Chapter IV: Other Tourists
The next mourning I awoke; joining Honey in saying good bye to Cinnamon; as she left for work. I was looking forward to seeing Cinnamon again.
“I’ll be back after work. I’ll bring my brother,” Cinnamon promised. “I think Honey will like meeting my brother. He is well hung,” Cinnamon confided.
“Is he as big as Lance?” Honey asked.
“Not quite, but he is trained,” Cinnamon replied.
When Cinnamon had left; Honey inquired, “What should we do today?”
“I don't know. What ever it is will go better after a good breakfast,” I replied.
After a quick shower Honey and I headed for the restaurant. Honey wore a pair of white mesh, ass hugging shorts that tied at the hips. Covering her chest was a matching white mesh halter top that was knotted under her breasts. To complete her sexy outfit; Honey wore a pair of white eight centimeter high heeled sandals.
I wore a pair of blue overalls that had been cut down to make them into shorts. I liked wearing these overalls because they had plenty of room in the crotch; for the family jewels. They had buttons at the crotch for easy access.
When we arrived at the restaurant; I immediately noticed a blond couple with there daughter. The couple looked to be in their early thirties and the daughter was probably in her middle teens. The mother and daughter sure looked sexy in there shorts and halter tops. The daughter's outfit was pink, while the mother wore white with gold trim. Both outfits were set off well by their brown tans.
“I wonder who that handsome hunk is sitting over there?” Honey asked.
“I don't know, but the women with him sure are foxes,” I replied.
“All you think of is tits and pussy,” Honey said with a laugh.
“All you want to do is look at dick!” I retorted.
“Since both of us see something we like; I think we should introduce ourselves after we finish breakfast,” Honey suggested.
“Good idea,” I replied.
With that we ordered breakfast and ate. When we were finishing our breakfast I noticed the couple and their daughter getting ready to leave. As they walked by our table Honey and I called a greeting to them.
The group came to a stop near our table; starting a conversation. As soon as they started speaking I knew that they were German. There English was heavily accented, but precise.
“This is Honey. I’m lance,” I introduced.
The man returned the introductions; saying, “This is my wife Kristine and my daughter Kandie. My name is Kurt.”
“Would you like to join us back at our room for drinks; after we are finished here?” Honey invited.
“Yes, we would enjoy that. First we must go to our room and change,” Kurt replied.
With that they left and we finished our breakfast. When we arrived back at our room Honey suggested that we put on our sexiest swim suit. Honey chose a black with gold trim mesh bikini. I wore a matching black and gold mesh thong with a large pouch to hold the equipment.
“I'm going to start mixing up some rum punches for when our company gets here,” I suggested.
Before I had finished mixing the drinks our guests arrived. It looked as if our company had the same idea as us; concerning the wearing of their sexiest swim suits. Each of them was wearing a string Bikini. Kandie the daughter; was wearing a black leather bikini; with fine gold chains holding it together. Kristine wore a pink g string; with a matching pink camisole. Both women wore white high heeled Grecian sandals. Kurt wore a white g string pouch, with red trim. The large bulge in Kurt's g string held a great deal of promise for Honey. I also noticed that Kurt carried what looked like a camera case.
“Hello,” Honey and I chorused.
“Good day to you,” they replied.
“Could I interest you in a drink?” I asked.
“Yes. Thank you,” they all replied in unison.
When we had all gotten our drinks; we settled in chairs around the table. Honey sat beside Kurt. I sat between the two women.
Honey commented, “Kristine; you look to young to have a daughter as old as Kandie.”
Kristine replied, “I was only sixteen when Kandie was born. She is now eighteen.”
“You're just in your prime,” I laughed.
“Thank you,” Kristine replied; giving my thigh an affectionate squeeze.
Kristine did not remove her hand from my thigh. Taking her cue from Kristine; Honey moved her hand to Kurt's thigh; beginning to knead the flesh near his crotch. The pressure of Kristine's hand on my thigh was bringing that familiar feeling back to my crotch.
Standing up Kristine commented, “I want to get some sun.”