She was surprised by the darkness. Jen wasn't sure what time it was, but she knew she was wide awake. There was an energy pulsing through her that shoved aside the idea of any more sleep. She listened to Tim's deep breathing. As much as she wanted to, she decided not to wake him.
Sliding gently out of bed, she stepped quietly to the bathroom, grabbing the plastic bag from the shop on the way. It was easier and quieter than rooting around in her suitcase.
5:02 AM. She wasn't sure what time she had gone to sleep, but it made little difference. She was awake. She turned the water on in the shower, relieved herself, then stepped into the warm water. Turning away from the controls, she laid her head back, letting the warmth massage her scalp and flow down her hair. This was a moment she would have a hard time repeating at home. Showers were rushed affairs. Baths were out of the question.
Leaning her head forward, the spray massaged her neck, and she could feel the cascade down her back and curving around her cheeks. She paused long enough to realize that it was making her tingle. Or maybe she was already tingling before she began her shower. She thought of Tim's cock, filling her and pounding some unseen barrier last night. The tingle elevated to a slight buzz.
She slipped a finger between her lips to find that she was getting wet. Or maybe she was still wet from last night. As good as it felt, she decided not to pleasure herself. Maybe the sound of the shower would wake Tim and he could finish where she had just begun. She took her time, lathering her skin, feeling every inch of herself, and even squeezing her stiff nipples as she spent extra time washing her breasts. The same breasts she had now shown to strangers. The same breasts that strangers had fondled. The same breasts that Kate had enjoyed in the hot tub.
The buzz found another level.
Even patting herself dry was arousing. Her skin was more sensitive. Her imagination more vivid. Her heart raced in her chest.
She peered out the bathroom door into the darkness. No movement. The slightest hint of light was peeking around the curtain in front of the patio door. Tim's breathing was unchanged.
She pulled the door closed again and reached for the bag. Two garments were held together by a small strand of plastic that was easily dispatched with her fingernail clipper. The shorts were snug, but they appeared to be designed that way. They were some sort of nylon that was supposed to look like silk. Green. Probably her least favorite color. The crease between her ass cheek and thigh was visible. She liked how they made her feel, both by the way they squeezed her and how they made her ass look.
The matching tanktop was white with a Jamican flag surrounded by the words "Jamican Vibes". It was the ultimate tourist get-up. But unlike a normal tank top, the fit was loose, and the "arm holes" in the top were so large that any movement at all revealed her breasts. It was clearly designed to be worn over something else, but she suspected that the guys at the shop would prefer that she wear it alone. She looked at the tacky outfit again, then looked past it, studying herself in the large mirror. At first glance, she looked a lot like the woman she had seen in the mirror on the airplane a week ago, but something was different. The outfit was an obvious change, but she wondered if she didn't see something in her eyes that wasn't there a few days ago.
"
Not the time for self-reflection
," she thought, amusing herself with the pun. That energy was still pushing her, and she needed to move. No one would be out at this time of the morning, so tacky, revealing, or otherwise, she was going out.
She found the keycard in the semidark room and slipped out the front door.
The smell of the tropics enveloped her as soon as she was outside. Sea air, the sweet smell of flowers, the aroma of someone getting an early start on breakfast. She rounded the building and made her way past "their" small patio. She noticed the chair and remembered the neighbor's wave. She stopped for a moment, looking at the large glass doors and considering the view that others had enjoyed from that very spot earlier in the week. The buzz was back.
She followed the walkway, down the path toward the gentle waves. The sun was rising behind her, dying the cloudless sky over the water with a deep blue luminance. She smiled as she thought about her first trip down this path. The chairs and chaise lounges were all empty now. Soon they would be filled with the semi-naked bodies that had offended her delicate sensibilities only a few days before.
She took a seat nearest the water's edge, letting her toes dangle into the sea as it moved in and out with small, gentle waves. The lapping of the warm water felt sensuous to her, too. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Was it possible that even this feeling on her toes was somehow affecting the vibration between her legs?
A gull's cry to her left drew her attention in that direction. She lowered her eyes back to the beach, landing on the spot where she and Tim had made love.
That
had been an amazing day. Her mind drifted to the fantasy of her audience, stepping toward her, filling her.
She suddenly realized that her hand had slipped between her legs. She squeezed her mons through her tight shorts. The pressure did nothing to settle the vibrations she was feeling there.
Walking, she decided, was the better course of action. The sun was now up, and the ocean reflected its golden tones across the muted blue sky. She wondered if Tim was awake yet. She reached the top of the path, paused, and turned left rather than returning to her room. Soon she was crossing the cool grass. Mickey and Kate's room was up that hill. She looked toward it, wondering who was living behind that fence today. If they only knew what had just happened on that bed and in that hot tub!
Within minutes, she arrived at the other beach. Workers were beginning their day. A young man raked seaweed out of the sand. Another worked with a short, busty girl, arranging lounge chairs.
"Good mornin', Miss Jen." The voice called out from down the shore where three young men were lining up sailboats and paddleboards. "You're out early this mornin'."
The faceless form was walking toward her now. Oh, what was his name?
"It's Daniel, your captain from your sail the odder day."
"Of course, good morning. How are you?" She watched his eyes drop to her chest.
"Much better now, thank you!" His smile was completely disarming. "And where is Mr. Tim?"
"Still asleep, I think. At least he was when I left."
"Like he should be, it's vacation, yeah?" She could feel him devouring her with his eyes, but that smile made it all feel so innocent.
"Well, if you want, I take you out. This is my favorite time for a sail. The water is like glass. So peaceful, you know?"
Her heart skipped.
"Umm. That sounds nice. Let me see if Tim's awake. Maybe a sail before breakfast would be nice." She thought she might have seen a little disappointment in his face, but his smile and his tone never wavered.
"OK. I'll get it everyting ready for you."
Jen walked to the room quickly. Tim was in the bathroom when she stepped inside. The door, of course, was open.
"Where were you?" He asked over his shoulder. "I was about to come looking for you."
"Just on a walk. Brush your teeth and throw on your trunks. We're going sailing."
"Oh, OK," he replied. "I was actually kind of thinking that maybe we could..."
