I was shocked hearing Jane say, "That sounds like fun!"
Her brother and sister-in-law had just invited themselves along on our upcoming holiday to Cozumel. Now don't get me wrong, I get along fine with them but Jane has been accusing Bel of strange behaviour around me for the past couple of years.
First it was kissing me in greeting, and then it was too much touching and finally a suggestive dance in front of me when the family siblings celebrated Christmas together last year. We were playing Wii bowling. When her turn came, she did a little gyration facing me and then again as she bent to bowl. Only the glare from Jane kept me from staring at Bel's inviting ass just a foot away from my face.
I remembered thinking how funny attraction was. She was average height with a fair figure with an exceptional ass. She was pretty but not drop- dead gorgeous. She dressed modestly and for the most part acted the part of a slightly stunned good Catholic girl. From the bits and pieces that I put together from Dan and Jane their love life was on the boring side.
That same night after everyone had gone to bed, I found her in the kitchen with a glass of water when I was making my way back to the bedroom. She was wearing sheer pj bottoms and a camisole. She waved me over and leaned in to whisper causing the top to gape open revealing her 34Bs for my inspection. "Don't wake them up."
She turned and placed the glass into the sink. With the dim light over the counter in front of her, that magnificent ass presented itself for the second time that night. Leaning into her from behind, I breathed, "We better go to bed now."
She turned giving me a kiss on the lips, "Goodnight".
The next day everything was normal. The talk turned to the trip. We agreed to call and rearrange the rental for a three bedroom from the studio condo we had booked. With the final details worked out, we planned to double up for the second week or our month long trip.
Our first week was spent acclimatizing and exploring the island. I snorkelled, we swam and even hit the clubs for a night out on the town. Jane's chronic knees caused her grief but didn't slow down her shopping expeditions. Still, it was the romantic getaway that we needed.
The second week came around all too quickly. Any anticipation that I had felt from the Christmas sleepover had all but disappeared. As a matter of fact, we were both somewhat sorry that we had agreed to their stay so quickly.
As the door to the taxi closed, I was on our patio greeting them. Dan looked exhausted while Bel smiled radiantly soaking in the gorgeous view of the ocean. She flashed a bit of thigh exiting the vehicle but immediately tugged her dress down to cover up. Dan and I exchanged shoulder hugs, while Bel kissed both Jane and I innocently on the cheek. I noted Jane's smile of approval. Once in the condo, they marvelled at the view of looking over our private beach from the terrace off the dining area.
We agreed to make the most of the week by treating ourselves to supper out with light lunches around the ocean during the day. That first day was spent in the sun, reading, catching up on news of the family and generally relaxing. After our ritual siesta, the women decided to explore some shops, which meant that Dan and I were free to hit the sports bar for a bucket of Coronas.
Quickly the talk turned serious.
"Thanks for this Rick."
"What?"
"Everything... The trip, the condo, good company."
I let our clink of bottles be the acknowledgement of what he had said.
"We really need this trip. Things have been....strained. The new job is great but I am so damned tired by the time I get home all I want is peace and quiet. Can you keep something just between us?"
I assured him I could.
"Bel and I haven't been ...you know...close for over three months. At first it was the job and now I'm mostly annoyed all the time. Her yakking, her mother, my shitty job – at times everything just gets on my nerves. Actually she gets on my nerves."
"You're not thinking....?"
"No. We Catholics are in it for life. I just wanted you to know that I hope she has some fun on this trip. I know Jane's not much of a night person and God knows I'm not. So if you're up for it we could both use a break from one another."
"Sure. But we can have some fun together too." We clinked once again just as the women entered the bar.
That night after a supper off the town square we were walking slowly in the direction of the condo listening to the blaring music from Carlos and Charlie's. Brother and sister grimaced at the noise as Bel and I nodded to the hokey disco beat.
"Why don't you three go for a nightcap? I'm beat," said Dan.
"God no!" was Jane's reply. Then she added, "You two go ahead if you want." I looked intently at her for some sign that would tell me that I had better not go off without her. There was none. She took hold of Dan's arm. The decision was made as Bel took mine. We exchanged hugs good-bye and set off in different directions.
Ten minutes later we were standing in the crowded bar waiting for a table while trying to order a drink. The next thing I knew, Bel's head was held back by a server who poured a generous shot of tequila into her mouth. Laughing and sputtering. she made the face only someone who rarely drinks can after a hit of tequila. I grabbed a lemon from the dish in front of her and held it to her lips.
"Suck!"
She did giving me an odd look as the bitterness chased away the Mescal taste. "My hero! You better stick close if drinking is involved."
Chuckling we followed the same server to our little table farthest back from the little square of a dance area by the bar. Once there Bel set down her margarita and took me by the hand pulling me back toward the dance floor. Her aggressiveness was totally out of character.
After half a dozen tunes to gyrate to we decided to take a break. Still standing, gulping down some much needed liquid the opening bars of a slow number started. Our eyes met as she took my offered hand accepting the challenge of moving in a postage stamp space next our table. The college kids beside us hooted applauding the old folks, as our hands moved up and around one another's neck and our bodies pressed together.
Signalling the end of the dance, she broke our embrace.
"Thanks...." She cut me off with a kiss full on the lips that lasted a couple of beats longer than usual.
"Time to go," she announced with the slightest tinge of a blush. She gulped down the remainder of her third drink and moved away from the table swaying in time to the beat of the music. I followed after throwing some pesos on the table and trying to hide the bulge in my pants.
When we got to the street, she glanced down at my crotch, colored slightly and immediately turned away. We made our way across the courtyard to the sidewalk that followed the contour of the bay. It was postcard perfect. The moon shimmered over the water with just a hint of a breeze wafting over us. When she shivered, I moved my hand around her shoulders, hugging her hip into mine.
"I'm not cold."
As I removed my hand at the rebuke, she grabbed at my wrist saying, "No. Don't stop. I just meant it's all too perfect. I really am having a wonderful time."
