“Dat’s good.” The emcee signaled the Hose Man to turn off the water. “Now, ladies, strut yo stuff.”
The women went into action, smoothing down their T-shirts and pressing the wet material, showcasing their breasts. The first contestant had a small chest and didn’t elicit much response from the crowd. The second woman had on a swimsuit underneath her T-shirt, so nothing was exposed. The third contestant had fake boobs that jutted out from underneath her T-shirt like parking cones. The crowd had a mixed response.
“Lade Numbar Tree, step to da side. Da rest of ya can leave da stage,” the emcee said, weeding out the losers. “Now me gonna need da next tree ladies.”
Ayana was in this group. She felt nervous. She had never done anything like this before. She looked out over the crowd, making sure that Brandon was still there, and he was. Showtime, she said to herself. Ayana was going to work her magic and get their romance back on track.
“Hose Mon, wet ’em down,” the emcee announced again.
When the water jetted out, Ayana didn’t flinch. She stood there with her hands on her hips like a gladiator ready for battle. When the stream of water stopped, she pressed down on her T-shirt using her hands like a squeegee and stood with her legs spread apart as the water dripped down her thighs. She rubbed the wet material that covered her breasts, but nothing showed through since she was wearing a bikini top.
People started chanting, “Take it off! Take it off!” as they pumped their fists in the air.
The energy emanating from the crowd spurred her on. Ayana reached underneath her wet shirt, untied her bikini top, took it off and tossed it into the crowd. A woman caught it and started swinging the wet top in the air, slinging drips of water with each turn of her wrist. Ayana was in a zone. She closed her eyes and began slowly and sensuously massaging her breasts, focusing on her engorged nipples. The crowd went wild.
She opened her eyes and looked dead into Brandon’s handsome face. He had moved from the middle of the crowd and was now standing at the front of the stage. Watching him watch her was making Ayana hot with desire. She kneaded her nipples harder and rotated her hips at the same time, exaggerating her moves like a porn star. The crowd roared!
“Now, dat’s what me talkin’ ’bout,” the emcee said.
The other two contestants were up next, but their performances paled in comparison to Ayana’s. When they finished, the emcee told them to step down from the stage, and then he continued. “Lade Numbar Tree, come here.” The contestant from the first round stepped up and stood next to Ayana. “When me put me hand above dey head, me want ya to clap. Da lade wit de most claps wins.”
He placed his hand above the first woman, and she received a fair share of claps. He then put his hand over Ayana’s head and the crowd started clapping, screaming, yelling and stomping their feet. “I tink we got a winner.” He placed a gold tiara on her head. “Congratulations. I crown you Da Queen of Da Wet T-Shirt.” She curtsied, blew a few kisses, picked up her bag and left the stage.
Ayana’s instant fan club encircled her the second she stepped down, some of the men trying to swipe a feel. She maneuvered out of their grasps, looking for Brandon, but she didn’t see him. He was there one second and gone the next.
Damn. Where did he go? Ayana’s heart began to sink. Her raunchy display had been to entice him. Obviously, it hadn’t worked. He had left and now she felt like a fool. She took the crown off, put it in her tote and slunk through the crowd, feeling defeated even though she had won. As she was walking, someone grabbed her arm from behind. Ayana assumed it was another admirer trying to get her attention. She wasn’t in the mood to entertain a stranger. All she wanted to do was go home, get in bed and forget about this night. She’d had enough. If the wet T-shirt contest didn’t get Brandon’s attention, then nothing would. Ayana swung around to tell whoever was tugging at her to get lost. She turned quickly, breaking the hold the person had on her.
“And where are you going, Queen of the Wet T-Shirts?”
It was Brandon.
Chapter 14
Brandon stood in front of Ayana, staring at the wet T-shirt that was now molded around her breasts, accentuating her nipples. He was finding it hard to keep his eyes focused on her face. As he spoke, his eyes kept darting from her eyes to her chest. Her near nakedness had him mesmerized.
“So, where are you off to in such a hurry?” he asked.
Ayana seemed to notice him staring at her body. She arched her back, suggestively poking her boobs farther out.
“I’m going over to the bar to get something to drink,” she replied.
“Mind if I join you?”
“Of course not.”
Ayana led the way. Brandon watched her sway her hips from side to side as she moved. He couldn’t help but stare at her round rear end in the short-shorts. When they reached the grass-hut bar, people were hanging out, drinking and dancing in the sand.
“Are you having a stout?” he asked.
“Yes, and a shot of rum.”
He ordered two shots and two beers. “Here you go,” he said, handing her the drinks.
Ayana wasted no time shooting back the rum and chasing it with the beer.
“You want another round?” Brandon asked, looking amazed at how fast she’d drunk the shot and beer.
“Yes, I’d love another round,” she said, suggestively licking her lips.
He motioned for the bartender and ordered a second round. “Here you go, Queen of the Wet T-Shirts,” he said, handing her the drinks. “Hey, where’s your tiara? You deserved to win and should show it off.”
Ayana dug the crown out of her bag and placed it on her head, cocking it to the side. “Did you enjoy the contest?”
“Yes, I did. You were amazing. The other contestants didn’t stand a chance.”
Ayana blushed. “Thanks.”
He peered at her shirt again. “Looks like you’re drying off.”
“Can’t let that happen.” She bolted back the shot and beer. “Come on—let’s go swimming, so I can get wet again.” She winked, hoping he’d get the double entendre.
Her words didn’t go unnoticed. He smiled, glad that they were on the same page. He didn’t like the way things had ended earlier and was eager to start over. “Wet is always good.” Brandon wasted no time finishing his drink. He tossed their empty bottles in a trash can, grabbed her hand and led the way through the revelers. They trotted along the shore, down the beach and away from the crowd of people. He wanted to be alone with her without prying eyes watching their every move.
Once they reached a secluded area, he stopped and faced her. He took her face in his hands, looked deeply into her eyes, pulled her to him and said, “I’ve always wanted to make love to a queen on a beach.”
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Your wish is my command.”
Brandon stepped closer into her embrace and planted his full lips on hers. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and started rotating his hips, grinding his pelvis into hers, intensifying their connection even more.
His manhood rapidly responded, growing inch by inch. He ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her head closer to his. He abandoned her mouth and tenderly kissed her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. As he covered her face with a series of tender kisses, her crown slipped off.
“Let’s go skinny-dipping,” she whispered in his ear. “You’ve got me on fire.” Ayana peeled off her T-shirt and shorts and tossed them on the sand.
Brandon untied the string to his trunks and let them slip off, exposing his semierect manhood. “See what you do to me?” he said, stroking himself.
She knelt down on the sand, grabbed the backs of his thighs and brought him closer. Ayana took hold of his penis and kissed the head. She alternated between kissing and licking, flicking her tongue, teasing him with each sensuous stroke.
Brandon closed his eyes and enjoyed her oral talents. After a few minutes of pleasure, he bent down and took her by the elbows, bringing
her to her feet. Brandon was on the verge of climaxing but wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to prolong their foreplay for as long as he could. “Come on.”
They raced toward the water, hand in hand, and jumped into the pitch-black ocean, which looked like a Texas oil slick. Ayana splashed the water toward him, creating a rush of waves. Brandon waded in her direction, bobbing and weaving, trying to avoid the onslaught. Once he reached her, he engulfed her in a bear hug and then lifted her high in the air.
Ayana wrapped her legs around his waist, positioning her vagina near his penis. She moved her body rapidly against his, her breasts bouncing up and down with each move.
Brandon took hold of her ass, squeezing her cheeks, bringing her closer. His manhood was like a guiding rod, heading straight to her waiting opening. Entering her sent chills all over his body. His desire for her was stronger than before. He pumped harder and harder, letting the buoyancy of the water aid their synchronized moves. “Oh, baby...you feel like...like...”
“Heaven,” she said, completing his sentence.
They rode the waves, holding on and giving in to each other with everything they had. The moon broke through the clouds and beamed a bright ray down on their naked bodies as they each reached a much-anticipated climax.
“That was too good,” Ayana said, totally spent.
He held her around her waist, steadying her until she found her balance. “It was better than good.”
They held on to each other, ambling arm in arm back to shore, both weak in the knees. Once they reached the cool sand, they collapsed, consumed from their heated passion. The misunderstanding from earlier was now completely washed away.
Chapter 15
The early-morning sky was pink with shades of lavender streaking through low-hanging clouds as the sun slowly made its appearance. Teal-blue water lapped softy at the shore, creating a melodic rhythm. The beach was serene. Gone were the party revelers from the night before. Brandon was the first to stir. He stretched his long limbs before sitting up. Ayana was still asleep, curled up next to him, looking like a big baby in her birthday suit. He stared at her naked body, admiring her beauty. Her skin was as smooth as satin. Her hair, wet from the ocean, had dried, creating a mass of spiral curls cascading around her head. Their spontaneous romp in the ocean had been both exhilarating and exhausting. They had collapsed on the sand and fallen into a deep sleep before either put on clothes. Brandon’s trunks were lying on the sand beside Ayana’s clothes and crown. The mere sight of the crown brought a smile to his face. Remembering how brazen Ayana had been onstage, massaging her breasts and showcasing her assets in the wet T-shirt contest, was getting him excited all over again. He could feel his manhood awakening, rising to attention.
Brandon looked around the beach, checking to see if anyone else was wandering about. The strand was deserted with no one in sight. He lay back down and snuggled up close to Ayana, his penis pressing against her bare backside. Brandon reached around, placed his hands on her breasts and began massaging the soft tissue, rubbing her nipples at the same time until they firmed to his touch. He moved her hair out of the way and started sucking her earlobe and then kissing the side of her neck. She began to stir.
Ayana could feel the touch of Brandon in her sleep and thought she was dreaming, but this dream seemed too real. She opened her eyes and saw his hands on her breasts.
“I see somebody has an insatiable appetite,” she said, slightly turning her head toward him. She looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching them, but no one was within eyesight.
He moved her body closer to his. “You’re right. I just can’t get enough of you.”
With her butt firmly against his crotch, she could feel his thick rod inching between her thighs, making its way to her V-spot, which was getting wetter and wetter by the second. The head of his penis pressed urgently against the lips of her vagina. The feel of him trying to enter her sugar walls made her back arch with desire as they did a sensuous grind, teasing one another with every move.
Brandon turned her over onto her back and moved his body on top of hers, wedging himself between her thighs.
Her toes dug into the sand as she spread her legs apart, allowing him easier access. Ayana wrapped her arms around his back and held on as he made his way into her slippery canal. The sensation of his manhood filling her was exhilarating and sent chills all over her body. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out as she neared orgasm.
He increased his pace, holding on to her, pumping harder and stronger.
As if on cue, the sun broke through the clouds at the precise moment of their dual climax, creating the perfect crescendo to their early-morning loving.
“Now, that was the perfect wake-up call,” Ayana said, sitting up and brushing the sand out of her hair.
“Yes, it was.” Brandon sat up too and looked down the beach. In the distance, he could see someone walking toward them. “We’d better get out of here.” He handed Ayana her clothes. They quickly dressed and made their way back to where the party had been.
“Wait! My crown.” Ayana ran as fast as the sand would allow and picked up the golden symbol of her victory. A victory in more than one way—not only had she won the contest, but she’d also won over Brandon. A broad smile spread across her face as she raced back to him.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m starving!”
“I know a great little café not too far from here that serves the best breakfast.”
“Sounds good.” Ayana wanted to go home first so she could shower and change clothes, but she didn’t want to break the momentum. The morning had started off on a good note and she planned on keeping it that way.
“Do you need to...?” He was going to ask if she had to call home before going out, but he caught himself. Brandon didn’t want to ruin the day like last time, so he kept his mouth shut.
“What did you say?”
“Uh, I was going to ask if you needed to shower before we have breakfast. If so, we can go back to my place if you want.”
“Yes, that sounds good,” she said, brushing sand from her arms.
“I drove if you need a ride,” he offered.
“I drove too. I’ll follow you.”
“Okay.”
Brandon led the way to the parking lot, where only five cars remained. He walked Ayana to her car, then returned to his rented Fiat, got in and drove off. The ride back to the bungalow was short. He bypassed the main house, where Marigold lived, and pulled around back to the bungalow. He got out, went to Ayana’s car, opened the door and helped her out.
Ayana looked around the quiet bungalow. A part of her wondered if Brandon brought other women here. He was such an attractive man who could easily be a player, even though he didn’t seem like the type. She casually scanned the room for any evidence of another woman but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Stop being paranoid. Obviously he’s into you. Ayana didn’t know where these feelings of paranoia were coming from. Probably from the fact that they were bonding really well and she didn’t want someone else infringing on her territory.
“You want to shower together?” she asked, walking up close and rubbing her chest against his. Even though they had just made love on the beach less than thirty minutes ago, she was ready for more. Ayana wanted to make sure she was the only woman he craved.
“Hmm, that’s a brilliant idea.” He lifted her arms over her head and removed her shirt, then leaned down and nibbled on her nipples. “Come on. I’m feeling really dirty,” he said, arching his eyebrows.
Ayana took off her shorts and followed him to the bathroom. The previous time she had been there, she had showered in record time, anxious to go home after their disagreement. This morning was completely different. The last thing she wanted was to make a hasty exit.
Brandon turned on the water and then removed his trunks. He stepped in first, the pulsating water beating down on his back as he helped her in. “Turn around.”
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Ayana moved so that her chest was facing the shower wall. She lifted her arms and put her hands against the pink tiles, slightly spread her legs and waited in heated anticipation for his next move.
Brandon stood and watched as the water dripped down her back and eased between the crack of her butt. “I wish I were that water,” he whispered in her ear.
She turned her head over her shoulder and said, “What do you mean?”
He stared intently at her rear end, admiring the view. “If I were the shower water, I would be dripping all over your body, exploring your hidden treasures.”
“You don’t have to be water to drip all over me and explore my treasures.” She reached for his hand and placed it on her round ass.
Brandon palmed her butt cheeks, caressing them with tenderness. He gently spread them apart, placed his slate-hard cock in between her cheeks and slowly started grinding against her.
Ayana rotated her hips, matching his movements, waiting for him to enter her from behind, but he was taking his time. His slow-motion grind was driving her wild, making her want him badly. She closed her eyes, held on to the shower wall and moaned. “Ohhh...you’re making...me...so hot.”
He kissed the back of her neck. “Why? We’re just taking a shower, that’s all.” Brandon reached for a bottle in the shower caddy, squirted her back with shower gel and rubbed the substance until it began to lather. He lathered her entire body before putting the bottle back. He slipped his hands over her breasts, down her stomach and in between her legs.
She gasped.
Brandon searched for her clit. Once he found the tiny piece of flesh, he began rubbing his thumb against her pleasure point. He continued rubbing and rubbing and rubbing, increasing the pace until she screamed out.
He bent her forward and began entering her from behind. Even though they had made love earlier, she was still tight, making him work for penetration. Once the tip of his penis was inside her, he pumped slowly, inching himself all the way in. “You feel so good,” he said, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her in even closer.
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