When we had last seen Sean and Paula, they had just finished a unique sexual encounter in a gazebo just off the nude beach. Paula had jacked off a stranger, Charlie, while she fucked Sean. This story starts off slower than I usually like, but if you want accuracy sometimes you have to wait for it.
After rinsing off in the warm Caribbean, we only remained on the beach for another hour or so when Paula was ready to head up to our cottage. By now it was early afternoon and the sun was quite hot. Sunburned buns and boobs would probably not be fun, so I agreed to go.
We showered and dressed, pulling on casual, cool clothes for the afternoon. Just outside the resort was a large outdoor market run by some of the locals. Every booth was filled with tourist-trap junk and the vendors were annoyingly persistent. Paula didn't seem to mind, but I really had no use for the whole scene. She did buy some interesting tropical fruit and some souvenirs. After what seemed like an awful long time, Paula was done shopping and we went back to the cottage.
As we shared the fruit we discussed what our agenda would be for the evening. The resort offered both casual and elegant dining as well as an outdoor bar with dance floor. Paula didn't seem very interested in much of anything, so we ended up just walking around the resort as the sun slowly set, stopping for a burger at the outdoor grill. I kept my eyes open for Charlie but didn't see him. The setting was very romantic, and while we held hands and did share a kiss or two, something seemed to be missing.
That night in bed, our goodnight kiss didn't expand into anything more.
The next day we rose early for a ride into the mountains to see more of the local countryside and people. This day-trip had been planned from the beginning, and we really didn't budget much time that morning for any fooling around before we left. While the country is exquisitely beautiful, the poverty of so many of the people is depressing. Paula dressed very conservatively for the day which was a bummer. I know my wife, and I can tell when something was bothering her. I also know that I have to wait until she is ready to broach the topic before we can talk about it. Bringing it up before she is ready is useless.
That afternoon, as Paula showered I flipped through the TV channels. There were only about two Jamaican channels, but there was HBO and an adult channel that you could order racy movies. I scanned through the selections thinking that maybe we could watch something later that night. Of course looking at the selections got both my pulse and my concern growing. Here we are in a luscious, romantic, tropical resort; we should be fucking like bunnies and we're not.
When I emerged from the shower I took note of what Paula was getting dressed into. More conservative clothes! I didn't know she had even packed this much cloth!
"So, what do you think, maybe the pub and a little dancing tonight?" I gently inquired.
"I don't know, I'm a little tired after all the riding and walking." She replied.
"Well, other than the little tired, do you feel alright? You seem either preoccupied or down or something."
"I'm not sure what to say, or how to say it."
"How about you just dump it all out and we'll sift through it. We're on vacation here and I want to have a good time, not walk on eggs."
"I want to have a good time too and I'm sorry if I'm making everything a drag."
Now we were getting somewhere.
"Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you, did I say or do something?" I urged.
"I just don't know what you expect of me."
"I'm guessing you mean after yesterday afternoon with Charlie."
"Yes. I'm not some kind of a party girl. I can't do that sort of thing."
Obviously her guilt complex had been working overtime.
"I thought we were both OK with that. That was a fun fantasy that we were able to make real." I countered. "Are you having second thoughts about the whole thing?"
"Yes, no, I don't know what I feel. I mean it was sexy and hot, but I don't want you to think of me as a slut."
"I don't think of you as a slut. It was a one-time deal. I didn't plan it, WE didn't plan it, it just kind of happened and it was exciting and it will never happen again. We can remember it or forget it or do the Vegas thing – what happens here stays here. Besides, if you think about it, it was only your hand, it's not like you fucked him"
"So you aren't going to try to hook up with Charlie and Rose?"
"Not if it bothers you I won't."
"I don't know if I could face him, or her."
"Listen, you have to understand that he was almost speechless when he left us. That was probably the most exciting, erotic thing that had ever happened to him. I don't know if he told his wife about it or what her take on it would be, but my feeling is that he was really blown away by it. He seemed like a gentleman, but I don't really know him that well. I think if we saw him or them again that he would be a gentleman, and if he wasn't I'd fucking knock him out, so relax."
"You're probably right, I'm sorry for being a worry-wart. Let's try to have fun."
"Alright! Now you're talking. You can help me have fun by putting on the short denim skirt with either thong undies or no undies!"
I guess she really did want me to have some fun, because she wore a low, scooped neck top with a push-up bra, the skirt and thong. We walked to the pub and Paula seemed like her old self again, smiling and affectionate.
The pub was loud and crowded by the time we got there. The reggae music was bass-heavy and the beat would be easy to move to for dancing later. As usual, I looked around to see if I saw Charlie, but he was nowhere to be found. We drank a couple of Red Stripes at the bar while we waited for our table. Paula's skirt was short to begin with, and she had to be careful about it riding up as she sat on the stool. She looked really good. I haven't really described us too well, so I should say that she looks a lot like the actress Erin Gray from the TV show "Silver Spoons" and I look a bit like Tom Selleck from "Magnum, PI".
After our second beer, the waitress showed us to our table. The food was typical but what was really appealing was the amount of eye-candy around us. It seemed that all the women were wearing seriously short shorts or skirts. Bras were few and far between and sun-kissed skin was on display all quarters. I tried to be discreet, but Paula noticed my wandering eye.
"You are so busted." She teased.
"I'm sorry, it just that it's everywhere, and well, you know we haven't done anything since the other day." I lamely explained.
"Yes, what has it been, 30 hours? You poor, neglected baby!"
"30 hours while on vacation feels like 30 days."
"I have to visit the ladies room, try to keep your eyes in your head." And Paula left the table.
I kept my eyes in my head of course, but I let them wander quite a bit. Still no Charlie around and I was beginning to wonder if they had left the resort. A few moments later I saw Paula walking back to our table. She was looking right at me, and I wondered if she was trying to catch me looking at the other women. She was grinning and something seemed different about her, then it hit me. He boobs were swaying and heaving as she walked and her nipples were quite obvious. Paula had ditched her bra while she was in the ladies room, COOL!
"Do I compare favorably now?" She asked.
"Because I know all about you, there is NEVER any comparison, you always win. If you mean are you now going to attract an awful lot of male attention to your yummy boobs now that you've set them free, the answer is yes."
"I hope I'm not too obvious, I feel a little self-conscious."
"Don't, you look wonderful, and it's not like you are the only one missing her underwear."
"Speaking of." She started.
Paula pulled me to her for a nice, slow wet kiss. As we parted she slipped her left hand to my face, putting two fingers into my mouth. The taste on them was a familiar one, pussy.
"You are so naughty." I scolded.
"I thought that might get your attention."
"Did you manage to lose your little panties too?"
