by Cox, Anita
“We should all get some sleep,” Janette announced. “Thank you all for a wonderful evening.”
Polite and to the point, Janette told us she was done. Truth was, I needed a shower and sleep.
Grabbing John’s hand, I led him out the door, thanking James and Janette on our way out.
“Take this with you,” she said, handing me a chilled unopened bottle of Cristal and two flutes.
Moans, groans and sounds of pleasure could be heard as we made our way down the hall to the elevator.
“That was crazy. How in the hell did you scoop up two models that quickly?” John asked as we stepped in the elevator.
“Probably because you two are fuckin’ hot,” a drunk lady in the elevator blurted.
“Thanks.” I smiled then eyed John. I didn’t want to talk until we were in the privacy of our own room.
Once at our door, I punched in the pin number. The beauty and grandeur of the room hit me once again.
“I’m torn,” John said, “between taking a quick shower and climbing in bed or filling up the Jacuzzi tub and drinking that expensive ass champagne.” He closed the door behind us.
“It’s only midnight. I’m beat but that has to be drank now or it will not be as good. So, you open that, I’ll start the water.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek before hurrying over to the tub. There were several small bottles of aroma therapy that you could add to the water. I settled on jasmine, pouring in the contents as the hot water rose.
I heard the loud pop behind me of the champagne cork releasing the pressure underneath.
“I feel spoiled as hell right now,” John said as he sat the two glasses on the ledge behind the tub. “It smells like heaven in here, you look hot as hell, we’re drinking expensive shit after eating sushi and fucking like crazy people.”
“So you’re glad you came then?” I teased.
“I’m spent, Candy, but was glad I came the moment we boarded the plane. First class, now that was a new experience. Then we come to this.”
I stepped in first, easing into the hot water. John settled in beside me.
“So, about those two models…”
“John,” I laughed, “I didn’t do anything. They approached me. I just tried to be friendly and open minded. It was just dumb luck.”
“No, it was you. You’re sexy. You are more confident now, but now cocky. I was surprised when you stopped therapy. You really seemed to find your place there.”
“It became redundant and boring. I got what I went there for, and that was to get an education. Finding the courage and the knowledge to pursue my desires was the entire purpose for those classes. I’d say it worked. I’d recommend Linda to anyone.” I sipped at the champagne, which felt icy cold due to the hot water surrounding my body.
“So your therapist approved, you know, of you leaving?”
“Yeah, she agreed with me, I found what I was looking for. Enough of that, what did you think of our time upstairs?”
“It was hot as hell. I was worried after that girl got her stuff all over you. You looked like you were going to puke.”
John’s face was scrunched. Clearly it had affected him too.
“She was mortified. I was grossed out. I just wanted it off me. It was warm and really felt like she pissed all over me. There was no nausea though. But let’s change the subject please. You were okay with everything?” I ran my hands over his thigh.
“It was arousing. I have no complaints so long as you were satisfied.” His fingers wrapped gently around my wrist, they guided my hand to the massive erection bobbing up and down in the hot water. “See, I’m not bothered at all.”
“Watching you fuck that girl to her best orgasm of her life was so erotic. All I could do was watch both your expressions.” Squeezing his cock as I stroked it up and down the shaft, it hardened to near marble density.
I stood up and bent over the side of the tub, sticking my ass in his face.
“God, Candy.”
“Show me how turned on you are, you were.” I teased him, wiggling my ass from side to side.
John stood from the water and stretched over me to retrieve a condom, wasting no time putting it on. He first eased into me, cupping my breasts.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“Likewise,” I said panting. I pushed back into him, craving more of him.
John pushed back, quickening his pace. My legs spread open, I could feel the softness of his balls smacking against my swollen clit, sending my adrenaline soaring.
I nearly slipped as fought to grasp the wet tub. John hopped out of the Jacuzzi tub, and lifted me out, laying me on the floor. He lifted one of my legs, resting my ankle on his shoulder as he entered me once more. The change in angle bred an entire new sensation. His thumb massaged me on the outside as he filled me on the inside.
The pressure had been building off and on all day and I craved release. It was welling up inside, pressure building as John expertly fucked me on the floor. He leaned in, pushing harder into me, sending me over the edge. He joined me in orgasmic bliss, collapsing on the floor next to me.
“I could pass out right here, but I want that comfortable bed!” I whined.
John chuckled and got on his knees. Sliding his arms under my legs and shoulders, he scooped me up and carried me to bed.
“That was sweet.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, then kissed me lightly on the lips. “Sleep.”
QUEEN’S COURT
I woke to the sound of dishes clinking together and the smell of food. Had it all been a dream? Was I still in John’s apartment?
Opening my eyes I was graced by the sight of John, wearing only shorts, taking plates and things off a cart and setting the small table on the balcony. He’d ordered room service and was attempting to get everything set before I woke.
Quietly, I slid out of bed and raced to the bathroom. After a bit of touching up and pulling my curly hair into a clip, I slid on a silk bathrobe and made my way to the balcony.
“How do you always look so beautiful first thing in the morning?” John said wrapping his arms around me. If he only knew how many times I slipped into the bathroom to freshen up before he saw me, he’d know that answer. Even then, he was being too kind.
“Good morning to you to. Room service, damn you’re a genius.” I took a seat at the table that John had set beautifully.
“Thank you. I ordered like four different platters so just eat what you want.”
I poured a cup of coffee and a small glass of juice. “What is this?”
“Papaya juice, I think.”
“Oh my god, it’s delicious.” After guzzling the whole glass, I picked a plate with a blueberry bagel and poached egg with a side of lean looking meat, though I didn’t know what it was. It sort of looked like sausage, round and in a casing.
John claimed the plate that looked like a trucker’s special, with everything covered in gravy. I don’t know how he managed his incredible physique the way he ate.
“So I woke up early and started flipping through some of the information packets that we got. There is so much to do here. We both work our asses off, so I was thinking that today should be about total relaxation. There’s a spa downstairs. You don’t have to make an appointment. You can get your girl stuff done there and get a massage and everything.”
“I was sort of thinking the same thing as I was dozing off last night. Janette was telling me about some of the things they have here. So what are you going to do while I’m at the spa?”
“God, how did you know I wasn’t going with you?” He laughed. “Oh, that’s right. You have an IQ higher than all my former girlfriends combined.”
“That’s fine, John. We don’t have to be up each other’s butt all day every day. So what are you going to do?”
“They have a very cool golf course here. James is going to be leaving in an hour and invited me along. This place has clubs and gloves and stuff that they provide for
free. Well not free, I’m sure it’s part of this gazillion dollar package that your friends paid for.” He laughed. I loved John’s laugh. His shoulders always shook up and down when he laughed and all of his beautiful white teeth gleamed.
“It sounds nice.” I finished my plate and leaned back in my chair looking out over the lagoon. People were already sunbathing, though it looked more like they may have passed out on the beach from the night before. “Janette said there was a library where I could grab a good book and read it while digging my toes in the sand. After a trip to the spa, I think that’s what I’ll do.”
“Fantastic! Damn, you’re just the perfect woman.” He kissed me on the forehead as he started clearing the table, placing everything back on the silver cart.
“No, no, wait, I want more coffee,” I complained as he tried to take it away.
“Relax, they’re bringing more when they take the cart. This is getting cold anyway.” John pushed a button on the bureau by the phone.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Our servant. We have a servant up here too! When we leave, we press the button and they come clean up the room, so we don’t have to worry about a maid banging on the door interrupting us. Neat, huh?” He grinned.
I had to get him out of the hotel room before that grin made me want to keep him in bed all day.
“Okay, I’m going to grab a shower then head down to the spa. I’ll meet you…”
“Probably not until dinner time, so I’ll meet you here then so I can shower up and change that way we can go there together. Sound good?”
“Fabulous.”
He clapped his hands together. “Alright!”
A knock at the door brought us fresh coffee and removed our dirty dishes. John followed our personal butler out the door, eager for his golf game.
Once showered and dressed in a tank and matching skirt, I headed down to the spa. Mira and Diana were both already there getting a pedicure while Janette was getting a facial massage.
“Welcome,” the lady at the counter greeted me. “Here’s our menu. Let me know what you decide.”
“I just want a massage.”
“Great, Julie’s table is open. Follow me.”
She led me to a screened area where I disrobed and wrapped myself in a towel before being led to ta table, that happened to be next to Janette.
“Hello, beautiful! I see you took my advice.”
“Hi there… and yes I did. After I’m finished here, I’m getting a book and laying on the beach.”
Julie started with my feet. I was already making more noise than I did during sex. Her hands were phenomenal. By the time she ended at my face, I was near comatose.
“Ma’am, I am finished.”
“Thank you,” I said shaking myself awake.
I climbed off the table and retrieved my clothes. Once dressed, I found the library. I walked the rows of shelves until I found the crime fiction section. I was always up for a good crime fiction novel. I read the backs of several books trying to find one I could sink my teeth into.
“Try the one with the red barn,” a guy next to me said. “It’s a pretty good book.”
I looked at the cover. “Yoder’s Farm? I’ve never heard of this author. You say it’s a good book?”
“These are all indie books, so I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of the author. But yes, it’s a good crime fiction… especially if you’re into serial killer stuff.”
“All indie books, huh? At a huge resort like this?”
The guy shrugged, “the guy that owns this island also owns a small press. So he is always looking out for the little guy. If he finds a book he likes, he buys it and adds it to the library.” He went back to reading the back of the book in his hand.
Shrugging, I checked out the book using my room number and pin number, then made my way to the beach. There was a table full of sheets for lying in the sand. This place thought of everything. After scooping up a sheet, I found an unoccupied quiet stretch of sand.
“Ma’am, what would you like to drink?” It was our personal cabana boy. Was it his job to stalk me?
“Sure, I’ll take some ice tea.”
“May I bring you a fruit tray as well, ma’am?”
“Okay?”
“Most of the ladies like to eat a lot of fruit while they are here. Also the cool fruit tastes nice in this heat.” Without saying another word, the guy left.
After taking a deep breath, I took off my tank and shorts, sporting only a bikini bottom. I rolled on my stomach and opened the book. The warmth of the sun and sand eased me gently in the most comfortable state. Ice tea and fruit laying on a tray above my head was easily reached as I dove into the story. When my backside felt a little too warm, I mustered the courage to roll over to my back, exposing my breasts to all who could see. No matter how many times I had been naked in front of others, I still had difficulty feeling entirely comfortable parading around naked.
“Good book?” Janette asked, taking a spot next to me.
“Actually yes, I’ve been reading so fast, I’m almost done with it already.”
“You might want to get out of the sun soon, before you burn. That would ruin you for a few days.”
“Yeah, I’m wearing sunblock, but I’ve been out here for hours. Are you having a good day?” Feeling slightly annoyed that I wanted to finish my book, I forced a smile.
“I’ve spent the day relaxing. This is the only place I don’t have to worry about being so proper. Don’t get me wrong, this is a high class place, but everyone comes here to be free of labels and worries. The reason this is so exclusive and so expensive is because we all need the same thing and don’t want anyone here screwing it up for us.” Janette waved over the cabana boy. “Get us a pitcher of banana daiquiris up at our cabana, my friend here needs to get out of the sun.”
I guess my reading is over.
I gathered my clothes and my book and walked with Janette over to the cabana.
“Have you eaten lunch?” she asked.
“No, I was really into this book. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been able to lay in the sand with a good book.”
“Can I have my lunch order delivered now?” she asked as the cabana boy left our pitcher of daiquiris and two glasses.
“Janette, really, I’m capable of feeding myself.” I adored this woman, but she was starting to piss me off.
“I’m sorry, I have a terrible habit of being a control freak. It won’t happen again. Let’s just enjoy lunch. I just wanted to visit with you for a bit and thank you for picking up probably the hottest women here – and bisexual too.”
I laughed. “Janette, they picked me up, but thanks.”
“I think the guys enjoyed themselves,” she snickered. “Oh, here’s lunch.”
Two men carried trays and pitchers. The entire cabana bar was covered in food. Janette signed a receipt and waved the men away.
“Are we expecting company?” There was an entire buffet laid out with a stack of plates. There was an abundance of fresh fruit and vegetables, salad, chicken skewers, shrimp cocktail, croissants, lunch meats and a variety of spreads. There was also bowls with a variety of pastas, both warm and cold.
“Yes, actually. The boys should be here from the golf course any minute. The game went quicker than expected. I’ve made friends here over the years and I’ve invited them over as well. I’m looking forward to introducing them to you.”
Suddenly, I felt like an ass. I was sulking because I wanted to finish the book I was reading. Meanwhile, Janette was trying to take care of me, making sure I didn’t get sunburned and making sure I stayed well fed. Not to mention, she wanted to be sure I had the opportunity to socialize.
“Gosh, Janette, you should win hostess-of-the-year award. You’re taking such good care of me already, I have no way to thank you.” I sat down with my plate.
“Candy, you’ve been a good friend. This is my way to thank you for helping me live out my fantasy, especially when
you were so new and timid about it all. You took a giant leap of faith in trusting us not to hurt you. As a point in fact, we did leave bruises and that made me feel like shit for a long time.” She picked at her salad.
“Stop! You’ve been showering me with gifts since then. You’ve thanked me enough already. It was one weekend.”
“Two,” she corrected.
“Two,” I smiled, “and the bruises were not a result of you being mean, the ropes were just too tight. It was inexperience on our parts. It’s okay, but you’ve spent a truckload of money. Judges don’t make that damned much. This has to be wiping you out. You don’t need to impress me. I already love you dearly, you don’t have to buy my friendship.”
“Money isn’t a problem for us. I know I don’t have to buy your friendship, but I do intend to continue to spoil you, if you’ll let me.” She patted my thigh. Janette was back to her old self.
I had no idea she felt so much guilt for a few simple bruises. We had all enjoyed ourselves immensely. Dying to press her on the money issue, I thought better of it. It just wasn’t the right time.
“Janette, darling!” An older couple approached. The woman had thin blonde hair and was wearing a thin pink wrap. The older gentleman was wearing a speedo and had no hair at all.
“Francine! It’s so nice to see you. William, you’re looking well.” She kissed them both on both cheeks. “I’d like to introduce you to someone special. This is my dear friend Candy.”
“Hello,” I said as I shook their hands.
“This is William and Francine. They were my first couple.” Now it made sense. Janette wanted them to see her passing the torch so to speak. They were much older than I was. Suddenly, I was worried that I would be expected to physically entertain them.
“Candy, you’re simply lovely. I can see why Janette adores you so.” Francine ran her hand down my arm making me painfully aware that I was still bare chested.
“Please, help yourself to some lunch. There’s a pitcher of tea and a pitcher of Banana Daiquiris.” Janette motion them toward the buffet.
“Janette!” Another couple approached. This time the couple looked closer to my age, middle thirties, well maintained, but both completely naked. This place was really going to take some getting used to.
