MICHELE’S NEW LIFE – CHAPTER 52B

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MICHELE’S NEW LIFE – CHAPTER 52BCHAPTER 52B: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: TRAVELIt was a very exciting morning as we pulled the last details together before heading for the airport. It always was when we were going to the island in general, but especially to the estate. Adding to it was that this was Helen’s first visit to either the estate or the island. As much as I have always been thrilled by my times on the island and at the estate, I was even more excited to be able to share the pleasures that awaited us with my now legally, officially documented, sister. This was so strange to all of us, but that piece of legal paper transformed an already strong personal connection and somehow made it even more so. None of us, including Helen, could put point to the exact reason for it, but we all felt it. Perhaps just the simple detail that the relationship wasn’t just a function of our emotional connection, but now a bond recognized by the system. I don’t know, somehow that sounds hokey, but … there was a difference. And that difference was a wonderful addition.We all packed our bags to include the items we wanted, but, as was typical and even Helen was now used to it, Tim also had his say about what else was included. And what he included was very predictable and always created a stir in our bodies in the anticipation of how, and in what circumstances, they would be used.The twist this time was that the dogs were going with us and that certainly wasn’t going to work with one of our cars. We would need to take one of our cars and Mom’s truck with the kennels loaded in the box. Mom and Helen came behind us and we drove directly to the charter terminal. We had all the luggage in the car and Mom’s pickup had the kenneled dogs. We parked in the small lot that served the terminal used for private planes. A man came out of the main door and asked if we were the Hawkins group for the Rodriguez jet. Confirming that we were, he had a motorized cart brought over for our luggage and the kennels. We each took our respective dogs out of the kennels and put them on leashes, mostly for their safety in this strange place with all the surrounding noise. Assured that the luggage and kennels would be loaded onto the plane, we took our carry-on and the dogs into the door of the terminal, checked-in at the lobby and were directed to the waiting area. With about 30 minutes to spare for the expected arrival of the plane, we took the dogs back outside and across the road to let them do their business before the approximately three hour flight to the island.Helen was full of questions. Her experience with air travel was only our trip to Key West and those were commercial. This was an entirely new experience for her, waiting in a quieter and less congested part of the airport and anticipating a jet that was dedicated solely for us, then flying non-stop to the island airport without transfers and connections. And, no rental car hassle, I was confident that we would be met by Anthony to be taken to the estate on the other side of the island.We were all dressed in sundresses with spaghetti straps, a little support in the bodice, and the hem of the skirt at the mid to low thigh range. All the skirts were light material and tended to get caught in the wind, just the way Tim like them. Of course, none of us wore any underwear which made standing outside with the dogs a little more interesting. We wore heels but no stockings.Back in the waiting area off the lobby we were quietly talking, periodically glancing out the window to the tarmac whenever the noise level changed. Then, the terminal manager called out, “Ms Hawkins?”All three of us replied, “Yes?” and stood up. Tim laughed and also responded, “You’re going to need to be more specific than that.”The guy laughed, suddenly realizing that it wasn’t the Hawkins group as much as the Hawkins family. “Okay, then, Michele Hawkins.”Already standing, I walked over to the counter. He looked up as I approached but I merely smiled at him. It wasn’t as if the way I often dress doesn’t get that reaction from guys. He slid a folded piece of paper to me which had the edge stapled. On the outside was typed, ‘For Michele Hawkins if approved by Tim Hawkins’. I looked at him questioningly and he smiled, “I received a text from Mr. Rodriguez stating to type up the instructions contained inside and what to put on the outside.”“So, you know what the instructions are?”His smile grew larger, “Yes, Ma’am, I sure do.”As I slowly walked back to where everyone was seated, I considered all that I knew: Mr. Rodriguez, instructions to be approved by Tim, and it creates such a big smile on that guy. I was already anticipating what this was before I handed the paper to Tim.He pulled it apart at the staple and read the information. A smile formed on his face. He looked to Mom and then to Helen, “You’ve heard about these trips involving Michele and her submissive side.” He then turn to me, “Here you go, dear. Carlos’ first request and he isn’t even here.”I take the sheet of paper and read it, ‘Michele, dear, if you are reading this message from me, Tim has already consented with the request contained in the following: Tim usually has you dress in a dress and no underwear for this type of travel. I am assuming that is how you are now dressed as you are standing in the lobby/waiting area. Take off your dress now as you wait for my jet to arrive. Carry the dress onto the plane. Do NOT pack it into your luggage as you will need to put it on to get through the customs check upon arriving on the island. Once on the plane, you will remain naked and your seat is to be the one custom modified for you. And, finally, once you are undressed, take this note back to the manager at the counter and ask if he could dispose of it for you. Enjoy the flight, Michele. I have missed you.’Tim was watching me and was smiling. I put the message on the seat I had been using, Mom snatched it up immediately and huddled with Helen so they could both read it. I heard Helen’s reaction, “Oh my god.”My hand was already behind my back to lower the zipper as I turned to her exclamation. I merely smiled at them both as the zipper reached the bottom and I slid the straps off my shoulders and stepped out of the dress. As Mr. R had presumed, I was now naked except for my high heels. I made a show of folding my dress and carefully laying it on the next seat, the only person standing and certainly the only one naked in the large room. I did exactly as requested, knowing that not only was my family watching to see how I handled this, but that Mr. R may just as easily follow-up with this manager to confirm my compliance. Besides, it was exciting and still a safe, restricted exposure. I walked up to the counter and could see the man look over my body from top to bottom. Well, maybe not; I am not sure he ever got as high as my head or as low as my knees. But I was sure he noticed how my walk in the high heels caused my breasts to jiggle as I took each step. I then returned to sit with the others, making sure my ass moved provocatively.It wasn’t long before we heard the distinct whine of a private jet outside. Helen was out of her seat and at the window in a flash watching the plane approach, come to a stop outside, the engines stop and the portable stair pushed up to the side of the plane. The door was opened and a familiar person came out and stood at the top of the stairs, Marie. As Marie came through the doors, Helen was already there and waiting for her. They each opened their arms and took the other in for a warm and pressing embrace followed by lip kissing that had to turn the watching manager on just watching. Not only was I naked, but these other two women were clearly lovers and not ashamed to display it. What he didn’t realize is that we were all lovers, the only difference among us was my submissiveness being displayed.Marie made her way around to all of us. Now that she was a willing and eager lover to our entire family, the greetings took a little longer as the hugs were more consuming and the kisses were far more passionate. “Michele, I have to assume that even you wouldn’t come to the airport without clothes, so I assume Carlos is already providing some guidance for your travel to the island.”“True, but he also included a comment that he misses me.”“Yes, I am sure, but I will share this small bit for now: he perhaps misses you a little less than he might have been since I have been home.”“Marie, have you? How did it go?”“I will share more once we are in the air, but it was wonderful. And, with Anthony, too.”“Then, let’s get going, I can’t wait to hear more about it.”I took my dress from the seat and put it carefully into my backpack which I was using for my carry-on. I then put my arms through the straps, picked up Cody’s leash and followed Marie to the door and the waiting plane. Helen stopped me by putting a hand on my arm, “Michele, what about the ground crew? You’re really going out to the plane naked?”Tim walked between us and put his hands on our backs to guide us out the door but turned to Helen as we did, “That is part of what these trips can be like for your sister. Carlos enjoys her submissive side and pushes the boundaries some times, but it is always up to me if it complies with my understanding of her limits and boundaries. Helen, you’ve really only seen your sister as my wife and partner. You didn’t see her on the houseboat or her other excursions as a submissive. This may be merely a vacation for us all or a chance for you to witness the other side of your sister. That will largely depend on what Carlos has planned.”Helen was watching me as Tim said all that. “I have heard about the submissive side, but now that I see what could happen it is quite a turn-on. I can see in your eyes and slight tension in your body, Michele, that you are not completely comfortable even if at a distance it might appear otherwise. You have to be an amazingly erotic sight, a naked woman walking on the tarmac to the plane wearing a backpack and leading a dog on a leash.”I looked at her as Tim dropped back to be with Mom and Marie, “Yes, dear, I do feel some tension and self-consciousness. But, that is also where the stimulation comes from, realizing how out of place my behavior is. Our group is walking normally from the building to the plane, except for my appearance. I am singularly out of place with my nudity among you all being dressed. Remember Key West, the psychological and emotional aspects of exhibitionism. Being pushed to do something like this is a tremendous stimulant.”When we got to the stairs, she let me go first. I noticed one of the pilots was waiting at the top to greet us and one of the ground crew was near the bottom, pausing as I began going up. Pausing, certainly, to get a much better view. I then realized the reason for Helen letting me go first, she put her hand on my bare ass and stroked it.I shook my head, “It’s not enough that I am the only one here naked, but you have to draw even more attention to my bare butt?”At the top of the stairs, we are greeted by the pilot awaiting us, “Good morning, Ms Hawkins. I recognize the entire party except for this lovely woman.”“Of course, this is Helen, my sister.”“Everyone’s passports are current and in your possession?”“Oh, yes. We’re all set and looking forward to our stay on the island.”“Wonderful. The weather has been nearly ideal. Well, Helen, welcome onboard, it is always a pleasure to have your sister travel with us.”“Does she always travel like this?”“I can’t think of a time when she hasn’t.” He chuckled, “But, if she has traveled with us clothed, perhaps I am just blocking the memory.” They both laughed and I was pleased that Helen was relaxed with the situation now. I was already stepping into the cabin but had to smile at the comment, too.Once we were all onboard with the dogs settled in one area with several layers of blankets on the floor for their comfort, I approached the seat. The plane started moving and Marie joined us, indicating that it was time to be seated and fasten our seatbelts. Helen was watching closely, but Tim asked Marie, “Is the seat on?”“Oh, no! Thank you, Tim.” She knelt down in front of the seat and felt for a switch, found it apparently and I felt a slight vibration in the arm rest.Helen was still watching. “I don’t get it. It just vibrates? I was guessing there was more to it based on the comments earlier.”Tim chuckled as he sat next to my seat. He indicated for Helen to take the seat directly in front bursa escort of me. He took the thin pad off the seat, “See the hole in the seat now that the pad isn’t covering it? Before you sit down, put one knee on this seat with your weight on it.” She tentatively did as instructed by Tim and a whir was heard and suddenly out from the hole came the flesh colored dildo where it stopped for a moment which was intended to allow me time to sit and get adjusted. Then it started to both turn in a small circle and move up and down.“Oh my god, Michele! You ride that the entire time?”Marie was insisting now, “You have to sit down and buckle-up.”Helen took her knee off to sit down and the dildo stopped at the loss of weight on the seat and slowly receded. Then, as Helen sat in her seat and fastened her seatbelt while watching me, I put my hand down on the seat for the entire operation to resume. When the dildo was extended, I sat down on it, positioned myself for a comfortable fit just as it started moving, again. My eyes opened a little wider and I groaned as my eyes closed. I heard a click and then hands on my lap, looking down I saw Marie had gotten out of her seat to fasten my seatbelt. She moved to my face and kissed my lips, sticking her tongue quickly between my lips as one hand found and twisted a nipple. She smiled at Helen as she took her seat, again. “Honestly, some people are so distractible, you have to repeat yourself over and over or do it yourself.” Helen’s face gave way from concern to a smile, but her eyes still had a look in them of some awe or something. I smiled at her, “To answer your question, no, I don’t ride this the entire time. Although I have for probably as long as this trip, I can get up and move around. It is just that when seated, this is my seat.”I opened my knees for her to see better, she was obviously wanting to. “Do you cum on it?”“OH … MY … GOD!! Do I ever! Going to Europe I fucked everyone on the plane and then came on this before falling asleep (passing out?) with it still going in and out. When I woke up, it had been turned off. But, once I was awake, it was turned back on. I don’t get much rest sometimes.”“But, you enjoy it? The constant being used and pleasuring others, I mean.”“I hope this side of me doesn’t bother you, dear, but I do really, really love the experiences. And Tim loves that I get so much enjoyment out of it.” Tim put his hand over mine as it was clasping the arm rest as my tension was already building.I was wondering what was going to happen. Was I going to be taken to an exhibitionistic orgasm so soon into the trip? Or, would I be able to get up when we reached 10,000 feet and Marie and I would serve some refreshments as normal. But, as I was fighting the rising stimulation and anticipating when we would be getting to 10,000 feet, the pilot’s voice came over the speaker, “Sorry about this folks, but we are hitting some rough skies. We’ll be trying a route to the south and around it, but we’ll have to ask that you remain in your seats until we’re sure we can avoid the bumps. At the worst, it will be smooth by the time we reach cruising altitude at 33,000 feet. Thank you.”Shit. Okay, relax and go with it. This dildo was doing its job beautifully and my stimulation and arousal was climbing at the same rate as the plane, it seemed. Then I heard something that jolted me alert. It was Tim, “Dear, I am going to put these headphones and a sleep mask on you. I also want you to put your hands on the arm rest and to keep them there regardless of what you feel.”I dumbly nodded my understanding. Damn, what was he up to, now. I knew instantly that whatever it was, it was intended to provide surprising stimulation, unanticipated, and possibly jolting additions to the steady, rhythmic stroking and vibration of the dildo inside me. He didn’t disappoint me. With the headphones on, all I could hear was the driving violin music of Lindsey Sterling and it was appropriate for the quickly rising tension in my body and the overwhelming sensations emanating from my pussy and rippling up through my abdomen. With the sleep mask over my eyes, I was in the dark. Although I couldn’t see or hear anything around me, I knew as well as I could know anything, that all the others were watching, intently following Tim’s next actions. And, that was an additional stimulation in itself. I was about to be taken, used somehow in front of my Mother, sister, and lover by my husband. Or, was he going to merely be directing the action and one of the others would be involved. That, naturally, sent more stimulation into my brain and my body reacted with a shiver. So, when I sensed that something was about to happen, it was only that, a sense. More than seeing or feeling or hearing anything, I sensed that I was being approached by others and I u*********sly tensed just slightly. It turned out my sense were right on.What I couldn’t hear or see was Tim directing Helen while Mom and Marie watched lustfully. Holding out his hand to Helen, “Honey, we’re going to make your sister explode. Take these nipple clamps and apply one to each nipple. Be careful not to touch her until you are ready to release it to clamp onto the erect nub of her nipple.” Helen looked at the items in her hand with perverse fascination and perhaps a little nervousness wondering if these could ever find their way onto her nipples in the future. The clamps appeared small but she had to press hard to open them, indicating that the clamping pressure would be tight. There was a small hook on the end that she guess would allow something to be hung from each. She looked at Tim who just reaffirmed his request with a nod. Mom had absently raised a hand to her own breast, a reaction to an anticipated feeling of the clamp.“Remember, have the clamp open and poised over the nub of her nipple and release it quickly. Then move to the other one and repeat it. Then take this little vibrator and hold it on her clit.”“Seriously?”“Yes, one, two, three.”And, in the darkness of the mask, I felt the floor of the plane shift just slightly. I knew Tim was up to something but these are the things that happen in my submissive side; unusual, unexpected, but always extremely arousing and stimulating for me and others. And, I knew that even though I couldn’t see it, the others were fixated on what was coming for me, anticipating my reaction because they could see it unfolding, seeing what his next moves were, and calculating in their own minds what these new actions would have on my body already being stimulated by the mechanisms of the seat.Then it happened, without warning or indication of how or where, first one nipple was fiercely pinched by something that didn’t let go, then the other nipple in exactly the same way. As I was fighting through those sensations, my clit was attacked by something vibrating, a small ball placed directly onto my clit and pressed into it as it vibrated incessantly against my already blood engorged, overly sensitive nub.I didn’t have a chance. Even if I wanted one, it was too much. Like a fighter toyed with over several rounds, systematically pummeled and worn down, then when weakened and dazed … boom, boom, boom … one, two, three … and it was done. But, where a fighters body shuts down, my erupted and seemingly from four separate and distinct and locations on my body. Obviously, my pussy from the relentlessly steady fucking and vibration of the dildo, from each of my nipples separately, and from my clit. All sending sharp, piercing jolts of sexual energy through my body causing my hands and finger, feet and toes, legs and arms, not to mention my eyes and mouth to react independently and prodigiously.With my legs stretched out in front of me and my arms d****d over the arm rests, my body sagged forward as though folding itself in protection. Not really aware, but sensing, I was being handled. The blind was taken off, the headphone were removed and sounds came back but nothing that made any real sense in my current state. I was being pulled back against the seat so I was again sitting upright. And the seat mechanism was turned off and the dildo stopped inside me and slowly withdrew from my still convulsing pussy. My legs and arms still gave an involuntary shake by muscles over stimulated, but with rapidly deceasing frequency.When my eyes opened and focused, they were all clustered around me, including the dogs. All had looks of concern on their faces. Marie held a glass of water with a straw to my lips and I greedily sucked the fluid into my mouth. Helen pulled it away, “Not too much too soon. From what I witnessed, I wouldn’t be surprised if her body doesn’t feel like it just survived a marathon.” I gave her a weak smile, because that was pretty close to how I felt right then.We were only 45 minutes into the flight and I was already a limp rag. I eased myself out of the seat, partly to avoid anymore and partly to get my body moving and the blood flowing, my muscles functioning. But it was Helen’s exclamation that stopped us all, “My god, look at her seat!” Like everyone else’s attention was drawn to the seat I just rose from, so did mine. It was smeared and shiny with wetness, wetness from me, from my orgasming pussy. I sighed at the realization that my feeling of nearly exploding must have been very nearly true. I am not normally a squirter, but that had to be close, if it wasn’t.I made my way carefully to the galley and Marie was there with me only a moment later. “Are you alright? I thought you might completely fly apart.”“Yes, but I needed to get my body moving. I didn’t want my muscles to cramp following that. It was pretty intense. I don’t know what it looked like but I felt like my body had four orgasm epicenters.” I was able to laugh as my body began feeling like itself, again.Marie went out and took drink orders from everyone and we returned with a tray of drinks and another with snacks. After distributing the drinks, I looked suspiciously at the seat, but Tim was ahead of me, “Sit, honey. I think that seat is done for this trip, at least for you unless you say otherwise later.”“Thank you, Sir. But you know that without the other stimulation, I can take it much longer. I don’t want to disappoint you, Sir.”“Michele, as my wife, lover, best friend, or submissive slut, you could never disappoint me.”I took a step closer to him, bent over so my ass was pointed at Helen, and kissed him. “I love you so, so, so very much … Sir!”I sat down and took a couple sips of my drink, a Jack Daniels on the rocks. I needed something stronger right now. I was slumped in the seat, my legs slightly spread and it was then that it was again plain to my eyes that I was the only one naked. I looked up and saw Helen gazing over the edge of her glass as she sipped, gazing directly at my pussy. I spread my legs a little more and that brought her eyes to mine. She blushed and I smiled. Then she returned the smile.“You’re curious about this seat, aren’t you? You really are intrigued to know what it is like.”“Yes, I admit it, I am.”“Hold that thought, right now … Marie, what happened when you returned home? You indicated that you have been able to share yourself with Mr. R and Anthony. Tell us everything.”“No, I can’t tell you everything. They are both very private people, you know that. So, while the basics are okay to tell, there were words and moments between us that were just too private and personal for sharing, even with such close and intimate people as you. When I got home, I was picked up at the airport by both of them and that is very rare as you know. But they seemed beside themselves with curiosity about the trip. I almost never ask for anything and I was nearly insistent about that trip and it happening so quickly.” She took a breath and considered the next words. “We talked for quite a while, but I wasn’t really telling them anything new. They recognized my stalling, of course, but they also understood me and my issues with letting things get too open and close. They figured it was just that, but they both asked questions about all of you and laughed about some of the things I did manage to share. I twisted the story about being caught by the Sheriff so it was only you, Helen, who was naked, that you had dared yourself and Miss Stella had played along in the spirit of the fun. Carlos was quite interested in that and inquired if you might be like Michele. Don’t worry, though, I assured him you were probably more open and daring than Barb, but certainly not close to you, escort bursa Michele.”I looked at her, “So, they don’t know what we did that week?”“No, but I have let a more out over the time since. I figured we could set the stories straight when we are together and I have fully come out for them.”“So, tell us how it went when you finally approached them.”She hesitated for a while, trying to get it all straight. Despite the week she spent with us, this was still going to be very personal and exposing for her. But, I knew she was taking the steps and was still just as committed on following this through. She described the events that followed her arrival back home to the estate:The first couple of days were tense for her. They were interested and tried to pull information out of her, as she said, but she remained guarded. She wanted to show them, rather than tell them what she was working through. So, on the third night back they had spent a nice evening together, now talking more about our pending arrival than Marie’s visit to us. They trusted that Marie would give what she could as she could. The group was very excited about our coming arrival and discussed some of the activities that could be considered for our enjoyment and potential challenge. But, Carlos also made it clear that he really wanted this to also be downtime for us and it should be a mix of interest and relaxed interaction. That night as the house quieted and everyone went to their separate suites for the evening, she struggled with herself. This was all her, they had both been very caring for her on her arrival back and, as always, were being exceedingly patient for her to resolve what she was working through. The counselor sessions were well known and she used the two men to discuss and resolve conflicts in her mind, to clarify what she remembered and what was being uncovered. There was much more about her memory of the past that was a fog than she understood and the men were patient and helpful.But, on that third night, her attention was focused on Mr. R. She was struggling a little but she was determined to do this. This was the time. He was known to be a night person and spent hours late at night in his suite reviewing documents or reading for pleasure. She was certain that her struggling was still within the timeframe of his being awake. She had heard Anthony enter his own room a good 15 or 20 minutes earlier so the house should be safe and quiet. She put the glass of wine down that she had been sipping from for added strength and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. How was she going to present herself so there would be no chickening out. She could go dressed as she had been during the night and undress with him, but that could allow her to chicken out. She could go naked, maybe in heels like we do, but she didn’t want to scare him, either. That could be too much of a surprise and changed. No, it had to be something in-between. She went to her closet and looked at the three negligees I had sent with her. The long one, the one that went to the floor, tied under the breast, it closed when standing. She stripped and did her hair, a slight bit of make-up, then put the negligee on and tied it with shaking hands. She slipped into high heels and looked at herself again in the mirror. Yes, sexy, but simple and still elegant. Looking at herself, but this time in her own eyes, she smiled at herself like she was smiling to encourage a friend. “This is going to be good. Enjoy this and enjoy making him enjoy it.”She cracked her room door and peeked outside. Opening it a little further and poking her head out, she confirmed in each direction that the hallway was quiet and empty. Taking a deep breath she stepped out into the hall and stopped, her door closing behind her. If the events she had planned come together like she wanted them to, being naked in these hallways, the entire house and estate, will become a common experience. That thought gave her new courage and determination and she turned to Mr. R’s suite. Standing in front of the door, she started to panic. What was she going to say? Maybe she should have planned this better, but that would not be true to herself or to him. It had to happen, just happen. If she stumbled in the process, she knew he wouldn’t even let it show. He was that way, so was Anthony. And that is the reason this has become so important to her.Standing in front of his door, she glanced down at herself. The gown was closed but her naked body underneath was clearly visible. She quietly knocked and waited. Nothing. Maybe she was too quiet but then she thought she heard something but in the distance like some low music. She knocked louder, determined to see this through. She heard the door handle turn, then the door crack open and open wider. He stood there, holding the door firmly and looking at her, looking down over her body and quickly returning to her face where he held it rigidly.“Carlos, can I come in?”“Of course, Marie. Is anything wrong?”As she stepped into his suite, “No, sir. In fact, everything is perfect.” She looked around the sitting room that also served as a late night study/office. It was very masculine but still retained some of the softer touches that must have been remnants of his former wife. She saw an open door into a room that was dark, that must be the bedroom. She shivered.“Are you cold, Marie? I thought I saw …”“No, sir, not cold, just …” she walked up to him, not quite against him, but almost. “Sir, I …”“Uhm … Marie, why are you …” he was stammering and Marie gain courage to proceed, “… I’m sorry, Marie, my manners. Would you like some wine? I have your favorite.”“That would be nice, sir. Thank you.”He poured and indicated the couch. She sat on one end and he took the other. He couldn’t help himself, no man, not a living, breathing man anyway, could not have looked. The gown was tied just below her breast, only there. When she sat, the gown opened from that spot. Only her left leg was covered by the sheer material as her body was sitting turned slightly in that direction to look at him. Her other leg and that side of her body was exposed. His entire will was required to break off the stare, but it was too late, it was already too obvious.“I’m sorry, Marie, for … but that gown is … you in that gown … my god, Marie, you are stunning! I am sorry, however, for staring.”“That was the intention, Carlos. No, you can relax, this is not a desperate move on my part with thoughts of winning you. This is much more straightforward than that.” She then tried to explain why she came to visit us, to allow her to be open to him … and to Anthony. “Sir, I am not giving up my body as a way of thanking you. That would only cheapen what you have given me because what you have given me is truly out of love, respect, and honor. You, and Anthony, have rebuilt me from the wreckage that was my life. So, my intention is to open myself up to allow me to fully love you in return and to express that love and honor completely. Do you understand the difference?”“Yes, Marie, I understand the difference. But, are you sure? Are you really ready for this change?”“Yes on both counts. I am working out what this fully means, but this is the first step. Sir, Carlos, I want you. But, more importantly to me, I want to be able to bring you pleasure.” She stood up and put her hands out to him. He took them and stood in front of her, once again gazing upon the beautiful body of the woman that had become so close to him but remained so distant, so unavailable … until now. She reached up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, softly. Several kisses later, it was as if their lips were glued together, the kisses taking on lives of their own.She finally broke the kiss, looked him straight in the eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back and put a hand to the side of her face. “I love you, Marie, you know that. But, my love for you isn’t …”She put a finger to his lips and stopped him. “Shhhh. I know. I know you love me and you know I love you. And, don’t worry, I know who you love the other way and wish you could have her, and I know that couldn’t be me. This is not about that. There is no misunderstanding about that, Carlos. This is the expression of the love that we do have and I know the difference, but it doesn’t change what I want to give and receive. Okay?”“Okay.”She took his left hand in hers and kissed the back of it, touching the ring finger that was bare, she kissed it specifically. Looking up at him, “Carlos, it is my prayer for you that this finger does not remain bare for too much longer.”“But, how? I helped them get married, in this very house, I am not going to interfere with that. You know me better than that.”“I do. And I know them. Everything in its time. I know the only thing you want is for it to be the best and be real. I don’t know why, Carlos, I just feel it.”“Oh, Marie, I wish I could share that feeling.”“Well,” she smiled up at him, “let me give you a feeling we can share.” Still holding his left hand, she led him into the bedroom and turned the light on. She left him and turned the covers down and turned on one of the bedside lamps, then turning off the main light. Stepping up to him, she again kissed him, then untied the gown and slid it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She undressed him quickly and was pleased to see that he was fully erect, hard for her. She nevertheless went to her knees in front of him and took his hard cock into her mouth. This wasn’t an act to prepare him, he already was, but to honor him, to show him her desire and love for him. She was showing her trust in him to be able to give herself completely to him.She stood after a last kiss to the head of his cock. She reached up and kissed him on the lips, took hold of his rigid cock and walking backwards, led him to the foot of the bed. Looking into his eyes, her body pressed against him, “Carlos, how do you want me, first?”“First Marie?”“I am yours tonight, good sir.”“Oh, Marie, how I have dreamed of this moment, never believing it would ever happen.”“And that, Carlos, is exactly why I love you and trust you so much. If you did dream of this moment, you never let me know, there was never any pressure or suggestion. It is the embodiment of who you are.”“Then, missionary. It has to be missionary. I want to look into your eyes as we experience this for the first time.”“I like the way you said, ‘first time’.” And they did. It was a wonderful fucking of love and sharing. And they did, staring into each other’s eyes, just that act intensified the experience. But it was the first and only time. The tension coming to that point, the excitement of the act, the relief of the sharing, were all too much for her. In the quiet moments after loving making, she slid into sleep and, although, that early stage of sleep can easily be disrupted, Carlos was nearly overwhelmed by the gift he had been given by this woman that had become so important to him and Anthony. So, he gladly insured her sleep with his warm, strong embrace, still treasuring the lingering feelings of their sharing by holding her to his body, feeling her gentle movements of sleep against him.We had been sitting listening to her recount the events of that first act of successfully sharing of herself with those she loved. Helen got up out of her seat, bent over her and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. “That was wonderful, Marie. I am so happy for you. How has he been since then?”“That’s maybe the even bigger thing. He’s been even more tender, like it has really opened something for both of us. I am so glad I did it. Thank you all for showing me that I no longer had to fear my past and has allowed me to open myself.”Marie and I got refills for everyone. “I am so happy for you, Marie. Anthony was just as wonderful, wasn’t he?”“Yes, he was. As wonderful as this step has been, I am more excited to fully open up to them with your help.”Seated, again, she said she wanted to describe her time with Anthony, too. She knew that Mom and Helen didn’t know him sexually and she wanted them to know the kind of man he was, too.Two days later, Carlos was in town at his office. To his surprise, he sent Anthony back to the estate “to watch over Marie”. Anthony confided this to her and she wondered how much Carlos was anticipating from her comments to him. But, he was right. She was seeking the right moment for Anthony and the night time, like with Carlos, wasn’t the same for Anthony. This was working well. görükle escort She told him she was going to put her bikini on and enjoy some time at the pool and asked if there was anything he needed from her before she did. No, that was fine.She was lying on the chaise lounge relaxing under the intense Caribbean sun beating into her skin when she sensed the shadow over her. Through her sunglasses she smiled up at Anthony. She rolled over onto her front and untied her top at her neck and back, “Excellent timing. Would you be a dear and rub some sunscreen into me?”He looked down at her and had to smile. For all the teasing and flirting, this was a rare moment of intimacy for them. A small thing, perhaps but for her to release her top and ask to be touched … it was new. But he wasn’t complaining and certainly wasn’t going to pass on the request. He sat on the edge of the lounge and spread the cream into her back, then noticing only very faint tan lines on her well-tanned back. “I can hardly detect any tan lines, Marie. A result of your visit to Michele?”“Yes, their lifestyle is … how should I put this … maybe freer than most might experience.”Anthony smiled, he definitely knew that I would lead a freer lifestyle as he had known from my visits, travels, and challenges in the past. He was interested that our entire group there lived with a similarly free approach and that Marie had adopted it soon enough to allow for this much tanning to erase tan lines. As he was finishing her back and legs, spreading the lotion on the backs of her thighs to the edge of her bikini, he got the surprise that was even bigger in his mind. She reached to the sides of her hips, took hold of the ties and pulled the bows holding the bottoms in place. She then raised her hips and pulled the loose material from under her and dropped it on the ground. He froze while looking at the bare butt in front of him. But, if he had questions about what to do, she eliminated them.“You have a little bit more to cover.”Her bare back and legs were one thing, but her butt? He did it, though. He may have been tentative for a few moments, nervous that this was too good to be true, that somehow he was going to regret it. But how, she was asking, not really asking as much as telling, him to rub the lotion into her butt. And, when he tried staying away from her butt crack, she made a point of that, too.“You don’t think the sun can get in there? You’re nervous, Anthony?”“With you, like this? Yes.”“Please don’t be, I am asking you to do it.”She hadn’t turned her head to even glance at him. For his part he hadn’t taken his eyes off her ass. He squeezed the bottle and dropped some lotion onto each of her cheeks. He put the bottle onto the ground and with one hand on each cheek, he started spreading the lotion into her butt in circles. He saw that her ass was tanned, too. He decided he needed to pursue more details about her visit with us.He watched his hands as they seemed to be moving independently of him, like he was watching someone else’s hands touching this woman he felt so close to, so protective of, and whose body was so foreign to him. He watched a finger slip into her butt crack and slide through and out the top. And he looked down along her bare legs and up her body, her bare back and shoulders and arms where her head rested, peacefully. And her ass, her bare, exposed ass. How he had dreamed, fantasized about this body, fantasizing if he ever might have the chance. What guy could help but fantasize about such a woman. He felt her ass rise off the lounge and he looked down. He discovered his fingers deeper in her crack and felt the puckered opening of her asshole, u*********sly he pressed slightly against it which caused her reaction. But her reaction wasn’t away from the touch, the pressure, but instead towards it, raising her ass to the touch.He stood up abruptly, disappointed that he had taken advantage of the situation. He bent down and kissed her back, shoulders and her cheek as she turned to his sudden move away from her. “Where are you going?”“I’ll come back if you like, but I have to check on something for Carlos. Enjoy your sunning, I’ll come back with something cold to drink later.”She was disappointed. She had been more obvious with Carlos. In the light of day, perhaps she needed to be more bold so he would be assured of her intentions and desires. There was nothing for her to do until his returned, except for going in search of him, but that seemed too bold. So she waited. She stretched out on the lounge and squirmed into the cushions, like a cat getting comfortable and she dozed under the hot sun, her already brown skin soaking up the warm rays. When her eyes opened at the sound of a distant bird calling, she saw that her sleep had only been a few minutes. Raising her head, there was still no sign of Anthony. She got up and stretched her body, naked, standing on the pool patio. She had never indulged in this before and without the easy acceptance of nudity with us she might not have, yet. She stretched in the sun, the light breeze against her exposed skin. Yes, this is definitely what she wanted to continue to experience. She was even more strongly resolved to follow through on her plan.She slowly turned in the sun, her arms stretched out as she turned, and as she turned she scanned the property and the house. That’s when she saw him, in a window upstairs, watching her and he was suddenly gone. He had been watching her, he saw her standing here, nude and comfortable. She turned to the pool and walked to the edge, without tying her hair back or putting her bikini back on, she dove into the water, gliding easily below the surface and coming up at the opposite wall. She pushed off and made a right turn, coming to the surface she began swimming and easily covered several laps of the long direction of the pool when she saw him again. This time at the side of the pool, just watching her. She finished this lap and turned for the return but angled to the side of the pool where he stood. He was looking down at her as she treaded water five feet from the side of the pool. She knew he had to see she was naked and she became aroused at the thought.She moved to the ladder near where he stood and slowly climbed out, the water running down her body. She stepped close to him but not too close. She glanced down at her body and his eyes followed hers. They both watched as a drop of water hung from her nipples, seemed to stay there forever, before breaking the hold of the skin and falling. She looked up at him and smiled. He was just watching her, and looking at her. Watching her face, her reaction, and her eyes for any signs. Looking at her body, her breasts rising and falling, the tightness of her abdomen, and the curve of her hips.She walked past him to the lounge, took a towel and began drying herself. She then spread it on the lounge and lay down on her back, her arms at her side, her legs slightly parted, and her heart pounding inside her chest. She willed her hand to reach for the bottle of lotion and then held it up to Anthony standing over her. She fought every fiber of her arm and hand to not shake but to hold the bottle to him in confidence and steady expectation. When he took the bottle from her hand, it was his hands that shook in tension and nervousness. She smile slightly up at him. Partly in triumph of controlling herself, partly at the nervousness of Anthony, but mostly to reassure him.Without any words, he squeezed some lotion out onto her chest, onto each nipple just because they were there, and her abdomen. Starting on her chest, to her shoulders and down her arms, having to apply more lotion on the lower parts of her arms. Back to her upper body, he deliberately worked the lotion into her chest, to the tops of her breast, and around to the sides. He studied her, her eyes close, a little smile showing in her lips, her arms at her sides, lying before him, naked and open to his eyes and hands. His hands moving along her sides and rotating under her breast and up, his thumbs on the inside and his fingers to the outside, he hesitated. Continue to her breasts or move down to her stomach?She lay there completely compliant to his hands. He still wasn’t quite believing what was happening. He stared at the dollops of lotion covering each nipple and made his decision. His hands circled around her breast, moving ever closer to the peak and the nipple. His eyes were on her closed eyes more than the lotion covered nipples he was slowly approaching. Her mouth opening slightly and a sigh released gave him the answer he needed and her nipples were covered, the lotion spread, and her breasts kneaded and fondled, more than lotion rubbed into them.When a slight moan escaped her lips, he smiled and dropped his hands to her stomach, spreading the lotion over her from her breasts to her pelvic area, then over her hips, back into the middle and just to her mound before rotating them again to the outside. He shifted and moved to the bottom of the lounge, kneeling on the end, causing her to open her legs just a little more. He squeezed a line of lotion from the top of her thigh to her ankle and she squirmed. His hands stroked the lotion from her foot to the top of the thigh, up and down, now focused on the outside from the ankle to the hip. His hands moved to the other leg and repeated everything. He looked up at her face, almost afraid she would see something in his that might stop this, but her eyes remained closed, the same smile present on her slightly parted lips.He took a breath, put lotion into each palm and with smooth even strokes moved his hands up the inside of her legs. Further and further up her legs and thighs, nearly to the top when he reversed direction and pulled them slowly back down. Then, back up, pressing into the sides and slowly making progress up her legs to her knees and along the inside of her thighs. This time as he approached the top, the V meeting her body, her legs parted more, her hips rose slightly off the lounge, her mouth opened and she audibly sucked in air. He watched her face as his hands slowly inched up higher and her groan increased and he continued with quick glances at his target between her legs. When his fingers touched the end, the outsides of her pussy lips, he hesitated as her hips rose, again.He took his finger away and she sighed, a frown appearing on her forehead, her eyes remaining closed. But, he was only getting more lotion and dropped some onto her mound, just above her pussy and her hips rose and dropped twice in response. He spread the lotion over her mound, down between her legs, staying on the outside of her lips, then just over the lips but not between. Suddenly, she reacted and he froze, his fingers still over her pussy lips, one seemingly over her clit. She put both of her hands over his and held them, but rather than moving them away, she pressed them more firmly onto her, moving them over the length of her pussy lips. His eyes were now transfixed on her hands guiding his over her pussy and at first he didn’t realize she was now watching him. When her hands stopped, he looked up at her face and he saw a smile growing.“Anthony, I love you. Not in a complicated relationship needy way, but in a loving, caring, completely trusting way. I have for so long and I haven’t been able to show it.” He felt her hands shifting on his, still holding his against her pussy but her fingers moving on top of several of his. “I want us to be intimate, Anthony. Can we do that? Without fears, just two people who care so much for each other and need to be this close?”Before he could get his mouth to function, her fingers were pushing his into her pussy, passing her outer lips and sliding inside her very wet and open pussy. He looked up at her face, again, “I have to be dreaming.”“No more dreaming, Anthony. I love you and I intend to show you how much. This is the first step. I want to take more, but that will come. Will you make love to me?”He stammered. “Here? Right now?”“Yes, under the sun, exposed to the world.”He stood up, but only long enough to remove his shirt, shorts, and underwear. Then he was on his knees between her legs, legs that she was opening even wider for him. He stared down at her pussy, seemed to blush as he turned his gaze onto her face. “Don’t be embarrassed for looking. I am here for you, to pleasure you, and to be pleasured.” She put her arms up to him and he bent over her, and while she encircled his neck with her arms, he guided his hard cock to the entrance of her pussy and inside. And like Carlos before him, they fucked looking into each other’s eyes.* * * CHAPTER 52C: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: ARRIVAL will follow * * * Thanks for reading.

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