-Ian meets the Goddess of Mischief leading to another awkward encounter. More to come-
- Got a lot of feedback from Pt 1, complaining how it turned out. Sorry, but that's how life goes sometimes. The story does get much better, but this is not a 'wham bam, thank you mam' sort of series.-
When my older sister Lily announced she was getting married and would be having the ceremony in the Caribbean and dad would not be there, Mom was ecstatic. I hadn't seen mom smile so brightly in a long time.
It was going to be an expensive trip, but mom and I were determined to have a good time. I tapped into what was meant to be my college fund I got as inheritance from my grandparents, but it was worth it just to see mom smile.
Mom and I arrived at the beach hotel a week before the ceremony, giving us time to acclimate to the area, to enjoy ourselves before all of the other guests arrived.
As a bellhop gathered up our bags, I dutifully followed mom across the hotel lobby, gobsmacked by everything around me. There was a live band playing, along with several beauties performing traditional island dances. I simply was amazed by everything. It was like I was in a James Bond movie or an episode of an expensive trend setter drama.
Then I heard an unmistakable laugh.
The laugh hit me like a car, and I spun so fast to see where it came from, I nearly lost my balance. On the veranda beyond, the vision of perfect beauty that I had long fantasized about sat at the bar, animatedly talking to someone.
It was Yvonne, and I swear to god my nose nearly burst out in blood, like I was a cliché in a Japanese cartoon or whatever they call it.
Okay, okay, just so I don't lose you here, flash back time:
Yvonne is Lily's best friend, the prototypical Best Friend Forever, close as sisters when we were younger. Yvonne is the daughter of a Brazilian immigrant and an older now retired airline pilot. Yvonne's mom was MILF material in every best sense of the term. Yvonne's mom had been featured in several Rio de Janeiro Carnivals, a dancer from one of the champion Samba schools. Yvonne's mom was fond of wearing costume's scandalous even by Carnival standards, and if you don't know that that means, you need to search the internet for Rio Carnival right now, find the most gorgeous woman in the skimpiest but most glamorous outfit and that would be Yvonne's mom.
I'll wait.
You're back.
Good.
See what I mean? Yvonne inherited all of her mom's best features; exotic dark skin, just below the shoulder length raven black hair, stunning facial features, big breasts and perfect ass, and oddly enough, her dad's startling sky blue eyes. Born in the United States, Yvonne spoke with a Brazilian accent result of having been raised by her mother, and she could really play up that accent when it amused her to do so. Yvonne's smile, oh my god, her radiant smile could have launched a thousand ships in the days of old! When she smiled, all of the world smiled with her.
In addition to being a stunning beauty, Yvonne had the sexiest feet I had ever seen. It's hard to describe feet as perfect as hers, and that single word describes everything about her. She was perfection personified, the daughter of a goddess, and deserved to be worshipped as one.
Yeah, I was in love with her, as were all the boys in school. Every boy in school wanted her, but she never showed interest, casually parrying the best pick up lines like she was a superhero deflecting bullets. Truth to tell, none of the boys were ever good enough for her.
Before my grandparents passed, Yvonne and Lily liked to lie out in the sun a lot, and since my grandparents home had a private pool, they like to lay out, preferably when no one was home. They thought they couldn't be seen, and for the most part they were right. My room faced away from the pool, towards the street, while across the hall my sister's room overlooked the pool. I learned to pretend to be completely immersed in my game play, headphones on, staring intently at the screen, oblivious to what was going on around me. After a while, I would cautiously sneak into my sister's room, and peek through the curtains to watch them in the pool. Every once in a while, I would get lucky and they would be laying out topless, and on super rare occasions, completely nude. On those days, I would beat off while watching Yvonne, safely hidden behind the curtains in my sister's room. I was careful not to leave any signs of my self pleasure as I wanted to make sure Lily wouldn't tell mom, or worse, the girls would go somewhere else to lay out.
There was a rumor in school that Lily and Yvonne were lesbian lovers, which seemed unlikely as Lily was always flirting with the boys in school, and had a string of boyfriends. Yvonne was always the third wheel to my sister's social life, but never took active interest in boys herself. I was convinced that Yvonne was in love with Lily, and Lily didn't know it. It was the little things I noticed; when laying out, Yvonne took twice as long to rub lotion on Lily, and so on. All of that may have been completely innocent, but to my young mind, and especially my horny pubescent fantasies, there was a lot more going on between them then simple friends.
When Lily left for college, Yvonne went her own way, and I hadn't seen her since.
Okay, end of flashback.
Yvonne was as beautiful and alluring as ever, even if her breasts were larger than I remember. Shorts for bottoms and a tight bikini top, her fabulous dark skin, slathered in oily sunblock shone brilliantly as if she were coated in the finest of ground up precious gems. Her long dark full hair, now fashioned into tightly braided hair, gave her a more primal, primitive look, as if she were truly a goddess of old. All that leering through a nearly closed curtain in my sister's bedroom never showed me the true scope of her beauty. What I had admired and lusted over from afar, was much more beautiful than heaven itself up close.
Around her, men drooled, some openly staring, others trying their best not to ogle, watched over by angry wives, who in turn shot angry looks at the embodiment of sexiness at the center of their attention.
"Yvonne!" A voice called out.
It was mom who broke the spell that had seized my body.
Yvonne gave a startled look, then upon seeing who called her name, she broke out into the huge smile that I remembered so well.
Forgetting her drink, she dashed across the tile floor, her great pendulous breasts swinging to and fro, threatening to snap the strained straps of the bikini. She gave mom a great hug, nearly bowling her over. "Carina! You made it! You made it!"
Yvonne was the only youth who ever called mom by her given name, something that used to drive mom crazy.
Mom returned the hug just as hard, They traded a quick peck, which riveted the attention of several men nearby. They parted, and Yvonne's eyes caught mine.
It took her a moment to register who I am.
"Ian?" She said incredulously, looking me up and down. "Oh my god! Look at you! You've grown! So big and tall! Come here, and give me a hug!"
So saying, she gathered me into her grasp, pulling me into her ample breasts, and it was heaven! Surprised, I inhaled sharply. Her scent, oh my god, the way she smelled! Coconut oil to be sure, but there was also something musky, earthy. I had never encountered anything so intoxicating! Combined with the confusing firm softness of her breasts, my trouser snake chose that moment to awaken from its slumber like I was thirteen years old again.
I know she felt my burgeoning hardness pressing against her, but she did not release me right away, holding me tightly for a few moments before leaning back, still holding me firmly in her hug. She glanced down, then to our surroundings, and without saying anything, she gave me her patented ship launching smile.
Then, adding to my surprise and confusion, she pulled me close again, and she kissed me, yes kissed me. And not just a friendly cheek peck either. Her lips covered mine in a sloppy drunken kiss that lingered far too long.
I was so shocked, I didn't know how to respond, standing there like a complete idiot while she raped my mouth with her lips and tongue.
"Ahem." Mom cleared her throat.
"We have so much catching up to do!" Yvonne said excitedly, releasing me, and I staggered and gasped for breath. She discarded me like a chewed up lollipop stick and spun back to mom. "Come on, let's get a drink!"
"Not yet, we have to check in first." Mom replied, looked at me, and laughed. "Wipe your face. You got lipstick all over your face."
Yvonne laughed. "You weren't supposed to tell him!"
When mom made the reservation, she booked a room with two beds, but all they had available was a single queen. There was a convention of some sort going on for several more days, and the hotel was overbooked. Since the only other hotel was some distance down the road and not rated as highly, and I was tired from the long flight, I opted for the couch and mom could have the bed. The front desk promised to move us into a suite after the convention cleared out, but before the wedding.
After we checked in, freshened up from the long flight, and changed into more comfortable attire, we took up Yvonne's offer for drinks. Mom and Yvonne spoke at length, catching up on everything imaginable. Soon, the main attraction appeared, Lily and her fiance joining us, and everyone celebrated the reunion.
I started to feel somewhat excluded from the conversations as everything revolved around the looming wedding. Growing increasingly bored, I excused myself, and made my way down to the beach.
There were a number of hot women there, mostly laying out, and several playing beach volleyball, and I couldn't help but grin, knowing mom could have wiped the floor with them in her prime. But it was their feet that held my interest. The way they lunged and moved, poetry in motion. Coated in sand, even from this distance I could make out their features and I thought of a dozen fantasies of what I would do.
When the game inevitably finished, the beautiful beach bunnies returned to their group of friends, quickly conversed with the others, and I noted that several men in that group giving me the stink eye. Apparently the way I leered at the women made them uncomfortable.
I sighed, turned away.
Some tourists were getting surfing lessons, courtesy of the hotel. It looked like fun. As the wedding was still several days away, I would appear I would have a lot of time to do whatever I wanted. Maybe I could learn how to surf.
I was headed back to the room when the Lobby Clerk stopped me and handed me a message.
It was from Yvonne, and she wanted to meet me at the VIP hot tub later that evening.
It turned out to be a perfect Caribbean night, the kind of night where wonderful, magical things happen. Brilliantly lit stars splashed across the sky, a waxing moon reflecting off the waves of the ocean below. I had to pause to take in the moment. I felt my heart leap into my throat, wondering what would happen next. In my mind, I was living out a multitude of fantasies, yet I had to ground myself, expect to be disappointed. Still, the fantasies were hard to contain, and as I followed the dimly illuminated trail, I broke out into an impromptu dance. Smiling broadly I made my way down the narrow walkway to the secluded hot tub beneath a gazebo a short distance from the hotel proper but well within it's property. If I could whistle, I would have whistled a happy little tune.
Surrounded by dense vegetation, the hot tub was secluded from casual viewers, but still offered a great view of the ocean. Since this hot tub was meant exclusively for adults, and as it was reserved for wedding party use only tonight and tomorrow, and everybody was too busy drinking at the free bar to bother making use of it, I was hopeful that Yvonne and I would be the only ones there.
I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but held out some hope that this perfect evening would continue.
Not to foreshadow the following events, but whatever I imagined could not compare to what would transpire, and how much it would change my life.
I was surprised to see Yvonne alone in the hot tub. As I stepped up to the hot tub, she smiled and spoke: "No clothes." Yvonne said playing up her Brazilian accent.
"What?" I stopped. I think I was more shocked that she was alone in the hot tub than what she said. She sat up to her neck in the gentle froth, the whir of the pumps quiet and distant, her long braided hair floating on the surface.
"No clothes." Yvonne repeated, hand emerging from the water, motioning to something behind me. "Rules. The sign. No clothes allowed."
"No clothes?" I parroted, looking around. The sign was posted to face outside, so I couldn't read it from where I was at.
In answer to my question, Yvonne rose from her seat. Even in the faint light, I could see her clearly. She was Aphrodite rising naked from the sea, her perfect voluminous breasts emerging from the churning water, glistening as water cascaded from her curves, the reflected moon light behind her giving her dark skin a shiny iridescence.
My jaw dropped.
She was so sexy, far more beautiful than that dim memory that I used to jerk off to.
