moment in a movie can bring memories to the surface that have lain hidden for years. That's what happened here. As I wrote it down, I remembered more details, but I have used exaggeration and even a little invention to make a complete narrative. It's a gentle memory of voyeurism, exhibitionism, and discovery, not sex, at least not for me. I hope you enjoy it.
All references are to people who are over eighteen. Many names have been changed.
My partner Matt and I were lying in bed watching a movie on tv. It was one of those just bad enough to watch romantic comedy mysteries where it won't really matter if you doze here and there. Matt was doing just that. The main character was at the bar on a hotel patio somewhere in the Caribbean. In the background the hotel guests were watching models on a low catwalk showing off some stylish evening wear.
I might have been ready to drift off too, but that scene took me suddenly back to a moment in my life I had not thought of in years. It was the third week of June, exams were done, goodbye to high school. Two of my girl friends and I were on a week's vacation in Jamaica. We had all got accepted into the universities of our choice and would soon be going our separate ways beginning in the fall.
Our families had always been close, and the trip was a graduation present from our parents. It was actually a present in cash and it was our choice to spend it on this trip. While I had spent time at an all-girls school in England; for Mary and Kate it would be the first time away from home without parents. Our parents figured that together we would keep each other safe, and they had to accept that in three months we would all have flown the coop anyway. In my case back to Europe. Of course, we each got an earful of advice on staying out of trouble.
Our chosen destination was a small adults-only resort hotel close to Runaway Bay about an hour's ride from the Montego Bay airport along the North coast towards Ocho Rios. I think it's been redeveloped since. It was already dark when we arrived but the warm breezes and fragrant scents that greeted us were a welcome indeed. As we ate our dinner, we excitedly discussed the things we wanted to do. Tomorrow would be beach time but at some point, we would want to explore a bit of the island.
We were eating outside on one end of a large...patio, I guess, which enclosed an infinity pool. At the far end by the bandshell people were listening to a singer and a small band which alternated between reggae and calypso favorites including timeless Bob Marley classics. When we finished eating, we gravitated in that direction only stopping when we reached the pool bar. We stood there listening while we sipped our yellow bird cocktails. I sensed the others were as thrilled as I was by the whole atmosphere, the gentle breeze and the sounds of surf lapping the shore. I wondered what my parents would think as we each ordered a second 'yellow bird'. There was a delicious sense of forbidden pleasures. At home I was allowed one glass of wine on special occasions.
We danced together as a threesome and before long we were all ready to head up to our room and its three rather narrow single beds. After the usual preparations we were ready for bed. It wasn't our first 'sleep-over' and so undressing wasn't a big deal, and I slipped between the sheets naked as is my usual practice when the weather is warm. With the gentle swish of the ceiling fan in my ears I don't think I even remember falling asleep.
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I was awakened by the sound of the shower and Mary appeared wrapped in her towel. Looking around I saw that Kate like me was just waking up. Moving quickly, I got to the shower while she was still realizing where we were. Twenty minutes later we were all enjoying a delicious breakfast and half an hour after that we picked up towels and carried our bags to the beach. The beach was not particularly wide, but the nice soft sand felt good as we removed our flipflops and picked them up. In all it was maybe a hundred and fifty yards long. I remember the near end was dominated by sports equipment and some guests were already busy with canoes and surfboards.
"The far end looks quieter," Kate suggested, and we walked in that direction. I was just putting my stuff down when she said, "The beach goes a little further I can see beyond these trees."
I picked up my bag again as she and Mary were already moving through the curtain of sea-grape. The beach beyond was deserted. It stretched another seventy yards or so. We were moving forward when Mary pointed to the sign; it read 'clothing optional section'. We all giggled.
"Come on," said Kate. "there's nobody here and this looks like the best part of the beach anyway."
As I remember it, we moved well away from the sea-grape to about halfway down this stretch of beach before putting down our towels. Taking off my top and shorts I felt the warmth of the early sun on my bikini clad body. Kate and Mary did the same, except Mary didn't stop there. She reached behind her and undid her bikini top and dropped it on her towel. She didn't make a show of it; just did it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I think Kate was as surprised as I was but neither of us said anything as Mary took out her sunscreen, and began applying it to her arms, breasts, and stomach before bending to do her legs. I remember realizing that her tits already had a light tan, maybe she'd been to a tanning parlour. Not me, I'd always heard those places could be dangerous.
I couldn't stop watching. I mean I'm not a 'les' or anything but she looked so beautiful, and she had breasts to die for. I'd guess a 36 C, full and rounded, but standing firm without the support of a bra. I was quite envious. I mean I liked my body, I was tall and slim, five foot ten but my bra size of 34 A hadn't really changed since I was sixteen. My breasts were round and firm but not full like hers. At school I had often been called 'beanpole' or worse. Now people, my friends at least, were saying I looked more like a fashion model.
"Jealous?" asked Kate, "I am."
"A little," I said, "You have nothing to worry about."
Kate's breasts were bigger and really filled her bikini top and without underwired support they drooped a little. Like me she had applied sunscreen before we left the room. So had Mary, but not on her breasts. I think she reapplied everywhere not to make it too obvious.
"You're the one with the figure of a model," Kate replied. That was certainly better than 'beanpole'.
We each chose a lounger. I remember pulling mine into the shade of the umbrella as I wanted a tan but not a burn. Although my hair is naturally a really dark brown, my skin is pale, and I burn easily. Some time later I was deep in my book when I sensed movement in front of me. Looking up I saw a couple walking in front of us. She gave a little wave and he said, "Hi!" as they continued another twenty feet or so. I couldn't help watching as they spread a beach sheet beside one of the umbrellas and put down their bags.
Straight away she pulled her sundress over her head and slid her bikini bottoms down her legs, and there she was, stark naked. Obviously not for the first time, as I noticed she had a nice all over tan and no tan lines; perhaps her bum area was a little paler but not much. Despite my sunglasses it was pretty obvious I was looking, and I tore my eyes away and back to my book. I rolled on my side in that direction with the book in front of me, as the guy unbuttoned his shirt and folded it neatly on the nearby lounger. I guessed they were about ten years older than us, or just into their thirties.
He applied sunscreen to her back and gave her the tube as he unbuckled his belt and slid off his shorts, no speedo, no nothing. Well, I shouldn't say nothing; I mean he was obviously a man with the usual body parts, although I had zero experience of seeing such things in the flesh so to speak. Something inside me gave a little twitch as he began applying sunscreen to himself. As the pair of them stood there helping each other with the hard-to-reach parts, I realized Mary and Kate's gazes were as fixed as mine.
The woman whispered something to the man, he looked our way and chuckled. She gave his thing a cheeky little pat before lying down of her front. It hung out a little from his body and I wondered if it were a normal size. I'm not suggesting it was necessarily any bigger than would be normal, just at that time I had no gauge to go by. I guessed it was about four inches, a little chubby but not stiff, not what I'd heard described as a 'hard'. He turned towards us and gave a wave and then sat down beside her and also turned over on to his front. We looked at each other I think we were all bright red with embarrassment but at least Kate and I had our sunglasses on.
"I'm going for a swim," said Mary. She dropped her bikini bottoms and headed naked the short distance to the ocean. I looked at Kate and she looked at me and we stripped off our bikinis, tops and bottoms, and followed Mary into the ocean. I remember how liberating it was to feel the ocean against my naked skin. I hadn't even skinny dipped in a pool up to that time. There was that marvellous feeling of naughtiness about it as well. I remember the pull of the waves against my thatch of pubic hair as I stood up in waist deep water. My nipples were super hard jutting out a full inch or more. Did I mention my nipples are naturally long? They are almost half an inch most of the time but double that when I'm seriously aroused, a source of real embarrassment at that age.
