During the course of our evening meal, neither of us brought up the invitation for me to be model in the swimwear fashion show. We had been drinking a pleasant champagne all evening and we were both in horny moods. Barry kept teasing me about my nipples poking through the pale apricot colored silk mini dress that I was wearing. It had a central slash from the neck down to the waist at the back and so it couldn't be worn with a bra.
I had teased the guys at the table opposite a few times when I crossed my legs. I knew that they had seen my little white lace thong by the expression on their faces. I pretended that I had no idea that they were looking. I know that it was naughty of me, but I consider it a bit like gentle foreplay before Barry takes over back at the room.
We were on the top of the bed trying to cool off under the ceiling fan. I was still wearing my thong and Barry was about six inches from the front blowing gently through the material. He was lying on the bed between my open thighs. There was a table lamp giving a pleasant light to the room. He began telling me how nice my pussy looked through the material and I began to think about what I had shown earlier.
My eyes were closed, when I felt the material being pulled away from my pussy. Then the gentle touch of his tongue. He teased me for ages, going up one side then the other. He got nearer and nearer to my sensitive clit, then just before he made contact, he broke away for a second to tell me how good I taste.
Barry may not be muscular but he has a very versatile tongue. He continued to tease me and give me pleasure until I could feel the start of my orgasm. He sensed this and concentrated on my clit. Nearer and nearer. My eyes were closed and I was concentrating on all the fun that I had had so far at the resort.
Closer and closer, then suddenly it hit me, my best orgasm for months.
Of course, I wanted more, "Keep doing it, just like that." I ordered.
I was soon on the way again when Barry stopped and said,
"I want you to do the fashion show."
"Yes, yes, just keep doing what you were doing."
His tongue went back to work and I felt a finger slip between my lips and make contact with my g spot. That was it, over the top again. I was sure that we must have been keeping the people in the adjoining rooms awake.
I dragged Barry on top and within a very short time, he had achieved his own orgasm.
The fashion show wasn't mentioned again, until the following morning when the resort photographer came by.
"Well, have you decided yet?"
I hadn't really woke up when Barry told him,
"Yes we discussed it briefly last night; she would love to do it."
If he calls the trick he used on me a discussion, he needs to check a dictionary.
Having said that, I was beginning to think that it might be fun. However, I was definitely going to blame him if anything happened that he didn't like.
The photographer said that we were to be in the Hotel Lobby at 3pm on the Friday afternoon. Just two days to get a better tan and I couldn't have anything to eat that was in any way fattening, my stomach had to be totally flat. I was happy that I had spent a lot of time in the gym before the vacation and was looking my best.
I was informed that I wouldn't have to take anything with me as a make up artist had been employed.
Friday came, and I was really pleased with the way I looked. I had increased my tan and had been to the hairdresser just to lighten and put a bit of body in my long blonde hair. I hadn't put any weight on because I had been swimming and using the resort's running machine.
It was shortly after 4pm that our hotel car entered the gates and began to travel along at the drive of the resort owner's mansion. It was huge, being similar in style to the resort exterior, it would easily have passed as a small hotel. A member of staff was there to greet us.
I could see that there was a lot of preparation going on for the evenings show. I felt slightly cooler, because either we were quite high on the mountain or maybe unusually for me, I was a little nervous. I was beginning to wish that I had worn more than just a tight white running top and hipster denim shorts with my white tennis shoes. I had taken some high white classy shoes to wear with the swimwear and a white silk mini dress to wear if there was an after show party.
We were escorted to an office where we met a very nice middle aged Jamaican lady. She had a contract on her desk and started to talk about copyright of any photo taken and some other things. The payment that we would receive was a two week vacation at any of the owner's resorts. Barry read thru it and I signed it without looking at a single word.
We made our way to the large swimming pool area. From the pool, I could see the wooded mountainside and the distant Sea. I definitely wanted to have a swim in that pool at some time.
There were fifty or more chairs placed, two deep, and either side of a narrow, two feet high, catwalk that ran the full length of the pool. There were loudspeakers all around quietly playing Ella Fitzgerald instead of the usual Bob Marley. There appeared to be about fifteen staff, all smartly dressed in white jackets and black neatly pressed trousers.
"Hello Crystal." A voice boomed from a doorway. "I had hoped that you would be wearing your little competition dress."
Then I saw him. A really tall, slim guy. He appeared to be about fifty years old but he could have been older. He may have been mixed race because his skin was not as dark and his collar length hair was not as curly as the other locals I had seen up to then. He was dressed in a multi colored dressing gown and I saw that his skin shone beneath.
"You are early. I must apologise , I was having a swim before the guests arrived."
He gave Barry's hand a vigorous shake then gave me a hug and kiss on both cheeks.
"Please call me Lucky, my real name is Armstrong but I'm not too keen on it. Everyone calls me Lucky."
He asked Barry his name and took hold of my hand. He began leading me towards the house.
"Barry, be a good man and get Crystal and yourself a drink I will introduce her to Lance our choreographer and Phil the video and photo guy for this evening then I will have to get ready."
Lucky led me into a small changing room where I was presented to two men. Lance was extremely thin, extremely black and without doubt extremely gay. He introduced himself and told me he was from San Fransisco.
I smiled and introduced myself to them both.
Phil, a very expensively dressed, cool looking white guy kissed me on both cheeks and held me for a moment, looking into my eyes as he gave me his name and told me he normally lived and worked in New York.
Phil was obviously very comfortable in the company of females. There was nothing effeminate about him. He was just short of six foot with broad shoulders and dark blonde hair fashioned a bit like John Bon Jovi .
"Let me look at you." Ordered Lance, as he touched me on my right shoulder.
"Yes very nice, slim with nice little erect nipples and a wonderful camel toe. We will be able to use that with our little tight swim shorts."
"I couldn't agree more." Said the thoughtful Phil.
It felt strange, being talked about as if I couldn't hear.
Next, Lance grabbed the top of my denim shorts, the button was undone already because I wear them that way for effect. He dragged the shorts down over my hips pulling the thong beneath with it. He took me totally by surprise.
"Oh that's going to need a trim. Some of that swimwear isn't big enough to cover all that hair."
"Excuse me." I protested. "Would you ask if you want to see my pubes. And in any event I am by no means hairy down there."
"Carla will soon have you sorted out. Brazilian is the order of the day."
"Can I pull my shorts back up now?"
"What about your lips, Can we see them?" Asked Phil.
"Why?" A silly question I know, but I wondered what he would have to say.
"We can have problems with the look of the swimwear if the model isn't smooth down there because the material is so thin."
"Well I'm smooth down there."
Phil began to frown and obviously wasn't happy.
"OK then." I offered, and pulled the shorts down to mid high and said,
"There I told you." Putting my feet as far apart as the shorts would allow and pushing my hips forward.
Phil leaned forward for a closer look, "Yes, very nearly perfect."
"Nearly perfect? What's wrong with it?" I asked.
He placed a finger on each of my lips and said,
"It certainly feels nice and smooth but we'll get Carla to double check.
I couldn't believe that someone I had only just met had seen and was feeling my pussy lips. It was as if it wasn't part of me. Only Barry and Victoria, my beautician, usually have access to my pussy area.
Who was this Carla? I wondered, I didn't have to wait long. I had just replaced my shorts when she walked into the room.
Is everyone on this island six feet tall? I thought to myself. Another tall person introduced herself by giving me a kiss on each cheek. She had the brightest eyes and smoothest black skin that I had ever seen. Her hair was so short it was just about visible.
"I'll be sorting you out and doing your make up. I will make you look even better."
Phil had a quiet word in her ear before she took me by the hand and led me out to the pool area again.
I introduced her to Barry who was deep in conversation with a similar aged local guy behind the bar. Barry smiled and continued talking with the man.
Carla led me off to a room adjacent to a gym. It looked like a changing room but with a physio bed near the middle.
"Take your things off, and lie on the bed."
