All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. Enjoy!
This is a continuation of the adventures of four couples who meet in Belize when each is on vacation and willing to have a week without limitations. Reading the first would help introduce the characters but isn't absolutely necessary.
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We awoke to an overcast and rainy day, not what you expect on your tropical vacation. An afternoon rainstorm perhaps but nothing this early in the morning. We got dressed and debated for a while and I took one of the plastic trash bags from the closet and gave it to Kirsten to hold over her head while we made our way to breakfast. We hadn't seen the other couples but Libby and Marshall were in the dining room when we got there so we sat with them and had another delicious breakfast. They said they thought they'd just hang out in some of the shops, maybe get a massage and decide if they wanted to do anything else. Kirsten said we'd just go back to the bungalow and decide from there.
We sat and watched the rain for a while, and then I had an idea.
"I bet the beach will be deserted so why don't we head out there and take a nice walk."
"It's raining."
"Might be fun. Besides, it's plenty warm so just put on something you don't mind getting wet and we'll just walk."
She shrugged and decided that it might be fun. I threw on a bathing suit and a gray t-shirt I had and I saw she had put on a white sleeveless blouse and some white shorts. We went out the door and along the path to the beach seeing that, sure enough, it was basically deserted. We were already pretty soaked and Kirsten's hair was wet and stringing down over her forehead. There's something strangely sexy about a woman with wet hair. The tide was out so the beach was pretty wide and we walked in the gentle rain, holding hands and just relaxing. I glanced over at Kirsten.
"Didn't want to get your bra wet, huh." I said as she as she looked down.
"Oh lord," she said. "I never thought about that." The wet blouse was clinging to her breasts and with her dark areola clearly visible under the thin white cloth of the blouse and with her nipples punching little bumps there too, she looked delectable. "Too late now," she added. You'll just have to be content with walking along with a little tramp."
Of course I looked a little south of that too and could see that she obviously didn't want to get her panties wet either.
"I'm not even going to look," she said, raising her head defiantly. "It is what it is -- live with it."
"I'm liv'in lady," I said and smiled at her. She squeezed my hand.
"I can see that you're enjoying it too," she laughed, as she had obviously seen the bulge developing in my swimming trunks.
We walked for probably two hours total, just ambling and looking. I was totally fascinated by her tits and muff as I'd never seen them quite this way before. I did notice that the nipples were sticking out a little more, hopefully from the thought of me watching her. We had turned around and were headed back to the bungalow after discussing and debating about what might happen tonight after dinner and what we wanted to happen, and what we'd allow to happen, etc. When Kirsten wasn't drinking and aroused, she was much more demure and blushed much more easily. As we walked around to the front of the bungalow, Alison and Marshall were coming from the main area of the resort with an umbrella. They walked toward us and we greeted each other. I realized quickly that Marshall's eyes were glued to Kirsten, despite the fact that he'd seen her naked previously. Sometimes erotically dressed was even better than naked -- but not too often. Kirsten then noticed it too.
Through her blush she said, "I didn't want to get the underthings wet." And, with Marshall watching her I think those nipples grew a little longer and harder.
We chatted some more and then headed our separate ways. Inside our bungalow Kirsten was quiet for a minute. Then I picked up my camera.
"Let's go back outside for a minute. The way you look right now needs to be preserved."
"On one condition," she answered quickly. "That you drop those trunks and that shirt and I get a picture of you to keep." Then she looked pensive for a minute and walked to the window. "It's nearly stopped raining finally. Did you bring that little tripod you have." The wheels of my mind began to whir. I nodded that I had. "Good. Let's take that and the camera into the jungle, away from things a little and get some good pictures." She licked her lips very sensuously. " But before that, can I see that video again?" she added quietly. "And was that all that you took?"
I showed the video again and went through all the pictures I had snapped. She studied the photos of just the ladies as they were undressing and going skinny dipping.
"Comparing?" I asked.
"Of course. That's what we girls do."
"And?"
"Well, Libby has long legs and big boobs which makes her look good. Alison has the boobs and the cute face but she's a little, ah, pudgy. My boobs are small and my ass is big soooo."
I let her look, then pointed. "See Libby, she has the legs and boobs but she's a little too skinny. Alison is cute with boobs that aren't too bad, but she is a bit pudgy." I pointed again. "With an occasional spare tire when she gets in the right position. I would probably pick Alison over Libby though but you have those perfect perky boobs with those wonderful puffy nipples and a nice firm butt that's so squeezable so I'd pick you over either of them any time."
"How about Rhonda?" she said, lowering her head and looking up at me.
"She is kind of spectacular isn't she. And a guy would feel good walking into a crowded room with her on his arm. She's an interesting diversion but she's not you." She was looking hard into my eyes.
"You're telling the truth, aren't you," and she ran over and planted a very loving kiss on my mouth. And, I was telling the truth.
We waited a while till the rain stopped completely, grabbed the camera and tripod, went down the beach away from everything and slipped into the jungle which was relatively thick and dense away from the enclaves. I took a couple of pictures of her and she of me and we stripped off our clothes and took a few more. Then we set up the tripod and I worked for a minute to try to remember how to use the timer. We set it up and took about 20 pictures that could have been featured on any pornographic web site. It was something we had never done before and the thought of the way we looked and what we were doing was being preserved for us to see later had us both pretty turned on and hot pretty quickly. But, Kirsten cautioned, we should save ourselves because we weren't sure what would be coming tonight. That was an interesting caution coming from her. And she wasn't even drinking yet although, after the pictures, I knew she was pretty aroused. But, this "saving ourselves" was not nearly as much fun as other things could have been.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully and we met the others for dinner, as usual. Another delicious meal and a few glasses of wine and we got up to leave. It had turned into a beautiful evening and darkness was just beginning to take over with a beautiful sunset turning the sky orange. We walked back toward our enclave with, of course, Caleb and Rhonda joining us. Kirsten was, naturally, very right to worry about Rhonda as she was kind of beyond imagination. She had given me a little kiss on the cheek as we left dinner, a far cry from last night. The requisite number of wine bottles accompanied us and once at the hot tub, which seemed to be the center piece of our gathering, we stopped and looked around waiting for someone to suggest something, expecting it to be Caleb. But, this time it was Rhonda who spoke out with her English accent.
"Let's be different tonight." She looked around and everyone was listening, wondering just how different we were going to be, at least per her suggestion. "Caleb and I checked earlier today and there's no one in the fourth bungalow here and it's unlocked. Soooo, all the men will hide their eyes and the women will get together and each of us will go into one of the bungalows. Then, the men will decide and each will choose one of the bungalows and after an hour or so we'll gather at the hot tub for a little naked soaking." She looked around. "Oh," she quickly added, "if mates end up together give a yell and we'll start all over." Mates looked at each other but no one said no, so the men sat on a bench with eyes closed and waited. The women got together and we could hear them debating and then heard them shuffling off. We waited a few minutes, then began discussing how to decide what bungalow to take. Marshall picked up four little sticks about the same length and then broke one of them in half.
"Okay, guys, this time the short stick gets their choice." He held them tightly and each of us selected one. Rich got the short one, pointed at a bungalow and took off. Next short stick was Caleb and then he was gone with just Marshall and I left. I picked and he had the short one so he pointed and I headed for the only one not selected. I was curious as hell as to who I would find on the other side of the door there. Could it be Rhonda again? I actually had two condoms in my pocket just in case. I knocked and a voice I recognized as Alison's told me to come in.
"Hi," she said a little nervously as I came in.
"Hi," I replied and smiled as warmly as I could. I was kind of wondering what would happen here as well. "Nervous?" I asked.
"Very," she admitted with a little trembling laugh.
"What are you expecting?" I asked very forthrightly. She looked at me intently without answering.
"I don't know," she finally answered. "Rich and I talked about it today but we didn't know what to expect so we didn't know what to prepare for." She looked at me with those very appealing brown eyes.
"Well, what if I tell you that you're in charge. We'll do whatever you want to do."
