Rachel's Trip to Jamaica

The sun pouring in her bedroom window woke Rachel. She lay still for a moment, ascertaining how she was feeling. She fully expected there to be some discomfort from the alcohol and pot she had consumed the previous evening. But surprisingly, she felt great, better than she had felt in months.

She leapt out of bed when she saw it was 7:20, realising she was starving. She moved to the shower, wanting to get to breakfast before the place filled up. The clothes she'd worn were on the chair by her bed, and knowing she would never wear the outfit again when she returned home, she determined to return it.

In the bathroom, however, she saw the crotchless panty set hung over the shower curtain. Just the sight of it made her wet. She wanted to keep those and had a wicked thought: she would wear them to church when she got home.

As she bent to wash her legs, she noticed the tattoo. She'd forgotten all about it and fleetingly wondered if she should cover it. No, Damed, if she would, it was a pleasant reminder that she had let her hair down and lived.

When she left her room, she saw Marty reading outside his unit. He called out, "I've been waiting for you. Can I come have breakfast with you?"

Rachel snapped out, "Okay," but she didn't show any encouragement. She was not that enthused about how he had acted the day before.

"What about Stephanie? Don't you want to wait for her?" She pointedly asked.

"No, last I looked, she was still out to the world. I'll leave her be; the boys have a busy day planned for her. So she'll need her beauty sleep," He said sarcastically.

They collected their food and chose a table by the window. And Marty launched into his reason for wanting to sit with her.

"I saw you on the dunes when your boyfriend came and talked to the boys. I wanted to know how much you saw," and when he saw the look she gave him, "Look, I know I reacted like an arsehole, but I want to apologise for that also. But what she had done was a huge shock to me. I think some husbands might have reacted even worse."

Rachel eased back in her chair and admitted she was shocked as well, "Your wife treated me like some slut, just because I'd been to that beach. And yet there she was, turning up and paying for sex."

"I think that act was for me to put me off the scent. Will you tell me what you saw?

When we got back to our room last night, she tried to tell me she never paid Frank and that he seduced her."

"Ha! That is bullshit. I was in the bar when you two arrived at the beach. And Arley and I escaped via the back door and went down to the video van where we watched everything."

Rachel then proceeded to tell Marty all she'd seen, from Stephanie asking the room boy where and how much they cost to her tipping Horse an extra $50 when he threatened to leave because of her attitude.

Marty laughed at that. Yes, Frank seems to have her number. I don't think any man has ever stood up to her before. I certainly haven't, but that will all change from now on.

"How on earth did you wind up married to her, and why do you stay?"

"She hasn't always been such a stuck-up bitch. It's just the last few years that she has gone of sex. Well, if I'm honest, she never wanted to do half the stuff I wanted. But that is pretty much the same for all my mates."

"Where did you meet?" Rachael asked.

"I manage a media company. We met when she was only eighteen and doing some modelling and promotion work for us at a show. It was love at first sight, and her lack of interest in sex didn't bother me much in those days. I was more interested in my job and having a beautiful woman on my arm."

"I don't hate her. She can sometimes be difficult to live with, but we have three wonderful children. We have a circle of friends to whom our lives are closely tied. There are dozens of other reasons I stay."

Rachel was not surprised that Stephanie had been a model and aspired to be an actress. At thirty-eight, she was still a fine-looking woman, and her figure was good, especially considering she had three children. Rachel hoped that when she reached that age, she would be in as good a shape.

"Are you going to let her see Horse again?"

"Yes, he's picking us up at Midday. Cassius is working somewhere today, so Frank is bringing two of his mates and taking us to a secret waterhole with a waterfall. He says few locals know about it, so no one should be there. I've booked the video guy to come with us."

"I hear that is expensive?"

"They may think so, but the company I work for produces advertisements primarily. And what he is asking for the day is a pittance. Hell! Stephanie is in Real Estate, and just one sale has paid for our holiday. So money is not an issue."

"How did you meet Michael?"

Looking puzzled, Marty asked, "Who's Michael?"

"The video guy, his name is Michael. He was in the van filming while I was watching you guys."

"Oh! I didn't know his name. He came to the beach after you left and offered to film us. I moved aside and let him film Cassius and Frank doing her. I'm getting the tapes from him today, and we will set up some more scenes at the waterhole. I don't like the thought of blackmail, but they will be bloody useful should Steph try and revert to her old ways."

One of the staff members came over to the table and interrupted, "Miss Rachel, there is a caller on the phone."

Rachel twisted on her seat and went to stand.

"They are just asking if they can meet you out front at 9:00 instead of 10:00. You don't need to get up. I can give them your reply."

Rachel told him that would be alright, and the waiter moved away. As she placed her legs back under the table, she saw that Marty was studying her legs.

"What is that tattoo on your ankle? It wasn't there yesterday."

"I got it last night. It's to be a reminder of my time here."

"Dam girl! Do you know what it means?"

Rachel felt a cold, ominous chill. She wondered if Eldon had any malicious intent in giving it to her, so she quickly made up a story in her head.

"I picked it out. I liked it, and I had the Elizabeth Regina initials underneath to remind me of my time in England. Why? What do you think it is?"

"Well, in certain bars where mostly coloured guys hang out, it means you have a sexual preference for black men. And in some situations, it can even mean you are available to any black man in the room."

The tattoo making her so vulnerable should have shocked her, but instead, a ripple of excitement ran through her.

"I doubt anyone I know would know that meaning. I picked it because, on rainy days in London, we played a card game called Hunt the Bitch. I think its proper name is 'Hearts', but we never called it that. I heard the boys call it 'Hunt the Cunt' once.... Oh, goodness, I've never said that out loud before, but it always turns me on when I think about it. So that's what I picked."

"What are you doing today?"

"Arley is taking me around some places most tourists don't see. And I might add, I have not paid him a penny. He has just been a good friend to me."

"Maybe he will bring you to our waterhole. That would be a real plus for me and the boys," he said, giving her a predatory look.

"You can get that thought out of your mind. That will never happen. I'm nothing like your wife." And she stood and made to leave.

Marty fired a final question at her, "Where did you get the tattoo done? I'm going to get one done on Stephanie's ankle today.

"Ask Horse about it. I'm sure he'll know a place. But if it means what you say. Aren't you worried about her getting into trouble?"

Marty let out a chuckle, "I'm counting on it. My production studios are in a seedier part of town, a long way from where we live. And I know a bar nearby where only people of colour drink. So I will be taking her there as soon we get home. Well, as soon as I can make up a reason to get her to visit me at the office."

"That's not very nice."

"Probably not, but did you not watch her yesterday? She went off harder than I have ever seen. She'll love the bar. Oh, sure, she'll object, but once she has a big black cock in her, she'll thank me. The bonus for me is the sex at home. You should have heard her go off last night. It was our best sex ever, and how she orgasmed makes me question whether she has ever climaxed before when we have had sex."

Rachel walked back to her room, feeling uneasy about her conversation and Marty's thought that he had a chance with her. Lord, the guy was over fifty - yuck. It was just as well that this was her last day; she had certainly let her standards slip.

Remembering that Arley said he'd take her to another beach, she picked up two beach towels as she walked past the pool. Then, she hurried back to her room, packed and headed to the reception, where Arley was already waiting.

He led her to Naila's car and explained that he had borrowed it for the day. Once they were underway, she asked him where he was taking her.

"First, I must go to the boutique; Naila wants a meeting. Then I'll pick up Tarone and take you to a private beach."

He looked at Rachel and saw she was looking at him apprehensively.

"What? Do you not want to go to the beach?"

"You'll think I'm a cheap slut if I sleep with you both again. You don't understand, I'm not like that. I've only slept with one guy before you. So I'm feeling guilty about how I have behaved in the last two days."

"I don't think of you as a cheap slut....an expensive one maybe, but not cheap," and he laughed to show her he was joking."

"Look, I have been working for Aden for almost four years now, and at an average of around one ride per week, I'll let you work out how many ladies I have been with. They have all been different. However, there are also some common traits between them. They are almost all widows who have lost their husbands early and have been on their own for several years. And the most common thing they all tell me is that they wish they had not spent their lives conforming to others' expectations. Some are very blunt about the fact they wish they had been with more men and had lived out all their fantasies whilst they were still young enough to truly enjoy them. So I think you are beautiful and should do everything you want to. You can act as the perfect woman when you find a guy and settle down. Until then, no one knows what you have done except for us guys, and we never talk."

Rachel shrugged her shoulders in acceptance and asked if he would show her different positions. Then quietly, almost to herself, "Naughty stuff, things you have learnt in your job."

"The first thing you should learn is how to give a blow job; all guys like that, and many women like giving them even more than having sex. We are still fifteen minutes from Naila's if you want to try it."

Blushing at how forward she had been, she unzipped his shorts.

"Your Bob Marley mate is the only one I have ever done this to, so tell me if I'm doing it right," said Rachael, and she lowered her head to take his limp member in her mouth. It quickly hardened, hit the back of her throat and made her gag.

"Ooooh Fuck. That is nice," moaned Arley, "You are doing just fine. I might drive off the road if you keep that  up."

He had quickly grown too big for her to accommodate, so the two-thirds she couldn't fit in her mouth, she wrapped her hand around and jerked like a porn movie she had watched back in London. She sucked on the knob and felt the ridges and glans with her tongue.

She jerked upright as she felt him driving off the road. But seeing he was pulling into a lay-by, she bent and sucked the magnificent engorged rod back into her mouth.

"I'm going to cum if you keep that up, and I'm not joking about going off the road and having an accident."

She lowered her mouth over it again and sucked and stroked until she felt it stiffen. She went to pull away, scared of it coming into her mouth. But Arley grabbed her hair and held her from pulling back as he ejaculated. Rachael had no choice but to swallow and was pleasantly surprised that the taste was not unpleasant.

She stayed still, feeling him soften, then jerked upright when she sensed a shadow walk past the car. She saw several people walking along the road, none of them seemingly taking any notice of them, but she slunk down on the seat, self-conscious about what she had just done.

"Fuck that was good. Are you sure you have only had one boyfriend? He was a lucky bastard if he got blowjobs like that."

"I never did that with him!" Exclaimed Rachel.

"I'd like you to teach me some new things today. I may never get the chance again."

"Well, that was your first lesson. It's good to get a guy off before he makes love to you. Girls need much more time than men, and guys often can't last long enough to satisfy them. So making your boyfriend cum, means that he can hold out for much longer when he loves you."

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When they arrived at the boutique, Rachael took the schoolgirl's outfit from her bag and carried it into the shop. Naila directed Arley to wait for her out back as she needed to talk to him. Then she introduced her to Chandice and explained, "Aden and I are throwing a party tonight. Chandice will help you find something to wear, and it is on the house."

She saw Rachael about to protest, held up her hand, and said, "There will be no argument. You are to take it as payment for getting the tape back, amongst everything else you did for us last night. The party is for our bank manager, but to me, the night will be for you."

The first dress Chandice tried to get her to put on was a little black number containing less material than one of her short nighties.

"I can't wear that. I'd be hanging out all over."

Chandice replied that with such beautiful breasts, she should wear something that showed them off. But the number she finally settled on was a red Strapless, High-Waisted Evening Dress.

Chandice folded it carefully and packed it into a paper carry bag. Rachael noticed she placed a red bra and panty set in the bag. When she protested, Chandice waved her to be silent, "Naila said you were to wear these with the dress. Lastly, they found some red, low, healed sandals that fit her, and she sat by the counter waiting for Arley.

When he finally approached, his excited, happy face told her he had accepted Naila's proposal. He took her arm and walked her back to his car. Once seated, he turned to her, "I've had some good news."

Rachel replied that she knew what was happening but had no details.

"Well, Aden is going to sell me the beachside bar, and I'm going to run the Beachboy business for an investor."

"Do you have the money to buy the bar?" Rachel asked.

"I've saved a lot in the last four years, but Aden is leaving some money in, which I should be able to pay back in less than a year. Let's go to the beach and celebrate."

Arley turned to Rachel, "Do you want me to go pick up Tarone?"

Rachel replied with a quiet 'yes'.

"Are you sure? You don't sound very positive."

"I'm embarrassed. But yes, I want both of you again."

Arley didn't comment; he just slipped the car into gear, and they headed East out of the city. After 5 minutes, Arley pulled up outside a dilapidated block of buildings and tooted his horn. Tarone stepped out of a doorway with a duffle bag over his shoulder and climbed in the rear.

On the outskirts of Kingston, she saw a sign for Morant Bay, indicating that it was one hour away. She'd seen the sign before, as the Resort was on the same road.

"Is that where we are going?" She asked.

"No, we're going to a lovely private spot about fifteen minutes before Morant Bay."

Arley put his hand on her leg and squeezed, "Remember what I told you about getting your boyfriend prepared, so the loving is good?"

Rachael nodded at him.

He smiled and quietly said, "Be a good girl, hop over the back, and sort Tarone out."

Rachael hesitated. She would never dare to be so forward. Then when Arley slipped his hand between her legs and squeezed her sex, she whispered under her breath, What the fuck. And moved to climb between the seats. But Arley stopped her. His fingers had slipped through the opening in her panties, and he flicked her beach dress up to have a look.

"Oh shit, Tarone. She is wearing crotchless frillies."

Tarone was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when she clambered into the back. He quickly lifted his hips and slid his shorts to his ankles as Rachael reached for him. She was pleased to see he wasn't hard, wanting to feel him harden in her mouth. Taking him in her mouth, she almost managed the entire shaft. However, within seconds, it was swelling, and she had to pull back before she choked.

"Jeez, girl, you're keen today; let me get more comfortable."

He manoeuvred himself around so he could lean against the side door. Then, he reached over and slid his hand down her back, over her bum and between her legs, searching out the crotchless briefs Arley had warned him about. A huge smile covered his face as he found the split, parted it and sank two fingers into her wet, gaping gash.

For the next fifteen minutes, there was only the slippery sounds of wet pussy being fingered and muffled groans and gasps from Rachael as she worked on his shaft.

When she began to show signs of nearing her climax, she lifted her head and told him she liked sucking cock.

"Well, you fucking good at it, girl. Do you want me to pull out? I'm close to coming?"

She shook her head to let him know she didn't want him to and bobbed faster. His first ejaculation was so strong it caused her to gag, and she jerked away. The second spurt hit her tongue and lips, and some went into her eye. She pulled away and watched the final spurt dribble down onto her hand.

Rachel sat up, more than pleased with her efforts. Tarone leaned forward, lifted her as if she weighed no more than a bag of flour, and sat her back against the right side door.

"Arley, pull up the seat slider," he called out.

And when Arley complied, he pushed the passenger seat forward and dropped to his knees in the seat well. Then, gripping Rachel's knees, he lifted them to her chest and lowered his mouth to her exposed pink gash.

"I'll happily repay the favour after such an expert effort," said Tarone as he began to slurp and suck on her.

She noticed Arley adjusting the rearview mirror so he could watch. Her response to being so exposed was to turn crimson, and a flood of heat enveloped her body.

She closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of Tarone's tongue snaking its way amongst her tender folds. Soon, she felt an orgasm building and opened her eyes to see if Arley was watching. She wanted him to watch her come. But looking up, she saw the startled face of an old Jamaican sitting in the passenger seat of a passing truck.

Being caught in such an exposed situation made her panic, and she flung her hands up to cover her breasts. But the thrill of exposure brought on her climax, and she just lay there pulling and pinching on her hard nipples as she writhed around in ecstasy.

The old passenger's mouth fell open, and he gave her the thumbs up as Arley accelerated away. The bugger must have slowed on purpose to let the truck pull alongside them.

Minutes later, they pulled off the road onto a sandy track that led down to a secluded beach. Rachel was still breathing deeply from her exertions.

Arley opened the boot and pulled out a bag with the food and drink. He also picked out two short bamboo poles with what looked like lamps on top. He saw her quizzical look and explained, "We'll set up under the tree there for shade, but the mozzies are bad here, so this lets out a smoke that keeps them away.

She stood excitedly by the car as the two huge Jamaicans set up the picnic blanket and set out the towels, containers and water bottles.