The Caribbean Experiment – Chapter 3

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“What do you mean you have to go back to Paris?!  Jacque!  Your damn CEO can’t do anything without you, and now he is going to ruin our holiday!” I yelled as I slammed the patio door and stormed out to the pool.  Jacque trailed behind me meekly with what would be his attempt to mollify my anger.“Jean; it will only be for a few days and I will be back on Monday. Jim has promised to make this up to me and he feels bad about it.  There is just a major issue with the Board of Directors that he needs my help getting straightened out,” he said as a start to his appeasement.“What about the party we were going to have on Saturday?  You were going to do all of the cooking?”“I think you should go ahead and have it without me.  Your guy friends and their wives will be gone after this weekend so it will be Saturday or never.  I have already contacted a caterer to do the food and I will make sure that Jim pays for it,” Jacque argued.“I don’t know if I am comfortable having it without you here.  Seems kind of strange.”“Well, maybe Paul and Jen would help you host?” he offered.“Let me think about it.  Damn, I am pissed at you for this!  But it will all be a moot point anyway if I can’t convince the wives to come.  Jen and I are going to walk down the beach now to meet them and try our best to allay their concerns.  I guess I will decide on the party once we find out if they will come.  When are you leaving me?”“The car service is picking me up at one this afternoon,” responded Jacque.“OK.  I am going to go meet up with Jen for a walk.  I will be back before you leave,” I said as I got up to get my walking Shanti pants, my sunhat and a large beach cup of mimosa.  I was going to want many more of these to drown out my current anger with Jacque and his incompetent CEO.As I made my way to the property line dune that marks the nude-villa to beach transition, I wondered if I would keep up Jacque’s ‘villa rules’ while he was gone.  It had been a fun thing to do together but I was unsure if I wanted to keep it up without him here.  I donned my shanties and hat and started off to Paul and Jen’s villa for our morning topless walk together.Jen greeted me at the gate to their villa at the beach.  She had obviously been working on her topless tan as her tan lines had faded significantly over the last couple of days.  Her body glistened with sunscreen and was as amazing as ever.  The pectoral muscles in her chest beautifully highlighted the transition to her perfect, and now more tanned, breasts. “Uh oh.  What’s wrong?  You don’t look happy!” she said as soon as she saw me.I recounted for her the fact that Jacque was being called back to Paris for a few days and how pissed I was.  “Let’s go for our walk.  Maybe it will calm me down some,” I said as I took a long gulp of my mimosa.“Are you still going to have your party on Saturday then?” she asked as we started our walk down the beach.“I don’t know.  I am very conflicted about it.  On one hand, I want to make it an amazing party that Jacque will be jealous he missed.  On the other hand, I really don’t want to do it without him.  Either way, if we can’t convince the wives to come, we don’t really have a party anyway.”“Well,” started Jen as she reached out and took my hand in hers as we walked.  “Maybe you should introduce me to the wives as your girlfriend.  Think that might make them less intimidated?” she asked.I felt a surge of blood rushing to my cheeks and an overall pride well up inside of me.   I loved walking topless and hand-in-hand with Jen in public and my smile felt like it was spreading across my entire face.  “Maybe,” I responded.  “Let’s give it a try.  But I love holding your hand anyway!”She leaned into me and squeezed my hand as we made our way to the more crowded section of the beach to find Scott, Brandon, Eric and their wives.  Watching the people watching us was a fantastic feeling.  I loved that we were being watched and I was very proud to be seen with Jen.We finally spotted Scott further down the beach and I pointed him out to Jen as we walked.  We slowed our gait to give the group time to see us talking and walking close together as we approached.  Scott was the first to notice us and he did a double-take as he saw me holding Jen’s hand as we walked.  “Hey Scott,” I said, smiling internally and externally as we got to the group.  “This is my girlfriend, Jen.”“Uh… hi Jen.  It is nice to meet you.  Jean didn’t mention that she had a girlfriend,” Scott said as he looked my way and smirked.  “Come on over.  Let me introduce you to everyone.”We moved over to their beach chairs and everyone stood up to greet us.  Jen and I continued to hold hands as an advertisement for the wives and I tried to gauge where they were with the fact that Jen and I were standing topless in front of them holding hands.  “Jean, this is my wife isvecbahis Julie, Brandon and his wife Nicole and Eric and his wife Pam.”  We all shook hands pleasantly as we were introduced.“And this is my girlfriend Jen,” I said putting my hand on her bare back with pride.  “We really hope you all can come to our party on Saturday.  It will be fun, and we are looking forward to it.”  All three of the wives were attractive middle-aged women who obviously spent time getting in shape before their vacation.  They all wore modest swimsuits but looked fit and much younger than their ages.“We are just not sure we can do the clothing optional thing and be as daring as the two of you,” responded Nicole.  “A party would be a great way to end our vacation, but to be honest, we are on the fence.”“You don’t have to be naked!  Optional means optional and you will not be judged one way or the other.  The beautiful thing about being a nudist is the acceptance of the individual and it can be a very freeing and relaxing thing.  One thing you won’t have to worry about is Jen and I being interested in your husbands,” I said as I grabbed Jen’s hand again and held it up for the wives to see.  “Maybe what you could do is use this party as a way to wear that sexy outfit that I bet your husbands have been asking you to wear that you never would otherwise do in public.”“I thought of that too,” piped in Pam.  “Eric has hounded me to go braless in a sheer top for ages and he packed one on this trip hoping I would wear it.  I think we should go, girls.”“OK, I’m in too,” added Julie.  “Be gentle with us though, Jean,” she said with a smile. “What can we bring?”“I am so excited that you will come,” I said.  “Bring nothing.  Ah, except for those sexy outfits.  We will take care of everything else.”We hugged all of the wives and said our goodbyes.  I gave Scott a knowing smile and a wink as we finished.  ‘Mission accomplished.  I guess we are having the party after all,’ I thought to myself with some satisfaction.With that finished, Jen and I headed back up the beach, holding hands again as we went.  I felt so comfortable with her as we paraded passed the groups of beachgoers and I reveled in the looks we got along the way.  I felt extremely proud to be with her.We got back to Jen’s villa a little before noon and she invited me in for a lunchtime cocktail while we filled Paul in on our walk to see the wives.  I knew I had to get back to see Jacque before he left for the airport, but I was still pissed at him and he could wait.  We gave Paul the details of our walk and the fact that we presented ourselves as girlfriends to try and convince them to come.  Paul smiled when we told him and said, “That is sexy as hell.  I love it!”Jen poured us tall glasses of Prosecco and sat down next to me on their patio.  “So, are you still OK with having the party without Jacque?” she said.“I guess so,” I responded.  “I think if the wives were less enthusiastic, I would have canceled.  But I am so angry at Jacque I want to make this an amazing party so, yeah, I am more than OK.  But I am going to need your help.”“Between the two of us, we will act as your surrogate husband while he is gone.  Just ask and we are on it,” replied Paul.  “Speaking of Jacque being gone.  Jen and I were planning on going on a date to the casino tonight.  Since you are now going to be alone, why don’t you come with us?”“That might be a fun way to spend a Friday night,” I said.  “The only problem is that we did not plan on going out while we are here, and I only have one outfit I could wear.  I will see if I can make it work.”“I am sure whatever you wear will be sexy and beautiful,” he replied with a wink. We spent a while making plans for the party before I had to make the walk back to say goodbye to Jacque.  “I have to get going now,” I said.  “I want to make sure Jacque and I can talk before he leaves.”“I’ll walk up with you,” said Jen as she got up and took our empty glasses to the kitchen.  I said goodbye to Paul, and we walked out to the beach where Jen took my hand again.  “Actually, I just wanted another excuse to hold your hand.”“You may hold my hand anytime and anywhere!” I exclaimed.  The novelty of holding Jen’s hand in public had not yet worn off on me and the tingle I felt in stomach felt real and wonderful.  I never imaged being able to enjoy these feelings with another woman. “I do have a favor to ask you though,” Jen started.  “I am in awe of your confidence in being an exhibitionist and it is something that I can’t do, at least not yet.  Paul is always trying to get me to be an exhibitionist in public and I keep disappointing him.  So, my favor is this:  would you be my stand-in tonight when we go to the casino and allow Paul to realize some of his exhibitionism and candaulism fantasies?”“He has already seen me naked isveçbahis giriş multiple times so am I to assume you don’t mean me exposing myself to him tonight?  He would want me to expose myself to other people at the casino?  Is this something that would turn you on too?” I asked.“I think his fantasy is to be a participant in a night full of public exhibitionism and play,” she replied.  “Ever since you told us about the games you and Jacque play on holidays, he has been pestering me to do the same thing with him, but I just can’t be that person for him yet.  And I don’t know if I would be more turned on by watching you or by watching him get turned on by watching you, if that makes any sense at all.  Maybe we will find out,” she said with a wry smile.“Well, this certainly raises the stakes for tonight considerably.  I have never done anything like that with anyone other than Jacque and I can’t guarantee how far I will be comfortable going.  But, sure.  Let’s add another experiment to my growing list this holiday.”We arrived at the property line dune and stopped.  I put a hand to her cheek and pressed my lips to hers.  The sudden rush of desire and heat I felt the night before in the kitchen came rushing back.  Her soft lips accepted mine as our tongues started to dance.  Jen put a hand on my breast sending a shiver down my spine as we continued our kiss.“I want more of that,” I said as I pushed myself away from her as I savored the sweet flavors from her lips.  “But I have to get Jacque out the door now.”  I pulled my Shanti pants off and crossed the villa line, naked, and turned back to her while blowing a kiss.  “Until next time, beautiful.”“I have much more than that to give you, my beautifully naked Jean,” she said with a sultry look on her face.  “By the way.  Please don’t tell Paul I asked you for a favor tonight.  If you decide to do anything, I want it to be organic.”“I promise,” I said as I turned to make my way to the villa.  I could not help but revel in the pang of arousal and desire I felt for Jen.  It wasn’t just her amazingly beautiful and fit body but was also an inner connection I felt as we touched and kissed.  I had never felt this way before with a woman and I was eager to explore these feelings.I turned and walked to the villa and found Jacque talking on his smartphone in the kitchen.  I poured a glass of champagne and headed back to the patio to think about the possibilities for tonight while he finished his call.Jacque soon finished and rushed out to join me.  “I know you are pissed at me.  Please know I am just as upset as you are and I will make it up to you.  I promise.” He groveled.“I know it’s not your fault, but I was hoping it would be different this time,” I replied.“That was the caterer on the phone.  I was working out the details with them.  Have you decided if you are still going to have the party while I’m gone?” he asked.“Jen and I were successful this morning in convincing the wives to come so, yes, Jacque.  I am going to have the party without you.“I deserve that sarcasm,” he replied apologetically.  “I know I have no standing at the moment to say this, but I am going to say it anyway.  I have loved watching you this week as you followed the villa rules and conducted your little exhibitionist experimentation.  I think you should keep doing it while I am gone.”“Are you sure Jacque?” I asked.  “Are you sure you are OK with anything that might happen as a result?”  Deep down I wanted to keep up my experimentation on my own.  In fact, I was already planning on it for tonight.  But I could easily have stopped while he was away if he wanted me to.  “I have your permission to follow an experiment to its logical conclusion without you there?”I knew the answer to my question before he spoke as his cock foretold his true feelings on the matter. “My feelings have not changed.  I want you to experiment and find how exhibitionism turns you on and then, if you want, to act on what is turning you on and experience it. There is no difference for me whether I am there or not,” he said as his cock completed its rapid rise to full attention.“Well then, Jacque,” I said as I reached out and grabbed his erection.  “I will continue the villa rules and my experiments, but I cannot promise you that anything will happen, if that is what you want.  Conversely, I cannot promise that nothing will happen.  All I am willing to do is follow a course as far as I am comfortable.”“I understand.  But it might do you some good to stretch your comfort zone a little.  You don’t need it, but you have my permission to do anything you desire,” he said as he leaned over and kissed me.  “The chef and bartender will be here around four in the afternoon on Saturday to get the bar set up and do the cooking and they will both stay as late as you want.  They are under isveçbahis yeni giriş orders to provide for any and all requests no matter what.  There is no budget.”With that, Jacque stood up and said, “Give me a hug before I go.  My car to the airport will be here any minute so I need to grab my things and get going.” I stood up and we hugged that tight loving and reassuring hug that long-term partners have learned to use.  “I am pissed that you are leaving me.  Who is going to enjoy my exhibitionism while you are gone?” I tweaked him while knowing full well who might be his surrogate.  “one last chance to tell me to cool it while you are gone.”He hugged me tighter then kissed me while pushing me back to look at me.  He scanned my naked body from head to toe, and then back up again.  “I would never want to cool off someone as sexy and beautiful as you are.  I can’t wait to hear the lab reports from your experiments.”“I love you, Jacque.  Be safe and come back as soon as you can to get the full report.”With that, he left me at the pool on my own for a long weekend.  I lounged for a while enjoying the ocean breezes and champagne.  I closed my eyes and thought about what might happen on my date later, hoping for more intimate time with Jen and wondering how I could fulfill some of Paul’s fantasies.  The kiss with Jen had not left my mind and I craved for more. As I drifted in and out of a peaceful poolside sleep, my phone buzzed with an incoming text from Jen saying we should leave around seven that evening and that they would order an Uber. ‘Absolutely not,’ I texted back.  ‘Jacque has a car service and he will be paying for our ride so I will pick you up!’I went inside to check on what I would be wearing on my date.  The only outfit I had to wear to the casino was one that I had not planned on wearing outside of the villa.  I bought it just for this trip and had yet to wear it as it was intended as a sexy outfit for a private dinner with Jacque and not for the entire world to see.  But, with the villa rules in play, there was not going to be an outfit needed for dinner.  ‘Might as well put this to use,’ I thought to myself. It consisted of a short mini-skirt and a spaghetti strap top with a plunging neckline made out of a very thin bright red silk fabric.  There were three buttons at the bottom of the neckline starting below my breasts down to the bottom of the top that secured the top closed, but I was certain that the slightest movement would offer a significant view.  The depth of the neckline negated a bra and the thin fabric clung to my body giving a clear outline of my breasts and nipples.  The skirt was short with frilly edges and just barely covered a thin black thong.  There was no way I would wear this in public at home.The car arrived a little before seven and Jacque’s driver came to the door and introduced himself.  Roberto was a short younger guy but looked quite attractive.  As he escorted me to the waiting car, I could feel his eyes looking at me.  ‘This dress is going to be interesting,’ I thought to myself as I got into the back of the sedan.  As we drove to pick up Jen and Paul, Roberto was looking at me in the rearview mirror.  “Pardon me for saying this madam, but you will be the most fashionable woman at the casino.  Most of the American patrons there do not dress up and you will put them all to shame.”“That is certainly a shame,” I said.  “But thank you.  I think my friends will be dressing properly as well, so I think I will have some fashionable company.” As we arrived, Paul and Jen were waiting outside of their villa.  They were, indeed, dressed appropriately.  Paul looked smart in a crisp white shirt and a well-tailored jacket and Jen was wearing a very sexy little black dress that highlighted her amazing and growingly tanned body.  They were a very sexy couple.We arrived at the casino and Roberto opened the doors for us.  “I will be here whenever you are ready to go back home, Ms. Jean,” he said as he helped me out of the car. As we entered the front doors of the elaborate casino hotel, I realized that Roberto was right.  Most of the patrons looked like they just stumbled down from their rooms in their shorts and t-shirts. But as we walked in side by side, I started to feel excited about what might happen here.  I had not thought much about our date on the drive over but now I began to get a tinge of flush in my face as we walked together.  I could feel my breasts moving under the thin fabric of the top and my nipples began to harden with anticipation, and I wondered what Jacque would think about me wearing this outfit in public. ‘Too bad you can’t see me here, Jacque,’ I thought to myself.    We found our way to the main club and dance floor and tried to find a place to sit but it was packed, and the DJ was in full swing.  The only table we found was a high-top near the back facing a bank of tables between us and the dance floor. Jen excused herself to the powder room, so Paul and I took up places facing the tables and ordered the first round of drinks.  

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