by Eden Davis
Livi sighed into the sea air as she thought about her relationship with courageousness. While she could pat herself on the back for having the guts to battle cancer into remission, when it came to the little things, like being brave enough to face her emotional and sexual boogeyman so she could move on to a full and emotionally expressed life, she choked. Everyone else around her seemed to be capable of finding their truth and living it. Why was it so difficult for her?
“Well, not everyone,” she addressed the gulls walking the sands.
Livia’s mind went back to her “conversation” with Jasi before leaving for St. Bart’s. In actuality, it was an ambush, with Jasi showing up at the bakery and trying to force a discussion—one she wasn’t ready to have—about what had happened. But Jasi, being Jasi, couldn’t, or wouldn’t, accept her decision not to talk and had continued blurting out her mind’s thoughts, even after Livia had slammed her office door in her face.
In hindsight, Livia felt badly about treating her friend with such angry disregard. It wasn’t that Livia thought their relationship to be over, or that she didn’t want to speak to Jasi ever again, just not until she’d sorted out her own anger and feelings about the subject. But Jasi’s bullheaded insistence only made things worse. Now there were even more lies to overcome, in addition to Livia’s irritation over Jasi putting her in stranger danger by arranging that sordid hook up with the bartender.
She couldn’t believe that Jasi had pulled the same, “it’s not what it looks like” move that most men try to put over on their suspicious women. Livia might be a bit naïve and inexperienced when it came to carnal adventures, but she wasn’t stupid. If this had been, as Jas declared, a one-time attempt to satisfy a curiosity, wouldn’t the other girl, the expert, be going down on her, the novice, and not the other way around?
All of Jasi’s blustering about taking control of Livia’s own desires was a bunch of bull. She had lied, both directly, and by omission, to all of them. For all of Jasi’s “I do it my way” convictions, she was as scared and insecure as the rest of them, but at least Lena, Alyssa and Livia put their fears on the table. Jasi hid hers away behind a veneer of over-the-top bravado.
“Let it go; let it go,” Livia commanded herself, willing away her friendship troubles. She expelled a deep breath and closed her eyes, settling into the lounger. She was here to revel in her rebirth, not worry about Jasi’s problems.
The soft roar of the waves hitting the shore was so relaxing it was easy to clear her brain. Lulled into a state of total relaxation, Livia closed her eyes, ready for a yummy nap, as the soft caress of the ocean breeze blew over her. She sat still, smelling the salty sea air while allowing herself to feel the sexy mix of heat and cool caressing her naked skin. Suddenly, every nerve in her body was on high alert, turning her relaxed state into one of delicious agitation. She recognized the feeling. It was the same sensation she’d had sitting in the hallway of Naomi Maddox’s home, and stepping into the manager’s office at Jessebelle’s. A montage of bodies, lips and tongues from her day at Jessebelle’s flew into her head and settled on the serious almost sexing that had gone on between her and the Fox. That quick taste of male “hands on” attention had stirred up her appetite and been a source of craving ever since.
Livia felt the need to move, do something to break the surge of sexual energy that was suddenly overtaking her body and making her feel both uncomfortable and insatiable. Trying to snap the tension, she bent her knees to her chest, which only made matters worse. Like a lover’s tongue, the gentle wind snuck between the slight space between her legs and lightly licked her newly trimmed cooch. Immediately, Livi tried to shut down the pleasurable sensation by straightening her legs.
DON’T! Quincy screamed.
Livia took a quick look around. She was still alone on her tiny stretch of sand. Why the hell not, she decided. She was here to stretch her wings and step outside of her sexual self. Might as well start right here and right now with a little natural masturbation.
Gingerly, she drew her knees back toward her chest and cracked her legs. Once again, Livia felt the air creep between her lower lips as her eyes surveyed the scene. Relieved to see that she was still all alone, she spread them wider, welcoming the wind’s kiss. For a woman who didn’t like to feel exposed, Livia felt deliciously vulnerable, splayed wide open, as elements seduced her tender, naked skin. She could feel her pussy tingle and her clit jump as her nipples hardened in response.
Livi’s brain released a moan, but her mouth refused to give it voice. She gently lifted her butt off the chair and squeezed, pushing more blood into her clit. Both it and her breasts were screaming for attention. With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, Livia covertly gave each of her nipples a quick tweak, causing her jealous pussy to rise higher in protest. Her actions felt sexy and slutty and fabulous as hell! Livi was definitely aroused, and had to force her hands to stay still and away from a begging Quincy.
She closed her eyes and let her mind drift off into fantasy land. It took her back to Jessebelle’s and replaced Mother Nature’s kiss with Mr. Fox’s. She could feel his hot mouth on hers while his hands worked her clit, rubbing and teasing it into stiffness. Her imagination took their dalliance to the next level, causing her hips to once again push away from the lounger, shoving her pelvis into his, and forcing his imagined cock deeper into her snatch.
Livia’s defiant hands refused to remain still. She reached into the middle of her sexual grotto and dipped into the pleasure puddle that had formed. She smeared her clit and discretely began to rub, feeling it grow tall and stiff. Both her left eye and tiny dick began to twitch with the anticipation of approaching orgasm. The pleasure was so intense that Liv bit down on her bottom lip to silence the groans, as she rubbed and tickled her nib to the point of no return.
Her massive orgasm felt like a swarm of fireflies flitting across Livia’s nether regions. It was the biggest one yet, and was powerfully sweet, though ultimately unsatisfying. Between the cake delivery incident, toy shopping, Mr. Fox, and planning for this sexcation, fucking was constantly on Liv’s mind. And it was true what they said, the more you think about sex, the more you want it. Orgasm or not, she was still feeling hot and horny and totally unsatisfied. Livi wanted more relief than she could get from playing with toys or a quickie hand job. Livia was tired of fantasizing and masturbating. Quincy needed some serious, prolonged penetration, and for once, Livia was in total agreement.
“Damn, I really want to get laid,” Livia revealed to the birds, as she clenched her ass. Her scandalous behavior out here on the beach, coupled with the knowledge that her willingness and apparent ability to climax using her mind and wind as stimulants, was a huge turn on.
Livia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to ten before exhaling. It was a sad attempt to calm the demands of Quincy’s dissatisfaction. She’d been on St. Bart’s for three days, with nothing to show for it but a few tan lines and some pricey souvenirs she’d picked up while sightseeing in Gustavia, the island’s capital city. She only had four more days on the island, and today was the first day she’d accomplished anything on her list. Nothing and no one thus far had piqued her interest enough to allow her to make any progress. Livia plucked the crinkled list from her bag, happy to be able to at least cross today’s adventure—though yet another that had nothing to do with intercourse—from her list.
Fuck It List
1. Buy and play with toys.
2. Vacation at a nude beach and go skinny-dipping.
3. Make love on a boat
4. Get a sexy tattoo
5. Sex with Kiss a woman
5. TBD act of outrageous sex
Masturbate in ear shot of a perfect stranger getting off
6. Have a one night stand with a stranger
7. Have sex in a public place
8. Have 91/2 Weeks sexy food play
9. Find and fuck Bobby Jeffries
10. Buy a yellow chair.
With mixed satisfaction,
Livia drew a line through number two on the list. She’d only half-fulfilled the requirements, but with the sun bearing down on her, she planned to take her skinny dip in a few. As for the rest of the list, she couldn’t go home without making a concerted effort to achieve at least one sexual escapade. She was here in beautiful St. Bart’s, an island full of sun, surf and sailboats. It only made sense to concentrate her effort on number six, making love to someone by the sea. Livia lifted her eyes from the paper and looked out into the ocean. She immediately focused on the white sails of a boat bobbing on the Caribbean Sea. She smiled at the thought of being out there, naked and spread eagle on deck, while the tantalizing Old Spice man seduced the fragrance from between her thighs as they rocked the boat doing the nasty on the high seas.
The combination of solar and sexual heat hit Livi with a hot flash of epic proportions. She dropped her list into her beach bag and quickly head down the beach. The sounds of approaching voices sent her legs into a trot into the cool blue water. Livia couldn’t believe how wonderful the warm water felt on her naked skin. The combination of sea and sun was invigorating. She felt freer than she had in years and suddenly Livia found herself laughing and frolicking in the ocean like a three-year-old.
Livi dove into the water and emerged belly up, floating on her back. Enjoying the seductive feel of oil, water and wind on her naked skin, she closed her eyes and allowed the sun to kiss her face.
This must be what heaven feels like. At this moment, whether her list got completed or not, Livia was so very happy she’d listened to her friends and taken this trip. After so many hardworking years of building her business, and then cancer, this down time was a welcome, and much needed respite. Right then and there, Livia decided to start a new list: Things I Need to Do on a More Regular Basis. 1) take more vacations…
And have more sex, her vagina threw in.
And maybe fall in love again, countered Livia’s heart.
Feeling cool and surprisingly collected, Liv was ready to move back on shore and let the ever present breeze blow her dry. She started forward, but nearby voices, a mix of masculine chuckles and feminine giggles, kept her shoulder deep in the surf. Livi took a quick spin around to see that her formerly uninhabited stretch of beach was undergoing a population boom. The rental guy was busy setting out chaises and picking up stray garbage as a group of Lookie Lou’s, four bathing suit-clad black men and two blonde women, settled into their chairs. The practical Livia wanted to bolt to her own lounge and protect her orphaned valuables, but modesty kept her grounded. The always playful Quincy, however, saw a parade in her immediate future.
Livia knew exactly what Quincy would do, and unless she was going to hide in the water all day, she had no choice but to indulge her willful vagina. Besides, she was here for a purpose and it was time to get to work.
Funny how the ones with the good bodies are the most afraid to go nude, Livia thought. Feeling surprisingly confident, and slightly smug, Livia imagined herself to be a gorgeous mermaid, and emerged from the sea, stretched to her full five feet, ten inches. She began her leisurely stroll toward the beach when she caught movement from the corner of her eye and turned to see that she had definitely been noticed.
“Omigod, I think I’ve just been ogled,” Liv informed the airborne gulls from the corner of her mouth. On the surface, Livia felt calm satisfaction spread through her. The same delight in being decadent she’d felt at Jessebelle’s had resurfaced. Livia realized that she actually liked the idea of men thinking of her as hot and sexual. Good thing too, because that’s exactly how she felt.
Her left foot was about to leave the water and touch dry sand when Livia released a blood-curdling scream. An intense stinging in her ankle caused her to drop to the sand, writhing in pain. Immediately, two of the men left their chaises and came rushing over.
“Are you okay? What happened?” the shorter, rounder gentleman inquired.
Livi was unable to answer, as a mix of tears and intensifying hurt rendered her mute. The fact that she was butt-naked didn’t help matters either.
“It looks like she got stung or something,” the taller, better-looking man calmly suggested. “Probably a jellyfish.”
Both he and Livia managed to ignore her nakedness as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to her lounger. He laid her down and gallantly pulled her sarong out of her bag. His action caused much of the contents to spill out, but Liv was too grateful for his thoughtfulness to care. While he quickly caught up with the windswept papers from her bag, she put all her attention on wrapping the tropical print around her naked body, happily stunting one source of her agonizing pain.
“It doesn’t look too bad,” he said, after retrieving and replacing the things in her purse. He took a moment to inspect the raised red welts forming on the side of the sting, which made her ankle look like it had been hit with a whip. He began picking away the gossamer strings wrapped around her leg. “Are you okay? No shortness of breath? Your throat isn’t tightening up, is it?” he asked, checking to make sure she wasn’t in danger of having an anaphy-lactic reaction.
“No, it just hurts.”
“Okay; that’s a good sign. No severe allergy. So, I don’t suppose you happen to have any vinegar in your beach bag?” he asked, causing a slight smile to appear on both their faces. Livia silently shook her head, gritting her teeth, trying to keep both her embarrassment and agony in check.
“Kenny, fill something up with salt water, and ask one of the others to go get the rental guy. See if he has any after-sting ointment up there.”
“Ahh,” Livia cried out, her face and body wincing in pain.
“Not that I’m trying to see what you’re carrying around in your handbag, but if you have any Tylenol or Motrin, you might want to pop a couple to manage the stinging. Even though this is a pretty small one, these bites can be pretty nasty.”
“They’re in my cosmetic pouch,” Livia informed him with implied permission to retrieve them for her. He was already unzipping the little black bag when Livia remembered the condoms and lipstick vibrator she’d stashed inside.
Great! He meets me on a nude beach and now this. He must think he’s hit the whores-a-plenty jackpot!
As he pushed aside the Trojans to get to the Tylenol, her vacationer slash paramedic tried to hide an amused smirk behind a concerned smile, while Livia buried her humiliation under a real cry of pain.
“Here you go,” he said, handing her four pills and her bottle of water.
“Are you a doctor?” Livia asked after swallowing the pills. Embarrassed or not, she was impressed by his knowledge and cool under pressure demeanor.
“No, actually I’m a slave to Wall Street. Mitchell. Nice to meet you.”
“You too.” Livia paused, trying to decide whether to tell him her real name or go with her diva alter ego. “I’m Quincy,” her vajayjay blurted out, deciding for her.
“Here you go,” Mitchell’s friend, Ken, said, returning with a small beverage cooler full of sea water.
“You’ll want to soak your ankle in the sea water for about half an hour,” Mitchell informed her. “That will keep the venom from releasing.”
“Thank you,” Livia said, speaking to both of the men.
“Well, dog, it looks like you’ve got this,” Ken said, sharing a smirk and an ocular fist bump with his boy. “Quincy, nice meeting you. Hope you feel better soon.”
“Thanks again,” Livia told him before turning her attention back to Mitchell. “So, how do you know so much about caring for jellyfish stings?”
“Experience. They’re a recreational hazard. I’m the anecdote to the myth that black people don’t swim. I love the sea and all seaworthy activities—fishing, snorkeling, jet skiing.”
The happy bells went off in Livi’s head. His list of playtime preferences definitely piqued her interest. While he shoved the things back into her beach bag, Livia shamelessly scoped him out, noticing that this attractive, good Samaritan was in great shape. His walnut br
own face was an alluring blend of worldly experience and boyish charm. His arms and legs were long and toned. His swimming trunk-clad ass, tight. From her current angle, she couldn’t see his package but could only assume that it was proportionate to his height (tall) and weight (good).
Not a day over thirty-five, Livi decided as she watched him glance down at his hands and then around, catching Livia’s surprised gaze. He smiled broadly and gave her a curious, knowing nod.
“So, is there someone here on the island I should call to come get you?” Mitchell asked, fishing for information.
“Ah…no.”
“So, Quincy, you’re down here by yourself for a little R & R?”
And S & M and T & A, her smart-aleck hot box chimed in.
“Uh…yes, until Sunday. And yourself?”
“I came down for my boy’s pre-wedding festivities.”
“What? A week long, out of sight, out of mind, bachelor’s party?” Livia joked.
“Something like that,” Mitchell admitted with a cute, “ya got me” smile. “I’m leaving next Monday. So, I was thinking that we give you a couple of days to recuperate and then maybe do a little sightseeing together.”
The fortuitous arrival of the beach attendant and his first aid kit allowed Livia to delay her response. It appeared that in the quirkiest way possible, the universe had teed up this handsome stranger as a possible vacation playmate. He was good-looking, obviously kind and had a sexy swagger that was hard to ignore. All in all, he looked like the perfect candidate to help Livi further her very personal mission.
“I cleaned it up as best I could, though your friend here did all the right things,” the beach attendant told her as he finished treating her sting. “I’d check in with the hotel doctor when you get back.”
“Thank you so much,” Livia said, grateful that the pills had kicked in, taking the edge off the pain. “Would you please call me a cab?”
“So what do you say, sightseeing on Friday?” Mitchell asked, reissuing his social request with a hard-to-ignore smile.
