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In Search of the Final Freedom - 3
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
***
In this novel, our protagonist live in a comfortable,
but rule bound world. Deep in their hearts they know
there is more, but they will need help along the
journey from the old ways. They will have to work out a
new moral code for themselves before they can be the
prophets of a new model. At each stage they can turn
back, but to be the new prophets they must overcome.
(MF, exh, cheat, teen)
***
Chapter THREE
A few weeks after the wild day with Adam, Cooper called
home very excited. "Do you have any plans for the
fourth of July week?"
Puzzled, Bonnie answered no.
"What about the kids?"
Bonnie, still confused answered "Not that I know of,
Lamar doesn't start soccer camp till the week after and
Misty's art class doesn't meet that week. Why?"
Speaking so rapidly that his wife could hardly follow
Cooper explained how the owner of the company, Mr.
LeMarco, had a time share on South Miami Beach. Though
he had planned to use it the week of the 4th of July,
something had come up so he offered it for free to any
of the executives. Cooper very excitedly went through
how he had won a game of straws, but Bonnie didn't
follow. What she did understand when she put down the
phone was that in a couple of weeks they would be going
on a week's vacation to Miami Beach.
As it turned out, to fly was prohibitively expensive on
such short notice, but Cooper figured it would only
take about 12 hours to driver from their central
Georgia hometown of Sparta. So early on Monday the 2nd
of July the family piled into their Dodge Grand-
Caravan, aka the mommy mobile, and headed south for
four nights in the newest condo on South Beach.
Bonnie had called Tina, at Cooper's office, and asked
for more information about the trip. Tina said she had
not been to the place they would be going, it was way
out of her price range, but she did say that there was
no need to buy beach wear in advance, because Miami is
such a fashion Mecca, beach and club wear was actually
cheaper in Miami than in Atlanta. She also added with a
laugh that on Miami beach you could buy just the bikini
bottoms because she might decide there was no need to
buy the tops since on South Beach is tops are not
necessary for men or women. Bonnie didn't share this
information with Cooper; that would be her secret.
At exactly 5:00 PM the, by then, trashed van pulled up
the ramp to gated entrance to The Setai, one of the
finest condos on South Beach. Cooper felt like a real
VIP when he gave his name to the attendant and the
large wrought iron gate swung in and allowed them into
the valet parking area.
As much as Cooper wanted to act like this was a world
in which he felt comfortable, he knew full well this
place catered to people well beyond his pay grade. The
marble floors and fine lobby art stood in stark
contrast to the Holiday Inn's which were his family's
usual lodgings. Though he was somewhat of a tightwad,
he could not admit to the bellman that he wanted to
carry his luggage, so he had to part with a ten dollar
bill once they arrived in at the room
If the public area's were intimidating, the condo
itself was beyond belief.
Lamar ran through the rooms shouting "It's as big as
our house." Though Lamar was exaggerating, it was
enormous. It had two large bedrooms, and the living
room, far bigger than theirs at home had two walls made
entirely of glass, one looking directly out to the
ocean, and the other looking north up the beach. At the
32nd floor, they had a huge and panoramic view of South
Beach.
All Bonnie could say was "WOW" as she stood looking out
the glass walls.
Though Bonnie and Cooper would have been content to
just look out the windows, the kids wanted to see the
pool and beach (from closer than the 32nd floor).
Cooper who had been driving since before 5:00 AM was in
no mood do anything but rest grumbled as he pulled
himself out of the deep and very comfortable couch. He
did insist his eager family must wait until he could
put on a clean shirt. He wasn't about to walk about
this place with jelly doughnut stains on his stomach.
From the lobby it was still one floor down to the
ground level were there were shops and two restaurants,
at the end of the ground floor atrium was a revolving
door leading to the pools. Three pools, two large
rectangular pools surrounded by coconut palms and one
small children's pool.
Though Bonnie thought it was her secret, Cooper knew
some toplessness was permitted on South Beach. What
neither of them knew was that it was also permitted at
some of the hotels and condos. In this case it was
permitted at the pool nearest the beach, screened from
the other two pools by a row of coconut palms. Thus it
was not immediately apparent to the visiting family.
Lamar being the most eager to explore was far ahead of
the family and when he passed the row of palms he
stopped short, and just stared.
It has been just in the past year the Lamar had passed
the phase of girls being a sort of dangerous animal to
be avoided to that stage were girls were lusted at from
afar, but never really approached. It had been just
last month ago when Bonnie found an old Playboy from
Cooper's collection under Lamar's bed. Now, Lamar was
entranced, because as if out from the magazine, emerged
two women wearing nothing but a tiny thongs sunning and
chatting in German not 15 feet from him. His sister's
hand slamming on the back of his head brought him back
to the real world. Though Misty was as shocked as her
brother, she was far more concerned about not making a
scene than her younger hormonal brother.
To Bonnie, the most amazing thing was not that their
breasts were on display, but rather that these were
grown women, not teenyboppers. She guessed they were at
least her age and though in good shape were not model
types. The women hadn't noticed Lamar's staring because
they were watching their own kids playing in the
shallow end of the pool. To Bonnie, nudity had always
meant sex, but here it seemed as relaxed and normal as,
well, as a day at the beach with the kids.
Around the pool were a couple of dozen people, the
majority of the women wore tops, but not all. Bonnie's
attention was drawn to the far end of the pool where a
girl, perhaps Misty's age, it was hard to tell at that
distance, as she climbed the ladder and go to talk to
what appeared to be her parents. She, like the two
women at their end of the pool, wore just a thong
bikini bottom, as did her mother. Bonnie instinctively
looked over to her daughter, who was watching the
mother and daughter speak.
Seeing this, Cooper now was uncomfortable, and he
quickly suggested they continue on to see the beach
just beyond the fence. It was one thing to say it was
cool to go topless, even for his wife to go topless,
but just the thought of men looking at his daughter the
way he found himself looking at this girl made him just
want to move on.
Bonnie, could feel Cooper's discomfort and suggested to
the kids they go on to the beach, but if one teenage
girl made him uncomfortable, the beach gave him no
respite. On the beech the women were much younger and
almost universally pretty. From what she could see, a
little less than half of the women were topless, and
from what she could see as they walked down the beach,
of the girls who looked to be in their teens or
twenty's a solid majority the were bare breasted.
She took Cooper's hand as they walked "So why did you
get uncomfortable at the pool?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied. "It's hard to explain, but
I guess seeing that girl and her mom brought home the
fact Misty is getting older and as you know I'm not
doing too well with that."
"Yea, I know," she said as she gave his hand a squeeze.
They walked a bit down the beach but being fully
clothed they soon got hot and turned back. Cooper
though about suggesting Bonnie take off her shirt, but
he didn't want to seem pushy and let it go.
The long shadow of their condo covered the beach all
the way to the water by the time they had arrived back
in their room and looked out that amazing view. On the
way up it was agreed that the guys would take the
evening easy and the girls would go out shopping.
Cooper planned that to mean he would crash in the king
sized bed in the master bedroom, Lamar; on the other
hand wanted to go swim in the big pool. He had always
been able to find friends anywhere they went and was
anxious to get downstairs.
Cooper wondered how much of his insistence was because
he wanted to see more tits. To be honest with himself,
he wouldn't mind going back down with out Misty there.
So he grabbed the Tom Clancy book he'd bought for the
trip and headed down with Lamar. It was no surprise
that Lamar walked right by the first pool, and past the
line of palms to the far pool. Cooper was mildly
disappointed to see no topless women, but then upon
further reflection he realized that it was now dusk and
all the tanners had gone in. There was a gentle breeze
off the ocean that broke up the heat that still hung in
the air.
Before Cooper drifted off to sleep on the chase lounge,
Lamar had made several friends in the pool, one he
recognized as the girl he had seen earlier, but this
time she sported a one piece swim suit which oddly was
full coverage in the front but thong cut in the back.
She was he guessed, about the same age as his son, but
at this age when the girls looked so much older than
the boys it was hard to tell. There were several other
kids in the pool all playing a game with a Frisbee. He
heard several languages being spoken, one was clearly
Spanish, another seemed to be Germanic, and at least
one voice seemed to be another romance language but
since Cooper only spoke Spanish it was hard to tell
what the other language or languages were.
Bonnie was having a great time with Misty in what
appeared to be the ultimate beach shopping district.
Most beach resorts had a dozens of small shops all
essentially selling the same cheesy merchandise. Here
on Miami Beach it was a totally different experience.
The condo concierge had told her that they were only
one block from the center of the shopping district and
so they had simply walked up Collins Ave and turned
right one block to find shops large and small as far as
they could see in either direction. Some shops were
typical beach fare, but most were unique, including
many boutiques owned by famous designers. Though they
were specifically looking for beach wear, it didn't
keep them from excitedly browsing the couture isles.
After visiting a half a mile of shops, Bonnie noticed
that the swimwear she brought, thinking it was sexy,
was, for Miami Beach, only worn by women who wore a
size 20 or larger. She noticed that for a good number
of the thong bottoms the shops sold, they didn't even
sell a matching top. She was sure Cooper would not want
her to feel out of place so after a couple of hours
browsing, Bonnie and Misty went back to a shop that
they had visited earlier. They decided it had the best
selection of swimsuits they had seen.
They had browsed and picked they tried on more than a
dozen suites when Bonnie found one she loved.
"Mom, you look hot, Dad will love that one," Misty said
looking at the bikini in her hand.
A few minutes later she opened the curtain to the
changing stall and stepped out. She stood before a
three way mirror looking at a leopard print Brazil cut
bikini with a Miracle Bra type top that gave her great
cleavage. The bottom was far smaller than anything she
had worn to a beach before, at perhaps five inches wide
at the rear waist band, it was smaller than most of her
string panties. It was so small that more than a little
pubic hair showed over the top edge "Well if we are
going to wear these I guess we'll have to shave it all
off down there" Bonnie said with a laugh through the
curtain to where Misty was still changing.
As she spoke Misty emerged wearing a suit that if
anything was smaller than the one she wore.
"Yep, we will," Misty agreed as she vainly tried to
push a tuft of hair into the suit.
She looked good Bonnie thought. Real good; too good for
her own good. It was bright yellow with orange stripes
on the tiny bit of fabric. The top was not fitted like
the one Bonnie wore, it was just a regular slide string
triangle top, but the triangles wee much smaller than
any she had seen on a swimsuit before. In this even
Misty's young boobs showed round curves on ether side
of the fabric.
"Well we will look like yokels on vacation with our
white butts showing." Misty vocalized what her mother
had already noticed, the tan lines of their regular
swimsuits, left a good bit of white un-tanned skin
showing.
"Yea," Bonnie replied, "but would you rather look like
a prudish yokel on vacation by wearing what we
brought."
"This one is a keeper, I think yours is too." Misty
said a moment later.
They went back to trying on suits. The next time Bonnie
stood before the mirror she was in a royal blue thong
with a triangle top. She had to pull the front of the
bottoms up because even more of her pubs weren't
covered with this one. She would defiantly have to
shave tonight. Like Misty's earlier top, it was smaller
than any she owned and she noticed it was thin, unlined
fabric. Her erect nipples were fully visible as the
fabric curved around their shape. The shop was large
and only had a handful of people at the time so she
wasn't too conscientious of the fact she was almost
naked a good fifteen feet from her changing stall.
Misty who by now was having a great time clapped
approval and asked where Mom had found that suit;
promptly she took on a green one with white spots into
the changing stall.
Bonnie stood in front a wall display of thongs bottoms.
She looked around for the tops. She was sure this is
where Misty had found the suit she was trying on now.
She walked back up the isle to ask Misty were she found
the tops when her daughter ripped open the curtain and
stood at the stall door way hand on hips saying, "I
think this is perfect. What do you think?"
Bonnie stood wide eyed. Right in the shop her sixteen
year old daughter stood in beside the curtain, bold as
brass, wearing only the thong. Only a thong! She was
exposing her bare breasts to the whole shop, and she
wanted to know what mom thought. It took mom more than
a few moments to think anything.
True, Bonnie had fully intended to go topless tomorrow,
but had not considered the possibility that Misty would
as well. Now it was Bonnie's turn to be uncomfortable
with their daughter's growing up. It's not that Bonnie
and Misty had ever been modest around each other, but
to see her like this in the shop. She stifled the urge
to yell at her to shut the curtain and just said "If
you like it, I like it." She paused what seemed for an
hour before saying as calmly as she could "OK, you can
shut the curtain now"
Misty didn't move. "But will the guys notice me with
all those big-boobed girls around."
For the first time Bonnie realized she had developed
full round woman's breasts. "Yes, oh yes they will
notice you" then she added, "You are rapidly becoming
one of those big-boobed girls yourself." her mother
replied.
It wasn't until after she said this and Misty didn't
shut the curtain but rather asked another inane
question, that she realized that Misty knew this was
making her more than a little uncomfortable. She also
came to the conclusion that her daughter, who was
generally modest in public, was certainly not doing
this to show off, but rather to pick at dear old mom.
So keeping cool front, mom told daughter "You know, I
think you have defiantly moved into a full B cup range,
possibly a C, we'll have to go bra shopping when we get
home." Turning back to the rack of thong bottoms, she
grabbed the nearest one and headed for her stall,
"Great idea, wait a minute and we can match." Before
she could get three steps from the rack, Misty's
curtain had closed. Count one for Mom, Bonnie gloated.
Before they headed to the check-out they had no less
than then swimsuits in their hands, knowing full well
they wore the same size. Of the suits, all but three
were thongs and those were Brazil cut, and three of the
thongs didn't have a top at all. Just before they began
to check out, Bonnie saw a display behind the clerk.
They were red bikini bottoms, smaller than Rio's but
more than a thong. What was unusual was the diamond
shaped cut outs that while apparently covering the very
bottom, the peek-a-boo's would leave much of the rest,
including most the mound visible. Misty had also
noticed them, and so the clerk added two more suits to
the sack. They also had a couple of "cover ups", if you
could call them that as one was a semi-sheer print and
the other was fishnet.
Before they reached the counter, Misty looked up at the
display of beach towels that ran along the ceiling.
Pointing to one with the picture of a hunky man in a
bulging Speedo, Misty said "Mom, I think we need some
beach towels too.
"OK, but I want that one," and she pointed to one with
a equally gorgeous man displaying his naked buns.
After picking out one for Cooper, with a buxom topless
woman, she asked Misty what to get for Lamar.
Misty said "That little pervert, he'll want that one,"
and motioned to the only towel showing a completely
nude woman.
"Don't call him that," Bonnie retorted. "And no we
won't get him that."
"Do you know what I heard him telling his buddy James
on the phone last week?" Misty shot back suddenly
agitated. Then without waiting for an answer "He told
him he had been spying on me in the shower and told him
what I look like naked, right down to the mole on my
right thigh."
Bonnie, was a little taken aback that he had spied on
his sister, but not surprised, "OK, your right that was
very inappropriate," she said in a very motherly way
"I'll have Dad talk to him." Then thinking through what
Lamar could tell his friends added "And we will make it
clear that he is not to invade your privacy by telling
his friends what you wear here in Miami." Misty
gratefully replied "Oh yea, all I need is all his
friends yakking about me if I go topless while we are
here."
"But no more calling him a pervert. He's just a typical
teenage boy." Bonnie told her daughter as they left,
though she had bought 'the pervert' a towel with a girl
in a thong bikini on it. Sexy, but not too much, Bonnie
thought.
"You do know he looks at your pictures and I wouldn't
be surprised if he has shown them to his friends,"
Misty said matter-of-factly.
Bonnie's blood suddenly ran cold. Which pictures? She
thought. It would be no problem if she were just
speaking of the topless and nude pictures of her that
Cooper had shot over the years. Family nudity was a
non-issue in their home, she had walked through the
house naked hundreds of times after a shower or getting
underwear from the drier. She was not ashamed of that,
but he shouldn't be showing them to his friends. But
what about the photos Terrence had taken?
Bonnie looked straight ahead down the brightly lit
nighttime street and as calmly as she could said, "What
pictures?"
"Mom, the pictures of you and Jill and her husband.
They have been sitting in plain sight on your dresser
for over a month, and it doesn't take a computer
scientist to find all the others on the computer, I
mean you put them right in the My Pictures directory
under Jill & Me."
Waiting for her daughter to attack her for her
infidelity she didn't respond. They walked in silence
for some time. How could she been so stupid? Did she
think the kids were still babies? Most important she
worried that she had lost all credibility with her
daughter.
Misty continued, "It's OK mom, I never mentioned it
because I didn't want to embarrass you. Sorry."
Bonnie's heart lifted. Misty was apologizing to her? It
must not have been too traumatic. "You have nothing to
be sorry for, I did leave them out. You know we have
never tried to hide sex stuff from you guys, and I just
didn't think about it."
It was certainly true Bonnie and Cooper had decided
when Misty was a baby that sex would be a non-issue by
just treating it like any other part of life. They had
never locked their door and dozens of times the kids
had walked in while they were going at it. When the
kids would come in they would stop their active
movements, but made no effort to hide what they had
been doing.
They didn't want the kids to think they were hiding
anything. More than a few times Bonnie had been sitting
astride her husband when the kids barged in. She didn't
un-mount but rather dealt with what ever issue had
brought the kids in and then shooed they kids out
before continuing their love making.
During Misty's early teen years she had made a few
comments like "your being gross" and stomped out, but
in the last year or two she had been much more casual
about it. On one occasion last spring, she had walked
while they were in an intense 69 session. She and
Cooper had been too involved to hear here come in; and,
from what Misty said latter, she had watched for
several minutes before announcing her presence by
saying "Do you ever come up to breath?"
But for her to see photos of her mother going down on a
woman and being fucked by anther man, that was
different. Bonnie wanted to find a hole to climb into.
She felt her face flush.
"Then," Misty asked firmly, "why are you ashamed now?
You've always told me to stand up and own my beliefs."
"I just don't want you to think I'm... skanky," Bonnie
replied.
"Mom, I don't even remember the first time I walked in
you and dad having sex. And since then I've caught you
in every position imaginable. I think I was the only
kid in class who knew exactly what oral sex was when we
had sex-ed in middle school. So when I saw those
pictures sitting there it was no great shock that you
were bi, or that dad and you do other people. Did you
not think I knew what that dildo harness sitting on the
floor used for? You've told me a hundred times, sex is
just a normal thing. No big deal. So it was no big deal
when I saw the pictures,"
Bonnie, almost grasping for absolution blurted out, "So
you're not mad? You're OK with it?"
Innocently Misty replied, "Why shouldn't I be. Since
the photos were in full view there is no way this is a
secret from Dad, so if it's OK with him, why should I
care who you screw." She paused a few moments fore
adding "But since we are talking about it, you might be
want to let me know if your going to have that kind of
company over at the house."
This was not what Bonnie expected, who was the parent
and who was the child here? "Why?"
Almost before the she got the word out Misty continued.
"You don't know it, but on the next to last day of
school the High School was let out two hours early.
Mrs. Hendrix dropped Kerri and I off at the house."
"I knew that, you got home about 2:00."
"No, we got home at 12:30 and found you and Jill
cuddled up asleep on the family room floor; naked with
the dildo and harness laying right next to you guys."
"Oops" Bonnie said with a blush. This was worse than
she thought. Misty continued "Good thing I had told
Kerri and some of my friends about the photos, so she
wasn't too shocked. We just went to my room until we
heard Jill leave."
"So do your friends now think I'm a slut?"
Misty smiled "No, they have always thought you were
cool. And now they know you're a bi swinger they think
you are the coolest mom on the planet. Being bi is the
in thing at the high school, for girls that is. Several
of us have been talking about trying it out. You know
Haley and Connie; they have been coming over to the
house since we were in grade school. Well, they
actually made out at Keli's end of school party. They
felt each other up right in front of everyone. They
didn't get naked or anything, but I heard they have
been doing the whole thing the last month, since school
let out, I haven't asked them so I don't know if it's
true. But they certainly aren't the only lesbo couple
and lots of the sexually active girls openly go both
ways"
Bonnie, though relived now shifted her inquiry "What
about Lamar, what does he know?"
"Well the pictures on the hard drive tell the whole
story and I'd be surprised, after telling his bud what
I look like naked, if he hadn't emailed them to his
friends. That is why I thought you should know we have
seen them."
Mortified once more as they turned back onto Collins
Ave. "Your Dad will most defiantly have to talk to him
first thing in the morning"
"I told you he was a little pervert."
"All males are perverts; they just learn to hide it
better as they get older." Bonnie said with a smile.
By the time they had returned to the condo, Cooper was
long asleep in the bed and evidently Lamar didn't hear
them come in over the sound of the TV. He lay on the
couch talking to someone on the cell phone. "Really,
I'm not making this up. We just got here and already
I've seen more tits than any guy in school, like
hundreds of them" Misty looked at her mother and nodded
in a 'Look see I was right' manner. Bonnie put her
finger to her lips to keep Misty from saying anything.
She wanted to see what he would say.
Lamar was silent for a while then seemed to answer a
question by the person on the phone "Yea, it was the
same girl with the great hooters."
Silence
"I'm not sure because when one of the girls asked her
she answered in French, but I think she is fourteen
because it sounded a little like fourteen in Spanish."
Silence
"I don't know. Like I said I could tell they were
feeling each other up, but my dad made us come in
before any good stuff happened."
Misty mouthed 'good stuff' to her mom and then mouthed
'pervert'. "Yea, I tried using the zoom lens on my
dad's camera after he zonked out, but all I could make
out was that two people were near each other. Sucks,
I'm sure I could have gotten to watch them fuck if I
didn't have to come in. I guess those Europeans don't
care who sees."
Bonnie had heard enough. She put down her bags in a way
to get Lamar's' attention. And sure enough his head
pokes up from the couch and he quickly and quietly says
"Gotta go, by" into the phone before telling his mom
hello with an innocent smile.
****
Cooper slept like a log but by morning was refreshed
when he awoke at 7;00 AM. Before anyone else was awake
he headed down to the ground level to the shop that
carried baked goods. He got some fresh croissants,
bagels and some orange juice and headed back up stairs.
Bonnie was just getting out of the shower when he came
back. He immediately noticed the complete absence of
pubic hair. She explained about the swim suits as he
laid out breakfast. She gave her husband a rundown on
the evening and they discussed plans for the day.
Bonnie gave him his orders about talking to his son. He
was sure he did not see any sex play in the pool last
night, but had awakened on the chase lounge with a pain
in his neck and so called Lamar to come upstairs. She
intentionally did not tell him of their daughter's
evident plan to go topless; she thought that would
distract him from his job to lay down the law to Lamar.
By 10:00 the girls had gone out wearing their new
Brazil cut bikini's and cover ups. Bonnie thought they
both looked incredible. With the unlined swimsuits
their nipples were closely clad by the thin fabric, and
with no pubic hair, the bottoms fit like a second skin
clearly defining their labial lips. Misty told her mom
the look was called "camel toe" and was considered very
sexy.
Cooper made Lamar stay for his "talk". He felt like
this was a Mike Brady moment of imparting wisdom, in
other words he felt silly. He decided to avoid the
details and stick to the issue of respecting other
people's privacy. For thirty minutes he explained why
just because he knows something or has seen something
does not give him the moral right to tell all his
friends.
In the end he gave up the efforts at moralizing and
made it clear that the house rules will be firm; until
his friends are 18 he can not share any photos of
nudity that are on the computer or in family photo
albums. Nor may he tell his friends anything about a
family member's sexual activities that might prove
embarrassing. And finally he can not spy on his sister
when she is in the shower. So much for the high ground,
he just made new rules instead.
The first pool area had several dozen, mostly middle
aged and elderly people with a few mothers with young
children splashing in the kiddies pool next to it.
Neither Bonnie nor Misty made any pretense of wishing
to stop before they arrived at the further pool. The
people sunning around the topless optional pool were
considerable younger and better looking than at the
first pool. Bonnie guessed there were a couple dozen
people sunning around the pool and another dozen in the
large pool. Since she expected to see bared breasts,
what surprised her this time, was the fact that many of
the men wore tiny bikini swim suits, several tight
enough to give her a clear view of what lay inside.
She and Misty made their way to a pair of empty chase
lounges and dropped their gear. She did not want to
give herself a chance to back out so as soon as she
dropped her cover up, Bonnie reached behind her back
and pulled the string of her top. It took some effort
to keep her face straight, she wanted to break into a
big smile as she lifted the top over her head and
dropped it into her tote bag.
Her heart was racing and she looked around to see how
many people were staring at her. She got a few glancing
smiles from a couple of unaccompanied men across the
pool, but other than that no one seemed to notice she
was exposing herself in public for the first time. It
was both a let down and a relief.
Looking down to see what Misty was doing, she saw her
top in place - though tiny the top was. It took several
minutes to slather the SPF 15 over their bodies, taking
special care to cover those areas not used to sunny
exposure. They relaxed and lay back to enjoy the warm
sun. Not five minutes passed until a group of four teen
girls, and one boy came out to the pool. As each of the
girls pulled off their cover ups, Bonnie saw not one
even brought a swim top to the pool. She looked over to
Misty and could tell she was watching the girls and was
thinking.
"What ya thinking about Misty?"
Misty sat bolt upright, "I'm feeling like a tourist
from Podunk Hollow."
She got to her feet and said "Here, let's go to the
beach before Dad and the pervert get her."
"Sure but why do you want to go before they get here?"
"Because I won't have the nerve to do this with them
here" Misty answered as she reached behind her back and
undid the bow on her top. She was already heading to
the gate as she pulled the top away from her body and
tossed it on her lounge chair. Bonnie had to mover
quickly to catch up as the gate began to swing closed
as Misty raced out.
Racing to catch up with Misty, Bonnie noticed how tiny
those Brazil bottoms were. Nearly all of the un-tanned
curve of her buns was visible because the fabric was so
thin that for the first few inches it completely
disappeared into the cleft of her ass. She was sure
since her ass was bigger than her girl's she was
showing even more white skin.
Once out on the sand Misty slowed down. The beach in
front of the hotel was in no way crowded. Bonnie hadn't
had time to be apprehensive about racing out into the
outside wearing only her bikini bottoms. Misty began to
chatter away about nothing relevant to the current time
and place. To Bonnie it was evident this was her
daughters way of calming her own nerves about this new
experience.
"I think when we get home I want to cut my hair some.
Yea I think I'll take a couple inches off the back..."
It was only as they began to walk along the sand,
behind a row of hotels, toward the public beach park
did her heart begin to race. As Misty stared unblinking
ahead and chatted furiously, her mother looked around.
At first she caught a furtive glance, then another,
then one, two, six, a dozen brazen stares at the two of
them as they walked. She consciously calmed her
breathing, and wondered why the looks. With all the
great looking topless women they had seen, would the
men be looking at her. But glancing around, she
realized there were no great looking topless women;
only lots of overweight moms and their kids splashing
in the sand. Up ahead she could she a group of teenage
girls tanning topless, but they were laying down and
she and Misty were walking brazenly past their ogling
voyeurs.
"I think that cute guy is watching me," Misty said mid-
stream. "Where?" Bonnie reacted.
"Up ahead to the left." She said with a smile as she
stood up a bit straighter. "Don't look, I don't want
him to know I see him."
"Oh, OK," Bonnie said with a chuckle. It seems that her
daughter never noticed the men falling over to get a
better look, but this skinny kid looking out of the
corner of his eye seems to have brought her back to the
real world.
Abruptly Misty cut left and trotted toward the water.
Turning to run backward she yelled, "Come on Mom, let's
get in the water."
It was not hard to see why that boy (and the men)
looked. Misty's perfectly round breasts, bounced just
slightly as she began splashing in the water.
For the next twenty or thirty minutes they splashed and
playfully teased the growing group of guys. It came as
a surprise to that thought they were the only topless
females in sight when they got in the water, but the
time they left there were a half a dozen pairs of
visible boobs, including one very conservative looking
mom who rolled her one piece down to her waist.
Over the next few days, Bonnie would realize that many
of the women who vacationed on Miami Beach really
wanted to try to topless experience, but would not try
until they saw other women (in their case she and
Misty) do so first.
Bonnie was just about to say it was time to go, when
she saw Misty's "cute boy" up and moving into the
water. Not wanting to disrupt Misty's moment she
quietly slipped beneath the waves and moved away a bit.
When she wiped the water and hair from her face she saw
the boy introduce himself. So instead of going back to
the condo and getting something cool to drink, she
pretended to play in the waves as she watched her
daughter flirt with this scrawny kid. Now, Misty looked
much more naked and vulnerable than she had just a few
minutes ago. Though mom was uncomfortable with Misty
sitting in the sand, her bare boobs inches from this
guy, Misty was clearly empowered.
From her clandestine watch, Bonnie could see Misty was
totally in charge and relishing her newly found
feminine power; however, mother's experience told her
that the key to that power was limiting access. So
despite Misty's protest, they were soon making the walk
back to the condo swimming pool.
Immediately Misty began talking excitedly. "His name is
Steve and he is from a little town in North Carolina
near Charlotte. He is 16 and goes to a private
Christian High School. His dad had a business trip here
and let Steve come along. He is staying in the Nautilus
Inn, which was right behind where we were swimming. He
has been here 2 days and hadn't met anyone before me,
but he is leaving in the morning.
"He'd never been here before and had never even seen a
topless girl before he got here. I told him this was
the first time I'd ever done something like this and I
was really nervous..." and so she went on and on.
Bonnie hadn't realized how far they had walked when
they first came out. She knew by now Cooper would be
really concerned about her where about, she had even
left her.
"...Is that OK?" Misty's words cut into Bonnie's
thoughts.
"I don't know, what should I say?" Bonnie covered the
fact she hadn't been listening as she punched in the
code on the beach to let them back into the condo's
pool area.
"Oh come on Mom, he was sweet and since he's leaving
tomorrow morning you don't' have to worry about me
going crazy."
Bonnie still didn't know the question she tried again
to get the information with out admitting she hadn't
been listening to the last ten minutes of her daughters
chatter. "So what exactly do you want to do?"
"Just to meet him latter, nothing else."
Though she had been hoping Misty would get a boyfriend
for a while, this wasn't exactly what she had in mind,
but she could not just say no. So she would attach
conditions. "Fine, but stay right in front of the condo
and keep your cell phone with you. I want you inside
the gate after dark - OK?"
She and Misty were putting on their bikini tops as
Misty with a slightly annoyed tone said "OK, OK, no
problem."
Bonnie added "And no sex." as she pulled the cover up
on.
"Mom!" Misty half yelled
"I was just kidding" Bonnie lied as they headed toward
the imposing building "I was just giving you a hard
time." She knew how quickly things get out of hand.
They had not gotten all the way in the room when
Cooper's voice demanded "And where have you two been?
I've been worried."
Bonnie gave him a quick rundown of their activities,
leaving out the part that Misty had also left her top
at the pool. 'Better not shock him with that' she
thought.
***
Cooper had been following his wife around for two hours
as she shopped when she decided it was time to stop.
They had been in shop after shop. She had almost hit
him when he had told a clerk that there was no way he
would pay $450 for a plain looking top, even if it were
by some designer that evidently was some big shot in
the fashion world..
It was nice that the kids were old enough to leave at
the hotel. He had made it clear that Misty was to watch
her little brother and they were to be in the room by
10:30. He had been surprised at her visible unhappiness
at these instructions. Bonnie of course knew why their
daughter did not want to watch her brother. Misty had
been in the shower shaving the last of her pubic hair
in order to wear the tiny green and white thong bikini
in preparation to meeting her new friend. Considering
the fact that Misty was not likely to keep the top on
for long, and considering the lustful look she had seen
on the boy's face earlier, it was good Lamar would be
her shadow. She could be sure his presence would curb
Misty's libido and ensure nothing would happen tonight.
After a number shops sporting those outlandish prices,
they come into a shop that looked like a storage shed
inside. Though the cloths looked just like the ones in
the other places the prices were in the $100 range
rather than the $500 range. The shopkeeper looked like
a caricature of all Jewish shopkeepers and even sported
a New Jersey accent as well.
"These are designers' originals," he claimed. "I have a
cousin that gets the extra pieces that don't go to
their boutiques"
Though he did not believe these to be what the
shopkeeper claimed, Cooper, being Mr. Cheep encouraged
his wife to look. She narrowed it down to a sexy white
cocktail dress made of some crape type of material and
a sheer black and red blouse with a lace-up front.
"Well try them on and see how they look," Cooper
suggested. Yes, they were both over a hundred dollars,
but they were clearly high fashion, and not the sort of
thing in the mall.
The white dress was wonderful, but when she step out of
the changing room in the red and black blouse Cooper
knew what he wanted.
The top fitted so that the two sides of the shirt came
several inches apart - held together by the black
lacing so the inner curves of her breast were laid
bare. The rest of the shirt was so sheer that in the
bright light of the store the whole of her breasts were
easily seen. The black and red pattern did make her
nipples less obvious to the casual observer, but if one
ignored the pattern one could see what at first
appeared to be part of the print were her clearly
nipples. Looking at her Cooper could not help but
admire the beautifully round and upright breast that
would have flattered a woman half her age, and she was
his wife. How lucky could he be.
"I think the shirt would be more useful because where
would you wear the dress," Cooper said as she looked at
herself in the mirror. He didn't want to push the point
because in the past if he pushed something sexy she got
aggravated and would not wear it. After a few minutes
posing in the mirror she said, "But I can't see paying
that much, It's just too much."
The shopkeeper who had been mesmerized by her breasts
in the mirror, was jarred from the beauty of a woman to
the beauty of cash said "I tell you what, this blouse
really suits you, I'll give it to you for $95"
Cooper would have said yes in a heartbeat but Bonnie
hesitated, "I don't know."
"OK," he said in desperation. "I'll give it to you for
just barley over my costs, how about $80."
A quick swipe of the Visa latter, Cooper was very
pleased to see his lovely wife proudly walking down the
street in her new shirt, the tube top she had been
wearing, stuffed in her purse. Though the gathering
dusk did not give nearly as much light as did the shop,
she was still on display as she walked down Collins
Avenue. Cooper could feel his penis growing each time
the eyes of by passers lingered on her chest. Now he
wished he'd brought his camera.
They stopped into a variety store and bought a
disposable camera and he used the whole role before
they made it back to the condo. That is not to say they
went straight back, they had a fine dinner and then
asked a cab to take them to the best dancing club on
South Beach.
As is usual for them, Bonnie could dance for hours with
out a break, while Cooper wore out after a few songs.
Bonnie had no trouble finding dance partners. The
dancers were much younger than he and Bonnie and very
stylishly dressed. As to be expected there was a large
representation of good looking Latino guys and ladies.
Her trouble was keeping her dance partners hands off
her tits and up from under her mini skirt when they
grabbed her ass.
A few drinks later that problem was solved, she no
longer tried to keep their hands off her.
Cooper could only intermittently see her as the crowd
ebbed and flowed, but he was sure the he saw at least
three guys cupping her tits and one time it sure looked
like the guy was working his hand up under her short
skirt. Cooper worked his way into the crowd and when he
found her she was up against a pillar kissing him hard
as his right hand was clearly up between her legs. For
a moment Cooper thought this Latino looking guy might
knife him as he tried to cut in, but he saw his wife
mouth "my husband" and the man very quickly melted into
the crowd.
About 1:00 AM their night abruptly ended. Bonnie was
again dancing tongues with a great looking Cuban man.
She could feel his hard tool pressed on her mound as
she rubbed up and down on the smooth leather fly of his
pants. She was just beginning to think she might
actually cum if she kept this up for a while, when
someone hit her on the side of the head. Jerking to her
left she just missed a second blow from a wide eyed,
black haired woman. The man she had been kissing
grabbed the woman's arm as she started a third swing.
The woman was screaming in mile-a-minute in Spanish.
Though Bonnie didn't understand a word she got the
point, she had been rubbing on the woman's boyfriend's
fly.
Almost instantly there where four big men between
Bonnie and the wide eyed, screaming woman. The bouncers
spirited Bonnie to a less crowed part of the club and a
well dressed man began to ask if she was all right.
Now, hardly a minute from when she was wondering if she
would cum, the warm glow of alcohol and sexual pleasure
had completely disappeared; replaced with cold and
shock. A hand went on her shoulder, it was Cooper. She
pulled him tight as they made their way to the exit.
Once out on the street her heart began to slow as they
moved away from the club. Back home in Sparta the
streets are empty at this time. On South Beach, it is
just getting started, even on a Tuesday night. Once in
a cab heading back to the condo, Cooper asked. "What
happened?"
"I don't know," she said slowly. "I was dancing with
this good looking guy, when that she-devil attacked me.
I guess it was her man that was feeling me up"
"Are you OK?"
"Yea, just kind of shocked I guess." Bonnie said then
grinned "Did you see that girl?"
"Just from a distance," Cooper answered.
"She couldn't have been more than 21, big tits and
pretty.. And she thought I was taking her guy. Damn, I
could just about be her mother."
Cooper smiled "See even the young good look girls think
you are a threat. Pretty good for a woman nearly 40"
By the time they flung themselves onto the bed the fear
had been replaced by joviality. They would tell that
story a hundred times. The sex was hot, but not
prolonged, because though Bonnie might look 25, her
body knew she was in her late thirties and was
demanding sleep.
It was past 9:00 in the morning when Cooper crawled out
of bed and got dressed to go to the ground floor for
hot bagels and croissants. No sooner had he left the
condo when Misty bounded into bed with Bonnie. "What
brings you in so bright eyed this morning?" Bonnie said
straightening out her hair with her fingers.
"I had a good night, a really good night." Misty sighed
as she stretched out.
"Why? What happened?" her mom queried.
"I went down to meet Steve on the beach after you guys
left. I was really pissed that I had to keep Lamar with
me, I wasn't sure if dad wanted me to watch him or him
to watch me. But you guys were right, there is
something about being here, if Lamar hadn't been right
with me I'm sure we would have gone all the way"
Bonnie, who had been only half listening, now snapped
to full attention and sat up with a start. "Wait, wait,
did I miss something?"
"Oh, so I have your attention now, do I?" Misty said
with a broad grin. "I said, if Lamar hadn't been right
there I'm sure I would have begged Steve to go all the
way….. to fuck me in me right there in the pool. Got
the point now?"
"That's what I thought you said," Bonnie said calmly.
It is not that Bonnie had not discussed this with her
daughter. Contrary, the long standing agreement was
that whenever she thought she wanted to become sexually
active to let mom know and they would go get her on
birth control. Bonnie had strongly encouraged her last
summer when she thought she had boyfriend to wait until
she was sixteen. As it turned out that relationship
fizzled before getting that far, and now Misty had been
sixteen for two months but had yet to have any guy with
who she wanted to be her first. But now... "Start from
the beginning"
"Like I was saying, I was mad at you and Dad, and then
when Lamar saw my bikini he started leering and asking
if Dad knew I was wearing a thong which made me even
madder. After I threatened to beat him to a pulp, I got
smart and told him that if he told on me, and Dad got
mad, we would not come back here. Of course the little
pervert has liked looking at all the titties so he
agreed not to tell."
Bonnie cut in "Smart thinking."
"Yea, but he saw more than I thought he would," Misty
said then paused.
"Don't worry," Bonnie said. "Your dad and I will be
fine with what ever decisions you make about sex. We've
talked about this since before you were born. So go on,
what happened" Bonnie assured her, even though she was
not sure at all.
"When we got to the pool I pulled off my cover up and
then my top, I thought Lamar eyes would pop out of his
head. I must say with only the little thong on I did
feel naked. I told him now he doesn't have to peek at
me in the shower. All he could say was that I had great
tits over and over again. The perv!!' "I could tell I
was getting some looks from the old men around to pool,
so I headed out the gate and sure enough Steve was
already waiting for me. He was so cute. He tried to act
cool, but his swim suit gave him away even before I got
to him. He got all red and suggested we get in the
water, I'm sure to hide his hard, on.
"So in we went and we splashed and played. I was so
turned on, so I was getting tired of waiting for him to
do something. So I tackled him in the water and made
sure I landed on top so my tits hit his face before I
got up. That seemed to break the ice because after that
he started to cop a feel of my ass or tits as he swam
by, and every time he did I felt a shock go through me,
and I wanted more but Lamar was always there. I
wouldn't be surprised if he got a feel or two in all
the splashing around. I did get a couple of grabs at
Steve's shorts, sticking out like that it was hard to
miss.
"When it got dark Lamar insisted we go to the pool.
Steve carried his towel in front of him to hide himself
and jumpd in right away. The pool was busier than I
thought it would be. It was nice to be with a guy who
spoke English, because I think he was the only one.
Fortunately for me there was a whole group of kids
Lamar's age and soon he was playing with them.
"Oh, before I forget," Misty interrupted her own story
"Did you know the white spots on my thong get
completely sheer when it gets wet?"
"No, I didn't?" mom answered before daughter continued
her narrative.
When I got out of the pool for a minute, I looked down
and the spots looked like windows, I might as well have
taken it off for all it covered. Finally, too late, we
moved from talking and playing to kissing. It sure is
different kissing when your just about naked than with
all your cloths on. Feeling his skin against mine and
nothing to keep his hand from roaming all over me, I
couldn't believe how sensitive my nipples got. I don't
know when the front of my bottoms got moved over, but I
sure knew when he began touching me down there and when
he started fingering me I was all to ready to let him
fuck me right then and there."
Bonnie interrupted her narrative by saying "That's why
I said no sex, I knew you would want to do it faster
than you realized. It is definitely time to get you on
the pill girl."
"Oh yea, it was like someone else took over my body.
First thing I knew I had pulled his shorts down and had
his dick in my hand."
"How big was he?" Bonnie interrupted again
"Mom!"
"Well?"
"Almost exactly the size of your pink vibrator, but it
felt different. Not as hard and I could feel the skin
slipping over the hard insides and it curved up like a
banana. Looking back I guess everyone in and around the
pool could tell what we were doing, I mean the pool is
very well lit at night, so you can see under the water
a lot more than you can during the day. It wasn't like
we were the only couple. When I was outside it I could
see everything that was going on, and several girls
didn't even have their bottoms on. But I didn't care, I
briefly realized that the little pervert had likely
used his goggles to get a better view, but I just
didn't care. I just wanted the moment to continue. I
wanted his dick inside me soo bad."
"So, if you didn't do it, what happened?" Bonnie asked
breathlessly.
"First he came, right in my hand. At first I didn't
know what was happening, he stopped kissing and his
face got red, then he started moving his hips as I held
his dick. I'd seen guys cumming before so I it wasn't
hard to know what was about to happen. I looked down
and could see the globs floating in the water.
Bonnie interrupted again, "When have you seen a guy
cumming?"
"At Jeannette's Valentine's party," Misty replied. "Val
got to bragging how good she is a jerking off guys but
Keli was sure she was the jack off champ. So they both
jerked off their boyfriend's."
"In front of you?"
"Yea, right on the couch in front of everyone, they
pulled Cody and Jack's dicks out and pumped them till
they spewed all over Val and Keli. It was sooo funny.
There was another contest at Keli's but I missed it. I
thought I'd told you about all that?"
"No" Bonnie said "I'm sure I would have remembered. Go
on about last night."
"After that we took a break from making out, at first I
still fully intended to have this be the night I loose
my virginity. As I cooled off and I began to realize
that was not the thing to do. I was saved from having
to make a hard decision when the alarm on my phone went
off, and we had to go in. A part of me wanted to stay
and do it with Steve, but my good sense kicked in and
told l me not to. So we came in."
Bonnie was relived and excited at the same time, "Yep,
time for the pill. So you weren't too frustrated last
all night?"
"I was," Misty answered "Until I got your pink toy and
pretended it was Steve doing me. By the time I was done
I felt pretty good. Though part of me still wished it
had been him, I know it is better to wait until I'm on
the pill and have condoms."
They sat in silence until Cooper arrived with a "Happy
4th of July."
While the kids were eating and watching TV in the
living room, Bonnie told Cooper about their daughter's
evening. For the first time she explicitly told him
that Misty had gone topless the previous day. Cooper
laughed when she asked if he were mad that she had
allowed Misty to take off her bikini top "Bon, don't
you remember, you and Misty left your tops right on the
chase lounges. Of course I knew and she is plenty old
to decide how to dress herself.
After cleaning up from breakfast the family waited for
Bonnie to get ready. Lamar, trying to antagonize his
sister said "Are you going to wear what you did last
night?
Cooper decided to head this off right up front and in
front of Misty told him "Son, I know full what your
sister wore last night, and my guess is she and your
mother will wear the same all day today. We talked
about this yesterday and I do not expect you to treat
your sister with anything but respect. Got it?"
Lamar looked down cast but Misty got a beaming smile.
"Don't smile at me," Cooper said looking at Misty "I
don't like you trying to do things behind my back. You
know I've always supported you and would have supported
you had you made the other decision about that boy
rather than the one I did, but just don't be sneaky.
OK?"
"OK Dad. Just didn't want to upset you. I know it make
you uncomfortable when I do adult stuff," Misty added.
Cooper walked over and gave her a hug "I'll just have
to get over it won't I. I might throw up, but I'll get
over it."
They didn't make it to the pool or beach until near
noon. Mother and daughter wore the matching bottoms
with diamond cut outs and only their see-thru cover ups
down to the pool. Cooper thought they looked extremely
sexy as a matched pair and shot off a few frames of his
camera in the elevator lobby.
With the 4th of July holiday the pools were both crowed
with people. There were a good number of attractive men
and women though the median age was nearer to 40 than
to 20, but there were a good many women with fine
figures that were apparently in their 40's and 50's.
But and as both Cooper and Bonnie noted, way to many
people who seemed too large for their too little
cloths. For every attractive hard body there was at
least two less attractive soft bodies. When Bonnie and
then Misty pulled their cover-ups off well before
reaching the topless pool they were instantly the
center of attention. He had seen Bonnie shaved of all
of her pubic hair and now he saw why, these bikini's
not only had no back but there were cut-outs in the in
the front that left little actually covered.
There was something special about what was clearly a
mother and daughter, that drew everyone's attention.
Not that they were the only topless mother/daughter
pair. There was what Cooper took to be a Cuban mother
and her daughter. The teenage daughter was a little on
the heavy side, but attractive, but he mom should have
put those thirty pound mammaries away before she hit
some one as she swam, all hundred and fifty pounds of
her. There was also a German family with two daughters
that appeared to be the other extreme, very outdoorsy
and extremely firm, but the whole group seems to have
been hit with the ugly stick and the mom's pancake tits
did her no service.
They alternated between the beach and pool. They spent
the afternoon sunning, swimming, reading and snapping
photos. In previous years Cooper had always taken all
the photos, but with Misty in her second year as a
school yearbook photographer, she took many as well.
She took a number of candid photos of her mom flirting
with men as they walked up the beach. Like the first
day the beach crowd was particularly young and
attractive, but even in this sea of beautiful flesh,
eyes followed the Campbell women.
Back at the swimming pool, Bonnie made several
acquaintances at the bar that sat at the far side
between the two pools. It seems each time she went, she
met a new good looking man. It might be this reason or
the fact that that she was sipping on her third glass
of Sangria. On the first two trips she had donned her
cover-up before coming to the open air cabaña that
housed the bar, but this time she didn't' take the time
and sat chatting with a middle aged Cuban business man.
Though the content of the conversation was trivial, the
undertones were enough to keep her nipples at full
attention. She knew he had been watching her all
afternoon. He wore an unbuttoned Cuban shirt, and
smoked a cigar. The full head of hair was back streaked
with gray, as was that on his chest and what spilled up
from inside his Speedo. He wove compliments about her
into the conversation with such grace Bonnie could not
help but be flattered and attracted. As they talked he
made no attempt to hide the fact the fabric of his
swimsuit was stretched taut by a fully erect penis. She
did not know how long she sat there, but she would have
stayed on and on if Lamar hadn't come and insisted she
swim with him.
She played in the water with both her kids and husband
until the long shadows from the condo covered the pool.
But entire time she knew the Cuban man was watching.
Cooper went in to order burgers and fries for the
family as the waited for dark and the fireworks. The
three glasses of wine had worked through her and so she
told the kids to stay and wait for their father while
she went upstairs to potty. Donning her cover up and
sandals she headed in. She knew there was a bathroom
there on the ground floor, but in her heart she was
hoping He would follow. She dared not look behind her
as she walked down the long hall to the bank of
elevators.
There were a dozen or two people waiting, "This will
take awhile" she thought. She turned around and almost
bumped into Him. With a broad smile he motioned to the
lone elevator on the other side of the hallway labeled
Penthouse-Private. Instead of an "up-down" button, it
had a key slot. And from thin air He produced a key and
pressed it into the slot.
In his thickly accented voice he said "Here this will
be faster." With that her heart began to race wildly,
she knew what getting on would surely mean, but the
door was already sliding open, she didn't have time to
think, she just stepped in and the door slid closed.
The elevator was smaller than the public ones. She had
to fight for breath, she had to force herself to speak.
"You live in the Penthouse?"
"Yes, it is very lovely. You may use my facilities or
you may catch the next elevator down, either way will
be faster than waiting down there."
Her mind whirled, 'Was he not going to seduce her?',
'Could she be so wrong about this', 'Maybe she had just
deluded herself into thinking he wanted her?'. But he
erection was still evident in his Speedo., Wasn't that
for her, she thought
"So Beautiful," the Cuban voice came again "So
beautiful for a woman with an equally beautiful grown
daughter; how is it possible? His hand bedecked with
sparking rings reached out and touched her cheek. There
it lingered as an invitation she could not refuse, she
moved closer so that his hand moved down her back and
rested on her bare ass. She was almost but not quite
touching him. She looked into his eyes and knew she was
his.
The door silently slid open to a short hallway with
only three sets of double doors. With out removing his
hand from her, he guided her to the last door and used
the same key. The door swung open to reveal the most
palatial space she had ever seen. There must have been
a thousand square feet of open space bounded on two
sides by glass walls overlooking the ocean. Though the
pool was now in shadow, the light streaming in the room
was brilliant, almost dazzling. The sheen was taken up
by the white marble flooring and all white furniture
spread throughout this magnificent space.
He guided her past several pillars and pointed to a
door on the wall to her left. He pushed her forward and
gave a slight squeeze as she moved toward the bathroom.
Inside her mind continued to move at a frightening
pace. She took in but another room gleaming with chrome
and marble. It was, with out a doubt, the biggest
bathroom she had ever seen. What to do, what to do? She
pulled off her cover-up and sat. When she stood to wash
her hands she looked in the mirror, not just one but a
whole wall of mirrors. Her cover up still lay on the
floor, she slid her bikini bottom down and off and
looked at the images of herself that surrounded the
bathroom. Slowly the words came to her as she looked at
her nude, not perfect, but admittedly attractive nude
body. Aloud she said "will you ever have this
opportunity again?" then answering herself "No, never".
With that she picked up the cover up and bikini bottom
and with a slow sultry walk practiced walking up and
down the bathroom room refining her look with each
circuit, then on the forth circuit she opened the door
and strode out. She was not disappointed. He stood at
the glass door leading to the balcony, holding two
glasses of wine.
She wanted to run, but she concentrated on the slow
sultry walk she had just practiced. She imagined
herself as Raquel Welch swaying her hips from side to
side. She tossed the things in her hand to a chair and
reached for the wine.
She didn't even try to say something witty, but said,
"We need a condom."
And with a devilish grin he said "Just one?" As he
opened the door to the wide balcony. Bonnie made her
way to railing and looked down to the swimming pools
below. The warm breeze from the ocean flowed across her
nudity. She no longer felt confused or apprehensive.
Now she began to explore the pure sensual joy of being
a woman. Even from the 42nd floor she could make out
were her kids and husband were eating. It had been
around 5 minutes since she left them.
Silently He had moved up behind her, wrapping his arms
around and taking each breast into a hand. She knew he
had lost the swimsuit because between her cheeks was
his penis was nestled. His kisses on her neck and
shoulders flowed into her body like a warm stream.
She was facing him. She was burning with an
uncontrolled desire. He lifted her leg and with
practiced skill, parted her lips as his member filled
Bonnie.
That night and for years to come, Cooper would ask for
details of what she had done on that balcony. But she
could only give snippets and broken pieces of detail,
for the next half an hour was truly a blur.
She distinctly remembered when he first entered her,
and she remembered looking down on the family eating
while He drove his tool into her with such a fury that
he bruised her labia. She remembered taking off the
first condom and sucking him hard which had hardly
taken two minutes. She remembered laying on a couch as
he dripped sweat on her as he kept up a furious pace on
her burning cunt, and she remembers cumming hard as he
did her doggie style.
It all happened so fast. No slow warm up. He went at a
frantic pace until both of them lay covered in sweat,
gasping for breath. Finally she remembers the elevator
ride down, leaning a against he wall for support.
Stepping out she felt like everyone knew what she had
been doing as the doors opened and she again used the
walk she had so recently done for him. But this time
she was only mostly nude in her sheer cover-up and
minimalist bikini bottoms. Misty was snapping photos as
she approached the table.
"And what has taken you so long. The kids have eaten
your fries and your burger is cold," Cooper said with
some annoyance.
"Maybe she is like grandpa and it takes her 45 minutes
to go to the bathroom." Misty joked as she took a close
of her mom.
Bonnie plopped herself in the chair. The sweat still
glistened on her body making the cover up clingy, and
where it stuck to her breasts, transparent. Lamar was
again playing with his new friends in the pool as
Bonnie, began to eat her burger. Looking down at her
phone on the table she could see that all that had
happened in about 25 minutes.
Misty was the first to notice it. "Mom, your sweating,
and your cover up is soaked. Where have you been?"
Bonnie finished chewing and casually said "Getting
laid," before taking another bite.
"Yea right," Misty said with an annoyed tone before
jumping in the pool.
"So where have you been?" Cooper asked again.
Bonnie swallowed her bite and said "I told you, I got
laid. I went with that man I was talking to at the bar,
and he did me really good."
"Not really" Cooper said now unsure of what to believe.
Bonnie put down her sandwich, and pulled the cover-up
over her head. "Here hold this" she said as she tossed
the sweater to him. "Believe what you want, I'm sweaty
and sticky, so I'm getting into the pool".
Cooper held the very damp cover up and wondered. 'Did
she really?' That question stayed with him all night,
through the fireworks and as he lay in the bed. As she
told him the story he did remember the man looking at
her, and even saw her talking to him at the cabaña bar.
It was when she called him to the bathroom to show him
that her labia and lips were slightly purple did he
realize that his wife had indeed done a perfect
stranger.
The sex that night was great, but he did have to go
slow as she was rather tender down there.
Early the next morning Cooper got the family moving
because they had reservations for a snorkeling cruise
off of Cape Largo. Once again Bonnie and Misty sported
new pastel thong bikinis; Bonnie's was blue and Misty's
was yellow. Today they did wear tops, and though little
coverage they gave.
"I don't remember these being this small" Misty said
after she had donned her bikini.
It was clear these were smaller the other thongs they
had worn. Bonnie, who was just getting hers on looked
in the mirror. It was so low on her that the to band
lay barley an inch above the top of her cleft. And so
narrow that it didn't even come close to covering the
sides of her mound. Not only that, the material was so
thin that when standing in the bright sun by the
window, it was just the slightest bit see-though. It
did showed every curve in the tops, but the bottoms
were just too small to "camel toe", though this did not
keep the material from outlining the shape of the
Bonnie's clit.
Bonnie asked "Are the too small."
"Not unless you think they won't let us on board?"
They did let them on board and it was very pleasant to
spend a half-day with a number of men who couldn't keep
but sneaking looks the whole time.
After snorkeling though, they really got attention. The
light colors in the bikinis turned completely clear
when wet, leaving only the darker colored edging
opaque. The effect was the dark colors made a frame to
draw attention to what they framed. Thus after their
snorkel their fellow passengers got a real good look at
Bonnie and Misty, thus stroking their egos, which
enviably led to the adventure latter in the afternoon.
The trip was great but exhausting, getting back in the
late afternoon. Cooper, who had been driving while the
others slept, collapsed on the couch. Misty asked her
mom to go with her out for one last shopping trip
before they left in the morning. Cooper reminded them
of their 7:30 dinner reservations.
As the cab pulled out from the condo, Misty turned to
her mom. "I have a better idea. One of the girls told
me of a totally nude beach just up the road. She said
the guys are super fine. Let's go check it out."
Her mom, who thought herself to be unflappable just sat
in stunned silence.
"Come on, Mom. Let's do something really crazy."
The cabby looked in the mirror and said "Where to
ladies?"
Bonnie said "Just a minute."
The cabbie pulled a lever, "meter's running."
"She did say most of the really good looking guys are
gay, so you don't have to worry about anything
happening." Misty went on.
"Do you really want to?"
"Yea, this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity."
Misty begged.
Turning to the cabbie Bonnie asked "How far to the nude
beach?"
"Just the next island over, maybe 10 minutes," he
replied.
"OK, take us there," Bonnie told him, then turning back
to Misty, I cant' believe I'm taking your there.
The cabbie interjected "Oh lots of teenagers go to that
beach, families too."
"Really," Bonnie was surprised.
"Yes, but like your daughter said, most of the fares I
take there are gay men. It's a show off place for them,
and that is what attracts many of the women. They like
looking with no possibility the guy will take it as a
come on. Crazy world." The cabbie added.
"Well we have already done enough crazy stuff for a
year this week," Bonnie said.
"I've been the crazy one mom." Misty said
"And you don't call it crazy going up to the penthouse
with a man I just met an hour before and letting him
screw me while I look down from the balcony as you guys
eat lunch?"
Misty looked perplexed, "You really did get laid
yesterday?"
"Yes, by that Cuban guy you commented about because he
was starring at me." Bonnie retorted.
"Wow. That is crazy." Misty said, very impressed.
"I have never done anything like that in my life, and
you know what?"
"What?"
"I used the same rational that you are using to get me
to go to this nude beach 'Now or never'." And all the
way to the beach Bonnie told her daughter about the
penthouse and how she practiced walking in front of the
mirrors.
The cab let them off and it was just a short way to the
boardwalk over the dune. A sign along the walk notified
visitors that "You may encounter nude sunbathers on
this beach"
Emerging from the thick sea grass that surrounded the
boardwalk, they walked onto a beautiful white beach,
with colorful lifeguard towers, volley ball nets and
lots of naked people.
Bonnie looked at Misty "OK were here."
Misty put down her bag and said "When in Rome..."
Misty had planned this so she had worn her shorts and a
tee-shirt, with nothing on under the shorts as it
turned out her mom had just pulled on a sundress and
had also skipped underclothes (as she usually did at
the beach). So with little effort their cloths fit into
the bag Misty had brought for this reason.
"Now this is a first" as Bonnie began to walk along the
wide beach. It was strange as she realized that she was
only showing a tiny bit more skin now than she had been
for the last three days, but it felt so different to be
completely nude.
Misty's fried had been right, there were some real
Adonis looking guys and more guys hung like horses than
she thought possible. Greased up and mussel bound these
guys were a sight to behold. It appeared that they kept
themselves about half erect as they walked up and down
the beach.
"A moving feast" Bonnie commented to Misty as they sat
in the sand watching the men come and go.
But he guy posers were not the only ones on the beach.
About a third of the people appeared to be middle aged
or older, usually in couples, a few with young
children. That was strange to both of them. And another
third were good looking twenty-something's either as
male-female couples or as groups of girls.
They began walking the beach again "Odd" Bonnie said "I
really expected a throng of young horny guys looking at
the naked girls. But there not here."
"Yea, I got lots more looks on South Beach than I get
here." Misty agreed.
"But the sights are better," Bonnie said nodded to a
couple of exceptionally good looking men, both with
their buff bodies shaved as completely smooth from neck
to toe, as Bonnie and Misty.
Unlike the women, they were swinging a good seven or
eight inches of manhood as they walked.
"Nice to look at, but it might be a bit much to use"
Misty said giving her mom a wicked grin.
A little farther down the beach Misty happily said,
"Ah, finally some admirers. I was beginning to wonder
if something were wrong with us."
They were walking directly toward a group of three,
what appeared to, be college age guys, with all six
eyes fixed on Bonnie and Misty. They could see the guys
were talking about them. Bonnie smiled and said "This
will be fun. The old get'm hard and leave them aching
game.".
Bonnie moved back into her slow sultry walk as she
approached the boys. They are defiantly not from here,
unlike the all over tan most of the people on this
beach had, these guys had very dark tans, except where
swim trunks would go and there they were all stark
white. Bonnie wondered how many people were making the
same assumption about her. As she neared, she made a
point to look each in the eye, then run her eyes to
their cock and then back up to their eyes. This was a
game she hadn't played in years, but she still knew
how. Once upon a time, when she was Misty's age she was
called the "Blue Balls Virgin" for teasing hard, but
never putting out.
It was only when they were almost with in speaking
range did two of the three look away. Bonnie spoke up
at just under a yell "Hey, why you looking away. We've
walked the whole beach before anyone was kind enough to
stare. Come on - WE ARE NAKED!" The one boy continued
with the blank stare, the others looked back, at first
sheepishly and then seeing Bonnie's warm smile they
broke out into broad grins and proceeded to eye both
Bonnie and Misty up and down, but still did not say
anything. So Bonnie continued, "Do you know how let
down I felt when I, for the first time in my life, am
parading around in my birthday suit and no one seems to
even take notice."
Up close Bonnie was pleased to see they were quite cute
indeed sitting on their beach towels. Not in the beefy
football quarterback sort of way, but in the studious
Frisbee golf sort of way. The one who continued to
stare looked to be the youngest, was a little on the
pudgy side and sported a full on erection. The other
two were tall, but at least six feet, and slim. Once
had shoulder length sandy hair and the other a tousled
brown. The blond maintained a flaccid tool, but his
friend, the most endowed of the group, was at half
mast.
The blond, evidently the womanizer of the group spoke
first, displaying a mouth full of beautiful white
teeth, as he did . "I guess you just met the wrong guys
so far."
His buddy looking away again, said, "Yea, gay guys."
The blond got to his feet saying "I'm afraid we got
more attention than we had expected" and he extended
his hand to Bonnie "Hi, I'm Rob". Bonnie took his hand
and said "I'm Bonnie and this is my cousin Misty". At
the last minute she thought it might be too much to
tell them she was her daughter. She hoped Misty would
understand. Rob introduced his friends as Trevor and
Andrew. They were marine biology majors from Texas A&M,
spending the summer at University of Miami doing
research on the reefs. As Bonnie suspected, this was
their first visit to a nude beach.
"Are you going to invite us to sit and have a drink or
do we need to head down the beach?" Bonnie asked as she
put her hand on Rob's arm. He would be her task since
he clearly thought himself in charge of the situation.
Bonnie made up a story that her older sister had
arranged a family Vacation to Orlando for her daughter
Misty's high school graduation and that she and Misty
had just driven down to Miami to shop for the day. She
made a point to slide in the lie that Misty was now
eighteen and that the family would die if any of them
knew they were at a nude beach.
Soon they were sitting drinking Cokes from their cooler
letting the guys talk about themselves (as guys like to
do) and their research. Fortunately both the other guys
were simply too intimidated by sitting by nude women to
do much talking, so it was not so obvious that Misty
was also mum.
Old skills never really are lost and with practiced
polish Bonnie made veiled references to they guys dicks
and to inflame their hopes of scoring. "Oh, I remember
my college days, at Georgia Tech," Bonnie intentionally
gave a fictitious college name so Misty would know this
was all part of the act. "I would have been planted on
that" nodding to the cubby guys still stiff dick "right
off." Then she laid her hand on Rob's hard thigh,
looked to the ocean and sighed "Ah, but the care free
day's of college couldn't last forever. Too bad"
Just as she expected Rob chimed in "They don't have to
be," she slipped her hand slightly further up his thigh
as she turned to him, conspicuously looked down at his
dick which now was showing signs of life then up to his
eyes "You don't think so? But, I said I was married."
He leaned toward her, her hand slid up almost to his
crotch and with his mouth inches from her said, "You
came here behind his back. So why did you come here."
Bonnie now moved away from him still smiling, his dick
now almost full betrayed his act of indifference, "To
see some hot naked men, of course"
He moved back toward her, the back of her hand pressed
on the hard flesh rising from his crotch, "Is that
all?"
"OK, you've got me, I've often fantasized about showing
my body off to guys." She hopped up, away from him and
struck a pose "So, Trevor, should I pose for Playboy so
the millions of guys would look at me? Or are my boobs
too small?"
Trevor turned red, "NO, I think you are beautiful."
Bonnie turned and posed again "Well, Andrew, at 30
years old, is my body over the hill, would young guys
jack off to my pictures?" He nodded and assured her
that guys in his dorm would put her centerfold right
above their bed. Of course she lied again as she had
not been that age for nearly a decade.
Bonnie was feeling full of herself now and made a
tactical error when she said "Rob, if you were my
photographer would you be able to contain yourself; or
would you be overwhelmed by your desire and fuck me
here on the beach?" She dashed a short way and turned
to give another pose. Rob pulled a bright yellow
underwater digital camera from their bag. He said
"Well, we will have to find out, wont we?" With that he
effortlessly rolled to one knee and snapped off three
shots in rapid succession.
She had not seen the camera and had not planned on
this, but her ego would not let her stop.
Trevor spoke up "In addition to being a stuck up pretty
boy, Rob is the best nature photographer in the marine
biology department."
Bonnie grasped for something clever to say to keep
ahead of these boys who had thrown her a curveball. "I
can assure you that these are made by nature" she said
as she cupped her tits for another photo. Soon she was
having a great time playing Playboy model, posing as
Rob shot away.
Rob suggested she walk a little way down the beach and
run toward him. After she'd walked about 100 feet she
turned and was surprised to see Misty at her heels.
Before she could ask what she was doing Misty said "You
said follow your lead." And then the two of them began
jogging slowly back to the guys.
Bonnie, like she was reliving her teen years, threw
caution to the wind and began having a great time
posing for the guys. Misty followed suit and appeared
to be equally intoxicated by the attention. With out
even thinking they moved from individual posing to
posing with the guys in increasingly suggestive poses
until Rob had Trevor shoot he and Bonnie together. She
didn't stop when he cupped her tits or moved her hand
onto his penis, but when he moved his erection between
her legs she put an end to that and she came back to
reality.
She then noticed the shadow the life guard tower was
throwing on the ground, and remembered the dinner
reservations. After a hasty good by and cheek kisses
for all, Bonnie and Misty were running across the beach
puling clothes on as they went. That hadn't gone as she
had planned, but she was sure only Rob had pushed the
limits so Misty was OK. But in the cab they agreed, all
and all it had been fun, not a bad last crazy thing to
remember from this trip. A secret between mother and
daughter.
To be continued...
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