Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 10

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As the catamaran sailed back to James Bond Beach Annika remembered, "This reminds me of the last time we sailed with your father." When Denise nodded her agreement, Annika added, "Perhaps we should ask him to take us out again, maybe we could all go out for a ten day sail."

"That would be fun, and it would get him to take that vacation you insist he needs," Denise agreed.

"Good, since you're agreeable I'll set it up," Annika said happy to have come up with a way to get Ken to take a vacation.

After a few minutes of silence Annika asked, "On an entirely different subject, I'm curious and would really appreciate it if you would tell me about your lesbian encounter with that lady in the Quad? You've talked about it in general and even showed your father a couple of photographs, but what actually happened between the two of you and how do you feel about it?"

Denise gave her mother a brief reiteration of her encounter with Michelle and repeated her confession of willingly reciprocating and giving Michelle the same satisfaction Michelle had given her, which, she confessed, Jackson had documented far beyond the photo she'd unintentionally shown her father.

"Afterwards, what did you think about your first lesbian experience?" Annika inquired.

"To be honest, during it and afterwards I thought it was extremely sensual, enjoyable, and satisfying. I never knew about multiple orgasms, much less that I was capable of having them, until Michelle gave me several rounds of orgasmic bliss."

"You'd never experienced a multiple orgasm before?"

"Not really, that was the first time as far as I remember. Michelle so completely satisfied me that I was not just willing but extremely desirous to return the favor and did everything in my power to do for her what she had done for me."

"Was that a pleasurable experience for you?"

"Extremely so. I loved feeling her jerk and shutter whenever she had an orgasm, especially knowing that I was the reason she was experiencing such pleasure. Afterwards, I felt emotionally close to Michelle and found her physically attractive. It was an interesting way to form a friendship. We still email about getting together again."

"My baby is growing up," Annika said as she stood, grabbed their glasses, and headed to the main deck for refills.

While her mother was away, Denise decided that if she was going to be completely uninhibited, she should also be honest. When Annika returned with their filled wine glasses, Denise asked, "Do you remember when you sent Max to talk with me about my experience with Michelle?"

Annika wondered why that was relevant as she nodded. Denise took a big sip of her wine and continued, "We spent the night together... in my bed."

"You had sex with Max back then?" Annika asked as calmly as possible.

"Yes, mother, many times and many ways, and several times since then," Denise laughed.

"And how did you feel about that?"

"At the time it was exciting and enjoyable, but after a while I worried that I was becoming a lesbian," Denise answered as honestly as she could.

"How do you feel about it now?" Her mother, the psychologist asked her.

"I talked with Will and he talked me through my feelings and reminded me that, and I'm quoting him, having enjoyable sex is just having enjoyable sex and not a lifestyle change."

"Did that help?" Annika asked.

"Yes, especially after he sent me some photographs of several sexy men and asked me what I would think about having one of them in my bed later that night. I realized that my thighs were wet and told him so. He asked how come I was excited about a man if I was a lesbian."

"So that resolved your trauma?"

"Yes, it did. And then Will reminded me of his old saying, 'Why eliminate half the population if you're looking to have sex with someone?'" Denise laughed.

"I like that philosophy. So you're alright about your experience with Max?"

"So much so, that as I suspect you and father knew, when she gave herself to me for my birthday, we only left my bed to eat and go dancing," Denise laughed.

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The moment the catamaran passed the buoys, and not a second before, Annika and Denise put on their bikini bottoms. However, not until a crewmember jumped onto the pier to tie off the catamaran did they put on their tops. They thanked the captain and crew for a great time and Annika left a generous tip before stepping onto the pier to walk back to the beach.

Walking down the pier to head to their lockers where they could shower and change, Denise pointed out to her mother that she'd been insisting that Denise not only act uninhibited but put on demonstrations to prove it and noted that maybe it was time Annika did something risqué.

"What do you have in mind, besides exposing my tits again?"

"I won't tell you until you promise you will do it," Denise giggled and added, "I promise it's not dangerous."

"Okay, you name it, and to prove the point I've been trying to get across to you, I'll do it."

"Like I did earlier, use the public shower to rinse yourself off and to wash out your swimsuit."

Annika smiled and turned toward the same public shower Denise had used earlier. That shower hung from a metal pole over a concrete slab in the middle of an open section of the beach visible from the chaise lounges along the beach and the restaurants, bars, and shops along the back of the beach.

Denise walked toward the back of the beach. When she got to the locker rooms, she turned to see her mother set her beach bag on a bench next to the shower, step onto the concrete slab, turn on the shower, and step into the wide spray of water. Once she was completely wet, she untied her bikini top and held it under the spray before stepping out from the shower. Standing next to her bag, she wrung the water from the little top and draped it over the bag.

Denise looked around and saw many people on the beach were watching her mother's display. Denise fished around in her beach bag and found her camera thinking, "Father might enjoy photographs of this show," as she started taking pictures of her mother's shower.

Annika stepped back into the shower and again let the spray soak her. When she turned to face Denise, she saw the camera. With a big smile and wave, she pulled the bows on each hip and released the bikini bottoms. Again, she let the shower spray soak the bikini bottoms before she walked over to her bag, now wearing only her flip-flops, wrung out the bikini bottoms, and draped them over her bag.

"My goodness, I wish I could be that confident," Denise said to no one as she switched the camera to video and captured her naked mother waving at her.

Annika again returned to the shower and wiped down her body as she stood under the spray. She turned off the shower, turned toward Denise as well as the stores and restaurants on the beach, and used her hands to squeegee the shower water down and off her body. After three full turns at wiping away the water from her skin, Annika stood facing Denise, feet apart, hands on hips, chest thrust forward and smiled as she waited for the sun to dry her body.

Denise took several photographs of her mother posed naked, wet, and wondered, "How can she be so nonchalant when she's naked in front of a beach full of people and the patrons at a dozen stores, bars, and restaurants?"

Annika was ready to give Denise another surprise. She walked to the bench where she'd placed her bag, but rather than taking out a towel, she shoved her bikini inside the bag, picked the bag up, and walked toward the locker room and Denise who was still taking pictures of her mother walking naked across James Bond beach with dozens of people watching.

When Annika reached her daughter she asked, "Did that adequately make my point?"

Denise nodded in awe.

"Remember, all we want is for you to enjoy the bounty that God and your father's and my good genes have given you."

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Risqué Teasing

Once they were inside the locker room, Denise decided to forgo her shower and both ladies quickly changed into their shorts, skirt, crop tops, and sandals before walking to the bus stop to catch the shuttle bus to the Villa on the Cliffs Hotel.

While they were waiting for the hotel shuttle Denise said, "Mother, you are amazing. How did you find the strength to be naked in front of dozens if not hundreds of people?"

"Denise, if you think about it, it's not the number of people that matters. You once danced topless in front of thousands of people and tens of thousands more saw a photograph of you topless. How did you find the strength to do that? Earlier this afternoon you were naked, and yet you walked out of the sea as a hundred people not only watched, they photographed you. How did you find the strength to do that? Moreover, later, you were naked as you drank wine and chatted face to face with forty-five other people. How did you find the strength to do that?"

Denise thought and finally said, "I don't know. I guess I knew it was a goal, something I wanted to do, to accomplish, so I focused on accomplishing my goal."

"Now, for the difficult question. How difficult was it to model your clothes for your father yesterday and then to show him your photographs?"

"Oh, I was shaking, I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. It was one of the scariest things I've ever done."

"That's because you love your father and respect his opinion. You were afraid he wouldn't respect you for posing for those pictures, or would criticize you for acting like a slut, or worst of all, tell you he thought you were ugly."

"Oh my goodness. Yes, that was it," Denise squealed in recognition of the truth in what her mother was telling her.

"It's not how much of yourself you reveal, or how many people to whom you reveal yourself that matters. What matters is how much you respect or care about the opinion of those that are watching."

"Oh my! I'm going to have to consider that."

The bus arrived and they rode up to the hotel in silence. Denise contemplated her mother's lesson, Annika wondered how much Denise respected Will's opinion and how much it would set her back if he criticized her. For now, he was a faceless Internet friend. Denise might be able to accept his criticisms, but when they meet and undoubtedly become friends and probably even lovers, how would his criticisms affect her?

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As soon as they were back in their hotel suite, Annika called room service and asked them to have Carl bring a plate of cheeses and fruits and a bottle of Pinot Grigio to their room. As she had the day before, she stripped off her clothes. This time Denise followed her mother's lead except she left on her three-inch heeled sandals. When Carl knocked and announced he was from room service they walked over and stood in the doorway.

Annika opened the door and Carl's jaw dropped and he stammered, "Holy crap. You're twins!"

"Please come in," Annika instructed, then smiled, pointed to the cocktail table, and asked, "Would you be kind enough to place the tray on the cocktail table and open the bottle of wine for us?"

Carl obliged and again followed the normal etiquette for opening a bottle of wine. Once he filled their glasses he looked down to his shoes, the first time he'd looked at anything other than their exposed breasts and slits, and, holding onto the cell phone he'd retrieved from his pants pocket, asked, "Could I have a photograph standing next to either of you?"

Denise reached for Carl's cell phone, "I'll take the picture, just show me what I need to do. Will that be alright A-One?" Wanting to maintain as much anonymity as possible, she used her father's private nickname for her mother.

"Of course," Annika answered and with a big grin added, "And then I'll take a picture of the two of you."

Denise's clever little plan had boomeranged, but if her mother was going to go through with this, so was she.

Once Annika was in position and posed, Denise announced, "If everyone is ready, say cheese," and pressed the shutter icon on the phone, which in turn made the sound of a camera shutter opening and closing as it recorded the scene.

"Okay let's change places," Annika instructed as she quickly came over and took the phone from her daughter. Denise pointed to the shutter icon and went over to take her mother's place next to Carl. When everyone was in position Annika held up the phone and said "Smile," just before she pressed the shutter icon.

As Carl beamed, the phone again imitated the sound of a camera's shutter. Annika stepped forward holding Carl's phone out for him. He took it from her and again looked down at his shoes and asked, "Could I have one of the two of you together. To prove there really are two of you."

Annika laughed, "It's not enough to show your friends two pictures of you with a beautiful, big busted, naked, Jamaican woman, you have to have proof that there were actually two girls?

"Denise feeling the pride she felt when Harold had asked her to pose topless for a picture so he could prove to his grandson that he'd met the girl on his poster, said, "Oh, let him take the picture so we can get this over with and drink some wine."

Annika stepped next to her daughter, put her arm around Denise's back, and thrust her chest out. Denise did the same and said, "We're ready, go ahead and take the picture."

The camera clicked and Denise stepped over to Carl and with her hand on his shoulder guided him to the door saying, "Thank you Carl. I'm assuming that the photos are sufficient compensation. We'll be sure to ask for you if we need anything else. Good afternoon." Then she smiled and closed the door behind him.

"Sometimes I'm totally amaze by your complete confidence and utter competence," Annika announced with a huge smile on her face.

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