Island Cultural Center

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  There! She asked me what I wanted to eat. She didn’t assume that she would bring me what was best for me in her opinion. I wanted to be able to make choices. But on the other hand, I just wanted the ability, not to actually do it. I knew that I was better off letting her decide for me. As long as I had a choice in the matter, I didn’t need to dictate anything.

  I said, “Charlotte, you make my life wonderful. Please bring me whatever you think that I would enjoy. And I would enjoy it if you would join us, so feel free to do so if that’s what you’d enjoy as well. I’m very glad that you chose to do all of this for us. I don’t deserve you.”

  Charlotte said, “Sir, I understand your wishes. I’d be happy to have lunch with you this afternoon. I am very happy with how you have invited me to be with your family in so many ways. I’m the one who probably doesn’t deserve the kindness that you have shown me. I’ll leave you for now and I’ll come to the suite in an hour with luncheon. Are you sure that you wouldn't rather dine alone with your wife, Sir?”

  I said, “Charlotte, you know me better than I know myself. Brenda and I both say how much we like and even love you. I want to be alone with Brenda for a little while. Do what you want about lunch. You know if you are welcome or not.”

  Charlotte gave me a tender thankful look and stepped close and kissed my cheek and walked away.

  Brenda said, “Sweetie, you seemed upset. Did Charlotte do something wrong? I’m sure she didn’t mean to.”

  I said, “No, she didn’t mean to. This is all new to all of us. Even Charlotte. She and I have to tame each other, as she says.”

  Brenda said, “It does change things when she is around. Just like having you at the store while we picked out clothes for her. She has an influence over things, just like you did, just being there. Roland, what’s going to happen with her?”

  I almost lied to her and told her that I didn’t have any idea. Instead, I told the truth.

  I sighed heavily and said, “If possible, she’s coming with us. There is a connection and there’s no sense lying about it. She and I love each other and I think that you and Lisa do, too. Brenda, if it’s what she wants, if she offers herself to me the way that you and Lisa have, then I’m going to welcome her.”

  Brenda smiled and squeezed my hand and said, “Just like that?”

  I said, “Yep. Just like that.”

  She said, “And I don’t get any say in the matter?”

  I said, “No. I already know what you think. You think that Charlotte is one of us. She was drawn to us and she wants in. Otherwise, the whole thing is wasted, just like you said about Lisa. I’m tired of pretending. Lying takes too much work. And if I tell the truth and it doesn’t work out all magical and full of unicorns, so what? Brenda, I’m sorry, but when we get to the suite, I don’t think it’s going to be all slow and tender and soft.”

  Brenda shuddered and said, “Then we have to go to the hotel gift shop for a second. Come on.”

  We reversed direction and headed for the gift shop near the lobby. Going straight to the section with various first aid and over the counter medicines, Brenda grabbed a tube of personal lubricant and quickly charged it to our room.

  Hurrying back toward the elevators, she said, “Just to make sure. I’m not a college girl anymore. I might need a bit of help down there if you are in a hurry. And I’m glad you are. If elevators didn’t have cameras, I’d let you get started as soon as the doors closed.”

  When we reached the suite, I unlocked the door with the card key and let Brenda in before me.

  As soon as the door closed, I grabbed her. I spun her so that her back was to the wall, just inside the entry and pushed myself against her.

  I grunted, “Brenda, why are you wearing shorts?”

  She reached for my crotch and said hoarsely, “Because I wasn’t thinking when I got dressed this morning. Get them off of me!”

  Undoing the button at her waist I pushed down her shorts and the underwear that she had on underneath.

  I growled questioningly, “Underwear?”

  She wiggled her way out of the shorts saying, “No, it’s OK. They’re off now. Down think about that.”

  Shoving my shorts to the ground, Brenda stroke my shaft, gasping, “Where’s the lube?”

  I had dropped the little bag from the gift shop and Brenda crouched down to get it. Tearing the lid off the tube, she squeezed the slippery stuff directly onto the head of my penis and then wrapped her fist around me. Spreading the lube along my length, she pulled me against her body.

  My right hand grabbed the back of Brenda’s knee and lifted it past her waist. I kissed her hard as she guided me into the space between her lower lips and I shoved upward into her.

  Brenda grunted. She’d been ready for it, but still, she was tight. The lubricant did its job but her body hadn’t really had enough time to loosen and elongate the way that it would have if we had been taking it slow. Grinding against her with her back against the wall, I began thrusting. It was awkward, but neither of us cared. My tongue was down her throat and my left hand was mauling her breast now. Brenda was trying to unbutton her blouse without much success.

  It was all as horny and hurried as a pair of teenagers, except that we weren’t kids. At least our bodies said we weren’t.

  Brenda was really struggling to get her blouse off.

  She begged, “Ronny, let me get this off. Please!”

  I moved my hand from her breast to her hip temporarily, continuing to drive myself into her warmth and she got several buttons at the top undone. Her blouse ended up around her waist, the last button still holding it together. Underneath, she wore one of the colorful sheer bras that Lisa had picked out for her. It was soft and thin and we didn’t bother to undo it as I reached for her wonderfully enormous tit once again.

  Brenda could orgasm easily. At least with me. The level of emotional connection did a lot to shorten her arousal response. And she was highly sensitive orally and vaginally, as well as on her breasts and nipples. I couldn’t want a more responsive lover.

  She pleaded, “Ronny, we can’t do this standing up. Throw me on the floor if you want to, but if we keep standing, we’ll exhaust ourselves and possibly pass out. Please, Sweetie, at least sit down. I’m worried about you.”

  I wasn’t listening. I knew that her protests weren’t because she wasn’t enjoying this. I was fine.

  Because she was shorter than me, I did have to bend my legs a bit to reach her, but that was OK. This wouldn’t take much longer. I was fine like this. The muscles in my legs were starting to burn, but not so badly that I needed to stop.

  I was trying to mouth Brenda’s breast through the fabric of her bra and Brenda was trying to pull the bra up out of the way so that I could lick her flesh directly.

  At that moment, there was a rapid knock at the door to my side and I heard a voice say, “Hello?”

  Brenda shouted, “Charlotte!”

  And apparently, Charlotte took that as a sign that she should let herself in. She was early.

  Opening the door, she didn’t seem shocked by what was going on at all. I had Brenda with her back against the wall pumping her vigorously, both of us wearing only the shreds of clothing still on our upper halves.

  Brenda said, “Charlotte, it’s fine! But Ronny needs to sit down or something. He can’t go on like this.”

  I felt Charlotte’s hands on my shoulders and her soothing voice saying, “Sir, come to the sofa. Your wife is concerned for you. Come on. Just over here. And then you can keep playing more comfortably. Come on. It’s fine.”

  All this time, she was gently pulling me away from Brenda and leading me to the sofa facing the window in the living area. Pushing me down gently, I found myself sitting down and Brenda settling onto my lap, facing away from me, her pussy enveloping my hardness wetly. Someone pulled my hands to Brenda’s chest and I fondled her magnificent globes as she leaned back against my body.

  In the next minute, we both climaxed hard, one of my ha
nds having fallen between Brenda’s legs where I rubbed her to orgasm. That hadn’t been her first so far. No, she told me later that it was at least her third. When my convulsions subsided, I found myself lying back against the sofa cushions limply.

  I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them, I found Charlotte kneeling beside the sofa at my elbow. She was handing me a glass of water and encouraging me to drink some. Brenda was still on my lap, impaled on my post. Charlotte was smiling the way that I had noticed that she almost always did when looking at me.

  I took a sip of the water and Charlotte stepped in front of Brenda and me where I was sure that she had a very clear view of everything exposed there. I watched speechlessly as Charlotte undid the remaining buttons of Brenda’s mostly discarded blouse and then pulled it away and laid it to the side. She had Brenda lean forward so that she could unhook the bra and she set that aside as well, leaving Brenda completely naked, her legs spread wide at each side of my knees. Then she took a chair and set it in front of us and waited. I was too exhausted to move or speak.

  Brenda had been right. Standing sex like that was too much for me. Charlotte had been right, too: I needed some exercise.

  Several minutes went by before Charlotte said, “You two are beautiful. Wait, Brenda, don’t get up yet. Let me get you a towel.”

  She ran off to the bathroom and returned with two towels. She handed one to Brenda as she sat up and lifted herself from my lap, my penis sliding free as she did so. Charlotte knelt in front of me and wiped me up with the other towel as if it was as natural as handing me the glass of water. Pulling me to my feet, she started unbuttoning my shirt.

  She said softly, “Here, you’re sweaty. Let me get this off of you,” and she removed my shirt.

  Now I was as naked as Brenda. And Charlotte was here acting like she was happy to be taking care of us and the fact that she had just seen us, well, in a way, helped us, have sex and that we were now both completely naked was a joy for her. She had been noticeably gentle and respectful the entire time and she hadn’t recoiled or hid herself from what was going on at all. To the point where she’d even wiped me up with a towel, drying my semi-erect penis carefully in the process.

  Leaving me standing where I was, Charlotte walked to the bedroom and found shirts for both Brenda and me, but when she came back, she laid them aside for later. I had already collapsed back onto the sofa.

  Looking at Brenda and I, both of us clearly spent, Charlotte said, “Oh my poor dears. Come to the bedroom with me. We don’t have a long time, but a few minutes will go you good.”

  I had no idea what she intended to do in the bedroom for a few minutes, but when we got there, Charlotte opened the curtains and that portion of the balcony outside the bedroom had been enclosed and had a hot tub on it.

  Charlotte opened the glass door and went and pulled the cover off the tub.

  She said, “Get in an relax for a minute. Then we’ll get you some cold drinks.”

  Charlotte held Brenda’s hand as Brenda stepped into the tub and then did the same for me. There wasn’t any blood back in my brain yet, and I just went with whatever Charlotte thought was best.

  As we settled into the soothing hot water, Brenda said, “Charlotte, were you coming with us?”

  Charlotte averted her eyes for a second and said, “Truthfully, I very nearly did. Maybe a small one. There wasn’t enough time and I was so concerned for the two of you, Ronny especially, that I didn’t go as far as I would have. I know that you were asking about the hot tub, but the double meaning was too spot-on to pass up.”

  Brenda smiled and said, “You had an orgasm?”

  Charlotte said, “Maybe.”

  Brenda said, “And I’m glad you called him Ronny. You can’t keep calling him Sir all the time now.”

  Charlotte grinned and said, “Not all the time. But…”

  Brenda grinned as well and said, “Well, yeah! Sometimes, what else can you do? But come on, will you get in with us for a few minutes?”

  Charlotte said, “Not this time. Um, there might be a small change of plans. Sir, I know that you told me to have luncheon here in the suite, but we have been invited to have hot dogs with Mr. Jensen and some of his family. If you’d like to, Sir.”

  I said, “Is that why you came early? And, I’m not going to apologize for what you saw.”

  Charlotte was standing beside me at the edge of the tub and said, “No Sir. I could have left if I’d wanted to. You didn’t do anything to me or make me do anything. But you did let me participate in my own way. I appreciate that. But no, I came early because, well, you needed help.”

  I said, “And you sensed it?”

  She said, “Yes.”

  I reached out and took Charlotte’s hand and said, “Thank you. I want to ask if all of this is OK and are you all right and things like that but I won’t. You know that I care about you, so I’ll fight the urge to be insecure about anything that happens between us.”

  Charlotte said, “That sounds perfect. Shall I let Mr. Jensen know that we will be meeting him for lunch?”

  I looked at her and smiled and said, “No.”

  She looked surprised and said, “No, Sir?”

  I said, “Charlotte, you told him already, didn’t you?”

  She blushed and said, “Yes, Sir.”

  I said, “And you ordered the car to be ready for us?”

  She smiled and said, “I did, Sir.”

  I squeezed her hand and said, “And are my clothes and Brenda’s already laid out for me?”

  She said, “They are, Sir.”

  I said, “And is Lisa joining us?”

  Charlotte said, “It’s because of Lisa that we are having this meeting, Sir. She is expecting us to pick her up and to bring her a change of clothes.”

  I said, “And what is the plan for your dress?”

  Charlotte said, “Lisa said that she would have something for me to change into when we collect her.”

  I said, “And how long until we go?”

  Charlotte said, “We need to leave now, Sir,”

  I said, “Perfect.”

  Chapter 16 - Confluence

  My “valet” helped us from the tub and dried Brenda while I dried myself. She followed us to the bedroom and showed us the clothes that she had chosen. Brenda put on her dress, which had been cleaned earlier in the day with the rest of the laundry that Charlotte could find when she did our room. Brenda wore no bra or panties. She had simply asked if it was necessary and Charlotte and I told her that it wasn’t as far as we were concerned. There was no command for her to go naked underneath, but getting my consent, and Charlotte’s, Brenda chose it.

  I had a pair of slacks and a tropical shirt. No underwear. That was just because I preferred not to wear them on vacation.

  Charlotte was entirely comfortable the whole time and so were we. It made me happy to have Charlotte comfortable with our nakedness.

  The car met us at the entrance at the top of the escalator. It was a strange looking vehicle, similar to the one that had taken Tom away last night. I was about to find out that its “strangeness” went far beyond its looks.

  The thing looked like an off-road four-door sedan. The wheels were large and there was a lot of ground clearance. It was wide but shorter than expected. The hood sloped away and it didn’t look like there was a space for an engine up front. And there was no trunk in the rear, either. It looked more suited to exploring Mars than commuting to work. Unless you worked on Mars.

  As were stepped onto the sidewalk, the car pulled up in front of us. Double doors on the passenger side, the sidewalk side, opened outward opposite each other. Charlotte ushered us inside and the doors immediately closed on their own.

  The passenger compartment was unlike any vehicle I’d ever seen. First of all, there was no driver’s seat. No steering wheel. No dashboard with controls of any kind. What it did have was a forward-facing bench seat, more of a sofa really, that stretched across the back of the interior. Thr
ee swiveling very comfortable looking seats were currently facing backward toward the sofa.

  Charlotte suggested that we sit in the seats and put on seat belts. As we did, the chairs turned to face forward giving us a clear view out the big front window. We were surrounded by windows on every side. And there were no doors on the “driver’s” side of the car. Not that there was a driver, anyway.

  Without a word, the car moved smoothly away from the entrance and to the road leading out of the resort.

  A voice said, “Welcome aboard. Let’s start the orientation. My name is Car. You can call me Car, most folks ‘round here do. I’m a fully autonomous vehicle. I don’t talk much. Mostly I just drive. We can go anywhere you want. The Jackson party has full access to go anywhere they like with very few restrictions. Right now, we’re going to the small shopping area next to the resort and harbor to pick up another guest. Then we will head down to Poipu to get hot dogs. Just tell me where you want to go. You can give me a specific address like 1234 Rice Street, a location like ‘Ono Family Restaurant’, or a general desire like ‘The best Mexican food within 15 minutes of here’. If I don’t understand, if I can’t get to the destination, or need clarification, I’ll say so. This should be fun. I love going places. And I love love love making new friends. Any questions?”

  No one said anything.

  Charlotte said, “She’s asking you, Boss.”

  I said, “Oh. No. Um, Car, it’ good to meet you.”

  Car said, “It’s good to meet you too, Sir. If you would introduce everyone, that would be very nice.”

  I said, “OK, this is Charlotte and Brenda.”

  Car said, “I have heard about Miss Charlotte before. She has been in another of the Cars like me before. So this beautiful woman must be Brenda. I like your dress very much. I don’t wear dresses much. And I never get to wear a bikini. Are bikinis nice? I bet they are really nice. You’d look fantastic in a nice bikini. Oh, here we are,” and we pulled to a stop in the parking lot near Lisa’s shop.

  Lisa was standing there waiting for us.

  Car opened her doors. Car was definitely a girl. Why would a boy car want to wear a bikini, after all?