After a fitful nap, I woke up and noticed the time. It was 7:15! My tummy was rumbling, and Daddy was snoozing away. I nudged him a little, and he begrudgingly woke up.
I grabbed my luggage and headed to the bathroom to start getting ready for dinner. No time to shower and re-do my hair, so I pulled it up into a ponytail and did a quick braid. That'd have to do.
From my small suitcase, I selected a red dress that fell just above the knee. But, with Daddy's hurried packing job, the strapless bra I normally wore with it was still at home... let's face it, men usually don't know much when it comes to bras paired with outfits... so I'd have to go without. Didn't want to show off bra straps with the spaghetti straps on the dress!
I figured I could get away with wearing the red lipstick I almost never wore. Why not? Red heels to compliment the ensemble.
Upon coming out of the bathroom, I noticed Daddy was already dressed and ready to go in his "resort wear": khaki pants, a Hawaiian shirt and leather flip-flops. Even casual, he was quite handsome!
He smiled at me and said he'd made a fast call to The Copa, the main dining room, for reservations. Turns out, they were booked until 10pm, so we'd have to go another night. Instead, we were going to The Beachside Breeze.
I took Daddy by the arm and we marched down the winding lane from our bungalow to one of the standard shuttle areas. With a property so large, it helped to have a shuttle service available in common areas.
As we awaited the shuttle, I glanced around at a few of our fellow vacationers.
There was an older couple... very elegant looking. I presume they were rich, because they were both wearing lots of gold jewelry: the lady had gold rings on almost every finger, and several gold bracelets, a gold watch and golden earrings. Her dress was a beautiful jade color, and it plunged low, showing off her ample cleavage, which was much more firm than the rest of her. Boob job, for sure. The bumps on the fabric covering her bosom also betrayed another detail: pierced nipples!! She was obviously wearing rings with a capture bead, because it looked like she had two nipples per breast. She looked at me and elbowed her husband, and they both smiled at me. I smiled back and gave a head nod. He had a definite Italian look of a man in his upper 50's: silver and black hair slicked back, big side burns, and even though the sun was setting, he was still wearing sunglasses. He too had a few golden rings on his fingers and even a few gold bracelets and chains, with a gold watch that was big and bulky. A few tufts of white chest hair stuck out from under his bowler shirt.
Another couple at the shuttle stop was younger... probably in their mid-20's. She was athletically built and gorgeous, perhaps with some Asian in her lineage. Her dress was made of a sparkling black and silver fabric that appeared to be delicate, if not outright breezy. It had a halter top tied behind her neck and though it covered most of her front, it dropped precipitously all the way down her back; and I mean, ALL the way down her back. She wasn't wearing a bra, and because I could see the smallest inch of the top of her butt crack, it was obvious she wasn't wearing panties either. The dress had long cuts up both sides and showed a LOT of thigh, which was lovely, because she was in fabulous shape and her long legs terminated in a pair of strappy heels that laced up her graceful calves. One one of her legs, an intricate dragon tattoo started somewhere high on her leg, perhaps on her hip, and rode the length of her thigh to just past her knee on the outside. The man she was with was an imposing figure... he must have been 6'5" tall! He was a handsome black man, bald headed, wearing a tuxedo, but without the shirt... just the jacket, pants and shoes. From under the jacket, was a gold chain, but, not like a necklace... it seemed to be attached between his nipples. I surmised as much, since he was also wearing a collar with a lead that was held by the woman he was with. I think they were a Domme/sub couple, but, Daddy always taught me never to assume, so, I'm not for sure. Maybe I'd see them again during the vacation and learn more.
The final couple waiting for the shuttle was a pair of women. They were in their mid-40's, and it was obvious they were having a great time together, cracking jokes between them. I'm thinking they had pre-gamed a bit and taken advantage of the bar in their bungalow. They were dressed "resort casual" for sure: matching Hawaiian shirts, cargo shorts and sandals. Lots of earrings in their ears. Short-cropped haircuts. Each of them was holding a drink in their hand, and their other hands were clasped in each others. Lesbians. I smiled, and reveled in two women who were able to be out and be themselves.
When the shuttle arrived, we all boarded, and it drove us through the property. The older couple and the Asian/Black couple both hopped off at the main shuttle stop. They both seemed to be headed for The Copa, and it only spurred my interest further in having dinner there. It definitely seemed like a more "dressed up" place to have dinner. The lesbian couple rode onward with us, and it became apparent we were all going to the same place: The Beachside Breeze. Daddy and I talked to them a little bit as we were swiftly moved down towards the beach. Susan and Jeanne were from Arizona and had been together for 25 years, since their college days. They suggested the Conch salad at The Beachside Breeze and said that if Mario is bartending, his "Mario's Mango Madness" is THE drink to get. I smiled, as I must have looked older than my age, if these women were suggesting that I try a cocktail! Woot-woooot!
Daddy put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze, "You'll have to try one of those, pumpkin!" I smiled up at him. Permission given! Challenge accepted! (hee-hee!)
The Beachside Breeze is an open-air bar and restaurant, with about 60 tables upon a cursory glance. The middle of the room is a huge bar, with a tall fish tank in the middle that reaches the top of the upswinging thatched roof and bottles of all shapes and sizes surrounding it. All of the bartenders seem to be Jamaican men, with gorgeous dark skin and gleaming white teeth. They don't wear shirts, but simply wear bright colored board shorts. I, for one, am not complaining. Most of them are extremely muscular, and if I were alone, I think I could spend my time sitting at the bar, counting their abs and trying to figure out who has the best looking pectoral muscles.
A thatched roof covers a majority of the restaurant, but there is a patio that wraps around 3 sides, with the fourth side dominated by a dance floor and a band stage on the corner. There were a few vacationers out on the floor dancing... some were good, some were just doing the "stand and sorta shake your hips" dance move, but everyone seemed to be in great spirits, and the music was fabulous. We let the lesbian couple go ahead of us, but they meandered over to the bar, so Daddy checked us in with the host stand and we were led to our table by a beautiful young Jamaican girl wearing a gauze, see-through sarong. She was shapely and the fabric hugged every curve of her body. I'm pretty sure Daddy simply followed her ass, because, to be honest, that's what I did, as she led us to the table. We both might have been hypnotized... and better for it.
Our table was under the thatched roof, but we were on the ocean side, and I could see the beautiful waters of the Caribbean and hear the crashing of the waves. It was magic to my ears! For a girl who's only been to the beach a few times in her life, I certainly feel a strong connection to it. If I had my way, I think I'd live at the beach forever. Maybe I can make that happen, someday. I said as much to Daddy as we perused the menu, and he smiled and said, "You're a natural for the beach, sweetheart. Perhaps you're part mermaid!"
A moment later, our server, Marcus, arrived. He was Jamaican (no surprise) with a huge smile (again, no surprise... these people are so happy! I love it!). He had a thick accent, but spoke English well and he led us through the menu. I asked if Mario was bartending tonight, and he replied, "Why yes, Miss Strekal... are you wanting one of his Mango Madnesses?" I nodded in the affirmative and he joked, "Well, we'll be seeing you on the dance floor in no time, then... his drinks always make the girls wanna dance." as he gave my Dad a wink.
Marcus returned with our drinks: Mario's Mango Madness for me and a Red Stripe beer for Daddy; it's apparently the Budweiser of Jamaica. And Daddy does love his beers from around the world! I ordered the Conch salad, on the suggestion of Susan and Jeanne and Daddy ordered a surf and turf, taking advantage of the local seafood and a great steak at a greater price, to put it in his words. The ladies were correct- the Mango Madness tasted delicious! You could hardly taste the rum and the mango was the perfect pairing! Jamaicans sure know how to make a great rum drink.
Daddy and I watched the people dancing on the floor and talked about specific couples. He asked how I was enjoying my vacation so far. So much had happened, and it was only the first day. I loved it, and I thanked him again for bringing me to Jamaica. We talked about some of the different amenities that he had learned of on the website... snorkeling, zip lines, paddleboarding, the day spa, outdoor shows, etc. I've never snorkeled before, so the prospect of doing that excited me. Anyone can snorkel, as long as they can swim, and I've always been a really good swimmer. And of course, like any girl in the world, spending some time at the day spa getting a massage would be A-MA-ZING! So, Daddy said he'd book us a "couples massage" and a "hot stone" massage for me later in the week. SO EXCITED!!
Our food arrived with flair. Marcus did a little magic trick that made a salt shaker appear out of thin air and then he set the rim of Daddy's plate on fire, which flared up quickly then fizzled out. "Dinner and a show", he said, with that huge grin as he set down the plate in front of Daddy. We both applauded and were left to enjoy our first meal at the resort. It was so tasty! I tried a bite of Daddy's steak and lobster, and he helped himself to a little of my conch. Not too firm, it melted in my mouth, and the light oregano vinaigrette paired perfectly with it.
