0 comments/ 7124 views/ 5 favorites Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 01 By: TB_OrNot2B Chapter 1 -- Beginnings: Their love of Jamaica brought them together. Introduction: A naïve, insecure, and inhibited 26-year-old, mulatto, Jamaican woman trying to get over her European boyfriend who cheated on and then dumped her, goes online and meets a mature, sophisticated, and experienced 41-year-old Caucasian American man who recently separated from the woman he believes was his last hope for happiness. They soon bond with one another through their common love for the beauty of Jamaica. As their friendship grows, so do their feelings for each other. Can he set aside his feelings and help her overcome her loss and become the person she, her parents, and friends have always hoped she would be? Will she finally learn to open up and enjoy life or will she once again give up and return to being an inhibited recluse? Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Non-Erotic: this chapter provides background information about the two main characters and explains how they met online and became friends; it has little sexual focus. Interracial Love: this chapter introduces a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman, and a Caucasian American man. Mature: the story's primary characters are a young (26-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (41-year-old) man. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send your comments to the author. It is the author's desire to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Their Friendship It was like any other mid-May afternoon in Kingston, sunny, warm, and humid. Those locals who didn't have to work were relaxing at Hope Gardens, Emancipation Park, or National Heroes Park where they enjoyed the many ponds and pools, acres of grassy lawns, and the shade provided by the numerous large trees. Some enjoyed a lunch of beef patties or jerk pork they'd purchased from one of the many local vendors. Others clinched their thirst with an Irish Moss or cooled off with a cold Red Stripe. Denise was not among those Jamaicans enjoying their free time. Instead of taking pleasure in the fact that it was her day off, Denise remained in her apartment, mindlessly searching for something to help her cope with her sorrow. Just as she had the last ten days, when she wasn't at work Denise sat in her apartment trying to forget, hoping to get past her misery. To that end, she was searching the Internet for interesting chat rooms, especially those about travel, preferably those about travel to exotic locales. Without any actual thought as to what she was doing, or why, she repeatedly ended up visiting chat rooms about travel, spending hours in the ones where there was an ongoing conversation about Jamaica's many tourist locations or vacation resorts. That afternoon Denise ventured into her favorite chat room, one specifically about Jamaica's tourist locations. Travel to locations around the world, but especially within Jamaica, was one of her great passions, and at that time, her great distraction. Jamaica was the country where she had been born, the country where she had always lived, the country she had always loved. She'd often wished she could somehow show others Jamaica's true beauties. She wanted the visitors and tourists to know that there was more to Jamaica than spectacular beach resorts, easily climbed waterfalls, and bamboo river rafts. To that end, she was mindlessly chatting in her favorite travel chat room, sharing her knowledge of the many beautiful locations in Jamaica that the average tourist never had an opportunity to see, when someone identifying himself as "Will" contacted her. Although she hadn't acknowledged him, he asked her several questions within the chat room and eventually asked her to join him in a private chat. Wanting everyone, especially men, to leave her alone in her sorrow and not knowing anything about the requestor or his motives, with little consideration and minimal kindness, Denise refused Will's request. Over several subsequent evenings, whenever they were in the same chat room, which was more frequent than would normally be expected, Will persisted in his attempts to gain her attention. He continually addressed messages to her, asking her opinion of specific Jamaican tourist locations and occasionally about various Jamaican resorts. Denise continued to ignore his requests when she could. When she couldn't ignore him, she provided minimal, curt responses to his inquiries. Denise soon suspected he might be stalking her. At least that was how it appeared to her, since he seemed to follow her whenever she moved between chat rooms. To her further dismay, he continued to send requests for her to join him in one-on-one chats. Although Denise would occasionally contribute to the group discussions in the various chat rooms, she had no desire to chat directly with anyone. Thus, she ignored his messages to her when they were in the same chat room and denied his requests for private chats. Although she was normally quite interested in what other people thought about Jamaica, at that time Denise was heartbroken and merely looking for a distraction. She had little desire to chat with anyone, especially one-on-one. She had even less desire to chat with someone she hardly knew and whose motives she questioned. Furthermore, she wasn't sure if Will was someone with whom she would even care to chat, much less get to know. However, out of curiosity as well as wonderment at his persistence, she eventually began paying attention to Will's discussions with the other chat room participants. His contributions to those discussions piqued her interest in him. She reviewed his profile and discovered he was an American Caucasian, claiming to be well to do, but she knew that was a common profile pretext. She concluded he was probably a sexist, an opinion based on numerous inappropriate, at least in her mind, chat room statements he'd made. She noted that he occasionally expressed an interest in meeting a woman of color and wondered why so many American men were enthralled with dark skinned women. Most intriguing to her, he claimed to have traveled extensively. Denise concluded that if it was true it was his one redeeming quality. Eventually, Denise concluded that other than giving up visiting her favorite chat rooms or establishing a new online identity, she simply could not avoid Will. With that realization, she gave up trying, began responding to his chat room comments, and even answered questions he directed to her. However, she continued to ignore or dismiss his requests for one-on-one chats. She was surprised to realize that when he was in the same chat room, she often agreed with his comments and observations about various locations in Jamaica. She frequently found herself caught up in his chat room conversations, constantly attempting to come up with polite and intelligent responses to his interesting questions, or trying to make witty retorts to his intriguing remarks. When Denise reflected on their conversations, something about his chat room comments came to her attention: he had an obvious interest in, and knowledge of Jamaica. She was surprised one evening when she realized Will was the one person she looked forward to finding logged into the chat room. Based on his replies to several of her intentionally provocative comments, she agreed to Will's subsequent request for a one-on-one chat, although she insisted that chat be within a public chat room. During their chat, she determined that Will was, in fact, a knowledgeable, articulate, and, much to her surprise, considerate gentleman. Over several public chat room encounters, numerous one-on-one discussions in public chat rooms, and several extensively detailed exchanges in private chats, she came to appreciate Will. She found him to be an intelligent, respectful, although sexually perverted, and outspoken gentleman who was genuinely interested in Jamaica, especially in what she often referred to as "the beauty of the undiscovered locations in Jamaica." They were soon chatting nightly, at prearranged times, and privately. In those long, somewhat personal, and extremely detailed chats she discovered he frequently vacationed in Jamaica, although he'd spent most of his time at the many all-inclusive beach resorts on the North shore. However, unlike most Jamaican tourists she'd encountered in person and in various Internet chat rooms she frequented, he was familiar with the rest of the country, as well as the lives and attitudes of the Jamaican people. * * * * * Attitude Change Denise and Will continued their daily chats. Slowly at first, then quickly and easily, they became acquaintances and then friends. By June, frequently at Will's instigation but with a willing curiosity on Denise's part, the topics of their chats changed. Initially, they discussed the beauty found throughout Jamaica that most tourists never see or enjoy. Eventually, their discussions moved to the history of Jamaica and the Jamaican people, and then to ever more detailed discussions about the lifestyles, mores, and sexual attitudes of Jamaican men and women. The extent of Will's knowledge about the attitudes and mores of Jamaicans continually impressed Denise. She was surprised and pleased to learn he was fully aware, from his numerous conversations with resort staff and Jamaicans in the towns, clubs, and bars he frequented, that older Jamaicans were opposed to nudity, only tolerating it at the beaches and clubs because tourists liked, wanted, and expected it. It pleased her to learn he was aware that a large number of Jamaicans opposed homosexual behavior of any kind, despite the growing number of admitted homosexuals, especially among the younger generation. She was astonished when he explained that it was his understanding and personal experience that Jamaicans were generally very open and uninhibited regarding most sexual activities. When she requested that he explain the basis of his understanding that Jamaicans were open towards sexual activities, Will wrote, "My antidotal studies, based on discussions with numerous Jamaican men and women, my review of several scientific research papers, and my own ad hoc studies and research indicate that the majority of Jamaican men and women have multiple sexual encounters prior to marriage. Furthermore, many of them continue to have sexual relationships outside their marriages." As they became friendlier, their chats more frequently started with issues surrounding sexual attitudes and moved to sexual activities. Over several chats, Will asked Denise detailed questions about her thoughts and views on revealing clothing on beaches and in nightclubs, nudity on beaches and in resorts, homosexual relationships, and pre-marital and extra-marital sex. Generally, after Denise expressed her own views, Will would explain his understanding of the norms for Jamaicans. She generally found his knowledge matched her own experiences, if not her own predilections. However, heated conversations, ones that frequently pushed Denise to reassess her own opinions on the subject they were discussing, began whenever she asked Will to explain his opinion on the issue they had just discussed. Much to Denise's dismay, Will's usually solid and logical explanations followed a theme similar to his response on premarital sex. When she asked him to give his opinion on the subject, he told her, "I favor open and unbiased sexual behavior. I believe God made sex pleasurable because he intended men and women to desire and enjoy sex. To my way of thinking, there is little two adults shouldn't feel free to do sexually. I believe that any sexual activity in which adults choose to participate, of their own free will, is acceptable behavior as long as it does not cause physical or mental harm and wouldn't result in unwanted reprisals, e.g., arrest, firing, ostracism, or ridicule." Although she frequently didn't think she agreed with him, she was usually unable to articulate an argument that she honestly believed refuted his position on the subject. She often spent an evening after a chat with Will reassessing her beliefs and views on many issues, mostly issues regarding sex and sexual activities. Their chats eventually focused on Jamaicans' sexual mores. Denise admitted that, unlike Will's, her attitudes were the same as many of her Jamaican friends—a dislike of public nudity and a bias against most homosexual activity or behavior. However, unlike many Jamaicans, she was opposed to the open display of sexual or sexually related activities. Denise's usual explanation was that she believed, "A genteel woman always dresses and behaves in a prim and proper manner," a belief she explained she learned from her father. She emphasized her position by adding, "I absolutely dislike and disdain individuals who employ overt sexual conversation or behavior." Denise frequently expressed her belief that her mother's attitudes and behavior were undoubtedly similar to those touted by Will and occasionally referred to her mother as a "concupiscent wench." That reference sent Will to the dictionary where he verified that Denise was not just opposed to her mother's expressions of her strong sexual desires, but was also upset because sexual desire appeared to be the driving force behind her mother's behavior. Denise was not just surprised, but also upset, when Will began teasing her, telling her, "It seems to me that you are excessively concerned with sexual propriety and easily shocked by anything related to nudity or sex. It is evident that you are very much a PRUDE!" "I'm not a prude. I believe a woman needs to behave with propriety and decorum. Whilst I'm opposed to overtly sexual displays, I'm not overly modest," Denise protested. "Because of your expressed attitudes regarding sex, I cannot believe you are truly a Jamaican woman. In fact, it's my belief that you're actually a transplanted English prude," Will countered. It took a moment before she explained, "In a way I am English. I know it's an oddity, but while the women in my family are wide-hipped and large-busted, we are light-skinned, except my thin and athletic sisters. However, the men are white, tall, thin, proper Englishmen. My mother is a caramel-skinned, mulatto from Kingston who married a white gentleman from the Kensington area of London. My maternal grandmother has a similar story. She is half-Jamaican and married an Englishman. My Jamaican maternal great-grandmother married a white gentleman who was born in Jamaica, but whose parents were both from England." Will noted, "While that explains your caramel-colored skin and full figure—as you have described yourself—it does not explain your being such a Mrs. Grundy, a bluenose. In fact, based on your previous comments about her, I'm willing to bet that, opposed to your attitude, your mother is very open about sex!" "You would win the bet. My mother wears revealing clothes, even in public, constantly flaunts her body, invariably teases every man around her, and openly talks about any and all forms of sex to anyone willing to listen," Denise conceded. During a subsequent chat, Will wondered and asked, "I have a question, actually a curiosity. On one hand, you've often expressed your love for your father, whom you say is a prim and proper gentleman. On the other hand, you continually complain that your mother behaves like a concupiscent jade." "Yes. What is your question?" Will typed back, "As I said, it's more like a curiosity: Do you not see the incongruity in your assessments of your parents?" "I see that they are different, in fact, their attitudes, especially their sexual attitudes, are often the opposite of the other's. I still don't understand your curiosity." "Okay, let me ask a few questions to be sure of my facts and I will try to explain myself. First, do you believe your parents are in love with each other?" "Yes! In many ways they are like kids in Secondary school, they're constantly holding hands, hugging, and kissing, even in public." "Do you think they have an active sex life together?" Denise took a minute to consider her response, "Yes, I suspect so. Mother often talks and jokes about having sex with father and he frequently hugs her, kisses her, and whispers in her ear. They often go out dining and dancing and sometimes they stay out all night. Now please tell me what this is about." "One last question. How active is their sex life?" "I don't actually know, but according to mother, and father has never objected to her saying it, even in public, they have sex every day they are together, sometimes several times a day. Now, what is your curiosity?" Will took a minute to put his thoughts together and to phrase them in a way Denise would understand, before he replied, "My question is: Why does your prim and proper English father, who is in love with and has sex with your mother daily, put up with her concupiscent behavior, unless she is behaving in a manner he desires, requests, or demands?" Denise, disconcerted by Will's clarification of her mother's behavior and her parents' relationship, asked, "My goodness! I've never thought about it in that light, but I will now. Once I think I've figured it out, would you help me work through my understandings and feelings?" "Happily! However, please don't dwell on it. I think you already know the answer. You just have to work through your own feelings and reassess your understandings," Will told her before bidding her a good night and signing out of their private chat and off the Internet. * * * * * Their Stories When they first met online, it was Will's knowledge of Jamaica and its people that raised her curiosity about him and led her to initiate and then continue their relationship. Now, if she was honest, it was her curiosity about Will's frequent sexually perverted remarks combined with her own desire to learn about what men thought about when dating women—a curiosity based primarily on her recent break up with her boyfriend. In addition, she wanted to understand what she might have done wrong in her previous relationships, especially her last one with her European boyfriend. Finally, she desired to learn and understand Will's reasons for wanting to chat with her. Those curiosities, wants, and desires all led her to ask Will for a synopsis of his life with an emphasis on his love and sex life; she literally blushed as she typed that part of her request. She explained that she was specifically interested in learning why and how he developed his philosophy and attitude about love and sex; she again blushed. Eventually, Will agreed, but only after Denise consented to reciprocate with her own story. * * * * * Unlovable Will's Story The following Friday evening, the date they'd agreed Will would share his life story, Will initially explained, "To fulfill my promise to you, I've prepared a summary, or synopsis, of my love and sex life. I will paste short paragraphs into chat messages and I will allow you enough time to read each message before I send the next. Is that acceptable?" "Of course, and I must say, I appreciate your effort to oblige my request," Denise typed back. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 01 Will's first message explained, "The following is a summary, or synopsis of my love and sex life. It focuses on how those relationships shaped my attitudes and philosophy. It's a sad story I've entitled "Unlovable Will's Story." If, at any time, you require additional information, please send me a message and I will pause and try to answer any questions you have." "This is going to be interesting," Denise thought as she settled into her easy chair and prepared to read the story of Will's love life. Will's next message read, "Although I've had a successful career and I'm financially secure, I was never successful in finding someone that loved me enough to want to marry me and spend their life with me. I met my first love the summer before we entered high school—what you call secondary school—she was my best friend and the girl to whom I gave my virginity and who simultaneously gave me hers. She subsequently told me that we could be friends, even occasional lovers, but she could never marry me. Her focus was solely on going to college and having a career. Furthermore, she was devoutly Jewish and would not consider having a gentile husband." A quarter minute later, he sent the next message, "My other high school love told me she would always love me and would willingly be my sexual partner whenever I needed one. However, her focus was on college and her career, as well as many other things she wanted to do in her life. She insisted she was not ready and did not want to be in a dedicated relationship, especially a marriage. She first wanted to enjoy as many sexual partners and encounters as she could before she settled down with just one man or woman." Since Denise had not sent a message, Will continued, "I had two other brief encounters in high school, both practically one-day stands in terms of sexual activity, but neither included sexual intercourse. They ended when each girl told me she believed the two of us did not have a future as a couple, the first because she was Catholic and I wasn't, the second because she lived in Dallas and I didn't." "How sad for you, what did you do?" Denise sympathized and typed. Will, hoping it would answer her question, sent his next prepared message, "When I graduated from high school, I was fortunate enough to be accepted into the University of Texas where I focused on studying so that I might graduate with honors. I did well enough to receive a partial scholarship to graduate school at the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School of Business." Will's next message explained, "I should point out that I wasn't without companionship during college. In each school, I continued my friendship and sexual relationship with each of my two high school lovers—the two women with who I'd had sexual intercourse. Those relationships included living and sharing a bed with each woman—one at Texas and the other at Wharton. However, neither advanced from a temporary arrangement to a permanent relationship. Both ladies remained steadfast in their objections to marriage with anyone including me, I should say, especially to me." "I'm confused as to how you maintained a relationship with two women whom you say had no desire to have long term relationships with you," Denise wondered and then typed. "We were, and still are, best friends. We continue to get together and we occasionally have sex with one another. However, neither woman, each for her own reasons, wishes to have an exclusive relationship with me or any other man. In fact, neither has ever married," Will replied. "It all seems so strange, but please continue with your synopsis of your life and loves," Denise commented and requested. Will immediately sent his next prepared message, "After graduate school I went to work in the Dallas office of an agency of the U.S. Congress. There, I met and soon fell in love with a co-worker. We were compatible in many ways. For instance, she was, like me, willing to do whatever was necessary to accomplish the job. I often wondered if our focus on our jobs would affect our relationship. Yet, our relationship flourished and I eventually introduced her to my mother and stepfather. Later, I proposed to her and was ecstatic when she accepted. At last, I'd found a woman with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life and she said she wanted the same thing." Denise thought to make a comment, but decided to let Will continue without interruption. Will's next prepared message read, "Suddenly and surprisingly, my joy and our relationship ended. A company offered her a position she had long worked toward and hoped to obtain and she immediately accepted. Unfortunately, the company and the job was in California and required her to travel extensively and work long hours, including weekends. She soon left for her career opportunity of a lifetime, temporarily at first. Then, because it was always difficult for either of us to get away from our jobs, our temporary arrangement morphed into a permanent separation. Five months after she moved to California, she called off our engagement, explaining she was too busy to maintain a relationship and she believed that continuing our nonexistent relationship was unfair to me. She at least conceded she wanted us to remain friends and perhaps occasional lovers." "Oh Will, three lovers, three broken hearts. I'm finding it difficult to get over one. How did you survive, how did you get through it?" Will typed, "I've found that, like so many things in life, you just have to keep moving forward until you get through it. It can often be difficult at first, but in time, it doesn't feel as bad as you first thought it would. Then, one day, you realize that getting over your loss wasn't as hard as you initially believed it would be. I believe it's one of the many ways that God and the angels help us get through our difficulties, to move on, to again enjoy life." "I hope you're right, because I'm still feeling miserable. But I digress, please continue your story," Denise confessed and requested. Will immediately sent his next prepared message, "I was twenty-seven, and I was living a very good life. I had several good friends—primarily ex-girlfriends. I had a good education—a bachelor's degree in computer science from Texas and an M.B.A. from Wharton. I had a successful career as a computer auditor with an office of the U.S. Congress. I had a mother and stepfather that I loved and I knew loved me. I dated numerous beautiful, intelligent, and extremely sexual women, but always on a temporary or occasional basis. Overall, I had a good life and a good future. Nevertheless, I didn't have what my stepfather had, the one thing I'd always wanted and wished for: a woman who loved me and wanted to live with me for the rest of her life." "I think that's really what we all wish for—someone we care for and who cares for us," Denise acknowledged. Will did not respond other than to send his next several prepared messages, "After contemplating my life to that point, I concluded I wasn't meant to be happily married. History had proven I obviously wasn't the guy women wanted to marry. However, I had neither the desire nor the tools necessary to become a stud, a guy women lusted after. I decided I would strive to become the nice, polite, reasonable guy that was everyone's good friend." "It seemed to me, based on my previous experiences, I was intended, perhaps it was even my reason for being, to help women find themselves, to show them how to enjoy their lives, and then to help them move on with their new lives. To that end, I strove to be the kind of person girls wanted to talk with when their arrogant, unconcerned, or uncaring boyfriends abused, ignored, or dumped them. I soon became the guy that looked at women's problems with an analytical, unemotional, and logical mind and offered them reasonable, useful, and workable solutions." "Soon, I was a friend to all the ladies I knew, but never their boyfriend. I was their occasional companion, never their steady date. I was the guy women asked to go with them to office functions, weddings, or formal parties. Occasionally, they asked me to spend the night with them, but they never asked me to meet their parents. I thought of myself as the guy in a song from one of my stepfather's Rock and Roll oldies CDs. The first time I heard them, the lyrics struck a nerve, "If your broken heart should need repair, then I'm the man to see." Without a message from Denise, Will sent his next prepared message, "That became my focus, to be that catalyst, that person who assisted women to overcome a loss and become who or what they wanted or desired. The guy that aided and abetted them in achieving their life goals. I was the guy in the song, the guy everyone called "Handy Man." Fortunately, helping those women also meant I frequently had marvelous dates and wonderful sex with many beautiful and intelligent women. " Denise wondered if he was playing "Handy Man" in their relationship, but decided against asking him. Will's next prepared message arrived, "A year after coming to that conclusion, I left my job with the U.S. Congress and, along with several friends, started what soon became a successful and financially viable company. I rarely dated during the first several years I was working to build the company. After it became viable, robust, and profitable, I met an interesting woman who ran her own company and had no time or desire to have a permanent or long-term relationship. We liked one another, found we were intellectually and sexually compatible, and we agreed to date. She, like me, had suffered numerous failed relationships. We dated for over two years. However, she decided that we'd healed one another and it was time for us both to move forward." Will didn't wait for Denise to comment before sending his next message, "I was alone again. I went back to being the "Handy Man" and had to be satisfied with numerous brief, but unsatisfying, encounters. Fortunately, my business allowed me to travel extensively, and I continued to meet and date numerous successful, intelligent, good-looking women. I dated some of those ladies irregularly for years, others exclusively for a short period, many for just a weekend. However, as with the women I'd dated in the past, those relationships were never serious; those women were not looking for nor expected a long-term, exclusive relationship. For several years, my life consisted of long days of work interspersed with short-lived sexual relationships that were never destined to become permanent." "And that is where you are now?" Denise messaged. "Actually, no," Will typed back, "A few years ago things changed. The company was a success and I was free to do whatever I wanted. That's when I was afflicted with what many call "the middle-aged crazies," which in turn led me into a series of life-changing relationships. I tried a gay relationship, which lasted half a year before it too ended, just as my earlier heterosexual relationships, when the guy left for a new career in California." Denise literally gasped and said aloud, "He had a homosexual relationship? My goodness!" Will, even though he did not know her reaction, intuitively knew to skip the next message, which described his homosexual relationship, and instead sent the succeeding prepared message, "While I was grieving the loss of my gay partner, I was surfing the internet, looking for a distraction and I met two black sisters in a chat room. We chatted for many months, became friends, and I made several trips to visit them. The three of us enjoyed each other's company, went clubbing together, dated, and had numerous escapades. As I noted earlier, the company I'd formed with my friends was successful and I was financially secure. So, I took a sabbatical, bought a house in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, moved there with the two sisters, and the three of us lived together in a ménage à trois—which is, interestingly, French for household of three." Still not seeing a comment from Denise, Will continued, "A year later, I concluded the ladies were ready to start their own careers, to lead their own lives, lives that did not need nor should involve me. For a change, this time I was the one that moved away. However, I didn't simply dump them! Although, I moved out, I contracted them to remain in the house as live-in caretakers and agreed to pay them a salary that covered their living expenses so that they would be free to start their new careers and lives." "Will, you have certainly led an interesting life," Denise quickly typed. "There's more," Will typed and sent before sending his prepared text, "When I left the sisters, I was forty-one years old and very well-off financially. I moved back to Texas and into semi-retirement at my lakefront house, in a gated, adults-only community. Technically, I remained on sabbatical although I occasionally worked under contract for my company. That's when an old friend contacted me. I'd met her when she was an account manager at a company where I, while employed by my company, was in charge of contract work to assess their computer security. She informed me that she had recently divorced, was now the director of her agency's office in Dallas, and she'd specifically requested that my company assign me to a new contract to develop a training course on computer system reliability and security assessment." The next message followed immediately, "It turned out to be a wonderful experience; we worked together well, quickly developed the course, renewed our friendship, were assigned to teach it throughout her company, and subsequently became lovers. Last May, as we enjoyed a romantic week at a Jamaican North Shore resort I asked her if she would consider a long-term relationship and commitment. Unfortunately, she informed me that she had recently come to the conclusion that the two of us could never be happily married, a couple, or anything other than friends, albeit with sexual benefits. After we discussed the reasoning behind her conclusion, we mutually agreed to end our exclusive relationship. It was after that vacation, in an effort to forget that I was again alone, that I decided to check in on some of my favorite chat rooms. That's when I met you." Seeing Will had finished with his story, Denise offered, "Wow! Again, you've had a much more interesting life than the one I've led. I must say, I'm amazed at how positive you've remained despite all the heartache you've suffered." A half minute later she received Will's response, "Denise, as I've told you before, if you don't focus on the bad stuff it fades away. Furthermore, if you stay focused on the good things, the happy moments in your life, you'll always have pleasurable memories." Denise messaged "Thank you Will and good night," before she signed out of their chat. After she'd refilled her wine glass and reclined in her easy chair, she smiled to herself as she thought, "Will, like father, is always trying to cheer me up. He's always reminding me to focus on the positive things in my life." * * * * * Undesirable Denise's Story The next evening, it was Denise's agreed upon turn to share the story of her life and loves with Will. When she had insisted that he share his with her, at his insistence, she had reluctantly agreed to do the same in return. Seeing how well it had worked when Will told his story, Denise had spent much of her afternoon preparing her own story. She, as Will had, used short paragraphs, which allowed her to quickly paste and send messages while giving her the time she might need to read and respond to his queries. Will was surprised when she began their scheduled chat session by immediately sending the message, "My life story, which I've entitled "Undesirable Denise's Story," is rather boring. I haven't had much of a life and even less of a love life, especially in comparison to yours. That aside, I would like to start out by telling you what led me to the chat room where we first met, which is also what lead me to want to know more about your life and loves." "Denise, it's your story. Please feel free to tell it any way and in any order you wish," Will obliged. Denise sent her next prepared message, "A little more than six weeks ago my Belgium boyfriend and I separated, or more correctly, he broke up with me. After I'd spent a week showing him my favourite spots in Jamaica, sharing a hotel room and a bed with him, and offering myself to him without condition, he flew back to Brussels and immediately sent me an email telling me he no longer wanted to have anything to do with me. Then, the day before you and I met online, I learnt that during our Jamaican tour, my so-called boyfriend attempted to engage in, and may have had sexual liaisons with several girls he met during our tour of Jamaica. That knowledge, whilst hurtful, at least explained his various excuses, frequent unwillingness, and inevitable inability to engage in consensual intercourse with me on the few nights we attempted to do more than sleep in the same bed. Although it was a hurtful experience, it was just one more episode in my life proving I'm not attractive, sexy, or worthy of being loved." Will tried to console her, "Denise, first, I have seen your profile photos and you are clearly a beautiful woman. Second, from chatting with you, I'm confident that most men would find you to be an extremely sexy woman. Third, we are all worthy and deserve to be loved. Finally, if you ever want to talk, I think I could help you figure out what you should do." Denise immediately responded, "How would you know what I should do? Have you ever been duped and dumped by a cheater?" "No, but I'm older, I've had more experience in relationships and especially with breaking up." "Really? How many women have cheated on you and then left you?" Denise asked. "None that I'm aware of. However, I've had my heart broken at least four times. Each time by a woman I loved, a woman I was willing to marry. Uncountable times, I've broken up with women that I cared for greatly. Thus, you see, I've had a good deal of experience having someone I love break up with me. I can sympathize and perhaps even empathize with you. I think I have an idea of how you feel and, more importantly, I know what to do to get over the hurt. I know how to help you move on with your life." Ignoring his message, Denise typed, "With my loves out of the way, let me tell you about my life. Some of it you already know, but I thought it might help if I put it all in context. This is going to be difficult, so, unless you become lost or confused, please don't interrupt." "Sorry, and I won't," Will obliged. Denise's next message read, "As a child, I never measured up to my older, pretty, and athletic sisters. I watched as my father doted on them. He coached them in several sports, attended all their games, and constantly talked about their athletic talents. After my sisters went to boarding school, I hoped it would soon be my turn to garner my father's attention. I must admit, he tried to give me that attention. Starting when I was six, my father had me try out for every sport he knew, but I was never successful at any of them. Father coached me, assisted me, and even dared me, but to no avail. Unlike my sisters, I was not thin, agile, and athletic; instead, I was large, ungainly, and inept. No matter how much father coached and coaxed me, I never excelled physically or even demonstrated minimal abilities in any athletic activity." "Playing a sport isn't all there is to life, and it should never be the definition of someone's life," Will argued. Ignoring his comment and interruption, Denise sent her next message, "When I was eleven and about to enter Secondary School, father, after five years of trying, gave up coaching me in sporting activities and, as an alternative, introduced me to the arts. That was the best of times in my life, times I still look back on with a smile on my face, happiness in my heart, and wonderful memories in my mind. We spent hours together every week, going to concerts (from classical to hip-hop,) dance performances (from ballet, to stage productions, to modern, and even to calypso dances in the local clubs and during the Bacchanal festivities,) visiting art galleries (from the classics, to modernist, to contemporary Jamaican, and even the new street art,) and going to every museum in the Kingston area. Most weeknights, during dinner and afterwards, we talked endlessly about whatever novel, play, or poetry I was reading. I didn't think life could get any better, until father took me to dance class." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 01 This time Will did not respond and waited for her to continue her story. "Father, still looking for a physical activity as an alternative to athletics, enrolled me in dance classes when I turned fourteen. It was immediately obvious to both of us that dance was the one physical activity at which I excelled. For the first time in my life, I not only participated, I thrived in a physical activity. Even better, my father was an excellent dancer and he coached, practiced, and rehearsed with me. My father was finally doting on me. He was always smiling at me and praising my efforts and my abilities. I was finally sure that my father loved me as much as he loved my sisters." Without waiting for Will to comment, Denise sent several more prepared messages, "I should point out that, according to my mother, I was my father's favourite child, and I, in turn, always adored and obeyed him. Mother often jokes that I spoke my first words when father asked me, en passant and not expecting an answer, if I was ready to go with him. I answered, "Yes, Papa." Because of that adoration, when he explained the importance of being a reliable team member, the one everyone else counted on and looked up to, I responded by showing my total dedication to the dance team. I never missed a practice and I always arrived on time and prepared." "When I started dancing, my father frequently told me how proud he was of me. I wanted that to continue, so I focused on my dance and whenever I danced, I focused on pleasing my father. I was oblivious to anything else—my surroundings, any comments from anyone other than my father or my instructor, or any pain. In fact, I once sprained my ankle and yet I continued the rest of the dance class and returned for the next class. I practiced when I had influenza. I didn't miss a practice during the weeks it took me to recover from a severely sprained knee." "However, dancing took up a great deal of our time, especially during the evenings and weekends. It took away from the time we'd previously used to go to the ballet, concerts, art gallery openings, and musical performances. Yet, I was finally good at something, something athletic, something physical. I was actually better at something than my sisters could ever be. It was a wonderful feeling even though it meant giving up sharing the arts with my father." Will quickly interjected, "Those are the good times you should always remember." Denise smiled at Will's constant efforts to cheer her as she sent the next of her prepared messages, "Because I was an excellent dancer, especially in Calypso, the day after my seventeenth birthday father requested that I join the local community's Bacchanal dance troupe. That meant, to my horror, I'd have to dance on a Bacchanal float wearing a revealing costume. It was one thing to dance in public, at least I was a good Calypso dancer, but I knew I could never dance in front of people in a skimpy Bacchanal costume, one that would prove to everyone that I was ugly and not worthy of being admired. Nevertheless, father insisted and he used a trick he'd learnt whilst teaching me to play sports, he dared me to do it. I could never refuse my father's dares, so, reluctantly, I agreed. Despite my reservations about my abilities and appearance, the dance troupe accepted my application and three months later the troupe selected me to be a Bacchanal float dancer." "You must have been thrilled," Will messaged her, trying to minimize the interruption to her story while being supportive. "Soon after I became a float dancer, I graduated from secondary school and started working as a sales clerk. A year later, I entered the College of the Visual and Performing Arts or, as we called it, Arts School. I hadn't thought it through, but I had hoped to become a poet or a writer, despite never having published an article or book. I thought I might try being a photographer, painter, or sculptor, although I'd never produced a single piece of artwork. I considered becoming a musician, even though I didn't know how to play an instrument and didn't have a good singing voice. However, I eventually settled on my only proven artistic skill, dancing. After all, I was a member of a well-known Calypso dance troupe." "At Arts School, my roommate and her friends were studying to be fashion designers. I happily accepted them as friends—I hadn't had many friends in Secondary school. Because of their focus on the fashion industry, my roommate and her friends believed that good-looking women were tall, thin, to the point of emaciation, and small breasted. They took great glee in informing me, as though I didn't already suspect it, that not only was my body large and ungainly but, because of my big breasts and wide hips, it was completely out of proportion." Will wanted to say that wasn't true, but had agreed not to interrupt her story. He made a note to try to prove to her that she was indeed a good-looking woman. Denise's next two messages stated, "My mother and father tried to convince me that the girls at Arts School were wrong, but I knew they were only trying to be supportive and what they were saying couldn't be true. It all made sense, being large and disproportionate was why I was uncoordinated, why I wasn't good at sports. It was the reason the boys in secondary school never asked me to go to dances or to go out with them." "After two years at Arts School, I concluded that being a professional dancer would not be a good career choice and that I needed to get away from the constant criticism and teasing from my roommate and her friends. I left Arts School, moved back with my parents, and took a job as a shop sales manager. I didn't have a boyfriend, only a couple of gay male friends I'd known since secondary school and with whom I shared a love of music and dance. Dancing was the only thing at which I excelled or was at least competent." Denise immediately sent her subsequent message, "However even dancing stopped being fun when my Arts School friends began to tease me whenever they saw me dancing at a night club. They initially teased me personally, calling me dumpy and awkward. Later, they began pointing me out to everyone else, frequently referring to me as, "that cow with the huge utters." I knew they were right, my attempts at sports with father proved that I was oversized and uncoordinated. I saw how all the boys at school constantly stared at my misshapen body with wide hips and oversized breasts. I could see everyone in the club staring at me when I danced. It all just proved my former Arts School roommate's point. I quit the Bacchanal Dance troupe so no one would have to look at my ugly body. I knew then, just as I know now, I'm not pretty or sexy. I don't deserve to be loved." Will walked around his room, knowing that if he were near his keyboard he'd have to send her a message. As he paced, he muttered, "How could she be so insecure, what drove her to believe those girls and not her parents? Can't she see how pretty she is? You just have to look at her Facebook pictures to see she's pretty. How can she be so blind?" Denise's next message brought Will back to his chair, and he read, "With my father's urging I rejoined the Bacchanal dance troupe a year after having quit. Two years after I quit Arts School, I gave up my job as a shop sales manager and entered Accounting School. I graduated two years later and found a part-time job as the lead accountant for a large construction company in Kingston. I moved into my own apartment and focused on my job. My only release was dancing with the Bacchanal dance troupe and dancing and drinking at several nightclubs in New Kingston, usually with my two gay male friends." Denise again did not pause before sending her next message, "That's also when I started going to Internet chat rooms about travel. Which is where I met Lars, my former European boyfriend. For six months, I was happy. I traveled to Belgium to meet Lars and see Brussels, although it turned out to be a disappointing trip. Later, I took Lars on a tour of Jamaica, which turned out to be even more disappointing. Whatever happiness I had remaining, disappeared the day before I met you online. As I said when I started this sad tale, my Belgium boyfriend proved once again that I'm an oversized and undesirable cow. I'm sure that was why he cheated on me and why he dumped me." "Oh God no! That's not true! Denise, where do I start?" Will typed as quickly as he could. He desperately wanted her to know how upset he was, how sorry he was for her, how much he wanted to explain the truth to her. However, he simply couldn't convey any of that via typed Internet chat messages. Denise did not see Will's desperate pleas. She was exhausted and miserable. She did not learn what he wanted to explain to her. She needed a glass of wine, some time to herself, and a good night's sleep. Without reading Will's subsequent messages, without acknowledging him, Denise logged out of their private chat and signed off the Internet. * * * * * Duped and Dumped Although he desperately wanted and frequently tried, Will could not get Denise to talk about her belief that she was undesirable. Finally, he gave up. Instead, he focused on convincing her to share the story that seemed to haunt her. Because of her previous comments and asides about her "former Belgium boyfriend," Will frequently inquired about that relationship. He believed, based on what she'd shared with him, that it was a pivotal event in her adult life. However, she continually rebuffed his requests for information about the relationship and the events that led to its demise. As he had when he first found her in an Internet chat room, Will persisted, politely and as low-key as he could in a chat message, inquiring as to what happened with her European boyfriend, what had happened to cause her to be so obviously upset, so clearly grief stricken. Late Friday evening, after, from what Will could ascertain, she'd been out dancing and drinking with her two gay friends, she seemed receptive to chatting about any subject. This time, when Will urged her to tell him about her European boyfriend, Denise explained, "As I did with you, I met Lars, my ex-boyfriend from Belgium, in an online chat room. As I did with you, I discovered that we had a common interest: travel to exotic locations. Eventually, after he made several offers to show me around, I took a trip to Brussels." She continued, "However, contrary to what I'd understood Lars had offered to do for me, I had to arrange for and stay in a hostel by myself. I ate almost all of my meals alone, in restaurants that I had to find on my own. I spent my days touring the city by myself and not with Lars. He did meet me at lunch my second day and that night and the next he took me to two of the most expensive nightclubs in Brussels. However, whilst we were at the clubs, he tried to get me to undress on the dance floor. He told me it was the custom, in the newest and most popular clubs, to dance topless and that if I went first, I would be the star of the club. I wanted to please him, but I couldn't do that. Even as a stranger in a foreign city, I didn't have the nerve to expose my ungainly, disproportioned body in a crowded nightclub." At that point in her story, Denise, demurring that she was too tired to continue, abruptly logged out of their chat, and signed off the Internet. * * * * * The next evening, Denise immediately accepted Will's invitation for their scheduled, daily private chat. She was seemingly sober, fully aware, and in a talkative mood. After the normal pleasantries about her day at work, their previous night's chat, and in response to his repeated questions, Denise, to Will's surprise, agreed to tell him what happened on her trip to Brussels and what led to her subsequent offer to take Lars on a tour of Jamaica. "As soon as I returned to Kingston, Lars contacted me and apologized for not being available when I visited Brussels. He told me that he'd been involved in a very important deal with several critical projects with numerous last minute deadlines and emergencies he had to handle. He explained that he had to work 16 hours a day in order to make his deadlines. He apologized and said he only had a couple of free evenings and those were the evenings he took me to the nightclubs." Will was still angry and, wishing his message would somehow convey the venom in his question, he typed, "Okay, but what did he say about trying to get you to dance topless in the clubs?" "He reminded me that he had spared no expense. He pointed out that he'd taken me to the most popular and expensive clubs in the city and had willingly bought me Champagne and bottles of wine. He explained that he'd only wanted to introduce me to the liberal lifestyle in Brussels. He told me that he only later realized that I had misunderstood his intentions, especially when he tried to convince me to remove my blouse and dance topless on the dance floor. He said that had he known I was unaware of the local custom he would have explained it all to me." After a short pause without a comment from Will, who was shaking his head in disbelief, Denise continued, "According to Lars, contrary to what I'd learnt whilst in Brussels, it was customary for women coming into the most popular nightclubs for the first time to remove their tops and invite everyone to join them for a dance. The rest of the female customers would greet the newcomer by removing their tops as they joined her on the dance floor." Like his previous one, Will's message could only share his thoughts; it could not convey his incredulity and sarcasm. It simply read, "Although it sounds like an interesting and fun way to meet people, I don't believe I've ever heard of that custom." "Well, I certainly hadn't," Denise replied and continued, "Lars apologized for not telling me about the custom in advance and for not being available to meet me at the airport or to take me around town. He told me that he had enjoyed our short time together, and that he wanted another opportunity to get together again so we might better get to know one another. He proposed we continue chatting and see what else we had in common besides travel and his admiration for me." "I think I know what happened," Will typed, again wishing he could somehow indicate the sarcasm in his statement as he detailed his educated guess as to what Lars did next, "Lars liked and agreed with every desire and wish you shared with him. You were surprised with how much alike you two were. In fact, you soon learned his desires and wishes were exactly the same as yours!" "Yes, exactly!" Denise replied, and added, "We found we were a perfect match. Moreover, Lars explained that he was extremely pleased to find that we were so compatible, because he thought I was a beautiful and intelligent young woman and he was desirous that we should become a couple. To that end, he suggested we plan another trip together, one with the specific intent of getting to better know each other." Extremely angry, Will inquired, "And that led to your offering Lars a tour of Jamaica?" "Yes, exactly. Until then our relationship had been less than platonic, based exclusively on a shared interest in travel. Over time, Lars and I talked more and more about our relationship and the possibility of it becoming more than a friendship based on common interests. To that end, I said I'd consider being Lars' personal tour guide if he ever came to Jamaica. When my mother heard about my offer, the concupiscent wench was delighted at the prospect of my having a relationship and she pushed me to make a firm offer to take Lars on a tour of Jamaica." Will had to interrupt, "Why do you continue to call your mother a wench? I thought you liked her." "I love her. She's my mother, my friend, and my psychiatrist. We talk most mornings. Nevertheless, I loath the way she dresses, talks, and behaves. It seems as if, to her, sex is all there is to life. I often wonder how and why father puts up with her behavior. Why he doesn't spank her when she acts like a wanton jade?" Will laughed to himself and typed, "Remember when we talked about why your father puts up with your mother's behavior? Perhaps he does spank her and perhaps she likes it! However, we can chat about that some other time. Please, continue with your story, you were saying your mother pushed you to take Lars on a tour of Jamaica?" Initially responding to Will's questions and eventually on her own initiative, Denise confessed that the tour of Jamaica was a major step for her. She told him how she had to think about it for several days before finally deciding to take her mother's advice. Denise explained, "With mother's urging I began to open up, to be more uninhibited. In fact, in my effort to live uninhibitedly, I let mother convince me to save money by sharing a room with Lars at the various bed and breakfasts where I planned to stay during our tour of Jamaica." "Wow!" was Will's simple response. "I'd put a great deal of time and effort into preparing the tour, researching the locations we should visit, not only identifying nearby bed and breakfasts and restaurants, but actually visiting each one to be sure they were comfortable and provided the things their brochures and advertisements stated were available," Denise explained. She went on about how she put together the tour and offered it to Lars, concluding, "Once it was prepared, I offered to reciprocate Lars' Brussels tour by showing him the beauty of my Jamaica. I explained that I would provide the transportation around Jamaica, but he would be responsible for his airfare, food, and half the costs for the overnight accommodations, since we would, if he had no objection, share the bed and breakfasts, i.e., the beds." Will laughed aloud when he read the last line, assuming she was making a joke about the bed and breakfasts: I was willing to share the beds but not the breakfasts. Denise confessed, "Over time our chats became more intimate and I was giving serious consideration to giving myself to this man, a man who constantly said that he too loved the beauties of my Jamaica and constantly told me how much he appreciated, was interested in, and cared for me." Hoping she wouldn't be offended, Will asked, "I'm not trying to pry, but I am interested in learning exactly what happened between you and Lars when the two of you were together on the tour, sharing a room and a bed!" Denise started by typing, "I met Lars at the airport and drove him around Kingston." Believing, for some inexplicable reason, that Will would understand and could explain it to her, Denise decided to share an insight and typed, "At the last minute, after meeting Lars during lunch at Devon House, my mother backed off her insistence that I use the tour as an opportunity to behave in an uninhibited manner. She indicated she didn't believe he really loved or even cared for me. However, it was too late, I was unable to change my plans, and, besides, I did not fully understand why mother had changed her mind. So, because none of the places I'd rented offered refunds or rooms with two single beds, I stayed in the single-room bed and breakfasts and shared the beds with Lars." "Your mother may have noticed something about his attitude or behavior. If you haven't already, perhaps you should ask her," Will offered. Denise nodded to herself before she continued with the story of her tour of Jamaica with her European boyfriend. It took her many lines of chat messages, interspersed with Will's own messages gently prying for more details, before she eventually told him, "On numerous occasions throughout our tour, trying to follow my mother's initial advice, I offered myself to Lars, but he would not or could not accept or reciprocate my propositions. On the few times we attempted to engage in sexual intercourse he was unable to become aroused or incapable of providing me the sexual satisfaction my mother always told me I should expect and would enjoy." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 01 Denise's admission shocked Will, but Lars' behavior bothered him so much he couldn't find the words he needed to comment on it. Denise continued, "My European boyfriend did not and could not love me, just as my mother had tried to warn me. Then, to make matters worse, as I've already told you, the day after our tour my lover dumped me, by email!" Will was again appalled and mortified at the European's boorish behavior, lack of respect, and disregard of common courtesy. Denise added, "At the time, I prayed that if there was a God, and I believed there was, Lars should have to suffer the way he had made me suffer." Will immediately replied, "Denise, I too know there's a God. However, I believe God works for us rather than against. I believe God will give you what you need, but I don't think what you need is to have Lars punished. First, you'd probably never find out about his punishment if it did happen. Secondly, if you did find out that Lars had been harmed as a result of your prayers, I'm sure you would feel guilty." "Yes. I guess I would," she admitted. Will added, "Would it change how you feel about yourself? I think NOT! Again, I believe God helps us. I also believe that rather than making Lars suffer, you should ask God to help you get over your pain so you can move on with your life. I believe you should focus on being a better, not a bitter person." Denise confessed, "I am still very bitter about what he did to me. He destroyed any progress I'd made in improving my self-esteem and becoming more open to life and sex when he sent me that email saying he no longer wanted to have anything to do with me. I was devastated when I subsequently learnt Lars was shagging other women whilst he was with me on our tour of Jamaica." Will searched for the right words to console her, but could not come up with anything that would convey his sadness and regret for what Lars had done to her and how cheated, used, and rejected she must feel as a result. What he wanted to do, but couldn't, was to give her a hug. Instead, he told her, "I'm sorry Denise! If I could, I'd give you a big hug and hold you until your pain was gone." "Thank you, that is very kind of you. Perhaps someday, we will be together and I can accept your hug. In the meantime, I will go to sleep tonight, imagining a gentleman hugged me in an effort to make me feel better. Thank you for that thought at least." * * * * * Goals Attainment As they continued their online chats, Will frequently offered Denise advice similar to that her mother often gave her, "Denise, you need to loosen up and enjoy your God-given beauty and intelligence." In addition, Will continually encouraged Denise to appreciate that she had a good paying, part-time job as the lead accountant for a large construction company. Reminding her that her job provided her enough money to live comfortably and sufficient time off, that should she desire to do so, she could engage in her often expressed interests in writing poetry, becoming a licensed masseuse, preparing articles describing Jamaica's beautiful scenery, and showing people Jamaica's beauties through her stories, photographs, and perhaps, in person. As their friendship grew, Denise learned to overlook Will's chides that she was a prude, as well as his constant use of sexual innuendo and double entendre. She even came to appreciate the many other things he shared with her and the help he willingly offered. With Will's frequent urging, words of encouragement, and useful advice, which often echoed the advice her mother gave her, Denise began to appreciate that she needed to get over the loss of her European boyfriend and to once again enjoy her life. Denise soon accepted that Will and her mother might be right about many things. They had both repeatedly told her that she needed to stop reliving her past and worrying about what she'd done wrong. They both pointed out that she needed to decide what she wanted in life and then strive to attain it. They agreed that she needed to stop dreaming about achieving her goals, hoping something might happen, while only taking actions with a low probability of success, and then complaining that it was too hard to do anything. The two of them believed, and told her, she should start taking positive and reasonable actions toward attaining her oft-mentioned lifelong goals. When Denise provided Will a list of her goals and gave him examples of her previous (lackadaisical, as Will saw them) attempts to achieve them, he chided her, "It's no wonder you so rarely achieve any of your goals. If you don't have a plan you don't have a goal, you have a dream. To have a goal, you must have a plan, with steps and objectives that will allow you to achieve your goal. So why don't you make a list of your goals, then put together plans for achieving each one, plans with clearly identifiable and measurable objectives that will help you attain your goals. Then, take the steps necessary to accomplishing each of those objectives, and thus begin making progress towards achieving your stated goal." Eventually, at Will's urging, which, as usual, echoed that of her mother's except that he expressed them differently, Denise put together the detailed plans and took specific actions towards accomplishing several of her unfulfilled, self-proclaimed, lifelong goals. * * * * * The first goal she wanted to achieve was one she'd often started after but had never accomplished. Since her last year in Secondary School Denise dreamed of becoming a masseuse. She'd overheard her parents talking about how relaxing and yet exciting it was to get a massage from a skilled masseuse. She thought it would be wonderful to have the skills people appreciated as much as her parents seemed to appreciate those of their masseuses. She frequently considered the benefits of being a masseuse and traveling around Jamaica working at the numerous hotels and resorts that offered spa services. The hotels and resorts would pay her to visit her favorite locations and in her free time, she could search for additional secret beauties of Jamaica. She'd taken her first realistic step to become a masseuse three years earlier when she signed up for massage classes. Jacob Williams, the owner and manager of Jacob's Salon and Spa near her parents' house in the Melbourne district of Kingston, offered and taught the classes. For two years, she paid for and sporadically attended the classes to obtain the training and skills she would need to obtain a license. However, like so many things in her life, she did so without applying herself to the training or making an effort to complete the extracurricular lessons. Fortunately, Jacob was a friend of her parents, (of course, everyone in Melbourne was friends with her parents,) and he allowed Denise to return to the classes each time she became depressed about her progress and dropped out. Nevertheless, after three years of occasional, off and on classroom instruction, Denise was no closer to her goal, she was still not ready to take, much less pass the licensing examinations. With Will's urging and her mother's help, Denise again signed up and paid for Jacob's next scheduled series of classes. She faithfully attended each class and, at Will's constant prodding, performed all the after class exercises Jacob assigned. After Will reminded her that her ultimate goal was to be appreciated as a masseuse and in order to achieve that she would need to learn everything she could and to fully develop her skills, Denise paid Jacob to tutor her once a week in the various techniques of massage including sensual massage. When she finished the training classes, she easily passed Jacob's final examination and received her certificate of completion. Denise immediately took the tests she was required to pass in order to obtain her masseuse's license. On a late August Saturday, at Jacob's insistence, Denise attended a small ceremony in Kingston along with several other recent graduates of Jacob's Salon and Spa, where she received her Jamaican license authorizing her to work as a licensed masseuse. Having accomplished her oldest dream and with her mother's urging, Will's encouragement, and her newly acquired attitude, commitment, and desire, Denise agreed to take all of the necessary appropriate actions toward accomplishing several of her other goals. During their chats to determine the next goal she wished to achieve, Denise mentioned that she'd begun writing poetry in primary school but never believed her poems were worthy of publication. Will, after she mentioned her poetry, convinced her, during numerous Internet chat discussions, to send him a couple of her favorite poems. Without telling her his plans, Will sent her poetry to an old acquaintance who was an English professor at Dallas Community College. At Will's urging, the professor reviewed the poetry and informed him that although the poems were not the best he'd seen, they were good enough for publication in any of several periodicals, and with a little additional training and effort, he believed, "the author could easily find a publisher for her works." During a subsequent chat, Will raved to Denise about her skills and the emotion her poetry expressed, echoing the remarks of the English professor without telling her what he'd done. At Will's urging, and with his advice, actually the advice of the English professor, Denise reviewed and revised several of what she believed were her best poems and when she was satisfied, she mailed them to the publishers of several magazines and two Internet websites that she knew published the poetry of unknown authors. She soon had five pieces of her poetry published, two each in two different magazines, and one on an Internet site. Furthermore, the poems received several positive reviews and numerous, mostly positive, comments from readers. Will leveraged the success of her poetry to urge her to write an article about her first love, the hidden beauty of Jamaica. She accepted his challenge and began researching and preparing articles about three of Jamaica's lesser-known natural beauty spots. They were locations that were largely unknown to the average tourist. In fact, Will, who thought he knew all the tourist locations in Jamaica and had been to most of them, was surprised that he had never heard of two of the three places about which Denise had written. Denise sent a draft of her first article to Will for his comments. She had written about and provided accompanying photographs of Reach Falls and a nearby bed and breakfast that sat on a cliff and its main building, as well as the small cabins on either side, had balconies overlooking a beautiful saltwater lagoon. Will was amazed at how well her words expressed the beauty she saw and had captured in the photographs that she'd included in the article. After accepting Will's suggestions on the first article's organization and some grammar and wording changes, Denise revised the article and announced she thought it was acceptable. Denise again accepted Will's advice and submitted her first article to a newspaper and the Jamaica Gleaner accepted it. It became the first of a proposed series of articles on the often-overlooked beautiful locations of Jamaica. With her father's help, (he was a respected lawyer in Kingston,) she negotiated a contract with the Jamaica Gleaner to provide bimonthly articles on the overlooked beautiful locations in Jamaica as well as the secret jewels in already well-known Jamaican tourist locations, complete with her own byline. The paper published her first article in the series in its Sunday edition. She'd already submitted the other two articles she'd prepared at Will's urging and had revised and edited following his comments and advice. The newspaper was in the process of readying the two articles for publication in upcoming October and December Sunday editions. With the confidence of accomplishing several long-standing goals combined with Will's prodding and coaching, after the publication of her poetry and her first travel article Denise decided she wanted and needed to alter her work schedule to allow her more time for her writing and other projects. She and the assistant bookkeeper at the construction company where she worked had irregular four and five-hour shifts that alternated between morning and afternoons each week. The girls each worked a nine-hour shift on Wednesday or Thursday and the other had the day off. Denise normally worked 32 hours a week and her assistant worked 31 hours. However, neither schedule allowed the ladies the time they each needed to do the things outside of work that they wished to do. Giving up her swims during her daily workouts, Denise stayed late at work on Monday and Tuesday to talk with the assistant bookkeeper about her often expressed desire to go back to school and finish her accounting degree. Denise presented a proposed work schedule to her assistant that moved most of her work hours to the weekends and thus freed her weekdays for school. The assistant bookkeeper readily agreed to Denise's proposed schedule. Denise approached the Office Manager on Wednesday to convince him to rearrange their work schedules, giving them each 32 and a half hour workweeks. Denise reminded her boss that the accounting workload increased daily from Monday to Wednesday, which was their busiest day, but fell off from Thursday to Sunday, the slowest day of their week. Under Denise's proposed schedule, the two ladies would primarily work nine-hour shifts. Denise would work Mondays through Wednesdays and five hours on Thursday mornings. Her assistant would work a five-hour shift Thursday afternoons and nine-hour shifts Fridays through Sundays. Denise next explained that on Thursdays, which were usually slow, their five-hour shifts would overlap by one hour to allow them to transition work projects. That transition had often been a problem in the past whenever they temporarily misplaced account files during the almost daily transition between the two accountants, which normally occurred when one of them left a document on the desk and the other did not notice it there. Denise argued that the savings in customer complaints and time spent recovering from the missed deadlines or missed billings would make up for the extra hour and half paid the assistant bookkeeper and half hour paid to Denise to cover their workload transition. She then pointed out to her boss, "You're always complaining because neither of us girls in accounting is here when you open shop or when you close and lately you've been especially unhappy because neither Sandra nor I can attend your luncheon meetings with the other department managers. With this schedule, one of us will be in the office from opening to closing and, except for Thursdays, one of us will normally be there and free for lunch." Hating financial problems, hoping the new schedule would eliminate the problems they'd often had with the almost daily transitions between the two bookkeepers, and liking the idea of having either of the two good looking women free to go to lunch with him and the other managers, the office manager approved them to start working the new schedule the following Monday. In the future, under her new schedule, Denise would be free from Thursday afternoon until Monday morning. That would give her the time she needed to provide massages to her few paying customers, research and write travel articles, or, what interested her the most, to prepare her own tours of the unknown beauties found in Jamaica. * * * * * Proof or Prude With her mother's and Will's urging, advice, and assistance, Denise had accomplished several of her lifelong goals, including becoming a licensed masseuse, a published poet, a featured travel article writer, and rescheduling her work hours. Now she was hopeful and ready to change her life, to take on and accomplish new challenges. Friday afternoon as she contemplated her next goal, Denise determined she most wanted to put an end to Will's teasing her for being overly straitlaced. To that end, during their chat later that evening Denise shared several stories about her nightclub escapades, telling Will how she often wore revealing clothes and danced with abandon. When Will's responses indicated he was unimpressed or didn't believe her, she tried to convince him she was indeed an uninhibited woman by telling him, "As I've mentioned before, for many years I've danced in the annual Bacchanal Road March wearing very revealing outfits." Will dismissed her argument explaining, "I just don't believe dancing on the upper deck of a decorated truck bed wearing an outfit similar to that worn by thousands of other girls in the Road March can be considered the height of uninhibited behavior and it certainly doesn't demonstrate your sexual freedom." Denise became so frustrated that in the next evening's chat she repeated her confession of having shared a bed with her European boyfriend. However, in response to Will's numerous queries she expanded her confession explaining, "My former European boyfriend was usually unable to obtain an arousal. I mean, even with my assistance, he never got very hard. And, the few times we engaged in what can only be described as listless intercourse, to my knowledge, there was never any ejaculate in the condoms when he removed them." Will, once again dismayed by her former boyfriend's behavior, replied, "I'm so sorry your boyfriend was an inconsiderate lover. I cannot imagine how any man could treat a woman as pretty, smart, and nice as you in such a horrible manner." "Thank you for that," was Denise's simple response before she bid him a goodnight and signed off the Internet. * * * * * Having dismissed her revelations of her risqué behavior, Will continued to maintain that Denise was a "transplanted English prude." Still glowing in the successes at having accomplished several of her lifelong goals, Denise again challenged Will's oft-repeated assertion that she was acting like a prude. In response, Will confronted Denise with a "Proof or Prude" dare. Intrigued with having an opportunity to prove to him that neither nudity nor sex easily shocked her, Denise asked him to explain the dare. Will replied, "If you accept it, you will need to provide proof, a photograph or video, that clearly shows you being uninhibited, in order to win the dare. If you cannot provide sufficient proof that you were uninhibited and therefore not prudish, you will have to post an admission of such on your Facebook along with a photograph of yourself. That photograph will be one of my choosing. If you do not have a photo I find acceptable, you will have to pose for a photograph as prescribed and described by me. In either case, you will need to obtain my approval and acceptance before posting the photograph on your Facebook account." Will had been intentionally vague as to what would constitute proof that she had been uninhibited. He knew from several stories she'd shared, that she had been quite uninhibited during several recent road marches. He hoped that she had, and would be willing to share, photos from those occasions. It was his expectation that if Denise offered a photo from a road march as her proof, it would be sufficiently revealing to permit him to declare her the winner. Then she could say she had proven she'd behaved in and unrestrained manner, and more importantly, she would have taken her first step toward actually freeing herself of her self-consciousness, she would be on the way to becoming uninhibited. Denise never "officially" accepted Will's dare, yet she attempted to make all her old arguments to prove she was not a prude. In each case, Will used undeniable logic to dismantle each of her postulations. Eventually, in a last ditch effort to win the dare, she sent him several photos she believed proved she wasn't a prude and was, in fact, open and sensual. The first photo showed her standing thigh-deep in a lagoon wearing a low-cut, one-piece, swimming suit. In another, she wore a sleeveless blouse and an ankle-length wrap skirt as she stood in front of a restaurant. The third, obviously taken outside a Kingston nightclub, showed her with her arms outstretched and wearing a sleeveless tight fitting, mid-thigh, one-piece dress with a neckline that was low enough to reveal the top of her cleavage. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 01 Will had already discerned from the photos she'd posted on her Facebook wall that Denise was indeed a good-looking woman, with a nice figure, shapely legs, caramel-colored skin, loosely curled dark brown hair, and stunning green eyes. The new photographs she emailed him were higher resolution and revealed that she was, in fact, a very good-looking woman who, for some inexplicable reason, constantly hid her figure. Based on those photographs, Will estimated Denise stood about five and a half feet tall, and weighed around 140 to 150 pounds. The photos showed that she clearly had an hourglass figure with wide hips and large breasts. However, she concealed her breasts under bras that were obviously a size too small and covered them with loose-fitting, over-sized blouses. Although he was impressed with her good looks, Will, determined she'd been conservative in her selection of photographs to share with him. The photos, she intended to use as her proof that she was uninhibited, did the opposite. He simply could not accept them as such proof, it would be a lie, and it would be unfair to her. Doing so would mislead her into believing something that just was not true. What he wanted was photos that showed her dressed in revealing clothing or acting in an uninhibited manner—photos of her dancing in her Bacchanal outfit. Therefore, in an effort to get her to send him those photographs, when they next chatted he intentionally referred to her as, "the most prudish Jamaican woman I've ever encountered." "But the photos I sent you prove I'm not a prude!" Denise immediately countered. Will rebutted, "First, because it was your intent to prove you weren't a prude, the photos you sent were undoubtedly the most revealing photos you could find or, as I suspect, they were actually the most revealing photos you were willing to share with me." Denise realized he was right and did not respond. The photos she'd selected were not as revealing as several others she'd reviewed. She'd only sent him those she was willing to share. She wondered why she had been unwilling or perhaps unable to share any of the photos that revealed more of her body. Will continued, "Second, you did not offer a single photo of yourself with someone else. You were alone in all the pictures." Again Denise knew he was correct, but this time she argued, "There was someone else there, the photographer." Ignoring her retort, Will continued typing his rebuttal to her unofficial response to his Proof or Prude dare, "Third, except for one photo where you were wearing a one-piece swimsuit, it is obvious that you were wearing a bra and underpants. Fourth, your poses, although intended to show that you are an open person, actually highlight your prudish personality. You never revealed anything of yourself that might be considered sensual, much less sexual in nature." Now angry, Denise typed, "I disagree and insist that you explain what you meant by your statement that my photos did not show anything sensual or sexual." Will answered dispassionately, "To start, even though you were wearing a bra, you dressed so as not to reveal more than a hint of cleavage. Yet it's clear you have a fine figure, one that most women would be happy to have and many would be proud to show off. In addition to a shapely body, you have large breasts, which are apparently firm and obviously nicely shaped, and you have more than a hint of cleavage to reveal." At first, Will's comments miffed her and Denise did not immediately respond. However, as she thought about what he'd just told her about the photographs and what they revealed about her, she concluded Will was telling her the same things her father and mother had been trying to get her to understand for many years. After reviewing the photos she'd emailed Will as her proof, Denise admitted to herself, "Yes, I was selective about the pictures I shared. I have several dozen showing me wearing a revealing Brazilian back bikini and a smile, but I couldn't possibly let anyone see those! In addition, there are those pictures of me dancing on the Bacchanal float, but I couldn't imagine ever looking at any of them! Moreover, as for wearing a bra and panties, that's how all proper ladies dress! After all, I'm not like my mother, I'm not a concupiscent jade driven by my prurient desires!" Sitting back in her chair, looking at the photos on her computer screen, and reading Will's comments Denise said to herself, "I still don't know what he meant when he said my poses were intended to show me as an open person, yet they never revealed anything sensual or sexual about me." Attempting to justify her behavior, Denise typed, "I always try to smile and face the camera. In the photo of me wearing a swimsuit with my arms outstretched, I'm completely open to the camera. And although you say I don't reveal very much cleavage and you think I should, I believe a girl needs to behave in a proper manner, especially when she's big busted and being photographed." Realizing her justifications sounded rather prudish she bid Will a good night, signed off the Internet, leaned back in her chair, and said aloud, "I need to have a long talk with mother and Will so I can understand what he means!" * * * * * The Proof or Prude challenge had been an eye-opening exercise for Denise. When she first decided to accept it she was positive she wasn't a prude and confident that she would prove that to Will. Although Denise assumed it would be a struggle to get him to agree with her rationale, she was sure that, in the end, he would see the merits of her presentation. Nevertheless, Will had consistently offered irrefutable arguments supporting his contention that she was behaving puritanically. It hurt her when her mother accepted Will's arguments. Furthermore, her mother even reminded her that not only was she prudish, she couldn't even come up with a single valid argument to indicate otherwise. It once again seemed to Denise that Will and her mother were colluding with one another. That was, she thought, the only explanation for the similarities in their positions. Her father's response, after her mother handed him Denise's notebook computer so he could review the correspondence between Will and her concerning the Proof or Prude dare, hurt much more. After studying her photos and reviewing her presentations and Will's arguments, her father calmly concluded, "I'm sorry Dee-Dee, (his nickname for his favorite daughter,) but Will's arguments are stronger and more rational than your presentations and none of your counter-arguments are sufficient to overturn his position." The final blow came when she sat in her apartment and reviewed and appraised her presentations and Will's counter arguments. When she was honest, she could see that her mother and father were right, that Will's assessments had been correct. She always suspected, in her heart of hearts, that she was a prude, and now she would have to admit it to Will and worse, to herself. That evening she posted a photograph on her Facebook page showing her standing in front of a restaurant, wearing a long-sleeved blouse and an ankle-length wrap skirt. She also posted her confession, which stated. "I accepted and lost a "Proof or Prude" dare. Thus, I admit that I am a PRUDE! Moreover, I have long been a fool for believing and arguing that I wasn't a prude." She next sent an email to Will telling him, "I've posted my Facebook wall with my admission that I am indeed a prude along with a photo I believe you would have chosen. If you wish, I will obtain and post any other photograph you desire me to post as my payment for having lost the Proof or Prude dare." Will's response was almost immediate, "First, it was my hope and desire that you would win the Proof or Prude dare. Second, although you never formally accepted the dare, I thank you for the prompt payment of your obligation for having failed to provide the proof called for by the dare. Third, the photograph you posted, along with your admission that you lost the dare, is sufficient and acceptable. Consider your debt paid in full. Your appreciative friend, Will." * * * * * Goals Adjustment The Proof or Prude dare made Denise realize that she'd been deluding herself about her attitude and maybe even her goals in life. With that realization, Denise reassessed her life to date, the goals she'd already achieved, and those things she still wished to accomplish. She eventually determined there was only one new, or more correctly, one revised goal she wished to achieve. She concluded that her mother's oft stated advice, now echoed by Will, that she, "should loosen up, quit acting like a prude, and enjoy the bounty God and your good genes have given you," had always been and still was good advice. It was especially true in light of the fact that she had lost the "Proof or Prude" dare because she'd been unable to prove to Will's, her mother's, or her father's satisfaction that she could behave in an outgoing and unrestrained manner. Further, upon reflection, Denise concluded that the few times in her life she'd been truly happy were those times when her behavior was not controlled or restrained by her inhibitions. She resolved that she needed and wanted to make a change in her behavior and thus in her life. Unfortunately, although Denise knew she desperately wanted to become uninhibited, to show her mother, father, and Will she wasn't a prude, she didn't know how to go about accomplishing that goal. To that end, Denise chatted with Will about her assessment of her life and asked him what she should do about her conclusion. "Have you considered changing your attitude, which would result in a change in your behavior, which in turn would change your life?" Will responded. Denise smiled at the simplicity of Will's advice and decided she would take it and follow it. She would change her attitude. She would think like, and behave like her mother. She would change herself and thus change her life. After determining where she wanted to go with her life, Denise opted to take an organized approach to changing herself. An approach Will had once explained to her. It was actually a simple yet elegant method. She identified, listed, and ranked the things she wanted to do and then she selected those things that she could control, accomplish, or change. When Will explained the method to her, he noted that one of its charms was that it allowed you to crawl, take baby steps, walk, and finally run towards each objective necessary to achieving your ultimate goal. The accomplishment of each objective was a building block to further success, making it easier to identify what else you needed to do and better equipped to accomplish it. As she prepared her lists of the things she wanted to do and those she no longer wished to do, she had an epiphany. She did not like working as a masseuse. It was similar to the realization she had in Arts School where she had majored in Dance and was about to earn her Associate of Arts in Dance Performance with the idea of eventually obtaining a Bachelor of Arts in Dance Education. While talking with her mother about her plans she realized that although she loved dancing, she didn't look forward to spending the rest of her life having to dance or teach dance for a living. Being a masseuse was similar, although she enjoyed pleasing her friends by giving them a massage she hated having to work for strangers. She disliked the fact that, because someone paid for her services, they often believed she should be willing to provide any extra services they were willing to pay for. More often than not, those requests were for services she was unwilling to provide. As a result, she and the customers were unhappy at the end of the session and neither wished to have another session together. With that realization, her first step towards her goal of being uninhibited, and thus happy, was to withdraw from providing massages for a price, to no longer work in the business. However, because it made her happy to do so, she planned to continue giving her friends massages, either free or for the price of a couple of drinks. In addition, she wanted to maintain her skills because she hoped to someday surprise and please a lover with a sensual massage. To that end, as of that day, she withdrew all her advertisements and no longer took appointments. Denise determined the second, and more important to her, step toward her goal was that rather than visiting and then writing about Jamaica's beauties, she would much rather show those beautiful places to others, as she'd tried to do with Lars. Although she was contractually committed to write more articles about Jamaica's little known attractions, she concluded that would not be a hindrance. In fact, it would be a complement to achieving her new goal. She determined that the following weekend she would start working toward achieving her second objective—to take people on tours to see Jamaica's hidden beauties—by preparing plans to form her own tour company. As she continued to assess the things in her life that prevented her from achieving her goals, she concluded that Will had been correct; her encounter with Lars had greatly affected her outlook on life, love, and relationships. Denise realized she needed and wanted to get past that, to move on with her life. Because she just didn't know how to do that, Denise determined she needed to talk with her mother. After all, her mother knew the story, knew how a woman thought, knew Denise, and was a practicing psychologist. She vowed she would do so the next time they were together. * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- Challenges: He challenges her to prove she can be uninhibited. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter begins the story of a young Jamaican woman's acceptance of the Seven Progressive Challenges and her accomplishment of the first two challenges: 1) buying and posing in revealing clothing at a downtown shop and 2) wearing revealing clothing to a public tourist spot and posing for pictures taken by a stranger. Interracial Love: this chapter continues the developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man. Mature: the story's primary characters are a young (26-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (41-year-old) man. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send your comments to the author. It is the author's desire to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Justice Challenge Four months earlier, immediately after her Belgium boyfriend broke up with her, Denise talked with her mother about that failed relationship. Annika, wanting a better understanding of what led to Denise's acceptance of Lars' rude and crude behavior, asked about their history together and specifically their time together when Denise toured Brussels. At the time, Denise had been reluctant to provide any details. Now that Denise was asking her mother to help her understand why her breakup with Lars had such a profound impact on her outlook on life and hampered her ability to have another relationship, Annika found Denise more forthcoming. After taking several deep breaths, Denise explained, "Lars promised to arrange for my visit to Brussels and to give me a tour of the city. Instead, he left me on my own. I took it on myself to arrange transportation from the airport and for a hostel during my stay. I assumed that once I was there, we would meet up and Lars would take me on his promised tour. I didn't hear from or see him until my second day in Brussels. He emailed me directions and we met for lunch at a small sidewalk cafe. He gave me a map with markings and directions to various tourist sites in Brussels, along with corresponding bus and tram schedules, but he never took me on a tour himself." Annika frowned, "So you were on your own while you were there?" Denise nodded and continued, "We met for drinks later that second evening and he took me to a stylish nightclub. Lars told me he couldn't take me to one of the newer, trend-setting clubs because I wasn't properly dressed. He said it was expected that when a woman in the know went to a trendier nightclub they did not wear underwear and, if it was her first time at the club, she would strip while she danced." Still frowning, Annika shook her head but remained silent. "When we got to the club, we found a table and drank some wine. Later, as we danced, he told me that the following evening he would take me to one of the best nightclubs in town, but I should be dressed appropriately, meaning without a bra, underwear, or stockings and in revealing, easily removed clothing." Although she continued to hold her tongue, Annika hissed. Denise continued, "I reluctantly agreed. The next evening I dressed as Lars requested. We met at a hotel bar for drinks before we took a cab to a very nice, expensive, well-furnished nightclub. After the hostess seated us near the dance floor, Lars ordered a bottle of Champagne. When we got up to dance, he asked me to take off my jacket and leave it on my chair. I reminded myself that I was in a foreign country and didn't know the mores, so I did as he asked. As we danced, he continually requested that I undo one, then another button on my blouse. Each time he asked, I hesitantly obliged his requests until my blouse hung open. Annika wanted to speak her mind, but when Denise looked to her she muttered, "Please continue." Denise looked down to her folded hands lying in her lap as she continued her story, "That was when I noticed that only a few women wore clothing as revealing as mine and none had unbuttoned her blouses. I told Lars I needed to take a break went to the loo. Whilst I was there, I met a couple of girls that spoke English and inquired about the custom of removing your clothing in the finer nightclubs. They insisted they'd never heard of such a custom." Annika, frozen in her hatred of Lars, simply nodded for her daughter to finish her story. "When I confronted him, Lars dismissed my complaints telling me that the girls either didn't understand my question or weren't familiar with the customs at trend-setting nightclubs. He tried to convince me to remove my blouse and dance with him. When I refused, he insisted I not embarrass him and abide by the local customs by removing my blouse. I refused to do so until I saw another woman take off hers. After we finished our second glasses of Champagne, Lars, seemingly upset, took me outside, put me into a cab, gave the driver the address of my hostel, and sent the cab and me away, leaving me to pay the fare." Annika growled, but rather than speaking her mind, she took a drink of her tea and waited for Denise to continue. "I did not hear from him during the rest of my stay in Brussels," Denise continued. "So why did you continue to communicate with him after you returned home?" Annika inquired with apparent ire. "Lars contacted me immediately after I arrived home and apologized. He explained he had been extremely busy with several large projects in his office. He noted that with the many hours he'd been working he had no free time or energy to take me on a tour of Brussels." Annika nodded for her daughter to continue her story. "He said he really enjoyed our brief time together and he thought I was charming and beautiful. He added that he wished he had had more time to get to know me better. As we chatted, he inquired about Jamaica and we were soon talking about taking a tour of Jamaica. He told me he would like for me to show him the Jamaica that most tourists never see and I found that I was interested in showing him the real Jamaica." Annika sipped her tea and waited. Denise took a deep breath before continuing her tale, "As we prepared for our trip together, we grew closer. He continually flattered me, saying he thought I was the real beauty in Jamaica. He began telling me how much he liked, respected, and admired me. Finally, to my delight, he told me he loved me. You know how desperate I was to have someone, anyone besides you and father, tell me they loved me. I happily accepted every compliment and I forgave or forgot about his behavior in Brussels." Annika noted, "I'm quite aware of your desire to have a tall, thin, gentleman sweep you up and take you away to his palace where he will spend hours making sweet but passionate love to you. Unfortunately, Lars was never that man." Denise frowned and exclaimed, "I know that now, mother. Now, should I finish my story?" Annika nodded. "I researched and prepared a tour of my favorite spots in Jamaica. Partially at your insistence, I booked a bed and breakfast at each location. They were single rooms with a single bed, but at the time, I believed I was in love and Lars loved me in return. I thought that was what I wanted and what you wanted for me. I thought that Lars and I would share the beauty of Jamaica each day, and a bed and our love for one another each night. However, as I soon learned, that was not how Lars felt about me. It was not what he intended to do in Jamaica." Annika interrupted, "Yes, when I first met him, I tried to point out that something was wrong, Lars wasn't the gentleman you'd described to me. There was something amiss with his accent, something insidious in his words, and something frightening about his demeanor and behavior. I couldn't determine exactly why, but I distrusted him within a minute of meeting him and I tried to share that with you, to warn you." "Well, you were right. I wish I'd paid more attention to what you were telling me. As soon as we finished lunch and you left, his attitude changed. He wasn't my lover, nor was he a gentleman. He was a blighter, a cad who cheated on me and tried to rape me." "How did it begin, what led up to the rape?" Annika asked, seething inside while trying to remain outwardly calm. "He'd been drinking heavily, and because we had a long drive the next morning I decided to go to bed early. Despite my offer to give him the pleasure he'd been hinting he wanted all day, he stayed on the patio drinking." "Do you know why he was drinking?" "When I asked, he said it was none of my business." "So you don't know why?" "After Lars dumped me, I contacted everyone we'd met on the tour. From what I've learnt, he'd asked one of the waitresses at a nearby restaurant to meet him after her shift and she'd agreed to do so. However, when she learnt he was traveling with a woman, she cancelled. After she told me what happened she shared that he was vulgar and hostile when she cancelled the liaison." "So Lars attempted to cheat on you?" "Mother, he didn't just attempt to cheat on me, it's my understanding that he did! Several times!" Annika leaned forward, hugged her daughter, and simply said, "I'm sorry dear. Do you still want to tell me the story?" "Yes!" Denise answered and took a sip of her tea before continuing, "I went to bed. Lars stayed on the patio and drank the rest of his wine. When he came inside, he stood beside the bed and demanded that I, in his words, suck his cock and get it hard so he could fuck me. I thought he wanted to make love to me, so I unbuckled his pants. I was surprised to find he wasn't aroused. When I hesitated, he grabbed the back of my head, pulled my face to his groin, demanding I make him hard." "What did you do?" "I sucked his penis as well as I knew how until he was aroused. At that point, he pushed me back on the bed and tried to force himself on me. I begged him to help me get wet. He spread my legs and climb on top of me. I asked him to put on a condom. He tried to penetrate me with his aroused but not firm penis." "What happened?" "He passed out before he could penetrate me." "Denise, he tried to rape you! What did you do?" "Nothing. I believed it was my fault. I'd offered to have sex with him, I'd willingly performed fellatio to help get him aroused, and I didn't fight when he climbed on top of me and spread my legs." "No Denise! That's not how it's supposed to be. You can always refuse to have sex; you can always change your mind. A gentleman abides your wishes. Lars did not abide your wishes. Lars tried to rape you. He did not intend nor attempt to provide you sexual satisfaction. He forced you to give him a blowjob when he grabbed your head. As you said, you technically assisted him by taking his penis in your mouth and sucking. Nevertheless, when you begged him to help get you wet, Lars ignored your pleas, spread your legs, and climbed on top of you. When you asked him to wear a condom, he tried to penetrate you, to violate you, to rape you." "Well, to be fair, I would have allowed him to do it." Annika snarled, "You were willing to let a drunken blighter fuck you without protection and risk getting an STD. What were you thinking? Were you even thinking?" "I thought he loved me," Denise offered as she wiped away a tear. Her anger apparent, Annika continued her lecture, "I pray that you've learned your lesson. I hope that the next time you remember all the things your father and I taught you about dealing with men." "Yes, I remembered them, but I wasn't thinking at the time. I'm sorry." "Denise, I'm not trying to make you feel sorry, I'm just trying to get you to remember your lessons, and to have you promise your father and me that you'll never be stupid like that again." "I promise mother," Denise croaked as she wiped away another tear. * * * * * After their discussion about Lars' boorish behavior, Annika asked Denise to consider taking action against Lars, to report him or at least warn others of his offensive, inappropriate, and reprehensible actions so he wouldn't harm anyone else. Will agreed with Annika and he too urged Denise to take action. Once Denise agreed to warn others about Lars' behavior, Will contacted two of his friends at his company. They had the necessary technical expertise to help Denise. He asked them to contact Denise and provide her the information and any software she would need to insure Lars could not remove her postings to his Travel profile nor hack her accounts and remove her postings. With help from Will's friends, Denise posted information about Lars' behavior during her visit to Brussels and his visit to Jamaica on Lars' and her Travel website profiles and on her Facebook page. In those postings, she explained how Lars never took her on his promised tour of Brussels, and in fact, did not help her arrange for a hotel, transportation, or tours in Brussels. He had, other than taking her to lunch once and dancing at two nightclubs, left her on her own the rest of the time she was in Brussels. She noted that he had attempted to have her to dance topless at a nightclub. She explained that during his visit to Jamaica, he used her tour as a means to meet and have sex with other women and topped that despicable behavior by attempting to rape her. * * * * * Having confessed to her mother and taken action against Lars, Denise finally felt guiltless, relieved, and freed. She was soon using her three and a half days off every weekend to do the planning, research, and traveling necessary to design and develop tours for her tour company. She determined it would take her about three-weeks to research the numerous restaurants, hotels, bed and breakfasts, and tourist locations she'd identified and to prepare a tentative itinerary for her proposed one-on-one tours of the seldom seen beautiful locations in Jamaica. Denise was surprised how quickly she identified what she needed, and how much information she already had in her files, and that in those cases where she didn't have the information, she usually had the name, phone number or email, and address of someone who did. She prepared three possible tours, four if you counted the weeklong tour she'd already prepared for Lars. Sunday, at dinner with her parents, Denise asked her father how much he would charge her to prepare the legal documents she'd need to create and operate a tour agency. Ken Johnson smiled and told his daughter, "I will give you a list of the information I will need and once you've provided that information I will take the required actions to incorporate your business. Don't worry about the costs, I'll charge you the discounted family and friends' hourly rate." When Denise frowned, Ken added, "If you don't have the money, I will provide financing against a percentage of shares in your company. A company in which, having heard your concept, I'm willing to invest a good deal of money. Let's say twenty-five percent of your shares?" "Father, I don't have a company, much less any shares to sell," Denise giggled. "But you will, once I've prepared and filed your incorporation papers," Ken Johnson told his daughter without a trace of humor. "Are you serious?" "Yes Denise. I have faith in you, I think you will be a wonderful manager, and I think your company is a unique concept, with lots of potential and few negatives. So, unless you object, I will prepare the papers for you and I'll take my fees in the form of shares." "It's a deal, as long as you're still offering your discounted family and friends' rate and the total costs will come to no more than the equivalent of five percent of the shares," Denise told her father sternly. Ken laughed, "See, I was right! You're a good business manager and you'll make sure your company is successful." * * * * * Progressive Challenges In October, after chatting online with her for five months, Will still teased Denise about her prudish attitude, especially her oft-stated objection to wearing revealing or exotic clothes—the clothes her mother wore. He tried many means to encourage, convince, and prod Denise to let go of her inhibitions, but without success. She was resolute in her belief that a proper lady would not dress like a "chippy" and that her father insisted his daughter always dress primly. During their chats, Denise shared many stories about her father daring her to try different sports and activities. She explained how she accepted every one and attempted to accomplish them until her father finally declared her the winner of his dare. Based on those stories Will assumed it was unlikely she would pass on a dare, even a dare that called upon her to dress and behave like her mother. Thus, Will hoped that a series of dares might encourage and persuade her to be less prudish, to wear clothing that was more revealing, enjoy the thrill of exhibiting herself, and to appreciate the excitement of knowing others might see her while she was exposed. He wanted to give her an opportunity to enjoy the exhilaration of exhibition and to build on that until she could see the benefits of giving up her prim behavior and learn to be more open and uninhibited. Unfortunately, she was reluctant to accept his dares, knowing that he'd undoubtedly created them with the primary, if not only purpose of getting her to reveal more of her body. In an effort to convince her to wear revealing outfits and behave in an uninhibited manner, Will offered her the Seven Progressive Challenges. Actually, it wasn't really an offer; he was, in effect, challenging her to prove that her, quote, proper behavior, end quote, wasn't just her justification for acting and behaving like a prude. He declared that if she wouldn't take the challenges—a program well known throughout the world and governed by an international committee—she was admitting she was a prude. To egg her on, he disclosed that he'd taken the Seven Progressive Challenges. They were designed specifically for him, as were all the challenges, and he completed them without a problem. "In fact," he told her late one evening during an Internet chat, "I had a fantastic time during each of the challenges. Participants must provide proof of their successful accomplishment of each of the challenges. I found that selecting photographs or videos proving I had completed a challenge and writing about my feelings while completing it was frequently just as exciting as the execution of the challenge." "How does it work and how do I know it isn't fixed, that I'll have to do something embarrassing to complete the challenges?" Happy that he'd piqued her interest, Will explained, "First, it's overseen and certified by a world-wide organization, the Société Internationale de Défis Progressive." "Really! How does it work?" Will, sensing she was interested in taking the challenges, sent her the two messages he'd prepared earlier in the hope she might consider them. "The society reviews and approves all the challenges issued by its members, certifies the satisfactory completion of each, and issues a certificate to those who successfully complete their challenges. The Seven Progressive Challenges is actually a series of tests, each one building on the previous and are thus, progressively more challenging. Each participant receives challenges designed specifically for them and subsequent challenges reflect and reinforce the activities and feelings documented by the participant upon completing their previous challenge." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 02 "Although the society's purpose is to offer challenges that are increasingly more difficult, daring, and risqué than their predecessor, the society reviews all challenges to ensure they are safe. The society will not ask, expect, or have any participant do anything dangerous. Nothing you do during the challenges should cause you any physical, mental, or emotional harm or get you arrested. Further, you can resign from, that is quit, the challenges at any time without having to specify your reason." "I need to think about it," Denise responded after she'd read his messages. Will immediately responded with three additional messages he'd prepared in the hopes they might keep her focused on the dare he'd placed before her and perhaps convince her to accept the challenges. It was Will's hope, that he could entice into considering them and because she'd willingly accepted her father's dares, she'd be inclined to accept his. The first message, after Will quickly revised it, read, "I am taking your response, i.e., "to think about it," as your agreement to consider accepting the Seven Progressive Challenges. Assuming your interest is piqued and you will see the positive aspects of the challenges, I will send you an email with the subject: "Seven Progressive Challenges Offer." That email is a formal offer, approved by the society, which you can accept or reject. You may take as long as you need to decide whether you are interested in taking the challenges. Once you are prepared to make your decision, open the email containing the formal offer. You will have the option to reject, continue to consider, or to accept the challenges." A subsequent message continued, "If you decide to reject the offer, use the email containing the offer to reply, stating you are "REJECTING the offer to participate in the Seven Progressive Challenges." If you wish to continue to consider your acceptance, you may do so, but only having opened the first message. Please do not open the second email unless you have decided to accept the Seven Progressive Challenges." The final message stated, "With the formalities out of the way, let me make one last attempt to convince you to accept the challenges. I truly believe that should you accept them, you will find the Seven Progressive Challenges exciting, informative, insightful, and a great deal of fun. I hope, for your own reasons, you will accept the challenges and make every effort to complete all seven." Will hoped the challenges would help her overcome her apparent repression and obvious inhibitions. That, through the challenges, she would learn to become uninhibited in her approach to dressing, life, and sex. It was his desire that the challenges would push her toward becoming a woman that enjoyed all that life had to offer. Previously, Will sent a request to the Société Internationale de Défis Progressive explaining the reasons for presenting the challenges and his desired outcomes and goals, and received the society's approval to present Denise with her first challenge. Wishing to be in a position to move things forward, Will also developed a obtain approval for a preparatory challenge, one that would test her will power but not require her to expose herself too far outside her comfort zone. Since he had official approval, Will sent Denise the email explaining the first challenge. * * * * * Later that evening, after considering her options, Denise concluded she wanted to take Will's dare, to accept his Seven Progressive Challenges offer. She still wasn't confident that she could complete all seven of the progressively daring and risqué challenges that Will would undoubtedly present her. Despite her doubt, she opened the first email knowing she would consider and most likely accept Will's challenges. _______________ From: Will Kruger To: Denise Johnson Date: Sunday October 10 Subject: Seven Progressive Challenges Offer Denise, You have agreed to consider the Seven Progressive Challenges and, should you accept them, to make every effort to complete each of the challenges presented to you. Remember, each challenge is progressively more daring and risqué than the previous until you either resign or successfully accomplish all seven challenges. The first challenge is preparatory to several of the subsequent challenges. You should only accept the first challenge if you are willing and committed to completing the remaining six challenges and thus earning the Seven Progressive Challenges certificate from the Société Internationale de Défis Progressive, verifying that you have proven you are uninhibited and not a prude. Please keep in mind that the things you will be challenged to do will not, in and of themselves, cause you any physical, mental, or emotional harm or result in your being arrested, although, they may cause you some difficulties if you are not careful. As you are completing the challenges, you always need to be aware of your surroundings and the people around you, especially those who can see you, and therefore take photographs and videos of you and what you are doing. If you are still unsure of your commitment or ability to complete all seven of the challenges that I will present to you, please stop reading this message and send me a return email stating that you are REJECTING my Seven Progressive Challenges offer. Read the next email message ONLY if you are committed to accepting and completing the Seven Progressive Challenges. Your Hopeful Challenger, Will _______________ Although she'd read it, Denise didn't pay attention to Will's request or warning at the end of his first email. She only knew that she was interested in learning more about the challenges. She knew she wanted to prove to Will that she wasn't the prude he thought she was, that she could be uninhibited like her mother. Therefore, disregarding Will's conditions regarding continuing, she opened the second email. _______________ From: Will Kruger To: Denise Johnson Date: Sunday October 10 Subject: Seven Progressive Challenges Offer -- Continued Good! First, if you wish to verify that the society officially sanctioned and approved these Seven Progressive Challenges, you may go to the society's website. Entering the International Society for Progressive Challenges in any Internet search engine should give you a link to their home page. Once there, you can enter my name and the challenge number (10-28295) in the website's search box. I hope you will take the challenges in the spirit intended: as a means to allow you to test your will power, to push your exhibition boundaries beyond your current comfort zone, and to learn to enjoy the freedom of uninhibited behavior. Below are instructions you need to follow in order to accomplish your first challenge, which in turn will prepare you to complete the Seven Progressive Challenges. Instructions for First Challenge For the first challenge, and to prepare for the remaining challenges, you need to obtain 1) a short skirt with a hem at least four inches above your knees, preferably six inches; 2) a sleeveless, front-buttoning, lightweight, preferably transparent or at least diaphanous, blouse; 3) a pair of three-inch, preferably at least four inches, stiletto heeled pumps or sandals; and 4) optionally, but preferred, at least one pair of opaque, thigh-high, stay-up or hold-up nylons. If you already have any or all of the items, you are well on your way to completing the first challenge. If, as I suspect, you do not own any of these items you need to purchase them at a clothing store. When you have gathered the required clothing items, dress in the clothes and have someone, preferably someone you do not know, take at least five photos of you, somewhere other than your apartment, while you are wearing the clothes, and email three or more of those photos to me so that I can approve your selections and the accomplishment of your first challenge. An option to save you some money would be to have someone take photos as you try on and model the clothes at the store. That way, you won't need to purchase the clothing items until I have approved them. Once you have selected and I have approved the specified clothing items, let me know how much the clothes cost and I will reimburse your expenses. To aid you in achieving your goal of completing the Seven Progressive Challenges and to practice documenting your proof of having accomplished each challenge, you need to prepare a journal. That journal should document 1) your preparation, (e.g., getting dressed and getting to the location); 2) executing the challenge, (i.e., the actions you took to accomplish the challenge); and 3) your feelings as you performed the challenge and just after completing it. You will also need to take numerous photos throughout each challenge. Once you complete a progressive challenge, as your proof, in addition to a required minimum number of photographs, you will need to provide me a narrative of the events and your feelings along with any additional photos you believe are necessary or will add to your story and my understanding. After you complete a challenge and I have accepted your proof, I will send you the next challenge. The challenges will continue until you accomplish the seven challenges or elect to resign and thus admit to the world that you are an inhibited prude. It is my preference, but not a requirement of the challenges, that you email the photos of you modeling the clothes and specified descriptions within seven days of accepting the challenges. Your Challenger, Will _______________ After sending the emails, Will picked up his wine glass, sat on his love seat, and wondered, "Will this push her too far or too fast? Am I asking her to do something she will find too uncomfortable to attempt? What if I'd misread or misunderstood what she has been telling me, or at least hinting? On the other hand and more importantly, what if I'm right in believing she subconsciously wants this, wants me to make her do this?" He knew it was a risk, but, if he was right, if she had indeed been sending those signals that he believed he was receiving, and he had correctly interpreted and understood those signals, if, as he believed, she was unconsciously begging him to help her, it was his duty and his desire to do that, to help her. To justify his actions to himself, he said aloud for the world to hear, "After all, she's my friend," and then said only to himself, "Friend? When did that happen?" He finally thought, "And is that what I want her to be, my friend, or am I hoping, wishing, praying for more than friendship?" Will, wine glass in hand, leaned back in the love seat and considered all the things the two of them had shared in the last six months. He recalled and analyzed their chats to see if he could discern a pattern or a message. Later, as he got up to refill his glass, he reminded himself, that unlike computer systems, the patterns of human emotions were convoluted and difficult to discern and analyze, and talking aloud to himself he concluded, "This would normally be a difficult task, but given Denise's history and inhibitions, it will be nearly impossible to understand what signals she's sending. But, as her friend, I believe I owe her the effort." * * * * * Although she wanted to accept the challenges, Denise took most of the week to decide if she could and should go through with all seven challenges. On Friday at lunch with her mother, Denise mentioned the challenges in hopes of getting a fresh perspective, albeit one that would surely be excited about the idea of the challenges and pushing for her to accept every dare. At first, they debated the benefits and problems with accepting the challenges. Annika pointed out, "I'm sure you'll find them to be thrilling and exciting." Denise responded, "No, I'll probably find them unnerving and embarrassing." Annika told her daughter, "It sounds like it would be very exciting," before giving Denise her usual motherly advice, "So why don't you loosen up, quit acting like a prude, and enjoy the bounty God and my good genes gave you!" Denise expressed her reluctance to accept a series of challenges, "Mother, the challenges will undoubtedly involve escalating degrees of exhibitionism, designed, and intended to force me to expose ever more of myself unless I'm willing to concede that I'm indeed a prude." The debate ended when Annika, after reading and considering Will's emailed assurance the challenges would be safe, insisted Denise take them and do everything asked of her. Annika asked her daughter, "Why would you even consider taking the challenges unless you're willing to do everything necessary to win them? Think all or nothing. How else will you prove to him and yourself that you are not inhibited, not a prude?" After carefully considering her mother's arguments, Denise reluctantly acquiesced, "If you're sure it's the right thing to do, I'll take the challenges with the intent of completing all seven." Now that she had committed to going through with the Seven Progressive Challenges, Denise reviewed the email and sat down with her journal—she had kept one since her first year in Secondary school when she decided she wanted to become a writer and had learned that maintaining a journal was a wonderful method for developing one's writing skills. Denise began her Seven Progressive Challenges journal by listing what she understood about the challenges, what she believed she would need to do to accomplish the challenges, and what would be required of her. Knowing that the first challenge involved being photographed wearing revealing clothes, Denise expected subsequent challenges would involve someone taking photographs of her, in public, wearing those same revealing clothes, and less. Based on what she knew of Will from his emails and their Internet chats, she suspected the subsequent challenges would eventually include public displays of her most intimate body parts and possibly sexual activities. Denise then remembered her mother's admonishment, that if she took the challenges—an action that her mother favored—she should do it as an "All or nothing," proposition. With that mantra rattling in her head, Denise believed she had everything she needed to take on the challenges, except her mother's uninhibited attitude towards her body, sex, and life in general. For one of the few times in her life, Denise envied her mother. She wrote in her journal, "I believe I can force myself to accomplish any challenge that involves exposing my body, it's the exposure of my inner thoughts that concerns me. As for sexual encounters, I'm hoping, based on Will's previous statements that the challenges will not cause me any harm, and believe that because of his awareness of my concerns about sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies, that I will not have to face that decision. Therefore, I've decided not to worry about continuing with the challenges until, and if, a challenge requires me to engage in a sexual activity. Only then will I consider and make a decision about quitting." * * * * * Sunday morning Denise woke up early, feeling excited and surprised to find that she was still willing to accept Will's Seven Progressive Challenges. She climbed out of her bed and, without dressing, prepared a cup of tea, sat at her computer, and prepared her email to Will. _______________ From: Denise Johnson To: Will Kruger Date: Sunday October 17 Subject: Acceptance of the Seven Progressive Challenges Will, I am sure of my commitment to completing the first and any subsequent challenges you wish to propose. Thus, I hereby officially announce my willingness and intent to participate in the Seven Progressive Challenges. Within the week, I will send you an email, containing relevant excerpts from my journal and the specified photographs of me modeling the required clothing items. I hope that one email will be sufficient to permit you to review and approve the clothes I selected and thereby certify that I completed the first challenge. Uninhibitedly, Denise _______________ Afterwards, she sat back in her easy chair, enjoying her tea as she contemplated what challenges Will would present her and how she would go about accomplishing each one. She'd already decided she was willing to bare her body as necessary to win the challenge. "After all," she reassured herself, "I'm not giving anything away. I know, when I complete the challenges, I will still have all my body parts. Will promised no harm would come to me. He assured me I won't have to worry about being arrested or fired from my job because of anything he will asks me do in a challenge. Thus, once I've completed the seven challenges, I will still be me. As for exposing my inner thoughts, given the preparation for the challenges I don't see that being a problem. It appears, for now, that Will is simply pushing me to dress provocatively and flash strangers as a means of proving to him that I'm not a prude. Moreover, if I remember that I've already effectively done those things whilst dancing in Bacchanal Road Marches, the challenges shouldn't be difficult. I think, no I know, I can complete the seven challenges and prove to Will that I can be uninhibited." Getting up to make one more cup of tea before she had to get dressed and go to the gym for her workout and swim, Denise almost shouted, "I will complete the Seven Progressive Challenges and he will have to admit that I am not a prude!" * * * * * First Challenge Deciding to take advantage of her mother's obvious knowledge of revealing and risqué clothing, Denise asked Annika if she knew of any shops that sold clothes similar to those specified in Will's email. Annika, excited that Denise had accepted Will's challenges, gave her the addresses of three shops in the New Kingston area that sold the kind of clothing she suspected Will wanted Denise to wear—the kind of clothing Annika wore. Friday morning, after her workout and swim, Denise grabbed her small digital camera and headed out to shop for her new revealing clothes. She'd decided to take Will's advice and to save some money by having a clerk or customer photograph her as she tried on and modeled the clothes in the store. That also appealed to her because she found it difficult to decide which of the few people she knew she trusted to photograph her as she posed in what would obviously be revealing clothes. In the first store she visited, Denise found a short skirt she liked, but she couldn't find a transparent or diaphanous blouse or stiletto heeled sandals and if she was going to do the challenge, she was going to follow her mother's advice and "go all-the-way." The second store had everything she needed, a short, hip-hugger, suede skirt with a hem that fell six inches above her knees, a sheer, tan, sleeveless, front-buttoning blouse, a pair of brown sandals with three and a half-inch stiletto heels, and tan, thigh-high, stay-up stockings. Denise found a clerk—a mousey girl wearing a very conservative, grey skirt and jacket suit with a white blouse buttoned to her neck—and asked her if she would hold the clothes for her. When the clerk agreed to her request, Denise walked to the third store to see if it had any useful clothes. That store had some of the most revealing and risqué clothes she'd ever seen. She knew immediately it had to be her mother's favorite store. While she was sure Will would love any of the clothes in the store, she also knew she wasn't ready to go out in public wearing anything she found in the store. Besides, she believed most of the clothes were so revealing that should she ever have the nerve to wear them in public the police would likely arrest her for indecent exposure. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 02 Denise returned to the second store and as she retrieved her clothes from the young sales girl who had agreed to hold them for her she asked the clerk for another favor. When the young girl looked at her quizzically, Denise explained, "I need you to take a couple of pictures of me whilst I try on these clothes so I can show them to my boyfriend. If he likes them, I'll come back tomorrow and buy them." The clerk frowned at Denise, but otherwise she didn't move. "I'm not a freak, I'll give you five-hundred dollars for helping me," Denise offered, showing the clerk a Nanny, a Jamaican $500 bill with a picture of the Nanny of the Maroons and worth about $5 U.S., adding, "For your trouble." Nodding her agreement, the clerk handed Denise the clothes and led her to the fitting room in a back corner of the store. Denise, having concluded, logically and unemotionally, that Will would undoubtedly make her do it later, removed everything she wore except her panties before she donned all the items that made up her new outfit, except the packaged stay-up hose. With her heart beating and stomach churning, she stepped out of the curtained cubicle with her camera and the "Nanny" bill. Seeing herself in the mirror, Denise was surprised to find that she did not object to her appearance. Because she was in heels, her calves were well defined and she stood erect, instead of her usual hunched over posture. The lightweight suede skirt was very short and she'd have to remain aware of her surroundings as she sat down and while seated. Nevertheless, while she was standing the skirt accentuated her long, and thanks to her heels, shapely legs. Looking at her back, she saw that the skirt closely contoured the shape of her buttocks, but not too closely as to seem erotic or trampy. As was her habit, in her effort to conceal her large breasts, she had not tucked the blouse into the skirt's waistband. However, the sheer material of the blouse clearly revealed the curve of her breasts, the outline of her areolae, and did nothing to conceal the protrusions from her aroused nipples. When she moved, the blouse fluttered, alternating between concealing and revealing her shape. Yet, she was intrigued with the blouse and she especially liked how its color complimented her skin tones and matched the light brown suede skirt. Denise handed the clerk her camera and had her take a dozen photographs before handing her the "Nanny" bill and taking back the camera. Satisfied with her clothing choice and her poses for the photographs, Denise changed back into her own clothes, walked to the cash register, handed the clerk the clothes she'd tried on, and asked her to hold them until the next day. * * * * * Back in her apartment Denise downloaded the pictures from her camera and selected three she liked and thought would best show the clothes she'd selected, a front view, a profile, and one from behind as she bent down to adjust her shoes with the bottom of her "big ole arse" barely concealed under the short skirt. After selecting the last photograph she wondered, "Why did I pick this picture? I know Will's going to like these clothes simply because they expose me. Except he'd probably have me wear the skirt without panties and then he'd have me bend over so my naughty parts were visible. So why am I encouraging him by sending this photo?" She didn't have an answer to her questions. Later, as she drafted her email documenting her feelings when she was shopping that morning, Denise found she was aroused as she recalled selecting the sexiest clothes she could find that met Will's criteria. She recalled that as she modeled them, she thought about having to wear the clothes in public and wondered what everyone would think of her. After all, she could see, as Will had told her she would, that with her long legs and large breasts exposed she would attract a great deal of attention in the outfit. Then, unlike the prim and proper lady she'd striven to be until then, she had such wanton thoughts that she was soon wet between her thighs. In her email message she told Will how, after she led the clerk to the fitting room, assuming Will would want her to, she left the curtains partially open so the clerk could watch her change if she wished. She told him how she debated between leaving her bra on or removing it and logically, analytically, and unemotionally concluded he would surely want her braless, if not then, then soon enough, so she determined she might as well get used to wearing the blouse without a bra. She explained how she'd shivered when she removed her bra and again as the material of the nearly sheer blouse slid over her erect nipples, how moist she got as she grabbed her camera and the "nanny" bill from her purse, pushed the changing room curtain aside and walked out in her revealing clothes. Remembering how powerful she felt as she posed for the clerk and ordered her to take each of the dozen photographs, she tried to explain it to Will. As Denise typed her email, she relived and revealed how powerful she felt as she told the clerk to hold the clothes and then informed her, "If my boyfriend likes the photos I'll come back tomorrow and buy the clothes." When Will read that line, he subconsciously liked that Denise had called him her boyfriend, even if it was a little fib to influence the clerk. Continuing to describe her adventure, Denise first recognized and then explained that she was surprised with how much in charge she felt as she walked back to her apartment knowing she had used her body, dress, and attitude to dominate the clerk while posing outside the fitting room wearing a nearly see-through blouse without a bra. As she prepared the email, Denise was so satisfied with the feelings she'd experienced modeling the revealing clothes that she determined she would not ask Will to reimburse her. When she'd finished telling her story, Denise attached the three photographs she'd selected and sent the email to Will without bothering to edit her words. Within ten minutes she received his approval along with a personal message, "Denise, always remember those feelings, because they are the prize that both drives and satisfies the uninhibited." * * * * * Saturday morning, Denise walked the three blocks to the shop and paid the clerk for the clothes. Leaving the shop with her new clothes, Denise thought, "I feel powerful and in charge. I'm sure it's because I know the clerk believes I'm an uninhibited female who is willing to wear these clothes in public, clothes the clerk would never have the courage to wear. That feeling is, as Will told me it would, what is convincing and driving me to continue down this path, to become uninhibited, to become just like my mother." Back in her apartment, Denise thought about the remaining challenges that awaited her acceptance. Challenges surely designed to coerce her to expose more of herself to more people. Knowing Will, as she believed she did, his challenges would specify exactly what he expected her to do while executing each challenge and what she would have to do to prove she had successfully completed each of the challenges. She acknowledged aloud, "I know that each challenge will require more of me, require me to be more uninhibited, to become more of an exhibitionist. Yet, that does not frighten or deter me. Instead, it motivates and excites me. Oh my, what have I become?" * * * * * Saturday afternoon Denise, as was becoming her custom since rearranging her work schedule, drove to the Melbourne district of Kingston to visit her mother and father. Her outgoing Jamaican mother was thrilled to learn that Denise had accepted and accomplished the first of the Seven Progressive Challenges. Denise was surprised when her prim English father, asked, "Do you think you will be able to earn a certificate?" Not understanding what her father meant or considering the ramifications of his implied knowledge of the challenges, Denise replied, "That is my goal father." "Very good," Ken told his daughter with a smile as he hugged her before turning to leave. As he walked away, he commented to no one in particular, "Now all my Jamaican beauties will be certified exhibitionists." Annika patted a chair next to her at the dining room table and asked, "So, why don't you tell me all about buying the new clothes for your first challenge?" "I can do better than that," Denise answered as she pulled her notebook computer out of her backpack purse, put it on the table, and sat down in the seat next to her mother. She opened the computer as she explained, "I have some pictures I had taken to get Will's approval for the clothes." The first photograph Denise brought up on the screen showed her posed facing the camera with her arms out to the sides and away from her body. "I like the outfit. I think the heels and skirt show off your legs nicely. However, the blouse surprises me. It's unlike you to wear something so revealing. In fact, it's so sheer that I can clearly see that you weren't wearing a bra," Annika calmly told her daughter. Denise blushed slightly but, as she brought up the second photo, a profile shot, she decided not to try to explain why she'd removed her bra. She wasn't ready to talk with her psychologist mother about how much influence her Internet friend had over her thoughts and emotions. "My, it certainly does show off your ass and breasts, and look at the curve of your calves, that's why you should always wear heels," Annika commented. Knowing how much excitement it would garner from her mother, Denise continued to keep her silence as she brought up the last photo. The photograph showed Denise from behind as she bent down, her legs straight and her knees locked, her hands reaching down for her shoes, her breasts quite evident as her blouse pulled tight around her chest, and the bottom of her ass visible below the hem of her short suede skirt. As she looked at it, Annika took a deep breath, and considered what she wanted to say. "What do you think," Denise asked grinning at her mother's rare display of reserve. "Did you send this to Will?" "Yes. These are the three photos I sent him to get his approval for the clothes and my first challenge." "Well, I must say, Will has certainly gotten you to come out of your shell," Annika told her with a laugh. As Denise laughed with her mother, she recalled her thoughts as she committed to the challenges, specifically, that she was willing to bare her body to win the challenges because she knew that showing her body would not cause her harm. That when she finished the challenges she would be the same person that started them. After all, she had once unintentionally bared herself at the Bacchanal Road March and it hadn't harmed or changed her. She remembered Will once telling her something a girlfriend, his first lover, had told him. According to Will, for some unfathomable reason she'd wanted to expose her breasts to him in public and to that end, she'd analyzed the possible repercussions of her proposed action and concluded that if she did so, no one could or would take anything from her; they could and would only admire her beauty or nerve. After she'd gone through with her display, she felt vindicated. Her logic had been correct. Denise used that same logic first to convince herself to take the Seven Progressive Challenges and later to gather the nerve to pose in front of the clerk wearing a diaphanous blouse while braless. The logic had again proven to be correct. No one had taken anything from her. In fact, the clerk appeared to admire and be in awe of Denise. Will's girlfriend had been right! Denise noted that someday, but not today, she should talk with her mother about that logic and her experience while employing it. * * * * * Second Challenge Immediately after Denise agreed to accept the Seven Progressive Challenges, Will prepared the second and third challenges and obtained the approval of the Société Internationale de Défis Progressive so he could offer them to Denise as soon as she completed the first challenge. Thus, to push Denise's boundaries and expand her comfort zone, so she might complete the progressive challenges and prove to herself that she could be uninhibited, he emailed the second of the Seven Progressive Challenges late Saturday night so she would have it the first thing Sunday. Sunday morning, Denise followed her usual routine. She awoke early, wearing the XXL Cricket Jersey she always wore as a nightgown, showered, and dressed in jeans and one of her father's old, white, long sleeved, French-cuffed, dress shirts. Dressed for a casual morning before her workout, she put a kettle of water on the stove for her tea, turned on her notebook computer and as it booted up she prepared her tea. With her cuppa in hand, she sat down at her make shift computer desk to scan her favorite chat rooms, visit a couple of the more active travel sites where she was a member, and read her emails. She'd nearly finished her tea when she first saw the email from Will. "This is it, my second challenge. I wonder how it will progress, what he'll make me do in order to complete it. Well, let's take a look," she told herself as she opened the email message. _______________ From: Will Kruger To: Denise Johnson Date: Sunday October 24 Subject: Second Challenge: Tourist Spot Photographs Denise, Because the challenges are progressive, your second challenge is to wear the clothes you purchased for the first challenge, with the top three buttons of the blouse unbuttoned, and go to a well-known tourist spot. After walking around for at least ten minutes, you are to ask someone, preferably a stranger, to take at least five photographs that clearly show you posing at a recognizable tourist spot. Your proof will be at least three, and preferably more, photographs clearly showing you at an identifiable tourist spot while wearing your approved clothes as specified above. In addition, as you did for the first challenge, you need to provide a summary of your journal entries about your feelings as you prepared for, executed, and completed the challenge. As with the first challenge, I will review the photographs along with your descriptions and determine if you accomplished the challenge. Once I determine that you accomplished the challenge, I will immediately notify you of such. Your Impressed Challenger, Will _______________ "Not so bad," Denise thought, "I'll get this out of the way and move on with the rest of the challenges. If they're all like this, by the end of next week I'll have completed all seven challenges and proven to him, and everyone else, that I'm not a prude." To build her resolve, Denise reminded herself that she'd already posed for photos wearing the short skirt and sheer blouse when she was in the clothing store. She recalled her journal entries from when she was considering accepting the challenges. Specifically, she recalled the entries where she decided, knowing that no harm would come to her as a result of the challenges, that she was willing to bare her body as necessary to win a challenge. With that revised resolve, she was prepared to wear the blouse, with her cleavage displayed, as she posed in a public park and allowed a stranger to take photographs of her, albeit with her camera. Denise spent the rest of the day assessing her feelings regarding the challenge's effect on her attitude and behavior. She wondered if the challenges would destroy her father's efforts to teach her to be a prim and proper gentlewoman. If, somehow, Will's efforts would turn her into a conspicuous jade, a wanton exhibitionist—into her mother. That led her to consider her mother. Although she often behaved like a lusty strumpet, Denise, after several minutes of reflection, was positive her mother had never cheated on her husband, Denise's father. Moreover, although her mother dressed in suggestive, if not outright revealing clothes, Denise's father had, as far as Denise knew, never objected and, as she thought back on their times together, had often encouraged her mother to dress in those revealing clothes. Denise wondered, "Have I been wrong all these years? Have I misunderstood my mother's behavior? Have I been wrong about my father's attitude towards exhibitionist behavior?" Not wanting to worry any longer about her mother's actions in public and her father's acceptance of that behavior, Denise sat back in her easy chair, closed her eyes, and daydreamed of winning the Seven Progressive Challenges and making Will stand up in front of everyone and admit, "Denise Johnson is the most beautiful and least inhibited Jamaican woman I've ever encountered." * * * * * Monday, at the end of her work shift, Denise, having previously decided to forgo her workout, changed in the restroom at her office building and wore her challenge outfit, as she now referred to it, as she drove to Emancipation Park. She'd chosen the park because it was just across the road from the Jamaican Pegasus hotel and thus, it was well known, centrally located, and had plenty of nearby parking. A large, open area, it had been the starting point or Mas Camp for the annual Bacchanal Road March for many years. Most importantly, it had one particular feature she knew, even though he'd never been to Kingston, Will would recognize. It would definitely fulfill his requirement that the photographs prove she was at an identifiable tourist spot. On the drive to the park, Denise tried to ignore her momentary loss of resolve when she tried on the outfit in her apartment the previous evening. That was when she'd concluded she wasn't yet ready to walk around in a public area without a bra; especially wearing a sheer blouse with the top three buttons undone. Denise had opted to make a compromise and wear a small underwire bra her mother had given her years before. When that memory flashed through her brain, Denise looked down and saw that while her blouse had hidden the bra and her cleavage last night, now, under the bright sunlight they were very evident. In fact, the tiny shelf bra lifted and pushed her breasts together, giving her far more cleavage than she normally displayed. In addition, the blouse itself was almost invisible and with three buttons undone, the blouse gaped open and her bra, breasts, and cleavage were fully exposed. Despite that momentary concern, Denise remained committed to completing her challenge. Denise parked near the point where she planned to pose while she allowed a stranger to take photographs of her in her revealing clothes. After stretching and taking several deep breaths, Denise forced herself to get out of the car and walk the perimeter of the park. She spent twenty minutes circling the park. Will's dare called for ten minutes, so she wanted to double that time. She was not going to provide him with any opportunity to deny her the accomplishment of the second challenge. As she walked around the park and focused on her challenge, she soon forgot that her breasts were largely exposed. Instead, she repeatedly asked herself the question her mother posed when they had discussed the challenges, "Why bother taking the challenges if you're not willing to do everything possible to win them?" As she walked and recited her newly developed mantra, Denise scanned the park and the people in it. She first focused on where she intended to have her photographs taken to prove conclusively she was in a public park and confirmed she'd made a good choice. She'd chosen a statute she was sure Will would recognize, even though he'd never been to Kingston. Next, she tried to decide which man or woman she would ask to take the required photographs. As she studied each person she spotted in the park, she wondered if they would be willing to take the time to photograph her, or if they'd complain about how she was dressed, how revealing her clothes were. That decision required a lot more analysis and consideration than she'd anticipated. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 02 Denise finally mustered her courage and approached an older gentleman wearing a light grey, pinstriped, two-piece suit. As she neared, she showed him her camera and asked if he would mind taking several pictures of her as she posed before the Redemption Song Statue. Although he stared at her cleavage, he made no comment other than to agree to her request. When she posed in front of the statue of a naked male and female slave rising from a pool of water, Denise realized that posing for a stranger, in front of a statue of a well-endowed couple, when wearing revealing clothes was very exhilarating. She also realized that, like dancing on the front of a Bacchanal float, as long as she stayed focused on her goal, while it was exciting it was not overwhelming. She was thankful the challenge had allowed her to ask a stranger to take the photos. She didn't think she would have had the strength to let anyone she knew see her in such a revealing outfit, much less to have to pose in front of them as they took their time looking at her and taking numerous photographs. * * * * * As soon as she returned to her apartment, Denise turned on her computer, poured a glass of wine, sat at her makeshift computer desk, and prepared to put all her feelings into an email to Will. She first selected three photographs from those the gentleman had taken of her in front of the Redemption Song Statue. Next, she prepared a long narrative about how scared and then excited she was as she changed into her new clothes in the office restroom, walked to her car, drove to the park, and walked around the park. She explained that she had to prod herself mentally to ask an elderly gentleman to photograph her, and again when she posed before the Redemption Song Statue. Without thought or concern, she confessed that her biggest thrill was when she allowed the gentleman to kiss her on the cheek. During the kiss, she could see that he had a "stiffy" that tented his trousers. For a second she thought to ask, "Am I the cause of your discomfort," or perhaps, "Is that because of me?" She explained that although she hadn't, it felt good for that moment, to feel so sexy, so decadent, so like her mother. Upon seeing her photographs, Will was stunned to see just how beautiful she was when she stood up straight and smiled. However, he was disappointed to see she'd worn a bra, even if it was quite revealing. He quickly responded to her email, telling her, "Although wearing a bra was a step backwards, not the progression the Society and I expected, your photographs and emailed narrative sufficiently proved you met all the specified requirements and thus completed the second challenge. I will send your third challenge within a week." Will's email further suggested, "Until the next challenge, you should focus on your feelings while you were walking around the park in your heels, wearing a short skirt and a revealing blouse. Think about how you felt as the people in the park admired you. Remember the butterflies in your stomach as you gathered the nerve to ask a stranger to take photographs of you as you posed in front of the Redemption Song Statue. Recall, how excited you were as the gentleman was taking those photos. You should especially remember how strong and empowered you felt as you let the gentleman kiss you and when you saw that the sight of you had aroused him. Finally, remember how excited you were afterwards as you went back to your apartment, when you reviewed and selected the photos you wanted to show me, and as you wrote about your experience. As I've told you before, you should always remember and understand those feelings, because those are the feelings that both drive and satisfy the uninhibited." Denise did as Will suggested and in addition to being pleased with her memories, she awoke the following two mornings very excited from her vivid and quite erotic dreams. In the first dream, she wore only her new heels as she walked around Emancipation Park and chatted with the other visitors. In the second, she was shopping while wearing only her new heels and skirt. When she was in an exotic clothing store, she tried on several revealing outfits and modeled them for the other customers. In both dreams, she was uninhibited and everyone praised her beauty and openness. While recalling her dreams, she wondered if she was feeling the same excitement that her mother had recently talked about with her. Denise thought, "Perhaps that's why mother is always so happy. If that's the case, I wonder if she spends more time remembering the excitement she experienced during her last exploit or thinking about her next one." * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 03 Chapter 3 -- Villa Ronai: Her challenge is to pose and dance while braless. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter continues the story of a young Jamaican woman's acceptance of the Seven Progressive Challenges and her accomplishment of the third challenge: to pose braless in a public tourist spot. While completing the challenge she also poses topless with an elderly American tourist and her Jamaican male photographer. Interracial Love: this chapter continues the developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man. Mature: the story's primary characters are a young (26-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (41-year-old) man. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send your comments to the author. It is the author's desire to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Third Challenge Monday evening after a long day at work and a hard workout at the gym, Denise was enjoying a glass of wine and checking her emails when she received the third of the seven progressive challenges. Seeing the email's subject was "Third Challenge: Tourist Spot (sans bra)," she hesitated. Although she'd spent the week remembering and relishing her excitement while completing the second challenge, the realization that she would have to go out in public without a bra while wearing the sheer tan blouse concerned her. "Okay," she confessed aloud, "Now that it will soon become a reality, it scares me!" To steel herself, Denise recited a variation of her mother's question to her when she was considering taking the challenge, "Why take the challenge if you're not willing do whatever you must to win it?" Emboldened by her mother's intended inspiration and her exciting memories from and subsequent erotic dreams about the previous challenge, Denise's trembling finger pressed the key to open the email and display the message's contents—the third challenge. She was surprised to find her concerns overridden by her excitement and anticipation. _______________ From: Will Kruger To: Denise Johnson Date: Monday November 1 Subject: Third Challenge: Tourist Spot (sans bra) Denise, As I mentioned when I acknowledged your accomplishment of the second challenge, I am concerned that you regressed from the first challenge and opted to wear a bra for your second challenge. Please remember, the purpose of the Seven Progressive Challenges is for you to continually progress towards your ultimate goal, (in this case to become uninhibited,) while learning to recognize when you are regressing, to take the steps necessary to overcome any obstacle to your progress, and to learn to prevent the obstacle from interfering with your progress in the future. For the third challenge you will again need to wear the clothes I approved for your first challenge with the top three buttons of the blouse unbuttoned, your blouse tucked into your skirt and pulled tightly over your breasts, and WITHOUT a bra, camisole, or any similar form of covering or undergarment. For this challenge, you will again go to a well-known tourist spot of your choosing, preferably a different location than the one you used for your second challenge. While at the location, you are to have a stranger or preferably, someone you know, take at least five photographs, preferably many more, of you posing at that tourist spot while dressed as described in the previous paragraph. As in the previous challenge, your proof will be at least five photographs showing that you are wearing the clothes, obviously without a bra or similar undergarment, while at an identifiable tourist spot. As with the first two challenges, I expect you to provide a summary of your journal entries regarding your feelings as you prepared for, performed, and completed the challenge. In light of your regression in the second challenge, I asked the Société Internationale de Défis Progressive for permission to place a time limit on this challenge. They agreed to my request and therefore, you have one week (seven days) from tomorrow to submit your proof and obtain my acceptance of your successful accomplishment of this challenge. If, within the established timeframe, you have not provided acceptable proof that you accomplished the challenge, the society will disqualify you and deem you to have failed the challenge. Your Disappointed, yet Optimistic, Challenger, Will _______________ She muttered to herself, "So this challenge is obviously intended to force me to achieve my goal, to push me to become uninhibited, or should I say to be an exhibitionist." As she reread the challenge to ensure she knew exactly what Will expected, Denise concluded that the requirement that she wear her blouse tucked into her skirt to prove she was braless and the time limit to complete the challenge were of her own doing. Will had twice mentioned that he was concerned about her regressing, that he was concerned she had not made the progress he'd hoped for, and he obviously meant for this challenge to put her back on track. Seeing the challenge permitted her to use the same park, but Will preferred that she use a different tourist location, Denise smiled as she thought, "He undoubtedly intends to remove as much comfort and familiarity from each challenge as possible." Again, Will allowed her to have either a friend or a stranger take photos of her, although he preferred that she use someone she knew. "Of course," she said aloud, "he's disappointed that I regressed and wore a bra and he wants this to be a real challenge. He wants to push me, to make me face my inhibitions and overcome them." Denise moved to her large easy chair to contemplate her concerns. First, should she accept this challenge, second, if she did take the challenge, which tourist spot should she use, third, should she have a friend go along to take the photographs or again ask a stranger, and fourth, if she asked a friend, who should she ask? A half-hour and a glass of wine later she'd made all her decisions. First, she wanted to accept this challenge because, as her mother had said, how else would she prove to Will and herself that she wasn't a prude. For her second question, she selected the Villa Ronai as the tourist spot where she would pose for her photographic proof. Since it was remodeled and landscaped, it was frequently the location of beauty contests and model photo shoots. She'd decided that if she was going to have photographs taken of her with her breasts practically exposed, she at least wanted it to be in a beautiful setting. Next, she decided that it made sense to have somebody she knew take the photographs, because she could never be sure if anybody at the tourist spot would be available, willing, or, of more concern, trustworthy. As it turned out, the first three questions where the easiest to resolve. Her biggest difficulty was deciding which of her limited number of friends she would be willing to let see her in such revealing clothing, especially since she was sure Will's challenges would soon require her to reveal far more of her body. As she considered each person she knew, she concluded she didn't trust most of them to keep a secret and suspected some might use their cell phones to secretly take photos of her in her revealing clothes and a few would have little compunction about sharing those photos with everyone they knew, even posting them on the Internet. Eventually, Denise decided she'd ask an old friend to be her photographer. Andrew and Denise first met in secondary school and became good friends while they attended the Arts School. As it turned out, he was her only real friend while she was there and based on that friendship she believed she could trust him to keep her escapades a secret. After all, Andrew had kept the fact that he was homosexual a secret. Only a handful of Andrew's closest friends knew he was gay, and fewer were aware that his best friend and roommate, Jackson, was his lover. Besides being trustworthy, Andrew was polite, nice looking, and a good dancer. Whenever they were at the same club she made it a point to hang out with Andrew; she always danced with him and frequently with Jackson. Denise often went clubbing or to parties with Andrew when Jackson was working, out of town, or otherwise unavailable. She liked Andrew, not just because he was cute and a good dancer, but because she felt safe with him and because neither he nor Jackson teased her about being awkward or buxom. Moreover, they never made lewd advances toward her like many of the other guys at the clubs. Just as important, she knew Andrew was a good photographer. He worked part-time as a photographer's assistant and as an assistant instructor at the Arts School. Many fashion design students requested Andrew to do fashion photography work for them. Denise concluded she would ask Andrew to be her photographer and, if he agreed, she would accept the challenge. With all her decisions made, she called Andrew and explained that she wanted him to be her photographer while she completed one of a series of dares from her Internet friend. He did not ask any questions, he simply stated, "I've been looking for an opportunity to try out my new Nikon camera. I'll be happy to do it for you" She asked Andrew, "Would you be able to do the photo shoot Thursday afternoon?" It was her next free day, when she worked a half-day morning shift. "I only have one morning class on Thursdays, so that would be great for me." Andrew's only request was that after their "photo shoot," she go with him to his favorite bar for a couple of drinks and perhaps a few dances. Denise readily agreed, knowing that if she didn't like the looks of the bar she could just refuse to go inside with him. She was sure Andrew was too good a friend to object, he would understand her reluctance and accept her decision. Denise, remembering she wanted to maintain control of the photographs, inquired, "Will your Nikon take a standard two gigabyte memory card?" "Yes, of course." "I'll bring my own memory card. You will only use my card and I expect you to return it to me immediately after the photo shoot. Is that understood and acceptable?" "Sure," Andrew answered but wondered why she was concerned about the photographs she wanted him to take. "Good," Denise told him and added, "I'll pick you up outside your apartment house around one-thirty Thursday and drive us to the Villa Ronai for our photo session." "I'll be ready," Andrew agreed. Denise emailed Will her acceptance of his third challenge, simply stating, "I have read your third challenge and I accept it. I will do my utmost to meet all of its specified conditions." She signed it, "Your Challenged Friend, Denise." During the next two days, she repeatedly convinced herself that she was correct to accept the third challenge and she should go through with it. She told herself that the excitement and satisfaction of accomplishing the challenge would more than compensate for the concerns and fears she faced leading up to it. She repeatedly told herself that she wanted, no, she needed to go to Villa Ronai with Andrew for her "sans bra photo shoot" wearing a nearly transparent blouse—a fact she had confirmed when she reviewed the photos from her second challenge. * * * * * Villa Ronai Jaunt When Denise awoke Thursday morning, she had the memory of yet another dream fresh on her mind. She'd dreamed she was dancing in her favorite nightclub wearing her challenge outfit, as she and her mother now referred to the skirt, blouse, and heels she'd purchased for her first challenge. As she danced, she unbuttoned, stripped off, and tossed her gossamer blouse into the crowd. Topless, she did a Calypso around the dance floor. She next untied her short wrap-around skirt, let it drop onto the floor, and kicked it into the crowd. Wearing only her heels, she again did a Calypso around the dance floor. As with her previous dreams, she was uninhibited and happily accepted the praises and compliments about her beautiful body and her impulsive, guileless, and sensual behavior. Throughout the morning, her thoughts wandered to her upcoming third challenge that afternoon, "Did she have enough willpower to go to Villa Ronai with Andrew and let him photograph her wearing a sheer blouse whilst "sans bra?" Would she have the will-power to continue to pose with her knockers effectively exposed as people walked past her?" When her workday ended at one o'clock, she grabbed her duffle bag and headed to the ladies restroom to change. After retrieving her "challenge outfit" from the bag, Denise took off her loafers and jeans, stuffed them into her bag, and pulled on the short tan, suede, wrap-around, tie-waist skirt. She then rolled a hose up each leg and stepped into her stiletto-heeled sandals. Next, she pulled her lightweight hooded sweatshirt over her head and dropped it into the duffle bag. Her decisive moment had arrived. Taking a deep breath and reconfirming her commitment, she removed her bra. Her breasts swayed freely as she bent at her waist and dropped the bra into the bag. In the restroom mirror, Denise could see her unconstrained breasts swaying and bouncing as she slipped on her blouse, buttoned the front, leaving the top three buttons undone, and tucked the hem under the waistband of her skirt. She noticed that in the sunlight, the thin, nearly mesh material of the blouse revealed everything from her waist upwards. Denise picked up her duffle bag and following an old bit of advice from her mother, held her head up, stood straight, and walked to her car with a purpose, ignoring that her breasts jiggled and bounced with each step she took in her stiletto-heeled sandals. Traffic was unnaturally light and Andrew, as he'd promised, was waiting near a bus stop when she arrived. Other than the unnerving feeling of having a purported gay man stare at her all but unconcealed breasts, the drive to the Villa Ronai was uneventful. The Villa Ronai on Old Stony Hill Road was a restored 1940s villa. Denise had chosen the villa because of its beautiful landscape and marvelous views of the Caribbean Sea, the surrounding hills, and the city of Kingston. It had nine acres of well-tended gardens, stone terraces, fountains, and sculptures that Andrew could use as backdrops in the photos he would be taking of her posing in her sheer blouse. When she arrived at the villa, Denise was anxious seeing she'd have to walk a hundred yards from the parking lot to the nearest location that would identify the villa. Andrew, apparently unconcerned with Denise's predicament, pointed out the location he wanted to use, one that was even further away. Denise initially thought to argue with him, but decided that although she would have to walk further to his preferred location, it would be away from the crowds of tourists roaming between the villa's main building and the parking lot. Thinking of her mother's admonition that she, "Loosen up, quit acting like a prude," Denise again followed her mother's advice, and with her shoulders back, stomach sucked in, and chest thrust out, she walked carefully in her stiletto heels while trying to stay beside Andrew. On a small hill on the seaward side of the villa, Andrew found a patio, with concrete benches and a surrounding railing, perched between a clump of twenty-foot tall cypress trees on a grassy slope that ended at the edge of a cliff and overlooked Kingston. Andrew walked around considering the view and direction of the sun before he posed Denise. The position he finally selected was on a small hill behind the concrete patio with cypress trees on both sides and the villa visible in the background. "Stand erect and look up toward the Villa," Andrew instructed as he moved to one side so the sun highlighted Denise's breasts through the thin material of her blouse. He took several photographs from various angles. Andrew had her turn so the outlines of her nipples were visible under her blouse before instructing, "Spread your feet apart. Now, stand erect, lift your shoulders, pull them as far back as is comfortable, and lower them. Good! Suck in your stomach until you feel your abdominal muscles begin to strain. Excellent! Look at me as if I'm your lover, as if you want me to make love to you right here and right now! Perfect, now smile and don't move!" Andrew again took dozens of photographs from several different angles. "Fantastic! You can relax now," Andrew finally told her with a big grin. "Thank you, but in order to win this challenge I will need photographs that prove I'm at a tourist spot. From here you can't tell if that's the Villa Ronai in the background," Denise complained. Andrew apologized for his misunderstanding, his mistake, as Denise led them back up the hill to a spot where she could pose in front of the villa's main building while standing next to a sign that identified it as the Villa Ronai. Denise noticed that although the location she'd selected was a perfect place to prove she was at a tourist spot, it was also just off the main pathway between the public parking lot and the location where the tours of the villa began. Yet, despite knowing her breasts would be discernible to anyone who looked as they walked past, she decided to let Andrew pose her and take the photographs she needed to prove she'd accomplished Will's third challenge. Andrew asked, "Would you like to review the photos I took earlier?" After a short pause, Denise concluded and explained, "It was difficult enough to convince myself to come here and pose for these photos. Right now, I feel like I'm dressed. I don't think I want to confirm my belief that in this bright sunlight I'm fully exposed." Andrew placed her where she would be in the frame along with the villa and the identifying sign visible in the background. He next positioned Denise so the bright sunlight increased the transparency of her blouse. He had her pose to accentuate her shapely legs, curvaceous body, large breasts, and erect nipples. When he was satisfied with her position and pose, Andrew directed, "Okay, remember your earlier poses, stand erect with your feet apart, and head up. Good! Now, as you did earlier, look at your lover so he knows you desperately need him, so much so that you're ready to let him go down on you right here! Show him you're ready to have him "jook" you right now! Oh, yes! That's fantastic!" Andrew moved from one side to the other taking dozens of photographs of Denise who was blushing as she followed his direction and tried to look as if she wanted her lover to "jook" her, to fuck her. * * * * * Tourist's Request Just as Andrew announced he was finished, Denise noticed a visibly nervous gentleman approaching her. He was obviously an American tourist. He wore a blue baseball cap with "Dam Ships" embroidered in gold on the front, a light-blue nylon Columbia short-sleeved fishing shirt, carried a white canvas bag with the cruise ship's logo and name printed in blue, and had a sticker on his chest with the cruise line's logo and a number identifying him as a member of "Tour 7". Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 03 He smiled broadly as he came up to her and asked, "Pardon me miss, but aren't you one of the Carnival dancers on my grandson's poster?" Not knowing what he meant, Denise looked curiously at the gentleman before answering, "I've danced in the Road March, but..." "My grandson has a huge poster of you and another beautiful young lady on a Carnival float wearing headdresses, smiles, and little else." "I've danced on a Bacchanal float, but..." Denise again muttered before recalling the long disremembered time her costume top came apart and fell out of reach, leaving her topless as the float rolled into the reviewing area at the end of the road march. "Could I have a picture with you? My grandson will never believe I met you unless I have a picture," the gentleman stammered as he pulled a camera from his cruise ship bag. "Are you sure you don't have me confused with someone else, maybe Dani Sperle from Rio?" "My grandson has a poster of her walking in the Carnival parade wearing a headdress, sandals, and a glued-on triangle as a G-string. No, I'm pretty sure you're one of the two topless dancers in his Jamaican Carnival poster," the American explained as he openly ogled her breasts, which jiggled when she talked. Not wanting to get into an argument nor wanting to admit she had indeed danced topless on a Bacchanal float as everyone took photographs, Denise, in hopes of ending her embarrassment as quickly as possible, reluctantly agreed to his request and suggested, "Why don't you show Andrew how to use your camera so he can take a couple of pictures whilst you stand next to me?" The gentleman muttered his thanks as he handed Andrew his camera and pointed out the shutter button and zoom lever. He returned to Denise with a smile, his gaze fixed on the evident outline of her aroused nipples. Denise stood beside the gentleman and forced a smile as Andrew used the tourist's camera to take the photograph. "Thank you for posing for a photo," the American tourist acknowledged before he quietly asked, "I don't mean to be a pest, nor do I mean any disrespect, but I was wondering... Would you mind baring your breasts for a picture so I could prove to my grandson that I really met you?" Denise desperately wanted to get rid of him and the embarrassing memories he'd brought back. She determined that to do so without making a scene, she needed to fulfill his request quickly. She justified her decision by noting she was virtually bare-chested under her transparent blouse and thousands of people had already photographed her when she danced topless in the Road March Reviewing Area. Denise was astonished to hear herself tell the tourist, "You're asking a lot, but if you promise it's really important and it will be your last request, I'll do it." "Thank you. It will really impress my grandson and I promise I won't bother you any further." Seeing no one walking up the road to the villa, Denise pulled the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, unbuttoned the blouse, and holding it closed asked Andrew, "Are you ready to take another picture?" "Yes, go ahead," Andrew answered, as he held up the gentleman's camera and placed his finger on the shutter button. Denise muttered to herself and took a deep breath before she opened her blouse, put her right arm around the surprised gentleman, resting her hand on his right shoulder, and smiled while Andrew verified that they were both in frame, and pushed the shutter button. Denise felt empowered. She was once again uninhibited. She felt free! She wanted to help the gentleman impress his grandson, especially after having gone as far as to expose herself in public just to allow him to do so. Denise turned her head and kissed him on the cheek ignoring that his upper arm pressed between her bared breasts and her erect nipple was evident. Andrew took the photo with the man's camera. Denise turned and pulled the front panels of her blouse together. Before she buttoned the blouse closed, Andrew stopped her, and holding up his Nikon, suggested, "Why don't we retake those photos for your challenge?" Horrified at the suggestion at first, but reminding herself that these photos would prove to Will that she had been up to his challenge, Denise surprised herself as she nodded her consent and asked the tourist, who stared directly at her exposed cleavage, "Would you mind if we repeated the poses so Andrew could take the same photographs with his camera?" "That's the very least I can do in return for your kindness," the gentleman answered with a warm smile while looking into her eyes for the first time since they'd met. Denise couldn't help but smile when she noticed the gentleman's entrancing light blue eyes sparkled the same way sunlight sparkled off the Caribbean. Remembering her purpose, she opened her blouse before she again put her arm around the gentleman's shoulders. Remembering Will's admonishments regarding her Proof or Prude photos, she resolved that to prove to him she was now uninhibited, she would project her sensual and sexual nature and reveal herself to the camera. To that end, she placed her left hand on her hip, pulled her shoulders back, arched her back fully exposing her bared breasts and aroused nipples, and turned to face Andrew and his camera. While Andrew took several photographs, she felt empowered. She felt free to expose as much of her body as she desired. She was surprised, yet pleased, that a man seemed excited to see her exposed body. More astoundingly, she felt completely in charge of the situation. Andrew told them to hold their pose as he shuffled to his left and knelt down on one knee. After reminding Denise to stand up straight and pull her left elbow back, Andrew many photos and commented, "That's beautiful. Now hold that pose." Walking to his right Andrew took more photographs of Denise with her arm around the man's shoulder, her breasts thrust forward, and her dark nipples extended. When Andrew finished, the gentleman smiled at Denise and again thanked her. As an afterthought he asked, "By the way, what is your name?" At the time it happened, Denise had rationalized that although everyone in the Road March's Reviewing Area grand stands had taken photos of her dancing topless on the Bacchanal float, very few people knew the names of either of the two topless dancers on the front of the float, and therefore only a few people knew who she was. However, she forgot it was a secret and, without thought, she started to reveal her name, "My name is Dee—" "We call her Dee-Dee," Andrew interrupted, realizing that Denise was about to reveal her name and using the nickname her father had given her. Denise hated it when anyone other than her mother or father used that nickname. Yet, she quickly recognized and appreciated that Andrew had only used it to protect her. She picked up on Andrew's line, "Yes, you can tell your grandson I'm called Dee-Dee and the girl on my right is... em... ah, I mean Emma, but we usually call her Em," Denise told him, only thinking at the last minute to conceal the name of the girl that danced next to her on the float—Max, short for Maxine. Returning the gentleman's camera, Andrew, hoping to enforce his ruse, requested, "Please, if you feel you must share the ladies' names with your grandson, remind him that it is important that he keep their secret. As you many have figured out, neither lady desires the publicity or notoriety." * * * * * Bacchanal Poster After putting his camera back into his bag, the gentleman extended his hand and said, "Thank you Dee-Dee. By the way, I was so excited meeting you that I neglected to introduce myself earlier. My name is Harold. I'm a retired pharmacist from Fort Lauderdale... Florida." As they shook hands, Harold smiled as he looked into her eyes and asked, "I know I promised not to ask for any more favors, but it would truly mean a great deal to me and would really impress my grandson. I mean..." Harold looked to the ground and shuffled his feet like a teenage boy asking a girl for a date, before he continued, "Is there any way I could have a photo of you posed like you were for your poster?" Andrew chimed his desire to honor the tourist's request, "That would be a wonderful addition to your portfolio, please do it!" "I don't know about any poster, much less a famous poster," Denise protested as she waved her hands for emphasis, releasing the grip that kept the front of her unbuttoned blouse closed. "The poster in my grandson's room shows you and the woman to your right, uh... Emma, both with big smiles, your arms raised in victory, and your right hand and her left hand clasped together with your fingers intertwined," Harold explained. Denise remembered the moment; it was the highlight of a long and exciting day. Earlier, a Velcro strip holding her already revealing top closed had ripped off, exposing far too much of her breasts. Denise was mortified, but she continued dancing for the sake of the dance team. Her father had drilled that into her when he coached her to play sports and later when he taught her to dance. A team member never let their team down; they always did whatever they had to do to help the team. For the rest of the Road March everything was fine. She and Max—who'd opened her top so they'd be in similar costumes—were in perfect sync as they danced. Then, just as they turned off the road to enter the Reviewing Area—actually a vacant field off Oxford Road with an oval track around it and temporary grand stands surrounding the field—Denise's top came apart, fell from her shoulders, and landed out of reach of anyone on the float. Yet, she continued to dance. She went on because that was what her father and their dance instructor had taught her to do. They had frequently emphasized the need for her and the other girls on the dance troupe to be team members, to do their parts, to support their teammates. When Max saw Denise had lost her top, being a good teammate, she removed her own top and dropped it near the spot where Denise's had fallen to ensure the two dancers in the front of the float were wearing matching costumes and thus continued to meet the costume requirements for contest entrants. As a result, the two friends ended the day dancing topless while the Bacchanal float drove around the Road March Reviewing Area. They finished their last dance while the float stopped in front of the community leaders, Bacchanal officials, city officials, and important business executives and their guests in the reviewing stand. Max and she were sure the troupe had done a fantastic job and the two of them were excited to have finished their long day of dancing. In their focus on their dance routines and the excitement of the Bacchanal, they'd forgotten they were topless. They simultaneously raised their arms in celebration of their successful completion of their final dance routine. Looking to each other, sharing their excitement and joy, they grasped their hands together in support and friendship, as they faced the crowd in the reviewing stand. "That's when the photo must have been taken. It must have been taken by someone in the reviewing stand," Denise blurted, her astonishment evident in both her voice and expression. Andrew, shocked to learn that Denise was unaware of the poster, asked, "Oh Dee-Dee, you don't know?" "Know what?" "The photograph used for the poster was taken by the association's official photographer and they've been trying to find you and... Emma for several months. But Emma's father and yours swore everyone in the neighborhood to secrecy," Andrew announced, not knowing how many secrets he had just revealed to her. Denise stood motionless; she felt dazed, amazed, and embarrassed. She was embarrassed having just realized the poster Harold mentioned was a picture of Max and her topless, but, for some inexplicable reason, she was also proud. In addition, she was excited to be part of a poster, even though it was rather revealing, that a young boy kept in his room. That pride and excitement felt good, and quickly and easily pushed her embarrassment aside. "Okay, I'll try to recreate the pose in the poster," a proud, excited, and now giddy Denise nearly shouted, her breasts bobbing up and down as she vigorously nodded her consent toward Andrew and then Harold. Andrew, concluding their current location was too exposed and public for Denise to continue posing bare-chested, suggested, "Perhaps we should move to a less public location." "What about the concrete court we used earlier?" Denise offered, her excitement still evident in her voice. "That would work, the grove of cypress trees should serve as a barrier between us and the tourists, and might work as a background," Andrew added. "Would that be alright with you?" Denise asked Harold. "I'll miss my tour of the villa, but I'm sure it will be worth it," Harold told her with a huge grin. Denise and Harold walked cautiously, side-by-side, as Andrew led them down the slight slope toward the railed patio and cypress grove. Harold noticed Denise was having difficulty walking on the flagstone and grass path in her heels and offered his arm to assist her as they came to a set of steps. Denise smiled her appreciation of his gallantry and took Harold's elbow. After reaching the bottom of the steps, she continued to hold onto Harold while they cautiously followed Andrew. Denise, focused on ensuring her stiletto heels didn't stick in the sod between the flagstones and cause her to trip, did not notice that the front of her unbuttoned blouse was separated, exposing more of her cleavage with every step. Because one hand held on to Harold's elbow and she held the other outstretched to maintain her balance, the front panels of her blouse soon fluttered freely at her sides, leaving her jiggling breasts exposed to the sun and Harold's ogles. Andrew, seeing what had happened to Denise's blouse, hollered that he was going ahead to scout around for the best location to recreate the poster. When he reached the cypress tree grove, he used the camera's zoom lens to take several photographs of Harold staring at Denise's exposed breasts as they bounced and swayed with each cautious step. When Denise and Harold reached the bottom of the slope and stepped onto the flat lawn, she looked up for the first time and saw Andrew wave and holler for her to come toward him. Andrew, having switched the Nikon to video mode, was pleased when he looked at the LCD and saw Denise smiling and waving to him. No longer worried about catching her heels between flagstones, Denise relaxed and assessed her situation. She was first cognizant that her exposed breasts bobbled as she walked on the balls of her feet. She also comprehended that it didn't bother her. She was comfortable, even though two guys were clearly ogling and enjoying her exposure. Considering her mother's behavior, Denise thought, "Maybe mother is right. This isn't as traumatic as I always assumed it would be. I don't feel that I'm in any danger. In fact, I feel as if I'm the one with all the power. As though I'm the one in charge of the situation." When Denise reached Andrew, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "I hope you enjoyed the show! Do you remember our deal?" When he blushed and nodded, Denise smiled and added, "Remember our agreement, even if that video isn't on my card, you can't keep it." Andrew looked into her bright green eyes and explained, "I'm sorry, but it was such a marvelous sight, I had to capture it. I promise you that the video and all of the photos I took, except those you had me take with Harold's camera, are on your memory card and nowhere else." Once everyone was present and agreed the location would be private enough for the proposed photo shoot, Andrew used his cell phone to search the Internet for an image of the poster to use as a guide to get the pose correct. Meanwhile, Denise thought aloud, "I wonder how many people have seen that poster?" Hearing her whispered question, Harold explained, "My grandson tells me it is the second most popular carnival poster, in terms of sales, behind only Dani Sperle's poster. He guesses about ten-thousand posters have been sold." Denise gasped, "Over ten-thousand people have seen a picture of me... topless!" Andrew smiled as he held out his cell phone to show Denise the image of the poster and explained, "Ten-thousand posters have been sold, tens of thousands more people have probably seen those posters, and untold numbers have seen images of the poster, like this one, on the Internet." Seeing the poster for the first time, Denise was shocked to think that her bared-breasts had been, albeit without her knowledge or consent, exposed to so many people. She was also excited to realize that ten-thousand young men had been willing to pay for a poster showing her and Max naked from the waist up. Curious, Denise asked, "By the way Harold, how old is your grandson?" "He's nineteen." "I thought only adolescent boys bought posters," she exclaimed aloud, but inwardly she was thrilled to learn that a young man was captivated enough with her that he would want to have a picture of her on his wall. She smiled and thought, "Now, I believe I understand how swimsuit and underwear models, maybe even Playboy centerfolds must feel." Turning her attention back to Harold and his grandson Denise asked, "Would it upset your grandson to learn that I'm seven years older than him, and... Emma is a bit older than me?" "He guessed you two were in your mid to late-twenties, but he told me he still thought you were both beautiful and the sexiest women he'd ever seen. But, to be perfectly honest, I don't think your ages interest him," Harold explained with a wink "Really?" Denise questioned as she blushed with the realization that a nineteen-year-old boy, man she corrected herself, thought she was beautiful and looked sexy. "Yes, really. Moreover, I have to say, you are much more beautiful in person. It appears my grandson has exceptional taste in women." Denise's blush traveled down to her breasts before she replied, "Thank you. But, what does your wife think about you going to your grandson's room and ogling the posters of bare-breasted women?" "I'm a widower and my grandson is living with me while he's going to college." "I'm sorry about your loss." "It's been a few years now, but thank you for your concern." "Are you here on a cruise?" Denise inquired, trying to change the conversation. "Yes, is it that obvious?" Pointing, Denise identified and cited each piece of evidence, "The Dam Ships cap, the tour sticker with the cruise line logo, and, most obvious, the cruise line name and logo on the bag." "I guess it is that obvious. Yes, I'm on the cruise ship docked overnight in Ocho Rios. I took this all day bus tour, because I've never seen Kingston." "Are you cruising with friends or a group?" "Sadly, I'm alone. I'd heard that this cruise line was a good place to meet mature single women. But, I haven't had any success." "I can't believe you haven't found anyone. You're handsome, you seem physically fit, and you're extremely polite. Surely many women on the cruise are interested in you." "The problem is, the single women that find me interesting are too mature for my taste and the women I find interesting think I'm too mature for their taste," Harold laughed. Denise, hoping to make Harold feel better, acted the way she believed her mother would. Batting her eyelashes, she squeezed his elbow, and with a big smile she declared, "Well, if I were on the cruise, I'd be interested in you and would be doing my best to find out what interests and tastes we have in common." Harold smiled back, and, ignoring Denise's bared breasts, looked into her eyes as he replied, "Thank you for the compliment. If I met you on the cruise I would definitely be doing my best to determine if we had any mutual interests and tastes, besides my attraction to your beauty and charm." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 03 Andrew, having spotted an ideal location, interrupted, "If everyone is ready, let's see if we can reconstruct the pose in the poster that made the Jamaican Bacchanal famous." Denise again blushed as she remembered Harold's grandson had a poster in his room showing her topless, as did, thousands of men and boys around the world. She was feeling much better about herself and realized that for some inexplicable reason she was quite excited about posing topless in front of Andrew and Harold. Harold offered Denise his arm and the couple followed Andrew to the concrete patio. It was about twelve feet square, surrounded with a concrete rail, and there was a concrete bench in each corner. Once they were on the patio, Andrew positioned Denise and Harold behind a concrete bench and had them pose with their hands raised in victory as he took numerous photographs. After reviewing those photos, Andrew directed, "Now put your hands together with your fingers intertwined." Andrew took photos from several angles before he allowed them to relax while he reviewed the pictures to see which angle was the closest to the poster. While Andrew worked through his images, comparing each picture to the image on his cell phone, Denise talked with Harold. "Would you mind explaining why your grandson thinks Emma and I are sexy?" Harold smiled, nodded, and explained, "When he first put up the poster I thought he was enamored with your great figures. You're both very shapely with wide hips, flat stomachs, and large breasts." Denise blushed slightly, but simply smiled and nodded. Harold continued, "But he often mentions your beautiful faces, warm smiles, and the twinkle in your eyes, especially your green eyes." "That's so nice to hear but it's also hard to believe," Denise acknowledged. "It's true. Nevertheless, I believe it's more than your good looks that has aroused so much interest in your poster. I think there's a subliminal reason." "What do you mean?" "It's difficult to explain, but I believe the sweat glistening on your toned bodies combined with the look in your eyes, a look of someone who is totally satisfied while standing beside someone they love, that makes you both look extremely sensual, even sexual—as if you'd just finished having very satisfying orgasms." After a fleeting remembrance of that moment on the float, Denise explained, "I think I know what happened. Emma—who's an old friend, like a sister to me—and I were perspiring after a long hot day of dancing. After completing a review past the judges, going around the reviewing area, and performing one last dance before the officials' stand we were exhausted and yet satisfied, because we knew we'd put on an exceptional performance. At that moment, our hands rose to celebrate our accomplishment, we looked to one another and acknowledged our friendship and love by intertwining the fingers of our raised hands. That photo was probably taken just as we turned our attention back to the officials' stand." "Well, that all makes sense, but in a young man's eye, and mine, the poster shows two beautiful young ladies, sweating as if from a sexual liaison, looking lustfully at their lovers who'd just totally satiated their every carnal need," Harold countered. "Oh my!" Harold smiled, satisfied with having given her such an exciting description of the visual and sensual impact of her poster. With Harold's comment hanging in the air, Denise kicked off her heels, rolled off her stockings, and walked barefoot out toward the cliff side, into the sun, explaining, "Well, I do not intend to have sex with you or Andrew just to reconstruct that lustful and carnally sated look, but maybe if I dance in the sun for a while I will at least appear sweaty and satiated." Her unbuttoned blouse fluttered in the slight breeze giving glimpses of her breasts as Denise danced on the lawn while Andrew took photographs. As she danced, she laughed when she remembered one of her mother's favorite pieces of advice to her, and thought, "Mother would be pleased to see I've loosened up and I'm enjoying the bounty of her good genes." Denise closed her eyes as she danced and dreamed of taking dancing lessons while her father watched, encouraged, and, most importantly, complemented her. It was her fondest memory. She loved to dance for her father. Dancing was the one physical activity she could do with her father that didn't make her feel uncoordinated and ungainly. After dancing solo for several minutes, Denise came out of her dream and offered to teach Harold to dance the Calypso. Harold happily accepted her offer if only to have a closer look at her oft-exposed breasts as they bounced and swayed in reaction to her gyrations. Ten minutes into the lesson, Harold tired and asked Andrew to trade places. While Andrew danced to an imaginary Calypso with his beautiful, Mulatto friend, Harold used Andrew's camera to take pictures. After twenty minutes of non-stop dancing in the heat of the sun, without any consideration, other than she was hot and sweaty, Denise shook her blouse off her shoulders and let it float to the grass. Both Andrew and Harold followed her lead and unbuttoned their own shirts, but neither removed his shirt. Harold continued to photograph her while she danced barefoot and topless. When Andrew tired, Denise danced solo up the hill, stepped back into her heels, and up onto the concrete patio. Andrew picked up her blouse as he and Harold followed her up the hill to the patio. Standing before the concrete railing, she recreated the dances she and Max had performed that evening in the Bacchanal Road March Reviewing Area. As she danced, she relived the events leading up to the moment the photographer took the photograph used for the poster. She remembered her initial concern when her top broke. She flashed back to how, as the float bounced as it drove into the reviewing area, her stomach knotted with fear while her heart raced with excitement. She recollected her horror as her top fell off her shoulders and dropped out of reach and her subsequent thrill and excitement. She recalled her affection for Max when she saw she'd also removed her top. The brightness of the sun prompted her to recall the lights in the reviewing area, the sunlight reflecting off the small waves in the Caribbean imitated the flashes from the cameras in the grand stands. She relived the satisfaction of dancing in synchronization with Max as the float drove around the Bacchanal Road March Reviewing Area and the magic of hundreds of flashes from the spectators' cameras. She remembered the pride she felt, knowing she and Max looked fantastic dancing on the front of the float in what remained of their Bacchanal costumes. She once more felt the exhilaration of being free, the happiness of accomplishing a goal with someone she cared for, and who cared for her, and the overwhelming thrill from receiving the adulation of so many people at once. After ten minutes of reliving the long-ignored event, while Andrew and Harold took turns photographing her dancing, Denise, feeling appreciated for her dancing and admired for her beauty, raised her hands in victory as in the poster. At that moment, Andrew took her photograph and decided it was a good time to reenact the pose captured in the poster. Andrew had Denise move to the opposite side of the patio facing the Cypress grove up the hill so he could shoot down towards the patio, replicating the angle of the photograph used in the poster. Because of Harold's comments and remembering dancing topless before a large crowd of revelers in the grand stand, Denise felt beautiful and uninhibited. Following Andrew's oft-repeated and now trite instructions, and wanting to prove to Will that she could reveal herself and expose her sensual and sexual nature to a camera, Denise stood erect with her shoulders back and her chest thrust forward as she waited for Andrew to pose her. Andrew called out instructions and took scores of photos of Denise alone and others with Harold posing beside her. After Andrew decided he'd replicated the poster photo, Denise suggested he use Harold's camera to take a photo of Harold and her in the poster pose. "This way you will have absolute proof that you met one of the girl's in your grandson's poster," Denise giggled. Harold quickly retrieved his camera and handed it to Andrew who posed the two of them and took several photos to be sure he'd adequately refabricated the poster. Denise next determined she wanted photos of Andrew and her together. She asked Andrew if he would let Harold use the Nikon to take a couple of photographs of them standing together on the patio. She wanted to share her moment with Andrew, to thank him for helping her through the challenge, working so hard to make her look beautiful in the photos, spending time to replicate the poster, and mostly for being such a good friend. She wanted a photograph that would remind her of this afternoon and her feelings of being beautiful, sensual, and uninhibited. To that end, Denise took control of the photo shoot, setting up the poses and telling Harold when to take the pictures. After a few poses she requested Andrew shrug off his unbuttoned shirt. She reasoned to herself, "If I want to prove I'm not a prude, I need to prove I can be open with other uninhibited people." "Now, stand behind me and put your arms around my waist," Denise directed, and when Andrew was in position, she instructed Harold, "Shoot it." She next wanted more than an uninhibited pose, she wanted a pose that showed her behaving salaciously, and she told Andrew "Don't be afraid or shy, just cup my breasts." Denise grabbed Andrew's wrists and lifted his hands. When Andrew's palms cupped the bottom of her breasts, she directed Harold, "Shoot it." Feeling thoroughly decadent and licentious, Denise turned to her left as she forced Andrew to stay behind her and turn to his right so instead of facing the camera they were in profile. She lifted Andrew's hands slightly and with a giggle said, "Now lift my sweaty breasts for the camera," and with a nod to Harold she ordered, "Shoot it." After turning in his arms to face Andrew, she pressed her breasts into his bared chest and enjoying the feeling of her hard nipples rubbing against his sweat covered, muscled chest, she ordered, "Shoot it." She instructed Harold, "Count three and shoot it," before she kissed Andrew on the lips, not as a friend, but as a lascivious woman. Feeling uninhibited, beautiful, and a little slutty she thought, "Should I, could I go further? I'm sure mother would say or do something like telling him how moist her naughty parts were. Could I do that? Or, should I do more, should I show him?" Opening her eyes, Denise returned to the reality of her situation, smiled at Andrew, and quietly said, "Okay, unless you think it is absolutely necessary to sexually satiate me in order to recreate the poster, I think we're done here." "I think I've already taken several very good pictures," Andrew replied before pulling her to him and, with her breasts again pressed against his chest, returned her kiss, but more as a friend than a lover. Standing still for several seconds with their arms wrapped around one another and their sweaty bodies pressed together, Denise whispered, "Thank you for being such a good friend—a better friend than I deserve." Denise backed away, walked over to the bench where Andrew had laid her blouse, sat, kicked off her heels, rolled her hose onto her legs, stepped back into her heeled sandals, stood, and slipped on her blouse, although she left it unbuttoned. Once she was dressed, she walked to Harold, leaned in, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "Thank you for being a gentleman and for making me feel beautiful." "Dee-Dee, it was my pleasure. You are not only very beautiful; you are kind, and considerate. Thank you, for putting up with this old man's rudeness, I'm sorry and apologize for gawking at your breasts. Furthermore, you have my heart-felt thanks for fulfilling my inappropriate requests that you pose for revealing photos just so that I could brag to my grandson." "In truth, it turned out to be a pleasurable experience. Please, tell your grandson that I'm pleased that he thinks Emma and I are pretty enough that he's willing to hang our poster on his wall," Denise cooed, surprised by the honesty of her statement and her willingness to make it. They walked slowly up the hill to the villa parking lot, with Harold again offering Denise his elbow for support. Denise's blouse fluttered in the breeze and exposed her bouncing and swaying breasts and occasionally her crinkled areolae and erect nipples. In her head, she heard her mother and Will, or perhaps it was her father, complementing her beauty and unrestrained actions. Thus, unlike their earlier walk together, although Denise was fully aware she was exposed, she was very excited about and appreciative of the lustful leers she received from Andrew and Harold. When they neared the crest of the hill and the path to the parking area, Denise determined it was time for some modesty. She stopped, and after she mentioned her concern, the three of them buttoned their tops closed. When Denise had buttoned her blouse, she asked Harold if he had a pencil and paper. He quickly retrieved a Cross ballpoint pen and pocket notebook from his shirt pocket and Denise had him give her his email address. When he handed the paper to her, she told him she would send him the photograph of their recreation of the poster once she and Andrew selected it. As Harold was again thanking her for her kindness, he spotted his tour guide walking down the path toward the parking lot waving a "Tour 7" placard. Harold quickly shook Andrew's hand, kissed Denise on the cheek, and thanked them both for, "The most beautiful and exciting afternoon I could have ever imagined." Just before he left, Harold turned back to Denise and announced, "I hope that you believe me when I tell you, I wasn't making a pass earlier when we were talking about the women on the cruise. More importantly, I want you to never forget that you are an extremely beautiful young woman who is just as sweet as she is good-looking!" Harold waved goodbye and, with the effortless gait of someone who was obviously physically fit, he jogged down the steps toward the path where he caught up to his tour group and followed them to the bus drop off and pick up point. * * * * * Good Deed Andrew imitated Harold's earlier gentlemanly behavior and extended his elbow to assist Denise. The two friends slowly and carefully walked down the steps to the path and headed to the parking lot. When she spotted Harold waiting for the tour bus to arrive, Denise decided she wanted to have some fun and perhaps help Harold's image with his fellow cruisers. It wasn't actually a coherent thought, more a muse. She first visualized herself helping her new friend impress the ladies on his cruise. She next acted, without consideration of the risks or consequences of her undeliberated actions. As she and Andrew neared the tour bus drop off and pick up location Denise handed Andrew the paper with Harold's email address and asked him to go ahead to her car and she would catch up to him there. Walking toward the crowd waiting for the tour bus, Denise called to Harold and when everyone turned to look, she waved wildly to him making her breasts sway and bounce under her thin blouse. Thrusting her chest forward, she trotted toward him calling, "Oh my darling Harold, our time together in the Cypress grove was the most satisfying of my life. I miss you already." When she reached him, put her hands on his hips, Denise pressed her breasts into Harold's chest, looked up into his eyes, and winked before she kissed him on the lips. Harold, realizing from her wink that she was playing, responded appropriately, accepting her kiss and returning his own. As they kissed, Denise covertly unbuttoned her blouse. "Oh, my wonderful lover, you are the only man who has ever fulfilled Dee-Dee's sexual needs. I will never forget our time in the Cypress Grove," Denise declared loud enough for everyone in the tour group to hear." With everyone's attention focused on her, Denise proclaimed, "Please, you must hurry back to Kingston and once again satiate your Dee-Dee." Turning from side to side, making her breasts visibly shake and sway under her gossamer blouse, she announced, "See how my breasts quiver remembering our lovemaking in the Cypress Grove." Denise, now smiling at her ribald behavior, decided that if she was ever going to prove she wasn't a prude she needed to behave as her mother would. To that end, she stepped back and opened her blouse revealing her breasts to Harold as well as everyone else in the tour group. For emphasis, she shimmied, causing her breasts to shake and sway. Feeling in charge and utterly shameless, Denise grabbed Harold's hands, pulled them to her aroused nipples, and asked with sadness in her voice, "See how my nipples already beg for you to suckle them again?" Denise looked straight into Harold's eyes and quietly whispered, "Play along if you wish to continue fondling Dee-Dee's breasts." Harold smiled and nodded his willingness to oblige her. Denise, again feeling licentious and slightly slutty, once again considered, "Would mother say or do something like asking him if want to feel how moist her private bits were? Should I say that? Could I do that?" Without completely contemplating her actions she took Harold's left hand, moved it under her skirt, and placed it on her bare thigh as she moaned, "Feel how wet my thighs are because my quim sobs for more of your attention." Smiling at her willingness to behave like her mother, Denise considered outdoing the concupiscent jade by taking Harold's hand and placing it on her panties, letting him feel her moistness. However, concluding it would be too much too soon for both of them, she held his hand on her thigh and exclaimed loudly so the rest of the tour group could hear, "Feel how hot and wet I am in anticipation of your return." Harold replied just as loud, with genuine sadness in his voice, "You are a very sexy woman, but my bus will be leaving soon and I must leave with it." Kissing Harold again Denise whispered, "Hopefully this will help you receive a little more attention from those women on your cruise you find interesting." Denise leaned back at her waist, shook her breasts, and with a pout, asked loudly, "When will you return and again sate your Dee-Dee?" Harold, realizing the game was near its end told her in a loud clear voice, "My dear, there are many that need my services, but I only have the time and energy to satisfy a few. I promise, when I return I will make every effort to again satisfy you." Denise smiled at Harold and played along, "I will fellatio and fornicate many men so when you return I will know how to satisfy your desires, just as you satiated me today." Harold reluctantly withdrew his hand from under her skirt, removed his other hand from her exposed breast, leaned forward, kissed her, and whispered, "Thank you for an afternoon that I will remember fondly for the rest of my life." Denise stepped back, ignoring her open blouse and exposed breasts, and told Harold and everyone else on the tour, "I've never before been so completely penetrated, so sexually sated. I will happily be yours, anyway you wish, whenever you return." Harold again leaned forward and before he kissed her he whispered, "Thank you. You are an incredibly charming, beautiful, and sensual woman. Thank you for the photos for my grandson and one of the most extraordinary afternoons of my life." Denise stepped into Harold and after returning his kiss quietly told him, "Harold you are a true gentleman. Thank you for making me feel beautiful. If we ever do meet again, it would please me to serve as your sexy escort for the day." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 03 Denise turned, a tear visible on her cheek, and walked to her car swinging her hips for Harold's benefit. With her blouse again fluttering to her sides, Denise mentally recited her mother's advice which was becoming Denise's mantra, "Loosen up and enjoy the bounty God and my good genes have given you," and for the fifth time that afternoon, followed her mother's advice on walking when exposed as she walked proud and exposed toward Andrew, who was beside her car, photographing her. When she arrived at the car, Andrew told her how incredibly courageous she was to have bared her breasts in public, to repeat her famous Bacchanal poster pose while he and Harold photographed her, and especially to pose topless with Harold while Andrew photographed them with the American's camera, knowing the American might post his photos on the Internet. Her stomach tightened as she thought about having a photo of her, with her breasts exposed, posted on the Internet. She quickly came to a calming realization, "He only knows me by my nickname, hundreds of people have already photographed me dancing topless on a Bacchanal float, and besides, there's already a poster of Max and me standing bare-breasted with our arms raised, and it's hanging on thousands of walls, and the image of that poster is available to anyone with access to the Internet. In fact, it is quite probable that father has seen the poster. So, it's certainly too late to be coy or embarrassed about being seen bare-breasted in public." Once she fully assessed the events of the afternoon, Denise realized it had been an enjoyable and exciting time. Throughout the afternoon she had felt safe and in control while she posed with the American tourist. As she climbed into the driver's seat of her car she thought, "If someone does figure out that's me on the poster it won't really matter. Everyone I know and care about, knows that it happened. It's not really a secret, is it?" * * * * * Gay Lessons On the drive back from the Villa Ronai, Andrew gave Denise the address of the bar he wanted them to visit and reminded Denise of their agreement. Denise frowned while trying to decide if she could go through with her promise to buy Andrew a couple of drinks while she sat in a bar wearing a blouse that, depending on the lighting, was somewhere between translucent and transparent, and probably closer to the latter than the former. Andrew saw her frown and realizing her concern, offered, "You don't need to worry, the patrons at the bar are primarily gay men and lesbians, and they try to keep their sexual preferences a secret. You'll be fine." The Jambalaya Bar looked nice from the outside so she parked her car and joined Andrew, who had already gotten out and was waiting on the sidewalk. She walked with him arm in arm to the front door, and stepped inside the bar as Andrew held the door open. Denise was relieved to see that the Jambalaya Bar was just as nice inside, with a large bar on one wall, booths on the opposite side, and tables and chairs around a nice-sized, polished wood floor with a dust covered disco ball above it. Andrew led her to two empty stools at the end of the bar and ordered house white wines for both of them. They talked about the "photo shoot" as Andrew referred to their afternoon at Villa Ronai. They reviewed the photographs on the LCD display of Andrew's digital Nikon and reminisced about the locations and poses. However, Denise, feeling uncomfortable with displaying revealing photographs of herself in a public bar, stopped the review at the point where Harold, the American tourist, joined them. Remembering that she would need to provide proof that she had accomplished her challenge, Denise reminded Andrew he needed to return her memory card before they left the bar. Andrew, seeing the concern on her face, again explained, "I promised you that I would not take any photographs with any memory card except for the one you gave me, and except for those pictures on the American's camera, all of which you agreed to, I did not take any photos using another memory card." As she drank her wine, Denise considered that despite all her concerns, today's challenge and the encounter with the American tourist turned out to be quite enjoyable and extremely enlightening. It was an incredible feeling to expose herself in public and to have people admire her and think she was beautiful. It made her feel both alive and powerful. It made her feel, she now believed, the way her mother must always feel. Enjoying the afterglow of the events of the afternoon and now feeling safe in a sequestered gay and lesbian environment, she asked Andrew if he'd like to dance. He accepted immediately. As they danced, Denise was relieved to see the men around the dance floor were not staring at her. However, Andrew spoiled her mood when he pointed out several women who were openly admiring her body, especially, as Andrew gleefully pointed out, her large, practically exposed breasts, her dark areolae, and extended nipples that were clearly discernible and outlined under the delicate material of her blouse. Denise quickly overcame her nervousness at having women ogle her and realized that she was actually quite comfortable in this gay environment. She remembered Will's oft posed question, "Why would anyone object to any form of sex between consenting adults unless it was dangerous or could cause harm?" She decided, "As long as the people in the bar only look and don't try anything, I'll live my life and let them live theirs." After a couple of dances, she and Andrew walked back to the bar and reclaimed their stools. Sipping her still chilled wine Denise asked, "So how are you and Jackson doing?" Pleased to have a friend with whom he could confide, a friend he trusted to keep things to herself, Andrew made a partial confession, "Jackson and I are still roommates and sometimes sex partners." "What do you mean by sometimes sex partners?" Denise asked with a puzzled look. "You knew we were a couple for four years?" Denise nodded, but was clearly confused. "Well, we recently agreed our relationship wasn't working. We were both looking for something or someone different from one another. However, although we are no longer a couple, we still share our apartment. We're still friends and we occasionally have sex together. But, it's just sex, to release our tensions, or just to have a good time. As far as a relationship, we've agreed we're just not each other's type." "I'm sorry," Denise said, patting the back of Andrew's hand in an effort to console her friend, just as she was sure her mother would have done. "Thank you. However, it's just a decision, an agreement. It isn't a sad thing. It's only a change," Andrew explained trying to ease his friend's obvious and unnecessary discomfort. Realizing her confusion, understanding they'd agreed to the change, Denise tried to change the conversation and asked, "So what is your type?" "Physically, I like a man with a big "hood," like Jackson, whereas, it seems, a good looking, shapely, big breasted woman—a woman like you—would be Jackson's first choice," Andrew laughed. "I'm confused," Denise confessed and then added, "I thought he was gay." "Oh, my naïve friend, didn't you know? He's bisexual. He enjoys sex with men, women, or even both," Andrew explained between chuckles. "I'm still confused, but I'll try to understand. To that end, let me start over and repeat my question, what is your type?" "Seriously?" Denise nodded and leaned forward to hear Andrew's answer. "I want a companion. I want someone much like Jackson. Good looking, great body, sexually skilled, intelligent, interesting, fun to be with, willing to try new things, and open to change." "That sounds like someone I'd be interested in meeting," Denise joked and then added, "But, seriously, do you have anyone in mind? Is there someone you think might meet your criteria?" "Alas, other than Jackson, there's only one other person I know that comes close to being the person I'm looking for, and I'm still trying to figure out that relationship." "Well, if you're gay, and I'm not the kind of person you're interested in, why are you always willing to go dancing with me? Why did you accept this... this photo shoot?" "Because you're my friend. You've always been there for me and never criticized my sexual predilections, never spurned me, and never made fun of me. You've always accepted me as a person, as a friend. You even accepted my relationship with Jackson and treated us as a couple, as your friends." "And both of you have always been there for me, you've been better friends than I deserved," Denise noted, and remembering his constant and unwavering support while they were in Arts School together, she leaned over and kissed Andrew's cheek and whispered, "Thank you, for being such a good friend." Andrew toasted his thanks and tried to lighten the conversation, "In the meantime, until the right person comes along, Jackson is a pretty good substitute. In fact, Jackson says the same thing about me. We often joke that if we don't find someone soon we'll end up with each other again." They finished their wines and ordered another round. While they waited for their refills, Andrew asked, "I'm extremely intrigued as to what would motivate a formerly prim, proper, and very shy woman to suddenly decide to go out in public and be photographed in a short skirt and sheer blouse." "Let me see if I can explain this," Denise said taking a sip of the wine the bartender just placed before her, thinking about her response, and finally continuing, "I have an Internet friend who, along with my mother, is always pushing me to become less inhibited. To that end, he prepared and dared me to take what he called the Seven Progressive Challenges. Each new challenge has and will undoubtedly continue to require me to reveal more of my body, or be more risqué, before far more people. For the first challenge, I had a store clerk photograph me whilst I modeled these clothes before I purchased them. For the second challenge, I again wore these clothes, but with a bra, as I walked around Emancipation Park, and asked an elderly gentleman I didn't know to take photos of me as I posed in front of the Redemption Song Statue. Today was the third challenge." "And you're doing this willingly? There isn't someone forcing you to do this?" "Just my own desire to accomplish the challenges, and mother and Will, my Internet friend, urging me to be less inhibited," Denise answered with a smile before taking another big sip of her wine. "Okay, then my next question is why did you ask me to be your photographer for this challenge?" Denise thought for a second before she enumerated her reasons, "One, you're one of my few friends... in fact, you're my very good friend. Two, I trust you to not tell anyone else about this. And three, I knew you were an excellent photographer." "Thank you for calling me a friend and for trusting me. I promise that I will not intentionally disappoint your faith in me," Andrew said before he thought for a second and asked, "You know, I'm still working on my degree from Arts School, I'm hoping to work as a fashion photographer and in my spare time to do the kind of work that might lead to my becoming a recognized photographic artist?" When Denise smiled and nodded that she was aware, Andrew asked, pointing to his camera, "Would you be willing to allow me to use some of these photos in my portfolio?" She thought for a minute before a suddenly inhibited Denise answered, "If I do, I will have to either select the photos myself or approve your selections. Oh, and you will have to promise not to use them for anything except your portfolio." "Agreed," Andrew immediately responded, smiled, and added, "And if we can continue under that same agreement, I would be willing to do any other photo shoots you might want, including any future challenges." "I suspect I might need you for a session in the next week or two. I'll let you know as soon as I get my next challenge and decide that I'm willing to accept it," Denise offered, before she frowned as she worried about what she would be required to do if she accepted another challenge. "I'll be happy to help you, just let me know when and where," Andrew offered, ignoring her frown. Once they'd finished their second glasses of wine, Denise announced she was physically and mentally exhausted and needed to go home. As he had promised, Andrew, without hesitation or comment, removed Denise's memory card from his camera and handed it to her. Denise stopped Andrew when he withdrew his wallet and she insisted, "It was part of our deal, remember? I agreed to come here with you and to pay for the drinks. Besides, it's the least I can do to repay you for all of your help." After paying their tab, Denise thanked Andrew, and shared a friendly good night kiss with him. Andrew walked to his apartment on the next block and Denise drove home—slowly and very carefully. * * * * * After changing into her night shirt, an XXL cricket jersey she'd purchased when attending a match at Sabina Park Cricket Stadium, Denise began writing in her journal, documenting her feelings that day including her feelings while changing into her "challenge outfit" at work, driving to pick up Andrew and then to the villa, posing on the hillside with the sun making her blouse appear nearly transparent, having Andrew photograph her as she posed in front of the villa in the transparent blouse while dozens of people walked by and stared at her. She continued writing about her feelings while she was posing with Harold, the tourist from a cruise ship, and learning about the poster of Max and her. After she finished her entry explaining how she'd learned a photograph of Max and her dancing topless was now a famous poster, Denise realized she was feeling tense. She went to her kitchenette and poured herself a glass of wine. As she took her first sip, she noticed that her thighs were wet and said aloud, "I can't believe this. I'm getting excited just thinking about exhibiting myself to strangers. I'm behaving like my mother; I'm becoming a concupiscent wench." She sat back in her easy chair and continued writing the details of learning that she was a sex object to thousands of young men, reenacting her pose on the Bacchanal poster with the tourist, her escapade where, for Harold's benefit, she exposed herself and acted like a slut in front of a bus load of tourists, and finally drinking and dancing with a gay man in a gay and lesbian bar and being ogled by several lesbians. The whole time she had difficulty resisting her desire to finger herself to an orgasm. When she finished her journal entry documenting the events of the day, she took her journal and half-full glass of wine—half-full because her latest resolution was to always look at the positive side—and moved to her desk and notebook computer, which she powered up before she sat in the chair at her improvised computer desk. Once her computer was running, she slipped the memory card into the slot in the front of the notebook and downloaded the photos Andrew had taken at the Villa Ronai. Denise drafted her email to Will documenting her actions leading up to but not mentioning her meeting and posing with Harold, and her feelings, which she took almost verbatim from her journal entries. She reviewed the photos from Villa Ronai to determine which ones she would use to support her completion of the challenge, and attached those to her email. After a quick review, to verify that the email message and attached photos documented the completion of her third challenge, she sent the email to Will for his review and expected approval. Denise sipped her wine as she next selected five photos that she thought were exceptional pictures of both her and the background. Ignoring that in every photo she selected either her breasts or nipples were evident, she attached them to a short email to Andrew stating, "I hope you will find these photos acceptable for inclusion in your portfolio. As soon as I find out, I'll let you know when and where the next photo shoot will occur." Before pressing send, she added a signature, "Your friend and poster model, Dee-Dee." * * * * * When he'd finished reading her email, Will determined that as long as she'd found a friend she trusted to serve as her photographer and while she was clearly enjoying the exhilaration of doing the challenges, or more correctly, getting excited while doing them, he would not only let her spend a couple of days savoring the feeling, he would also push her further toward the goal of becoming a free and uninhibited woman. He determined he would let her know about her a subsequent challenge while she was still excited, a challenge he hoped would keep her progressing toward becoming uninhibited, a goal she had indicated she wished to obtain, but needed him to push her. Later that evening, after receiving permission from the Société Internationale de Défis Progressive, Will prepared the forth challenge, one that gave her the option of continuing to move forward at a slow pace or to quickly move toward becoming a full-blown exhibitionist. He left it as a draft, so he could send it out before going to bed later that evening. He wanted it to be waiting for her when she checked her email first thing Friday morning. * * * * * When she'd completed her tasks for the evening, Denise refilled her wine glass, grabbed her laptop, curled up in her over-sized easy chair, and searched the Internet for images of "Jamaican Bacchanal Dancers." She soon found an image of the poster of Max and her, their arms raised, and their sweat covered breasts exposed. She saw it was a large image so she pulled it up to her screen and downloaded it to her private folder of photographs. She retrieved the image and enlarged it so she could carefully inspect the poster that ten thousand men had been willing to purchase and hang on their walls. She first saw that Max and she were both quite sweaty. Beads of perspiration hung from their noses and lips, lines of sweat were visible on their chests, breasts, and stomachs. She saw that, because they were in heels and had raised their arms, their stomachs were taut, and their breasts lifted and full. "They look like Playboy centerfold breasts," she noted aloud. She next noticed that Max and she had stiff nipples. At first, she wasn't sure, but then she saw that their areolae were shriveled and there was a shadow cast by their erect nipples. "I'll bet every man's ancient animalistic mind subconsciously recognizes those as signs of female excitement and arousal," she reflected. Scrolling up the poster's image, Denise, conscious of the signs Harold had mentioned, noticed that her lips were indeed shaped as if she were moaning, her nostrils were flared, and her eyes were glazed. "I look as if I'm in orgasmic ecstasy. No wonder Harold's grandson thought we looked as if we'd been completely satiated by our lovers," Denise complained to her empty apartment. Denise brought up a second copy of the graphic display software and reviewed the photographs Andrew had taken of her and Harold. She was now accustomed to seeing the outline of her breasts and nipples and the darkness of her areolae through the fine mesh of her blouse. The photos of her posing with Harold were a different story, in almost every case her blouse was either open or removed. Her breasts were exposed. To her bewilderment and consternation, she saw that in every photograph where she was topless, she was smiling broadly, her eyes were wide open and bright with pleasure, and her nipples were erect. When she reached the first photograph that showed her standing topless with her arms raised, she pulled up the image of the poster and set the two images side-by-side on her notebook screen. She slowly reviewed each photograph taken of her as she was attempting to replicate the pose in the poster. After several minutes of detailed analysis, she'd forgotten that the bare-chested lady in the photos she was analyzing was herself. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 03 Her review confirmed that Andrew had a wonderful eye. His artistic talent was evident in almost every photograph he'd taken. That evidence of his talent allowed her to distinguish between the photographs taken by Andrew and those taken by Harold. After a half hour of close inspection, she narrowed her choices down to two photographs. Without considering the risk, she opened her email, attached the two images, wrote a note asking Andrew if he agreed that the photographs accurately copied the pose used in the bacchanal poster, and sent him the email with the attached photographs of her standing with her arms raised and breasts exposed. She selected full screen display and filled the notebook screen with the image she thought best reflected the poster and set the notebook on the small table next to her easy chair. Sipping her wine, Denise stared at the photograph on the screen and reflected on her accomplishment of the third challenge and the many other exciting and erotic events of the day. * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 04 Chapter 4 -- Jambalaya: She must pose in a public bar without underwear. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter continues the story of a young Jamaican woman's adventures during a series of challenges, including going to a public bar wearing revealing clothing and exposing herself. Interracial Love: this chapter continues the developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man. Mature: the story's primary characters are a young (26-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (41-year-old) man. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. The author desires to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Fourth Challenge Friday morning, Denise awoke feeling exhausted and concupiscent. As she lay in bed deciding if she wanted to get up or to try to go back to sleep, she remembered her latest dream. She was in a small bar; dancing with two men, men she thought she knew. They were playing a game of strip dancing. She didn't know the rules, but whenever one of the guys pointed out that she was out of step, she had to remove a piece of clothing. She wore only a skirt, blouse, hold-up stockings, and high-heel sandals. Because she wasn't wearing underwear, after two missteps she was naked except for her stockings and heels. The men decided the game was over and made her walk with them, as she was, to her apartment. She remembered how, in her dream, she felt excited as she walked with two fully dressed, good-looking men while she was essentially naked. In her apartment, each man posed with her as the other took photographs. They gave her the camera and told her to photograph them as they stripped and had sex, with each other. She was begging them to look at her, to have sex with her, but they ignored her. She even masturbated in front of them in an effort to show them her need. Before she achieved an orgasm—she woke up. "I have got to stop drinking so much," Denise told herself. At that moment, Denise comprehended that she was naked. She'd evidently gone to bed naked, something she'd never done before. While trying to remember why she'd removed her cricket jersey before going to bed, she unconsciously put her hand between her legs. Wincing in pain, she said aloud, "Oh no, I can't believe it! I diddled my privates whilst dreaming about masturbating before two guys who didn't care." Still half-asleep, she gingerly stepped out of bed, walked to the kitchen area, and prepared a cup of tea. Meanwhile, still partially in her dream, she sensed that two gorgeous men were in her bed, teasing one another to arousal as they watched her. With her cup of tea in hand and her dream now a fading memory, Denise walked to her makeshift computer desk. Turning on her notebook computer, Denise sat on the desk chair and remembered she was naked only because she felt the cold chair on her bare butt. Rather than going back to her bedroom to dress, Denise sipped her tea and waited for her computer to boot up. Will's email was waiting for her when she opened her account. Seeing the subject was "Bar sans Bra Challenge," Denise smiled to herself thinking it would be an easy challenge; after all, she'd just gone into the Jambalaya Bar with Andrew, braless under a sheer blouse. Heck, she'd even posed at the villa with Harold, the American tourist, with her breasts exposed. She opened the email and saw Will had opened with a personal note, "I sense from your message and photos that you are enjoying the freedom of an uninhibited lifestyle. Please, keep up the good work! Additionally, I'm glad to see that you've found someone to be your photographer. He seems an intriguing individual. It appears he is quite open about his sexual preferences and is, undoubtedly, someone you will want to keep as a friend." Denise, already accepting Will's opinion on most things, readily agreed she should continue her friendship with Andrew. After all, it was fun to go clubbing with him, having him as her personal photographer had been an enjoyable experience, and the quality of his photographs was undeniable. Will's email explained, "Your fourth challenge has two levels. You will accomplish the challenge if you complete the first level. However, the REAL challenge is to complete both levels." "That's intriguing'" Denise thought, "I wonder what his purpose is in allowing me to move on after completing only one half of a challenge?" She continued reading, "Wearing your new clothes without a bra (Level 1) AND, if you dare, without underpants (Level 2), you are to go to an open and occupied bar or nightclub, preferably a bar, and have at least one drink." "That's not much of a challenge; except for going without panties I've already done that. I'll just return to the Jambalaya Bar with Andrew and be careful about sitting on a bar stool," Denise muttered into her teacup as she sipped her hot tea. Looking back at the message she read, "Your required proof will be your narrative of the events and your feelings as you executed the challenge, along with at least three photographs clearly demonstrating that you were at a specified location, (an operating and occupied bar or nightclub,) sans soutien-gorge, meaning, you will need to provide three or more photos showing you in a bar or nightclub with your breasts bared and exposed (Level 1)." Denise opened another window on her computer and validated her belief that "sans soutien-gorge" was French for "no bra or without bra." She laughed to herself thinking, "I've pretty much already done that." She read the rest of the email, "If you dare, but only if it is COMPLETELY SAFE, you should provide at least three additional photographs clearly demonstrating that you were at the specified location while sans soutien-gorge ou culottes, meaning the photos must show you inside a bar or nightclub with your breasts AND your pubic area bared and exposed (Level 2)." After again switching windows, this time to confirm "ou culottes" meant "or panties," Denise suddenly realized what Will was doing and expressed her understanding aloud, "Oh! That's why he's offering me a two level challenge. He knows the first level will lure me into accepting the challenge, but he also knows I'll be compelled to accomplish the second level to prove conclusively that I'm not a prude. He's daring me to expose not only my breasts, but also my privates whilst Andrew takes photographs." As she prepared another cup of tea, Denise wondered, "How will I find the will-power necessary to expose my private bits to someone I know, in a public bar whilst being photographed?" She was so uncertain of her willingness to go through with the challenge that she temporarily contemplated giving up the challenges and letting Will publicly declare that she was a prude. Still naked and sitting at her computer desk, Denise sipped from her cup of tea and remembered she had promised her mother and herself that she would do anything and everything asked of her in order to complete the seven challenges. With that reminder, she determined she would take the challenge, but she would use the two levels of the challenge to her advantage by taking it on, one-step, or level, at a time. "After all," she thought, "I've already been to the bar in a blouse that all but exposed my breasts and nipples. I've already posed bare-breasted whilst Andrew took photographs. How much harder could it be to open my blouse, let Andrew take a couple of photographs of what he has already seen and allow the rest of the bar patrons to see what they've all but seen under my transparent blouse?" Remembering the poster and the photos Andrew took by the Cypress Grove at the Villa Ronai the day before, she reassured herself, "I know I can pose topless for photographs, I've done it, and I've already been bare-breasted in front of Harold's tour group!" Denise called Andrew, and hoping he wouldn't have a class that afternoon, asked if he could meet her at 2:00 PM in the same bar where they'd gone the day before. "Are we meeting for drinks, a talk, or another challenge?" "It's for my next challenge." "In that case, let me explain that the Jambalaya is usually crowded on Fridays and Saturdays. Perhaps you should consider waiting until next Thursday, when there won't be as many people around to complain," Andrew offered. When she agreed, Andrew explained, "I have something I have to do Thursday afternoon, but I could meet you at the Jambalaya around five. Would that be alright with you?" Denise agreed to meet him at the bar and reminded him, "Don't forget to bring your camera and be prepared for another photo shoot. She didn't let him know that she was planning to expose not only her breasts, but also her "privates" for the next set of photographs. * * * * * While she prepared her third cuppa, Denise saw it was time for her to call her mother. She picked up her cell phone from its charging stand on the makeshift computer desk, and curled up in her easy chair, only then remembering she was still naked. "Good morning mother, what exciting thing did you do yesterday?" Denise asked when her mother answered her phone. Expecting her daughter's latest pat question, Annika answered, "Your father and I went to dinner at Norma's, and whilst he was enjoying his after dinner coffee I went under the table and fellated him." "Oh Mother, you're such a tease," Denise replied, not believing her mother's story. "And what exciting things did you do yesterday?" Annika countered, expecting Denise to give her usual, "It was just another workday." Instead, Denise told her, "I posed topless at the Villa Ronai." "Pardon me; did you say you were topless? At the Villa Ronai?" "Yes!" "Well don't stop talking now. Tell me everything!" "I promise to tell you all about it tomorrow when I come over and we have more time, but in summary, Will's third challenge was that I wear my challenge outfit to a recognizable tourist spot, without a bra. I went to the Villa Ronai with Andrew, who took the photographs I needed for my proof." "But I'm sure you said you were topless, not just braless." "Oh yes," Denise replied as calmly as she could, "I met an American tourist who wanted a picture with the topless Jamaican Bacchanal float dancer on his grandson's poster, and because he was so nice and polite I decided to oblige his request." After a pause, Annika asked, "So you know about the poster?" "Yes mother. And I know that father knows about it and has kept it a secret." "I'm sorry you were surprised by that information, but he and I had what we believed were valid reasons for not telling you about it. If you'd like, I will explain it all in our usual way. Do you remember the steps?" Denise remembered her mother's method. First, without interruption from her mother, Denise would tell her what she knew and where she obtained her information. Second, her mother, without interruption from Denise, would explain everything she knew and, if she could, would explain any misinformation Denise had conveyed. Third, Denise would ask any questions and her mother would answer them. "I'd like an explanation and I remember the steps," Denise answered. "Okay dear, please begin." Denise related the events at the Villa Ronai that lead to her learning about the Bacchanal poster. When she finished, Annika told her, "Your father and I are sorry you were surprised by the information about the Jamaican Bacchanal Road March poster that features you and Max topless." Denise, violating the rules said, "Thank you and I believe you." "When your father first learned about the photograph and the possibility of it being published he was very happy, thinking you'd finally overcome your inhibitions. Later, when he learned that the Jamaican Bacchanal Committee was going to use the photograph for a poster, he talked with me about how it might affect you. I pointed out that you were once again acting in an inhibited manner and calling yourself ugly and unloved, so we decided to keep it from you. Your father agreed to represent Max and you and went to the committee to negotiate a deal. Under the contract he negotiated, you and Max may remain anonymous as long as you wish and the committee places your royalties into trusts set up for each of you until you request them. However, if you do request the royalties you will undoubtedly have to give up your anonymity. Your father and Max the elder also asked everyone in the neighborhood to not reveal your names." Denise contemplated what she'd just learned before again violating the rules and asking, "Why didn't you and father tell me about the poster afterwards?" Annika answered calmly, "As I said, when the poster went public you were in a very negative frame of mind. We decided you were dealing with enough emotional issues at the time and didn't need any more. Afterwards, we never thought you were open and uninhibited enough to handle learning that you were pictured topless on a poster. Soon, because the few people in the neighborhood who knew about it never mentioned it, it was all just forgotten." Denise wondered aloud, "But, how did father prove that Max and I were the dancers in the photo?" Annika, after taking a minute to remember exactly what occurred, explained, "Max testified for herself, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Your father and I, as King and Queen of the float, vouched for you. The maids who danced on the front of the float agreed that you were the first to go topless and Max followed. However, in the end, it was your dad's pictures from the sail boat, when you and I posed in bikinis that finally swayed the panel that you were definitely the other girl in the poster." Denise, somewhat upset over the memory of the photos her father had taken on his sailboat, paused for a second before angrily asking, "Father showed the committee pictures of me topless?" Annika couldn't help herself and laughed before explaining, "Yes, but he was showing the photos of you posing topless only to prove to the committee that you were one of the two topless dancers in the proposed bacchanal poster." Denise actually blushed when she realized how stupid her outrage and question had been. Regaining her composure, she said, "I'm sorry for my inappropriate outrage at father," and then asked, "What will I have to do if I want to collect the royalties?" Her mother, understanding Denise was upset, calmly explained, "When you decide that you want it, you can go to the Jamaican Carnival committee, show that you are Denise Johnson, the girl on the right in their poster, and show them some proof—any government identification with your photograph should be sufficient." Denise ended the discussion about the Bacchanal poster saying, "I'm still a little narky about you and father not mentioning it to me, but I'll consider the merits of your reasons and decision." "That's all we ask of you," Annika told her before asking, "Now; you said you'd tell me all about the challenge tomorrow, but I'm curious, what happened with the American tourist?" "Another long story that I will share with you tomorrow, but, short version, he said his nineteen year old grandson had the poster of Max and me and asked if I would pose topless with him and I agreed to do it." "So you agreed to be photographed topless with an American tourist?" "Yes, and then he and Andrew convinced me to recreate the poster." "And you acquiesced?" "Yes, I removed my blouse, danced until I was sweaty and matched the poster's pose—Andrew had pulled up an image from the Internet—whilst I was standing alone and then with the tourist." "How did you feel, knowingly being photographed topless?" "I was excited. The American was very nice and made me feel beautiful. Afterwards, I pretended to be his lover and again exposed my breasts before everyone on his tour bus." "Why?" "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'll tell you everything that happened at the Villa Ronai and later at the bar with Andrew. What I really need to talk about now is Will's fourth challenge." "Alright, why don't you tell me about it?" "The challenge has two levels. I can pass it by just doing the first level, which I've already done in a different environment, but I want to prove to Will, you, father, and everyone else that I'm no longer a prude." "Yes, I remember, the "All or Nothing" approach. So, what are the two levels of the challenge?" "The first level is that I go to a bar in my challenge outfit without a bra. I think that would be easy to accomplish. After the Villa Ronai photo shoot yesterday Andrew and I went to a bar for a couple of drinks." "You went to a bar, braless under a sheer top?" "Yes, but to win the challenge I will need photographs that prove that I'm not wearing a bra." "Meaning a photograph of you bare-breasted? "Actually, three or more photographs. Because of the pictures Andrew took at the Villa Ronai, I know I can do that part of the challenge, it's the second level that concerns me." "What's the second level?" "Same as the first, except with photographs that prove I'm also not wearing panties." "I can understand why you're uncomfortable with the challenge, after all you've never done anything that lascivious before," her mother the psychologist explained. "I'm wondering if I should just complete the first level of the challenge and move forward." "You could, but you know Will, will just make you show your private parts in the next challenge. Why not just continue the "All or Nothing" approach and get past this obstacle to achieving your goal?" "I'm just not sure I can expose my privates to Andrew, much less a bunch of people in a bar." "Now Denise, is there anything about your quim that is so special or embarrassing that you couldn't show it to someone?" "No?" "Then I suggest you trim it up and get it photographed so you can win the challenge." Somehow, her mother's crude bluntness made it easier for Denise to accept and follow her suggestion, "Okay! I'll do it. I'll prove to Will and everyone else that I'm not a prude." "Very good decision. I think you'll enjoy the excitement of public exposure and the satisfaction of overcoming your inhibitions and accomplishing the challenge." "Sometimes mother, I wonder if you and Will are in this together." "We just have the same goal, to get you to loosen up and enjoy life." "Okay mother. I love you and I will tell you all about my Villa Ronai adventure when I see you tomorrow." "Have fun with the challenge. I love you too. " As soon as she ended her phone call to her mother, Denise prepared and sent her email to Will confirming her acceptance of his fourth Progressive Challenge. With that decision made, she dressed and headed to the gym for her usual weekend morning workout. Later that afternoon, as she thought through her mother's suggestion and her options Denise decided that she would not wear panties to the bar, or at least she hoped she would have the willpower to go without them. However, she would accomplish the first level of the challenge before deciding if she would accept the second level. After all, even if she left the bar without exposing her pubes and labia to Andrew and the rest of the bar she would, after she opened her blouse and exposed her breasts in the bar, have proof that she'd accomplished the first half of the challenge, and Will's email clearly stated that she could pass the challenge by completing the first level. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 04 * * * * * Just as Will had hoped, Denise spent the rest of the week reminiscing about her Villa Ronai experience. She constantly recalled how she enjoyed the attention Harold gave her. The fun she had dancing topless for and with both Harold and Andrew. How beautiful the two men made her feel. She giggled whenever she remembered her little display in front of Harold's tour group and how happy she was afterwards. To her surprise, she never reproached herself for dancing and posing topless with the two men. In fact, when she was truthful, she was happy, excited, and proud that she had done it. After all, it was her objective to prove to Will, her mother, and everyone else, that she had changed and was no longer a prude. She was still a proper and genteel lady, but she was no longer a prim and inhibited woman. Later in the week, her thoughts focused on having to expose herself to everyone in the Jambalaya Bar while Andrew took photographs. Surprisingly, she found she was looking forward to the experience. If the bar patrons appreciated her dancing and exposure half as much as Andrew and Harold had, she knew she would be pleased. Thursday morning, just as she had every morning that week, she awoke from a sensual dream. Her dreams all involved her dancing naked, some in a public place, some on a dance floor. Sometimes she dreamed she danced before a large crowd, others before a couple of male friends, but most often, she dreamed she was dancing for Will. What she didn't understand was why Will was so pervasive in her dreams and what most concerned her was that in those dreams that included Will, she was always trying to convince him to have sex with her. She knew that would not happen if they ever met. Instead, he would be the one trying to talk her into having sex with him. Ignoring or forgetting her experience with Lars, she still believed she would never consider asking a man, a man she didn't really know, to have sex with her. As Denise finished her second cuppa, she remembered chatting with Will about her prurient dreams and lascivious thoughts. He reminded her that he had explained that had been his primary goal with the seven progressive challenges. "Remember Denise, that's why I don't want you to do more than one challenge a week. I've always wanted you to take time between the challenges to appreciate what you've already accomplished and to contemplate what you will need to do to complete the upcoming challenges. However, I can't force you to wait. The society rarely permits timeframes for executing or completing challenges, other than their overall limit of one year to complete all seven challenges." Will continued to push his point, "I believe you will benefit far more from the challenges if you take the time to appreciate your accomplishments in the previous challenge and to work on overcoming your fears and inhibitions as you prepare for the next one. I want you to enjoy the journey toward accomplishing each new challenge as much as you relish the satisfaction of having completed the previous ones. I want you to continue to take the time to learn more about yourself, your feelings, your desires, your fears, and your goals. That is the real purpose of the challenges I'm offering you." * * * * * Jambalaya Bar Denise knew she was ready to accomplish Will's latest challenge; she was fully resolved to prove to him and her mother that she was no longer a prude. Thursday afternoon after work and her workout, she returned to her apartment and immediately prepared for the challenge. She first showered, trimmed, and shaved as much hair from her pubic area and labia as she dared, which was far more than she had the evening her mother convinced her to take the challenge and to do what she had to in order to accomplish it. As she shaved, she told herself, "If I'm going to shave my quim in order to prove I'm not wearing panties, then I'm going to do it right, I'm going to make sure it's clearly visible in the photographs." To prove to herself that she would do what she had to, she remained naked as she dried and brushed her hair and put on her makeup. So that she'd be accustomed to being naked, Denise decided not to dress until just before she had to leave. Then, to calm her nerves and strengthen her resolve, she poured herself a glass of wine, sat in her easy chair and tried to remember all the advice her mother and Will had given her about why it was important for her to complete all seven challenges. Soon, the time arrived for her to begin her fourth challenge. She quickly donned the four pieces of clothing that made up her challenge outfit. Certain that Will would not want her to revert to a previous level of modesty she did not bother with the top three buttons of her blouse and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt. Remembering that the drive to her apartment the week before, after drinking too much at the Jambalaya Bar, was something she would rather not have to do again; Denise had decided she would walk the four blocks to the bar. Stepping out of the entrance to her apartment building, she was surprised at the number of people still on the street and it concerned her that most of them were middle-aged men. Once again, following her mother's advice on getting through a crowd of people, Denise thrust out her chest, and walked proud, carefully, but deliberately and with purpose. As she walked, she noticed that her mother's advice didn't include what to do about her big, unconstrained, clearly visible breasts, which bounced and swayed with every step. At that moment, she heard her mother's voice in the back of her head telling her with a laugh, "Just loosen up, quit acting like a prude, enjoy the bounty God and my genes have given you." She easily and quickly made her way through the crowd of middle-aged men who all seemed to stop working or talking and opened a path allowing her to pass. The only comment she overheard was a younger man telling another, "Bredda look dat cris t'ing." She smiled as she continued walking, but with more sway in her hips, knowing he'd called to a co-worker saying, "Brother, look at that good looking woman." On the next block, she walked past a group of teenage boys who simply stared in obvious awe, and the only comment she heard was a loud and clear "Jeezam, 'im cris." Denise again smiled, realizing one of the boys had complimented her looks, exclaiming, "Gosh, she's nice," and that knowledge further thrilled and titillated her. Crossing the street onto a block full of women who were obviously shopping, Denise was once again pleased with how well her mother's advice worked. She made a mental note to tell her mother about the efficaciousness of her oft-repeated advice. As she approached the first crowd of women, a few older women whispered their objections to Denise's public exposure but most of the other ladies simply smiled and stared as they shuffled out of her way. Denise was sweating when she crossed the last street before the block where the Jambalaya Bar was located. There were a few older men on the block and they simply smiled and stared as she walked toward them. When she neared a group of five elderly men, those with hats removed them, and the apparent leader of the group greeted her with a "G'day mi lady." Denise smiled broadly and acknowledged him directly with a nod of her head before she replied to all the men, "Gentlemen. A good day to you too." Arriving at the Jambalaya Bar, Denise saw her reflection in the bar's darkened front windows. She was sweating and the thin material of her blouse clung to her chest and revealed her dark areolae. She'd noticed it at the Villa Ronai, but had ignored it because, whenever her blouse wasn't lying on the ground it was unbuttoned and fluttering at her sides or was about to be. Denise resolved to ignore the thin, wet, and transparent material of her blouse as it clung to her unrestrained breasts, and muttered a promise to herself, "I will not go back to being a prude!" When she walked into the Jambalaya Bar she saw that Andrew hadn't arrived, so she walked proudly and deliberately to the bar, trying to ignore the bounce of her breasts and the obvious stares of a couple of ladies in a booth across the dance floor. She carefully climbed up onto a stool at the end of the bar, consciously keeping her legs together. After ordering two glasses of the house white wine, she evaluated her actions during her walk to the bar. Denise concluded that walking four blocks, through several groups of men and women, while braless and wearing a flimsy blouse, was not only exhilarating, but also satisfying. Walking into the bar with her transparent, sweat soaked blouse clinging to her breasts, and climbing onto a bar stool without panties were major accomplishments, not to mention very licentious actions. Denise was convinced she wanted and needed to complete both levels of Will's fourth challenge. After drinking several large gulps of her wine, trying to relax and calm her nerves, she turned in her barstool to watch several ladies on the dance floor. A few minutes later, Andrew walked into the bar, and as he rounded the bar and faced Denise, he halted. Regaining his composure, he quickly walked to her side and in a stage whisper, so she could hear him over the music, told her, "I apologize for being late. I also need to let you know that it is obvious you are NOT wearing ANY underwear." Despite her determination to do anything necessary to prove to everyone she wasn't a prude, Denise blushed and quickly turned on her stool so she again faced the bar. By the time Andrew put his camera on the bar and climbed onto the barstool next to her she'd regained her composure and said, "The wine is for you and thank you for telling me I was exposed." Andrew acknowledged her with a simple smile and nod before taking a drink of his wine. Denise took a deep breath to fortify herself, smiled, and began with what she had to say, "Speaking of being exposed, that is my newest challenge." Andrew looked at her with a quizzical expression, but did not interrupt. "In order to win this challenge I will have to open my blouse while you take photographs of my bared breasts." "I can handle that," Andrew told her with a grin and asked, "Where would you like to do the photo shoot?" "As soon as I can convince myself to it, probably on the dance floor. That's the challenge. I have to do it in a public bar or nightclub." "Doesn't it bother you that people here will be able to see you, and after the flash from the first photograph everyone here will look to see what's happening?" "I think I'll be okay. After all we danced here whilst I was wearing this practically transparent blouse and nothing happened." "Alright, when do you want to do it?" "Let's drink and talk for a while and then I'll decide and let you know." Denise, remembering their agreement pulled her memory card from her clutch purse and handed it to Andrew before asking, "Will you make sure you always have the camera with you so you can take the pictures as soon as I decide I'm ready?" Andrew smiled and nodded as he slipped the memory card into his Nikon. * * * * * Jambalaya Exposure Having finished her wine and ordered a refill, Denise asked Andrew, "Would you mind dancing with your over-exposed model?" "I would love to dance with my charming and beautiful model. By the way, thank you for the photographs. They were excellent choices and I've added them to my portfolio," Andrew told her, taking her hand and helping her retain her balance and modesty as she climbed off her barstool. While they were dancing, Denise remembered that in addition to sending Andrew several photos of her braless and wearing a transparent blouse, she sent him two photos of her topless as she reenacted her pose of Max and her on the poster. She asked, "Did you include the poster recreation photos in your portfolio too?" "No, as I promised, the only photos of you in my portfolio are ones you've approved." As they circled the tiny dance floor Denise surreptitiously undid the bottom three buttons on her blouse leaving a single button just below her breasts closed. "Please have the camera ready when I tell you to start taking pictures. I'm very nervous right now and I'm not sure I'll be able to convince myself to do this again." Andrew showed her the camera that hung from his right wrist, as he sputtered, "Here! Now?" Denise shimmied, the sheer blouse barely concealing her breasts as they swayed and bounced, and she told Andrew, "In a few minutes. But first I want to dance with, and for you." Several people noticed and moved around the dance floor to watch as the practically bare-breasted, statuesque, beauty danced exotically in the middle of the dance floor. Denise closed her eyes and drifted into her own imaginary world. Oddly, it wasn't her usual remembrance of dancing for her father. Instead, she was dancing for Will on the balcony of their private villa overlooking Reach Falls near Port Antonio. Seeing her eyes closed and her hands reaching for the button on her blouse, Andrew stepped back and raised the camera so he could look through the eyepiece, which he preferred over trying to frame the picture in the camera's LCD display screen. Realizing that if the camera flashed it would bring her out of her dream world and attract much more attention to her; Andrew turned off the flash and muted the sound so the camera would not make a shutter click when he took a photograph. Andrew took a quick test photo and reviewed it in the camera's LCD display to be sure there was sufficient light to capture a good image. He was amazed at the clarity of the picture; he could see that she had closed her eyes, the change in shading from her areolae and the outline of her nipples, the shading on the curve of the exposed round tops of her breasts, and the shadows that accentuated her cleavage. Andrew swayed to the music as he quietly watched Denise undo the last closed button on her blouse, allowing it to open and expose her breasts. He took several photographs and moved to one side to take more. The crowd remained silent not wanting to break the beautiful young dancer's mood or interrupt the show she was providing them. The music playing in the bar changed to a Cha-Cha and Denise moved right into her new dance steps without opening her eyes. In her dream world, she was teasing Will. As she danced with him, she would Cha-Cha toward him and when he reached out to touch her exposed breasts, she would Cha-Cha out of his reach. Denise saw that Will was not only drooling, his arousal was evident in his trousers. First kneeling on the edge of the dance floor and then standing on a chair, Andrew took photos from different angles. He moved in front of Denise as if he were dancing with her and took more pictures. Denise smiled sweetly at Will, as he stood by the villa's balcony railing with the waterfall visible behind him. Will motioned for her to come to him. She wanted to be sure she was the cause of his arousal and lust, so she held up her index finger and wagged it back and forth, telling him no. Andrew took a marvelous photograph of Denise licking her lips as she wagged her upturned index finger back and forth, signaling him not to do what he was doing. He ignored her request; it was just too beautiful an image to not photograph. Continuing to tease her lover, Denise made several Cha-Cha steps around the Villa balcony as she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and let it float away in the breeze. Andrew, moving with her, took several photos of Denise shaking her breasts, allowing her blouse to fall off her shoulders and drop to the floor. A quiet murmur went around the bar when Denise let her blouse drop revealing her narrow waist, flat stomach, and large breasts with crinkled areolae and erect nipples. Andrew quickly picked up her blouse and laid it on an empty table behind him. When she saw Will step away from the balcony railing and towards her, Denise smiled. Will tried to take her in his arms, but she shook her head no and backed away. He stopped, she danced in place, shaking her breasts and allowing him to admire her body. Seeing his erection pushing against the inner thigh of his trousers, Denise decided to push her lover closer to a full erection. She moved in place to the beat of the Cha-Cha, put her thumbs inside the waistband of her skirt, and pushed the skirt down to her knees. She bent her knees, wiggled her butt and breasts, and allowed her skirt to fall to the balcony floor before she kicked it toward Will. On the dance floor, Andrew was knelling in front of Denise taking photos of her as she was dancing in place. Denise unexpectedly shoved her skirt to the floor, shook her tits and ass, and kicked the skirt toward him. Andrew thought to yell at her, but decided she was just far too perfect a sight for him not to continue to photograph her. Denise knew she was in charge, that she had control of her lover. She spun around on the balcony watching as Will, the waterfall, the villa and Will again came into her line of sight. She wanted him to know that she was ready and willing to give herself to him, so she spread her legs and shook her breasts. Andrew was kneeling before her at a forty-five degree angle from her front and looking up from the floor as he took several photos of her opening her legs and exposing her shaved labia to everyone before her as she again shook her hips, ass, and breasts. Andrew thought he'd already let her go too far and was worried he may have just lost his best friend and a fantastic model. Yet, she was incredibly sexy as she danced at the center of the dance floor wearing only hold-up stockings, high-heels, and a dreamy look. Andrew concluded that he wanted to continue photographing her, to take some pictures for his artistic portfolio. As Will stepped closer to her, Denise wanted to show him she was ready and that she wanted him to take her. With her legs still spread, she licked her fingers, reached down between her thighs, and... heard her lover shouting her name. Seeing that Denise was about to masturbate on the dance floor of a crowded bar Andrew knew he had to put a stop to the scene and hollered, "Dee-Dee, NO!" Andrew hoped she wouldn't be angry once she learned that rather than stopping her before things got out of hand, he'd continued taking photographs. He scooped up her skirt and blouse, stepped closer to her, and again hollered, "Denise! You have to stop. NOW!" Denise heard her lover shouting at her. "Why?" She wanted and needed him to make love to her. Instead, he was yelling, first "No," then "Now!" What did he want her to do? Andrew reached Denise and put his arms around her waist. As she opened her eyes, he pulled her to the side of the dance floor. When she looked around, first shock, then horror, and finally embarrassment appeared on her face. "You were in a daze. I thought you were aware, so I photographed you as you stripped. But then I realized that you didn't know what you were doing." "What was I doing?" "You stripped and danced naked on the dance floor, in front of everyone!" Still not putting things in order, she said the first thing that came to her confused mind, "Did I accomplish the challenge? Did you take photographs so I can prove I accomplished the challenge?" "Yes, yes," Andrew said meekly, "I think you not only met, you exceeded what was required by the challenge." "What do you mean," she asked, looking around and beginning to understand that she was on a bar's dance floor. "I'll tell you all about it later, but right now you need to put these on," Andrew begged as he handed her the skirt he'd picked up, hoping if he could get her dressed she might not be as angry when she learned what he'd done or more correctly, hadn't done. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 04 "Oh my God," Denise moaned as it dawned on her that she was, ostensibly, naked. It wasn't her dream. It was real! She grabbed the skirt from Andrew's hand and quickly stepped into it, pulled it up over her hips, and tied it closed. Then, seeing her breasts were exposed, she asked, "Where's my blouse?" Andrew handed her blouse to her and she pulled it on and held it closed, but did not button the front of the blouse. "Come on, let's go back to the bar and I'll tell you what happened," Andrew tried to order, but mostly asked, as he pushed her past the tables full of patrons who had just watched her erotic, nude dance. "Great show lady," the bartender told her as she reached her stool, "This round is on the house." Denise didn't even think to be cautious as she climbed up on the bar stool and sat down, holding her unbuttoned blouse closed with her left hand. Then, reciting the beginnings of her developing mantra, that she would do whatever she had to do to win any challenge, Denise released her blouse and decided not to button it. "After all," she thought, "Everyone has already seen everything and if I continue with the challenges, surely Will is going to make me expose myself again. So I may as well get used to it." * * * * * Andrew's Friendship Sitting at the bar drinking their wines, Andrew asked, "What happened? Last week you told me each challenge would require you to show a little more of your body. But today you didn't just reveal a little more, you showed everything to everyone." "I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything about the challenge. I was supposed to go into a bar without wearing a bra and, optionally, without panties and complete one or two levels of the challenge. The first level was to prove I was braless by having photos taken of me exposing my bared breasts. To accomplish the optional second level, proving I wasn't wearing panties, I needed photos of my bared privates." "Well, I'm quite sure you've accomplished both levels. But what possessed you to do it?" Denise took a big gulp of her wine, thought about what drove her to do what she did to accomplish the challenge, realized and understood the reason, sat forward in her stool, and explained, "When I was younger, my father would dare me to try different sports. I tried football, cricket, track and field, and swimming. However, I wasn't very good at any physical activities. Yet, because my father dared me to try, I felt compelled to make an effort to become proficient at them all. The only reason I stopped trying was that eventually my father forfeited the dares. But he would always give me another one." Denise took another sip of wine before continuing with her explanation, "That's the reason I know how to dance. After I failed at every sport my father knew, he dared me to try dancing. As it turned out, dancing is the one physical activity at which I am proficient. When I was in my last year of secondary school, my father dared me to try out for the neighborhood association's bacchanal troupe. Not only did I make the team, they soon selected me to be a dancer on the float. I HAD to do it, and do it well enough to prove to my father that I'd won his dare." "You HAD to prove you'd won the dare?" "Yes. I'm compelled to take and accomplish any dare." "Are you serious, you're compelled to complete any dare?" Denise giggled at the thought, "Sorry, not ANY dare, but if it's a legitimate dare from someone I know and trust, I have a compulsion to accomplish it to the best of my ability. My mother once explained it's an associative response. I was compelled to please my father by accomplishing his dares and, as a result of a reinforced association between love and the accomplishment of a dare, I now have a compulsion to do what I must to accomplish any dare, especially if it's from someone I care about!" Denise continued with her explanation, "That's why, when my friend—his name is Will and I really admire and like him—dared me to take the Seven Progressive Challenges, I felt compelled to accept and accomplish every challenge. Although his latest challenge had levels of accomplishment, my compulsion forced me to achieve the highest level. Therefore, when Will challenged me to expose my breasts in a bar, I had to do it. And, because the dare had a second, higher, level of accomplishment, I had to bare everything to prove to Will that I had completely accomplished and therefore won the challenge." Andrew raised his glass in a salute, "You certainly accomplished everything asked of you in that challenge." Denise nodded her thanks, sipped her wine, and continued, "Making matters worse, as a result of the past challenges, I've been having very erotic dreams, and I'm easily excited. So, on top of being compelled to expose everything so I could accomplish the second level of the challenge, as I was dancing, I was having a very erotic dream in which I was coercing my lover to have sex with me." "Okay, that explains what happened. Now, what can I do to keep you from going too far again?" Andrew asked with the true concern of a close friend. "You can do what you did tonight, bring me back to reality. Wake me from my dream and remind me that I'm just trying to win a challenge. And one more thing, as a very close friend, I ask you to not take advantage of my compulsion by giving me a dare." "I am your friend and I care about you! I would never consider taking advantage of you," Andrew told her. Denise thanked him for being such a good friend and Andrew, trying to lighten the moment asked her if she would like to dance again, adding, "But, this time, you have to promise to keep your clothes on." Denise happily accepted. She hadn't considered the stares and comments she got as she walked back to the dance floor with her cleavage exposed, her breasts often visible as they bounced and swayed with each step. Again reciting her mother's mantra to, "loosen up," she stood erect, thrust her chest forward, and walked proudly beside Andrew onto the dance floor. While they danced Denise considered what Andrew had just told her and realized that he had indeed been the perfect choice to be her photographer. He was a good friend who wouldn't take advantage of her. He had been in a homosexual relationship and with so many Jamaicans hating gays and lesbians; he had to keep that fact a secret. Thus, she knew he would also keep her secret. She also contemplated her feelings about Andrew's sexual orientation. She realized that knowing that someone she felt close to had, and hoped to again, be in a homosexual relationship, did not seem to be a big deal. Denise concluded Will was right when he explained to her that she should not spend her time and energy worrying about other people's sexual predilections. As they danced to several songs and walked back to the bar, Denise stood erect with her chest thrust out, she never consider pulling her blouse closed to cover her cleavage. She was exhilarated as she reveled in the delighted stares of many of the women and a few of the men they passed. Again, she thought about what Will had told her and she realized she enjoyed having people admire her and neither the sex nor the sexual preference of the admirer mattered. She craved and appreciated the adoration and the gender or sexual orientation of the admirer was of little concern to her. * * * * * Back at the bar, Denise, having had too much wine and excitement to consider the ramifications of her question, asked Andrew, "I know you say you're homosexual, but I was wondering, since you say you can't find someone you're attracted to, would you consider going on a date with me to see whether or not we are or could become a compatible couple?" Andrew frowned and explained, "I do not desire nor need to take that risk. Besides the obvious fact that I prefer men, I also believe that dating a friend includes the very likely possibility of losing that friend. Just think about it. If we dated and eventually decided we might be compatible, what would we do about it? I, for one, do not want to spend years, as I did with Jackson, just to learn that while we might be sexually compatible, we would never be happy as a couple. To learn, through some very difficult times and discussions, that we simply don't have the same desires and goals in life. Jackson and I nearly destroyed our friendship because of those difficulties. No, I don't want to risk destroying our friendship. I'm much happier remaining your friend." Denise smiled, nodded, and explained her agreement, "I don't know that I fully understand what you're saying, but I somehow know that you're right. As you spoke about your difficult times with Jackson, I looked back on our friendship and saw several areas of possible conflict besides the obvious. You are an artist, and you think like an artist. You deal with life on an emotional level. I enjoy and appreciate the arts, but I'm a realist, I try to deal with life logically, not emotionally. That difference doesn't impact our friendship, but it could quite possibly destroy our relationship, especially if we were trying to develop a permanent and exclusive relationship." "That's the point I was trying to convey," Andrew agreed, and added, "Our differences don't affect our friendship, but would likely destroy any sexual, living, or lifelong relationship we tried to develop." Denise nodded and introduced another difficulty, "Also, I just remembered how much of a friend Will has become, and how much I wish to have an opportunity to explore a relationship with him. If you and I were to start dating, that would create a very real difficulty. So, I guess you are right, you and I are destined to remain friends." "I agree and I'm okay with that. I too have a friend with whom I want to explore a possible relationship, and I don't wish to introduce another difficulty into that scenario. Now, with that out of the way, I suggest I order another round of drinks and while the bartender pours them, we go to the dance floor where my logical friend can show and perhaps teach her emotional friend some of her famous Soca dance steps?" * * * * * Jerry's Jerky Joynt They danced, finished their wines, and Andrew suggested they get something to eat. When Denise agreed and asked if he knew somewhere close by, Andrew told her about an excellent jerk place around the corner that, although it was small, had a great cook and several large ceiling fans to keep it cool. Denise, rather than buttoning it closed, tied the bottom hems of her blouse together before they walked around the corner to Jerry's Jerky Joynt. On the way, Andrew asked Denise if she would mind posing, as is, in front of a crowd of pedestrians. "It's an idea I've been thinking about and if it works, it would be a great addition to my portfolio," Andrew explained. "If you're sure it will be safe, I'll be willing to do it for you." Andrew had her stand on the edge of the sidewalk, next to a parked motorcycle, with the setting sun behind her. As he had at the Villa Ronai, he directed her to spread her feet and turn slightly; she had already sucked in her stomach, pulled her shoulders back, and thrust her breasts forward. Andrew took several photos, often waiting until either a crowd formed around Denise to see what was happening or a group of pedestrians crossed the street together. For the last series of photographs, at Andrew's apologetic request and seeing that no one was approaching her, Denise pulled her blouse open and back exposing her breasts as she again followed Andrew's directions. "Thank you for being so considerate and patient," Andrew said once he thought he had taken enough versions of his photograph to find the one photo that would be perfect for his portfolio. "I was happy to do it for you," Denise replied and asked, "How do you want to handle the selection of the photos for your portfolio?" "If it's not too much trouble, someday when you have a few minutes I could come to your place and we could review these photos. I could select the best ones, and you could email them to me." "Okay, just call me whenever you want to come over," Denise agreed with a big smile. At the end of the evening, after sharing a platter jerk chicken and peas and rice, and enjoying several glasses of wine, Denise, happy to have a friend, tipsy from the wine, and drunk from the exhilaration of exposing herself, told Andrew, "Thank you for being a great friend and helping me accomplish my challenge." "Thank you Denise. I'm sorry I didn't try to stop you from stripping earlier, but I was caught up in photographing a beautiful woman putting on an exciting display." "Andrew don't be sorry! I must have wanted to do it. After all, I took on the challenge knowing it would require me to expose myself whilst you took pictures." Denise leaned to him and kissed him on the lips, "I think if we'd been friends when we were growing up, I might have turned out far less inhibited. But it's never too late to change." Andrew laughed, "I think if we'd been friends when we were growing up, I might have considered bisexuality. But, for me, it is too late to change!" Andrew again walked the two blocks to his apartment and Denise walked proud, erect, and with a purpose to her apartment, four and a half blocks the opposite way. The walk turned out to be uneventful, except for a group of young men outside a small bar who wanted her to join them for a drink. Denise smiled politely, thanked them in Jamaican Patois, "No t'anks, me gwine mi a bredren and me depan haste," explaining she was going to meet a friend and was in a hurry. When Denise arrived at her apartment, she was too exhausted to write her email to Will, so she jotted some notes while the events in the bar that afternoon were still fresh in her memory. She next loaded the memory card, Andrew had returned to her at the jerky place, into her camera, stripped off her heels, blouse, skirt, and nylons, and climbed onto her bed. As was becoming her habit, she didn't bother to don her ersatz nightgown, an oversized Kingston Cricket Club jersey. Lying naked on her bed, she used the camera's LCD display to review the photos Andrew had taken earlier that evening. "Andrew is truly a good photographer," she said aloud. She liked the photos of her dancing, but she noticed and zoomed in to confirm that three then six of the buttons on her blouse were undone and she was showing far too much cleavage. In the next couple of photos, she could see that her blouse was completely unbuttoned. When she moved to the next picture, she saw herself pulling her blouse open and exposing her breasts. "My God," she thought, "I was behaving like a stripper. What came over me?" Denise put the camera down, turned out her light, and tried to go to sleep. However, the pictures haunted her and she wanted, no, she needed to see what else she had done. The next sequence of photos showed her pulling her blouse back, shaking it off her shoulders, and letting it drop onto the dance floor, leaving her topless. "That's it! If, to win these challenges, I have to behave like one of those sluts father abhors, than it's just not worth it," Denise ranted before she set the camera on the nightstand and again tried to sleep. * * * * * Uninhibited Friendships It was Friday morning and Denise didn't have to work. She'd planned to sleep in late. However, she hadn't slept well, tossing and turning as she dreamt. She had several horrible dreams in which she acted like a slut. In one, she was naked, her arms and legs spread and tied to crossed-poles that were in the shape of an "X." Fully dressed men and women milled around, frequently fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples, or masturbating her exposed privates. In another dream, or nightmare, she was a naked waitress carrying two trays of drinks around a full bar. As she tried to serve her drinks, fully dressed men and women fondled and tried to masturbate her. In her last dream, Will stood behind her in the gardens at Devon House and ordered her to remove her clothing, slowly, one item at a time. Each time she removed a piece of clothing, Will ordered her to walk around the garden and offer the item to a tourist, and to allow them to pose with her as their friends or spouses took photographs. When Will told her to remove her panties, she woke up in a sweat, with three fingers between her freshly shaven labia. Thinking what a slut she had become, but not removing her hand from between her legs, Denise picked up the camera from the nightstand and reviewed the remaining photos while continuing to masturbate with her free hand. "Actually," she thought as she reached the series of photographs taken after she'd removed her skirt, "I look pretty good and everybody in the bar seems pleased." A few minutes later she saw the photo of her reaching down between her legs, "My God, I was going to frig myself in front of the crowd!" At that moment, she rolled into the first of three orgasms and dropped the camera on the bed so she could use both hands to continue to pleasure herself. In the guilt-ridden aftermath of her orgasms, Denise picked up the camera, expecting to be disgusted with what she saw. To her surprise, she wondered, "How good would it have felt to have actually masturbated in front of everybody? After all, I felt great walking into the bar in my revealing clothes and without underwear and I remember tingling as I unbuttoned my blouse on the dance floor. More importantly, I knew what I was doing when I started to strip; I knew I was going to remove my top and let Andrew take photographs of me on the dance floor with the crowd watching. Then, I easily forgot the crowd and went into my own dream where I stripped off all my clothes and, in my mind, tried to have sex with Will. To be honest, I wasn't very upset when I came out of my dream and found myself naked on the dance floor. In fact, I was so excited I left my blouse unbuttoned when I got dressed. Moreover, as I remember, I felt great knowing everyone had seen me naked and yet I acted as if I didn't care. Now, as I recall the evening, I'm still not upset. In fact, I'm actually getting excited thinking about all the people that watched me as I danced naked." She went straight to her computer, turned the power on, and while it booted up, made a cup of tea. Sitting naked at the computer with her tea, Denise loaded all the photos on the memory card to her computer and reviewed them again. She tried to be objective as she selected the photos that best documented the events and her actions in the bar. Finally, she selected eight photos that were well framed, focused, and reflected the story of her stripping, in her dream and in reality, while she danced with Andrew. She attached those photos to an email to Andrew. _______________ From: Denise Johnson To: Andrew Bailey Date: Friday November 12 Subject: Progressive Challenge Photos Andrew, I just finished reviewing the photos you took yesterday and I loved every one. Please consider this email to be my permission for you to use any photo you've taken, as part of my Seven Progressive Challenges, for your portfolio. When you want to come over to select photos from the series you took outside Jerry's Jerky Joynt, please bring a flash drive or memory card. You have my permission to download any of the photographs you've taken to date. In the meantime, please feel free to use any of the attached photos in your portfolio. I'm looking forward to going on my next challenge with my best friend—the best photographer in Kingston. I will call you as soon as I receive the next challenge. Your Grateful Model, Dee-Dee _______________ Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 04 Reviewing the photos she'd sent Andrew, Denise typed out her earlier thoughts about her night at the bar. She focused on her memories of how excited she was walking to the bar, dancing with Andrew, and stripping, even confessing that she had been thinking about having sex with Will while she was dancing, naked and in a daze, on a crowded dance floor. She even told Will about the dreams she had all night. However, Denise omitted her disgust when she first saw the pictures of herself stripping on the dance floor. Then, in addition to the eight photos she'd sent to Andrew, she added the one of her touching herself between her spread legs just before Andrew yelled at her. "Let's see what Will thinks of his uninhibited exhibitionist," she laughed. After sending her email to Will, Denise, seeing the time, quickly changed and headed out to the gym for her work out and swim. * * * * The photographs of Denise, dancing naked, awed Will and he muttered aloud, "She is absolutely stunning and incredibly beautiful. And, she's clearly become completely uninhibited." When Will read Denise's confession that as she stripped on the dance floor she dreamt she was trying to get him to have sex with her, he had to consider what it meant and what he would do. At first, he reveled in the idea, but he quickly dismissed any thought of it ever happening—it was too improbable. He eventually concluded her dream wasn't personal or indicative of her true feelings; she was simply enamored with her challenger. After all, she'd never met him and she would have no way of knowing whether she wanted to have sex with him. He decided not to mention her dream, to forget about it. After all, it was just a dream. Will considered pushing her forward, but after rereading her email he concluded that because of the strides she made with the last challenge, it would be better if she spent some time reminiscing about her triumph, and hopefully getting excited about her next adventure. Thus, he decided to give her a week off before sending her the next challenge. * * * * * Later that morning when Denise returned from her workout, she first put on a kettle of water for tea, unconsciously stripped off her cut-off jeans and Tee shirt, and turned on her computer, before heading back into the kitchen where she prepared a cup of hot tea. When she sat down at her computer desk, Will's email message was waiting on her notebook computer. _______________ From: Will Kruger To: Denise Johnson Date: Friday November 12 Subject: Successful Completion of the Fourth Challenge Denise, My God woman! You are certainly getting into this! I was awed by the photographs and impressed with your narrative. Congratulations, you clearly completed both levels of the fourth progressive challenge. Your narrative was incredible, although it paled in comparison to your audacity. Most of all, I must admit that I am dumbfounded by your beauty as displayed in the photographs. However, in the future, please remember, YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL! Enjoy your weekend off from work and your week off from the challenges! I will send the fifth challenge to you the first thing next Thursday morning. It is one I think you will find both difficult and extremely rewarding. Your Impressed Challenger, Will _______________ As Denise finished reading Will's email, Andrew called to schedule a time to come over and select some photographs for his portfolio. During her workout, Denise had decided to give also him access to all of the "poster recreation" photos, so she asked if he could come right over with a memory card or thumb drive so he could download any of the photos he wanted. Andrew, shocked at Denise apparent change in terms of her control of the photographs, said he be at her place in a quarter hour. Realizing she was naked Denise pondered the merits of staying undressed the rest of the day, after all Andrew had already not just seen but photographed her as she danced naked, but she decided it would be prudent to at least put on cut-offs and a Tee shirt. Fifteen minutes later Andrew knocked on her door. As Andrew was reviewing, selecting, and downloading photos to his flash drive, Denise babbled about how excited she had been the previous evening. She explained that she was actually aware, at some level of consciousness, of her actions on the dance floor. She went on to explain how she loved the memory of stripping on the dance floor and continuing to dance as Andrew photographed her. How she regaled in the attention she received when they returned to the bar, the power she felt as the bar patrons watched her walk across the bar and climb onto the barstool. When Andrew nodded his apparent understanding, she excitedly told him how lascivious she felt sitting at a bar with her blouse unbuttoned while she talked with him. She confessed how thrilled she was that, as they were walking to the restaurant, he asked her to pose for photographs that he planned to put into his portfolio. She even expressed her exhilaration while having dinner in public, knowing that a simple slipknot was all that held her sheer blouse closed. Concerned, Andrew talked with her, asking whether Denise was in control and aware of the consequences of her actions. After considering his question, she informed him that she was fully aware of what she was doing and that she knew the intent of the challenges was to help her overcome her inhibitions. Denise further explained that her mother, a psychologist, had pushed her to take on the challenges because she believed it would be a beneficial experience for Denise. Andrew finally conceded that although her actions were titillating, she was apparently in control and aware of where she was headed. He also confessed that he very much wanted to continue serving as her photographer, as long as it wouldn't affect their friendship. When Andrew left, Denise remembered she'd promised to visit her mother that weekend. As she selected some clothes and packed her bag, she thought about her feelings during each of the challenges. She realized her memories were almost exclusively those of excitement, exhilaration, and lust. Furthermore, she resolved that she was desirous of continuing the good feelings she had experienced. Denise considered that the previous night was the only time she'd felt remorseful or unhappy about what she was doing, and those feelings had gone away with the dawn. In fact, she woke up getting herself off, and even that didn't lead to her normal post-masturbation blues. It was, she thought, apparent that she was quickly changing from living her life as an inhibited prude to one of being a lustful woman who enjoyed exhibiting herself and who desired sexual relations, albeit she was currently only masturbating. However, given her daydream on the dance floor and the dreams she'd been having the last few nights that would undoubtedly soon change. "Good thing mother convinced me to go back on the pill," she said aloud and then laughed. Denise quickly changed into a pair of jeans and an old tank top without bothering to put on a bra or panties—she was enjoying the excitement of knowing and feeling she was almost naked. Stepping into her new stiletto-heeled sandals, she grabbed her bag, clutch purse, and key chain before heading out the door. The traffic in New Kingston was light and it took less than ten minutes to make the drive to her parents. * * * * * Seeing her daughter's car pull up in front of the house, Annika opened her front door and waved to Denise as she climbed out of her car. Noticing her youngest daughter was obviously braless, Annika yelled just loud enough for Denise to hear, "It appears the challenges are having a positive impact on your attitude, dress, and appearance." During Denise's visit, she talked briefly with her mother about her activities the night before and that morning, but spent most of her time asking for and listening to her mother's advice about her friendship with Andrew. Denise first explained, "I was concerned about using him as my photographer when I realized that I really liked him. I even asked him his feelings about moving beyond our friendship, to a sexual and perhaps exclusive and permanent relationship. He pointed out, and after thinking about it, I agreed, that because of our different attitudes, desires, and ways of dealing with life, any relationship between us, other than our current friendship, would be doomed to failure. More importantly, I realized that if Andrew and I were to have a relationship, it would affect my friendship with Will." Annika advised, "I suggest you first learn about and try to become open to all forms of sexual relationships. Go back and read what Will has been telling you. Next, I need to point out that, given your growing relationship with Will and your realization and acknowledgement that you believe it would harm your friendship with him if you and Andrew entered into a relationship; you have already answered your question about developing more than a friendship with Andrew. However, should you try to have a sexual relationship with Andres, I hope and pray that you are sure your relationship would remain purely and solely physical, i.e., sexual. I say that because I believe, if you had sex together, it is extremely unlikely that things will work out between the two of you. Instead of thinking about becoming Andrew's alternative, heterosexual fuck buddy, you should concentrate on being his friend, his good friend, but nothing more than his friend." * * * * * Saturday, after enjoying a late lunch with her parents, rather than going dancing at one of her favorite New Kingston area clubs, Denise decided she'd rather stay home and relax. When she returned to her apartment, she undressed, sat in her easy chair, and contacted Will. As they chatted, she enjoyed a couple glasses of wine, and wondered if she'd ever have the nerve to turn on her webcam. However, that was a moot thought, her webcam didn't work, and Will had mentioned that, for security reasons, the software gurus in his company had uninstalled the webcam software on his notebook. Still, it was an intriguing question, "Was she uninhibited enough to allow Will to see her sitting naked at her computer desk or reclined in her easy chair?" She went to bed early, and slept soundly. * * * * * Sunday morning she again woke up with the memory of an erotic dream. "At least it was different," she said to the walls. In her latest dream, she was dancing on a Bacchanal float. As the float entered Sabina Park Cricket Stadium, Max and she began to strip. They first removed their vests and then their short skirts. When the float pulled in front of the reviewing stand, Max and she, at the urging of the officials, removed their tiny bikini tops as they danced an uninhibited Mambo. The officials placed a ramp between the stand and the float and urged Max and her to join them in the grandstand. Max went first and Denise followed. As they danced across the ramp, Denise, for inexplicable reasons, decided she needed to be unencumbered if she was going to dance in the grand stands, so she removed her tiny G-String and threw it to the crowd. Max followed her lead and they danced among the officials with abandon and without regard to their nudity. They even allowed the officials to touch them anywhere they pleased. Of course, they won the trophy for the most outstanding dance troupe. Max and she stood on the official reviewing stand, naked except their heels, headdresses, and jewelry, holding the trophy high in the air as everyone took pictures of them. It was then that Denise awoke. Without consideration as to why, Denise remained naked as she sat in her easy chair, drank her hot tea, and wrote in her journal. Later, on her return from her morning workout, without thought, other than it felt right, Denise again undressed and decided she would remain naked the rest of the day. After fixing a light lunch, she logged into her favorite travel chat room and chatted with several other members before she saw Will had also logged into the site. She and Will had an hour-long, private chat about everything except the challenge. As they were chatting, Denise absentmindedly masturbated, bringing herself to orgasm. When she mentioned it to Will, he congratulated her. Then he asked her, "Would you like to do it again?" "Yes, I think so," she answered honestly. "Okay, then why don't you get undressed?" "I am. I slept naked and, other than going to the gym for my workout, I never bothered to put on any clothes." "My, that's a major turn of events in your attitude and behavior!" "I never thought of it until now, but yes, I no longer feel I always have to be prim and proper, especially when I'm alone or with close friends." "That's wonderful. Please don't let me keep you from enjoying yourself. Go ahead and type one-handed while you give yourself more pleasure." "O I AM." Denise was smiling as she typed with a single finger. She was again wondering, "If mine worked and Will's computer had the necessary software, would I be willing to turn on my webcam and let him watch me diddle my quim?" Denise asked Will many questions about homosexual relationships including, what was entailed, was it pleasurable, was it better or just different, what experiences Will had, and finally, how did having a long-term homosexual relationship affect a man? By the time Will finished answering her questions, he had to get ready for a dinner party. Denise admitted the she needed to recover from the dozen or more orgasms she had while chatting with Will, so she could make herself dinner, and get ready for work the next morning. * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 05 Chapter 5 -- Quad Club: She must dance naked in her favorite club. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter continues the story of a young Jamaican woman's acceptance of a series of challenges that include her exposing herself outside her favorite nightclub, while drinking at a bar inside, and while dancing naked on the nightclub's dance floor with a friend. Interracial Love: this chapter continues the developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man. Lesbian Sex: this chapter includes a public sexual encounter between a young Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American woman. Mature: the story's primary characters are a young (26-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (41-year-old) man. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. The author desires to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Fifth Challenge Early Thursday morning, while enjoying her first cup of tea, Denise's computer dinged notifying her she had a new email message. She was excited as she walked to the computer and pulled up Will's message. The subject was uninformative yet intriguing, "Nightclub Dance Challenge." She reflected, "Well, after getting naked on a dance floor in a bar last week, dancing in a nightclub should be easy." Remembering how wrong her initial impression about the last challenge had been, she paused, sat down, and took a deep breath before opening the message and reading the first sentence, "Your fifth challenge, like the previous one, has two levels but it also comprises three tasks." "That's not fair, he's making me complete multiple dares to accomplish a single challenge," Denise whined. She read on, "As you probably have already guessed, you are to wear your new clothes, again with the top three buttons of the blouse unbuttoned and without a bra, AND, if you still dare, without panties or underpants." Sipping her tea and talking to the heavens, Denise moaned, "No surprise there, the more I do to prove I'm not a prude, the more he's going to make me do in the next challenge. At this rate I'll be dancing on stage in a strip club before I complete the seventh challenge." Turning back to the email, she read, "In general, the challenge is to go to an operating, open to the public, and occupied dance club or nightclub, preferably your favorite club, have at least one drink, and dance for at least one song, preferably three or more. As your proof for completing each task you will need to provide at least five photographs confirming you were braless or, if you dare and it is SAFE, at least five photographs proving you were BOTH braless AND not wearing panties." Denise grumbled under her breath, "I've already done that, except I wasn't in the Quad. But again, my prior attempts to go above the standards he sets always result with him raising the requirement for completing the remaining challenges." She read on, "In other words, to fully accomplish this challenge you must provide at least five photographs proving you were braless (Level 1) AND simultaneously without panties (Level 2). Let me iterate that each of the five photographs for Level 2 must show conclusively and inclusively that you were completely without undergarments. You will need to provide at least five pictures of you standing in front of the nightclub (Task1), at least five more of you having a drink with someone at a bar in the nightclub (Task 2), and at least five more of you dancing with someone, preferably a male you know, on a dance floor in the nightclub (Task 3)." "Damn him," Denise swore aloud, "He's forcing me to dance naked in my favorite nightclub. If I take this challenge, it will mean I'll never be able to go to the Quad again," Cursing under her breath, she read the last of the email, "To allow you the time to appreciate your previous experiences and to contemplate your next challenge, you may make any necessary arrangements, but you may not accomplish any part of the challenge prior to next Tuesday. As before, the photographs should be accompanied by your usual narrative of the events of the night, traveling to the club, posing in public outside the club, asking someone to drink or dance with you, and/or to photograph you while you are drinking at the bar and then dancing with someone." Denise thought about someone she knew seeing her and she started to worry, "If anyone I know is there when I do this challenge I'll never be able to face them again." She wondered what people would say to her, and everyone else, if they spotted her dancing completely exposed, her breasts swinging and bouncing, her trimmed private bits visible to everyone, and, as she noticed after she'd danced naked in the Jambalaya and later when she posed for Andrew's portfolio photos outside Jerry's Jerky Joynt, with her juices flowing down her thighs. Denise started to worry that she may not have the emotional strength to accomplish this challenge. Remembering the positive experiences she'd enjoyed while completing each of the first four challenges, Denise reluctantly concluded she needed to continue on the path she'd started. "All or nothing," her mother had told her and that encouragement had led her to this point. Recalling her mother telling her how exciting the idea of the challenges sounded and considering Will's assurance that she would be safe while doing anything he asked of her, Denise repeated her mother's words aloud, "Why bother taking the challenge if you're not going to do everything necessary to complete and win it? How else will you prove you are not a prude?" With those words hanging in the air for inspiration, and although it was early in the morning, Denise called Andrew's cell phone. When he answered, she excitedly told him, "For my next challenge I will need you to take photos of me posing without my bra and panties, or more accurately in just my heels. Oh, and I will need you to take those photographs while I'm standing in front of the Quad Night Club and having a drink with someone at one of the club's bars." "I can't believe I'm saying this, but after what you did at the Villa Ronai and last week in the Jambalaya, that doesn't really sound like much of a challenge. It should be easy enough for you to do." "In addition to photos outside the club and at the bar, I will need photos of me repeating last week's performance, but this time I have to be photographed while I'm dancing WITH SOMEONE I KNOW," she emphasized the last four words. Andrew just whistled his amazement at the challenge and her willingness to accept it. Denise laughed and explained, "Actually, the challenge doesn't require me to take all my clothes off. I just have to show my breasts to accomplish the first level." However, she knew, after the exhilaration she felt dancing naked in the Jambalaya Bar the previous Thursday night and with her compulsion to win any dare, if she accepted the challenge she would end up dancing naked in front of a crowd. She shook her head to clear her mind and asked Andrew, "You know everyone I know and what I have to do. Who do you think I should dance with for this challenge?" She and Andrew went through a list of the half dozen guys that might be acceptable, but slowly ruled out each one. A couple would freak and run away, a couple would call security, one might even accost her, and the other was completely unpredictable. "I know," Andrew offered, "Why not me? You know you can trust me. You won't actually be doing anything with me you haven't already done. Knowing what you're going to do, I'll be in a position to take any steps necessary to protect you while you're completing your strip show on the dance floor." "But how will you take photographs of the two of us?" Andrew thought for moment and answered, "I don't know why we didn't think of him before, but Jackson could do it! He's an experienced professional photographer; he works full-time as a realty photographer, is taking photography classes as a part-time student at Arts School, and he's even had a bunch of his Bacchanal photographs published in the Gleaner. I've seen his work and he's quite good. In addition, he won't freak or turn us into security. Finally, he likes you. I'm sure he'd be willing to help you." Andrew did have to remind her that when the three of them had attended Arts School together, he and Jackson had become two of Denise's few close friends. Andrew also did not mention that Jackson would do anything for a chance to see Denise naked. Once, when Andrew couldn't make it, Jackson escorted Denise to a mutual friend's wedding. Afterwards, Jackson told Andrew, that although Denise tried to hide it, he was sure Denise had a fabulous body. Denise considered both offers and thought they made sense, except that Jackson had been Andrew's lover until the two of them sort of split up a few months ago. To verify that one concern would not be a problem she asked, "The fact that you and Jackson broke up... will that be a problem? "Hell no, like I told you at the Jambalaya, our decision was mutual, we both knew it wasn't working between us. We're still roommates and friends. It's all cool Denise, and it's an all-around good solution to your dilemma." "I believe you're right. I know I'll be able to strip in front of you, and I can trust you to keep me from harm, or going too far," Denise giggled at her memory of her unintended strip show at the Jambalaya Bar, "Okay, would you mind asking Jackson if he can make it next Wednesday night?" "Good choice, the club won't be crowded, in fact we'll probably have the dance floor to ourselves. Plus, without a crowd, the security guards won't be concerned about what we're doing, and if they do, they'll take their time getting around to us. Consider it done. I'll call you back in a few minutes to confirm Jackson's agreement." Denise opted to take a quick shower while she waited for Andrew's call. In the shower, she again assessed her options and after going through the names of everyone she knew, she again concluded that Andrew's plan was the best option available. She could trust Andrew and she knew she could dance naked before him—after all, she'd already done it. Moreover, Andrew said that Jackson would do a good job taking the photographs, so she was confident he was a good choice. Besides, all she needed him to do was take at least five clear, focused photos for each task to prove she'd accomplished the fifth challenge. Fifteen minutes after Denise agreed to Andrew's offer, he called back and announced, "We are set for seven next Wednesday night. Jackson and I will meet you in front of the club." "That's fantastic, thank you. Did you explain everything to him?" "Let's see, photos of you exposed in front of the club, photos of you exposed at the club's bar, and, oh yes, photographs of you exposed while dancing with me on the club's dance floor." Denise couldn't help but laugh. But she also wanted to be sure that Jackson wouldn't be surprised if she went all the way to win the challenge and stripped off her blouse and skirt again, so she asked, "Did you tell him about the last challenge and explain that I might get undressed Wednesday night outside the club and at the bar?" "I thought you might, so just in case, I told him how you stripped and danced naked on the Jambalaya dance floor last week. I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to be sure that he was aware of that possibility. I also told him that he had to be sure to get the photographs you want or you would never forgive him." Andrew did not tell her that knowing she might get naked was the incentive that ensured Jackson would go along with their request. "I don't mind. I trust Jackson, but more importantly, I trust your judgment. Okay, thank you. I'll see you both outside the club Wednesday night at seven." * * * * * While taking a tea break at work, Denise reminded herself that she had taken the progressive challenges with the intent of doing everything necessary to win it and to prove she was no longer a prude. To that end, she committed herself to accomplishing Level 2 for all three tasks. It was going to be all or nothing. To ensure her efforts would not be wasted she decided to let Andrew and Jackson know what she planned to do and what they would need to do to help her accomplish her goal. That afternoon when Denise got home from her after work workout at the gym she undressed, poured herself a glass of wine, and prepared and sent an email to Andrew explaining what she planned to do to accomplish the challenge and exactly what he and Jackson needed to do to help her do that. _______________ From: Denise Johnson To: Andrew Bailey Date: Thursday November 18 Subject: Explanation and Expectations for Wednesday Night. Andrew, please share this email with Jackson. I wish to make sure you both are aware of what I expect to do and what I need you two to do next Wednesday night. So that you both are aware, my challenge includes three tasks, and each of the three tasks has two levels. The three specific tasks I expect to accomplish on Wednesday evening are that Jackson take three sets of at least five photographs showing me (1) standing in front of the Quad, (2) drinking at a bar in the Quad, and (3) dancing with Andrew on a dance floor in the Quad. The five photographs (and preferably many more) in each of the three sets MUST clearly show that I conclusively and inclusively met all of the requirements for Level 2 of that task. To be sure you both understand what I intend to do, let me explain the specifics of my challenge. The requirements for meeting Level 2 of each of the three tasks are the same. I must complete each task whilst braless, (i.e., with my breasts, tits, boobs, etc. exposed or bared) and simultaneously whilst I am clearly, conclusively and inclusively ALSO NOT wearing panties, underpants, undershorts, thong, G-string, etc., (i.e., with my privates, pubic area, labia, etc., bared, exposed, or visible.) It is my desire and expectation to accomplish all of the requirements for Level 2 in each of the three tasks. Your Committed Model, Denise _______________ Denise sat in her easy chair with a glass of wine as she contemplated the challenge. She soon reconfirmed that she desired to "win it all," in order to complete this obstacle to proving she was no longer a prude. To that end, she reaffirmed her commitment to herself to do everything necessary to finish all seven challenges. "Why take on the challenge if I'm not willing to do everything I must to win it?" She asked herself. That was when she concluded, "And to win it I will have to prove to Will that I was without any undergarments. Okay, well I'll prove that! He won't be able to deny that I accomplished both levels of the tasks if I have photographs showing Andrew pinching my bared nipples whilst fingering my exposed private parts, my, what does mother call it? Oh yes, my quim." Raising her wine glass Denise toasted, "To the absolute abandonment of my inhibitions." Noticing she hadn't thought to put on any clothes after undressing earlier, Denise considered, "Does this mean I'm becoming just like my mother? Is that what I want?" Taking a sip from her glass to complete her toast, she answered her question, "If giving up inhibitions means that is what I'll become, then I'll become just like my mother." * * * * * Each evening the rest of that week, Denise sat in her easy chair, with a glass of wine, and naked, as she contemplated the exhilaration of taking on and completing each task of this fifth challenge. She thought of the joy of accomplishing another step toward her goal of proving she was no longer a prude. She then raised her glass and toasted, "To the complete abandonment of any and all of my inhibitions." Denise realized she was looking forward to the challenge. She wanted to prove to Will that she was no longer a prude. She was looking forward to posing naked with Andrew while Jackson took photographs. She was looking forward to being an exhibitionist, to becoming more like her mother. Every night that week, she had dreams of going to the club, drinking at the bar, and dancing naked with Andrew. In every dream, the crowds at the club applauded and praised her uninhibited behavior and attitude. Every morning she awoke excited, with sodden thighs, and soreness from diddling herself. Wednesday after what seemed a very long day, Denise skipped her regular workout and drove straight to her apartment. She immediately stripped off her clothes before she showered, shaved her legs, trimmed pubic hair, and shaved her labia. As she shaved, she reminded herself that her goal was to prove she wasn't wearing panties, and to that, she needed her quim to be visible in the photographs. After she dried off, she put on her makeup, and laid out her clothes. Knowing she was ready for the challenge and knowing she would have a lot of wine at the club, she sat naked in her easy chair and enjoyed a cuppa as she waited until it was time to get dressed and walk to the Quad Club. As she waited, Denise reread her journal entry prior to taking the challenges. She smiled at her opening line, "I believe I will be able to force myself to accomplish any challenge that involves exposing my body..." and added aloud, "and I still believe that!" She continued reading until she came to her entry that read, "I've decided not to worry about continuing with the challenges until, and if, a challenge requires me to engage in a sexual activity. Then, and only then, will I consider, and make a decision about quitting." She put the journal away and thought, "And Will still hasn't made me face that decision. Until he does, I will continue to accept and accomplish every challenge as completely as possible. I will prove to him that I can be uninhibited, that I'm no longer a prude." Then she remembered her earlier promise, the reason she had shaved away so much of her pubic hair, and vowed, "I will not allow Will to have any excuse to not accept my accomplishment of both levels of this challenge. I will make sure that I have photographs showing Andrew, or someone else if necessary, fondling my bared breasts and touching my exposed quim. After tonight, I will have accomplished five of the seven challenges. I will be seventy percent of the way to achieving my goal." * * * * * Club Entrance (Task #1) Denise walked the six blocks from her apartment to the Quad Night Club on Trinidad Terrace in the heart of New Kingston. As with her walk to and from the Jambalaya Bar she walked proudly and with purpose, and other than numerous polite and a few off-color compliments, the walk was uneventful. She was glad she'd decided to make the walk, it allowed her to recommit to accomplishing the second level of all three tasks and coming another step closer to completing the Seven Progressive Challenges. She remembered her toast every night of the previous week. She knew she hadn't changed her mind, she would be uninhibited tonight, and she would accomplish all levels of all tasks and satisfy all of Will's conditions for successfully completing and accomplishing the fifth challenge. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 05 She didn't have a long wait outside the Quad club, Andrew and Jackson arrived exactly at seven. Andrew explained that Jackson and he thought it might be a good idea for the three of them to act as if they were friends on a night out together so they wouldn't draw too much attention to themselves. Denise jokingly asked, "Should we be friends from work who are out for a few drinks, good friends getting together, or a ménage à trois on a night out?" Andrew grimaced, he was afraid Denise had just revealed that he had shared an intimate detail about him and Jackson. However, Jackson thought that, while Denise undoubtedly knew about the relationship between Andrew and him, she was just making a joke. Denise retrieve her memory card from her clutch purse, handed it to Jackson, and asked, "Do you understand that you are to use only my memory card in the camera and to return it to me when we're done. Jackson smiled and told her, "Andrew gave me very explicit instructions. I understand them and I will comply with your wishes." After placing the memory card into his own Nikon camera, Jackson held out his hand and asked, "Would you like me to keep your purse?" Denise handed him her clutch purse and he stuffed it into the camera case hanging from a shoulder strap. Taking turns, first, Denise and Andrew posed for photos under the club's sign, Andrew and Jackson then changed places. Finally, Denise took three photographs of Andrew and Jackson standing together. Jackson surprised them by corralling an American tourist passing by and convincing him to take several photographs of the three of them together, including one in which Denise asked the guys to reach around her back and for each one to cup a breast. "My goodness," Jackson yelped as the camera flashed, "You really aren't wearing a bra!" Denise, knowing that Jackson had moved when the camera flashed grabbed the guys' hands cupping her breasts and ordered, "Nobody move, we have to retake that picture." She looked up at the gentleman who had volunteered to take the photographs, smiled, and asked, "Would you please take that picture again?" He happily obliged, anything to have the opportunity to stare unashamedly at the good looking, light-skinned, Jamaican woman wearing a short skirt that showed off her long legs and a nearly transparent blouse that did little to hide the jiggle of her huge, unconfined breasts. They all thanked the gentleman afterwards and, to his delight, Denise pressed her breasts into his chest as she gave him a thank you kiss on the cheek. * * * * * Seeing that she had the perfect opportunity to get the pictures she needed of her posed in front of the popular club, Denise turned to the guys, and announced, "Okay, there isn't anyone around. Quickly, let's get some photos that will prove I met level two of the first task." With that instruction, she walked over to a spot where Jackson could include her, the club's entrance, and the big sign overhead into the frame as he photographed her. Jackson and Andrew realized what she wanted to do so they took their places—Jackson took the photographs and Andrew kept a look out. Denise first posed facing the camera, with the QUAD sign with the number 4 inside the Q just behind her, her legs apart at shoulder width and her hands on her hips. Jackson looked through the camera's lens and made sure he had her and the club in the background within the frame. He looked at Andrew who gave him a nod indicating everything was okay, and Jackson put the camera to his eye and said to Denise, "I'm going to take two pictures of each pose," as he pressed the shutter button on the camera twice. Without taking the camera from his eye, Jackson said, "Great! Next pose please. Just look to the camera and nod your head when you're ready." Jackson waited as Denise, muttering her mantra to herself in an attempt to stop her knees from shaking, unbuttoned her blouse, letting it hang but not opening it, before putting her hands back on her hips and nodding to Jackson. She heard two clicks before Jackson said, "Next pose please." The scene repeated as Denise, visibly shaking, opened her blouse, pulled it off her shoulders, and dangled it from her hand as it rested on her hip. After hearing two clicks as Jackson took the photographs of her posing topless she murmured, "I will not be a prude," and tossed the blouse to Andrew, turned slightly, looked toward the camera with both hands on her hips, smiled and nodded. She immediately heard two clicks. Her hands shook as she lifted her skirt and faced Jackson with the skirt bunched around her waist and butterflies fluttering inside her belly. Jackson told her, "Smile please," and when she did, she heard two clicks. After the last pose with her privates exposed, Jackson asked, "Did that accomplish your goal?" Denise held up a quivering index finger to indicate she needed either, one more minute or one more pose, so Jackson waited. Denise used her tongue to wet her dry lips and asked Andrew in a quivering voice, "Do you think we'll will be safe here for another minute or two?" Andrew looked around and with a worried look, nodded his head to indicate it would be, but in a worried tone, he asked, "Why? What do you plan to do?" Denise didn't answer his question; instead, with shivers of excitement running throughout her body and her hands shaking, she untied the waist string of her skirt, pushed it to the ground, and kicked it to Andrew before returning to her pose with her hands on her hips. Denise stood erect, looked to Jackson and the camera, smiled, and nodded. The camera's shutter clicked two times. When Jackson lowered the camera, Denise shook her head, and said, "Remember, I NEED at least five photos and I WANT more." Jackson put the camera back to his eye and Denise held her arms up, asking, "Is the Quad sign visible between my arms?" Jackson stepped to his left, nodded, looked in the eyepiece of the camera, framed the picture, and took two photos. Denise turned slightly, spread her legs, making sure her quim would be visible to the camera, stood up straight, and thrust out her breasts. When she smiled and nodded, she heard two clicks of the camera. She again held up her shaking index finger. Then, as she placed it on the top of her slit, she accidentally hit her erect and swollen nub, and set off several shocks of excitement. She nodded to Jackson and tried to keep her knees from shaking. However, as she shuddered from a small orgasm, the shaking of her hand caused her index finger to flick her clitoris several times. She heard several clicks as the camera recorded her pleasurable moment. Andrew, noting that she was shaking, walked over, stood behind her, and asked, "Denise, you're shaking. Are you okay?" Jackson took a photo as they looked at each other with what appeared to Jackson to be more than simple friendship in their eyes. Denise smiled and told Andrew, "Just a little case of jitters. But if my friend would put his arms around me I'm sure it would help me calm down." Andrew put his arms around her waist and Jackson took the photograph. Denise took Andrew's hands and lifted them to her ribs just below her breasts. Jackson took another picture. "Cup my breasts like you did at Villa Ronai, but make sure Jackson and the camera can still see my nipples," Denise, regaining her composure, asked and directed. Andrew did as she instructed and Jackson took the picture. Denise directed Andrew through several more poses, ordering Jackson to take the shots as soon as they were in position. To Andrew's surprise, she took his hand and placed it on her exposed quim. After Jackson took the photo, Denise shocked both men when she used her index finger to shove Andrew's index finger between her shaved labia, into her vulva and held it there as she nodded for Jackson to take the photograph. Denise whispered the toast she'd made all week, her mantra during her walk to the club, "To the utter abandonment of my inhibitions." Andrew, noticing that she was again shaking, worried that they had gone much too far, and thinking she might once again have entered her dream, waved his arms and shouted, "Okay, that's enough," and he handed Denise's skirt to her and waited. Denise was shaking so hard that it was difficult to hold the skirt still as she stepped into it, pulled it up her legs, and tied it around her hips. Andrew nervously scanned the area seeing if anyone was approaching or watching from a window or other vantage point. Noticing how shaky Denise was as she put on her skirt, he held her sheer blouse behind her and sighed in relief as soon as she slipped her arms through the armholes and he could pull it up and over her shoulders. Denise fumbled to button the front of the blouse with her shaking fingers and was relieved to hear Andrew announce, "Just in case one of the neighbors reported us, I think it would be a good idea if we went inside the club as quickly as possible." * * * * * Club Bar (Task #2) With the first set of photos out of the way, the three friends headed into the nightclub. They first cleared security, complete with searches of Jackson's camera case and Denise's purse as well as thorough pat-downs, with special attention to Denise's breasts—an occurrence with which she'd become all too familiar, although, in the past she had been somewhat protected by her bra. Andrew paid the entrance fee, while Denise promised to pay him back, before they walked up the flight of stairs to the air-conditioned Oxygen Lounge. The huge dance floor was empty as were most of the stools at the bars on either side. The few patrons in the lounge were mostly American and European tourists—the locals didn't usually go clubbing during mid-week. The threesome found a table next to the back wall, not far from the dance floor, and close to the end of the bar. After ordering three glasses of wine, Andrew talked with the bartender explaining that they were friends from work having a night out together and they wanted to take a few photographs. "Irie! Tek yu time, nuh one deh ere tenight. Mi tandey look cris t'ing," the bartender told Andrew through a big grin as he poured the three glasses of wine. Andrew established a tab, but when the wine was ready Andrew slipped a "Manley"—a Jamaican $1,000 bill with Prime Minister Michael Manley's picture, worth about $10 U.S.—into the bartender's palm saying, "T'anks. Dis fah let us soke." When Andrew joined Denise and Jackson, he handed out the drinks and told them, "I asked the bartender if we could take some pictures of Denise and he told me we could take our time, because it was a slow night. He said he'd just stand behind the bar and look at the good-looking woman. I thanked him, generously, for allowing us to play." They sat at the table at the end of the bar, enjoyed their drinks, and talked about what happened outside. Jackson asked Denise what had led her exposure and behavior outside the Quad. Denise provided him with a brief version of how her online friend had dared her to complete the Seven Progressive Challenges, the four challenges she'd already accomplished, and then reminded him of her email explaining this challenge and repeated her need for more than five different photos for each task. Jackson nodded his apparent understanding, although the look in his eyes was not one of understanding but a mix of lust and admiration, neither of which Denise noticed. At Andrew's suggestion, they each took turns being the photographer as the other two stood at the bar in several different poses. Once again, Jackson talked someone, this time a thirty-year-old American woman, into taking photos of the three of them, including another one with Andrew and Jackson cupping Denise's breasts. They were almost finished when Denise asked the guys to wait a minute before she walked over and talked with the woman who'd volunteered to take the photos. After introducing herself, Denise learned the woman's name was Michelle, she was on vacation, and she was happy to have done the favor for her. Denise explained to Michelle, "I have another favor to ask of you. I'm involved in a dare, and it is extremely important that you take at least six photos of me with my breasts exposed and another six with both my breasts and quim exposed so that I can prove to my friend that I went through with and completed the dare. Would you be willing to do that for me?" Michelle blushed, thought for a moment, and then smiled and nodded. Denise leaned close to her and whispered some instructions. When Denise returned to the bar, she again stood between the guys and instructed them to cup her breasts without covering her nipples. Michelle waited a few seconds, giving Denise time to reach out and cup the two guys' crotches, before she pressed the shutter button two times, just as Jackson had instructed her earlier. Denise asked for another pose. She directed the guys to stand on either side of a barstool after she'd carefully climbed onto it. Once everyone was in position, Michelle feigned having a problem with the camera and Denise unbuttoned her blouse. When Denise nodded, Michelle somehow solved her problem, put the camera up to her eye, and waited for Denise to pull her blouse aside before taking two photos. As Denise exposed her breasts, it took the guys a second to realize what had happened and they simply stood frozen, staring at her breasts. Denise, with Michelle taking photographs, did seven more poses with her breasts bared, including poses with her arms outstretched, reaching straight up, arms around the guys' shoulders, arms around the guys' waists, the guys facing her with her hands on their butts, theirs on her breasts, and finally with hers on their crotches. At that point, Denise held up her hand as if she were a policeman stopping traffic and Michelle, with camera still at the ready, nodded. Denise asked Michelle and the guys, "One last series of photographs and this will be for Level Two, if you gentlemen don't mind?" Once the guys were posed, Michelle again paused; Denise, her blouse now hanging off her shoulders and to her sides exposing her breasts, slid forward to the edge of the stool, hooked her heels over the foot rail, spread her legs as wide as she could, pulled her skirt up, and straightened her knees, exposing her trimmed, pubic hair and shaved labia to the camera. Click, click. Both Andrew and Jackson were slack-jawed. With the guys facing her, Denise again posed as Michelle took photographs of her with her arms outstretched, arms reaching straight up, hands on the guys' shoulders, chests, and hips, touching their crotches, their hands on her exposed thighs, their hands on her bared breasts, the two guys' kissing the tops of her breasts, one of Denise giving Jackson a friendly kiss, and finally one of her sharing a kiss with Andrew. No one moved or said a word as Denise pulled her skirt down, sat back on the stool, and pulled her blouse back onto her shoulders so the front panels draped over her breasts. Once Denise was finished, Michelle walked to the bar and handed Jackson the camera. Denise thanked her and reached out to shake her hand. Instead of taking Denise's outstretched hand, Michelle leaned forward and gave her a big hug. "No, I should thank you," Michelle told Denise, "It was the highlight of my vacation. Moreover, you've given me the inspiration I needed to get back into shape. Thank you for allowing me to be part of this." * * * * * Club Extras "Can you wait a second Michelle?" Denise asked the woman that had volunteered to take photographs of her as she posed topless and with her privates exposed with two male friends at the bar. When Michelle nodded that she would, Denise asked Jackson if he would take a couple of photographs of Michelle and her at the bar. As Jackson moved to take the photographs, Denise asked Michelle, "Is there any particular pose you'd like for the photos?" "How about a couple of me sucking your nipples or licking your slit?" Denise sat still for a moment. Michelle's request had shocked her. After taking a deep breath, she remembered how Will constantly told her that all sex was enjoyable and that she would surely learn that if she learned to, "Enjoy living an uninhibited lifestyle." It flashed through her mind that Will once sent her a long email explaining his statement, which said in part, "By enjoy, I mean doing each and every activity with gusto, or better yet, with complete abandon. By uninhibited I mean without regard to the opinion of those not involved. Finally, by lifestyle, I'm referring to all forms of sexual relationships including heterosexual and homosexual, all types of sex including oral, manual, anal, and genital, and all kinds of sexual activities, which are too numerous to itemize." Denise smiled at Michelle and answered, "Okay!" Looking around and seeing that no one in the sparse crowd was paying attention to the four of them, Denise looked up at Michelle and asked, "Maybe we should start with a photograph of us as we kiss... on the lips?" Andrew stepped away so he wouldn't be in the picture and would be in a better vantage point to watch both the action and the other patrons in the room. Jackson, having heard Denise's question, moved to one side so the photograph would clearly show the women's faces as they kissed. Denise, her heart pounding and her stomach churning, reached up, put her hand on the back of Michelle's neck, gently pulled her down until their faces almost touched, and said to her, loudly enough for Jackson to hear, "Look at the camera and smile." After the camera clicked two times, Denise pulled Michelle closer and they kissed as the camera again clicked twice. "That was nice," Denise thought aloud. "Oh my God! Yes it was!" Michelle exclaimed. Without letting go of Michelle's neck, Denise, imagining Will's reaction upon seeing the pictures she had in mind, flipped the fronts of her own unbuttoned blouse to either side, and said, "Smile for the camera." Again, Jackson took two photos before Denise pulled Michelle's face down until her lips touched Denise's aroused nipple. It took a few seconds for Michelle to realize where she was and what Denise was permitting and expected her to do. She lustfully took Denise's nipple between her lips and suckled it. Denise, caught up in the sexuality of the moment, moaned and soon pushed Michelle over so she would give her other nipple some attention. At that moment, the camera clicked two times. "And that's even better," Denise cooed as Michelle suckled her nipple and fondled her breasts. Denise suddenly realized that she was becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure Michelle was giving her by sucking her nipples and with the excitement of being publicly exposed. Jackson moved around looking for the best angle as he photographed Denise and Michelle losing themselves in their pleasure. Click, click. Finally, Michelle lifted her head, leaned forward, kissed Denise on the lips before looking into her eyes, and telling her, "Thank you, this will be a vacation I will never forget." "One more pose?" Denise almost pleaded. Her stomach tightened as her sexual urges overwhelmed her mind and she leaned forward and returned the passionate kiss. As they kissed, Denise slid forward on the stool forcing Michelle to step back in order to continue kissing Denise. Once Denise's butt reached the edge of her seat, she hooked her heels on the stool's footrest, spread her legs, straightened her knees, and rose up as she pulled her skirt up to her waist. Michelle broke their kiss and looked to Denise for an explanation as to why she had pulled away. Denise, her heart pounding, and her stomach churning, looked down at her exposed pubic area and practically pleaded, "Didn't you say you wanted a photo as you licked my slit?" Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 05 Click, click. Michelle reached down and caressed Denise's trimmed, triangle of curly pubic hair. She moved her fingers down and slipped her index finger between the shaved folds of Denise's pussy. Denise felt a warmth flow through her body and hardly noticed the click, click of the camera as it recorded her lustful expression. Lifting her finger, Michelle caressed Denise's erect button, sending jolts of passion through Denise's body, which in turn caused her to shimmy, her breasts to bounce, and her nipples to harden. The camera clicked twice and Denise lifted her hips. Michelle inserted another finger, rubbed her thumb against Denise's sensitive clitoris, and again Denise shuttered, causing stomach to tighten, her breasts to jiggle, and preventing her from hearing the camera's clicks. Michelle inserted a third finger with a similar result, but this time she drove her fingers past Denise's vulva, into her sopping vagina, and began pumping them in and out. As she worked her fingers back and forth between Denise, now sodden folds, Michelle reached under her own skirt with her free hand and worked her own tiny thong panties down to her thighs. Denise reached behind and grabbed the sides of the stool seat so she could thrust her hips forward and up. Jackson shifted to one side and took several photographs that recorded the passion the two women were sharing. He took an incredible photograph of Denise, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip, and thrusting her hips upwards in an effort to drive Michelle's fingers deeper into her vagina. "Oh that feels marvelous," Denise moaned and somehow remembering her purpose was to get a photograph, reminded her sex partner, "But the plan was to get a photo as you licked my slit." Without a word, Michelle swung around in front of Denise, squatted, and without removing her fingers from between Denise's shaved labia, used her tongue to find and flick Denise's clitoris. Again, the camera clicked twice recording the action as Denise shuttered and nearly fell back in the barstool. With great resolve and desire, Denise recovered and thrust her pelvis forward, allowing Michelle to drive her tongue into Denise's vagina next to her three fingers that were now searching for Denise's G-spot. Click, click. Michelle removed her fingers from Denise's pussy and licked the juices flowing onto her swollen labia. She then drove her tongue deep into the wetness between Denise's folds as Jackson pressed the shutter four times in rapid succession. With the fingers of her free hand rubbing her own bared pussy under her hiked up skirt, Michelle continued to use her other hand and her tongue in a frantic effort to bring Denise to an orgasm. It didn't take long. Denise's arm weakened and she all but sat down on the stool as the bolt of an overwhelming orgasm shot up from her vagina, through her navel, and up into her nipples. Jackson, suspecting Denise was about to orgasm, had positioned himself so he could take photographs of Michelle's tongue working in and out of Denise's pussy and then Denise's rock hard nipples and open mouth as she moaned her pleasure. As Jackson lowered the camera toward Denise's pussy, Michelle moaned and Jackson pushed the shutter button two times, capturing a photograph of Michelle's tongue driving past Denise's vulva and into her vagina. Jackson continued to lower the camera's view toward Michelle's fingers, which were plunged deep into her own vagina while her thumb rubbed against her raw, red, and erect button. Both women opened their eyes in horror as the sound of the camera shutter registered. Lost in their personal lust, neither one remembered they were being photographed and the sound of the camera startled them back to reality. "What the fuck?" Michelle questioned as she turned and saw the camera pointed at her, with her fingers in her pussy. Click, click. "Shit!" Michelle again cursed to herself. She was squatting in front of Denise's spread legs and bared pussy with her own panties around her ankles, her skirt pull up around her waist, and the fingers of one hand pumping back and forth between her own soaked labia as the fingers of her other hand stroked in and out of Denise's vagina. Denise, feeling Michelle withdrawing her fingers from her vagina, sat back down on the stool and opened her eyes. Click, click. The camera captured Denise with a slight smile and an expression somewhere between lust and satisfaction. Jackson, deciding he'd intruded too long and too far into the women's lust, lowered the camera and withdrew to join Andrew at the bar. Denise recognized her feelings were those her mother always said she should enjoy after having sex, warmth, caring, joy, and a calm excitement. Not the sadness of having only felt the hot gush of someone else's excitement splash onto her thighs, the way her first boyfriend and Lars had left her feeling. Moreover, Denise felt sated, sensual, and sexual. She also realized that Michelle, while having given her many orgasms, she hadn't achieved her own. Caught up in the emotion, without considering the consequences, Denise asked Michelle, "Please remove your panties and change places with me." Michelle wasn't sure what Denise wanted but decided to oblige her request. She stood up, pulled her panties down from her ankles and over her sandals, and climbed onto the stool from which Denise had just stepped down. Before Michelle settled on the stool, Denise knelt between her spread knees and began caressing Michelle's soaked labia. Michelle's passion made it difficult for her to speak, or move, or object, so she leaned back, spread her legs and let Denise take control. Jackson turned to Andrew and asked, "Should I be taking pictures?" Andrew shook his head and answered, "I think this is private." Denise leaned forward and imitated the actions Michelle had taken earlier, actions that had so excited her. She first kissed Michelle's nearly exposed clitoris. Noting that Michelle smelled of what she could only describe as a musky lust, Denise suckled her aroused nub for a several moments before she used her fingers to explore Michelle's soaked vagina. Michelle had been on the verge of an orgasm for several minutes, but her focus had been pleasuring the beautiful and sensual Jamaican woman and not her own needs. It now dawned on her that she was in desperate need of relief. When Denise licked Michelle's labia and then shoved her tongue deep into her blood engorged vagina, Michelle lost control. Lifting her hips up from the bar stool to force Denise's tongue deeper into her vagina, she shook violently, forcing Denise to push down with her head to shove her back into her seat. Once Denise regained control, she lapped the juices from inside Michelle's vulva while she continued to rub her thumb over her hooded and swollen clitoris. Those actions pushed Michelle over the falls; she had a massive orgasm, pumping her hips up and down as she squirted her orgasmic fluids onto the lips of the sexy Jamaican beauty squatting between her thighs. When Michelle finally sat back in the stool, she placed her hands on either side of Denise's head, lifted her face upwards, looked into her green eyes, and whispered, "Oh my God! You are beautiful and you give as well as you take. Thank you!" Andrew stepped up to the women and whispered, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I think it would be a good idea if you two covered up before one of the bouncers notices and comes around." Denise quickly stood and closed the front of her blouse and Michelle stepped down from the stool and pulled her skirt down. Michelle picked up her panties and wadded them in her fist, before she leaned forward to thank Denise for a memorable evening. Denise grabbed Michelle's neck, pulled her forward, and they kissed, tasting, exploring, and sharing their passion with their tongues. Andrew suggested they all go back to the table they'd staked out earlier and when they nodded their concurrence, he offered to get four wines and bring them to the table. At the table, Denise took her small clutch purse from Jackson's camera case and pulled out a pencil and a folded sheet of notepaper. Handing the pencil and paper to Michelle, she told her, "If you will give me your name and address, I will mail you a CD with all the photos Jackson took of the two of us. In addition, please be assured that the photos are safe. Jackson will give me the memory card from the camera tonight so I will be the only one with access to the photos. I promise I will not release any photograph of you without your permission and I expect you to do the same with the copies I will send you." Michelle smiled at Denise and answered, "Of course," as she wrote her name, mailing address, and email address. * * * * * M.A.D. Pact The foursome sat around the table drinking wine and talking about what just occurred—posing outside the club, at the bar, and Denise and Michelle together. When the guys commented that, they were sure anyone would find the photos of Denise and Michelle to be hot, Michelle, looked to Denise, and pleaded, "You promised me you wouldn't share those photos with anyone." "And I won't," Denise comforted her and then having an idea asked, "Michelle, did you bring a camera with you?" Michelle nodded and looked to Andrew who slid her purse across the table. She removed a small digital camera and showed it to Denise. Denise nodded and explained, "You can take photographs of me posed any way you wish and then you will have leverage against me. I'll have photos of you; you'll have photos of me. We'll have what you Americans and the Soviet Union called a Mutually Assured Destruction pact. You'll know that I won't release a picture of you, because you can retaliate by releasing pictures of me, and vice versa." Michelle thought for a moment and smiled, "Okay, that's sounds reasonable. Why don't you get naked and I'll take some photos of your beautiful body?" Andrew cleared his throat to get their attention, "Remember, we're in a public place. So far we've been lucky, but if the bouncers suspect that anything kinky is going on, they'll throw us out, or worse." Denise looked around, saw they were in a concealed corner by the end of the bar, and pointed it out to Andrew, "You know, if you and Jackson stood next to Michelle no one could actually see me except the bartender and he hasn't complained." Andrew frowned, slumped his shoulders in resignation, and agreed, "Okay, but you have to promise you'll be cautious, stay focused, and follow my instructions." Thinking that was something Will would tell her, Denise replied, "Agreed," with a smile and nod to Andrew before turning to Michelle and asking, "Why don't we finish our drinks first, then I promise I will let you take photos of me posed anyway you wish." "Fair enough," Michelle agreed raising her wine glass in a salute. "Before you two get started, we should make sure the flash on Michelle's camera is turned off so we don't draw any unwanted attention to our activities," Andrew noted. "I don't know how to do that," Michelle explained as she handed her camera to Andrew. While he was setting Michelle's camera Andrew took the slip of paper on which Michelle had written her address, tore a corner from the page, wrote his email address and some basic directions on how to turn on her camera's flash, and stuffed the piece of paper into Michelle's purse, explaining, "If this doesn't help you turn the flash back on, just email me and I'll send you detailed instructions or we can chat online and I'll walk you through the steps." Jackson, who hadn't said anything other than to give directions while taking photographs sat upright and said, "If no one objects, why not let Andrew use Michelle's camera, that way we could both take photographs of Denise as Michelle poses her." "It's alright with me," Michelle agreed before turning to see if Denise was also agreeable. As everyone turned to see her response, Denise took another sip of wine and holding the glass just below her lips, smiled and said, "I'd first like to finish my wine. Afterwards, I'll pose for any camera and in any way Michelle wishes." After sipping more of her wine and resting for a moment, Denise turned to Michelle and asked, "Just my curiosity, why are you so concerned about these photos?" Michelle took a moment to contemplate her response before answering, "I work for a very conservative religious organization and they would fire me if they found out I'd had sex with another woman. And if they ever saw those photos, not only would they fire me, they'd make it very difficult for me to get another job in the industry." Jackson responded in a stage whisper, "We feel your pain, sister!" Seeing the confused look on Michelle's face Andrew explained, "Many Jamaicans are homophobic, so Jackson and I understand exactly what you're going through. Michelle, feeling somewhat relieved, asked, "So you two are gay?" Andrew and Jackson smiled, nodded, and Andrew added, "Actually, I'm gay. He's bisexual." Michelle turned to Denise, "And you're a lesbian?" Denise shook her head, "As far as I knew, I was heterosexual. But, now I guess, like Jackson, I'm bisexual, because I really enjoyed our time together" "I did too," Michelle replied with a big grin, "And to keep the record straight, although I prefer sex with women, I also love to feel a man's hard cock pumping in and out of me before spewing sperm into my mouth, vagina, or... well wherever." Denise thought for a moment before she decided to share, "My Internet friend, the gentleman who dared me to take these photos, always tells me that sex shouldn't be a statement of anything other than a desire to share a pleasurable experience with someone, especially someone we care for. He says that if we'd focus our attention on our partner's pleasure, nothing else should, nor would, be of any importance to us." "Interesting philosophy," Michelle noted. "I'm always amazed by his insights and can't wait to meet him," Denise replied. "You are posing nude in a nightclub at the request of a man you've never met?" Michelle asked in astonishment. "Sure," Denise smiled at Michelle, "I've known him for half a year now, and we've probably shared more insights about ourselves than most spouses do in ten years of marriage. At least that's what my mother says." "I guess that could be true, after all, since you guys don't spend time dating or having sex, your entire relationship is based on talking to one another. What a novel way to get to know your future partner," Michelle commented obviously thinking of the ramifications of such a liaison. Denise, shocked because until Michelle said it, she'd never thought of Will as her future partner, sputtered, and said, "He's my challenger and friend, but I don't think of him as my future partner." "I'm sorry, I just thought..." Michelle started to explain as she held up her hands in apology. Denise paused and decided to change the conversation back to Michelle, "If you don't mind, this was my first real experience with another woman, and I'm guessing you've had some other experiences..." Michelle smiled and nodded her affirmation of Denise's supposition. Denise continued, "Did you... enjoy what I did to you? Because, I really enjoyed what you did to me!" Michelle leaned over, put her hand on Denise's neck, pulled Denise's lips to her own, and pushed her tongue between Denise's lips. Denise's lips parted, their tongues danced, each trying to take control of the other. Michelle withdrew her tongue and whispered to Denise, "You are totally open and sensual. I enjoyed eating your pussy and causing you to have such wonderful orgasms. I also enjoyed having you eat my pussy, you were marvelous, and I had a fantastic orgasm. If you're ever in Memphis I would be pleased if you would stay with me, share my bed, and enjoy my body while I enjoy yours." Denise leaned forward, pressed her lips against Michelle's, worked her tongue between Michelle's lips, and caressed her tongue as she thought about her answer. As she slowly pulled away she explained, "Thank you for your offer, if I ever get to the U.S. I will keep it in mind. The next time you are in Kingston, please call me and we will go out dining, dancing, and possibly more. I too enjoyed our time together at the bar. However, I'm just not sure where I am right now... sexually. But, I do know I'd like to spend some more time with you." "Fair and honest answer. I look forward to spending more time with you in the future, talking, dining, dancing, and maybe more," Michelle replied as she again pulled Denise close to her and they kissed as Michelle fondled Denise's breasts and aroused nipples through her gossamer blouse. * * * * * The foursome sipped their wines and chatted about the places Michelle visited during her stay in Kingston. When Michelle's and Denise's glasses where nearly empty, Andrew went to the bar to get them fresh glasses of wine. When he returned, he placed the full wine glasses in front of the ladies, leaned toward Denise, and quietly told her, "The bartender will not bother or report us, as long as you don't mind him watching you pose." "What does one more person matter?" Denise wondered before she nodded her agreement to the bartender's offer. Denise emptied her old wine glass, looked to Michelle, and asked, "Are you ready to pose me?" "I'm always ready to get a beautiful woman naked," Michelle said with a laugh, before she too emptied her wine glass and stood up. Andrew picked up Michelle's camera and the four of them stepped in front of the wood paneled wall between the table and the bar. The two guys with Michelle between them formed a barrier between Denise and the nearly empty room. Michelle smiled at Denise and ordered, "Okay my beautiful Jamaican lover, dance for me." Denise danced to the reggae beat that was playing in the room, her unbuttoned blouse slowly opened to reveal her breasts as they swayed and bounced with her movements to the beat. Michelle smiled and directed Denise, "Pull your blouse back and let us watch your big boobs bounce and jiggle." Denise grabbed the front hems of her opened blouse, pulled them behind, and tucked them into the waistband of her skirt. She threw her head back, thrust her chest out, and worked her hips to the beat of the music. Denise closed her eyes and smiled when she realized she was not dreaming about dancing to get her father's or Will's attention, she was awake and aware that she was dancing to impress Michelle. A couple of minutes and many photographs later Michelle gave Denise a new direction, "Take the blouse out of your skirt and shimmy until it falls off your shoulders." When Denise reached behind her back to pull her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, Andrew looked around the room to make sure they weren't receiving any unwanted attention. The only person that seemed to notice them standing by their table was the bartender who smiled and gave him the international sign that everything was okay. Andrew turned back in time to get a photograph of Denise with her hands still behind her back and the bottom of her blouse flapping as she shook her shoulders and in turn her breasts. Michelle urged her on with compliments on her beauty and Denise danced to the new faster beat of a hip-hop song with her arms hanging down while she shook her shoulders and hips in an effort to force the lightweight blouse to slip off her shoulders and down her arms. When the sleeve holes hung up on Denise's elbows, Michelle stepped behind her, pulled the blouse down Denise's arms, and let it fall to the floor. Denise continued to shake and shimmy and Michelle reached around her chest, first cupping and fondling her breasts, then pinching her nipples. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 05 Denise turned sideways and grabbed Michelle's hips twisting her until they were facing each other. She took Michelle's wrists, raised her hands, and pulled them to her bared breasts as she continued to dance for her. When the hip-hop song ended, Denise exclaimed, "Let's take a break and cool off," before she picked up her blouse, draped it over her shoulders like a cape, turned, and walked over to the table. Following Denise's lead, they all stood around the table sipping from their wine glasses as Michelle, with Jackson nodding his concurrence, talked about how exhilarating and sensual it was watching Denise dance. Denise turned to Michelle, who was clearly sweating, and asked, "If you're hot, why don't you unbutton your blouse?" Michelle obediently complied with her request. Denise laid her own blouse on her chair, grabbed Michelle's hand, and dragged her back to the secluded spot at the end of the bar, between their table and the back wall. Denise faced Michelle and danced to a Rumba that had started while she was coaxing Michelle to join her. By the time Andrew and Jackson where positioned to provide cover and take pictures the girls were laughing and dancing together. Urging Michelle to loosen up and have some fun, Denise told her, "No one else can see you, go ahead and be free, take off your bra, you'll love the freedom of dancing without it." Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was just Denise, but Michelle didn't argue, she simply reached under her unbuttoned, sleeveless blouse, undid the three hooks at the back of her bra, slipped the shoulder straps through the sleeve holes of her blouse and off her arms, and shimmied until the bra dropped to the ground and her full, round breasts swayed freely as she danced with Denise. Andrew grabbed the discarded bra and sat it in a chair at their table, taking the opportunity to photograph Denise from behind Michelle, capturing the view that Michelle seemed to be enjoying. That picture turned out to be Michelle's favorite. She had it enlarged, framed, and hung over a small table in her bedroom. When Andrew returned to a position that hid the ladies from the rest of the room, Denise reached out and pulled Michelle to her. As they kissed, their breasts mashed together. Denise, realizing that Michelle's blouse was unbuttoned and open, grabbed it by the shoulders and pulled it back, baring Michelle's shoulders. She paused, giving Michelle an opportunity to object and, when no move was forthcoming to stop her, Denise yanked the blouse off Michelle's back, down her arms, and let it fall onto the floor. The ladies danced with their breasts and lips pressed together while Jackson grabbed the blouse and laid it on the chair with Michelle's bra. A calypso began and Andrew had an idea. He yelled to Denise, "I think it would be a great photograph if you two did the Jamaican Bacchanal poster." Michelle looked confused and Denise explained, "If you don't mind facing the camera, topless, with your arms raised, it would be a great photograph, are you game?" Caught up in the emotion of the moment Michelle nodded her head and almost shouted, "Let's do it!" Andrew quickly positioned them and explained how he wanted them to pose. Once they were in position, arms raised, hands clasped with fingers intertwined, breasts thrust forward, heads back, eyes looking skyward, and smiles on their faces, he and Jackson took turns taking a dozen photographs each as they quickly moved from position to position. Fearing someone may have seen them, Jackson suggested they should go back to the table and cover up. * * * * * Nude Pact The women draped their blouses over their shoulders like capes and neither bothered to button or close the fronts. With their breasts exposed, they sipped their wine and enjoyed Denise and Andrew's stories about the Bacchanal poster and their attempted reconstruction of the poster. At the end of the story Michelle said, "You have been wonderful. You have posed anyway I've requested, and even more. But it's still my heart's desire to have a photo of you naked." Denise, felt a little jaded when, without hesitation she said, "Would it be acceptable if I wore my heels and stockings?" "You'd really pose naked for me?" "That was my promise, but it would be difficult for me to remove my stockings." "A photograph of you wearing only your heels and stockings would be beautiful." "I'll be happy to do it, but I also want one with you standing next to me." "Naked?" "Any way you wish." Michelle took a big gulp courage from her wine glass before nodding her head as she said, "Okay, I'll do it." Andrew went to the bar and returned with four fresh glasses of wine. Again, he had instructions from the bartender, "We only have about fifteen minutes before the second bartender comes on duty and he will probably complain to the bouncers about you being undressed." "Okay," Denise whispered to Andrew, "Then, let's get this done before he shows up." Andrew motioned to Jackson who stood up and came around the table. Denise looked toward Andrew and then Michelle as she explained, "I'm sorry, but Andrew says a new bartender will be coming on duty soon. We're going to have to take the photographs right away or not at all." Michelle, who was still talking herself into fulfilling her overzealous commitment to pose naked with Denise, took a deep breath hoping for courage before she answered, "Then let's get to it." Andrew leaned down between them and explained his plan, "If you two wouldn't mind, I'd like you to leave your tops on over your shoulders. That way we can take a series of photographs, a strip tease, if you will." "Sounds exciting," Denise chirped. Denise's nonchalant and cheerful acceptance of Andrew's request gave Michelle the encouragement for which she had been searching. Once Michelle was standing next to Denise things were more comfortable but also became a blur. If it hadn't been for the photographs Andrew took on her camera Michelle would not have known what she did and, in fact, she didn't fully comprehend everything she'd done until she received the CD from Denise. Jackson and Andrew each took over fifty photographs as the spectacular Jamaican and stunning large breasted, wide hipped American stripped and posed. The ladies began to dance with their blouses draped over their shoulders covering their large breasts and hard nipples. Quickly they opened and shed their blouses before posing beside one another and then kissing and fondling each other. The next series of photos showed two topless women facing the camera with their fingers hooked into the waistbands of their skirts, a sequence showed them pushing their skirts to their hips, thighs, knees, ankles, the floor, and kicking them away. They were both wearing shoes, Denise in heels and hold up stockings and Michelle in sandals. They stood side by side, feet spread apart, smiling, and waving to the cameras. The last few photographs showed the two women taking turns standing behind each other, arms reaching around the other's waist, and finger fucking their wet pussies while they tried to continue dancing. At that point, fearing the new bartender was on his way, the very disappointed bartender told Andrew, " Me tink cris t'ings need dress and oonu a-go yu table a'ready," and Andrew informed the ladies "The bartender thinks you need to cover up and we should get back to the table soon." Denise told Andrew and Michelle, "Take several of me alone, posing any way Michelle wishes, so she will have some pictures of me alone to hold over me." Michelle gave directions and Denise, her sweat covered body glistening under the lights, posed and smiled, while Andrew photographed her, wishing he could have copies for his portfolio. Soon, Jackson urged them to finish quickly and the ladies looked at one another communicating nonverbally, laughed, and walked, naked, to their table, sat in their chairs, and drank their wine while they waited for the guys to bring their clothes to them. Thankfully, they both donned their blouses and skirts before the second bartender arrived. Michelle, choosing to be as uninhibited as her new Jamaican friend was, shoved her bra into her purse with her panties rather than putting it back on. Denise took the camera from Andrew, turned toward Michelle, put the camera in her hand, and told her, "I kept my promise to you. You now have your own set of pictures of me to use as leverage against me. I will not release any photograph with you in it without first getting your permission. I expect that you will do the same with the photos in your camera and on the CD that I will mail to you. Since we will each have a set of photographs from our sessions, we now have a standoff, a mutually assured destruction pact. If I release an embarrassing photo of you, you can counter by releasing one or more of me." Michelle thought about it for a second, and nodded her agreement as she added, "But, you HAVE to send me your photos! I just have to have them so I can prove to my friends how much fun I had with a beautiful, naked, Jamaican lady." "I promise, the CD will be in the mail tomorrow," Denise said with a smile before she leaned over and gave Michelle a reassuring hug. Michelle returned Denise's hug and added a kiss. "Well as much as I'd love to spend the rest of the night with you," Michelle said with a wink and a smile, "I need to get back with my group before they come looking for me. I had a wonderful time. Thank you all for being so kind and giving me a memory of Jamaica I will never forget." Michelle hugged and kissed Andrew and Jackson on their cheeks and turned to Denise. As she wrapped her arms around Denise's waist and pulled their unencumbered breasts together, she kissed her gently and said, "You are truly a Jamaican beauty and I will never forget you or my trip to Jamaica. And remember, I meant it, my bed is yours any time you want it." Denise returned her kiss and said, "I have your address and you will soon have mine along with a collection of erotic photographs. Remember, I too meant it when I said I would love to show you more of Jamaica." They kissed long, hard, and deep before Michelle turned and walked to the table across the room where her friends were sitting, oblivious as to what she had been doing by the bar. * * * * * Club Dance (Task #3) Denise was happy and satisfied as she sipped her wine. She knew she had already accomplished the fifth challenge. She could go back to her apartment, post the photos, and write an email about her feelings, explaining that it wouldn't have been safe to strip on the dance floor, yet she found this woman, a friend, and danced with her at the bar. That would be the end of it; Will would be satisfied because she had been uninhibited, no one would be the wiser, and she'd be on her way to the next challenge. However, it would be a lie, and her father and mother had both taught her to loathe liars. Besides, as her mother had told her, why even start the challenge if she didn't intend to do anything and everything necessary to win all seven challenges. Denise steeled herself to continue the challenge, despite being haunted much of the evening with the thought that someone she knew would see her and would criticize her dress, or lack of it, or ridicule her appearance and behavior. Yet, with her mother's voice urging her to loosen up, and remembering the thrill she felt standing naked in front of the club, having sex with Michelle at the bar, and posing naked for Michelle, Denise decided she wanted, and was ready to take on the last part of the challenge. Thus, she asked Andrew, "Will you dance with me?" When Andrew stood, Denise looked to Jackson and requested, "Would you mind getting into position to take photographs as I dance with Andrew and, if it's safe, complete the third task of my challenge?" Jackson, smiled, nodded, and stood, camera at the ready. Denise rose and requested Andrew, "Please stay as close to me as you can." She looked to Jackson and directed, "Be absolutely sure you have us both in the frame when you take a photograph." The room was beginning to fill with tourists, there were about a twenty people on the dance floor, but Denise found an open space near the back wall where it was less likely other customers would notice them. As she danced with Andrew, Denise easily managed to reenter her seduction dream of dancing on the balcony overlooking a waterfall and trying to seduce Will. With her eyes closed and a Mambo playing in the club, she moved around the small area of the dance floor by the wall and let her unbuttoned blouse fall open. Jackson was in position to take photos of her dancing with her breasts exposed and he knelt to photograph her just as she removed her blouse and tossed it toward him. Draping the blouse over his arm, Jackson followed his friends around their small area of the dance floor in the back corner of the club. Denise was physically dancing topless with Andrew, but in her mind, she was again dancing before Will, attempting to seduce him into joining her in her bed. She never considered that, until the previous week, she would have been dreaming of dancing for her father, striving and yearning for his praise. As she put her hands on the waistband of her skirt, her former friends from Arts School, who had come into the nightclub earlier while Denise was talking with Michelle, danced near her. Vondra, her former roommate and self-acclaimed best friend shouted to two other girls, "Lawd, koo pah di skettle wid di big batty." Denise frowned knowing Vondra had called to her friends saying, "Lord, look at the slut with a big butt," but she continued dancing. Vondra, next complained, "Why would a big, uncoordinated cow expose her ugly and out of proportion body to everyone?" Danielle, a friend of Denise's former Arts School roommate replied, "Yuck! I can't stand looking at that big and ungainly dancing cow, especially with her big, bouncing tits exposed. Let's get out of here." Joelle, another friend of her former Arts School roommate, chimed in, "She never had any fashion sense, and I guess she hasn't common sense either. What else would explain her forcing us to look at her out-of-proportion body with that big wobbling butt and those huge, giggling utters?" As the girls turned to leave, Vondra announced, "It's always the ugly girl that makes the most effort to get noticed." Denise managed to keep dancing and, invoking all of what remained of her will power, whispered, "All or nothing," as she forced her hands to push her skirt down to her knees, and let it fall to the floor. Andrew quickly picked up her skirt and stepped closer to her, primarily in case she needed help, and secondarily to make sure he would be within frame when Jackson photographed them. The men and women watching as she danced, stared at either her marvelous breasts, with their clearly erect nipples, or her trimmed pubic hair and exposed lips. In a few cases, onlookers were bobbing their heads up and down, as if viewing a vertical tennis match, in an attempt to stare at both. Whispering repeatedly, "All or nothing," Denise forced herself to turn around, moving her feet in time to the music, and allowing Jackson to photograph her naked body from every side. That in turn, allowed every man on the dance floor their hoped for opportunity to see her bubble butt, huge boobs, and bared pussy. In a whisper, she told Andrew, "I'm going to dance the rest of this song and one more. That's all I can do. Tell Jackson to take as many photos as he can. Then stay close and dance with me." * * * * * Her Finale Andrew waved Jackson over, handed him Denise's skirt, and relayed her instructions. He stayed near Denise as they danced around their small section of the dance floor. When the music changed, Andrew stepped behind Denise, put his arms on her hips, and attempted to encourage her, whispering, "If this is to be your last dance, make it your best." Denise pulled Andrew's arms around her waist, and led him in a Salsa as they circled the small dance area. Seeing Jackson taking photographs of them, she chanted aloud, "All or nothing," as she placed Andrew's left hand on her left breast and his right hand on her shaved labia, before she again circled their part of the dance floor. Denise no longer felt like the seductive maiden she'd been in her dream-state the last time she'd danced with Andrew. Rather, she felt like a big, ugly, oversexed cow. Instead of hearing the cheers from the crowd, (they'd remained quiet because they didn't want the bouncers to notice Denise and make her dress and leave,) she only heard the comments from her supposed friends echoing in her head. As she completed her small circle in her space on the dance floor, she knew she'd completed the challenge. However, she began to feel her shame at exposing her "ugly and out of proportion body" and was considering giving up the Seven Progressive Challenges. Again facing Jackson, she forced a smile and waved both arms in the air. She turned her head to Andrew and remembering her pledge to do everything necessary to prove unequivocally she'd accomplish Will's fifth challenge, she instructed, "Help me finish this dance. Pinch my nipple until it's hard. Finger my quim until it's wet. Help me forget. I have to finish this. Please! Help me." Andrew did as she instructed, not enjoying the feeling, not liking that she was in such emotional pain. He danced her around the floor and debated his options, "She's in so much pain right now, and yet she's compelled to complete the dare. I should just get her out of here, but that might make things worse. Then she wouldn't complete the dare. So, I'll do what she asked me to do. I'll help get her quim wet while we finish this dance. I just pray she knows what she's doing and understands why I felt I had to help." The song soon ended and so did Denise's naked dance on the crowded dance floor. She and Andrew were near Jackson on the edge of the dance floor. Andrew, to his surprise, had fingered Denise to several obvious, shuttering, orgasms while they danced. He released her nipple, withdrew his fingers from her wetness, and stood next to her with his arm around her shoulder. Without regard to her exposure, Denise took her skirt from Jackson, stepped into it, and pulled it up over her hips. After tying the skirt around her waist, she lifted her blouse from Jackson's arm, and, as she walked back to their table, put her arms through the sleeve holes and pulled it up onto her shoulders. When Andrew and Jackson arrived at the table, she retrieved her clutch purse from Jackson's camera bag, pulled out enough bills to cover their entrance fees, all their drinks, and the tip, and dropped the bills on the table. She turned to Jackson and held her hand out for the camera's Memory card. With tears running down her cheeks, she kissed them both and thanked them for all their help. Then, without a goodbye, she left the club. * * * * * Walking to her apartment was quick, quiet, and uneventful. Denise was not in the mood to have anyone bother her or to talk with anyone and that was quite evident to everyone she passed. As soon as she returned to her apartment, Denise dispassionately selected the required photographs, prepared, and emailed Will the proof that she had successfully completed the fifth challenge. Her email explained that as she was posing outside the club and at the bar that evening her nipples were rock hard and her thighs were covered with her own juices. It talked about her thrill at having a lesbian encounter in public and her surprise at having an orgasm while she was, "with a woman AND in public." The email even contained an admission that at several points during the evening she was so excited that, at those moments, she might, with only a little convincing, have agreed to have sex with anyone that asked her to so. It ended with a description of how exciting she had been while dancing topless and then naked as everyone watched. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 05 However, rather than her recent signature on the emails documenting her completion of a challenge, "Your Uninhibited Friend," she closed that night's email with, "A Prudish Jamaican Girl," and added the postscript, "I hereby withdraw from the Seven Progressive Challenges. Despite my limited successes at being uninhibited, I have found that I am unable overcome my self-doubt and feelings of inadequacy. Therefore, I concede that I am indeed a prude! I will soon repost that fact on my Facebook wall." Denise followed the postscript with a post-postscript telling Will, "This challenge taught me much about myself. However, it has also given rise to a new concern. I am afraid that had I continued down the path that the challenge was taking me, I would have become addicted to exhibiting myself in public. At night, I had vivid dreams about dancing naked as I try to seduce a man. Whilst at work, I daydreamed of exposing myself at construction sites. When I was out to dinner or having drinks with friends, I often thought about dancing naked before them. I'm afraid I've become obsessed with exposing my big, ugly body." Denise copied the series of photos Jackson took of Michelle and her at the bar and while they were dancing together and burned them to a formatted CD. She wrote, "Michelle & Denise AKA: MAD photos as promised" onto the CD, slipped it into one of the mailing pouches she used for work and submitting her articles for publishing, and printed Michelle's address on the pouch. As she'd promised Michelle she would, Denise would stop by the post office on her way to work and post the CD. After reading Denise's confusing message, Will immediately prepared and sent her a long email. He first thanked her for accepting and participating in the Seven Progressive Challenges. Secondly, he expressed his hope that she had gained some insights about the joy and excitement of an uninhibited lifestyle. He next told her that he fully understood her fears of becoming addicted to exhibitionism and explained that she need not worry about losing control because, in actuality, she was, and would continue to be, in charge of herself and the situation as long as she kept her head. As he read her email and prepared his reply, Will repeatedly gave himself a mental kick in the ass, and chastised himself. He continually reminded himself how stupid he'd been. At one point, Will got up from his computer and walked around the room, complaining, "What a dolt you were. You knew you had to take it easy and go slow, after all, how many times had she told you about her embarrassment at being full-figured? Hell, it took her years to enjoy dancing on the Bacchanal Road March float, she had a miserable time in Arts School because her so-called friends continually told her she wasn't fashionably thin, and you saw in her photos and conversation that it was difficult for her to open up in public. Yet you got greedy and pushed her! You pushed too fast and too far." * * * * * Denise kept to herself for almost four weeks. She only left her apartment to go to work, workout at the gym, or buy groceries. She stopped going out dancing at the area clubs and seldom visited her favorite Internet chat rooms. Instead, she stayed in her apartment, sitting in her easy chair, wondering and complaining, "Why did I ever take Will's stupid Seven Progressive Challenges. I knew that as long as Will was involved with the challenges, I would have to expose myself to strangers as well as people I knew. I knew that if Vondra and her friends ever saw me, they would complain about my exposing my over-sized, disproportionate body in public. Yet, I somehow let Will and mother convince me to take those stupid challenges." As she sat alone, bemoaning her foolhardiness, Denise repeatedly exclaimed to herself, "All I ended up doing was exposing and embarrassing myself. I had no business thinking I was beautiful and people wouldn't mind if I showed a bit more of my body than was normally expected. It was stupid to think no one would object to my engaging in lesbian sex in public. I was deluded to believe people would enjoy watching an oversized, ungainly girl stripping and dancing naked in a nightclub. I was an idiot to think I could, or even should try to become an uninhibited exhibitionist. I'm not like my mother; I'm not beautiful, exciting, and outgoing. I'm just a disproportioned and ungainly cow." * * * * * Will spent Thanksgiving weekend alone, upset, and worried. Whenever he tried to contact Denise for their daily chat, she was never online. Sunday evening, not having chatted with her since Wednesday, Will was concerned for her wellbeing and angry with himself. Working on drowning his sorrows, he refilled his third glass of wine, and continued to chide himself, "I always had weeks and sometimes a month to savor my accomplishments after each challenge. I gave Denise only days, a week at most. She had no time to savor or appreciate how she had overcome her concerns and fears, to enjoy her accomplishment, to relish her satisfaction in achieving the challenge, to savor the joy of accomplishing the tasks. She never really had an opportunity to enjoy the excitement she experienced. Instead, I gave her a major challenge and compounded the problem because I made her wait to accomplish it. She probably spent the weekend thinking about the challenge, preparing for, and worrying about whether she could go through with it. She was undoubtedly confused, with feelings of excitement and dread. As a result, the first time she was embarrassed, her old feelings took over. I'm such a dolt!" Will tried to talk to her, he checked all the chat rooms she frequented and when he could not find her he spent the rest of the evening drinking too much wine and chastising himself. After a week of trying, he found her in a chat room, and quickly messaged her asking, "Are you okay? DO you need any help? Can we talk?" She ignored him and immediately logged out of the room. He sent her an email asking the same three questions and adding, "Do I need to fly to Kingston so we can talk?" She used his email to reply to him with a terse message, "No. No! NO! Absolutely NOT!" Will consoled himself saying, "At least she's alive." During the rest of the holiday season Will continued to check if Denise was logged onto any of her favorite chat rooms and to send her daily emails asking if she wanted to talk or needed help. She rarely logged onto her favorite chat rooms, logged off whenever he tried to contact her, and never again replied to his emails. That is, until the week before Christmas when he received another terse email. She'd forwarded an email informing her of his gift certificate at an online women's clothing website. Her message simply stated, "Will, Thank you for the Christmas gift. It was thoughtful of you. Denise." Other than spending Christmas weekend at his parents—it was a previously accepted invitation Will could not refuse or cancel—Will spent four weeks alone and miserable, leaving his house only to buy a few groceries and a lot of wine. * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 06 Chapter 6 -- Renewals: She renews her efforts to become uninhibited. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter includes the stories of a busty Jamaican woman dressed revealingly as she dances in a nightclub and shops in a clothing store. Interracial Love: this is a story about a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and her Internet friend, a Caucasian American man. Mature: this story's primary characters are a young (26-year-old) woman and a middle-aged (41-year-old) man. Non-Erotic: this chapter primarily covers how a young Jamaican woman with the aid of her mother and an Internet friend renews her efforts and continues her quest to become uninhibited. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. The author desires to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Renewal Conversations When Denise ceased making her almost daily early morning calls to her mother, Annika sensed that she must have had a problem with the challenges. She decided to give Denise the space and time to work things out herself. However, after three weeks without hearing from Denise, Annika concluded it was time to take action. She called her youngest daughter on a Friday morning. Annika didn't try to get Denise to talk, instead, she announced, "The twins won't be able to make it for Christmas. Nonetheless, your father and I would like for you to spend the weekend and have Christmas dinner with us." The twins were Denise's two older, married sisters. They weren't actually twins, although they had the same birthday they were born one year apart. Because they looked alike and celebrated the same birthday, Denise had believed they were twins, called them that, and the nickname stuck. "I'm a little busy—" was all Denise got out before her mother interrupted. "Actually, I called because I need you to come over and convince your father to take a few days of vacation. I'm worried about his health. You know how hard he's been working and I've been unable to convince him to take a few days away from the office and relax," Annika informed her daughter knowing Denise was aware that Ken Johnson had been working far too many hours and that Denise would do anything to help her beloved father. "Mother, I know you're worried, but I've got my own problems," Denise whined. Annika took a deep breath, and employing her skills as a practicing psychologist, asked, "Denise, do you really have problems or are you simply letting your negative thoughts control your mood and thus your behavior?" "Mother, I'm a failure. I can't do anything right. I wouldn't be able to offer you or father any help," Denise whimpered. "Dee-Dee, you know your father loves you and will do anything you ask. All you have to do is come over next weekend. We both know that once he learns you'll be staying with us, your father will take a few days off from work so he can spend time with you." "Okay mother, I'll come over Thursday after work and spend Christmas weekend," Denise relented, not wanting to argue and knowing any further discussion would be futile. Her mother wasn't going to stop pestering her until she agreed to spend the weekend and have Christmas dinner with her parents. * * * * * Late afternoon on the Thursday before Christmas Eve, Denise drove to her parents' house in the Melbourne district of Kingston. She'd worked that morning and spent her now habitual two hours in the gym, running on the treadmill, lifting weights, and swimming laps. Daily workouts was a habit she'd adopted after she'd become online friends with Will. It was something he'd suggested as a way to feel better about her body and herself. It would, he'd explained, give her a feeling of accomplishment—just for having done it and for any goals she attained, such as a higher speed on the treadmill, lifting more weight, or swimming a faster lap time. Besides, any resulting improvement in her body would undoubtedly benefit her self-esteem. Will had been correct; she immediately noticed a difference in her weight and body tone. She soon noticed she felt better mentally and physically. So much so, that she'd become virtually addicted to working out—it was beyond a habit, it had become a need. She'd worked it into her schedule every day of the week, either just after work or, on her three days off, first thing in the morning, instead of work. As she was driving through Kingston to her parents, Denise remembered, "That's right, it was Will who urged and prodded me to begin working out regularly. When I mentioned I was noticing improvements, he and mother exhorted me to work out more often, perhaps daily, and to increase my workout regimen." That realization caused her to smile for the first time in four weeks, and she considered, "Mother and Will are of the same mind. They both want to help me become the person I've always wanted to be. They want me to learn to be happy with my body, my desires, and myself. They want me to be uninhibited, to enjoy life. Maybe, I should have made more of an effort to listen to what they were telling me. Perhaps, in the future, I should pay more attention to their advice." * * * * * While Denise was putting her things away in the spare room, her old bedroom, Annika asked if she would join her in the den when she was finished. Denise objected, suspecting her mother planned to counsel her, but Annika explained, "It's more comfortable in there and I have some bread, cheese, and an excellent Bordeaux we can enjoy whilst we catch up." They chatted about one another's work while they sipped wine and enjoyed the bread and cheese. Refilling their glasses, Annika decided it was time to change the subject to the real reason for this chat. Based on her assumptions as to what had caused her daughter to become a recluse, she asked, "So Denise, you've had four weeks to sort through your feelings about the challenges, what have you concluded?" Denise immediately recalled her embarrassment when, as she danced at the Quad, her three former friends ridiculed her for exposing her oversized and disproportionate body. She frowned and complained, "Mother, I was a fool to let Will, father, and you talk me into taking on the challenges. I was an idiot to think I could be uninhibited. I just exposed my horrid and ungainly body to everyone and ended up embarrassing myself. I'm not like you; I'm not beautiful and outgoing. I'm just... an oversized cow." Annika seethed inside as she calmly pointed out and asked, "Denise, your father and I have told you many times, you are a beautiful young woman. Why won't you believe us?" Denise ignored her mother and continued the rant she'd been repeating to herself for the last four weeks, "You, father, and Will coerced me to think I was beautiful, to believe people would enjoy watching an oversized and ungainly girl like me pose topless in a public park, expose herself in a bar, and dance naked in a nightclub. I was a misguided fool to try to become... an uninhibited... exhibitionist." "Denise Janeen Johnson, stop whining, sit up straight, and pay attention to what I'm going to tell you," Annika scolded. Because of her years of parochial school discipline, Denise responded immediately and automatically sat up in her chair, pulled her shoulders back, and looked at her mother. Annika smiled and told her daughter, "Good! Now pick up your glass and drink your wine whilst I explain some things to you." Denise obeyed, nodding her understanding before she sipped her wine, remembering to keep her back straight, her shoulders back, her chest thrust forward, and her eyes focused on her mother. Annika picked up her own glass and followed Denise's lead before continuing, "First of all, your father and I do not lie, we hate lies, and you know that. Yet you insist on claiming we were lying to you every time we told you that you were beautiful." Denise opened her mouth to respond, but Annika held up her hand to stop her. Once Denise closed her mouth, Annika continued her lecture, "Don't answer me now. Think about what I said and what you're saying about your parents." Looking down at her feet, Denise nodded. "Secondly, Will, your father, and I have all participated in the Seven Progressive Challenges. Therefore, we knew what to expect when we, in your words, coerced you into taking the challenges. Do you honestly believe any of us would force you to do something we thought would cause you to feel as you do now? Again, don't respond to me until you've fully considered what I've told you." Denise already knew her mother was right and followed her instructions. After taking a large sip of her wine, she looked her mother in the eyes and nodded her understanding. Annika seeing she was getting through to her daughter, continued, "I could make many more points, but, I'll just give you the bottom line. You willingly entered into the Seven Progressive Challenges. Knowing what you had to do, you accepted the first challenge and you successfully completed it. Because they were progressive, you knew the subsequent challenges would be more difficult, require you to be more outgoing, more uninhibited, and to bare more of your body to more people, yet you agreed to continue. You accepted four more challenges and you accomplished at least three of them. Is that right?" Denise, staring at her hands now folded in her lap, nodded her head, and muttered, "I completed every level of every task in every challenge that Will gave me." Annika held back a knowing smile. When Denise stopped calling her the first thing almost every morning, Annika called Andrew and asked him if anything had happened during the last challenge. After much prodding, Andrew told her about the events that obviously led to Denise's giving up the challenges. Confident she now knew what had happened, Annika continued her lecture, "Yet, the first time you had a setback; you quit the challenges, and you're now blaming Will, your father, and me for misleading you. Do you believe that is fair or right? Do any of us deserve your accusations? Again, think about it for a few days before you answer." Annika took a sip of her wine and Denise took advantage of the lull to respond, "I will carefully consider everything you've said and explained to me. I will give you my responses, next week." "That is all I can ask of and expect from you. Thank you! Now, whilst I get us some more bread and cheese, why don't you refill our glasses?" After they'd enjoyed a bit more bread and cheese, Annika asked, "Now as for your behaving like a recluse, don't you think that four weeks was enough time for you to mourn your loss? Isn't it about time you rejoined the world, went back to chatting with your Internet friend, dancing at the clubs with Andrew and Jackson, and enjoying your life once again?" A thousand thoughts, a hundred reasons, and ten arguments passed through Denise's mind, but she knew none of them would stand up to her mother's reasoning. Knowing she couldn't overcome her mother's logic, Denise conceded to her, and somehow, though she didn't know exactly why, to herself. Her mother's logic had hit her harder than had the remarks of her former friends from Arts School. It overpowered her. It forced her to remember that she had somehow found the strength to overcome her supposed friends' insults and complete the fifth challenge. However, she'd allowed her own self-doubt to take charge. She'd ignored her accomplishments, and let three girls, who she knew disliked her, affect her self-image and self-esteem. Her mother was right, of course. That momentary lapse had caused her to spend four weeks in abject solitude. It had cost her the opportunity to complete the Seven Progressive Challenges and to prove to everyone that she could be uninhibited, that she was no longer a prude. In her momentary lapse she'd quit the Seven Progressive Challenges, and that was that. It was her own doing; she would live with it, and use it as an object lesson. It was the price of not maintaining control. Denise, sadness evident in her eyes, conviction in her expression, looked to her mother and answered, "Mother, you are right. I will celebrate the holidays and I will start the New Year with an emphasis on enjoying my life." Annika smiled at her beautiful Jamaican daughter and toasted, "To a happy and uninhibited life!" Denise smiled and joined her mother's toast, "Here, here!" * * * * * On Christmas Eve, after they'd enjoyed the light breakfast Annika prepared, Ken Johnson excused himself from the table, kissed his wife, and insisted that Denise come with him while he delivered Christmas gifts to Max Cunningham, the elder, his wife, Carolyn, and their daughter, Denise's childhood best and still good friend, Maxine, who everyone called Max. Denise, at her father's request, carried a large bag with the gift wrapped Christmas gifts as they made the two minute walk up the street to the Cunningham's house. Max, the elder, answered the door and immediately invited them in for some Christmas sorrel. Before she sat in the indicated chair, Denise removed the gifts from the bag and handed them to a smiling Mr. Cunningham. When he unwrapped Annika and Ken's gifts, Max was ecstatic over the bottle of Chivas Regal Scotch and the large box of Cuban cigars. Ken joked that the cigars should be excellent because they were hand rolled on the thighs of virgins. Carolyn Cunningham already knew what the Johnsons' were giving her for Christmas, so while the men and Denise enjoyed the Christmas sorrel she'd made the old way with cinnamon, ginger, sugar, and rum over ice with an orange peel, Carolyn excused herself and went into the bedroom to try on her gift. When Carolyn returned, Denise thought she looked spectacular. Her huge breasts and cleavage were quite evident in a scoop front, floor-length, black, evening dress with slits on both sides from the hem to the top of her thighs. In addition, black stockings showed off her muscular legs, which were very shapely because she wore a pair of black open-toe pumps with five-inch spike heels. Carolyn beamed as she pointed to the black velvet choker, with a beautiful diamond heart, around her neck. She explained to Denise, "It's the gift my husband is giving me for Christmas." Carolyn walked around the room modeling the dress and when she'd finished, she announced. "I'm wearing this gown and my holiday collar to the New Year's party at the club." Ken smiled, nodded, and exclaimed, "My goodness, you look fantastic. Annika will be so happy to know that you liked the dress, stockings, and heels. By the way, Annika is looking forward to seeing the two of you at the club. I've reserved a table for the five." Mrs. Cunningham frowned as she stared at Denise and commented, "Maybe someday we can all celebrate the New Year, together in the club, at a table for six." Ken smiled and nodded his understanding and agreement with her, before he stood and told everyone, "Sorry to drink and run, but we have to go to the shop and give Max our Christmas gift." "Would you mind taking this gift to Max," Max the elder, asked Ken as he handed him a small box and explained, "It's an accessory to go along with your gift." Ken nodded as he took the small wrapped package and slipped it into his jacket pocket. * * * * * Ken and Denise walked the four blocks into the business section of the Melbourne neighborhood within Kingston and to Max's apartment above the family's haberdashery. When Max answered her door, Denise was stunned. Max wore only a man's ribbed, sleeveless undershirt that barely covered her private bits and was so thin it revealed every curve of her body. "Master Ken, Denise, won't you please come inside?" Max asked as she bowed her head and motioned for the two of them to come into her apartment. As they entered, Max apologized, "I'm sorry for the mess, I had a very busy week at the haberdashery so I slept in late and I've been lounging around and drinking tea all morning. However, your timing is impeccable; I just dressed and opened a bottle of wine. Denise, would you like a glass, I know Master Ken would." "What an odd way to refer to father," Denise thought before she answered, "That sounds wonderful, thank you Max." "Good," Max replied, "Why don't you two find a comfortable seat while I go pour us all some wine. Would Sauvignon Blanc be acceptable, sir?" Denise thought, "Another deferential reference to father." "Yes, thank you Max. And in this environment, please call me Ken." Max blushed, and as she headed into the kitchen, she replied, "Yes... Ken, of course. How silly of me. I guess I'm not fully awake." Shortly, Max returned with two glasses of wine. She again left, quickly returning with her own glass and two large boxes and a smaller one. Without apparent regard to exposing herself, Max sat on the ottoman facing Denise's father and took a sip of her wine, before telling everyone, "This year, for a change, I had enough time to do my Christmas shopping. Please don't unwrap these until tomorrow morning." Ken took the boxes from Max before nodding to Denise who retrieved the large box from the bag she'd been carrying and handed it to Max. Ken explained, as he handed Max the smaller package he'd retrieved from his jacket pocket, "This is from your father; the larger package is from Annika and me. Please feel free to try on everything. I'm looking forward to seeing them on you." Max took a sip of her wine, took both boxes from Ken, and said, "Yes, Mast... sir. I'll be right back," before standing and discreetly bowing toward Ken. While Max was gone, Denise, without looking at them, put Max's gifts into the bag she'd used to carry her parents' gifts to the Cunningham's house and Max's apartment. Max soon returned wearing a black gown with a deep V-neck front cut to her waist, spaghetti straps ran from the top of the front pieces that barely covered her large breasts, over her shoulders, crisscrossed in back, and tied at her lower back. The gown's low V-back continued downward and stopped at, but still revealed, the top of the crease separating Max's buttocks. The hem fell below Max's knees, yet, with the extreme side slits up to the top of her hips, the slinky and stretchy gown left almost nothing of Max's body hidden. In addition to the gown, Max wore black, five-inch stiletto-heeled, sandals with thick double straps at her ankle, the middle of her foot, and a single strap across her toes. As her mother had when she modeled her gown, Max wore a black velvet choker, with a rhinestone heart, around her neck. Max practically ran to Ken, her breasts bouncing and her nipples occasionally exposed, knelt before him, bowed her head, and waited. Ken acknowledged her, "You may speak." Max kept her head bowed as she said, "Sir, it is very nice and I love it, but it is too much. I do not deserve so much from you and Mistress Annika." Again Denise wondered, "Why is she so deferential to father? And what did she mean when she referred to mother as a mistress?" Ken lifted Max's chin with a hooked index finger, raising her head until she was looking at him, before he spoke, "You deserve much more. I will be proud to have everyone see you wearing this dress and I know your father will be pleased to learn that you liked your collar. Merry Christmas Max." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 06 Ken held his hand out, palm up, and when Max took it, he assisted her onto her feet. Max smiled and said to him, "When I attend the Club's New Year's party, I will proudly display the gifts Mistress Carolyn and Master Max, and my Mistress and Master have given me." Ken pulled Max to him, hugged her and they kissed each other, not as relatives or friends, but sensually, on their lips. Denise was shocked and as she sipped her wine she wondered, "Why does Max show such deference to father? Why does Max not show any of modesty in front of him? Why did Max kiss father on the lips, and so seemingly sensually? Why did father call it a collar and not a choker?" Denise was still confused when her father finished his wine and announced, "Max, thank you for such a gracious hostess. I will let Annika know that you loved the gift. We look forward to celebrating New Years at the club with your parents and you." "Thank you sir," Max replied as she stood, bowed slightly, revealing almost all of her breasts, as took Ken's glass. She stepped in front of Denise and smiled as she commented, "Mistress Denise I hope you have a wonderful Christmas. If you would like, it would please me to dance with you at the club. Hopefully someday soon." Denise, still pondering the meaning of her recent observations, nodded and replied without thought, "Thank you Max. That sounds like a wonderful idea." * * * * * Walking back to her parents' house with her father, Denise asked about those things that had been bothering her that afternoon, "Father, what exactly is your relationship with Max?" "Dee-Dee, I thought you knew. Max and Carolyn Cunningham have been my friends since I first moved to Kingston, Max and I are founding members of our local Bacchanal organization, and we belong to the same private club. You're mother and I go out with Max and Carolyn all the time." "I know about that, but what about Max, the daughter?" "Again, I thought you knew. She's almost a member of our family; she's like our fourth daughter. Your mother practically raised her and she was your best friend until you left for Arts School." "Okay, what was all that subservience to you, calling you master, kneeling in front of you, and why does she call mother mistress?" Denise's father thought about his answer before he explained, "Short answer. It is a little game we play at the club." "What's the club?" Denise wondered aloud. "Someday, if you'd like, I'd be pleased to take you to the club and you can learn all about it and our little games for yourself." Because the offer was from her father, the man she adored, Denise automatically smiled and answered, "I'd like that." Beaming, Ken told his favorite daughter, "Whenever you'd like to go let me know and I'll arrange it." Denise smiled and nodded her understanding and implied acceptance of her father's offer. A minute of silence passed before Ken asked, "Dee-Dee, your mother mentioned that you were uncommunicative for several weeks and that you were quite brusque with her when she called to invite you to spend the holidays with us." After waiting a few seconds for her father to continue, Denise realized he was expecting a response, and because she'd never kept secrets from, nor lied to her father, she answered honestly, "Yes father I'm afraid I was. Mother and I talked about it, but I promise that I will specifically apologize to her for my behavior when we get home." "Thank you Dee-Dee. That will please your mother and make me happy. Now, because that is not normal behavior for you, would you mind telling me what lead to you being uncommunicative and brusque?" Denise often wondered why she always felt compelled to answer her father's questions. In this case, she could tell him she minded or she could delay answering him by saying she didn't know for sure, instead, she again answered honestly, and completely, "I don't mind telling you. I was hurt because my so-called friends in Arts School teased me and I quit the Progressive Challenges. I was sulking in my apartment and blaming my Internet friend, mother, and you for talking me into taking the challenges. However, as I just told you, mother and I talked about that. She showed me how and why I was wrong to blame you and her. As a result, I believe I'm getting over my anger and hurt, but mother told me to think about what she'd shared with me and to not respond to her until next week." Ken grinned; Annika had used the same technique with him on several occasions. He turned and smiled at his beautiful Jamaican daughter and told her, "I understand. Thank you for being so forthright when answering my question, for listening to and considering your mother's advice, and for willingly agreeing to apologize to her for your brusque behavior." They both beamed, remembering their love for one another, as they walked the last block back to the house where Annika had already set out some snacks and opened the wine so they could sit, relax, and talk. * * * * * Sunday evening, Denise was back in her apartment and unpacking her bag when she noticed the unopened gift from Max. When she'd returned to her parents' house after visiting the Cunningham's she'd placed the two larger boxes in the living room with the rest of the Christmas gifts to her parents, but noticing the smaller box was from Max to her, she'd put it in her duffle bag and subsequently forgotten about it. As she opened the gift, she again wished she'd been thoughtful enough to think to bring a gift for Max, her former best friend. Unfortunately, when Denise entered Arts School, they'd gone their separate ways and had subsequently led their own lives. Except for dance troupe rehearsals, the annual road marches, and the Melbourne Mas Camp parties, they seldom saw one another anymore. Suddenly remembering Max's remark as Denise and her father were preparing to return to her parents' house, she wondered, "What did Max mean about wanting to dance with me at the club? What was the club to which she was she referring? When did she want to get together, besides someday soon?" Quickly concluding none of it made sense and hoping Max's gift might provide some answers, Denise opened the box. Inside she found a small folded card on top of the tissue paper. She pick it up and read it. _______________ Denise, I'm sure the items that comprise this gift will not mean anything to you. Nonetheless, please keep them! It is my hope that someday soon, you will need these gifts, and you will be thankful that I gave them to you. Until that day, DO NOT WEAR THEM ANYWHERE. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Your friend always, Max _______________ Confused and wondering what Max had given her; Denise peeled back the tissue paper and saw what looked to be two finely constructed, but extremely short, leather belts. One was white and the other black, they were buffed smooth on both sides, and they each had what appeared to be a solidly built, chrome buckle with a built-in D-Ring. Below the belts, she found a silver outline of a star, covered in Rhinestones and hanging on a delicate 24-inch, silver chain necklace that ran through a slot formed by two metal bars in the back of the star. The slot formed by the bars appeared large enough that it would fit over either of the short belts. "These look expensive. I'm going to have to get Max a very nice birthday gift," Denise thought, and then wondered aloud, "What are the belts for? What's the purpose of the rhinestone star? Although the chain necklace is beautiful, Max knows I don't wear jewelry. When and why would I every need them? Why doesn't she want me to wear them until I need them?" Without consideration or reason, Denise put the box with the belts, chain, and rhinestone pin in the bottom drawer of her dresser where she kept those things that she no longer used but might someday want or need. Once she'd finished unpacking, Denise selected the clothes she would wear to work Monday morning, poured herself a glass of wine, and sat in her large easy chair with her journal, never once considering that she was not dressed. She'd undressed as soon as she'd returned to her apartment—one of several new habits leftover from her seven progressive challenges was to undress as soon as she arrived in her apartment and to remain naked until it was time to leave. * * * * * Renewed Understandings Christmas weekend at her parents, especially after her mother's question, "Are you simply letting your negative thoughts take control," and their subsequent discussion, acted as an alarm, waking Denise from her doldrums. Honestly assessing what happened to her, she quickly concluded she had been working towards finally accomplishing her express goal to live an uninhibited life and was learning to enjoy the pleasures of doing so. As she recalled the events during her accomplishment of the five challenges, she came to and expressed her realization, "Other than my supposed friends from Arts School, no one objected to my posing for photos or dancing without my clothes, and several observers even complimented me. Yet, when I heard those vicious comments from my so-called friends—girls, my mother often told me, are jealous because I have the body they wished they had—I was overwhelmed with loathing, disgust, and revulsion for my behavior and especially my body." With that realization, Denise reread her journal, and it reminded her that neither her parents, nor Will, nor she wanted her to remain a prude. She remembered that she had accepted the Seven Progressive Challenges specifically so she could overcome her straitlaced attitude and behavior. She wanted to be uninhibited, to follow her mother's oft-repeated advice that Denise, "loosen up, quit acting like a prude, and enjoy her good looks." Sunday afternoon during their recently renewed chats, when she told Will about what she had noted while she was reviewing her journal, he reminded her of the emails she'd sent to him during the Seven Progressive Challenges, emails in which she expressed the same things. He asked her to think about the many photographs she'd attached to those emails, photographs that showed a beautiful young woman who was constantly smiling, radiant, and open. He noted that the woman in those photographs appeared to be very happy and was clearly uninhibited. Will even joked, "In fact, had you sent me any of those photos during the Proof or Prude dare I would have been forced to concede your victory." Denise, scanning the emails herself, as Will had asked her to do, concluded, "I was making progress, I was uninhibited, I was enjoying life. So why did I give up?" When she asked Will that same question, he informed her, "You don't have to give up. The society will permit you to continue with the Seven Progressive Challenges. You can continue from where you left off." "No! I quit the challenges. That's over!" Denise responded immediately. After a long minute, she received Will's response, "Then let's agree to move forward. Why don't you consider all the positive things you've accomplished in the last six months? Let's see if you conclude, as I have and I'm sure you will, that you were heading in the direction you wished to go, that you were accomplishing your goals in life. Why not just get back to doing what you were doing and get on with that life? Your life!" Denise knew Will was right. Just as her mother had been right. She hadn't been doing anything positive by moping around her apartment and reproaching herself. She knew she had to change. Moreover, as Will had pointed out to her, prior to quitting the challenges, she was taking her life in a direction she wanted to go. She once again, had to do something to achieve her goals. She reconfirmed that, although she had been making progress as she accomplished Will's challenges, she would not go back to finish them. She had resigned from the Seven Progressive Challenges. That was over. However, she could, and she should reinstitute her goal to become more like her mother, uninhibited, doing what she wanted, what she thought would be enjoyable, only limiting her activities and actions if she had concerns about their safety or legality. * * * * * Sunday evening, looking back on them, Denise was amazed at how the challenges had consumed all her spare time. When she was preparing for a challenge, she spent hours considering whether she would have the nerve, the will power, and the strength to go through with it. Once she'd completed a challenge, she spent much of free time reminiscing about how wonderful it felt, how exciting it had been, how powerful she felt. In between challenges, she was always looking forward to the next challenge, the next opportunity to prove she was not a prude, the next opportunity to enjoy being uninhibited. Those were wonderful times and feelings, but, in the end, she'd failed, she'd been unable to overcome her first real criticism. Her first obstacle had been more than she could handle, and she had quit the challenges. She had given up on her opportunity to prove she wasn't a prude. However, now it was time to get back to work. It was time to complete the goal she was striving to accomplish before she diverted her attention to the challenges. She had been so involved in the challenges that she'd lost sight of her desire to create her own tour company. It was time to finish her work on her tour company and to develop the tours she would offer. For the next week, every workday evening after her workout, Denise focused her efforts on collecting the information she needed to prepare the tours of the beauties of Jamaica her tour company would offer. It wasn't difficult work; she'd already done most of the necessary research. All she had to do now was establish the specific tours she wanted to offer. She quickly identified three that met her requirements: the hidden beauties in known tourist spots, the unknown and less frequented beauties of Jamaica, and the true beauties of Jamaica, all three included locations that other tour companies didn't offer. With her first three tours identified, she selected the locations that fit each tour, and with that done, she identified the hotels, bed and breakfasts, restaurants, and other local attractions in the areas. Finally, she prepared a tentative itinerary for each tour. She enjoyed her time working on the tours. It allowed her to reflect on the lessons she'd learned during the challenges and the things her mother had told her afterwards. She became so engrossed in her work and reflections that for the rest of the week, had it not been for Will contacting her each night for their reestablished daily Internet chats, she would easily have forgotten the time and would have worked all night. * * * * * Will noticed and was pleased with the difference in Denise's attitude. For the first time in four weeks, she immediately responded to his chat requests and willingly, and excitedly, chatted with him. Furthermore, when they chatted, she freely and openly discussed her plans for the tours she was putting together and shared information about locations she was considering. However, whenever he mentioned the challenge, she did not respond. Slowly, as they chatted, Will convinced her to talk about what happened. By combining what she told him when they chatted, what she mentioned in her last progressive challenge email, and what he had deduced from a careful review of the photographs attached to that email, he believed he'd determined what led her to withdraw from the challenges. Will tested his theory when they chatted on Tuesday night. He told her he had a question regarding something that he'd seen in one of the photographs she'd sent him. When she asked about it, he gave her enough information to permit her to identify the photograph. It showed her dancing topless with her thumbs inside the waistband of her skirt. When Denise announced that she'd found the photograph, Will asked, "Who's that skinny lady just behind you that's wearing the blue satin looking blouse and appears to be dancing with the thin girl in a green dress?" A few minutes later Denise replied, "That's no lady, that's my former, so-called, friend! Why?" Will explained, "It looks as if she's talking. I was wondering who is she and what is she saying?" Denise seethed at the memory of that evening and replied, "That bitch is someone I used to call a friend, and she's making a snide comment about my big breasts." "I love your big boobs! ;-) What was her problem with your breasts, wouldn't you let her play with them?" Denise smiled, first at Will's compliment and again at his question, "Her name is Vondra. We were roommates in Arts School. She was studying fashion design. She and her friends believe only skinny women—like runway and magazine models—are good looking. Don't bother to ask, they don't mean Playboy Centerfolds or Sports Illustrated swimsuit models. They believe that Twiggy, the pencil thin English model during the 60's, is the embodiment of beauty." "O, I C!" "What do U C?" "Vondra teases you because you don't fit her self-conceived vision of beauty, her belief that only skinny, small-busted, narrow-hipped girls, like her, are beautiful." Fighting back her tears, Denise remembered the pain she experienced in Arts School and the other times she'd encountered Vondra and her friends in various clubs and especially on the dance floor the night she quit the challenges. She explained, "Not just her. She has two friends and the three of them hang out together, they all pretended to be my friends and Arts School. They continually remind me that I am too tall, too big, too large busted, too wide in the hips, and too large in the ass." "I'm sure that kind of peer pressure is very difficult to overcome." "Yes, when I started at Arts School I was looking for friends and approval. I didn't have many friends in secondary school. I so much wanted to be their friend that I regularly fasted and worked out to be thin, like them. Nevertheless, they never relented. To them; I was, and will always be a big, unsightly cow!" Will felt sad for her, he hadn't realized just how insecure she'd been and undoubtedly still was, "I'm such a dolt," he again berated himself. He carefully formed and typed the next few messages. "Were they the reason you were distraught at the club?" "YES!" "Were their comments to you at the club the reason for your withdrawal from the challenge?" "Yes, they pointed out how unattractive I was. They said I should keep my large, disproportionate body covered so no one else would have to look at it." "Oh girl, we HAVE to talk!" "Not now, please!" "When you think you're ready to hear and understand the truth, let me know and we will talk. Until then, always remember, someone besides your parents thinks you are beautiful." * * * * * The next evening, as they were chatting, Will raised the question, "Are you ready for our talk?" A long minute passed before Denise responded, "Only if you promise you won't make me unhappy and I don't have to do another challenge!" "I promise. I just want to provide you a few facts." "Okay." "As you know, I've never asked and therefore I don't know much about your vital statistics other than what I can surmise from your photographs." "Okay?" Will continued, "My opinions of your weight and body proportions are based solely on an estimate of your height. So my first question is: What are your vital statistics, i.e., height, weight, and hip, waist, and bust measurements including cup size?" "Hey! You promised you weren't going to make me unhappy!" "My fault, I should have explained some things first." Will, didn't wait for her to respond before he continued, "The standard measure to determine if someone is underweight or overweight is the Body Mass Index or B.M.I. You can Google it if you'd like to research it." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 06 "I believe you!" "I'm fairly certain, based on what I can discern from your photos, that you are not overweight. But, if I had your vital statistics I could accurately calculate your B.M.I. and your height to waist ratio to determine if you are underweight, normal, overweight, or obese." "I think I understand." "If you trust me, and would like some accurate information that would help you see yourself as you truly are and thus allow you to get past your so called friends' unwarranted criticism, send me your vital statistics so I can do the necessary calculations and give you some facts." "Exactly what vital statistics do you need?" "I've already sent you an email explaining the data I will need and the correct method for collecting the data. When you have a chance, take your measurements following my instructions, and email them to me and I will perform the necessary calculations." That evening Denise sent Will her vital statistics and he ran the calculations confirming she was within the normal B.M.I. weight range. * * * * * Will was surprised the next evening when, an hour earlier than they usually contacted one another, Denise asked him to join her in a private chat. She started their chat asking him if he'd performed the calculations on her vital statistics. He was happy that she was interested in learning the truth and pleased he could tell her, "Denise, you are indeed beautiful. You are well within the normal weight range for someone your height. In addition, your waist measurement is well within the acceptable range for your height. More importantly, you have nearly perfect proportions in your bust to waist and bust to hip measurements. In fact, you have what most people would describe as an hourglass figure. The only part of your body that some people might consider too large are your fantastic breasts. But, in fact, and as I've noted many times, they balance your figure, and I'm sure that the vast majority of men you know, or meet, love them." Will suspected she had not correctly followed his instructions for determining her cup size. However, he decided that the subject of correct bra size was something he could bring up some other day. Will eventually learned that Denise had indeed ignored the proper cup measurement technique he'd emailed her and simply provided him the cup size of the bras she wore—a D in the U.S. and Great Britain. However, Will's own calculations, based on Denise's correct measurements, taken after he sent her a subsequent request to confirm her measurements, showed that DD was her correct cup size. After taking a minute to understand what Will had told her, Denise typed back, "So, you're telling me that I have a beautiful figure and I'm not an oversized, disproportionate cow like my former friends claim?" "That is correct and it's not just me, it's based on scientific calculations. I'm saying your mother and father were correct all along when they told you that you were beautiful! And I whole-heartedly agree with their assessment." After their chat, Denise, for the first time in six weeks, felt beautiful and sexy. She decided to log onto one of Will's favorite exotic clothing websites to select and buy some new clothes. She picked a particular website primarily because Will had given her a gift card for that site as a Christmas gift. He described it as, "A small gift so that my beautiful Jamaican friend can buy some revealing clothes that will allow her to show off her fabulous body." She searched the website for an hour looking for clothing she hoped Will would like and she believed she would have the nerve to wear in public. Eventually, she selected three items. A black tank swimsuit similar to those worn by the female lifeguards in the Bay Watch television show; a white gauze Peasant blouse with three-quarter length sleeves and a diamond cut back; and a slinky black halter dress. The total charge, because international shipping was half again the costs of the three items, was more than the value of the gift card, yet she happily charged the difference to her credit card. After all, she was sure Will would be pleased with the items she'd selected, and she hoped that by wearing the clothes she would prove to him that she was no longer a prude. * * * * * Renewed Resolutions As soon as she returned home from her Friday morning workout, Denise received a phone call from Jackson who immediately announced, "Denise. Jackson. I'm sorry to bother you, but... I was wondering... Look, Andrew and I were planning to go drinking and dancing, but... well, Andrew couldn't make it. Actually, he has a date with that guy he's been going out with—off and on—for several months now. It turns out his new boyfriend is hosting a big party at his place and... Anyway, I have two tickets for a New Year's Eve party at the Quad, and I was wondering... Would you like to go with me?" Denise was, for just a moment, upset because she had been Jackson's second choice. Next, she felt angry because he called her at the last minute. Third, she was confused, she was friends with Jackson, but he'd been in a relationship with Andrew and although they said it was over, they still lived together. Finally, she considered, "Why not? I don't have anything to do tonight, Jackson is always fun when we're together, and he's a great dancer. So yes, why not go out with him?" "Denise, what do you think, can you make it tonight?" Jackson asked with concern evident in his voice. "Are you sure Andrew won't be upset, after all, he's my friend too." "Andrew suggested that I call you. He pointed out that we've always gotten along and we're both good dancers." "With that endorsement, I'll be happy to go with you. Should I meet you out front? What time? And is it formal or casual?" Jackson let out an obvious sigh of relief before he explained, "I guess you'd call it dressy, not formal as in a tuxedo, but it's not casual either. I'm planning to wear my good black suit with my white dress shirt, the one with the French cuffs, but without a tie. Why don't we meet outside at seven-thirty? Would that be alright with you?" I'll be there, dressed appropriately for a night of dancing with a good looking gentleman wearing a nice suit," Denise answered with a smile as she thought about the fun she might have drinking, dancing, and getting to know some more about Jackson. "Good, I'll see you there then. And thank you for stepping in at the last minute." "Hopefully, it will be my pleasure," Denise teased. "I'm sure it will be mine. Anyway, as my way of thanking you, I'm paying for your drinks tonight." "Oh my, a true gentleman." "See you at seven-thirty then," Jackson said as he hung up. What Jackson didn't tell her was that the tickets entitled them to free Champagne and wine for the evening and Andrew, not knowing if his on again off again boyfriend would want to go out on New Year's or not, had paid for both tickets. Instead, Andrew's boyfriend had invited him to be his date at a private party and thus, Andrew had been stuck with two nonrefundable tickets, which he promptly offered to his roommate at half price. When she looked in her closet, Denise quickly concluded she needed to upgrade her wardrobe. She didn't own a business suit and jacket, much less a dinner dress she could wear to a dressy function. She called her mother and explained her situation. Denise then asked if her mother had something she could wear, something dressy but not formal. "Stay calm. Why don't you come over for lunch and afterwards I'm sure we can find something for you to wear tonight," her mother told her. * * * * * After lunch, they searched Annika's closet for something dressy Denise could wear to the nightclub. Denise rejected numerous gowns, because the necklines were too low cut, they were backless, they had slits up to her hips, or in several cases, all three faults. Finally, in near exasperation, Annika offered a grey business suit. Denise quickly slipped on the skirt and jacket. She liked the suit, although the skirt hem was six inches above her knees and there was a six-inch slit in back. Once she decided it was what she had in mind for the New Year's party, Denise wanted to try it with the black high-heeled pumps and white shell blouse she'd brought with her. Annika offered, "Yes you could wear those pumps, but I think you'll find it difficult to dance in them. After a couple of dances, they'll feel very heavy. As for that shell, it's too thick and probably doesn't breathe. You'll be dripping sweat after the third dance. Here, try on these sandals and this blouse." Denise reluctantly slipped on the grey, three inch, high-heeled sandals and buckled the thin strap about her ankle. She had to admit they were lightweight, comfortable, and matched the suit perfectly. However, she wasn't as pleased with the blouse. It was a black lace, midriff length, halter-top, that was backless except for a single tie string around the neck and a thin strip of material around the midriff. "This is lace, unlined, and backless. It will show everything," Denise complained. "Then be thankful you have something to show, something that guys want to see. I think after a couple of dances you'll be glad you're wearing this, it keeps you cool, especially if you don't wear the jacket," Annika announced with a huge grin. She knew it would be futile to argue with her mother, and looking in the mirror Denise thought to herself, "Mother's right. The suit, blouse, and heels are exactly what I was looking for. Well, except I wouldn't have chosen lace. Of course, it's certainly elegant looking under the grey jacket and it certainly looks dressy, and will probably look great and be cool and comfortable without the jacket." "Now, go have fun with Jackson and show everyone how a true Jamaican Beauty dances the Calypso," Annika said looking over her daughter's shoulder and seeing the reflection of a well-dressed, beautiful, young woman in the mirror. Remembering her goal was to be uninhibited, Denise laughed, and said, "I will mother. But, I'm sure that even if my dancing doesn't attract their attention, this blouse certainly will. Thank you for the classy and very beautiful outfit." * * * * * That evening, again deciding she did not want to have to drive back to her apartment after a night of drinking, Denise walked to the Quad. Although she wore the suit jacket over the lace blouse, she still received many stares and a few comments. Halfway there she realized that the jacket did not conceal her cleavage under the lace blouse nor the bounce of her unfettered breasts. When she arrived at the Quad Jackson was waiting by the entrance. They hugged, kissed, and admired one another's clothes and appearance before going inside. The security guard, as was the norm at the club, fondled Denise's ass and breasts, and also reached under her blouse with his right hand and cupped her breast. Seeing that, Jackson complained, "Don't renk you'self, she's a c'ris t'ting, not a skettle." Denise smiled at hearing Jackson defend her by telling the guard, "Don't be rude, she's a nice looking woman, not a slut." The guard withdrew his hand and half apologized, "Irie. I ongle touch har a likkle. Jeezam, shim fit." Jackson wasn't happy, but Denise continued to smile having understood the guard to say, "No problem. I only touched her a little bit. Gosh, she sexy looking." While the guard patted down Jackson, Denise thought, "Whenever I think and act like my mother, like Will wants me to act, I get compliments and I feel good about myself. So, why did the things those three "renk skettles" say to me, have such an impact on me?" In her mind, Denise heard her grandmother say, "Duppy know who fi frighten." It was an old Jamaican Patois proverb meaning bullies know who can be intimidated. With that insight, Denise concluded that she not only had to act like her mother, she had to "be" like her mother. She not only had to behave in an uninhibited manner, she had to believe in herself, to know with certainty that her decision to enjoy her life was the correct decision for her. Denise saw that weakness, her lack of belief in herself and the correctness of her decision, had been her downfall. It was why she had been unable to defend herself, to stand up to the criticism from her former friends, her bullies, her nemeses. Once the guard cleared Jackson, the couple headed upstairs and Jackson suggested that they go to the Oxygen Lounge. Denise giggled as she agreed, "Sure, that's becoming my favorite bar and dance floor in the club." Jackson found them a table near the back of the dance floor not too far from the bar and when he went to get their drinks, Denise reflected, "What a year this has been. Last New Year's eve, I was just beginning to overcome my shyness and inhibitions. I was planning to tour Brussels with Lars, a man I'd never met in person. In February, I actually went to Brussels, but Lars left me on my own, and when we did go out together, he tried to get me to dance topless. Later, he apologized, and for some inexplicable reason I fell in love with him. By April, I was so love struck that I willingly danced topless in the Road March and even auctioned what was left of my costume at the Mas Camp. Later that month I took Lars on a tour of Jamaica and offered to share a bed with him. However, he cheated on me, tried to rape me, and broke up with me." She shook off her feelings of sadness and inadequacy and focusing on the better half of her year, continued her recollections, "In May, I met Will on the Internet and by September, he'd helped me get over Lars and achieve many of my goals—I became a licensed masseuse, published poet, and travel columnist. In addition, because of Will's constant urging and his Seven Progressive Challenges, I overcame my inhibitions and posed topless with a strange man, exposed myself to a busload of tourist, danced naked in the Jambalaya bar, had lesbian sex at that bar, and danced naked with a woman by the bar and later with Andrew on that dance floor. All at the urging of my mother and a man I've never met in person." Jackson's return with two wine glasses interrupted her reminiscing. However, as she concluded her analysis of her year, she realized, "Although the first half of my year turned out horribly, other than my setback at the end of November, I truly enjoyed the last half of the year. In fact, I'm ending the year wearing my mother's lace top without a bra, feeling and behaving as I imagine she would. I believe I'm becoming uninhibited." As he sat down at their table, Jackson announced, "Listen Denise, I want you to understand a couple of things. I value our friendship, but I want you to know that I think you are the most beautiful and sexiest woman I've ever known, and that includes your mother. I also wish you to understand that it is my desire to continue our friendship and, more importantly, that I'm willing and would like to have a relationship beyond friendship, as a couple, as lovers, as whatever you would like." Jackson paused for a second, caught his breath, and continued before Denise could speak, "Before you answer, you should know that Andrew and I talked and I'm well aware of your relationship with your American Internet friend and your desire to follow through with that relationship, to see where it will lead you. I want you to know, if that relationship works out, I will be happy for you, and I will be there for you, as your friend. However, if for any reason it should not work out, I will be there for you, for whatever you need. But, in that event, I will be doing everything in my power to make our relationship more than a friendship." Dumbfounded, Denise asked about the only part of Jackson's rehearsed speech she actually heard and remembered, "You think I'm beautiful and sexy?" Jackson, not sure what she wanted him to tell her, explained, "You have everything your mother—who is well renowned as the prettiest and sexiest woman in Kingston—has, except her overt sexuality. Of course, I think you're beautiful and sexy. Every man I know thinks you're beautiful and sexy." Denise, not believing what Jackson was telling her, countered, "But, with one sad exception, no one in secondary or Arts School ever wanted to go out with me. None of the boys wanted to date me." "Denise you were and still are very naïve. All the boys wanted to go out with you, to have sex with you. However, you made it obvious to everyone that you would only go out with a gentleman, someone like your father. In addition, it was apparent to all of us that you had no interest in sex. So, instead of trying to get you to have sex with them, all the boys went out with the "skettle" girls. No one, except that scoundrel Randolph who believed he could fool you, wanted to go out with the girl that wanted to go to cultural and artistic events with a well-behaved gentleman, not a reggae concert with a crass, sex-crazed boy. That's one of the reasons Andrew and I became your friends. The three of us had an appreciation of the arts in common. That and the fact that, at the time, neither Andrew not I wanted or needed to have sex with a girl." Denise pondered what she'd just learned and asked, "But, I thought you were bisexual?" Jackson laughed, "I was confused. At the time, I thought Andrew was the one for me, so I thought I was homosexual. However, I soon realized two things. First, while I liked Andrew and I enjoyed sex with him, Andrew was not the person I wished to spend the rest of my life with, especially in an exclusive relationship. Secondly, after our—let's call it a mutual agreement—I came to realize that I'm not a homosexual and that I always liked girls, especially beautiful, considerate, intelligent women—women like you." Denise blushed and with evident concern, asked, "I hope this doesn't sound egotistical, but was I the reason, the cause for you and Andrew breaking up?" "No, you weren't. First, we didn't break up, we're just no longer a couple, and we're still best friends and roommates. Second, we agreed to the change after a great many discussions about what we each wanted in life. We decided that while the relationship we had was nice, it was not exactly what either of us wanted, especially in the long term. We agreed not to continue our exclusive relationship." Denise stared. Jackson continued his explanation, "Andrew's friendship with you and my desire for you were not the reason for us ending that part of our relationship. They were important issues to each of us, but not to our relationship. In fact, we agreed that we could and would continue our friendships with you, each of us in our own way." "I don't understand." Jackson smiled and tried to explain, "We agreed we would each maintain our own friendship and relationship with you. Andrew as your gay friend and I as your good friend and hopeful lover." Denise blushed at Jackson's admission, but before she could speak, he continued, "Now that I have confessed my feelings about you let me explain. I value our friendship. I do not wish to interfere with your relationship with your American Internet friend. Like Andrew, I am your friend, first. If you ever need anything just ask and I will do everything I can to help you." Denise considered what Jackson just told her and slowly explained, "Jackson, I know you and Andrew have been my good, no my best male friends since secondary school. I'm sorry and apologize for not having thanked you both for all you've done for me. However, for whatever reason and as you've noted, I'm involved with my, as you call him, American Internet friend. If that relationship doesn't work out, I'm going to need someone for support and I cannot think of any two people more reliable than Andrew and you. So, know that I always have, and always will think of you as a friend and, although I haven't thanked you for it, I've always known you'd would be there for me. Thank you." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 06 Jackson, grateful that Denise realized how much he cared for her, but saddened that she hadn't recognized or acknowledged how much he lusted after her, not just as a hopeful lover, but as a possible partner, and perhaps, even a spouse, raised his glass and toasted, "To good friends." Seeing Jackson's unintended expression of his feelings, Denise realized what she'd not said and added, "Jackson, if it were not for my relationship with my American Internet friend, I would have wished that you'd ask me out tonight as your date and, if you had, I'd have happily accepted. I know you are a gentleman and I suspect, based on how you dance and what I've noticed about your body, that you are a champion!" Denise intentionally used and emphasized the Patois word "champion"—meaning a man who is skilled both on the dance floor and in bed—because she wanted to be sure Jackson understood exactly what she meant. Jackson understood, but suspecting she was sexually naïve if not virginal, explained, "Denise, I do not wish anything bad to happen to you. However, should your American Internet friend not be the man you hope he is I will be here for you. I will dance with you, on the dance floor, and if you desire, perhaps we could date, get to know one another, and then... Well like my grandfather always told me, "one, one coco full basket." Denise knew the proverb; her grandmother used it whenever she saw Denise getting frustrated with a difficult task, like trying to play a sport with her father. It meant not to expect to achieve success overnight, but to take it slowly, put one coco in the basket, then another, and soon your basket will be full. When he saw Denise smile and nod her understanding, Jackson continued, "No matter what happens, I will be your friend. I will not do anything to change our friendship unless and until you tell me that you no longer wish to be with the American. But, if you tell me that, be ready to be shown a wonderful time by someone who thinks a great deal of you and wishes you only the best." Denise leaned over and kissed Jackson on his lips before she told him, "Jackson, you are a true friend, a far better friend than I realized before now. Thank you and please know I will always be your friend. If my American Internet friend doesn't turn out to be the man I hope and believe he will be, you will be the first person I will turn to for comfort and much more." Then, realizing Jackson might not understand her reasons for putting her life on hold, and as she'd just learned, Jackson's life to a certain extent, while she waited to meet Will in person and to get to know him personally and intimately, Denise added, "Perhaps I owe you an explanation about my feelings for my American Internet friend." Sipping his wine, Jackson nodded for her to continue as he looked intently into her eyes. "After my European boyfriend broke up with me, I was shattered and lost. That's when Will, my American Internet friend, and I met online. He showed me how to move on with and to enjoy my life. At first, I disagreed with many things he told me. Yet, in nearly every case, I came to realize he was right. I also found out that he cared about me as a person, that he wanted me to become the person I should be, the person I wanted to be. He convinced me to accomplish many of my lifelong wishes and desires, showed me how to go about achieving them, and in a couple of cases he helped me to achieve them. Because of Will, I've learnt to enjoy life and appreciate what I have. My life has become enjoyable, I've become closer to my mother, and I've realized what good friends I have in Andrew and you." Denise sipped her chilled wine and continued, "There's more, but let me just explain, as best I can, why I want to wait to see what will happen with my relationship with Will. I'm intrigued with Will. Something about him attracts me. I have a feeling about him I can't shake. I have a feeling that it's important that I meet him and get to know him. I've discovered that because I'm so focused on getting to know Will, until I do meet him in person, I'm incapable of establishing any other relationship." "I think I understand. I had a similar feeling about Andrew. It didn't work out, but I'm glad that I took the time and effort to find out if it could. If I hadn't, I would have always wondered what might have happened," Jackson offered. That evening the two friends drank, danced, and laughed until the big celebration at midnight. Caught up in the moment, they kissed. It was a kiss between friends, good friends. Not a peck on the cheek, they kissed on their lips, but without their tongues, without passion. They hugged one another, but didn't caress. Any fleeting notions Denise had of Jackson asking her out on a date, of Jackson becoming an alternative to Will, vanished as they separated from their hug. On the bright side, while it was obvious they would not become lovers that evening or anytime in the near future; they were becoming comfortable spending time together, as friends, and Denise realized that she was very comfortable with that relationship. While Jackson refreshed their wine, Denise wondered to herself, "I value Jackson as a good friend. In fact, along with Will and Andrew, he is one of my best male friends. Of course, I know Jackson and Andrew, whilst I've never actually met Will. Yet, I somehow expect, no I want Will to become not just my friend, but also my lover. Why Will, why not Jackson? Why do I dream about Will and not Jackson? After all, I've never seen or met Will in person and I know Jackson, I know he would be a champion. Yet, I'm sitting here thinking about Will, wondering why I dream about him, about having sex with him. Maybe I should ask mother. No, she'll just tell me that it's because Will is kind, intelligent, and obviously cares about me. Then she'll laugh and tell me I need to recognize that he is quite possibly the man I need, the man for me." Jackson again interrupted her thoughts when he returned with their refills. "Would you like to dance," Denise asked, hoping to clear her head of notions of having sex with Will. However, it didn't help. "Oh my goodness!" Denise said aloud when she realized she had been thinking much as she believed her mother did. She mentally chastised herself, "I've become a concupiscent wench. I'm constantly having lascivious thoughts. I'm constantly thinking about having sex with Will!" Denise shook her head, smiled at Jackson, and focused on her dancing. They enjoyed dancing together, laughing together, and building on their friendship until two in the morning. After a hug and another kiss on the lips, they wished each other a "Happy New Year," and walked to their respective apartments. They were both happy, they both knew they were good friends, that they enjoyed each other's company, and that they were comfortable together." As she thought about it on her walk to her apartment, Denise concluded that Jackson and she were comfortable with one another primarily because sex, at least for now, wasn't a factor in their relationship, although she knew, should Will not be the man she hoped he was, sex with Jackson would become a possibility, even a probability. * * * * * Saturday morning, actually almost the afternoon, Denise sat in her easy chair, naked, sipping her tea, and remembering her dreams before thinking, "It's odd, or perhaps concerning, that although I spent the evening dancing and having a good time with Jackson, last night I dreamt that I was seducing Will. Worse, in my dreams, I wasn't simply lusting after Will; I wanted to make love with him! Goodness, that's one more emotion I'm going to have to work through this year." Denise had planned to spend New Years' eve putting together her list of resolutions, but a night of dancing with Jackson, too much wine, and thoughts and dreams of Will had distracted her. "It doesn't really matter, I already know my primary, my only resolution for the year," Denise said to herself. As she walked into the kitchenette to make another cup of tea, Denise raised her right hand and said aloud, "I will be utterly uninhibited. I will be more of an exhibitionist than my mother. I will take on any dare my mother or Will gives me and I will accomplish it with complete and total abandon. I will be a winner!" Waiting for the kettle to heat the water she added, "My physical, mental, and legal safety will be the only limitations to my abandonment of my inhibitions." After she'd prepared her tea and returned to her easy chair, Denise added another resolution. Although it fell under her promise to be uninhibited, she wanted to add it and so she avowed aloud, "I promise, this year I will have fun. I will enjoy my life. I will do anything that might be fun as long as it isn't dangerous. I'm going to enjoy my life. I'm going to be happy, to be a winner from this day forward!" * * * * * The Sunday following New Year's Day, Denise visited her parents. She and her mother were sitting at the table in Annika's kitchen enjoying a cup of tea and talking. The subject was Denise's renewed effort to develop tours for her proposed tour company. After completing the preliminary work for her three tours of Jamaica's unknown and lesser-known beauties, true beauties, and the hidden beauties at the well-known attractions, Denise was looking for a couple of special tours to add to her company's portfolio. Annika suggested, "What about the tour you put together for Lars?" "Yes, I've already considered that, but with a few improvements—like not having the tour guide share hotel rooms with an asshole like Lars," Denise teased and then the two women laughed until Denise regained her composure and continued, "I can do that. I'll offer a one-on-one, bed-and-breakfast, tour of the beauties of Jamaica. But, this time I'll book two rooms for the tours and sleep alone." Annika quipped, "So, sharing a bed with the tour guide will be a special attraction of the tour reserved only for very special guests?" "Yes, and speaking of very special guests. What I'm really looking for in a tour, is something spectacular, something different, and something that will get peoples' attention, something I could offer Will." "Well, I was thinking, assuming you understand and accept that Lars was an anomaly, you could offer Will a modification of your tour with Lars. You could offer a three-part tour. One, visiting and touring the secret Jamaican beauties during the days; two, enjoying and experiencing the nightlife in Jamaica, dining, drinking, dancing, during the evenings; and three, fucking and sleeping with your personal Jamaican Beauty during the nights," Annika offered with a serious tone and expression. Denise surprised her mother, "Actually, that's a good idea, a little crudely expressed, but ..." "You're really considering it?" "Yes mother, I am. If you and father don't mind my stealing the name, I'm thinking of calling it the Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. Get it?" "I'm sure that will be alright dear. After all, you're one of the original Jamaican Beauties, and you have a pair of beauties just like the originals, maybe even bigger," Annika teased as she thrust her breasts forward for emphasis. Denise simply smiled and continued thinking aloud, "I want to have a special tour for Will. A tour that will show him places in Jamaica he hasn't seen before. And, well, I thought that I might want to..." "Share your bed and yourself with him like you planned to do with Lars?" Annika filled in the ending of Denise's thought, but raised her voice at the end to imply it was a question and to express her concern. "Yes mother! He's a good friend and as long as he and you are pushing me to be open and uninhibited, the Jamaican Beauties Jaunt would be an interesting and intriguing way to do that. I could take the basic tour I put together for Lars, change a few locations, make it more up-scale, include several nightclubs in the evenings, and I'd have a premier Jamaican Beauties Jaunt, complete with an original Jamaican Beauty. Thanks mother! That is the answer. Now all I have to do is work out all of the details and then ask Will if he's still interested in taking a tour, the Jamaican Beauties Jaunt." * * * * * That week Denise focused most of her attention outside her job on developing her Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. She had previously identified numerous unique, seldom seen, beautiful locations she believed were more reflective of her country's true beauty than the famous, over-crowded tourist spots -- Dunn's River Falls, the Martha Brae floats, the shops and nightclubs in Montego Bay, and Negril's Seven Mile Beach with Rick's Café and its cliff divers. It took four evenings to review her notes, research any new attractions on the internet, and make phone calls to verify her findings. She next spent three full days identifying and researching the nearby hotels, bed and breakfasts, restaurants, and nightclubs. Finally, she took all day Saturday and Sunday to work out the arrangements with the numerous hotels, bed and breakfasts, rental properties, restaurants, and tourist spots she planned to use and prepared a tentative itinerary for her one-on-one, eight-day tour—the Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. Sunday evening, after a week of hard work, happy she was finished with her project, and satisfied with the results, Denise contacted Will for an Internet chat. Will, as he always had, immediately agreed to her requested private chat. Not once in the seven months they'd been chatting on-line had he declined an offer to chat with her. In addition, even during the four weeks she hid in her apartment and refused his requests, he always tried to contact her at their scheduled time. The only deviations occurred on nights like this one, nights when Denise was too bored or too excited to wait for him to contact her. In those cases, she would check to see if he was on-line. If he were, she would contact him, knowing he would respond and immediately accept her offer for a chat. "I just finished the basic design for the premier tour for my tour company. I know it's going to be fantastic; the only problem is that it is eight days long. However, it will cover most of the island, except Montego Bay and Negril. I think it's going to be an eye-opening experience for people," Denise shared with him before he could even type an acknowledgement. Having convinced her of the positive aspects of starting her tour company, Will, through a sense of obligation, a wish to see Jamaica through her eyes, and a desire to spend time with her, had long ago decided he would book Denise's first tour. With that thought, he typed his response and request, "Congratulations. Before you tell me all about it, promise me that you'll let me be your first customer." "But you don't know anything about the tour." "You just told me everything I need to know. You said that it would be fantastic and an eye-opening experience. What more do I need to know?" "Thank you Will. But I first have to put together a schedule, make hotel reservations, and arrange for time-off from work." "I understand. Nonetheless, once you know the costs please let me know and I'll send you the money. And as soon as you know the dates, tell me and I will book my flights." * * * * * Winning Desires Renewal In mid-January, having completed the preliminary work on the Jamaican Beauties Jaunt and having made most of her decisions about her future, Denise agreed to spend the weekend at her parents. Earlier in the week during one of their near daily, early morning telephone calls, Annika told her daughter that the items Denise ordered from the exotic clothing website had arrived at her house. At her mother's suggestion, Denise agreed that while she was at her parent's house the upcoming weekend she'd try on the items before taking them home. That way they could use the packing boxes to return any item that didn't fit. Denise drove to her parents' house Thursday after work and had a wonderful chat with her mother. They talked about her completing the planning for her "Jaunt" tour. Denise explained that she was hoping to schedule it for early to mid-June, hopefully from a Friday to the next Friday. She noted that all the hotels and bed and breakfasts had vacancies for her scheduled week, but she was considering shuffling a few locations to take advantage of discounted rates and the possibility of reserving better rooms or cabins. "By the way, Will has been talking about spending a second week at a North shore resort after the Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. He's been telling me that it would be a wonderful way to "rest up before going back to work." He even said that because they are couples resorts, if I wished to, I could join him—at no cost." Annika had already shared that she was pleased Denise was planning to spend a week touring Jamaica with Will and now expressed her feelings about her spending another week with him, "I hope that you are seriously considering spending the second week at a resort with him. From what I've seen in the chats and emails you've shared, Will is a man that appreciates your brains as much as your physical assets." Annika privately hoped that spending time in daily, personal, and physical contact with an intelligent, worldly, and obviously caring man, would give Denise the shove she needed to overcome her inhibitions. Annika, unlike Denise, was not concerned about nudity or the possibility of sex. She had always been open and honest about sex. However, she wasn't stupid or ignorant of the danger's either. When Denise was planning her vacation with Lars, Annika told her that she needed to get a physical and an STD test if there was any possibility that she would be sexually active. One weekend when Denise was visiting her parents, Annika took her to the clinic where Annika worked, and the two of them received complete physicals and STD tests. Annika also insisted that Denise get a prescription for birth control. Afterwards she booked Denise and herself for follow-up physicals and tests three months afterwards and planned to make sure Denise went along, a practice she continued to this day. However, it was now only in the hopes that Denise would someday open up enough to again consider engaging in sexual activities. * * * * * Friday morning, after going to the Melbourne Clinic for their semiannual medical and gynecological exams and quarterly STD test, Denise and Annika walked to the Frigate pub and restaurant. As they were enjoying a leisurely lunch and wine, Annika reminded Denise that the tour and vacation with Will could be one of those rare opportunities that would allow her to make a permanent change to her life. Annika urged Denise, "Please take advantage of this opportunity, use this vacation with Will to learn to relax and enjoy your body, sex, and your life." Denise nodded her understanding and informed her mother, "Along those lines, I'm thinking I might buy a new sexy, perhaps more risqué, wardrobe for work and to take on the tour as well as some more revealing, maybe even see-through clothes to take on Will's hedonistic pursuits vacation." "I'd love to take you shopping!" "That would be wonderful and I appreciate the offer, but remember—" Denise paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "I can't believe I'm saying this. In order to win the dare I will need clothes that are even more risqué and revealing than what you usually wear." Annika's eyes widened and she thought carefully before responding, "I would love to help you pick out... revealing clothes to wear on your vacation. Besides, it's probably about time I updated my wardrobe with clothes that are a little more risqué!" Denise smiled, thankful her mother hadn't reacted to her dig about her revealing dresses, and continued, "I'm also considering buying some new swimsuits. In fact, based on the swimsuits Will talks about and is wearing in some of his photos, I'll need to buy swimsuits that are extremely revealing." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 06 Without thinking, Annika asked with honest curiosity, "Why bother with swimsuits at all?" "Actually mother, you may have a point. I'm concerned that buying clothes might be a waste of my time and money. In fact, Will has mentioned that if I'm willing to try it he would change his reservations so we can stay at a resort where I wouldn't need to wear any clothes," Denise confessed. "Do you think you would be able to go naked in public?" "You know mother, since Lars cheated on me and then dumped me, I've been trying to take your advice to heart, to quit acting like a prude, to start enjoying what I have. Will is always telling me that I'd be much happier if I'd stop being so inhibited. I now realize that I was happiest during the progressive challenges. So I'm really trying to change." "And do you think that you've become uninhibited enough to go to a clothing optional beach or resort and spend a week naked, with a man you've just met?" "I'm not positive. But I'm hoping that you will help me to continue to overcome my inhibitions so I can put an end to Will's teasing," Denise begged, and then continued, "I need to get some more clothes for the Jaunt and now for Will's Hedonistic Pursuits. I want to get some things that will make Will stammer and admit that I'm not a prude." "Then why don't we go shopping tomorrow afternoon?" Denise smiled and nodded her agreement to her mother's offer and added, "You have to admit that I'm much less inhibited now, than I was before I met Will." Slipping into her psychologist role, Annika asked, "What do you think was the primary factor that led to your recent change in attitude?" "The positive factors have been father, you, and my experiences during the Seven Progressive Challenges. Although I had a major setback or breakdown during the challenges, I've learnt from that experience and I think I've matured." "Nevertheless, how are you going to maintain that attitude the next time you're faced with adversity, like when your former Arts School roommate and her friends ridicule you," her mother inquired. "Well, there's one other thing, it is my desire to always be a winner. I enjoyed my experiences whilst I was doing Will's progressive challenges; I adored the feeling of accomplishing them. I was thrilled as I wrote about them and excited when Will congratulated me for my accomplishments. I don't ever again want to live my life without those feelings. It is my resolution that this year I will be a winner. To do that, I know I'm going to have to take every challenge presented me and accomplish it, fully and completely. That's what I was doing with the progressive challenges and that's what I hope to do for the rest of my life." Annika was pleased with Denise's new attitude. She only worried about one statement Denise made, her comment that she was, "excited when Will congratulated [her] for [her] accomplishments." That was an ominous statement. It meant that Denise placed a great deal of value in Will's opinion. Annika, noted that she would have to monitor that situation, to make sure it didn't go too far, to make sure Denise didn't "fall in love," with her Internet friend. * * * * * When they returned to the house, after having lunch and several glasses of wine at the Frigate, Annika reminded Denise about her shipment of clothes and suggested she should try on each of the new clothing items. She also requested, actually dared, that since it was such a nice day, Denise should model the new clothes in the backyard and allow Annika to take photographs so they could see how the clothes looked and fit on her. Denise had few options other than to accept her mother's offer, after all, she'd just told her that from this day forward she was going to accept and accomplish every challenge presented to her. As Denise modeled each new piece, her mother had her go into the backyard and pose for her as she took photographs, "To show your father how good you look in your new clothes and how well you're doing with your workout program and new attitude." Denise first tried on the black tank swimsuit. Its low cut front revealed the top of her breasts and a bit of cleavage, the high cut sides exposed her hips and, because it was a thong, it revealed all of her buttocks. As she modeled it for her mother, Denise remembered that she'd selected it because she knew Will would appreciate it. It was, after all, a black, thong version of the Bay Watch television show swimsuits. As she posed for her mother, Denise automatically followed Andrew's advice when she was modeling for the progressive challenges photo shoots, and posed with her legs apart about shoulder width, standing erect, stomach sucked in, shoulders back, breasts thrust forward, head up, eyes focused on the camera or another object, and a huge smile on her lips. Denise next modeled the white gauze peasant blouse with three-quarter length sleeves, a diamond cut back, and ruffled trim on the sleeve opening and the front closure. Although it was gauze, the blouse would have been even more revealing if not for the tie strings at the bust in front that held it closed. As she walked around the backyard, her navel and hips were visible and depending on her motion or the breeze, her cleavage and the bottoms of her breasts were often exposed. Denise joked to her mother, "I know it's a little revealing, but not nearly as much as the blouse I wore for the Challenges, especially when it was unbuttoned." "In that case Denise, why don't you untie the strings on that blouse and let's take a few more photographs so we can see how exposed you'll be?" Denise surprised herself, when, without hesitation or consideration, she untied the single set of strings and repeated all her earlier poses as her mother took photographs. As she did, she enjoyed the same feelings of joy and freedom she'd experienced when she was completing each task for the Seven Progressive Challenges. She felt uninhibited and extremely happy. The last piece of clothing she modeled was the black halter dress with straps that tied at the back of her neck, a deep V-neck front, and a low open back. She'd selected it just for Will. She was sure that he'd like the dress and she was confident that she could wear it in public, especially if he asked her. As Denise modeled the dress, she pretended it was Will and not her mother that was taking the photographs. When she completed her mother's directed poses, Denise explained that the dress could also be worn as a keyhole as she untied and retied the neck to show her mother. Once Annika had taken photographs with the keyhole design look, Denise retied the dress as a halter, but she let it slip lower on her body, exposing more of her cleavage and breasts, and tied the straps loosely with a single loop. As she walked about the backyard and posed for her mother, the deep V-neck opening in the front of the dress was nearly low enough to expose her navel and the dress straps barely covered her breasts. In fact, her breasts swayed with each movement and as the breeze blew aside the top of the dress, they were often exposed. Denise grinned and asked, "This is how I thought Will would want me to wear this dress. What do you think?" Annika smiled at her daughter's new found freedom and audacity before she told her, "First, you look great in that dress. Second, I think Will is going to like you in anything you wear. Third, if you wear that dress like that, Will is not only going to love it, he will likely want to take you back to your room and fuck you repeatedly." Later while they reviewed the photographs, Denise commented to her mother that she thought she looked good enough to be a model for one the ladies clothing websites on the Internet. She was now sure she would be comfortable wearing the swimsuit and clothes while at Will's resorts. Annika smiled and asked her if she had considered entering photographs to the websites' customer competition, to see if other people agreed with her assessment of how good she looked wearing the outfits she'd purchased. Denise thought for a moment before she explained, "I first want to find out if I looked good enough to have a chance in the competitions. I might ask Will to take photos of me in these clothes when we're on the Jaunt or at his resorts. If he's pleased with the photographs, I'll send them in to the customer contest to find out how well I do against all those other great looking customers." * * * * * Challenge Lessons Saturday morning, while Denise was at the gym, Annika selected eight of the photos of Denise modeling three of her new and quite revealing clothing items she'd taken the day before. With the expectation it would generate a positive response and thus reinforce Denise's improving self-image, she submitted them to the customer photos contest of the clothing website where Denise had purchased them. When the clothing items arrived, Annika had visited the website and noted the customer contest. Reviewing the photos of the current contestants and the winners from the last several months, Annika had been positive that Denise would easily win the contest if she entered. That afternoon, after Denise returned from her workout, Annika prepared a light lunch for the two of them, which they enjoyed along with several glasses of wine. Annika took that opportunity to have a long talk with her daughter about the dangers of sex and a longer discussion of the pleasures of sexual activities. Denise was surprised to realize that it was only the second time in her life she'd thought of her father having engaged in a sexual act. The first was on Christmas Eve when she witnessed a practically naked, yet obviously unconcerned Max behave in a deferential behavior toward Denise's father and even kissed him, rather sensually, on the lips. After refilling their wine glasses, Annika asked Denise, "Dee-Dee, on a completely different subject, I understand that it might be difficult for you, but would you be willing to talk about your experiences, emotions, and lessons whilst you completed the first five of Will's Seven Progressive Challenges?" Denise thought for a moment before answering, "Mother, I know you only want to help. However, it's over; I resigned from the Seven Progressive Challenges and I'm not sure if I'm ready to talk about it." Annika frowned and asked, "Will you at least listen to a couple of my questions? If you do not wish to answer them I will understand." "Okay, I'll listen and try to answer." Wanting to ease into her real concern, Annika asked a preliminary question to get Denise to talk, "I remember that your last challenge had two levels and three tasks, and that you had to be photographed whilst fully exposed as you danced in a nightclub with a friend. But, so I might better understand what happened, would you give me an overview of the events of that evening?" Denise thought for a moment and mentally prepared as concise and yet explanatory a description as she could, "That evening I skipped my workout and came straight home after work. I showered, trimmed and shaved my quim, and dressed in preparation for my photo shoot. I walked to the Quad and met up with Andrew and Jackson." "Sorry to interrupt, but I remember you saying that you had decided to dance with Andrew for the dare. Why did you invite Jackson along?" "I wanted to dance with Andrew because I trusted him. Andrew suggested we use Jackson to take the photographs. He told me that Jackson was a good photographer and that I could trust him." "That was a logical solution," Annika agreed. Denise continued her synopsis, "I was still going for all or nothing, so for the first task I removed my skirt and blouse and posed naked in front of the Quad." "Again, I'm sorry for interrupting, but are you saying you weren't wearing underwear when you walked to the Quad?" "It seemed reasonable given I was going to expose my private bits anyway," Denise answered before she immediately continued her description of events, "Inside, we found a secluded place by the back bar in the Oxygen Room, and I again exposed myself at the bar whilst Jackson took photos as my proof for the second task. Jackson then asked an American woman tourist to take pictures of the three of us. Afterward, as Jackson was taking a couple of pictures of the American woman and me, we kissed, she fondled my breasts, and one thing lead to another, and she gave me oral sex—" Annika interrupted, "Denise, I'm sorry to interrupt once again, but I just want you to know that if you ever wish to talk about your experience with the woman, I'd be willing to listen to you and offer you any help, advice, or counseling you may want or need." "Thanks mother, but I'm quite okay with that experience, it was very... pleasant and enjoyable," Denise explained with a faraway look in her eyes and a smile on her lips. "Good. But remember, I'm not just a psychologist, I personally understand what you experienced, and I'm sure I can offer you some insights to your feelings," Annika noted. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind," Denise acknowledged, and without fully understanding what her mother had shared with her, she continued, "The American and I danced and talked, and after she left, I decided to complete the last task. As Andrew and I were on the dance floor with Jackson taking photographs, my old Arts School roommate showed up." Annika saw the sadness in her daughter's expression and again interrupted, "I think, based on past experience, I have a good notion of what happened, but, if it's not too difficult for you, please tell me specifically what transpired?" Denise frowned, but without considering the ramifications of her honesty and forthrightness, answered, "I was dancing and dreaming that I was on a balcony and teasing Will, wanting him to know how much I needed to have sex with him. Then my former Arts School roommate and her cohorts criticized me. They reminded me that I was big and disproportionate and that I shouldn't be dancing naked at the Quad nightclub." Annika smiled as she reminded Denise, "I've told you before, they're jealous of you. They're compensating for their own shortcomings by ridiculing your good looks," then she asked, "But, what I'd like to know is how did you ever find the strength to finish the challenge?" Reliving that moment and holding back her tears, Denise told her mother, "To this day, I don't know how, but I forced myself to finish the dance. I felt shame for exposing my big, ugly body and that's when I first thought about giving up the Seven Progressive Challenges. Yet, I also knew that no matter how I felt, I had to be sure I had enough photos to accomplish the fifth challenge. I pulled Andrew's arms around my waist and danced around the floor until I saw Jackson taking photographs and I began chanting aloud, "All or nothing." Annika nodded and Denise continued, "At that moment I was committed to finishing the challenge I'd already started, so I asked Andrew to help me finish our dance and he did everything I asked of him without question. After we finished the dance, I dressed, left the club, and walked to my apartment where I submitted the proof that I'd completed all three tasks of the fifth challenge. Then I resigned." Annika almost whispered, "You had accomplished five of the seven challenges. Why did you resign?" Denise, tears now falling, whimpered, "I never again wanted to be reminded of how miserable those girls made me feel." Knowing she had to get it out in the open, Annika asked what she suspected would be the hardest question, "How did you feel when you resigned from the challenges and afterwards?" Denise caught up in giving her mother honest answers, confessed, "When I resigned I was miserable and angry. I felt ugly and unloved. Yet, to my surprise, much of my new behavior didn't change. I still slept and hung around my apartment naked. I still wore short skirts, high heels, and undid the top three buttons of my blouses while at work. I continued to dream every night about wanting to have sex with Will. I still masturbated in my sleep every night, and most days—even as I read, wrote, or just dreamt." Annika had a thousand questions, but wanting Denise to know she was free to work through her problems as she saw fit, told her, "Again, if you want to talk, about anything, you know I'm always willing to listen, and I promise I will give you advice only if you ask for it." "Thank you mother, I appreciate your offer and I will keep it in mind. However, for now, it still hurts too much to think about. I just want to move on with my life. When I'm ready to talk about it, I will— with you and Will." * * * * * Wardrobe Renewal Later that afternoon Annika announced, "Okay Denise, I think it's time we changed and went shopping for some new clothes." "Why do we need to change?" Annika smiled, "First, if we are going into town, we need to wear something nice. Additionally, because we'll be trying on clothes, what we wear should be easy to take off." "I didn't pack very much. You've seen what I brought, what should I wear?" "Why not wear your new peasant blouse? I could let you have one of my wrap skirts to go with it." "I can't wear that in the afternoon, especially into New Kingston." "What happened to your new years' resolution?" Annika teased, and before Denise could answer, offered, "I'll make you a deal. If you'll promise you'll wear my new duster dress in the proper manner, I'd like to try out your peasant top." Trapped, Denise had little choice, and agreed. Annika changed first, and returned wearing the white sheer jersey peasant blouse with the front closure closed with a loosely tied bowknot, along with a black, pleated, hip-hugger mini-skirt, and white sandals with three-inch heels. After modeling the outfit, by turning around once, she announced, "I laid the duster on your bed. I want to remind you that you promised to wear it in the proper manner. Therefore, what I've laid out on your bed is everything you will need. That is what you will wear if you intend to keep your New Years' resolution and your promise to me." Denise frowned, but her only response was, "Yes ma'am," as she walked into the spare bedroom to change. Lying on the bed was a white linen front-buttoning duster dress with rose bandana short puff sleeves, a two-inch wide rose bandana around the hem—which fell four inches above the knees—and a two-inch wide waist tie-string around the waist—actually, it was just below the bust and was the only means of closing the front of the dress. Next to the dress was a small package with a note. Denise read the note, "Your father was afraid that I would push you further than you could handle. He bought these for you and allowed me to decide when and if you needed them. They are somewhat modest because your father believes you probably have not yet shaved your pubic hair." At the bottom of the note was a quickly scribbled addition, "I think the white would go best with your dress. Keep in mind that you may have to remove them in order to correctly and properly wear some of the clothing items you said you were interested in buying and wearing. Love Always, Mother." Denise opened the package and found three, lace "boy shorts." Except for color, they were identical with V-cut waistbands and bottoms cut to reveal her lower buttocks. They were white, black, and pink. Denise smiled and tried to decide if she was angry, embarrassed, or pleased. The anger was because her mother and father were talking about her and conspiring to push her to become uninhibited. She let go of that feeling, concluding that her parents weren't interfering with her life. Instead, they were assisting her in her effort to achieve her goals, her resolutions. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 07 Chapter 7 -- Revelations: She makes and has several revelations. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: BDSM: this chapter tells of a young Jamaican woman's first exposure to being a submissive exhibitionist and her learning about her parents' and best friend's membership in a BDSM club. Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter tells the story of two young Jamaican women clubbing in revealing clothing. Interracial Love: this is a story about a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man. Lesbian Sex: this chapter covers the beginnings of a sexual relationship between two young Jamaican women. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. The author desires to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Lesbian Revelations After her morning workout, Denise spent the rest of Friday, her day off, reviewing and revising each of her tours. After a full day absorbed in laying out the tour itineraries, she was exhausted and decided she wouldn't go out dancing. Instead, she initiated an early and short chat session with Will and prepared to spend the rest of the evening at home, drinking wine and relaxing. Hearing someone knock at her door startled Denise from her thoughts. After asking the person at the door to wait a minute, she donned one of her father's old tuxedo shirts as a robe. When she opened the door, Denise was stunned. Max, the younger, was standing in her hallway wearing a revealing brown leather outfit. Denise scanned Max's outfit from the ground up. First, she saw a pair of knee-high, lace up boots, with pointed toes and four-inch, spike heels. Next, a leather skirt with a hem that was at least a foot above Max's knees and barely covered her private bits. The top was a sleeveless and collarless, front buttoning leather vest that, even if it had been fully buttoned, would still have exposed a great deal of her breasts, but the top three buttons were undone revealing Max's cleavage to her breastbone. The ensemble was completed by a tan leather jacket that Max draped over her left arm. "What are you doing here?" Denise asked trying not to stare at Max's noticeably large, evidently firm, and overly exposed breasts. "Master Ken and Mistress... I'm sorry. Your father and mother asked me, as your friend, to come here and talk with you." "About what?" Max smiled noting that Denise, just as Max often did, dressed comfortably while home alone—assuming she'd been wearing anything when Max knocked—before she asked, "First, may I come in?" Once inside the apartment, Max laid her coat on the chair at Denise's makeshift computer desk before turning to Denise and explaining, "Your mother was concerned that you might be having confusing emotions about your encounter with the American woman at the Quad club. She asked me to talk with you, to help you understand your feelings and desires." "I don't understand. Mother's a psychologist, why wouldn't she talk to me herself?" Max grinned, "Because Denise, I've had more experience than Mistress Annika." "Counseling people who've had lesbian experiences?" Denise quizzed, putting aside Max's second deferential reference to her parents. "No, with lesbian experiences." Denise was dumbfounded. Somewhat over the fact that Max was experienced in lesbian relationships, but more so that she and her mother had compared experiences to decide which of them should talk to Denise. She stammered her question, "You've had... sex with... lesbian experiences?" "Yes, too many to count. However, you should understand, although I've enjoyed sex with women, I've also enjoyed sex with many men." Denise was unable to comprehend what Max was sharing with her, so she asked, "And, why exactly did my mother want you to talk with me about my... lesbian experience?" "As I said, to help you understand your feelings and desires." "Okay, I think I have that figured out, and if that's what mother wants us to talk about, I'll just go along with her wishes. What do you need me to do?" "Get dressed so we can go to the Quad, have a drink, maybe dance, and talk a little." "Should I dress like you?" "I wouldn't object, but that's entirely up to you," Max replied with a giggle. Denise excused herself, went into her bedroom, and without considering why, other than it was how Max was dressed; she selected the clothes she'd purchased for the challenges. Without a debate or even a thought, she opted not to put on a bra or panties before she donned her outfit. However, she did add a brown suede bolero jacket for warmth and cover. When Denise returned, Max smiled broadly and commented, "You are definitely Annika's daughter. In fact, you two are practically twins. Now I understand what Master Ken means when he talks about his Jamaican Beauties." * * * * * Max agreed with Denise's suggestion that they walk the six blocks to the Quad so neither one would have to drive back after consuming too much wine. Other than the occasional comments from young Jamaican men and elderly American male tourists, which were often overtly sexual but always positive, their walk was uneventful. As usual, the Quad's security guards mauled their breasts, but the two young ladies dressed in revealing clothes were not required to pay the cover charge. They soon found a table in the Oxygen Lounge, ordered drinks, opened a tab, and received their glasses of wine. Denise noticed that they were, coincidently, or perhaps as the result of an unconscious decision, sitting at the same table near the bar where Denise, Michelle, Andrew, and Jackson had sat two months earlier. After she'd offered that information to Max, Denise added, "That stool at the end of the bar is where I had my lesbian experience. An American woman, kissed me, suckled my nipples, and performed cunnilingus until I had an orgasm." "What did you think, what did you do?" "I enjoyed it and I returned the favor, doing the same to her. Later we danced by that back wall as Andrew and Jackson took photographs." "My goodness Denise, you have certainly opened up to new experiences," Max marveled. "I guess so; mother and my Internet friend have been pushing me to be less inhibited and to enjoy life more." "Well, I hope you're enjoying your new freedom." "I was, until that night. But I'm starting to again." "Was the problem your lesbian experience?" Max wondered. "No! The woman and my experience were both wonderful. In fact, if I ever get to Memphis in the United States or Michelle returns here, I would like to get together with her." "So what was the problem?" "It was later, when my former fashion designer friends from Arts School made comments about how I looked whilst I was on the dance floor." "What was their problem? Didn't they like your clothes?" Denise smiled knowing her answer, "No, that wasn't it. I wasn't wearing any clothes, except hose and heels." "You're kidding; you danced naked on this dance floor?" "I was wearing hose and heels, but for the sake of not arguing about semantics, I'll concede that I was dancing naked with Andrew whilst Jackson took pictures for my challenge." "Pictures? Okay, that's it. You have to tell me everything, from the beginning." Denise told her story of the things Will had tasked her to accomplish during his Seven Progressive Challenges. Max listened attentively, only occasionally interrupting for clarification. When Denise finished the story, explaining how she gathered the strength to continue dancing naked with Andrew on the Quad dance floor as Jackson took photographs, Max noted, "That's fantastic. You have certainly opened up and you seem to be enjoying life more. I'm impressed and jealous. I wish I had the nerve to do what you've done. Now, why don't we go dance before we get some more wine and talk some more?" Denise unconscientiously followed Max's lead, removing her jacket and hanging it on the back of her chair before she stood, smiled, and said, "Okay, let's go show everyone how to Calypso." * * * * * They were both tired and sweat covered their bodies, when Max asked, "Are you ready for another glass of wine and some more conversation?" "Wine definitely, conversation only if it's not about my former friends from Arts School and I can ask you a question," Denise offered. Once they were back at their table with fresh glasses of wine, Max asked, "So, if I understand what you told me, you did not, and do not have a problem having sex with a woman?" "Not at all. In fact, as I told mother, it was a very enjoyable experience. Michelle was the first person, other than myself, to bring me to an orgasm, and she was the first person, other than myself, that I've enjoyed bringing to an orgasm. I thoroughly enjoyed my experience with her and I'm willing to do it again. Does that answer your, or should I say, mother's question?" "Absolutely! And let me just say, I'm happy to hear that your first experience was so enjoyable." "Good and thank you, I think." Max nodded and they enjoyed their wines silently until Denise remembered something Max had said in her apartment earlier that had jogged her memory and asked, "Now, can I ask you a question, and will you give me a complete and honest answer?" "Yes, if I can. Of course!" "Christmas Eve, when father and I brought presents to your apartment and earlier tonight, you called him master and you referred to mother as mistress. What does that mean, what is it all about?" Max paused and took a long drink of her wine before she answered, "I'm not sure that I'm permitted to share that with you. However, before we continue, let me confirm something. Are you sure you want to know the answer?" Denise pondered the question and her answer, "That sounds ominous, but with mother and Will pushing me to open up and be more uninhibited, I'm going to have to say yes. I want to know all about it." "Then, reminding you that I am qualifying my promise to be honest by saying I will answer your question if I can, let me answer your question as best as I can. It is a game you mother, father, and I play at our club." Denise frowned and a made a growling sound as she considered where to go with her questioning. Max, knowing Denise was upset, added, "Since you want to know all about it and I am not permitted to tell you any more than I have, I suggest you ask your mother or father." "I did, and father gave me the same answer you just gave me," Denise hissed. "Is that all he said?" "No, he suggested that I go to the club with him so I could learn all about the club and the little games you all play." Max smiled, Annika had been right. Her plan had worked perfectly. Still smiling, she told Denise, "Then it seems to me that if you want to know all about the club you should ask your father to take you there and give you a tour." Denise pondered what she had learned, frowned that no one would answer her questions, and then smiled, having decided that the solution was as simple as Max had suggested; she just needed to ask her father to take her to the club. Max seeing Denise's frown turn into a smile asked, "Are you alright? Are you angry with me?" Denise nodded and told Max, "Actually Max, I'm fine." "And you're not angry at me?" "No Max I'm not," Denise reassured her friend, then remembering she too had a secret, Denise stood, and before she turned to walk to the dance floor, announced with a huge grin, "Now, why don't we go show everyone how the girls on the famous Jamaican Bacchanal poster dance." When Max caught up with Denise on the dance floor, she asked, "You know about the poster?" Denise smiled and told her, "An American gentleman told me I looked just like one of the girls on his grandson's poster. When I asked mother about it, she told me everything." Max looked down and pleaded, "I hope you're not angry at me for not telling you about it." "I understand why father, mother, you, and the neighborhood did what you did. In fact, I'm grateful. I probably wouldn't have handled it very well at the time. However, now I'm proud to be the girl next to you on a poster that hangs on the bedroom walls of ten thousand boys around the world." Max gasped, "That many?" Denise smiled and told Max, "Actually, many more. It's on the Internet too. Although we're anonymous, we're almost as famous as Dani Sperle." "The girl that glued a tiny triangle over her glamity and danced in the Rio Carnival? Wow, it makes me wet just thinking about all the boys that have masturbated while looking at the poster of two of us all sweaty and bare-chested," Max giggled. They danced and joked about what would happen if they reenacted their Bacchanal dance and poster pose. After half-a-dozen dances, they were again sweating profusely and Denise's now transparent blouse clung to her curves. Max in turn had fully unbuttoned her vest, exposing her cleavage and waist. Max finally shouted, "Let's go finish our drinks, cool off, and head back to your place. Then we can talk some more if you'd like." The ladies received more attention on their walk back to Denise's apartment than they had on their way to the Quad Club. Because they were warm and sweaty they didn't wear their jackets, but that wasn't the primary reason for the attention they received. Instead, the attention was due to Denise's wet blouse clinging to her curves and revealing her aroused nipples and Max's unbuttoned vest exposing her cleavage to her sternum. Moreover, at Max's insistence, they strutted as if they were participating in a Bacchanal Road March, which caused their unconstrained breasts to bounce and jiggle with each step. * * * * * After hanging their jackets on Denise's computer desk chair, Denise offered to open a bottle of wine as she headed into her small kitchen. Max answered, "That would be wonderful, but would you mind if we got more comfortable, so we can sit here, drink our wine, and talk about anything you'd like, other than the club?" "That sounds wonderful, but what do you mean by comfortable? The only thing I have that I consider comfortable is a Cricket jersey I used to wear as my pajamas," Denise confessed with a grin. Max was confused and asked, "If your jersey is the only thing you consider comfortable, and you say you used to wear it as your pajamas, what do you wear to bed now?" "The truth is, ever since I took on my Internet friend's progressive challenges, I don't wear anything to bed, and I've become very comfortable not only sleeping, but going around my apartment without clothing," Denise explained with a snicker. "I suspected as much when you answered the door wearing just that tuxedo shirt. Well, as you saw Christmas Eve, I don't wear much around my apartment either. The truth is, I was expecting you and Master Ken, so I'd put on something. Like you, I not only sleep naked, I normally go around my apartment with nothing but a cup of tea or a glass of wine." "So we're back to the question, if we're going to get comfortable, what should we wear?" Denise asked. "Nothing?" "I guess so," Denise declared as, without contemplating her actions, she stood, removed her blouse and skirt, and walked into her bedroom to hang them up. From her bedroom, Denise called to Max, "Would you like to hang your clothes in the closet?" When Max walked into Denise's bedroom she was naked except for her five-inch heel boots, carrying their jackets and her clothes, before she answered Denise, "I'd appreciate that, thank you." While Max hung her clothes and removed her boots, Denise sat on her bed, removed her high-heel sandals, and rolled her stockings down her legs. When Max turned around, Denise was surprised to see that she had no evident pubic hair. She thought to ask about it, but remembering Will had mentioned that many women and a growing number of men were trimming or removing their pubic and body hair. Besides, she'd been trimming her own pubic hair since the third progressive challenge, so she decided her questions could wait for another time. The two naked friends walked back into the front room, Max sat on the love seat and Denise went back into the kitchen, opened the wine she removed from the refrigerator, and poured two glasses. Handing Max a glass, Denise giggled before she toasted, "To the comfort of nothing at all." After they sipped from their wine glasses, Denise sat next to Max and asked, "I'm sorry, I know you don't want to... can't talk about it, but I'm still wondering it. Please, what exactly is the club?" Max shook her head and finally said, "Denise, your parents and mine are members of a private club where people engage in a variety of activities. I'm also a member of that club and I too engage in many different activities at the club. The club is private, which allows us to engage in those activities without fear of objection or ostracism." Denise asked the obvious question, "What kind of activities?" Max thought for a moment and simply answered "All kinds." Denise frowned at her as Max tried to explain, "It's just like art, or dance, or music. Everyone has their own preferences and dislikes. Your father for instance, enjoys all forms of music. The club is a place where he can listen to whatever kind of music he desires without worrying that another member will complain." "So it's a music club?" It was Max's turn to frown; she should have known that Denise would have a problem with a euphemism. Max tried again, "It's like our Bacchanal Road March costumes. There are people in the community that are very upset because they believe our costumes are too revealing. If there were a Bacchanal club similar to the club your parents and I belong to, we would be able to wear any costume we wished, without having to worry about the complaints of others. In a way, the club is like the Melbourne Mas Camp the weekend following the Road March." "So it's a club where people can dance all night, drink all night, party all night, and do almost anything they wish," Denise exclaimed, having at least grasped the basic concept. Max nodded and smiled, it was probably as far as she should go with her explanation and undoubtedly as much as Denise would be able to comprehend and understand. She told Denise, "Yes, but more importantly, because it is a private club, the members can do so without fear of objection, ostracism, or persecution." "I think I understand," Denise offered. "Good, now perhaps I should share something my father taught me when I joined the club." Denise nodded. "My father suggested, and my mother, your parents, and I agreed that it would be better if we made it a point to not know, nor try to learn about or discuss one another's activities in the club." Denise thought for a minute about Max's revelation before nodding her head saying, "I think I see your father's point and I apologize for not respecting your privacy." Max turned to face Denise and suggested, "Unless you have more questions about the club you feel you need me to answer, why don't we move on to a new conversation." "Okay. What would you like to talk about?" Max sipped her wine, smiled, and asked, "When you discussed them at the Quad, the Seven Progressive Challenges you undertook sounded very intriguing and exciting. Would you mind telling me more about your experiences and feelings while completing them?" Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 07 Excited that Max was interested, Denise started with the first time she exposed herself to the sales clerk when she selected the clothes she would wear for the remaining challenges. She progressed through each challenge, only briefly explaining the specific challenge, since she'd shared that earlier at the Quad, instead, she focused on how she felt as she prepared for and accomplished each challenge and answered all of Max's subsequent questions. Denise continued sharing her experiences through her final challenge, when she had her first lesbian experience and danced naked at the Quad, before giving up the challenges. Several glasses of wine and numerous questions later, the young ladies decided it was getting late, and Max was too intoxicated to drive, so they agreed to sleep together in Denise's double bed. As they laid side by side, naked under a lightweight duvet, Max placed her hand on Denise's breast and asked, "Would you mind... would it bother you... if I fondled and suckled your aroused nipples?" Denise mentally debated whether she should accept Max's request, "Would it make me a lesbian? What will Max think of me if I said no, or if I said yes? Is this a test? Did my mother put her up to this? If so why?" Before Denise could decide, Max decided for her. She pulled Denise so they faced each other, leaned in, and gently suckled Denise's erect nipple. As she had with Michelle, Denise focused on her pleasure and responded to the actions of Max's lips and tongue. She soon lifted her breast so her aroused nipple was easily accessible to Max's lips. Max responded by sucking the nipple deeper into her mouth, holding it in place with her lips, and lapping it with her tongue. Denise's moans were music to Max's ears and she quickly kneeled over Denise. Max alternated suckling one nipple between her lips as she pinched the other between her thumb and index finger. Denise responded in kind, caressing and fondling Max's large, heavy, hanging breasts and pinching her nipples just as Max was pinching Denise's erect nubs. Assuming Denise would be open to enjoying their experience, Max took a calculated risk and crawled upwards and kissed Denise's lips. Denise immediately returned the kiss and Max rolled onto her side, pulling Denise onto her own side and closer, chest to chest, as she French kissed her receptive and responsive friend. As they continued to kiss, as their tongues touched and danced, Max placed her hand back onto Denise's nipple and again pinched and flicked it. Denise continued to respond to Max's attention and Max reached between Denise's thighs with her free upper arm. Denise bent her knee to open her thighs, giving Max both permission and the ability to access her private bits. Max took her time and enjoyed the feeling of her willing friend's body. She kissed her lips, working her lips and tongue against Denise's, responding to Denise's implied requests. Max pulled back, looked into Denise's eyes, and offered, "If you have any objections, say so now." Smiling at her old best friend, Denise told her, "I cannot imagine anything you would do to me that would cause me to object." "Good, than pay attention. I will teach you what I enjoy and you will repeat each lesson, you will practice doing the same thing to me until I move to the next lesson. Later, while you show me your skills at giving me the pleasure I desire, I will explore your body and we will learn what you enjoy." Max kissed Denise as she reached down and pinched and twisted Denise's nipples. Denise repeated those actions on Max's erect nubs. Pleased with Denise's receptiveness, ability to learn, and demonstrative skills, Max showed her everything she wanted her to do, and as Denise complied and reciprocated, Max whispered her delight and pleasure into Denise's ear. Finally, Max told her friend, "You were a very good student. You now know how to please me. Now, let me learn how to please you." Max pinched, sucked, flicked, and kissed Denise's nipples as she massaged, squeezed, and caressed her large breasts. Denise echoed each of Max's actions and then showed Max what she wanted her to do to please her. As Max learned, the two ladies moaned in simultaneous pleasures for several minutes. Satisfied that she knew what Denise liked and that Denise knew how to please her, Max moved her hand down to Denise's trimmed pubic patch and slowly massaged her pubes and later her labia. Denise opened her thighs and offered herself to Max's probing fingers. After slipping her index finger between Denise's moist labia and into the wetness of her vulva, Max circled her finger inside Denise's pussy before pulling it out and sliding it up to Denise's aroused nub. Denise raised her hips, wanting Max to place her finger back inside her pussy. Instead, Max tapped her index finger gently on the hood protecting Denise's clitoris before she put it under the hood, pressed directly on Denise's erect clitoris, and gently massaged it. Two minutes later Denise shuttered and cried out, "Oh yes Max, like that!" "You are your mother's daughter," Max cooed. As she continued rubbing Denise's nub, she explained, "You orgasm easily and often. I'll bet you love sex." Between moans of pleasure Denise replied, "I liked sex with Michelle. I like sex with you—so far." Max withdrew her index finger from Denise's clitoris and told her, "Okay, if you have no objection, I'm going to move on and show you some more pleasures." "Please," Denise begged. As she slid down Denise's body, Max kissed her chest, stomach, navel, and pubes along the way. Denise instinctively reacted to Max's gentle push, rolled onto her back, flattened her legs onto the bed, and spread them as far apart as she could. Kissing Denise's labia, Max knelt between Denise's separated thighs. Denise responded, lifting her hips off the bed and forcing her covered clitoris between Max's lips. Max reciprocated, kissing Denise's nub and using her tongue to push the clitoral hood back before suckling her exposed clitoris until Denise again shuttered in an orgasm. "Should I stop?" Max teased. "Please, no!" Denise begged, putting her hands on the back of Max's head and lifting her butt off the bed to push her sore clitoris between Max's lips and teeth. Max gently nibbled on the blood engorged and now raw nub for a second before she licked down one side and up the other spreading her saliva and Denise's orgasmic juices over Denise's labia. Her hips still in the air, Denise begged, "Please!" Max forced her tongue between Denise's pussy lips toward her vagina. After only a few minutes of attention Denise's vaginal muscles flexed and she convulsed in multiple orgasmic shutters. When Denise again lowered her butt onto the bed, Max raised her head and with a big smile, asked her friend, "Why don't I get our wine glasses so we can cool off and rest?" "Please," Denise whimpered. They enjoyed the rest of their wine and Max again showed Denise how much she knew about pleasing Annika, and thus, about pleasing Denise. Denise showed Max and herself, how much she could enjoy sex. Especially, sex with a skilled, knowledgeable, and willing partner. Later, as they slept, they took turns wrapping one another in their arms. * * * * * Early Saturday morning as they sat naked drinking hot tea, Denise in her easy chair and Max sprawled across the love seat, Max asked, "Do you remember when we were young, before I began working full time at the haberdashery and you went to Arts School, and we were best friends?" "Yes, you were like the big sister I always wanted. You seemed to understand what I was thinking and what I needed to know," Denise answered, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips as she remembered life with an older friend that cared about her. "Would you like to be friends again? Best friends?" "Yes, I would. I miss not having someone I can talk with. Someone my age, who understands what I face every day, at work, trying to find someone to date, looking to find a lifestyle that works for me. How about you?" "Yes, me too. We always seemed to hit it off when we were younger, but when you went to Arts School, everything changed. Would you like to try again?" Max almost begged. Denise moved over to the love seat and sat next to Max, before she answered, "Yes, I'd like us to be best friends, and more. I'd also like to continue to see if we can be compatible lovers." "Me too. I'd love to be your friend and to see if we could become lovers. However, why don't we take our time and move slowly. Let's just focus on our friend..." Denise did not hear the last part, because she was lusting after Max's big, full, red lips, and Max could not finish her sentence, because Denise had leaned forward and kissed Max's lips. Denise did not relent, instead she showed Max how well she'd learned her lessons the previous night. In return, Max showed Denise the same desire, need, and lust Denise had shown her the previous night. They spent the day naked in Denise's apartment. When they weren't sharing themselves in Denise's bed, they sat on the love seat, first reminiscing about their childhood together and then catching up on their lives since they'd drifted apart. That evening, Max asked Denise if she'd like to go clubbing with her, but Denise politely demurred, telling Max, "Last night I cut my chat with Will—my Internet friend—short, saying I was tired and now I miss him. I don't understand why, but if I don't chat with him, I feel like something is missing in my life. I've come to rely on him more than I do my mother. I don't want to go another night without having a conversation with him. I don't want to cut him short two nights in a row." Max grinned and teased, "It sounds like you really like this guy." Denise frowned, "He's a good friend. Just a friend." "Okay, have your chat with your just a friend. I have to go. Please, promise me you won't stay away so long this time." As they kissed, Denise promised, "I won't, I'll make it a point to visit you at the Haberdashery the next time I visit mother." "Great," Max exclaimed as she picked up her jacket and headed out to go clubbing in her revealing leather outfit. * * * * * Jaunt Preparations Denise worked diligently to finish the preparations for her Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. The previous three Sunday afternoons and any other free time she had during those three workweeks she'd reviewed and collected her information on the attractions, museums, hotels, bed and breakfasts, restaurants, and nightclubs. This last week, she'd spent Monday through Wednesday evening and Thursday afternoon reviewing and revising the detailed itinerary covering each day of her Jamaican Beauties Jaunt tour. Thursday evening, she reviewed her itinerary and was satisfied that it was, at last, viable and robust enough. She was happy that she could finally email the proposed schedule of her tour to Will. It was refreshing to relax and enjoy her wine without worrying about this or that detail of her tour. Will's immediate response in their private chat that evening was, "Thank you for the marvelous schedule. I'm very excited about the tour. BTW: You may be the only person in this hemisphere that is more detail-obsessed than I!" Denise smiled as she read the comment. She had wanted Will to be impressed with the tour; she wanted Will to enjoy the tour. She wanted Will to see and appreciate the beauty she saw in her Jamaica. She was pleased to learn that she'd already accomplished the first item on her list. When Denise didn't reply, Will sent a request, "As soon as I receive your email with the price for the tour I will send you the money and once you've given me the dates for the tour and I've booked my flights I'll email you that information." They continued to negotiate the terms for the tour and finally agreed that Denise would treat their tour as if Will were a regular customer. As the tour guide, she would be in charge of their itinerary, serve as the driver, and pay for all their expenses, except any shopping Will might want to do. However, Will insisted that he pay in advance for the full amount of the tour, including the costs for a rental car, all accommodations, entry fees, and the salary of the tour leader. Because this was her first tour, Will insisted she allow him to advance her a "bank" to cover the estimated costs for their meals, drinks, gas, and tips. They agreed that during the tour, Denise would use that bank, to pay for their meals, alcoholic drinks, incidental expenses such as gasoline, and any associated tips. However, because alcoholic drinks weren't included in the tour, Denise would keep a tab and Will would settle with her afterwards. * * * * * During the subsequent week while Denise was busy completing her tour arrangements, Will, made several more efforts to convince her to take a second week off from her job so that upon finishing the Jamaican Beauties Jaunt they could take a vacation enjoying the hedonistic pursuits available at a couple of Jamaican North-shore, all-inclusive resorts. Monday morning, when she was talking with her mother on the phone, Denise mentioned Will's offer. Annika became excited and reminded Denise, "That would be a wonderful opportunity for you to be exposed to Americans, Canadians, and Brits, and to see how they live, love, and enjoy life. In addition, you might even learn to loosen up, enjoy life, and perhaps prove to Will that you're not a prude!" Before Denise could respond, Annika added, "I know you had to overcome your anxieties in order to go on your tour with your European boyfriend and when he turned out to be a cad it was very difficult for you and nearly destroyed your self-esteem. I suspect, as a result, you felt you weren't appealing to men and you didn't deserve to have someone love you." Remembering how miserable she felt when Lars dumped her, Denise muttered, "Yes, I remember." Her mother continued, "But, if you'll remember, I tried to warn you about him, albeit at the last minute. Moreover, as for your current decision to take another man you've never met in person on another tour, I have not objected. In fact, I've tried to be supportive and to encourage you in that endeavor. Although, if you wouldn't mind, I'd be much more comfortable if I could at least meet this man before you left on your tour." Denise frowned, but remembering that, as always, her mother really had her best interests at heart, she told her, "We'll be in Kingston for the first two days of the Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. If you wish, I could take Will to the Frigate for lunch the first day so you could coincidently pop in and I could introduce you to him." "I would really like that. And, I'd be happy to give you my opinion of the gentleman." To stop Denise's forthcoming protest, Annika quickly continued. "I promise that you will be free to accept or disregard any opinion I share with you, but please remember that I am a psychologist." "Thank you mother, I appreciate your offer," Denise answered in one more effort to avoid an argument. Annika grinned and continued her discourse, "I do have to admit, from what you've told me and the emails and messages you've shared with me, Will seems to be quite different from that asshole Lars." After they finished laughing at their oft-repeated little joke about the man that dumped Denise, Annika added, "Will's clearly more experienced and, I expect, more intelligent, fun, and sensual. As I'm sure you've already figured out, I like his advice to you about being open to new experiences, but I reserve judgment on his advice that you should be proud of your body and reveal more than a hint of cleavage. Don't misunderstand me. I agree with the advice and the basic reasons for it. I would just like to know in whose interest he is giving that advice, especially when he's offering to show you the hedonistic pursuits at an all-inclusive, clothing optional resort." * * * * * Wednesday, Denise completed the arrangements to take a second successive week of unpaid vacation. It turned out to be far less difficult than she had imagined it would be. Just as when she'd scheduled her first week off, the assistant accountant explained since she wasn't taking any classes during the summer she would be happy to work the extra hours and collect the extra salary. Nor did the office manager, their boss, object to their plans. He had hired both girls because they were capable and polite, but primarily because they were both pleasant looking. He hated dealing with finances and he wanted to have someone in the accounting department who was both competent and attractive, so he would have something to look forward to whenever he had to go into the small office next to his to resolve an accounting or financial problem. When Denise went to his office and to ask him if she could take a second week off, he stared at her cleavage and smiled, happy that she'd finally stopped wearing sweatshirts or buttoning her blouses up to her neck. He agreed to her request, but reemphasized that although it didn't matter to him which girl was working, whoever was there had to be available to answer any questions he might have and had to stay up-to-date with the accounts. That evening, during their Internet chat, Denise informed Will, "I have arranged to take off a second week and I am looking forward to having you show me "Your Jamaica." In addition to the previously arranged nine days off for my Jamaican Beauties Jaunt (Friday June 10 until Saturday June 18), I've extended my time off from work through Sunday June 26." Will replied, "I am ecstatic to hear that you will be joining me for my weeklong vacation at two North-shore resorts. Let me reiterate, you do not have to worry about the costs during our week at the two all-inclusive hotels. I will select all our activities and cover all of our expenses during the Hedonistic Pursuits Vacation." Denise paused for a moment, wondering what would be included in "all our activities" but decided to take her mother's advice and focus her energies on enjoying her week as a tourist at a North shore resort. The next day, Will booked his flights to and from Kingston and three nights at the first all-inclusive resort. Although the resort was generally conventional, it had a liberal attitude toward topless sun bathing. He next booked four nights at a second resort that offered a designated clothing-optional pool and beach as well as a conventional swimming pool, beach, and facilities, which they could use and enjoy in case Denise was unable or unwilling to overcome her inhibitions. He then booked two nights in the Jamaican Pegasus Hotel in Kingston at the end of his vacation. His first reason was that the best flights (those with first class accommodations) between Dallas and Kingston via Miami arrived Friday morning, the first day of Denise's tour, but did not depart until the Monday morning after his vacation. Moreover, it would give him two days to do more touring in Kingston if he wished, or, if things worked out between them, to take his tour guide out for farewell drinks, dinner, and perhaps dancing. Will emailed Denise the details of his flights and the dates and generic information about the resorts he'd picked—he didn't want her to be concerned. However, because he wanted to surprise her, Will did not let Denise know that he'd booked suites with separate bedrooms. Nor did he tell her that both resorts had both clothed and clothing-optional beaches, so she would have the option of going clothed, topless, or nude, depending on the lengths to which she was willing to go in order to prove to him she was no longer inhibited. * * * * * A Fitting Revelation Thursday after work, Denise went shopping for some new clothes for work and her vacation with Will. Ever since the progressive challenges, she'd given up her usual sweatshirts, jeans, and sneakers and had begun wearing short skirts, revealing blouses, and heels to work. Because She'd accepted Will's offer to spend a week in hedonistic pursuits, she wanted to be sure that her clothes would be appropriate not only for her tour of Jamaica, but also for a week at a North-shore, clothing-optional resort. Denise didn't think she'd actually could, but she wanted to try to look like an American or British tourist on vacation. She returned to the three stores her mother had shown her when she was looking for clothes for the Progressive Challenges and when they'd gone shopping for clothes a month earlier. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 07 It took her several hours but she found four blouses, a couple of skirts, two dresses, and two pairs of heels she liked. However, later at home that evening, when she was trying on the newly purchased clothes, she noticed that although the clothes looked nice on her, they didn't stand out as similar items did on the models at the Internet websites she'd visited for ideas. She didn't just want revealing or risqué clothes, she wanted clothes that would force Will to take notice. She wanted him to compliment her for her uninhibited dress and behavior. Friday morning during her workout, Denise called Max and asked her if she would have time that afternoon to measure a dozen skirts and blouses for alterations as needed. Max told her it would be her pleasure and that Denise could come in just after lunch, which would allow Max the rest of the afternoon to measure and fit Denise's clothes. Denise next called her mother and asked if she could come over for the weekend, Annika was ecstatic and agreed. After her daily workout, Denise gathered all her new clothes, along with anything else she thought would be revealing enough to wear on her tour and vacation, and packed them in a big duffle bag along with several pairs of heels. As they enjoyed a their lunch of reheated Run Down—a mackerel stew with coconut milk, yam, tomato and other seasonings—and refried dumplings, Annika was excited to hear that Denise had arranged to go on Will's Hedonistic Pursuits Vacation, and had even purchased some new clothes to wear on her tour and the vacation. She was even more elated to hear that Denise was going to have Max alter her clothes so they'd fit better and be more revealing. After lunch, a couple of glasses of wine, and a conversation with her mother, Denise walked to Max's Haberdashery carrying a duffle bag full of her new clothes. She wore a simple dress she'd borrowed from her mother. It was a classic white front buttoning Jamaican housedress, with red madras bandana ruffled sleeves and a red madras bandana drawstring under her breasts. Denise had undone the buttons from her neck down to the drawstrings and from the hem just above her knees up to mid-thigh. Her mother often wore the dress around the neighborhood and Denise agreed with her mother that she would wear the dress in the manner her mother preferred. In addition, at Max's request for the fitting, she wore four-inch heeled sandals and nothing else other than the duffle bag and her small clutch purse. Walking toward the neighborhood business section, Denise understood why her mother preferred this casual outfit. It was light and unbuttoned as it was it was very cool, especially without under garments. It felt sensual as the warm material brushed against her thighs, nipples, buttocks, and occasionally her recently shaved labia. Denise also noticed that the bounces and jiggles of her breasts when she walked were quite evident under the thin and loose fitting material. She laughed as she realized that a pull on the drawstring would easily untie the bow holding the dress closed, and even though there were still some buttons in their buttonholes, without the drawstrings pulled tightly around her chest the dress would open and reveal most of her body. To her surprise, amazement, and then delight, she seriously considered pulling the drawstring as she walked down the busiest street in the Melbourne district of Kingston. * * * * * Upon entering Max's Haberdashery, Denise hugged and kissed Max. Max suggested they have some tea before going to work on Denise's wardrobe. Denise accepted and as Max prepared the tea, Denise explained that her planned tour with Will, her second week with Will at a clothing optional resort, and her certainty that Will was planning a dare or a contest to allow her to prove she was indeed uninhibited, were the reasons behind her asking for the alterations to her wardrobe. As they each enjoyed a cuppa, Denise asked how Max was coming along with the modification of a vest Denise had worn in a previous Road March and wanted to wear as part of her revealing tourist guide outfit with alterations that would allow her to easily adjust it to be even more revealing. Max explained she would be finished with it in about two weeks, about the same time as the other clothes Denise had brought in for fitting. When they'd finished their teas and walked to the back of the shop, Denise, after announcing she wanted Max to alter the clothes she'd brought so they fit properly while revealing as much as would be legal, offered, "You can start by removing the top two, three, or four buttons on every blouse. In addition, I want the clothes to be easy to open or remove, so I'd like you to replace the buttons with snaps or Velcro, and to reinforce and lengthen the tie-strings so I can easily tie them into a simple bow and, more importantly untie them." When they reached the fitting area, Denise retrieved her notebook computer from the duffel bag and showed Max images of some of the Internet outfits she'd ordered or that were similar to the clothes she recently purchased in New Kingston. As they reviewed the images they discussed ideas on how Max could alter the clothes so they'd fit perfectly while revealing as much of Denise's body as legal and possible. When Denise wondered if perhaps she should model each piece of clothing, Max insisted she do so. While Denise modeled her clothes and Max took measurements and marked them for alteration, at Max's insistence, Denise again shared the story of her experience with Michelle in the Quad nightclub. Once Max finished marking all of Denise's clothes for alteration, she asked Denise to explain some things she didn't understand. "What don't you understand?" Denise asked. "Well, I wasn't clear about how you were able to stand up on the barstool. Maybe you could use this stool to show me how you could expose yourself to the camera and how Michelle was able to kneel between your legs and lick your pussy." Denise giggled at Max's naiveté as she, wearing only her heels, climbed onto the stool. "So how were you seated? How were you able to stand up so Michelle could photograph you while you exposed your privates?" Max asked, trying her best not to laugh. Denise hooked her heels on the stool's footrest, spread her feet as far apart as she could, stood up, and proudly announced, "As you can see, I'm fully exposed. That's how I was posed when Michelle took the picture." Max stepped between Denise's legs facing her and asked, "And is this how she sucked your nipples," as she leaned forward, cupped one breast, and suckled the nipple of the other. "Yes, yes! That's how she did it," Denise cried out. Max knelt in front of Denise, breathed on her fully exposed vulva, and asked, "And is this how she licked your quim?" At that moment, Max's tongue explored the recesses of Denise's vulva and tasted her wetness. Max continued for several minutes until Denise, having experienced too many orgasms to count, begged her to stop, to which Max told her, "If you'll return the favor while I sit on the stool, I'll relent, otherwise, I won't stop until you fall off this stool." "Oh please. I'll do it. I'll gladly do it, just don't make me have any more orgasms. Please!" Max stood and helped Denise climb down from the stool and directed her, "Come with me. We'll go to my apartment and you can sit on my couch, watch me get undressed, and then enjoy a glass of wine while you recover. Then, I'm going to take you to my bed so we'll be comfortable as you reciprocate the pleasures I just gave you." "Oh yes! That sounds wonderful," Denise cheered, "As long as you promise you won't give me another orgasm." Max grinned and half-heartedly promised, "Not for the next thirty minutes anyway." Denise grabbed her clutch bag and followed Max up the backstairs to her apartment. As they climbed the stairs, Max suggested, "Why don't you call Mistress Annika and tell her you're having dinner with me and won't be back to their place until tomorrow morning. Unless, you'd rather not stay with me?" "I'm all yours," Denise giggled as she pulled out her cell phone to call her mother. * * * * * Submissive Revelation Max called Denise Wednesday morning and let her know the alterations would be finished Friday afternoon. She asked Denise if she would mind coming in for the final fittings. When Denise explained she was unsure of her schedule Max volunteered, "Why don't you come in around closing time Friday, say four-thirty? That way we won't be interrupted and we can take as much time as we need to do the final fittings." Friday afternoon after her workout, Denise drove to her mother's for a late lunch and a chat. Having finished lunch, Denise refilled her wine glass and took a large sip before she announced, "Mother, I have a confession. Last month when you sent Max to talk with me about my lesbian experience, we ended up having one ourselves." "Yes. I thought that might happen. Max is a natural submissive and she's very sensual and such a sexual being. Besides, she has always liked you. In addition to being your best friend when you were younger, she took on the role of your older sister." "She is again. We renewed our friendship, we're best friends again, but with a few sexual additions," Denise tittered. "So you and Max are not only best friends, you're also lovers?" "Yes, and before you ask, I'm enjoying our sex and our time together. I'm happy with our relationship." "Good," Annika declared as she raised her glass and toasted, "Then here's to good friends and good sex!" "Here, here!" Denise toasted as they tapped their wine glasses together. "So, will you be having dinner with us tonight?" Annika asked. "I hope not! I'm hoping to spend the night with Max," Denise answered as she again tittered. * * * * * Just after four o'clock Denise walked to Max's Haberdashery where she spent two hours trying on the clothes Max had altered for her. Max again insisted that Denise, as she had when she brought the clothes in to have them tailored, wear only her dress and heels, and not wear any undergarments. Denise again borrowed her mother's classic Jamaican housedress and wore it unbuttoned with the drawstring under her breasts loosely tied. As Denise tried on the first set of clothes, Max explained, "I've altered your clothes to perfectly fit your body. You will need to watch what you eat because there is very little give in the clothes. Your blouses and vest will fit perfectly over your large breasts and cling tightly around your waist, making your breasts appear enormous. Your skirts and dresses will flair out at your hips and fit your shapely buttocks perfectly. It will look as if you painted your clothes onto your body." Most of the clothes were perfect, although a few required some additional alterations that Max said she would take care of during the week, adding that none of the changes would require another fitting. The last item Max brought out was the tour guide vest. Several weeks earlier Denise asked Max if she still had one of the white butler's vests, with a deep U-shaped front opening and a thin collar, they'd worn as part of the 2008 Bacchanal Dreams Road March. Max found the vests and let Denise borrow one. When Denise returned it, she asked if she could buy it and have Max alter it with several darts in the bust so it would fit around the curves of her bosom without altering its intended shape. When Max agreed to do it, Denise asked if she would also cut the eight inch waistband with six buttons down to a two-inch band with a Velcro closure sewn into the waist front so her midriff would be bared, and dye the vest scarlet. Denise tried on the vest and it was a perfect fit. With help from Max, she adjusted the front closure so the vest held her breasts up and together and the deep U-shaped opening exposed her to the breastbone and the collared lapels framed her cleavage. As long as she wasn't animated, the vest contained her breasts and covered her areolas. It was better than Denise had hoped. When Max asked what it was for, Denise explained, "It's an idea I got from Will. It's my tour guide identifier. It's also my big surprise for Will when we meet for the first time, at the airport." Max took the vest from Denise and as she put it on the pile of fitted clothes, she informed Denise, "I'll hold on to the clothes and once I've finished the minor fitting changes I'll call you to find out whether you want them delivered to your mother's house or your apartment." Denise smiled and nodded her concurrence. Max grinned and asked, "Do you trust me?" Denise again nodded. "Will you do as I direct or instruct you to do?" Denise nodded. Max took her hand and directed her to sit on the heavy wooden worktable. When she complied, Denise saw the reflection of her naked body in six full-length mirrors that were in a semicircle at the back of the model platform Max used for fittings. "Denise, don't be afraid, just follow my instructions," Max explained. Denise smiled and nodded her head. Max ordered, "Now, spread your legs, lean back, and enjoy." Denise obeyed, watched, and enjoyed the scene as Max ravished her. As Denise experienced the joy of numerous orgasms, she also enjoyed not having to make any decision or take any action. She simply basked in her pleasure and watched the multiple reflections of Max as she satisfied Denise's sexual needs and desires. Denise remembered feeling the same way while she was doing Will's Seven Progressive Challenges. She'd constantly reminded herself that Will was responsible and in control, she didn't have to think, she just had to follow his instructions. He'd promised he would never put her in danger and Andrew and Jackson where there to protect her. She had been free to enjoy herself. Now, with Max, she was again free to enjoy herself. "Oh! Max, I'm coming again," Denise cried out, as she smiled, spread her knees, and lifted her hips off the table giving Max complete access to her pussy. Recovering from another orgasm, Denise smiled to herself as she enjoyed her pleasure and her freedom. She knew that this was a freedom and an experience she wanted to continue to enjoy. As Denise was recovering, Max smiled at her and announced, "Why don't you stay here while I go lock up the shop?" Max walked toward the front door and Denise suddenly realized and shouted, "You left the door unlocked? I was naked. Anyone could have walked in on us." Max shouted over her shoulder, "Aren't you excited, now that you know?" Denise paused, considered Max's question, and realized, "Oh yes. I am excited, I can feel my heart beating, I'm flushed, and my quim is wet and tingly." Max, returning from locking the door, informed her friend, "Now, imagine how exciting it would have been, knowing all along that the door was unlocked, that anyone could have walked in on us, seen you naked as I licked your pussy, watched as your body shuttered as you enjoyed your orgasms." "Oh God Max. I don't know if I find that horrifying or titillating," Denise confessed. Max stepped between Denise's thighs, put her index finger between Denise's labia, and after she kissed her, said, "Based on your sodden cunt, I'd go with titillated." Denise lost control, lifted her butt off the worktable forcing Max's finger into her vagina, and begged, "Max please!" Max knelt between Denise's thighs and with her lips touching Denise's labia told her friend, "I didn't lock the door. I just hung the closed sign." Denise shuttered, but before she could move Max put her lips over her clitoris, shoved her tongue between her labia, and again performed cunnilingus on her best friend. Denise was initially worried about someone walking in on then, but that ended with the beginnings of her oncoming orgasm, one that started in her clitoris, moved into her vagina, up into her belly, to her nipples, and then washed her entire body in a mind-numbing warmth and a body-shaking orgasm. Max continued performing cunnilingus on her friend, who was again too excited to worry about someone ignoring the sign on the door and walking in on them. Max did not stop ministering to the sexual needs and desires of her friend until Denise fell back on the worktable, too exhausted to care if anyone would walk in on her. Her breasts rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. She laid there unable to move as the juices of uncountable orgasms dripping onto her thighs and the table. She was exhausted from her uncountable, frequent, and overwhelming orgasms. While Denise laid on the table, Max stood between her legs, with her hands on Denise's thighs, and explained, "You have just enjoyed the heightened experience of public sex, exhibitionist sex. How did you like it?" "Max, you are a wonderful lover, but that was... the most incredible experience of my life." Max leaned forward and suckled first Denise's left and then her right nipple, each time causing Denise to shutter, before she looked at her friend, whose eyes were just beginning to open, and told her, "If you are satisfied I am pleased and happy. Now, promise me you won't move, no matter what happens." Denise thought for only a second, before answering, "Even if I wanted to move, I couldn't." "Good, I'll be right back," Max told her. Denise heard Max walking across the shop floor and up the stairs in the back and began to worry, "What if someone were to walk into the shop? What would I do? What would I tell them?" Denise began giggling as she considered her options, "I'd have to tell them the truth. My best friend was giving me the best sex of my life and then left me here, too exhausted to move." When Max returned, she placed two glasses of wine on the table and asked, "Why are you giggling?" Denise told her about her thoughts of being caught lying on the table, and the explanation she'd decided she would have to offer, and Max began laughing with her. Later, after they had both enjoyed their glass of wine, Denise demanded that Max undress, sit on the worktable, and let her return the favor. Max suggested, "Why don't I lock up the store first?" Denise told her friend, "No, I want you to enjoy the heightened experience of public sex." Max obliged, and enjoyed the experience of having her best friend bring her to the edge of, and then completely into the experience of multiple orgasms, knowing anyone could walk in on her as she was fully exposed on the worktable and would be unable to do anything except shudder as she continued to orgasm. After Max begged Denise to stop and recovered her senses, she asked Denise, "If you'd like to, I could make us dinner. I could call Mistress Annika and let her know where you are." "It won't be necessary to call my mother. I told her I planned to spend the night with you, but dinner sounds wonderful. I'm famished," Denise chirped as she handed Max her wine glass, took Max's free hand, and ignoring the front door and their nudity, drug Max up the stairs that led to her apartment above the haberdashery. * * * * * Relations Revelation In her apartment's kitchen, Max refilled their wine glasses before she quickly prepared a light dinner for the two of them. After they'd snacked and enjoyed the wine, Max led Denise into her living area and sat next to her on the small sofa. "I had a reason for wanting you to stay the night, other than to have sex, and share our friendship and love," Max confessed. "Okay, what was it?" "Your father said I should fully explain my relationship with him and your mother," Max explained. Denise wondered aloud, "Did father know you would be asking me to spend the night with you? Did he already know about our relationship?" Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 07 Max bowed her head and answered, "Yes, he's known we are lovers since our first weekend at your apartment. If you'll let me explain my relationship with him and your mother, I think... I hope you will understand." Denise responded, "I'm a little upset and angry, but I'll reserve any judgment until you've finished your explanation." "Thank you," Max said with her head still bowed. Denise suddenly remembered and reminded Max, "When I asked about the club you told me a story indicating it would be better if I didn't know, nor try and learn, about my parents' activities." "That was my advice. However, your father thinks you should hear about my relationship with your mother and him from me," Max said apologetically and added, "He also told me to tell you you're your mother will answer any questions you might have as a result of my revelations, and Mistress Annika concurred." "Okay, I'll take mother up on that promise when I see her. Now, why don't you go ahead and explain your relationship with my parents," Denise almost demanded. Max took a gulp of her wine, thought for a minute, and explained, "I want to start from the beginning, and although you know much of it, I'd appreciate it if you didn't interrupt and just let me tell you my story. Afterwards, I will sit here with you all night if necessary and answer every question you might have. Is that acceptable?" Denise held her right hand out palm up, nodded, and said, "Please, proceed." "You know much of the story, but I want to repeat it because it's important that you understand. When I was two years old, both my parents were working long hours to make a success of the haberdashery. They often worked late into the evening to make promised alterations to the clothing they'd sold. Your parents were good friends with mine and your mother offered to watch me. She'd finished school and was already looking after your sisters and you. I became friends with your sisters and remained their friend until they went off to live at the private school. That's when I became your friend and you looked to me as your sisters' replacement. I happily took on the role of your older sister. I also liked your parents, and we all got along as a family." Denise smiled at her many fond memories of Max serving as her surrogate big sister. "When I started secondary school I'd already begun working at the haberdashery and was spending less time with you. My father taught me the haberdasher and tailoring trades, with the hopes that I would one day take over his business and he and mother could spend more time together." Denise nodded and whispered, "Yes, I remember." Max continued her story, "My parents and yours were, and have remained, very good friends. They all belong to and are officers of the Melbourne Calypso Dance Association. They are long-time members of a very special and private club. It was your parents' and my parents' urging, that convinced me to try out for the Bacchanal dance troupe. All of them talked to me about it ever since I started secondary school. When I graduated secondary I applied and was accepted into the troupe." Denise, remembering when she joined the Melbourne Calypso Dance Association's Bacchanal dance troupe and she and Max renewed their friendship, smiled, and nodded her understanding. "After I was accepted to the Bacchanal troupe, my father and mother and your parents told me about their private club and urged me to consider joining. I learnt it had always been my father's wish that I become a member of his club. When my mother and your mother explained it to me, I found the whole idea of being a member of the club fascinating, intriguing, and appealing. So at my twentieth birthday I asked my father if he would sponsor me as I pleaded to become a candidate to the club and, happily for us both, a week later, I was accepted as a free submissive." "To be sure I understand, when you refer to the club, are you referring to my father's private club?" "It is a private club, and your father belongs to it, but it's not HIS club. It's a place where people go to safely engage in their preferred forms of sexual activities without fear of arrest or ostracism." Denise simply stared at Max. Max took a sip of wine and looked to Denise, before asking, "Do you have any questions you want me to answer before I continue?" "I don't think I fully understand what you're telling me, but since you're willing to give me an answer, I have an old question. Why do you call father master?" Max considered her response for a moment before she explained, "Your father is what is commonly referred to as a Dominate, or a Master. A Dominate is someone that enjoys controlling others sexually and socially. A submissive, such as your mother and myself, is someone that allows, actually enjoys, having a Dominate control them sexually and socially. Your mother serves her Master, your father, in the club and, by consent, wherever else he wishes. She wears the clothes he desires and exposes herself to whomever he wishes. She willingly provides him sexual gratification whenever, wherever, and however he wants. In short, she does whatever he asks, without question." Denise finally realized what her mother had meant whenever she'd tried to explain her relationship with her husband, Denise's father. Suddenly another truth registered and Denise blurted out, "That's why she dresses and behaves the way she does. It's what father wants her to do!" Max smiled at her and answered, "Exactly!" Remembering her chats with Will, Denise had an epiphany and exclaimed to herself, "Will was right. He understands!" Because Denise did not ask a question, Max continued her explanation, "I was your mother's gift to your father for his fifty-fifth birthday. That means, that along with your mother, I am his sexual and social submissive. I will let your mother explain her reasons for serving your father. As for me, I willingly serve your father because it is my nature to be submissive, especially to men, and I've always liked being with your father and mother, they are my second parents and my good friends." Denise, still stunned with the realization of what it actually meant for her mother to be her father's sexual and social submissive, was now flabbergasted as she began to understand what it meant for her mother to give Max to her father. She was so stunned that she blurted her statement as if it were a question, "Mother gave you to father?" "Yes, several years after I joined the club, your mother was looking for a free female submissive who would be willing to become her birthday gift to your father—to be his submissive. I immediately volunteered and happily, she selected me. At the Club meeting on the Saturday of your father's birthday, I pleaded to become his submissive and he accepted me. I've been pleased to serve your father, and therefore your mother, in that capacity ever since." Denise's jaw hung down as her shock and amazement consumed her. She was too dazed to decide what question to ask next. Max, assuming Denise either did not have, or could not formulate a question, asked, "Did that answer your question, or did it create more?" "Let me see, how about these!" Denise finally announced, "First, what exactly do you mean by sponsor, plead, and most importantly, submissive? Second, what specifically goes on in the club? And, finally, please explain how and why you were willing to become my mother's gift to my father, to become his sexual submissive?" "Okay, let me first explain the terms you mentioned one at a time," Max requested. Denise nodded. Max began, "The first word you mentioned you wanted to know about was sponsor. Because the club is private, in order to become a member you must apply and be accepted. It helps if a club member sponsors your candidacy for membership, especially if your sponsor is a well-known member or an officer of the club, and both of our fathers are well-known and have been, currently are, and probably will again be officers in the club." Denise nodded her understanding. "When you apply for membership to the club you are considered a candidate for membership, while you await approval or denial of your request. During that period you wear a rhinestone star on your coat lapel or the upper chest of your shirt or blouse to show the other members that you are a candidate and not a full member of the club." "I think I understand what you're telling me," Denise informed her, having forgotten about Max's Christmas gift. "You also asked about plead. When someone applies to become a member candidate or to change their status in the club, they must plead their case or request to the general membership and, in specific cases, the person with whom they wish to change their status." Denise nodded, although she was confused as to why someone would have to plead a case to a person and what status he or she would want to change. Max turned toward Denise before continuing, "Okay, the last one is a little complex and it might make more sense if I told you about the club and then answered any questions you have." "Okay, I guess that makes sense," Denise replied as she turned to face Max. Max took a sip of her wine before she explained, "The club has been in existence for over seventy years and my parents have been members since the early 1970's. Your parents have been members since 1975, just before they got married. It is a private, members only club for several reasons, the most important is that it permits members to engage in activities that are often frowned upon or not considered acceptable behavior by the general population." "What kind of activities?" Denise wondered aloud. "First of all, almost all forms and types of sex, including public sex, sex with other couples or at least with a member of another couple, sex with multiple partners, homosexual sex, group sex, and on and on." "My parents are members of a sex club?" Denise asked no one in particular. "As am I and my parents," Max added. Denise held out her right hand to stop Max, "Mother hinted at it, but it didn't make sense. I didn't comprehend what she was telling me at the time. Let me be sure I understand it now. You're telling me that you are father's sexual submissive?" "You asked earlier, how and why was I willing to become your mother's gift and your father's submissive? The answer is, as I've told you before, I am a submissive by nature, and I am happiest when others dominate me, especially in sexually related areas. The fact is, I've been pleased to be a sexual submissive to your father for almost five years. I also serve your mother, because she is your father's primary submissive." "When you say you serve them, you mean that you have sex with my father AND my mother?" an extremely incredulous Denise exclaimed. "Yes, I help your mother keep your father satisfied. In common vernacular, your father has stamina, he's a champion, he's a grindsman, in fact, and he's practically insatiable. Your mother and I often take turns fucking and cleaning him until he reaches his agony. Many times, he jooks one of us while he bows the other." Denise understood and spoke patois, but she wasn't very familiar with much of the sex slang. She mentally worked though Max's patois expressions, "Okay, I know stamina refers to someone with sexual endurance, a champion is someone that's extraordinary on the dance floor and in bed, and a grindsman's someone that's great in bed. And, if I put the rest into context I think cleaning is oral sex, agony is a reference to a person's feeling during an orgasm, jook means to poke or to have sex, and to bow someone is to perform cunnilingus." As each of her thoughts registered, Denise's eyes widened and finally realizing what Max was telling her, she cried out, "Oh my God! You and mother have sex... with each other... AND with father. I don't want to even think about that!" "Yes, and at the club, we frequently participate in demonstrations with your father in which he puts us on display, masturbates us manually or with vibrators, or spanks, paddles, or flogs us. Occasionally, we do shows for him or, at his request, for other club members in which we dance, strip, and have sex together, usually on a dance floor sometimes on a stage. "You two get naked and have sex together at the club, whilst other members watch! But, your parents are members of the club. What do they think, what do they say to you?" "They are happy that I am doing something I enjoy and they are proud that I serve my Master so well." "I'm just overwhelmed. I don't know what to say or to ask," Denise told her as she slumped back into the sofa and tried to put the entire conversation out of her mind. "We can talk about it later," Max whispered as she alternately suckled Denise's left and right nipples before running her thumb between the shaved, flush folds of Denise's pussy. Still whispering, Max offered, "For now, you don't have to do anything except relax and let your submissive best friend take care of your needs." Denise immediately responded by lifting her butt off the small couch to permit Max's fingers to slip between her folds and touch her already sodden vulva. Max giggled, took Denise's hand, helped her up from the sofa, and led her to the bedroom. * * * * * Lifestyle Revelation Saturday afternoon, after she'd prepared and enjoyed a light lunch with her daughter, Annika refreshed their wine glasses and asked Denise if they could talk. When her daughter nodded, Annika asked, "You've been asking about your father's club. Are you still interested in learning about the club?" Denise's eyes opened wide as she told her mother, "Yes! I'd like to know about the club. Max has told me a little bit about it. But, I want to know what you like about it, how often you go, and exactly what you and father do whilst you're there. Finally, I'd like to have some idea what to expect when father takes me there." "So you asked him to take you to the club?" Annika inquired with evident excitement. Denise looked down and confessed, "Not yet, but I'm planning to at dinner." Annika explained, "Alright, then I'll be happy to tell you about it. However, I'd first like to give you some history, some perspective. If you don't mind?" Denise nodded her consent and Annika continued, "A couple of weeks before we were married, your father and I went before the club's members and pleaded our desire to join the club. Fortunately, Carolyn and Max Cunningham sponsored us and the club accepted our candidacies. We were soon accepted as members and we've been active in the club ever since. In fact, your father is currently the Club Treasurer." "Okay, but exactly what is the club and what do you do there?" Denise wondered aloud. "Let me see. There are many aspects of the club. It has an exceptionally fine restaurant, a wonderful bar with an excellent dance floor; in fact, you could call it a nightclub, much like the Quad. Once every week or so your father and I have dinner, or go drinking, dancing, and play around a little bit." "And that's all there is? A restaurant and a nightclub?" "There's a lot more to the club, but I think you're missing a key aspect, the primary reason for the club. Because it's private, the members don't have to worry about complaints from other guests or bouncers. They are free to enjoy themselves, to be completely uninhibited." "What do you mean by completely uninhibited?" "Well, for instance, if your father told me to, I could strip whilst we danced and no one would bother us." "No one would object to you being naked?" "That's correct. The club's members are all generally of a like mind. Within the confines of the club, they are free to participate in any consensual activities they wish. None of the members will object to what other members wish to do. Furthermore, the club members may watch or participate in any of the club's activities they wish." "That sounds interesting," Denise observed with a grin, then frowned and asked, "But again, is that all there is to the club?" "I think I see what you mean. Just think how easy it would have been for you to accomplish the Seven Progressive Challenges, had you been a member of the club." Denise smiled and nodded. Annika frowned, and noted, "But that would have been cheating. I'm proud and happy that you completed your challenges honestly. Now, let's get back to the club. There's also an excellent gym in the basement, with all the latest equipment, a sauna, steam room, and several spas. And there's a small theater where members and sometimes special guests put on exotic or erotic shows and demonstrations." "That's interesting; do you and father go to many of the shows?" "A few, but usually your father has Max and I put on shows, although he will occasionally do a show with me," Annika smiled, but without pause, she continued, "And there are numerous public and private demonstration rooms and several very nice guest rooms. If your father and I think we might imbibe too much or want to enjoy ourselves, he'll reserve a guest room and we'll spend the night at the club." "Okay, you can reserve a guest room and spend the night, but you also mentioned that there were numerous public and private demonstration rooms. What are they for?" Occasionally your father asks Max and me to put on a little show. And, every other month or so Max or I will ask your father to put on a demonstration with one or both of us in one of the club's public rooms." "What kind of shows, what kind of demonstrations?" "Generally a demonstration of an exotic or erotic nature. However, you don't need to worry about it; it will all become apparent to you when you visit the club. Your father would be delighted to explain everything about the club should you express an interest in joining. In fact, he will insist that you be fully aware and accepting of all of the club's activities before he would even consider sponsoring your application, should you want to join." "I admit that I'm intrigued," Denise replied, her mind clearly focused on the club and not her mother. "Good, then tonight why don't you ask your father if he would invite you to the club?" Annika asked her daughter, although they both knew it was an order. "I will," Denise consented, and added, "Now, I have some other questions." "Okay, what do you want to know?" "Let me explain that I've not only talked with Max about the club, but also about her relationship with father and you. I'd like to hear from you, I'd like to get your explanation of what's going on between father, Max, and you. Oh, yes! I'm specifically curious about Max's allusions to you having had lesbian experiences. And finally, what did you mean when you said father has Max and you put on shows at the club?" "Alright, I will address all of your questions, but let me start with the last one, regarding Max and me doing shows at the club. The answer to that will become apparent and make much more sense once your father takes you on a tour of the club. Therefore, the sooner you ask him the sooner you'll have your answer. Okay?" "Not really, but, I'll abide by your request. I promise that tonight I will ask father to take me to his club. Now, what about the rest of my questions? Why don't we start with the reason Max calls father and you, master and mistress, remembering that I know it's more than a game you play at the club." "Alright, if you are sure you want to know, I'll try to explain everything to you." "Mother! I want to know. Again, I've already talked with Max about it. Which reminds me, I also want to know why everyone has been so reticent to talk to me about the club. Please, explain it to me." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 07 Annika took a sip of her wine and thought before answering, "At the club and often away from it, your father and I enjoy a Dominate and submissive relationship. Your father is the dominant; he takes the superior role in our relationship. He is the Master in our relationship. He is my Master. I am his submissive; I have the subordinate role in our relationship." Denise took a deep breath as if to speak. "Please don't interrupt, let me finish before you ask your questions." Denise nodded. "We established, that is, your father and I agreed to those roles before we were married. In fact, calling them roles is misleading. I am... I enjoy... I want to be submissive or subservient to your father, and he wants and enjoys being my Master. I strive to have him constantly feel that way." Denise couldn't hold back her questions and asked, "At the club, sexually, in public, all the time?" Ignoring that her daughter had interrupted, Annika explained, "Yes, pretty much. I am willingly submissive to your father, at the club, where it is a normal and accepted role. Sexually, because that is the primary driver in my submissiveness. Yes, in public. No, not all the time. Your father has established criteria, that is, situations where he wants and expects me to behave as an equal. At times, we switch, I become the Dominate in our relationship, but those are rare, I do not like that role. I prefer being submissive to your father." "I'm still confused, but let me tell you what I think I understand. Max calls father Master, because that is not only his role in your relationship; it is his role in her relationship with him. You are both submissive to father. What I don't understand is: how does that work?" "Let me give you a little background that might help you understand. As I mentioned, and I expect she has already told you, Max is a member of the club. Her mother and father have been members for many years. They invited your father and me to join the club and sponsored our membership. Your father and Max, the elder, have always loved the club and, to be fair, so have Carolyn and I. Back in the early days, Max and your father constantly talked about how they looked forward to sponsoring their sons' membership into the club." Denise blinked and interrupted, "But, they don't have sons. They only have daughters. Max, my sisters, and me." "That's correct, they were just being men. You know, they wanted heirs, they wanted to continue the family lineage, but it was mostly bluster, man-talk. They both absolutely adore their daughters. I can't imagine either Max or your father being any happier than they are with being fathers to Max and you." "So what happened to their dreams of sponsoring their sons' memberships?" "Max's dream came true. He sponsored Maxine's membership. She petitioned for membership on her twentieth birthday and has been a member ever since. She is active in the club, often serving as a hostess and occasionally taking potential members on tours of the club." "If having his daughters join the club was so important to him, why hasn't father ever mentioned it?" "Whenever your father or I brought it up, your sisters expressed distaste for the social aspects of the club, and you... well you never seemed receptive to anything related to any of the areas of interest that are the basis for the club." "What do you mean? In small words and plain English, please." "Denise, I thought you understood when I told you that the club is a place where the uninhibited go to have fun without fear of reprisal." Confused, Denise simply stared. Annika smiled at her daughter's naiveté before explaining, "In an over simplification, you might say it's a place where people can engage in their sexual fantasies. A club in which the members willingly participate in various forms of sexual behavior, such as the Dominate and submissive roles your father and I employ during our sexual encounters. As members of the club, we have the freedom to play out our roles without fear of ostracism. Everyone in the club is aware of my relationship with your father and they allow us to act out our chosen roles with one another. Just as we allow the other members to act on their various sexual desires and fantasies." "I'm not sure I understand what you mean or what is included in those various sexual desires and fantasies, but what you've told me gives me a starting point. I think it's going to take me quite some time to comprehend all that you've told me and what it all means." "Dee-Dee, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to confuse you. But, again, I believe that if you will go to the club and see what happens there, it would help you put everything in place." "Okay, then I'll make a point of asking father to take me to the club and to give me a tour." "Good! He'll be so pleased." "But what about Max? Why does she refer to father as Master when you're outside the club?" Denise questioned. "We have a relationship that continues outside of the club. Max is a submissive to your father, and occasionally to me. But, it might be better if you asked her your questions regarding her relationship with your father and me," Annika informed her daughter in as calm a tone as she could muster. "When I asked her, Max told me she did not want to have secrets from me, yet she believed you should tell me about your relationship. She did say I could tell you that you have her permission to tell me anything and everything you wish about her and her lifestyle choices." "In that case, I can tell you that since I gave Max to your father for his fifty-fifth birthday we have frequently included her in our sexual activities." Although she was aware of this, Denise's eyes automatically opened in horror. Annika held her hand up to stop her protest and continued, "You need to understand something, your father can frequently be sexually insatiable and it can be difficult for me to satisfy him. That is why I decided to give him another sexual partner for his birthday. I asked if anyone at the club would volunteer to be his second submissive and Max volunteered. Once, your father worked through his concerns about the relationship being somewhat incestuous—Max was like a daughter to us and she was your best friend for years—he accepted her plea and she became his birthday gift, his second submissive. Does that answer your questions?" Denise frowned as she shook her head. Annika smiled and told her daughter, "Okay, let me explain what you need to do. First, at dinner tonight, ask your father to take you on a tour of the club. Second, tell Max what I've shared with you, explain that you father and I have no secrets. Tell her we'd prefer that she share with you why she wanted to become your father's submissive and what that entails, and means to her. I think it will make more sense to you if you hear it from her perspective." Denise, her mouth agape, stared at her mother and nodded her apparent understanding. However, she had not comprehended what her mother had said. She'd already blocked most of it out, especially what her mother said about her father's sexual appetite, because it did not fit within her long established paradigm of her father, the prim and proper English gentleman. Annika smiled, although she knew Denise was overwhelmed, she was pleased that the subject was now in the open. She was hopeful that they might begin addressing the subject openly, honestly, forthrightly. She was happy with the possibility that Denise might finally come around, open up, and learn to appreciate the joys of sex. She prayed that her daughter would finally stop acting like a prude and learn to enjoy sex. * * * * * That evening during dinner with her parents, Denise asked, "Father, would you be willing to take me to your private club. And, would you also take me on a tour of the club's facilities?" Her father smiled and told his favorite daughter, "Dee-Dee I would love to do both and I will do so as soon as I can." Then with a frown he explained, "However, we recently signed contracts for major renovations to the club and the work has already begun. We're putting all new equipment into the gym. Contractors are refurbishing and replacing the tiles in the spas, sauna, steam room, and showers. We will soon update the kitchen equipment and replace the furniture in the restaurant. Our plans include expanding the stage and backstage equipment in the theater, adding booths in the back of the seating area, and replacing all of the sofas and easy chairs. Two weeks from now, we'll begin remodeling the guest and demonstration rooms. According to the last status I received, the contractors will not be finished with their work until May. So, if you don't mind, as soon as the remodeling is completed, I will send you a formal invitation to join your mother and me for dinner and a tour of the club." "I understand and look forward to your invitation. In the meantime, I'll try to make sense of everything mother shared with me this afternoon." "What was that?" Ken asked his daughter. Annika interceded, "First, for your information and understanding of the situation, at your request and with my knowledge and agreement, Max told Dee-Dee about her relationship with the two of us. This afternoon, I provided Dee-Dee an overview of our relationship inside and outside of the club. I explained that you are the Dominate and I am your submissive—sexually and otherwise." Ken grinned, turned to his daughter, and asked, "And did Max and your mother satisfy your curiosity? Or is there something more you'd like me to explain?" Denise blushed, and muttered, "Mother has explained that most of my concerns would be addressed when I saw the club and gained an understanding and appreciation of the purpose for and activities at the club." "I agree with her appraisal. As usual, you ladies seem to have everything under control. I guess my only purpose here is to serve as your escort and to provide some occasional entertainment," Ken told them both before he broke out in a big laugh. * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 08 Chapter 8 - Experiences: She experiences the joy of being submissive. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: BDSM: in this chapter, a young Jamaican woman experiences a Dominant/submissive relationship. Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter includes the story of a pair of naked Mulatto Jamaican women receiving full-body massages from an older Jamaican man. First Time: this chapter includes the tale of the first sexual encounter between an 18-year-old Jamaican female virgin and her future husband—a 24-year-old English gentleman. Interracial Love: in addition to the First Time encounter by the interracial couple above, this chapter introduces a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman, and a Caucasian American man. Lesbian Sex: this chapter continues the story of two young Jamaican women's sexual encounters. Mature: the story's primary characters are a young (27-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (41-year-old) man. Toys & Masturbation: while giving them full-body massages, a male masseuse masturbates two busty Jamaican women to orgasms. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. The author desires to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Birthday Gifts Experience Although the family seldom celebrated or exchanged gifts on birthdays, Annika decided to have a small dinner party at the Frigate Pup celebrating Denise's twenty-seventh birthday and, more importantly, her new outlook on life. After dinner and toasts to Denise's recent successes and changes, her father gave Denise what appeared to be a multiple page legal document. Denise read the title on the document, "Jamaican Beauties Jaunts. D. Johnson, Founder and President." Realizing it was the incorporation papers for her new company Denise had tears in the corner of her eyes as she ran over and hugged him. The tears flowed down her cheek when Ken kissed her and whispered so only she could hear, "I know you will make a success of your company, you have already demonstrated the skills and tenacity needed to develop and run a business. Now, please enjoy your new company and your new life." When Denise regained her composure, Annika walked over and handed her a large envelope. Looking inside, Denise saw ten or eleven pages—printouts of webpages and emails. Nine of the pages were printouts of webpages from Will's favorite website for women's clothing. Each page showed Denise posing in one of the clothing items she'd purchased from the website—three poses of her wearing each of the three items. The other two pages included a printout of an email from the website stating that she would soon receive a $100 US gift certificate and the other was a printed certificate announcing "Dee-Dee" as the winner of the February Customer Competition. Annika hugged Denise and told her, "You can register your complaint with me some other time. For now, just know you are beautiful and please enjoy your birthday party." Max waited for Denise to regain her composure before she handed her a small envelop that held an index-card sized, printed gift certificate stating, "Good for one weekend of servitude from a well-trained and highly skilled submissive." Denise looked to Max, her question clearly expressed in her eyes. Max bowed and almost whispered, "My mother said she would fill in for me at the Haberdashery this Saturday and Master Ken has offered to release me from any responsibilities this weekend. If you would wish it, I could come to your apartment Friday night after I get off work and I will happily serve you until Monday morning." Denise smiled at the thought of spending a weekend in bed with Max and replied, "That is an offer I cannot turn down. What time can you be at my apartment?" To Denise's surprise, Max turned to Ken who answered for her, "I will drop Max at your apartment Friday evening at six o'clock and I will pick her up at seven o'clock Monday morning." Denise caught herself, and attempting to show everyone she was not shocked or inhibited, calmly asked her father, "Would you like to come up for a drink when you drop off Max?" "Yes we would," her father answered before he turned to Max and asked her, "Would you bring the wine and serve it upon our arrival and have tea ready for me when I pick you up Monday morning." Denise noticed it wasn't spoken as a question and as she tried to understand that, Maxed turned to Ken, bowed her head, and requested, "May I ask a question, Sir?" Ken lifted Max's chin with his open palm, tilting her head back until she was looking into his eyes, and told her, "You are free to speak for the rest of the time we are here." Max showed a glimpse of a smile and asked, "Should I be properly dressed when I go to my mistress' apartment?" Ken grinned as he answered, "I will have Annika prepare your bag so you can change on the ride to your mistress' apartment." "Thank you sir," Max acknowledged, before she turned to Denise, and said, "Mistress, I pray you enjoy my gift to you half as much as I know I will enjoy giving it to you." Denise smiled at the thought of having the time and freedom to do anything she wanted with her beautiful, charming, and very sensual best friend. * * * * * Submissive Gift Experience Friday afternoon Max kissed her mother goodbye before leaving the Haberdashery carrying her small bag of toiletries. She quickly walked the five blocks to Annika and Ken Johnson's house. They were waiting for her on their front porch. Ken was dressed in the custom tailored black suit Annika had picked up from the Haberdashery that morning, a starched white linen shirt with long-sleeves and French cuffs with gold cuff links, and polished black loafers with sheer, black, tuxedo socks. Annika was stunning in a long black skirt with a hem that just touched the top of her black, five-inch spike-heeled, open-toed pumps. The skirt had two slits in front that revealed her legs to the top of her thighs. Max's father had designed and tailored her blouse. It was a white linen, dress shirt tailored to fit a woman's figure. It had a man's standard shirt collar, long-sleeves, and open French cuffs. There were no buttons or buttonholes in the front of the blouse; instead, a single set of spaghetti strings just below Annika's bust tied into a bow to hold the blouse closed. "You're early; I'm guessing you're looking forward to giving Denise your gift?" Ken teased as he walked Max to the car, opened the back door, and motioned for her to get inside. After helping Max and Annika into the car, Ken climbed onto the driver's seat and drove them to Denise's apartment. Looking at her in the rearview mirror, Ken instructed Max, "Annika has the wine with her in a chiller. At my request, she packed that duffle bag in the backseat for you this weekend. Go ahead and take out the harness, collar, and boots that Annika placed in the top of the bag. They will be your uniform for our small party with Denise. You can put your personal stuff into the bag." "Yes Master," Max replied with a huge smile as she began stripping off her work clothes. Ken raised his hand to get everyone's attention, and when Annika and Max looked to him, he explained, "From now, until Annika and I leave Denise's apartment, you both may dispense with formal addresses to me, you may both call me Ken, if you wish." Annika smiled and said, "Thank you, Ken." Max answered, "That is very kind of you, Sir," before she hurriedly removed her suit, folded it and slipped it into the duffle bag after withdrawing a collar, harness, and heels. As a well-trained submissive, she first buckled the black leather collar around her neck. Max next slipped on the black, six-inch stiletto heeled pumps. The last thing Max donned were her clothes, in this case a leather strapped harness. Putting her legs into the harness and pulling it up her body, she noticed it was Annika's favorite harness. The two straps around her thighs converged at the point where her legs met, pinching her labia, and pushing them outward. As a result, while she wore the harness her pussy lips would be exposed, prominent, and available to anyone she encountered. "Thank you Mistress," Max told Annika with a huge smile and a twinkle in her eye. Max was already looking forward to the evening and was excited about spending the rest of the weekend with her best friend and newest lover. Ken noted, there's a black raincoat in the backseat, please put it on when you get out of the car, I don't think you want the police to arrest you before you get to Denise's apartment. Ken stopped the car in front of Denise's apartment building and instructed the ladies, "Annika, let Max carry the chilled wine as you two go up to Denise's apartment. I will park the car and bring Max's duffle bag with me." Max jumped out of the back seat and quickly slipped Ken's raincoat over her shoulders before she opened the car door for Annika and took the wine chiller from her. The women walked proudly, side-by-side to the apartment building's entrance and up the two flights of stairs to Denise's apartment. Annika, knowing that Max wanted everything to be perfect, reached for the wine chiller saying, "I'll hold this and the raincoat for you if you'd like to properly present yourself to Denise." When Max nodded, Annika took the wine chiller and waited as Max removed the raincoat and handed it to her. Max smiled at Annika, nodded her appreciation, and knocked on the door. Denise answered on the first knock. Max, standing straight, feet spread apart, and hands clasped behind her back, smiled and announced, "Good evening Mistress, I am Max, and I am pleased to be your submissive from this moment until seven o'clock Monday morning." Denise quickly got over her shock at seeing Max in her hallway, wearing only heels, a harness that concealed nothing, a collar, and a big smile, smiled back before acknowledging the ladies, "Mother, Max, thank you for coming and please come inside." As soon as she was inside, Max retrieved the wine chiller and raincoat from Annika and asked, "Mistress, if I may be permitted, I will get everyone a glass of wine." "Do you need any help?" Denise asked politely. "Please, Mistress. It is my duty and pleasure to serve you. I will take care of everything," Max replied with a smile and a bow. Denise had spent the afternoon cleaning her apartment and arranging her chairs so everyone would have a comfortable place to sit and to place their drinks. She'd also placed several small bowls of chips and cookies on a small table in the center of the room. Gesturing to the chairs, she told her mother, "Please, sit down and relax. I'm sure Max knows where to find everything." As Annika sat down, her skirt slid to the sides revealing her legs to the top of her thighs. Seeing her mother's exposed leg and thigh, Denise blurted, "Where are you going dressed like that?" "Your father and I are having dinner with Max's parents at the new Japanese restaurant in New Kingston and then to a charity dance at the Jamaican Pegasus hotel. Why?" Before Denise could answer, Max handed her and Annika each a glass of chilled Sauvignon Blanc wine. Annika took advantage of the interruption and toasted, "To you two, may you have an enjoyable and satisfying weekend together." Denise blushed, thought to protest, and finally added, "That is a wonderful toast that will hopefully be fulfilled." As Annika and Denise finished sipping their wines, there was a knock at the door. Max quickly walked to the door asking, "Are Mistress Denise and Mistress Annika available for company?" Annika answered without thinking, "Thank you Max, yes we are." Max opened the door and announced, "Master Ken, welcome to Mistress Denise's residence. Mistresses Denise and Annika request that you please join them for a glass of properly chilled Sauvignon Blanc." Max held the door as Ken walked in, closing it only after he was clear. As Ken walked over and hugged his daughter, Max went into the kitchen and retrieved two more glasses of wine. Handing one to Ken, she inquired, "Sir, may I be permitted to make a toast?" Ken nodded for everyone. Max raised her glass and waited for the others to stand and raise their glasses before she toasted, "It has been my pleasure to serve Master Ken and Mistress Annika for almost five years and now it will be my pleasure to serve Mistress Denise. I'd like to first toast Master Ken, for understanding my needs and showing me how to fulfill them. Secondly, I'd like to thank Mistress Annika for teaching me how to serve and for sharing herself with me. And Mistress Denise, I want to thank you for allowing me to serve you and hopefully share myself with you this weekend." Ken almost shouted, "Here, here!" Once they'd all sipped their wines, Ken looked around and said to everyone, but pointedly to Max, "Please be seated." Everyone, except Max followed Ken's request. Max placed her drink on a table beside an empty chair and announced, "With your permission, I'll be right back, please continue while I'm gone." Ken nodded his consent and Max walked into the kitchen. A moment later, she returned with a dishtowel and placed it on her seat cushion before she sat down. Ken looked at her, and asked, "What was that about?" Max blushed as she explained, "I'm so excited about serving Mistress Denise for the weekend that my thighs are covered with my juices." Everyone else laughed and Max blushed and giggled. * * * * * After Ken and Annika left, Max offered, "Mistress, if you have no objection, I will put things away, clean the dishes, and prepare dinner." "I don't object to you putting everything away and cleaning the dishes, but I'd prefer that when you're done with that, we sit down with our wines and talk. I've prepared snacks and they're in the fridge," Denise countered. "Yes ma'am. Would it be alright if I finished cleaning before I refilled our wines?" Max asked as she began picking up the wine glasses and bowls of snacks and cookies. "Yes, please do, and while you're cleaning, you can start telling me how this is going to work. What will your role be this weekend, and what am I supposed to do with you?" As Max put things away and washed the dishes she explained, "I am your submissive until seven o'clock Monday morning. As your submissive, I will do anything you wish." Denise smiled, then considering what Max was offering she frowned and asked, "Anything I wish, without qualification?" Max turned to her friend and, with a serious expression, explained, "I've known you most of my life, we're friends, almost sisters, and I trust you. Yes, I will do anything you wish, without qualification. That's what it means to be submissive to a Master or Mistress." "Does that mean I'm your Mistress?" Denise wondered aloud. "Yes, that was my gift to you. I am Mistress Denise's submissive for the weekend, until Monday morning when Master Ken retrieves me." Denise suddenly understanding what Max had given and was now offering her, with as much authority as she could muster, instructed her friend and submissive for the weekend, "Thank you my beautiful submissive. Please continue cleaning, and when you are done please refill our wine glasses and join me on the sofa." Max smiled and began singing the old Calypso Rose song "Fire in Me Wire" while she went about picking up, rearranging the furniture, and washing the glasses and dishes. Denise enjoyed the rest of her wine and pondered the situation—the concept of being a Mistress. She soon determined that in order to fulfill the role of Mistress properly, she needed to understand what it was like to be a submissive. Max finished her chores, refilled their wine glasses, and sat on the sofa next to Denise. The two of them relaxed for a minute and quietly enjoyed their wines until Denise turned to Max and requested, "In order to be a proper Mistress, I think I need to understand what it means to be a submissive, and, because I'm better at learning things through experience than through lecture, I'd prefer that rather than telling me, you show me what it means to be a submissive." "That's what I'm doing Mistress, I'm being your submissive." "No, no lecture, no demonstration. Allow me to experience what it means and what it's like to be someone's submissive. Let me serve you, let me be your submissive." Max thought for a minute, nodded, and said, "By being your submissive I've agreed to do whatever you wish. Therefore, I will take the role of Mistress and let you experience what it's like to be a submissive." In that fraction of a second, Denise relived the joy she'd frequently experienced while she accomplished five of Will's progressive challenges. She recalled her subsequent promise to her mother that she would endeavor to fully enjoy her life and to make every effort to fulfill her own New Year's resolution—that she would do anything she could to have fun and enjoy her life. That memory led her to recall her recent promise to herself that she would accept and accomplish every challenge presented to her. "When can we start?" Denise asked with excitement evident in her eyes and voice. "Would now work for you?" "Yes! What should I do?" Max frowned as she explained, "Before we begin let me explain something. My Master and Mistress, your father and mother, suspecting you would want to reverse roles, ordered me not to allow you to serve as a submissive for more than a few hours. Therefore, before we begin, I request that you agree that when we get out of bed tomorrow morning we will revert to our intended roles. That I will again become Mistress Denise's submissive." "My parents gave you orders on how to behave with me?" "Not on how to behave with you and not orders. It is my understanding that your father and mother had several long discussions regarding our relationship and my serving as your submissive this weekend. They wanted to be sure that your experience would be both enjoyable and enlightening. It is my responsibility and pleasure to ensure that you enjoy our weekend together. However, your father, after consulting with your mother, provided me a couple of instructions, one of which was to not let you serve as my submissive for more than a few hours." "What are the rest of your instructions," Denise demanded angrily. "I am not at liberty to divulge that information. I can tell you that your mother and father want you to enjoy your experience as a Mistress and as a submissive. I was told to use the instructions they have given me only if necessary." Still obviously angry, Denise posed, "Why is it necessary that I limit my experience as a submissive to a few hours?" Your father suspected and your mother agreed that you would be much happier and more comfortable in the role of a submissive and would therefore not take full advantage of my gift to you. Your father told me to tell you that the roles in a Dominate and submissive relationship are intertwined; each person needs to understand the other person's role and needs. Therefore, he wanted to be sure that you would spend the majority of this weekend in the role as the Mistress of, and I quote your father with pride, the second best submissive in Jamaica." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 08 Denise considered what she'd just learned and asked, "Do you agree with father's assessment that the Dominate and submissive roles are intertwined?" Max turned to face Denise before she explained, "In order to properly serve as your submissive I have to know what you, as my Mistress, expect of me. Furthermore, there must be a great deal of trust, virtually total trust, between a submissive and a Master. Each must know that the other will not do anything that might cause them harm. For instance, that they will immediately respond and render aid if the other requests or needs it. That they each understand the needs, desires, and limits of the other. That they... well, the list goes on and on, but I think you see what I mean." As Denise considered the information Max shared with her, Max switched into the role of Mistress, frowned at Denise, and stated with authority, "With that explanation out of the way. I expect that, from this moment until tomorrow morning after she has awakened me with an orgasm, my submissive will refer to her Mistress in the proper manner." Denise paused to consider what Max had just told her, and suddenly blurted out, "I'm sorry! What should I do Mistress Max?" Grinning, Max asked, "Please answer completely and honestly, so that I can provide you the lessons, training, and experiences you say you want and need. How complete of an experience do you wish?" Denise thought for minute and explained, "Thank you Mistress Max. I wish to have every experience you typically have whilst serving as a submissive, except I wish that any sex be with you and not with my mother and father." "Is that all?" Max asked. "Yes, Mistress Max. I would be thankful if you would show me, let me experience and understand, what you and mother experience and enjoy when you serve as father's submissives. I want to understand, not only what you do, but why you wish to do it." "I think, in the time we have, I will not be able to provide you a complete experience, but I can certainly give you an introduction to serving as a submissive. To begin with, why don't we get you dressed properly—in a harness?" Denise's eyes widened when she realized Max was going to have her expose her breasts and quim. She wondered, "Can I do that again? Can I trust Max?" Then she smiled, as she remembered her chats with Will about exhibiting herself in public. How he always reminded her, "You are the one in charge of what you do. You choose to do it and you can choose to stop. No one is actually making you do anything, except your own desire to experience the thrill and to please your partner." Denise smiled, bowed, and informed Max, "Mistress, I do not have a harness." Max laughed and told her, "Since we are swapping our roles, I'm sure we can also swap our clothes. This harness should be perfect for your experience and I'm sure it will fit you; after all, it's your mother's harness. So, while you get me another glass of wine, I'll change, and then you can put on this harness." "Yes Mistress Max," Denise cheerfully agreed. When Max returned from Denise's bedroom, she was dressed in the leather mini-skirt and vest she'd worn when they went dancing at the Quad and renewed their friendship two months earlier, however, Max now wore high-heeled sandals instead of the knee-high boots she'd worn previously. Max had draped the harness over her right arm and her right hand held a pair of Denise's black, heeled sandals and the collar Max had removed from her neck. Max slapped Denise on the butt and ordered, "Strip." Denise hesitated and Max snapped, "Now, submissive Denise." Denise was startled, but complied, removing every piece of clothing without thought or further hesitation. When Denise had stripped, Max asked, "Does my submissive still have the Christmas gift I gave her?" "Yes, Mistress Max, it's in the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers," Denise replied. "Good! Put your clothes away and return with the black collar I gave you for Christmas, quickly," Max told her, calmly but with authority. Denise complied and within two minutes was standing naked before Max, erect, proud, holding the collar, and looking into her eyes as she awaited her next instruction. "You're not well trained, but you seem to have the instincts and desire to become a good submissive. If your recent willing obedience is indicative of your desire, you will please your Mistress," Max commended her. "Thank you mistress. I will try to learn my responsibilities as quickly as I can," Denise said, thanking Max for her compliment, before she remembered Max had not indicated that it was all right for her to talk. She frowned at her transgression as she stared into Max's eyes, awaiting her next instruction. Max explained, "An obedient submissive, always puts her collar on first." As Denise put the small black belt she now knew was a collar around her neck and buckled it closed, Max explained, "As a submissive you want your Mistress to know that you treasure belonging to her. That is why you will always put your collar on first. You also never wish to deprive your Mistress access to any part of your body. Remember, as a submissive, it's not yours; it's your mistress' body. That is why you will put your heels on next. When you accepted the role of submissive, you gave your mistress ownership and control of your body. You don't want to hide that beautiful, obedient, submissive body from your Mistress." Denise nodded, stepped into her heels, and smiled. Something about what Max was saying appealed to her. She couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly, but she liked the idea giving up control, she was not only looking forward to this experience, she was enjoying it. Max continued her explanation of the role of a submissive, "I have and will continue to forgive your repeated indiscretion of referring to yourself as I or me. However, as a true submissive, you should never refer to yourself as such." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress," Denise responded once she comprehended what Max meant, and remembering some dialogue in several short stories on the Internet which Will had recommended she read, added, "Your submissive is thankful for having such a considerate Mistress. This submissive is sorry she is so untrained." Max held out the harness, and laughed as she informed Denise, "You're forgiven. Although you are indeed woefully untrained, I am sure you will make up for it with your willingness to please your Mistress and your skills in cunnilingus." Denise retrieved her mother's harness from Max, held it just above the floor, stepped into it, and pulled it up her legs, over her torso, and after making sure her labia and breasts were exposed just as Max's had been, reached behind her back and with evident difficulty, buckled the harness. Max explained, "This is your mother's favorite harness because, as she says, it properly displays her best parts, her Master's favorite parts. Your mother is never happier than when she's pleasing her Master, your father." Denise nodded and was surprised to realize that she actually hoped the harness was properly displaying her parts to her Mistress. Max nodded and ordered, "Submissive Denise, your mistress wishes to relax on the love seat with her beautiful slave while we both enjoy a glass of wine." Once they were seated with their wine glasses, Max announced, "Before we continue, we need to establish some rules. Precautionary measures and parameters of behavior, if you will." "Why do we need rules? Don't you, as my Mistress, tell me what to do and I, as your submissive, follow your directions?" Max grinned as she noted, "I forget how inexperienced you are. It is expected in a BDSM relationship, and your father insists, that rules, boundaries, protocols, or however else you wish to describe them, are established and understood to insure the physical and emotional safety of all of the participants." "That's seems reasonable, what are they?" Denise agreed and asked. "For now let's start with two of the most important. First, your participation in any BDSM activity must be by your own choice, of your own volition. Do you understand?" Denise nodded. "No!" Max scolded before she informed her in a calm, quite tone, "First, unless instructed to do so, a submissive never nods or shakes her head in answer to her Mistress, she answers orally and with respect. Second, it is one of your father's primary rules that when you are given a rule, you first repeat the rule in your own words, and then you orally state your understanding and acceptance of the rule." Denise pondered her understanding of the meaning of the rule before stating, "Sorry Mistress Max. As your pitiful submissive understands the rule, even though she is in the submissive role in the relationship, she has control over activities in which she will participate. Your submissive may decide whether she does or does not wish to participate in any activity. Your submissive agrees to being a submissive, knowing she can refuse any request or activity her mistress may ask her to do." "Good! And do you accept and agree to abide by the rule?" Max inquired in a calm, friendly tone. "Absolutely Mistress," Denise snapped. Max frowned momentarily, and explained, "When agreeing to the rules you are doing so as a willing participant, not as a Mistress or Submissive." Denise nodded her understanding and stated, "I agree to the rule that everyone's participation in BDSM activities is by their own choice and of their own volition." "Excellent. Now, let me explain a key aspect of a BDSM Dominate/submissive relationship. The primary purpose, thrill, and excitement with the arrangement is that one person gives another virtually complete control over them. Being a submissive implies that you trust the dominate in the relationship not to cause any permanent harm as he or she pushes your physical, emotional, and sexual boundaries to their limits. That relationship requires an understanding of the participants' desires, goals, and limits. It takes a great deal of honest discussion to reach that understanding." Denise considered Max's information before exclaiming, "Wow, I hadn't considered how much knowledge, trust, and caring was involved in a relationship between a Dominate and a submissive." Max explained, "During this demonstration, I will not push you too far, so we can dispense with discussing, exploring, and setting your boundaries for now. However, we need to implement another BDSM safety rule, one your father insisted we employ before embarking on any activity other than my serving as your sexual submissive. We need to establish your safe word." "What is a safe word?" "It is a unique, preferably simple, word that you will not forget under any circumstances. Whenever you use your safe word, your partner must immediately stop whatever he or she is doing and render any assistance you may need. Some people, including your father, prefer having two safe words, one meaning you are having a difficulty, the other that you are in danger." Denise gasped and demanded, "In danger of what?" Max smiled at her naïve friend as she explained, "In danger of suffering physical or emotional harm. You use your safe words to inform your Mistress, Master, or submissive that you have reached or exceeded your boundaries. And again, when you use your safe words, your Mistress, Master, or submissive must stop and render any aid you might need." Denise wondered, "How often do you use your safe word?" "I've never had to use either of my safe words. Master Ken and Mistress Annika are fully aware of my limits, and I trust their judgment as to how far to push me," Max replied without hesitation. After considering all that Max had told her, Denise explained, "Okay, I think I understand. A safe word is a simple, unique, and unforgettable word that informs others you need to quit what you are doing and you might need assistance." "Very good. The distinction you cited, between needing to quit and needing assistance, is why your father prefers to use two safe words," Max explained as she patted Denise's knee. Denise smiled and asked, "So, what are your safe words?" "My safe words are actually curse words. I use them because I rarely curse, so everyone will notice and know something was wrong if I used them. In addition, they are words I despise. I do that so I will never forget them and I will be reluctant to say them." Denise, considering the possibility of also using words she'd be reluctant to utter, nodded her understanding. "For caution I use bugger, as in bugger off because I find it such an offensive phrase and, for some reason, it comes to mind whenever I'm upset or scared. If I ever need to stop, I would use bloody, as in bloody hell. I picked that because I use that expression only when I'm concerned or afraid," Max confessed. "Okay, let me think of my safe words," Denise murmured. Max stopped her, "You don't have to come up with one now. I'm not going to push you beyond, or even close to your limits, and I'm not going to place you in a dangerous situation. You just need to ask me to stop and I will." "So my safe word is stop?" "Yes! In addition, wait, whoa, help, or any other statement of concern will work for now. During our demonstration, as you experience being a submissive, and afterwards, you can consider what you want to use for your safe words. Just keep in mind that you want them to be simple, distinctive, and memorable. You want to select words you will never forget, no matter the circumstances. You want to select words that will be easy to say and that others will understand, even when you utter them under duress. Finally, you want to choose words that are not normally used in BDSM situations." "Good, what else do I need to know before we begin?" "For your demonstration, that should cover it. Just remember, if you wish to appreciate the experience of being a submissive, you need to trust your Mistress or Master and commit to doing anything she or he demands. A caring Master can and will push you further than you've gone before, push you to try things you've never tried before, push you to new heights of pain, pleasure, excitement, and satisfaction. However, you have to allow that to happen. You have to let your Master know, by words and deeds, your desires and your limits. Then you have to do everything asked of you, within your specified limits. You have to trust that your Master cares for you, knows what you need, and is giving you what you're seeking—the pleasure, excitement, and satisfaction you receive when you're fulfilling your Master's wishes and desires for you." "Wow, it's a much more complex relationship than I imagined. I thought of it as a masochistic Master getting their thrills by controlling, exposing, or sexually dominating their submissive. But, you're telling me that a Master is trying to fulfill their submissive's desires, and submissives, through their obedience, are not only attaining their wishes, but are also fulfilling their Masters' desires, especially their desire to dominate. The submissive and Master are symbiotic, they're actually helping each other achieve their own unique pleasures and satisfactions," Denise expounded. "I think you have a basic grasp of the complexity of the relationship. Perhaps, with a little experience and a conversation with your mother, you will fully understand many of the ramifications of a Dominate and submissive relationship. I must admit that I don't understand it all, and I probably never will. I dislike the role of the Dominate and much prefer being submissive. Your father, fortunately, loves being the dominate partner in a relationship. I believe he is a natural Dominate. I know he fully understands what it means to be the dominate partner, which means, he also knows and understands what a submissive wants and needs in the relationship. So you might also want to talk with him." Denise, unable to fathom her father dominating someone sexually, simply nodded and replied, "Yes, I might talk with mother. But for now, why don't you just let me experience being the submissive in our relationship?" "First, let me tell you what you can expect as a submissive," Max suggested with a hint of a command. Denise agreed with a nod of her head and a tip of her wine glass before sipping from it. "When we go out for dinner, your father frequently enjoys receiving sexual relief while he has his dessert. At his signal, either your mother or I are expected, no, required to crawl under the table and provide that relief." "To be sure I understand, exactly what did you mean when you said mother or you provide that relief?" Denise wondered aloud. Max laughed, "Oh my, you are indeed untrained and inexperienced. When I say relief..." Max stopped mid-sentence, smiled, and inquired, "You said you learn by experience?" Denise nodded. Mistress Max scowled at her submissive. "Yes Mistress, your submissive learns best by experience," Denise replied with her head bowed. "Very good," Max commented before continuing, "To eliminate any confusion, your father has a different signal for your mother and me. If he wants me to go under the table, he makes a fist then, raises his thumb up and points his index finger to his groin, for your mother the signal is an open hand, palm up, with the fingers directed to his groin, almost as if he is requesting her help. For you, I will make it easy to identify, I will make a fist, straighten my index and middle fingers, kiss my straightened fingers, and point them to my groin." "What should I do?" "First, my sweet submissive, let me remind you that you are expected to start or end any question or request to me with my title, Mistress. Second, in answer to your question, you would normally climb under the table, but for now..." Max smiled, made a fist, straightened the two fingers, kissed them, and pointed them to her groin. Unsure of what Max expected her to do, Denise stared. "When you see me make this sign," Max again kissed the two fingers extended from her fist and pointed them to her private parts, before continuing to explain, "You will immediately, without question, get on the floor and serve your mistress. You will give your mistress the relief she is requesting, that she has demanded." When Denise didn't immediately get onto the floor, Max snapped, "If you don't want to be punished for being an insubordinate submissive, get on the floor, crawl between my thighs, and eat unda sheet, snog my quim, preform cunnilingus on me until I tap you on the head to let you know you can get back in your seat." Finally comprehending, Denise grinned and obeyed. She wanted to show Max she too could be an obedient sexual submissive. To show Max that she was willing to reciprocate the pleasures Max had shown her in the past. She got onto her knees, crawled between Max's thighs, and pushed Max's skirt up to her hips. Pleased to see Max's exposed, bald pussy, Denise proceeded to accomplish that task, that desire, and that need. * * * * * Afterwards, at Max's order, Denise refilled their wine glasses and brought them into her bedroom. Max was waiting beside the bed when Denise arrived and ordered, "Set the glasses on the night stand and undress your sated Mistress." Denise smiled, bowed her head, and snapped, "Yes Mistress," before following her orders. Once Denise finished putting Max's clothes away, Max sat on the bed and ordered, "Get undressed and join your Mistress so she can show you how much she enjoyed what you did to her earlier." Denise quickly undressed in the reverse order from when Max had earlier shown her how, as a submissive, she was to get dressed. After she removed and put her harness and shoes away, Denise reached to the back of her neck to remove her collar. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 08 Max cleared her throat and when Denise stopped and looked to her, Max explained, "Only your Dominant may remove your collar. Remember, it is your sign of servitude to your Mistress or Master. It is a symbol that you are happy and excited to wear. It is a symbol that you never want removed. However, because it is new to you and might be uncomfortable while you are sleeping, I will remove it for you." "Please, Mistress Max, allow your undeserving submissive to continue wearing your collar for as long as you are willing to permit this untrained submissive to serve you," Denise begged. "If that is your wish, and because you so completely sated your Mistress earlier, it pleases me that you wish to continue to wear my collar and I will allow your request. Now, join your Mistress in this bed and show her your gratitude for allowing you to continue serving her," Max replied as she patted her exposed pussy with two fingers to let her submissive know what was expected of her. Denise smiled as she crawled next to Max, and whispered, "Mistress Max, your grateful submissive thinks that belonging to such a caring Mistress is the most pleasant thing she can imagine ever experiencing." Max patted Denise's head and whispered, "Your Mistress is pleased with her untrained, but dedicated, sexy, and loving submissive." Denise kissed her Mistress on the lips before she kissed her way down Max's chin, throat, and chest to her large breasts and erect nipples, which she zealously suckled. Five minutes later she resumed kissing her way down Max's sternum to her naval, crawled between her legs and kissed her way down Max's abdomen and pubes until she reached her exposed, spread, and very wet labia. Max moaned, "What my submissive lacks in training, she more than makes up for in her willingness and ability to provide for her Mistress' sexual satisfaction." After licking inside and probing her tongue between Max's labia, Denise raised her head and told her lover, "If being a submissive means making my Mistress happy by reciprocating the pleasures she's given me, this unworthy trainee wishes to remain your submissive." Max pushed Denise's head down forcing her tongue back onto her labia and giggled as she told her, "Your servitude will end when we get up tomorrow morning. But, I must admit, I truly enjoy the way my submissive friend makes love to her Mistress." An hour later, Max, having long ago lost count of her orgasms, begged her submissive to stop and they fell asleep, wrapped in one another's arms and legs. * * * * * Submissive Max Experience Denise awoke from another sensual dream, opened her eyes, and saw Max standing beside her bed. Once she focused her eyes, Denise noted that Max was naked except for the leather collar around her neck and a pair of black stiletto heeled, open-toed, slip-on sandals. The collar Denise was wearing when she fell asleep was no longer around her neck. Max held out a cup of tea and explained, "Your submissive hopes she made the tea the way Mistress Denise likes it. If not, please feel free to punish your humble submissive and direct her in the correct or preferred method." Reaching out for the cup Denise explained, "I'm sure it's fine, I just throw a tea bag into the cup myself." "May your submissive run a shower for her mistress, lay out clothes for her to wear, make breakfast, or lick her pussy until she achieves relief?" Denise frowned and seeing Max's expression sadden, explained, "I'm a little uncomfortable. I'm used to being alone and I have an established routine. I'm also distraught at how difficult it is to be in charge of someone else. Don't misunderstand, I enjoy having you here, I just don't enjoy being responsible for... making you happy... assigning you tasks." "Yes ma'am. Your submissive understands and will try to not bother her mistress in the future," Max apologized with her head bowed. "No! Max I'm sorry. That wasn't a complaint about your behavior. I love having you here, having you take care of me. I'm just not comfortable being the one in charge. I know I'm the boss at work, but I spend less than an hour a week with my assistant. This is all new to me. Moreover, that behavior makes me uncomfortable. I was much happier when I was the submissive and you were in charge." Max shuffled uncomfortably and asked, "If your submissive may speak Mistress?" When Denise nodded and held her hand out, palm up, to indicate it was okay for her to continue, Max explained, "Your submissive thinks she understands, and she will attempt to act more as your friend and lover and less as your submissive. Would that help?" Denise pondered the suggestion and nodded. "Yes! And I will try to act more like your friend and lover and not worry about being your mistress." "Very good! Now, can I run a shower for my lover, lay out my friend's clothes for the day, make us breakfast, or should I lick your pussy until you beg me to stop?" Denise smiled and ordered, "Your mistress and lover desires that her submissive climb onto this bed, on top of her mistress, and lick her mistress' pussy while her mistress licks her submissive's pussy in return. Let's see who first begs her lover to stop pleasing her." Max laughed, and as she stepped out of her sandals and climbed onto the bed, she snapped, "Yes ma'am, that will be my pleasure and I pray, yours also." * * * * * Later as the sweat covered but very sated friends laid in bed and enjoyed the now lukewarm tea Max had prepared, Denise noted that it was time get dressed and go for her daily workout. Max apolitically explained that she didn't know if she had any workout clothes, so Denise looked in her closet and found her an old set of sweats. Meanwhile, Max, looking in her duffle bag for clothes to wear on the way to the gym, found a bikini with a note attached. "What does the note say?" Denise wondered aloud. Max read the note aloud, "Max, this is for you to wear in the pool when you go to the gym with Mistress Denise." "And you're going to wear it? I mean, it seems very small," Denise commented. Max stood and calmly explained, "Mistress Annika said I was to wear it. So, unless you object Mistress Denise, I will." "Please, wear it. I think you'll look wonderful in it." Max laughed as she pulled an identical swimsuit from the duffle bag with a note that she read aloud, "Denise, if Max must wear her swimsuit, you must also wear yours. Signed, Master Ken." "What?" "I think your father wants to push the limits of your inhibitions," Max explained. "Well, if he thinks I'm going to give in to his challenge he's mistaken, as usual," Denise growled. Max smiled and asked, "So we're going to wear these swimsuits when we swim laps at the gym?" "Yes we are!" "What about the workout outfits your mother packed," Max asked as she pulled a handful of black and pink material with another note from her duffle bag. "If you're willing to wear what she packed for you, then I'm willing to do the same," Denise answered with force. Max read the note, "If you wear these workout clothes Master Ken purchased for you, remember that it was his intention that you not wear underwear with them. P. S., the swimsuits are also from him." Denise smiled and exclaimed, "If they're from father, then we'll definitely wear them, and we'll wear them exactly as he requested." Max smiled and commented, "See how much easier it is to be submissive? Your father enjoys, and is exceptional at being the master, being in charge. Your mother and I, and I surmise you too, enjoy being submissive, especially to him." * * * * * Other than being the center of ogling male attention when they were at the gym working out on the equipment wearing very, tight, stretchy, and revealing leotards and tank top and swimming laps in the pool wearing Brazilian back bikinis, the two ladies had great workouts and a wonderful time together. When they returned to Denise's apartment, at Denise's suggestion, they changed into comfortable clothing. Max wore a ribbed white cotton man's undershirt and Denise was in an unbuttoned white silk long-sleeved, French-cuffed tuxedo shirt. Denise, learning Max was wearing one of her father's, Max the Elder's, old undershirts and realizing she was wearing one of her father's old dress shirts, commented, "Isn't it odd that when we dress casually, it's in clothing items formerly owned and worn by our fathers." Max grinned, nodded, and replied, "Not really, if you think about it. We both love and respect our fathers. It's natural that we like to wear things that remind us of them. Plus, they're very comfortable." "I guess you're right," Denise agreed, and added, "But, I'm thinking I might ask father for a few of his old undershirts, that really looks comfortable." "I was thinking the same thing about your silk tuxedo shirt. Maybe I'll ask my father for one of his old silk shirts," Max agreed before she walked into the kitchen and asked, "Would Mistress Denise care for a chilled glass of Pinot Grigio?" "That sounds perfect. Thank you Max." Denise answered trying to sound like an authoritarian Mistress and a polite friend. After Max served the wine and had settled on the love seat next to Denise, she asked, "Mistress Denise, would it be all right if your submissive asked her best friend a few questions?" "Please, as my best friend, feel free to ask me anything," Denise responded without hesitation. Max bowed her head and noted, "This morning when I read you the note from your father, you said that if he thought you would give in to his challenge he was mistaken, as usual." "Yes, I did, but what is your question?" Max kept her head bowed and continued, "I understand from your mother that your father often dared you to try sports and that you always accepted his dares. I also remember that when we were in dance class, your father frequently dared you to try new dance routines and you never refused any of his dares and always accomplished the routines." Denise frowned and repeated, "Yes, I did, but again, what is your question?" Max looked up at Denise before she continued, "When I asked her about it, your mother explained that it has to do with your desire to please your father and that you associated the acceptance and completion of his dares with showing him your love for him and his acknowledgement of your accomplishment of the dare with receiving his love, or something like that." Denise, deciding that was Max's question, smiled at her, and explained, "Mother has also tried to explain it to me. I don't fully understand what she's telling me. What I do understand is that I'm compelled to accept dares from people whom I care for—or as mother states it, from people I love and trust. Recently, I've discovered that I enjoy the freedom I get from letting other people, people that I trust, worry about what I should, or shouldn't do. I find that I happily accept and enjoy accomplishing the dares those people offer me. I love the joy and freedom I get when I give up all of my inhibitions and simply do whatever the people I love and trust tell me to do." Max, looked into her friend's eyes and asked, "So you will do whatever anyone dares you to do?" Denise smiled and replied, "Not anyone, only people I love and trust," then looked into Max's eyes and asked, "What about you?" Max shifted nervously and thought, "How much does she know, what information has Annika shared with her?" "Well?" Denise demanded sounding just like her father when he wanted a response. Max considered her options and deciding she should be honest with her best friend, told her, "I don't have to be challenged or dared, I only have to be told or asked to do something and I will strive to oblige. Especially, if the request is from someone I care about. That is because I am a submissive. If I care for someone, I will do anything they ask." Denise smiled before responding, "I understand. I find that I get a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction when I'm submissive. I like not having to make decisions, not having to think about what others think. I enjoy doing what I'm told to and letting someone else do all the worrying and decision making." Max nodded and commented, "I believe, that like me, you may be a natural submissive. If so, I hope you will enjoy being a submissive as much as I have." Denise leaned forward and kissed Max before whispering, "If you enjoy being my submissive as much as I enjoyed being yours, I'm sure we both have sopping quims." "Yes Mistress," Max said with a smile and a prim look toward her thighs, before continuing, "Does Mistress Denise wish her happy submissive to clean her quim and then lick her to many more orgasms?" "Only if my beautiful, sexy friend will allow me to return the favor," Denise replied before she shucked off her tuxedo shirt, pulled off Max's undershirt, pushed her back onto the love seat, and clambered on top of her—lips to pussy, pussy to lips. Denise and Max enjoyed a wonderful weekend of lovemaking, breaking only for a short chat with Will, which Denise ended quickly saying only that her girlfriend was visiting, to go out for dinner at a nearby restaurant, and another workout on Sunday morning. When they were at dinner Saturday night, Max insisted that Denise join her for all the Bacchanal celebrations. Denise, excited at the prospect of dancing and reveling with her best friend, agreed. * * * * * During quite times at work, the following Monday, Denise frequently thought of her long conversations with Max about their submissive tendencies and attitudes. She recalled that Max had explained that she was well aware that she was a natural submissive. She told Denise that it had been her experience that while, with effort, she could fulfill the role of a Dominant, she could only manage to do so for an hour or two, and only if it was necessary. She confessed that it had taken all her strength to convince herself to be the Dominate to Denise's submissive when she was showing her the pleasures of submission. That she only did it because Denise had ordered her to, which allowed her to pretend that she was being a good submissive who's Mistress had ordered her to play the role of a dominate. Denise concluded that, unlike Max, she was not a natural submissive. However, she had to admit, being submissive was a role that always pleased her. Denise also came to realize that, unlike Max, she did not object to being dominate, she just didn't enjoy that role as much as she enjoyed being the submissive. In fact, after some thought, Denise believed she could be the dominant partner in a relationship, at least for a few days and perhaps a few weeks at a time. However, she much more enjoyed the freedom being a submissive gave her. She subsequently determined that being a submissive in a relationship would set her free. It took away all of her responsibilities and concerns. She only had to think about pleasing her dominant. She did not have to worry about what others thought or said, nor worry about being too uninhibited. She realized that she was happy not having to think about what she needed to do to please her partner, not having to decide anything! By Monday evening before her Internet chat with Will, she'd concluded she needed to talk with him about her feelings and conclusions. However, she quickly realized that in order to talk about her feelings about being a submissive that she would have to confess her relationship with Max, her lesbian relationship. Remembering that Will had often told her that he believed sex was just sex and the gender of your partner didn't really matter all that much, and that he'd told her that he'd had a sexual relationship with a man, she decided to confess that she was having sex with a lesbian. "Actually," she reminded herself, "Max told me that she's not a lesbian, she's bi-sexual. How did she put it? Yes, Max said that she enjoys sex with men, but for her, guys are more of a fun change of pace than a primary focus." Just before she started the chat session with Will, Denise realized that for some unknown reason, she didn't want to share her name, so she concluded she would try to keep Max's identity to herself. It turned out not to be the problem Denise had expected. When she began chatting about her submissive experiences, Will asked, "It's not really any of my business and you don't have to answer, but so I can better understand your experience and questions, exactly when and with whom, did you have a Dominate/submissive relationship?" "It was this last weekend at my apartment. It was a birthday gift from my girlfriend," Denise replied, offering as little information as possible. Will, sensing she was holding back but wanting her to continue her explanation of her experience, so they could discuss her feelings, replied, "Alright, so what did your GF make you do as her submissive?" Relieved that Will didn't insist on more information or a name, Denise continued her story, "Actually, my GF gave herself to me as my submissive for the weekend, but I insisted that in order to be a good Mistress, I needed to experience being GF's submissive." They continued the conversation for another hour and from that conversation forward, whenever Denise chatted with Will about her relationship with Max, she referred to her as GF." On Tuesday, Denise also considered what she'd learned from Will during their chat about her experiences and conversations with Max, aka GF. Will had explained that since she wanted to become more uninhibited and being submissive allowed her to do so without worry, she should consider what would be involved and what it would mean for her to live some part or perhaps all of her life as a submissive. When Denise thought about his suggestion, she concluded he was right, that as a submissive, she could do whatever anyone, well anyone she trusted, told, dared, asked, suggested, or implied she should do. Moreover, because she would be following someone else's directions, she wouldn't have to worry about the consequences of her behavior or actions. She wouldn't be responsible, so she wouldn't need to worry about what people thought about her or her actions. Tuesday evening, when Denise admitted, that as usual, he was probably right, Will spent the rest of evening convincing her to start right away. In fact, he insisted that when she awoke the next morning, she should do so with a new attitude. Wednesday morning, Denise tried her new attitude, new rule of life, with only a couple of minor restrictions, and was very pleased with the results. It was so much easier simply doing what anyone told her to do. She hadn't fully worked out her restrictions, what limits she should apply, so she used Will's oft-repeated rule: it shouldn't cause harm to you or others. Thus, her operating restriction became that whenever someone asked, told, or dared her to do something, unless it might cause her or someone else physical, mental, or legal harm, she would do it. She continued being an uninhibited submissive, under that single limitation, on Wednesday afternoon and again on Thursday and found that it was an enlightening experience. Most of her concerns and worries at work dissipated. She was relaxed and for the first time in months, she was looking forward to going to work. She was now anxious to try her newfound attitude with the other parts of her life. She was confident it would work. Nevertheless, she still wondered how well it would work, how much it would affect her attitude and change her life. * * * * * Sensual Salon Experience The Friday following her weekend with Max, Denise and her mother, at Annika's insistence, entered Jacob's Salon and Spa. Denise, recognizing that her newest swimsuits would show seldom-revealed body parts had broached that concern with her mother. Annika had smiled and insisted that they go to the salon for the "full treatment." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 08 As they walked into the shop, it was immediately clear that everyone knew Annika. Denise knew Jacob because she'd taken classes from him when she was studying for and eventually obtained her masseuse license. He was a nice looking man in his mid-fifties and in very good shape, and he greeted "Missus Annika" with a kiss on her lips and when he saw she had brought Denise along, he smiled and said, "Welcome to Jacob's Miss Denise. I don't think I've seen you since you received your license. We'll have to catch up later," and he kissed her on the cheek. At the salon, they enjoyed warm showers, endured the waxing of their underarms, legs, and ultimately endured the exposure, embarrassment, and torture of full-Brazilians. To make up for Denise's pain and humiliation Annika ordered, and they both enjoyed, a seaweed body wrap and a full-body massage. As they lay side by side in full-body seaweed wraps, Annika asked, "Are you seriously considering wearing your new see-through blouses and those revealing swimsuits in public or do you plan to only wear them inside a resort?" "Mother, I bought those blouses and swimsuits so I could prove to Will that I'm no longer inhibited. I hope that it will be the end of a long journey. Four years ago, at your insistence, I had my breasts lifted so I would feel better about myself and look good when I wore revealing tops. For over a year now, at your insistence and with Will's encouragement, I've been working out daily for an hour or more just to keep my weight down and my figure trim. Today, again at your insistence, I had all of my pubic hair yanked out. All of that was just so I could wear those swimsuits without feeling and looking stupid. So, of course I'm going to wear the blouses and swimsuits in public." "I understand. I'm also wondering, how do you think you'll feel when you first go onto a nude beach with your hairless quim on display?" "I don't know. I've been focused on having the nerve to go around with my big breasts exposed whilst they sway whenever I turn, or bounce and jiggle every time I take a step, I haven't considered how I'm going to feel about having my private, and now hairless, parts on display," Denise confessed. "Do you think you'll be able to deal with getting naked and spending a day on a nude beach laying around, swimming, drinking, and chatting with other people?" "Will asked me the same thing yesterday, so I thought about it last night. I realized that a couple of times when I was dancing on the Bacchanal float, I was topless in front of a crowd, and I felt wonderful. In addition, it felt fantastic to dance naked at the Quad, until my former Arts School friends made their rude comments. However, thanks to you and Will, I think I'm stronger now. Therefore, I'm confident I'll be able to get naked and walk on a nude beach. I'm going to prove to Will that I'm no longer a prude. I'm completely committed to accepting and fulfilling or accomplishing any task or dare Will proposes!" * * * * * After their seaweed wraps, wearing cheap flip-flops and body sheets, they headed down the hall for massages. Annika, intending to test her daughter's resolve, had insisted she join her for a full-body massage from her favorite masseuse, the owner of the spa. Denise was amazed to see her mother kick off her flip-flops, toss her body sheet onto a nearby chair, and lean back against the massage table, fully exposed, to wait for Jacob. When he entered the room, Jacob walked directly to Annika, grabbed her hips, and lifted her onto her massage table. As Annika sat on the edge of the massage table with her feet dangling and her freshly waxed and shining privates exposed, she asked Denise, "Would you like some help getting onto your table?" "No mother, I can manage on my own." "If that's what you want," Annika noted before she leaned back on one elbow, seemingly unconcerned that her labia had spread apart and exposed her vulva to Jacob and Denise. After Annika rolled onto her stomach, she announced, "Jacob, I think we're ready for you to give us the full experience with your expert fingers." "Yes ma'am," Jacob said with a big grin before he poured oil onto her calves and began massaging the shapely, mulatto woman's legs. Annika turned her head in time to see Denise toss her sheet onto the chair and stand naked, leaning against her table, facing her and Jacob. She put her hands behind her on the massage table and hopped up onto it, ignoring the bounce and sway of her big breasts. Annika grinned when Denise remained seated on the edge of the massage table with her legs spread and her vulva partially exposed. Once Denise settled on the massage table, she wondered aloud, "How long have you been coming here?" "I've been coming to the spa every other week since it opened. You're father insisted that I come here for treatments," Annika answered. "Does father come here too?" "Yes, we've had treatments and massages together, but he generally gets his treatments from another masseuse," Annika answered being slightly evasive. "Yes, Ms. Marie usually gives Mr. Ken his tension treatments on Thursday afternoons," Jacob offered as he and Annika giggled. Denise wondered what they found funny, but continued her inquiry, "Why does father insist that you come here, and what treatments are you talking about?" "My treatments are usually the same as today. A complete waxing, full-body wrap, and a full-body massage from Jacob," Annika smiled broadly, as she answered. Jacob was working on Annika's thighs when he asked, "Miss Denise, have you been successful in your work as a masseuse?" "No Jacob, I haven't been focused on it as a career lately." "Why not Miss Denise?" "It was something you always said in your classes," Denise said clearly trying to remember. "Oh yes Miss Denise, I know," Jacob told her with a big grin. They spoke simultaneously, "Find a God, a faithful spouse, and a career you love, and you will be happy for the rest of your life." They both laughed and Denise continued her explanation, "Whilst I was working as a masseuse, I enjoyed relieving people's aches and pains and helping them relax, but I kept hearing your words and it finally dawned on me that it wasn't a career I loved. I'm happy to help my friends and I would love to be able to show my skills to my lover, but I wasn't looking forward to making my living giving people massages." "Well, Miss Denise, I'm happy I was able to teach you a skill and a valuable lesson. I don't mean to belittle your skills and dedication, but in class, I sensed that you would be a good, but not a dedicated masseuse. I hope you find a career that you can love." "Thank you Jacob, I would like to find a career that I'm as good at and love as much as you do yours." "I know you will find something Miss Denise, you're too committed and too much of a hard worker not to." Jacob had moved up and was working on Annika's butt and the small of her back when he reminded her, "It's time to do your upper back and shoulders ma'am." After nodding her understanding, Annika turned her head to Denise, who, she was happy to see, was still sitting on the edge of her massage table with her legs apart, and asked her, "Dee-Dee, would you get me a glass of water?" Jacob immediately offered to get the water, but Annika told him, "Oh no Jacob, I don't want you to stop and besides I'm sure Denise would be happy to do it. Won't you dear?" Denise realized her mother was testing her, and quickly climbed off the table without regard for how much of her private bits she exposed. Following her mother's oft stated advice on what to do when you are in an awkward situation, Denise, stood erect, pulled her shoulders up and back, thrust her breasts forward, put on her best smile, and walked with purpose to the small table by the door where she poured some water and crushed ice from a pitcher into a glass. She returned to the opposite side of her mother's table, facing Jacob and waited as her mother took the glass and drank the water. When Annika finished, Denise reached for the glass as she smiled and asked, "Are you satisfied?" "I'm pleased and I'm about to be satisfied, how about you," Annika replied handing the empty glass to Denise. "I'm sure I too will be satisfied once Jacob finishes with my full body massage," Denise said with a small laugh, before returning the glass to the table and again, not worrying about exposing herself, climbed back onto her massage table, sat on the edge with her knees slightly apart, prepared to continue her conversation with her mother. Jacob soon noted, "Mrs. Johnson, it's time to roll over so I can continue your massage. Will you want your usual finish?" "Yes Jacob, I'll want my usual finish," Annika giggled as she turned over, revealing her huge breasts, which were now as big as Denise's thanks to her surgery, and fully exposing her freshly waxed groin. Denise reminded of her question when her mother openly exposed her hairless pussy to Jacob and her, asked, "I've been wondering mother. Why do you have your pubic hair removed?" Jacob who was already massaging Annika's shoulders as Denise asked her question moved to massage her breasts and clearly aroused nipples. "Your father prefers a hairless pussy. How about you Jacob, what do you think?" Annika laughed as she pulled Jacob's hand from her breast and placed it on her smooth, waxed, pussy lips. Jacob, having experienced Annika's sexual openness many times before, brought his free hand to her labia, and used both hands to massage her hairless, oil-covered pussy. "So Jacob," Annika asked, "Do you prefer a shaved or hairy pussy?" "Ma'am, if I may be frank?" Jacob asked and when Annika nodded, he answered "I like all pussy! Especially wet pussy!" As Jacob continued to massage her pubic area, Annika lifted her hips forcing his fingers between her oil-covered lips. When Jacob shoved his fingers deeper past her vulva and into her vagina, Annika squeezed her vagina muscles to hold the fingers inside her as she lowered her butt back onto the table and noted, "That's what I like, now massage me!" Before she could get over her shock at her mother's words and behavior, Denise growled, "Mother, can't you behave like a lady?" "Sweetie, this lady paid for a full body massage, that's what this lady wants and needs, and that's what Jacob is going to give this lady. Isn't that right Jacob?" "Yes ma'am! The lady paid for a full body massage and I'm going to massage the lady's entire body," Jacob said with a laugh as he pumped his fingers in and out of Annika's obviously moist pussy. Two minutes later, Annika lifted her hips off the massage table, moaned, and shuttered as Jacob fucked her with three fingers. After two more body-shaking orgasms, Annika lowered her butt back onto the table and moaned, "Thank you Jacob. Now, why don't you treat Denise to her first full body massage?" "Yes ma'am," Jacob replied as he turned and walked around to the back of Denise's table. Denise thought, "If she thinks I'm going to back down, she doesn't really know how much I've changed. I refuse to be inhibited or intimidated!" Determined to show her mother she was no longer a prude, Denise, as her mother had, leaned back on one elbow and lifted her legs onto the table as she reminded herself, "I'm not inhibited, I will not be intimidated, I will not think about covering my pussy," and blushed as she realized, "Oh my goodness, not only does mother have me behaving like her, now she has me talking like her." Rather than rolling onto her stomach as her mother had, Denise swung her left leg out until her heel hung over the side of the table were Jacob stood, and dropped her right foot over the opposite side. She laid her shoulders and head back while her privates spread apart making her pink insides visible and available to Jacob. Reciting her developing mantra that she would be utterly uninhibited, Denise ordered, "Jacob, you can start the massage right here," as she took his hand and laid it on her exposed labia. Jacob squeezed oil on them and began gently massaging her hairless pussy lips. Denise, despite having recited her developing mantra repetitively, still wasn't sure she had the will power to lay naked and allowed a middle-aged man to finger fuck her as her mother watched. "Isn't he good? I always get tingly when Jacob massages my pussy lips," Annika chirped with a huge smile as she turned onto her side to watch. Denise, repeatedly recited her developing mantra in her head, "I will not be inhibited or intimidated, I will do anything I want," as she steeled herself and slightly raised her hips to press her pussy against Jacobs fingers. Jacob sensed her request and massaged the insides of Denise's smooth, flush, and moist labia. After enjoying the sensation of Jacob's strong, oil covered fingers massaging her exposed labia and vulva for several minutes Denise emulated her mother's actions, when Jacob had done the same thing to her, and lifted her butt off the table forcing his fingers to slip between her sopped pussy lips and into her cunt. "Umm, yes," Denise mumbled as she closed her eyes, relaxed, and dreamed about Michelle and then Max alternating with one another, rubbing and licking Denise's labia and clitoris, bringing her to uncounted orgasms as she sat on a barstool in the Quad. "Oh Jacob, I think you've won her over," Annika teased as she reached down and placed her middle finger at the top of her own moist slit and rubbed her aroused nub. While the memories of enjoying multiple orgasms as Michelle and later Max had licked her private bits overcame her emotions, Denise remembered she really wanted to share that story with her mother, but rationalized that first she should make sure the subject matter was not objectionable. She tried to remain calm as she asked, "Jacob, do you object to, or have a problem with, homosexuality?" When Jacob saw Annika's outstretched hand indicating she did not object to him answering honestly, he answered, "Ma'am, as long as you're clean and can pay for my services, I don't care who you have sex with." "Well said," Annika announced while applauding, and then told Denise, "I think I speak for Jacob and myself when I say, there are many pleasurable ways of engaging in sexual activities. We all have our own preferences, but that shouldn't and doesn't give us the right to judge the sexual preferences of others." "Yes ma'am," Jacob cheered, "I couldn't have said it better and can't agree more." "Why are you asking?" Annika queried Denise. Denise spread her legs so her calves hung over the massage table at her knees, put her fingers on the back of Jacobs hands, and pushed his fingers deeper into her vagina. She closed her eyes and restarted her remembrance of her first homosexual encounter. "Mother, remember the pictures from the club when I was doing the seven challenges? The one where a woman had her hand on my privates?" Annika smiled at the memory of the photograph and replied, "Yes, but as I remember, the woman had several fingers shoved deep into your cunt and was rubbing your clit with her thumb, whilst your breasts were blurred because, as was obvious from the expression on your face, you were having an orgasm." Denise winced at her mother's crudeness and blushed at the truth of what she had said, "Okay, you're right. But what I didn't share with you was that she also used her tongue to give me several more orgasms." "What did you think about that?" Annika asked, slipping into her psychologist mode. "Frankly, I enjoyed it so much that I returned the favor and licked her privates until she shook and squirted her female juices onto my face." "And did you enjoy the experience," Annika asked in a whisper to maintain the mood. Denise paused to reflect and to focus on the feelings building up in her groin, "I enjoyed being able to satisfy her, but I think I liked the feeling of the orgasm she gave me even more." Denise raised her head, again placed her hands on top of Jacob's, and pushed down as she looked into his eyes and requested, "Speaking of orgasms, would you mind?" Jacob smiled and answered, "My pleasure ma'am," as he increased the depth, tempo, and pressure of his fingers as they pumped in and out and moved around inside her sopping cunt. Denise responded by lifting her feet onto the table and raising her hips up to meet Jacob's strong fingers as they drove down into her vagina. She closed her eyes and began moaning her expressions of pleasure. After two minutes of being forcibly and speedily fucked by Jacob's fingers Denise opened her eyes, looked over to her mother and cried out, "Oh that feels wonderful," before shuttering and falling back on the massage table. When Jacob began to withdraw his fingers, Denise pressed her hands onto his and requested, "Can you give me one more minute and then one more orgasm?" "Yes ma'am," Jacob chirped with a grin and began slowly circling the blood-engorged walls of her vagina with his relaxed fingers. After a minute of slowly teasing her, Jacob felt her vagina squeeze his fingers and asked, "Ready for another ma'am?" Denise lifted her hips in answer and Jacob changed from circling her vagina with his fingers to using them to fuck her. Denise groaned her approval and removed her left hand from the back of his hand and up to her erect nipple. As she pinched one and then the other nipple, she bit her lower lip and growled her pleasure. Soon her hips moved up and down forcing Jacob's fingers deeper into her cunt. She removed her right hand from the back of his, used her fingers to rub her raw clitoris before she pinched it. Her left hand moved between her breasts were it pulled and pinched each of her dark, erect nipples. Her right hand was massaging her reddened clitoris. She arched her back and raised her butt off the table as her hips pumped up and down forcing Jacob's stiffened fingers in and out of her convulsing cunt. Suddenly, Denise lifted her body, except her head, shoulders, and heels, off the table, shuttered, and cried out, "Oh yes!" She held the arched position for forty-five seconds, while shuttering, her breasts shaking and a steady stream of juices dripping from Jacob's fingers, before she collapsed back onto the table and with her body completely limp, muttered, "I wasn't ready for that!" After laying on the table breathing heavily for a few seconds, Denise turned her head toward her mother, and told her, "Now I understand why you see Jacob every other week." Patting the back of Jacob's hand, Denise said, "Thank you Jacob. That was fantastic!" Annika was pleased that Denise had allowed Jacob to masturbate her to an orgasm. She was thrilled when Denise asked him to do it a second time. Moreover, she was ecstatic that Denise had given herself completely to her own sexual satisfaction and had achieved a body-shuttering climax. Best of all was seeing Denise, ask a relative stranger to masturbate her to a second orgasm, knowing her mother was watching, and not displaying any signs of remorse afterwards—perhaps she was on her way to becoming uninhibited and sexually free. Annika had long hoped that with the help of her Internet friend, Denise would learn to open up. She gave herself a mental reminder, "I should probably talk with Will about how he can help Denise overcome her inhibitions without causing her to have another setback." Denise rose up on her elbows, her legs again dangling over either side of the table, while Jacob continued his gentle kneading of her tender labia, as she asked, "Okay mother. Now tell me, what you meant when you said father prefers hairless pussy lips?" "He loves to satisfy me orally and says he enjoys it when I'm hairless because my pussy lips are softer and he has easy access to my clitoris. And I must say your father is very good with his lips and tongue, so if he wants a hairless pussy, I'm going to make sure that's what he gets." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 08 Jacob slowly withdrew his fingers from Denise's vagina and Denise turned her head to look at him before saying, "Jacob, I really appreciate your efforts to satisfy me." "My pleasure ma'am. Like your mother, you are always welcome to come on my table," Jacob responded with a huge grin. Annika sat up on the edge of her massage table and, looking to Jacob, said, "Jacob, thank you once again for the wonderful massage and be sure to let Darlene know that Ken and I are still on for dance rehearsal tomorrow. I'm looking forward to working on her new dance routine." "Yes ma'am, I will tell her. By the way, I saw old man Max this morning and he said that the costumes will be ready tomorrow and that they are the best ever!" "Great," Annika smiled at Jacob and turned to Denise saying, "Let's get showered, dressed, and I'll buy you lunch including wine." * * * * * After they showered and dressed, Annika, telling Denise that with her new Brazilian she would need to get waxed every five to six weeks, made reservations for their next visit and made a mental note to make sure they came back the weekend before Denise's Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. The ladies walked down the block to the Frigate Pub where they enjoyed a late lunch of soup and salad, a couple of glasses of wine, and an interesting conversation. During lunch Annika, convinced Denise that in order to prove to Will that she wasn't uninhibited, she should show him that "her Jamaica" wasn't just for prudes. Denise wondered aloud, "How do you propose I go about doing that?" Annika smiled, glad to hear Denise was interested, and suggested, "You should consider adding several, for lack of a more descriptive phrase, risqué activities to your Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. You know, things like sensual massages, a day at a famous, topless beach, a naked snorkeling trip, or an entire day at a clothing optional beach and bar at one of the north-shore resorts." What Denise didn't discern, was that her mother was pushing her to incorporate the new activities as one more way of testing Denise's resolve. Denise would, Annika knew, personally research each of the suggested activities. That research would undoubtedly require her to participate in each of her suggested risqué activities. Denise asked, "Are those ideas, suggestions, or do you have places in mind?" Annika smiled knowing she had piqued Denise's interest and explained, "They are quite specific places and activities." Denise noted, "That is quite a list of activities and I have questions about a couple of them. Also, as I've done with everything else in my current itinerary, I'd want to see each place and check out the activities before I included them in a tour." Annika suggested, "Why don't we take a weekend vacation together and visit each location so you can check out each of my suggestions?" When Denise nodded her tentative agreement, Annika offered, "Okay, I'll call a couple of friends and see what I can set up." "Would it be possible to set it up for a weekend in early April?" the businesswoman in Denise asked. "I'll check and let you know by Wednesday or Thursday." * * * * * Wordless Sex Experience Annika surprised her daughter when she changed the conversation saying, "I've always loved going to the spa. As I told you earlier, your father loves eating my pussy after its been waxed. He's always telling me how much he loves the feel and taste of my smooth pussy lips, especially when their covered in my juices." Denise, despite what her mother had tried to tell her, still thought of her father as a prim and proper gentleman and, until recently, had never considered him as having sexual interests, so, in a state of mild shock, she stammered, "I still can't accept that father would engage in oral sex?" "Sorry, but we both do, as often as possible," Annika laughed and, seeing the shock in Denise's eyes, explained, "You know, there's a great deal about your father that you've never understood. He is a man with great sexual skills and even greater needs. If he were here and I asked, your father would have sex with me right now, and right here. In fact, the first time we met, we didn't share a single word until we each performed oral sex on the other, twice, and fucked... several times." Denise, shocked at the thought that her father would consider having sex in the Frigate Pub, just shook her head indicating she did not, could not, believe what she was hearing. Annika looked directly at Denise, and told her, "Dee-Dee, I think it's time I told you about the first time your father and I met." Without waiting for Denise to respond, Annika began to tell her story, "In fact, now that I think about it, it happened right here in this building, in this room." Annika smiled and sipped her wine before she began her story, "I'd never been interested in dating a white man, but every time I spotted the white Englishman who was to become my husband and your father, something about him attracted me—I think it was his obvious confidence and awareness of his own sensuality. Or maybe it was his good looks, obviously well-build body, and the large bulge in his groin." Seemingly reminiscing for a moment, Annika smiled to herself before she continued her story, "I'd just finished finals for my first year at university and was out with a couple of girlfriends for some Saturday night fun—dancing, drinking, and flirting. We ended up in this building, which, in those days, was a bar with a live band and the largest dance floor in the Melbourne district. It was a hot spring night and I was covered in sweat after dancing for an hour, so I decided to cool off on the front porch." Annika giggled at her memories before she continued, "As I mentioned, I'd seen him around and was already attracted to your father, so when I saw him walking across the street toward this place, I decided to do something to gain his attention. When he stepped onto the front porch, I didn't bother to introduce myself; I just pressed my big breasts into his chest and kissed him. Without saying a word, I took his hand and led him into this room and onto the dance floor, which was where we're sitting." "Five songs later I knew he was attracted to and wanted me. Our dancing became little more than swaying, while standing close together. I rested my head on his chest and let the music flow over me. He nuzzled against me and ran his fingers through my hair. I turned my face up to look up into his sparkling green eyes as he gazed down at my face. He leaned to kiss me and I let it happen. His lips pressed on mine gently, just for a second or so, and then he retreated. He searched my face for a signal and I couldn't help but smile. I had already decided that I wanted to have him that night. So, I took his hand and dragged him into one of the stalls in the back," Annika pointed to five big booths in the back of the restaurant before continuing her story. "In those days, where the booths are now, there were small stalls with eight foot walls on the sides and swinging doors in front for privacy. Inside each stall, there was a table and five or six chairs. As we passed the bouncer your father, having deduced my intent, and to insure out privacy, handed him a nanny—which was worth a lot more back then." Laughing at Denise's shocked expression, Annika said, "Don't give me that look. You may not believe it, but your father was always, and thankfully still is, a man with powerful sexual needs. Now, before you start to argue with me, let me finish my story." Annika took a sip of her wine before continuing, "As soon as we were inside the private stall I pushed my future husband down onto one of the chairs, pulled off my blouse and threw it on the table. I stood before him for a minute letting him see my big, bared breasts. I knew he had been admiring them whilst we were on the dance floor. When he reached up to touch them, I stepped between his knees, and hung my brown, sweat-covered tits in his face. He immediately suckled one nipple then the other to full arousals." Denise sputtered her discomfort at her mother's story and language, but Annika continued, "After letting your future father suck on my dark, erect nipples for a couple minutes, I knelt on the floor between his knees and, looking into his beautiful green eyes, I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his marvelous, semi-erect dick. Without taking my eyes away from his, I stroked him to a full erection and then I took every centimeter into my mouth until the head of his dick touched the back of my throat." Annika paused to take another sip of her wine and Denise, who was fuming, took advantage of the momentary pause to complain, "I am appalled at your vulgar language and what I believe to be an extremely tawdry and blatantly untrue story about a wonderful gentleman." Annika laughed at her daughter before explaining point by point, "First, I'm sorry that my language bothers you, but you know that's the sort of language I've always used. Second, as you well know, I abhor lies. Therefore, you know the story is true. Finally, whilst your father is a wonderful man, as I said earlier, he has always had great sexual needs and, thankfully, the skills to satisfy his partner." Denise sulked at the rebuke as Annika continued her story, "Because he had recently transferred to Jamaica from England, your father had been without any form of sex for several months, and for one of the few times in our thirty-five years together, he ejaculated within a couple minutes. In fact, he gushed so much semen into my mouth that, for one of the only times in my adult life, I was unable to swallow it all." Annika grinned at her daughter to let her know she wasn't going to stop telling her story and was going to tell it her way, "I was so horny that I stood up and removed my skirt and panties so my pussy would be available for my lover to fuck. However, he was, as always, a considerate lover. He stood up, grabbed my hips, spun us around, and pushed me back onto the chair, before he knelt between my knees, spread my thighs, kissed my exposed pussy lips, and licked my cunt until I squirted my juices all over his face." Denise winced, and Annika explained with a big smirk, "I'm sorry dear; perhaps I should have said he kissed my exposed labia before demonstrating his skills at cunnilingus which in turn caused me to experience such a powerful series of orgasms that I inadvertently and uncontrollably excreted orgasmic fluids onto his lips." When Denise again opened her mouth to complain, Annika interrupted, "And you're in no position to be complaining about my behavior. I believe I watched you cover Joseph's hand with your juices this morning and then asked if you could do it again." Denise glared, frowned, and growled, but knowing her mother was right, did not speak. Annika laughed and took a sip of her wine before she added, "By the way, I gave Jacob an extra, rather large tip in your name, to thank him for all he did for you." Truly thankful for her mother's consideration, and upset with her own unintentional rudeness, Denise, with as much sincerity as she could muster, replied, "Thank you mother. I'm appreciative of your kindness and I'm extremely remorseful for my regrettable lack of civility towards Jacob." Annika nodded before she continued her story, "After your future father licked my cunt, I was so hot that I considered letting him fuck me, even though I didn't have any protection with me. He apparently sensed my desire and dilemma, reached into his front pants pocket, and withdrew three condoms. Without a word, he handed me the condoms and removed his clothes. As soon as he was naked, I took his aroused shaft and suckled it back to a full erection before rolling a condom over his shaft, turning around, and kneeling on the chair so he could take me from behind. To make a long story short, I'll just tell you that we spent the night at his place where we used the other two condoms, and several more, and I was afraid my orgasms would never stop." At first, Denise, still in denial regarding her father's sexuality, refused to believe the truth of her mother's story. However, after another round of wine and several more details about her relationship with Denise's father, Annika Johnson finally convinced Denise that the story was factual and forced her daughter to begin seeing her father in a new, more sexually active light. * * * * * That evening when Denise was chatting online with Will she mentioned that her mother had told her about having sex with her father the first time they met. When Will inquired about it, Denise repeated a condensed and less graphic version of her mother's story. Will, as she knew he would, loved the story and pointed out that it proved his assertion that her mother was indeed a true Jamaican woman, a sexual creature. Later that evening as she laid in bed thinking about her day, Denise wondered, "If I have my mother's genes why did I only get the ones affecting my body and not the ones that affect my attitude? Why did I inherit her big breasts and butt and not her uninhibited mind?" Then, inside her head, she heard the voices of first her mother and then how she imagined the words in Will's chat messages sounded. They told her, "You did, you just need to learn how to enjoy the wonderful bounty God, and your mother's genes have given you." She fell asleep dreaming of running freely on a beach without any clothing and receiving a total body massage on the beach with everyone watching as the masseuse's fingers brought her to multiple orgasms. She dreamed a reporter interviewed her about public nudity. During the interview, she made a compelling argument in favor of nudity, how it offered the freedom to enjoy life. Everyone on the beach, who heard her, stripped off their clothes and ran into the ocean. In her dream, she saw herself, laying naked and exposed on the masseuse's table, before sitting up and reminding herself that she too should, "Quit acting like a prude. Loosen up and enjoy the bounty God and your father and mother's good genes have given you!" * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 09 Chapter 9 - Risqué Tours: Her mother adds spice to the Jaunt. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur: this chapter includes the adventures of two beautiful Jamaican women wearing revealing clothing, driving topless, and posing naked for room service. Interracial Love: this story is about a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man. Mature: the story's primary characters are a young (26-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (41-year-old) man. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. The author desires to become a better writer, to that end, your comments will help the author correct any weaknesses and reinforce any strengths. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Risqué Dare The previous week, as they were drinking wine and waiting for their lunches at the Frigate Pub after their salon visit and full body massages, Annika suggested Denise might consider offering some risqué activities during her Jamaican Beauties Jaunt to prove to Will she was not inhibited. When Denise tentatively agreed, Annika volunteered to check a few places and to talk with some friends to set up a weekend vacation so they could visit each of the locations she had in mind. Denise asked her mother if she could set it up for early April and Annika told her, "I'll check and let you know by Wednesday or Thursday." Thursday, during their regular daily early-morning phone conversation, Annika explained, "I'm waiting for a final confirmation from the hotel, but I'm confident we'll be able to start out next Thursday after you get off work." Annika called Denise at work and told her, "I was able to schedule all four activities for the first weekend in April. I'll email you the schedule along with information on what you will need to pack." That afternoon, after Denise arrived home and stripped off her clothes, she powered up her computer and, with her customary cup of tea, checked her Facebook account, and read her email. She saved her mother's email for last. First, she scanned through the advertisements from web sites she'd once visited and mistakenly signed up to receive special offers. Next, she reviewed the jokes forwarded by her Internet friends and acquaintances. Finally, clicking on her mother's message, she took a deep breath to prepare herself for the details of her upcoming weekend with her uninhibited mother, while they checked on risqué activities. _______________ From: Annika Johnson To: Denise Johnson Date: Thursday March 24 Subject: Risqué Tours Schedule Denise, As I promised last Friday, I contacted some friends and scheduled several tours and adventures you might want to add to your Jamaican Beauties Jaunt. Our tour will begin immediately after you get off work next Thursday March 31 and end Sunday evening April 3. I think you will find these activities will prove to Will that "your Jamaica" isn't just for prudes. The tour includes a visit to a world famous European-style beach that permits topless sunbathing, a clothing-optional snorkeling tour, sensual outdoor massages at a private mountain plantation, and a tour of a clothing optional beach resort. We will stay at a world-famous hotel and a fabulous and unique bed and breakfast. Below is the itinerary and packing suggestions. As I'm sure you'll be compelled to do, please feel free to pencil in the times. Thursday: - Lunch with your father at the Frigate Pub. You can ask him about the first time he and I met. - Drive to the Villas on the Cliffs Hotel in Oracabessa. - Tour the Villas on the Cliffs' facilities. We have a 6:30 PM appointment with Roberto Chavez, Hotel Evening Manager, at the concierge desk. Friday: - Morning workouts in the hotel's exercise facilities. - Breakfast at the hotel. - Hotel shuttle to James Bond Beach for a morning of sunbathing and swimming. - Meet with the VSO snorkeling trip manager and discuss the tours he offers. - After lunch, enjoy a VSO snorkeling trip. - Dinner at the James Bond Beach Restaurant. Our reservations are tentatively for 8:00 PM but the Maître D' will seat us when we arrive. - After dinner (if you're up to it) we can go to Club Calypso X for drinks and dancing. Saturday: - Drive to Adam and Hilda's Cockpit Plantation outside of Falmouth (they run a private B&B in the middle of their coffee and banana plantation). - Check in and hike to Adam's Eden, where we can change, (i.e., undress). - Brunch with Adam and Hilda at the plantation house. - Hike to Karen and Peter's for a sensual massage demonstration. We have reservations for around 1:00 PM. - Dress (i.e., put on clothes) and hike to the Sandy Bend River Raft Pier for our Martha Brae River raft ride to the Green Goose pub for dinner. We won't need reservations. - Taxi back to the plantation and hike to Adam's Eden. Sunday: - Breakfast with Adam and Hilda at the plantation house. - Drive to the Sans Souci resort in Ocho Rios. - Tour the resort and have lunch with Marilyn, an assistant manager at the resort. - Spend an afternoon enjoying the resort's facilities, (i.e., its clothing optional beach). - Drive to Kingston where we will meet your father at your apartment and go to dinner at a restaurant of his choosing. (He insists on taking us both out to celebrate my birthday.) If you need me to make any changes to the itinerary let me know by tomorrow morning and I will do what I can. However, keep in mind; your father had to call in several favors to get us into the Villas on the Cliffs Hotel on such short notice. Packing Suggestions: Comfortable skirt, peasant blouse, and sandals for the drive. Pack a short wrap-around skirt, lightweight blouse, and sandals. Cargo shorts and a tank top. Tube dress and stiletto-heeled sandals. Sturdy sandals that are comfortable and suitable for hiking in a wet environment, (i.e., Tevas). Stylish and appropriate workout clothes, (i.e., no sweats). Minimal makeup and any undergarments you think you must have for a risqué adventure. A large beach bag with a small bikini or stylish and appropriate maillot swimsuit, i.e., no old-lady or old-fashion swimsuits, a beach cover-up, casual wrap skirt and loose pullover top (no running shorts or T-shirts), flip-flops or Beach Mocs, beach towel, and lots of sun block (SPF 35 or higher). Looking forward to a revealing trip, Mother _______________ Denise sighed in frustration; her mother had scheduled them for four days and three nights of exhibitionism and nudity. She thought, "I wonder what she means by the phrases "where we can change, (i.e., undress)," "Dress (i.e., put on clothes)," and "enjoying the resort's facilities, (i.e., its clothing optional beach)? I'm afraid I know!" Leaning back in her chair, Denise realized she may have been overconfident, may have made a mistake, when she agreed to spend a weekend participating in her mother's idea of risqué activities. She sipped her tea as she considered the reason for the tour and finally said aloud, "I asked her to set this up. I told her I wanted to prove to Will that I'm no longer inhibited, and mother believes that taking him to places she considers risqué would accomplish that goal. Therefore, I will do anything and everything mother suggests during her little risqué tour. Besides, the price of backing out, in terms of my mother's and Will's teasing will be as bad, if not worse, than the costs of going through with the tours. So I guess it's, in for a penny, in for a pound." * * * * * Risqué Wardrobe Denise printed her mother's email and reviewed websites Will had mentioned in the past in an effort to get ideas about the clothing her mother and Will would consider proper attire for risqué adventures. Once she knew what she wanted to buy, Denise dressed in a pair panties, but not a bra, a tan wrap around skirt, one of her father's old dress shirts tying the shirttails around her waist, and her tan, stiletto-heeled, sandals. Because she didn't want to carry a bunch of shopping bags and boxes home, she drove to a parking lot near the three stores where she had shopped for her Seven Progressive Challenges clothes. She knew that if she didn't show up with revealing clothes, her mother would tease her all weekend, therefore it was her intent to find and buy clothes similar to her mother's stated choices, but much more revealing. Remembering her lesson from her earlier clothing purchases, she went to the store with the most revealing clothing first. She quickly found half-dozen sheer, milk-chocolate-colored, thong panties to bring along on her trip. She'd already decided it would be futile to take a bra along—her mother's email statement that she could pack "any undergarments you think you must have," meant only one thing. However, she wasn't as confident that she would have the nerve to do normal activities in public places without wearing underpants. Next, Denise found a black one-piece swimsuit that would be perfect. While looking for a mesh cover-up, she spotted a white string bikini she knew Will would like and decided she should buy it. Finding a white mesh cover-up she liked, Denise decided to replace the black maillot with a white one. Thanking Will for convincing her to get a credit card, she charged the clothes and put the bag in her car trunk before walking to the store where she'd purchased her clothes for the challenges. As before, the second store had clothes that were much more to Denise's liking. She spotted the clerk she had met and worked with twice before and asked for her help. Reading from her mother's packing list she decided to start with the blouses. It took a while but they finally found two short sleeve blouses and picked out a short, front buttoning, tie-waist wraparound skirt to go with them. The store clerk found a Khaki skirt and a matching loose fitting tank top that Denise liked. Denise next told the clerk that she needed a slinky, black, evening dress and when they arrived at the racks of formal dresses, she saw exactly what she wanted hanging on a mannequin. The only problem was that the only similar dress in Denise's size was royal blue. The clerk, noting Denise's disappointment, promised she would find shoes to go with the gown. They combed the shoe racks and found a pair of Royal Blue sandals. The sandals had four-inch heels and buckled straps over the tops of the toes and around the ankles. While the clerk removed the gown from the mannequin, Denise found two other three-inch heeled sandals, one in brown and the other cream colored. With the items in hand, Denise headed, with the clerk and the rest of her selections, to the changing room. It was then that Denise noticed the clerk was not dressed as modestly as she had been the two times before. While the clerk hung Denise's selections on a rack outside the changing room Denise asked, "Have you changed the way you dress?" The clerk blushed and said, "Yes! You were my inspiration. You always looked so good and so comfortable in the sexy clothes you tried on, that I decided to try dressing like you." "How has that worked for you?" "I used to work all day and watch TV all night. Now I have a date every night this weekend," the girl grinned broadly. Hugging her, Denise told the clerk, "I'm happy for you and proud to have been you're inspiration." In the changing room, Denise removed her clothes, including her panties before she tried on the new clothes she and the clerk had selected. As she modeled them, Denise explained the purpose of each outfit, her objective in wearing it, and asked the clerk's opinion. The only change they made was to replace a lime green blouse for one in a cream color, the clerk noting, "The green doesn't really match the brilliance of your eyes, and your dark nipples will look wonderful under the sheer cream color of the mesh." When Denise modeled the royal blue evening gown the clerk noted, "Normally, I tell my customers that a dress like that shows too much, but on you it's perfect. Wearing that dress, you can have any man you want." "Great. Now I'd like to get one more outfit, something to wear around town. I want it to be pleasant to look at but not to attract too much attention. Can you help me?" Denise asked as, not bothering to use the changing room, she slipped off the evening dress. "Yes, put on the shoes you wore here and wait, I'll be right back," the clerk chirped as she ran off to find an outfit she had in mind. When the clerk returned, she told Denise, "This should get you some attention without actually stopping traffic." Handing Denise a light brown, cropped-waist, tie-front, long sleeved, opaque blouse and a dark brown, wrap-around, hip-hugger, twelve-inch long, leather skirt, with a two-inch wide belt, and three inch overlap in front hiding an eight inch split, the clerk explained, "I wore a cream colored skirt and white blouse just like this to the club Saturday and no one complained." Denise, in her heels, but otherwise naked, stepped into the skirt and pulled it up to her hips. She next slipped on the top, tied the long ties in the front of the blouse loosely around her waist. Sitting in a chair in front of a mirror, she was satisfied to see that the short skirt did not expose her waxed labia. Next, she tightened the knot on the blouse, stood up, and shook her shoulders. Again, she was pleased to see that although the blouse only slightly restrained her breasts it still contained them. "Great choice, I'll take it and I'll wear it home." "Excellent. It's always a pleasure to serve you," the clerk said with a grin on her lips and a leer in her eyes. Denise charged her purchase and left the store carrying two bags of shoes and clothing and wearing her new skirt and blouse. * * * * * Risqué Preparations Saturday afternoon Denise first packed her beach bag. It was the easiest; she first threw in her two new swimsuits, and the white mesh beach cover-up she found at the first store, her thongs (flip-flops according to her mother), her largest beach towel, a tube of Ban de Soliel (SPF 8) for tanning, and a bottle of Coppertone Sport Lotion Sunscreen (SPF 50) for protection. Finally, she found and tossed in an old wrap skirt and one of her father's white dress shirts that she used to wear around the apartment before the challenges. "That was easy enough. Now, I need to make a check list from mother's email and gather all the items I need the pack in my carry-on bag," she told herself. Denise spent the rest of the week putting her wardrobe together and preparing herself, physically and mentally, for her "Risqué Tour" with her uninhibited mother. The Wednesday night before the tour was to begin, Denise, as a test to see if she was ready to do "normal activities in public places" while wearing her new clothes, dared herself to wear one of her new outfits to work. She settled on the skirt and blouse the clerk had chosen for her, knowing she had already worn it in public, albeit on a short walk to the parking lot while carrying shopping bags. She hung the skirt and blouse on the closet door so they would act as a reminder the next morning. She decided that her concession to modesty at work and later at lunch with her father would be two safety pins. The first held closed the three-inch overlap that covered the eight-inch split on the front of the wrap-around skirt. The second pin prevented the knot in the tie-front, of her cropped-waist, opaque blouse from coming undone. Thursday, the first day of her upcoming Risqué Adventures, Denise arose early, surprised to notice that she was excited about wearing her revealing skirt and blouse to work, and afterwards to the beginning of her risqué adventures with her mother. While enjoying her morning tea and checking her email, Denise mused that being naked in her apartment was one of her many exhibitionist behaviors that were holdovers from her challenges. Since she started the challenges, she no longer bothered wearing her nightgown, an old XXL cricket jersey, to bed and instead of or her old cover-up, one of her father's old tuxedo shirts, she usually remained naked while she was alone in her apartment. After her shower, she put on minimal make up, brushed out her hair, donned her new outfit, and slipped into her brown, stiletto heel, sandals. When she'd tried on the outfit the night before, she'd neglected to put out a bra or panties. That morning she decided it was an omen and thus she should wear the outfit as she and the sales clerk intended, with only a pair of tan hold up stockings underneath and her heels. As Denise stood before the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door she saw, in a moment of honest assessment, what her mother had constantly told her. She had her father's build, tall and thin. However, she had her mother's figure, a well-proportioned hourglass shape highlighted by large breasts, a nice bubble butt, and long shapely legs. She saw that she was indeed a taller, younger, bustier version of her beautiful, mulatto, Jamaican mother. She also saw that the clothes looked fantastic on her body and against her light caramel-colored skin and dark-brown, curly hair. Her day at work was surprisingly uneventful. A few of the construction company's site managers visiting the office did double takes when they passed her office, but no one said anything. Her boss made his usual late morning stop after his coffee break and although he never ceased ogling her cleavage, his only comment about her clothes was to point at her breasts, grin, and stammer, "I-I-I like your... new look." Her only problem was her concessions to modesty—the two safety pins that kept the split in the front of her skirt closed and prevented the knot in the blouse's tie-front from coming undone. They worked as she had hoped, except they each created an irritation. One scratched her thighs when she walked or shifted in her chair and the other constantly scratched her upper abdomen. Three hours into her workday, Denise took a break, went into the building's restroom, and removed both safety pins. The walk to the coffee room and back to her office was the first time she'd been comfortable since putting in her "concessions to modesty." "Well that's certainly a lesson in the benefits of living an uninhibited life," Denise thought as she returned to her office and sat at her desk. * * * * * That afternoon, when Denise arrived at her parents' house, Annika asked, "Denise, why did you change your clothes?" "I didn't mother, these are the clothes I wore to work." With a huge smile, Annika told her daughter, "I'm pleased to see you're trying to be more uninhibited." "Thank you mother, I'm trying my best to follow your advice." "But, did you remember that we're having lunch... at the Frigate... with your father?" "Yes mother," Denise smiled, reveling in her mother's rare moment of discomfort, "I'm aware of today's schedule. I assumed that clothes good enough to wear to work would be good enough to wear to the Frigate. Do you disagree?" Annika regained control and gave a small polite laugh, mostly at herself, "No Denise, I don't. I'm sure your clothes will be good enough for the Frigate. So if you're packed, let's put your suitcase and beach bag in my car and go to lunch." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 09 On the drive to the Frigate restaurant Denise, accustomed to being the designated driver on outings with her mother, volunteered to drive after lunch so her mother would be free to enjoy a couple of wines with her husband. * * * * * Risqué Lunch The ladies arrived early and opted to sit in a booth in the back of the restaurant so they could talk freely and without bothering anyone else. Annika asked Henry, the headwaiter and afternoon bartender, not to bring their menus until her husband arrived. Ken arrived five minutes later and seeing Annika dressed in white—she had worn white sandals, a white wrap skirt, and a white gauze tie-front peasant blouse—whistled his admiration as he came over to her and gave her a big hug and sensuous kiss. He turned to sit down and noticed Denise's outfit for the first time. Thinking Annika had finally convinced her to wear her clothes from Seven Progressive Challenges, he asked, "Oh, Dee-Dee," his pet name for his favorite daughter, "Would you mind standing up and modeling your outfit for me" Denise took a deep breath—this was going to be another major event in her new uninhibited life. She was going to model a very revealing outfit for her father. If he didn't approve, she would surely never have the strength to continue on her exhibitionistic journey. Ken was fully aware of the situation, Annika had kept him briefed, and he had constantly urged Annika to continue pushing Denise to be more uninhibited. Denise hesitantly slipped out of the booth, stood up, and stepped away from the booth before turning around with her back erect and her arms outstretched. Any concerns she had prior to posing for her father faded away when she saw the smiles on her parents' faces. Denise smiled, breathed out, and giggled as she spun around again and stopped, facing her parents, head up, shoulders back, chest out, hands on her hips, and her feet spread shoulder width. "Dee-Dee! You are stunningly beautiful! Come here and let your proud father give his beautiful daughter a hug and a kiss." Annika beamed as Denise ran into her father's outstretched arms and threw her arms around his neck as he kissed her cheeks. He then pushed her back and holding her right hand spun her like a dancer. When she was again facing him, Ken said, "You are all grown up and beautiful. You are the spitting image of your mother." Without considering her prior attitude about her mother's dress and behavior, Denise smiled broadly and proudly as she said, "Thank you father, that means a great deal to me." "Me too," Annika added, "Now if you two will sit down, we can order some food and wine, and spend some time talking." Ken sat next to Annika and they both slid around toward the back of the booth so Denise could sit next to her proud father. Henry soon arrived with three menus and three full wine glasses—the Johnsons were regulars at the Frigate Pub and Henry had verified their wine choices with Ken when he arrived. No one needed to look at their menus and Annika, Denise, and Ken took turns giving Henry their orders for lunch. As they waited for their orders, Annika told Ken the details of their upcoming weekend of risqué adventures. Throughout her list of locations, Ken's most frequent response was, "Are you sure Denise is ready for that?" Annika's response the first time he asked was, "I believe so. After all, that's the outfit she wore to work." "Really?" Ken asked Denise and when she nodded, he asked her, "How did the men in the office react?" "Oh, they ogled and leered, but they were all well behaved," Denise told him and realized for the first time that the men's behavior toward her was most likely because she followed her mother's advice and imitated her normal behavior when with men she didn't know very well. When Annika cited their next stop on her risqué tour, Ken again asked, "And you think Denise is ready for that?" "That will be part of the test," Annika answered. After they'd finished eating, everyone had a second glass of wine. When their glasses were again full, Denise took a big breath and asked, "Father, I'm afraid I already know the answer, but would you tell me about the first time you met mother?" "Oh, Dee-Dee, I've wanted to tell you that story for years now, of course I will." Annika folded her hands together, turned slightly to face Denise, and looked straight into her daughter's eyes, letting her know she would not contribute to the conversation and her father's story would be his own. Ken turned toward Denise and began his story, "It was an April night. I'd been in Jamaica for three months and I hadn't been doing anything except working. I hadn't had a date since two months before I left England. It was very hot that night, so I decided to get out of my apartment and go to a nearby bar. In fact it was in this exact building." Ken took a sipped of his wine and Annika did not move as, with a cross between a smile and a smirk, she asked, "Denise, would you like to hear all the details?" Denise turned back to her father and told him, "Mother's already told me about your first meeting, I'm just confirming the story, primarily at her insistence." Ken winked at Annika and continued, "If your mother told you the story, you know it's true. She abhors a lie more than I, and you know that I despise both lies and liars." "Okay father, you can just give me the abridged version," a slightly exasperated daughter told her beloved father. "Let me make sure I remember it correctly," Ken replied, smiling at his wife, before he continued with an abridged version of the story, "I stepped onto the front porch. Your mother shoved her large, braless, breasts into my chest. I liked her attitude and enjoyed what she offered. We danced and got sweaty and aroused. I kissed her and she took my hand and led me into a private booth. She demonstrated her skill at fellatio until I erupted in her mouth. I returned the favor, showing her my skills in cunnilingus until she coated my face several times. I removed my clothes and took your mother from behind. We dressed and went to my apartment. I poured wine. She drug me into the bedroom, we undressed, and we engaged in sexual intercourse several more times and several different ways. Many hours later, we took a break and I offered her more wine and asked her if she would be willing to spend more time with me. She said yes. And, as I remember it, those were the first words we said to each other." Denise frowned throughout her father's telling of the story and when it ended, she sat forward in her seat before complaining, "Okay Father, I've often heard you say how much you dislike men and women that act like sluts. Now I've learnt that you and mother were engaging in oral sex and fornicating before you ever spoke to one another, much less knew each other." "Wait a minute Denise. That was uncalled for," Annika interjected. Ken held up his hand to get the ladies to wait, "I think I understand the reason for Denise's anger and misunderstanding," he told Annika before he looked back to Denise, "When you get back from your travels with your mother we'll spend some time together, like we used to do when you were younger. I'll explain everything to you. But for now, let me focus on your mother's and my first time together." Understanding the point Ken wanted to make, Annika reminded Denise, "Remember, I told you that I'd seen your father prior to running into him at the club? What I didn't explain was that I had checked up on him. This was a very small, tight-knit, community and a tall, young, good-looking Englishman stood out. I asked anyone who had any dealings with your father to tell me about him. Therefore, when we first met I was sure he was a man I wanted to get to know and that I very much wanted him." Ken smiled at his wife and turned back to his daughter, "I, also, was completely aware of your mother. Right after I arrived in Kingston, I spotted her in the neighborhood and checked on her. Specifically, I talked with Max the tailor, Lenore at the dance center, the bartenders here at the dance hall, and anyone else that might know her. I'd already determined that she was a woman I was interested in meeting. In fact, I even arranged a business lunch with your grandfather so I could find out more about her. Thus, when your mother pressed her breasts into my chest, I already knew she was a kind, friendly, intelligent, and committed young lady and that I absolutely wanted to go out with her. When we danced together her movements and actions confirmed my opinion that she was exotic and sensual and, I'd already been told, she was intelligent and charming." Ken paused to drink his wine and Annika continued the explanation, "I determined from the way your father looked at me, focused his attention on me, and touched me that he would be an experienced and considerate lover and I resolved to do whatever was necessary to confirm my conclusion." Ken continued, "So when your mother took me to the back room, I was confident we were going to begin a relationship. My only question was whether we were going to have a conversation to confirm our mental and emotional compatibility or if we would engage in physical activities to verify our belief that we were sexually compatible. And, as you now know, your mother had already decided that we could talk later." Seeing Denise was still upset, Ken added, "We both knew, through our inquiries that we wanted to get to know each other. We both believed we were physically and sensually compatible. We both knew we wanted to find out if we were also sexually compatible. Therefore, we made the choice to have a sexual encounter, right then. Now, perhaps you aren't fully aware, but we both believed, and still believe, that good sex is paramount to a successful relationship. And, whilst I'm sure your mother mentioned it, you probably did not fully comprehend that we spent the weekend talking—when we weren't just, as you phrased it, engaging in oral sex and fornicating." Annika laughed and acknowledged Ken's statement, "It was a fantastic weekend wasn't it?" Ken leaned over, patted her thigh as her kissed her, and told her, "And it's been a fabulous thirty-five years." Annika returned her attention to Denise, "You're probably confused by your father's distinction between being a flirtatious woman that frequently wants and enjoys sex with the man she adores, someone like me, versus being a promiscuous slut." Denise frowned as she nodded her agreement to being confused. "In those cases where you heard your father say a woman was acting like a slut, he meant she was exhibiting herself in a manner intended to convince any male she encountered to engage in sexual intercourse with her. That she had no regard as to whom her partner would be or the quality of sex that particular partner could or would provide her—she was behaving much like an unpaid prostitute. However, your father does not have a problem with a woman that is flirtatious and exhibits a desire to have a sexual liaison with a compatible and skilled partner." "It's not the advertising or promotion that I object to, it's an obvious lack of discrimination and sophistication," Ken informed his daughter. "I'll consider your argument," Denise consented to them both. "We can talk about it some more this weekend," Annika told Denise as she patted the back of her daughter's hand. She then changed the subject, saying, "In the meantime, your father has been curious about the challenges, especially the clothes you wore, which he has never seen. Would you send him some of the photographs you showed me?" Denise paused with the realization that her mother actually expected her to show her father some rather revealing photographs of herself. Then, remembering her father just said that it wasn't the "advertising" that he objected to, after all, look at how her mother dressed, she decided to share the photos right away, "I could show him the pictures now, if you'll give me the keys to your car so I can retrieve my computer from the boot." * * * * * Risqué Revelations She soon returned to the booth, and after sitting the notebook in the center of the table, so all three of them could see the screen, Denise used the graphics display software Will had told her about to display the photographs contained in her purposely-created folder. A few weeks earlier Denise concluded her mother would surely want her to share her challenge photographs with her and possibly her father. In preparation for that eventuality, she'd prepared a folder with a selection of photographs that demonstrated what she had done in order to accomplish each of the challenges. However, because she'd just finished chatting with Will and had been imbibing wine for several hours before she selected the photographs for her presentation, she hadn't been as circumspect as she would have been under normal circumstances. Denise displayed two photographs in sequence that showed her in a clothing store modeling the skirt, blouse, and heels she'd selected as part of her first challenge. She told her parents, "As mother already knows, my first challenge was to buy the revealing clothes I'd need for the subsequent challenges. I took Will's advice and modeled the clothes in the shop whilst I had the clerk take photographs. When I changed into the new clothes, I removed my bra. To answer your question before you ask, I don't really know why, other than I knew that Will would eventually make me do it. As for mother's next question, Yes, I felt empowered whilst I modeled and bought the clothes, clothes I knew the clerk didn't have the nerve to wear. Although, I since learnt she was inspired by my example and now dresses in revealing clothing." Denise brought up the next picture showing her as she modeled the clothes in the store with the outline of her nipples evident through the sheer material of the blouse and her thighs exposed under her short skirt. "And that is what you wore for the rest of the challenges?" Annika asked. "Yes, except I also wore hose for all the challenges and for the final two challenges, I didn't wear underwear." Denise answered her mother before moving on to her next challenge. "For the second challenge I needed to have someone take my picture in a tourist location, Denise explained as she brought up three photos that showed her wearing the new clothes as she posed before the Redemption Song statue in Emancipation Park. In the first photograph, she stood before the statue of a busty African female. In the next, she posed before the statue of an endowed African male slave. The last photograph showed her standing at the pool ledge with both statutes visible behind her. The shape of her breasts very visible, and a much of her cleavage was exposed because the top three buttons of her blouse were undone and the effect of her push-up bra. In addition, the bright sunlight made her blouse nearly transparent. More importantly to Annika and Ken, her happiness was evident in her huge toothy grin and her sparkling green eyes. Denise explained, "I didn't have the nerve to go braless, so instead, I wore a shelf bra that lifted and exposed my breasts. It was exciting to see the men watching and even staring at me as I walked around the park. As I asked an older gentleman to take my picture and later whilst I posed, I noticed his arousal, and thinking it was because of me, I rewarded him with a kiss. I again felt powerful and in charge. For that moment, I also felt sexy, decadent, and uninhibited. How I imagine you must always feel, mother." "Yes, I do. That is one of the reasons I've always pushed you to be more open and uninhibited," Annika confessed. Ken had remained silent as Denise narrated her photo show, but when she paused after showing the last photograph he commented, "Very nice. You look beautiful standing under the Redemption Song statue. But your mother mentioned that you posed for the challenge photographs whilst uncovered and unsupported underneath that nearly transparent blouse." Denise blushed slightly, but continued her presentation, "In answer to your question, for the third challenge, I had to have at least five photographs showing conclusively that I was braless in a public tourist spot. Since I had to be photograph at a different tourist location—I chose the Villa Ronai, and asked Andrew to be the photographer. This photograph was taken at the Villa Ronai's seaside cliffs." She brought a photograph onto the screen showing her posed in front of the cypress grove. After waiting a few seconds, Denise brought up another photograph, showing her posed in front of the villa. In both, it was evident from her cleavage, the outline of her breasts, her visible areolae under the sheer material of her blouse, and the protrusions of her erect nipples, that Denise was braless. It was also evident that she was determined, excited, and aroused, almost as if she was having an orgasm. Although she had mentioned that she'd posed braless and topless, Denise had never told her mother the whole story, so she explained, "The photo shoot at Villa Ronai was a turning point for me. As Andrew and I walked to the first location, I was concerned because I was wearing the sheer blouse without a bra to cover and contain my breasts. I was afraid of having someone I knew see my all but bared breasts, or even photograph me in the sheer blouse. However, once Andrew started taking pictures and commenting on how beautiful I looked, I felt powerful. I forgot all about my concerns, and focused on my goal of accomplishing the challenge. A feeling of power overcame me, a feeling of being in charge. The more I accepted that I was the one in charge the easier it was for me to do anything I wanted. I soon realized that Will had been right, it was my own willingness to expose myself that gave me the strength to take charge." Denise pressed the page down key and her parents saw an image of her standing beside an older gentleman, clearly a tourist. Her left arm was around the gentleman's shoulders, her right hand on her hip, as she stood tall, erect, her feet apart, and her shoulders pulled back. Most notably, her blouse was unbuttoned and pulled aside exposing her flat stomach, large breasts, dark areolae, and clearly extended nipples. Most important to Annika, Denise's lips curved upwards in a huge, toothy smile. Annika gasped, "Denise, that's you! Your breasts are exposed! And, you're smiling." Denise smiled with the knowledge that she'd just shocked her mother, as she explained, "By then, I was feeling so empowered that when the gentleman shyly asked if I would pose topless, I hesitated for only a moment before I willingly exposed my breasts to him, Andrew, and the camera. I again felt I was in total command of the situation." "Well you look incredibly beautiful," Annika exclaimed. Ken was thrilled to see Denise behaving so unabashedly and struggled to maintain a calm voice when he asked, "Who was that man and why were you topless?" Denise smiled at the memory and answered, "He thought I looked like a dancer on the poster in his grandson's bedroom. He asked me to pose with him to prove to his grandson he had actually met one of the two topless dancers on the famous Jamaican Bacchanal poster." "I'm sorry you had to learn about it from a stranger. I can explain my reasons for keeping it from you if you wish," her father apologized. Not wanting her father to worry, Denise told him, "Don't worry father. Mother told me what you did for Max and me. I've made my peace with it." Annika, the psychologist, asked her daughter, "How did you feel at the moment you learnt about the poster?" After staring at the picture on the screen for a moment, Denise explained, "Keep in mind that I was already pretty emotional and feeling powerful and in charge, but I remember feeling slightly shocked, very surprised, somewhat astonished, a little embarrassed, but mostly proud to be featured on a poster that thousands of young men found exciting and even arousing." Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 09 Deciding to move forward, Denise pressed the page down key bringing up the next photo. The image on the screen showed her holding onto Harold's arm, her other arm outstretched for balance, head down, blouse blowing behind her, breasts at the top of their bounce, and Harold's head down and toward her as he clearly ogled her chest. As Denise was explaining how the gentleman had helped her walk down the flagstone path in her heels, she heard a voice in the back of her head, Will's voice, or how she imagined Will's voice sounded, asking her, no demanding, "You should show them the video." Denise sighed in resignation, clicked on the icon to open a second copy of the graphic display program, and used it to retrieve the video file. Before clicking the play icon she explained, "I was worried about tripping and wasn't aware that Andrew was taking this video." The video ran for almost two minutes and showed Denise walking down flagstone steps with Harold's assistance and once she reached flat ground, she looked up, smiled, and waved to the camera as her bared breasts swayed and jiggled. Annika asked Ken, "What does that remind you of?" "The film from Cap d'Agde," Ken answered before Annika joined his laughter at the memory. Denise ignored their inside joke, closed the video and switched back to the photographs, and without thinking brought up the next photograph. It showed her dancing shoeless, in her stockings, her open blouse blowing in the breeze. When no one commented, Denise determined she'd methodically move through the rest of the photos until someone commented or asked her to pause. She brought up the next photo showing her bare-breasted and sweaty while dancing on the lawn, the Caribbean Sea in the background. When Annika leaned forward and examined the photograph, Denise confessed, "By then I was comfortable with my breasts exposed, I was feeling beautiful, empowered, and uninhibited." The next photo was similar except Harold was dancing with her. In the following photo, she was again alone, but topless. After again waiting for fifteen seconds, she moved forward to another photo of her dancing topless, but she was on a patio and in her heels. Ten seconds past without comment and she moved to the next photograph. It showed Denise and the tourist with their arms raised in victory. "That looks a lot like the Jamaican Bacchanal poster," Ken noted. "Andrew and Harold asked me to recreate the poster and I thought it might be fun and exciting to oblige their request," Denise answered calmly. Ken turned toward Denise and stated, "Denise, I know that your mother has talked to you about staying in control and I understand that your Internet friend is always reminding you to be careful, but I feel an obligation as your father to talk to you about being safe and in control." "Yes, father?" Denise asked wondering what was bothering him. "First of all, besides noticing that "he seemed nice," what safety factors had you taken into consideration?" Ken asked in a neutral but stern tone. "It was a public location and Andrew was there. He's a good friend and I trust him," Denise answered without hesitation. "Okay, now tell me what made you decide to pose topless for this man?" "He was a nice, polite gentleman who told me that his son had a poster of Max and me dancing topless on a Bacchanal float and politely asked if I would pose with him. I agreed, because it seemed the nice thing to do and the most expedient way to get rid of him. As we talked and posed, he told me many nice things about the poster and asked very politely if I would recreate the pose so he could prove to his grandson that he had indeed met one of the beautiful girls in the poster. I figured since he'd already seen a photo of me topless, I was all but topless without a bra and wearing a sheer blouse, and I had already decided that I was going to take off my top to win the challenge, there wasn't a good reason to not pose topless with him." "How did you feel whilst you were posing and afterwards?" Ken asked, still maintaining neutrality in his voice "I was happy, I was ecstatic, I was thrilled. Maybe the rest of the photos will show you how I felt," she answered, and looked to see her father scrutinizing the photograph on the screen. After it was clear that Ken had finished examining the display Denise pressed the page down key and a photograph of her topless, clearly sweating, and smiling at the camera as she danced on the patio appeared on the screen. "Wow," Ken exclaimed, "That's amazing! Then, somewhat tongue in cheek, Ken added, "Those are spectacular!" "Father, that's a comment I'd expect from Will, with his love of sexual double entendre, not one I expect to hear from my father," Denise complained. "Sorry, but I actually meant the comment to have a triple meaning. First, the photographs are professionally posed and framed, second you look like a professional model in the photographs, and finally, these photographs make it very evident that you are beautiful and have a spectacular figure." "But, you're my father!" "Yes, and along with your mother, I've been trying for years to get you to loosen up and start enjoying life. These pictures are one of the few times I've seen you carefree and uninhibited. Whatever it was that lead you to pose for these photographs, I hope you will continue doing it." Annika laughed, "I think there's more Ken," and turning to Denise said, "Do you have the photograph you mentioned to me? Andrew's favorite recreation?" When Denise hesitated Ken said, "Please Dee-Dee, it would mean a great deal to me to see more photographs of my second favorite Jamaican Beauty obviously enjoying herself while behaving in a carefree and uninhibited manner." "Okay father," Denise agreed with a big smile. Denise no longer contemplated the pros and cons of continuing to show her father revealing photographs of herself. Instead, wishing to please him, she pressed the page down key bringing the next photograph in the folder onto the screen. It showed Denise standing on the patio behind a rail with cypress trees behind her. She stood erect, her shoulders back, stomach muscles taut, chest thrust forward, arms raised in victory, eyes looking up, and an intriguing grin on her lips. Denise calmly explained, "That's Andrew's recreation of my half of the Bacchanal poster." Ken could clearly tell a professional had posed and framed the photographs. He also saw that Denise's dark areolae and erect nipples were quite evident. Most notably and important to him, her eyes sparkled and she has a huge smile. "Very nice," he commented and trying to maintain the neutral tone in his voice, he added, "Andrew has an artist eye, that's a beautiful photograph of a beautiful young lady. Could I have a copy?" Pausing for a second, Denise caught herself, took a deep breath, and answered, "I'll ask Andrew if he'll work with Jackson to crop it, clean it up, and print it. Okay?" "Thank you. That would please me greatly," Ken, a genuine smile spreading across his face, answered. Flushed with pride at the comment, Denise continued to the next photograph showing Andrew standing behind her on the same patio. Denise, still topless, smiled broadly, with Andrew's arms wrapped around her waist. "That's Andrew, the photographer that took all of these pictures," Denise explained before she sat back in her seat and took a sip from her wine glass. Ken patted Denise's hand and told her, "Denise, I want to take this opportunity to remind you of something I've been trying to get you to accept for years. You, Denise Janeen Johnson, like your mother, are a kind, friendly, intelligent, committed, and very sensual and beautiful young lady." Denise sat still for several seconds, as she remembered hundreds of fond moments of being with her handsome and proper father who she always knew loved her more than he loved anyone else in the world except her mother. Finally, Denise unconsciously reached out and pressed the page down key to bring up the next photograph, one that showed her standing in front of Andrew, a huge smile on her face, her breasts thrust out, holding Andrew's wrists as his palms cupped the bottoms of her sweat-covered breasts "My, you two seem to be more than very close friends," Annika noted. "I told you mother. Each of us, for our own reasons, not the least of which being Andrew is gay, have agreed not to try to take our relationship beyond friendship. We both wish to remain friends. We are more than close friends; you could say we have an uninhibited friendship." Annika leaned over and pressed the page down button to bring up the next photograph. In it, Andrew stood behind Denise, this time they were in profile, both smiling broadly, Denise still holding Andrew's wrists as he lifted her breasts in the palms of his hands. "It seems to me that you really like him. Are you sure he's gay?" her father commented with a laugh. "He's a very close friend, one of my best friends. And yes, I'm sure he's gay," Denise acknowledged. Annika again pressed the page down key. This time Andrew and Denise where in profile but facing one another with Denise's breasts pressed to Andrew's chest." Ken asked, "Who posed and shot these pictures?" "I posed them and Harold, the tourist, took them," Denise answered with a slight blush on her cheeks. "Very nice," Ken told his daughter as Annika pressed the key to bring up the next photograph, one that showed Denise and Andrew kissing. "Denise, it seems to me that Andrew is more than a very close friend," her father said with a big smile. Denise blushed and explained, "Yes, I guess so. I once offered to have a relationship with him, even a sexual relationship. However, after we talked it over, we decided that dating, having a relationship beyond being friends, or having sex would complicate our friendship and neither of us wanted to take that risk." "I believe I understand both of your reasons. I'm sure it was a good decision and I support it. I'm also pleased that you were so forthright with Andrew and honest with him and yourself," Ken told her as he saluted her with a tip of his wine glass. Denise nodded to her father's salute and then remembering that there were still more photographs of her accomplishing the challenges, announced with a giggle, "That's not the end of the show. In fact, it's not even the end of the story for this challenge. However, there are no photographs of the next part, unless Andrew took some without my knowing about it." "I don't understand. Wasn't the challenge that you pose braless at a tourist location? And didn't these photos prove you did that?" Annika inquired. "Yes mother. However, the American tourist was a very nice, kind, and considerate man, and I thought he was very handsome. He told me he was a widower, had taken his cruise in order to meet women, but the women on board that he liked didn't find him interesting. Because I liked him and enjoyed my time with him, I decided to give those ladies something to find interesting about him." "What was that?" "A ribald story," Denise laughed and paused before she continued, "As he waited for his bus with the rest of his tour group, I ran to him with my breasts obviously swaying and jiggling. When I reached him, I grabbed his hands and pulled them to my breast and asked him loudly, 'See how my nipples beg for you to suckle them again?'" "Really? You did that?" an incredulous Annika asked her daughter. "Yes! I was, at that moment, feeling very uninhibited and totally in charge of the situation. Next, I put his hand under my skirt and announced loudly; feel how hot my little kitten is in anticipation of your return." "Under your skirt?" "It had to look real, so I put his hand on my upper thigh near my panties." The three of them laughed together, not knowing why, other than their shared admiration for Denise's uninhibited behavior. Denise pressed the Page Down key and a photograph showing her in her a short skirt, transparent blouse, and high heels she'd purchased for the challenge, on a dance floor, in a slightly crowded bar, dancing alone, her blouse unbuttoned but still covering her breasts. "Would you explain this to your father and me?" Annika asked. Denise explained, "This was the fourth challenge which had two levels. I think Will used the first level, which required me to bare and expose my breasts in a bar or nightclub, just to lure me into taking the challenge because I already knew, from the previous challenges, that I could do that. However, he also knew I'd want, need, and have to accomplish the second level. To bare and expose my pubes and possibly my labia, to prove I was uninhibited." "It may be that Will understands you as well, if not better than anyone else, other than your father and me," Annika told her daughter. Denise offered an explanation, "So, for you to understand my actions I need to point out that some of the effects of my participation in the Seven Progressive Challenges included changes in my attitude and behavior. I began sleeping naked, having sexy dreams, usually about Will, and masturbating in my sleep, and later even whilst awake and chatting on-line with Will. In addition, I was no longer bothered by the guys at work ogling me and attempting to look down my blouse, in fact I daydreamed about exposing myself." Annika nodded and told her daughter, "We should probably talk about those changes and your resultant behavior someday soon." Denise continued, "With that new attitude, I decided to forgo both my bra and my panties and to walk the four blocks to the bar. As I walked, I quickly realized that I had a great deal of power and that as long as I kept my head, and didn't do anything stupid, I would be in control of what happened. When I walked into the bar, my blouse was soaked with perspiration and clung to my breasts. I did find climbing onto a bar stool whilst not wearing panties to be difficult, but I simply did it, without worrying about exposing myself. That's when I decided that I was definitely ready to win the challenge." "Andrew took the photos in the Jambalaya Bar, a secretly gay and lesbian bar," Denise explained, as she pressed the Page Down key. The screen displayed a marvelous photograph showing Denise on the dance floor, her blouse unbuttoned, and her breasts exposed, licking her lips as she wagged her upturned index finger back and forth. Annika told her daughter, "Dee-Dee, you look wonderful in this photograph." Denise smiled and explained to her parents, "This photograph could have completed the challenge, which had two parts. As I mentioned, the first part was to prove I was braless as I wore that outfit and danced on the dance floor of a bar or nightclub. The second part was to prove conclusively that I also wasn't wearing panties." The next photograph showed her dancing with her blouse fluttering behind her and her trim waist, flat stomach, and large breasts with their dark brown nipples exposed to both the camera and the patrons in the bar. Annika asked, "Do you remember what you were thinking at that point?" Denise was surprised as she recalled and told her mother, "Yes I do, I was dreaming that I was trying to convince Will to dance with me." Denise pressed the Page Down key to bring up the next photograph, taken at an angle looking up at Denise, who was naked except for a pair of nylon hose and high heels, her trimmed bush and shaved labia visible, as she kicked her skirt towards the camera. Denise calmly narrated, "This photograph was my proof that I accomplished the second part of the fourth challenge. Annika asked, "And what were your thoughts at this point?" "I was dreaming that I was teasing Will, trying to convince him to have sex with me," Denise answered before pressing the Page Down key to bring up the next photo in the series. The screen filled with a view of Denise. The camera was slightly to the side and pointed up from the floor. Her legs were apart, spittle was visible on her fingers as they reached down towards her shaved and glistening privates. "Oh Denise, were you that excited, did you want him that much?" Annika asked. Denise answered calmly and honestly, "In my dream I wanted Will that much. I was dreaming that I was on a balcony overlooking a waterfall and I was trying to entice my lover, Will, to take me to his bed." Ken whistled before adding, "And, I'd bet he did just that." "I don't know, Andrew shouted at me and I came back to my senses and quickly dressed and we went back to the bar," Denise replied as she shut the notebook computer and ended the show. "Thank you for sharing your photographs with me," Denise's proud father said to his apparently completely uninhibited baby girl. * * * * * For reasons she didn't fully understand, Denise did not talk about her feelings when Andrew later asked her to pose for pictures he wanted to use in his portfolio. She didn't share how beautiful it made her feel, how uninhibited she felt, how happy she was during their dinner at Jerry's Jerk Joynt. She also opted not to explain how in control she felt, walking home through New Kingston, while wearing her revealing clothes. How she easily put off a group of boys that complimented her in their own way and asked her to have a drink with them. Although she wanted to talk to her mother about the psychology of her feelings and actions, Denise put off talking about her own feelings of disgust when she first looked at the pictures. Pictures of her stripping on the dance floor. She also did not want to talk about how she quickly felt better when she focused her attention on her excitement that evening. Nor did she want to share how she masturbated as she slept, and again the next morning. Furthermore, she opted not to talk about how decadent she had been by letting Will know she was masturbating as she was chatting on-line with him. Nevertheless, she knew she would have to reveal it all to her mother, especially if she wanted to understand how and why her feelings were changing so quickly and dramatically. * * * * * Her Last Challenge Annika, deciding to push her daughter a little further, asked, "I thought you completed the fifth challenge before you quit. Do you have any of the photographs from that challenge?" After shifting in the booth to face her mother, Denise asked, "You know what I had to do. Do you really think I should share those photos with father?" "Absolutely! In fact, I believe you should be proud of what you accomplished. Please, share any photos you have from the fifth challenge with your father and me." Denise turned to take a sip of wine. She wanted to steel herself before she showed her mother and father the next set of pictures. She wasn't sure whether she was proud of, or embarrassed by, her actions at the Quad and the pictures she was about to show her parents. She didn't know if her mother or father would scold her or praise her for her nearly complete lack of inhibition. When Denise turned toward her computer, the knot that held her blouse closed came untied allowing the blouse to open and expose most of her cleavage. Denise did not notice that as she reached out to open the notebook computer, her blouse shifted and exposed her left nipple. The screen saver closed and again displayed the photograph of Denise, naked and apparently prepared to masturbate while on the dance floor. Annika reached over and pressed the Page Down key without informing Denise that her left breast was exposed. The next photograph showed Denise standing in a street, turned slightly with her feet spread apart, shoulders pulled back, bare breasts thrust forward and erect nipples very evident in the setting sun that also framed a group of pedestrians as they crossed the street behind her. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 09 "Are you topless, on the street, in public?" Ken asked. "Oh, I forgot that I put those photographs in the folder, they were for Andrew's portfolio. It was an idea he had and when he asked me if I would pose for it, I was so caught up in the idea that I agreed without thinking about the location." "Well, as I said before, Andrew has the eye of an artist, and you are a fabulous model," Ken told his beautiful and seemingly uninhibited daughter. Denise reached out and pressed the Page Down key as she tried to remember which photographs she had copied into this folder. Holding her finger over the Page Down key she explained, "My fifth challenge had three specific tasks, each with two levels, the first level was to pose without a bra, and the second was without bra and panties. In order to accomplish the second level, my proof had to be photographs that showed conclusively that I was not wearing either a bra or panties, that I was naked under my outfit. The best proof, in my mind, was to simply be naked in each of the photographs." Annika, using her psychologist voice, asked, "Let me be sure I understand. Earlier, in the photograph where you're dancing in the bar, you said you were daydreaming and didn't know that you had stripped and were dancing naked. Is that correct?" "Pretty much, in my daydream I was dancing naked, but I didn't know I was actually naked as I danced with Andrew in the bar." Annika continued, "But, for the fifth challenge, you conscientiously decided that in order to accomplish the challenge, you would purposely pose naked in your favorite nightclub?" "Yes, that was my conclusion." "Thank you for clarifying that for me. Please continue." Denise returned to her explanation, "Because I had to complete the challenge at one of my favorite clubs, I was worried about being exposed in front of someone that knew me. Nevertheless, I was resolved to go through with it and to accomplish the fifth challenge. Fortunately, Andrew volunteered to be my dance partner, and as you just saw, I'd already stripped in front of him. He arranged to have our friend Jackson, who's a real estate photographer, in fact I think he's done some work for you father, take the photographs." Pressing the Page Down key Denise explained, "The first task was to prove I wasn't wearing a bra or panties whilst standing outside the club."" The photograph showed Denise standing between Andrew and Jackson with the QUAD Club sign visible in the background. Denise had thrust her breasts toward the camera and the two men, each with an arm around her back, were cupping one of her breasts in their palms. Ken joked, "It seems you're also very friendly with Jackson." Denise chose to ignore her father's joke and placed her finger on the Page Down key to reveal the next photograph. Except for her nylons and heels, she was naked, her legs were apart, and her hands rested on her hips. "That proved I accomplished the first task," she explained and continued, "For the second task, I had to do the same thing whilst having a drink at a bar in the club." However, the next photograph showed Andrew standing behind Denise, who was still naked and holding his hands on her breasts. Annika turned the computer so Denise could see it, and asked, "What was going through your mind as you posed naked for this picture on the street in front of the Quad with Andrew's arms around you and holding your breasts? Remembering what happened and as calmly as she could, Denise told her mother, "I was worried that someone might complain about us, but I was committed to accomplishing the dare. Denise pressed the Page Down key and said, huskily, "But, I did it!" Denise stared at the scene displayed on the computer screen, remembered the moment and her feelings, and without realizing what she was doing, quietly explained it to her parents, "I'd slipped into my dream just as I placed Andrew's hands on my hips. When Jackson took our photograph, I moved Andrew's hands to my pubic hair and instructed him to be sure to smile, to remember that he was gay and thus he shouldn't be too excited, because he was just posing with a friend." Annika pressed the Page Down key and Denise continued to stare at the screen as she explained the scene in a barely audible whisper, "We both laughed as we held the pose and Jackson took the photograph of Andrew reaching for my exposed pussy. I came out of my dream when I heard Andrew's concerned voice telling me that I was shaking. I didn't understand what he was telling me but I was worried about someone seeing us and complaining. I told Andrew that we were almost done, just before I closed my eyes and again envisioned myself on the balcony overlooking Reach Falls, where I took my lover's hand, Will's hand, and placed it on me so he'd know how wet I was, how much I wanted to make love to him." Coming back to reality for a moment, Denise thought aloud, "Jackson obviously took the photograph that we're now looking at." Denise slipped back into her memories, remembering how happy she was that, at least in her dream, she'd finally convinced Will to make love to her. She wanted him to know the extent of her desire, and to that end, she'd pushed his index finger between her labia. Apparently, although she wasn't sure, Andrew's thumb grazed her exposed nub and caused her to shiver as the result of a small orgasm. Her evidence was the photograph on the screen that Jackson took catching that exact moment. It clearly showed shock on Andrew's face as he felt Denise's moistness and the curl of her lip as she felt her own pleasures. Annika sat, too shocked to comment as she saw the picture of her daughter, outside the Quad, naked, with Andrew's finger in her quim, her knees bent slightly, her head back, eyes closed, and lips curled, as she was clearly having an orgasm. Finally, Annika regained her composure and asked, "Why were you shaking?" Denise came back to reality and once she comprehended where she was, what was happening, and what her mother had asked her, she smiled, happy to have once again shocked her mother, and gave her an honest, but over simplified answer, "I was shaking from fear, excitement, lust, and several orgasms." Sensing that Denise was contented at having shocked her mother, and probably didn't want to have an in-depth discussion about her actions that night and her feelings then and now, Annika decided to continue reviewing the photographs. Annika pressed the Page Down key to bring up the next photograph which showed Denise on a bar stool with her heels hooked on the foot rail while Andrew and Jackson stood on either side with shocked expressions. Her blouse was open and hanging to her sides exposing her breasts. She was leaning back against the forward edge of the stool, her legs spread, skirt pulled up, and her trimmed, dark-brown, pubic hair and shaved labia exposed to the camera. Denise answered her mother's unspoken question, "I was completely dedicated to winning the challenge, excited, and thrilled at having just completed both levels of the first two of three tasks. That was my proof that I'd accomplished the second task." Annika pressed the Page Down key and brought up a photograph of Denise at the same bar and in almost the same position. She was again leaning against the edge of the stool seat, heels hooked on the foot rest, knees straightened, legs spread apart, and skirt pulled up to her waist. However, instead of two boys standing beside her, a woman had her fingers inserted in Denise's vulva and a thumb pressed against Denise's clitoris. Denise's breasts seemed to be shaking, she again appeared to be shuttering in an orgasm. "Well, you certainly weren't being inhibited then," Annika chuckled. "That's the woman I told you about, Michelle. She showed me the truth in something Will was always saying and, until then, I thought was just one of his little jokes that I never understood." "What was that?" Denise unconsciously pressed the Page Down key, closed her eyes, and remembered the quote before stating it, "Whenever we discuss homosexual relationships, he asks me, why I would want to eliminate half the population when I'm looking for a little sex?" When she opened her eyes, Denise saw a photograph of Michelle sitting on the bar stool with Denise kneeling between her thighs and her tongue on Michelle's labia. She blushed and weakly explained, "I thought I should return the pleasure she'd given me." Annika grinned knowing her daughter was finally learning to appreciate the joys of sexually uninhibited behavior. She stated and then asked, "It's evident in the pictures that you found the experience sexually enjoyable. Would you mind telling me how you felt?" Denise thought for a few seconds before she answered, "At first, I was simply driven by lust, from my earlier exploits, the current situation, and from Michelle's behavior. I also gained an understanding of something else Will always said, that good sex is good sex no matter the gender of your partner. However, I was amazed that a woman had given me an orgasm, and excited to learn that I was sexually capable enough to cause another woman to have an orgasm. And finally, I felt sexually satisfied and sated." Taking control of the computer and the conversation, Denise quickly revealed the photos of her and Michelle, naked except for their shoes, dancing together in the nightclub. When she reached the last photograph, she took a sip of her wine before telling her parents, "I was excited that a woman thought that I was beautiful. She said that if I was ever in the United States she'd be happy to let me stay with her, in her bed." Annika and Ken smiled and Denise took the opportunity to press the Page Down key. The screen filled with a photograph of Denise and Michelle standing side-by-side, Denise again naked except for her heels and hold up stockings and Michelle wearing only a pair of sandals, their arms raised, hands clasped together, fingers intertwined, breasts thrust forward, heads back, eyes looking skyward, and smiles on their faces. Ken asked, "So Dee-Dee, what is the story behind that photo?" "Michelle was concerned that I might release the pictures Jackson took of the two of us, so I had Andrew use her camera to photograph me in any pose that Michelle desired. We danced naked together, and Andrew suggest the Bacchanal poster pose. You're looking at the result." "You both look very beautiful. But, I'm still curious, how do you feel about Michelle, the person?" Ken asked. "I found her sexually attractive and I'd like to have the opportunity to spend more time with her, to get to know her better as a person, possibly as a friend, and probably as a sex partner," Denise told her father, being completely honest and without considering what she was telling him. When Ken nodded without comment, Denise changed the subject back to her fifth challenge, "The third task was to prove I was without bra and panties whilst I was dancing with a friend on the club dance floor. As I said, Andrew volunteered to dance with me and Jackson agreed to take the pictures I needed." Denise revealed the photographs she'd used to prove to Will that she completed the third task of her challenge. They showed her dancing with Andrew. In each picture, she wore one less piece of clothing until she was, except for her nylons and high heels, naked again. Although Annika did not ask, Denise answered her question, "I was committed to winning the challenge, happy that I could be completely uninhibited. Partially because of the challenge, but primarily because of my encounter with Michelle, I was extremely aroused. I was again dreaming that I was on a balcony and teasing Will, wanting him to know how much I wanted to have sex with him. Then my former Arts School roommate and her cohorts slammed me. I somehow forced myself to finish, I knew that no matter how I felt, I had to be sure I had enough photos to accomplish the challenge. And I made sure that I did." Realizing that was the last photograph, Ken smiled at his daughter and acknowledged, "Those were marvelous photographs of a stunningly beautiful and uninhibited woman. Thank you for sharing them with me and explaining how you felt whilst completing your challenges." Denise blushed and nodded her acceptance of her father's praise as she muttered, "Thank you father." "You're welcome," Ken replied. Denise kissed her father, and whispered something to him. He returned her kiss and simply replied, "Thank you Denise. I will make the time and the arrangements. Now go have a good time with your mother, and give her a chance to teach and show you the joys of living uninhibitedly." "Yes father, I will." * * * * * Risqué Hotel An hour and three cups of coffee later Denise was driving her mother's car to Oracabessa—the first stop on their review of risqué activities in Jamaica. As she drove, she kept fidgeting and shifting in the driver's seat. "What's the problem," her mother asked and explained, "Ever since you started driving you haven't spoken ten words and you've moving around like you can't get comfortable." I'm sorry mother, I've been trying to get comfortable, but my blouse keeps coming untied and flapping around. I haven't been able to get settled." "Then why don't you take it off," Annika asked and pointed out, "After all, there's hardly any traffic on the road." Denise began to argue that she'd be topless and anyone they passed would see her bared breasts, but before was halfway through with her defense, her mother had removed her own blouse and dropped on the floorboard in the back of the car. Realizing her argument was falling on the deaf ears of her exhibitionist mother, Denise opted to follow her suggestion. When they reached a straight stretch in the road, Denise had Annika steer the car while Denise removed her blouse. She then handed it to her mother, who put it on the backseat floorboard. "Okay now that the fidgeting problem has been corrected," Annika noted, "Tell me why you're in such a pensive mood." Denise complained, "You know it was bad enough having to deal with you and Will. Now, with Max and father, I have four people pushing me to become an uninhibited, promiscuous, exhibitionist. Annika paused before responding, "I don't think that's exactly what any of us want for you. What I'm sure we all want, is for you to spend less time worrying about what others might think or say and more time feeling free to enjoy yourself." "That's not the message I'm hearing," Denise, displaying a big smile, answered. Annika smiled back and asked, "So were you afraid that if you showed the challenge photographs to your father he might complain about you dancing topless or naked in public?" Denise laughed at her lack of congruity regarding her father's opinion given the uninhibited, exhibitionist he married and admitted, "I guess I didn't actually think it through." Denise's mind went back to that day at the Villa Ronai and how uninhibited and empowered she felt. How much she appreciated the looks, ogles, and stares she received from Andrew, Harold, and the other tourists. How excited and happy she was dancing and posing for Andrew and Harold. Then she remembered how, once she had committed to showing the challenge photographs to her father, she again felt empowered and free. She thought about how happy she was when her father told her how much he admired her for having the strength to pose for the photographs and how beautiful she looked in them. Seeing that Denise was deep in thought, Annika sat quietly for several minutes before asking, "So Denise, have you accepted the veracity of my story about my first date with your father?" "I'm sorry mother, my mind was somewhere else. Yes, I apologize. Deep down I always knew your story was true, because I knew how much you hate lies. I apologize for challenging your story and more importantly, I'm terribly sorry for implying that you would lie." "Thank you for that. I know it upset you to hear that your father engaged in sexual activities and I apologize for being so crass when I told you that story. However, you should always remember, whilst your father is a wonderful human, friend, husband, and father, he is also a very sexual being. In fact, he is often nearly insatiable." Denise opted not to follow up on the information her mother had again shared, and Max had often hinted at, thinking it might be better if they discussed it later, after several, if not many, glasses of wine. Annika continued with her original objective, "Do you think you will be able to find it in your heart to apologize to your father for your criticism of our behavior on our first meeting?" "I apologized for my criticism when I hugged him goodbye. I also thanked him for his unrestricted support. But, as I mentioned to father, I'm still confused about his distinction between "willingly advertising and promoting" and "lacking sophistication and discrimination" when it comes to sexual activities and behaviors." "I'm pleased and grateful that you've already apologized to your father. As for his distinction, I will make it a point to try to explain and show you the difference this weekend." "An already interesting weekend has now become an intriguing one," Denise thought aloud. "I also want to thank you for sharing your photographs with your father. Especially, the ones from your fifth challenge. Now, he'll have no doubts that you wore a transparent blouse in public!" "I wasn't sure that showing him the photos from the last two challenges was the right thing to do, he is my father after all." "And, as we have often told you, you are an educated, independent, self-supported adult who is perfectly capable of making her own decisions regarding her choice of dress and behavior, decisions. As your parents, we will always respect and honor your decisions." "Yes, there's that. There's also the desire to please my mother and father. And lately it seems that you have both been extremely desirous to have me reveal more of my licentious side." "We do embrace an uninhibited lifestyle and we've never made a secret of it. You just never picked up on our hints and desires for you." "Well I certainly find myself heading in that direction lately. And now I'm being pushed by four people to become an uninhibited, exhibitionistic, sex addict." "Again, that's not exactly what we want for you, but we can talk about it some more later." "I'm honestly looking forward to it," Denise said with a laugh. Annika smiled, happy to hear that Denise had stopped resisting their attempts to get her to loosen up and enjoy life. They drove and rode together filling the time with gossip about the neighborhood. They first discussed how Max the elder had almost completely turned his business over to his daughter. Next, they talked about the new songs and complicated dance steps they were planning to incorporate into their Bacchanal Road March float performance. They laughed about the new, revealing costumes they were to wear in next year's Bacchanal, and how they were sure to win the best costume trophy again. Finally, they got serious and talked about how they should go about convincing Ken to take a much-needed vacation. * * * * * The ladies easily found the entrance to the Cliffs Hotel and Denise, who'd forgotten she was not wearing her blouse, awkwardly retrieved, and donned it as the guard tried to act nonchalant while he provided them a map and directions to the hotel's registration desk. Annika allowed Denise to deal with the guard and took her time finding and putting on her own blouse. When they checked into the hotel they were surprised and happy to learn that the manager had upgraded, "the wife and daughter of the hotel owner's partner and friend," into a corner suite with separate living and bedroom areas, a beautiful bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and separate shower, and a large balcony overlooking the pool. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 09 Denise took pictures of the living room, bedroom, bathroom, balcony, and the view from the balcony while Annika instructed the bellboy where to put their bags, listened to his instructions on how to use the air conditioner and television, and tipped him. Annika, deciding they had enough time to relax before they needed to shower and change for their scheduled tour of the hotel property, stripped, ordered wine from room service, and unpacked, before putting on a small beach robe that barely came to her mid-thigh and didn't cover much of her breasts. She teased Denise saying, "I only brought this robe to make you happy." Denise, refusing to allow her mother any reason to call her a prude, answered, "You don't need to wear it on my account." Annika smiled at her daughter, untied the waist string, and flopped into an easy chair to wait for their wine to arrive. Five minutes later, the room service waiter knocked on the door to their suite. Annika slipped her arms out of the robe's three-quarter sleeves, leaving the robe laying on the easy chair, stood, walked to the door, and swung it open. "R-r-room S-s-service," the bug-eyed young man stammered as he stared first at Annika's huge breasts and then her hairless pubes. Wanting to help the young man out of his awkward situation, Denise stood up and shouted to her mother, "If that's the wine, why don't you have him put it on the cocktail table?" However, without the safety pin to keep it closed, the slipknot holding the tie-front of Denise's cropped translucent blouse closed had once again worked loose. When she stood, the blouse opened and exposed her breasts. The young man was in a quandary, turning back and forth between Denise's partially exposed breasts and a completely naked Annika. After an awkward minute, Denise ordered her mother, "Come stand next to me so this young man doesn't strain his neck as he turns back and forth between us." As Annika walked over and stood beside her daughter, Denise unconsciously placed her hands on her hips, pushing the hanging ties of her blouse back and in turn pulling the blouse off her breasts. Once Annika stood beside her, Denise turned toward the room service waiter, smiled, and asked, "When you're done staring at our breasts, would you please uncork the wine?" After several minutes of fumbling, the room service waiter managed to extract the cork from the bottle, allowed Annika to sample and approve the wine, and filled their glasses. When he turned to leave Annika asked him to wait while she got some money for his tip. He grinned and replied, "I've already been satisfactorily rewarded. If you ladies need ANYTHING else during your stay at the Cliffs Hotel, PLEASE be sure to ask for Carl." He slowly backed away, exited the room, and, with one last ogle, closed the door. Denise, shrugged off her blouse and skirt and tossed them on the sofa, and following her mother's lead, picked up her wine glass, and stepped out onto the suite's balcony. They sat in the patio loungers and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on their naked bodies as the cool ocean breeze kept them from perspiring. Wanting to continue enjoying her wine and to think about what she'd learned about her father and herself today, Denise offered to let her mother use the bathroom first. When Annika finished her shower, she dried and brushed her hair, put on her makeup, and stepped into a pair of black three-inch stiletto-heel sandals. When she returned to the front room still naked, save for her heels, she refilled her wine glass, and stepped onto the balcony to join Denise. A few minutes later, Denise went into the bathroom, showered, put on her makeup, and styled her hair. She dressed in a dark chocolate tie-waist, wraparound, hip-hugger skirt with a cream colored, fine mesh, long sleeved, front-tie, blouse with one inch ruffles from the collar down the front panels where a blouse normally buttoned, around two, foot long, four-inch wide, front ties at the hem, and around the hem. The only closure on the blouse were the four-inch ties that Denise looped together in a loose slipknot. Her shoes were dark suede sandals with three-inch heels. When Denise walked out onto the balcony, she found Annika standing there, in her heels but otherwise still naked. Saying she would be right back, Annika stepped into their suite and refilled their wine glasses before disappearing into the bedroom. A few minutes later, she rejoined Denise, dressed in a black tie-side wrap-around skirt and a black, sheer gauze, tie-front, long-sleeve, peasant blouse. Hotel Tour Five minutes before four o'clock they left their suite, took the elevator down to the lobby, and garnered a great deal of attention as they crossed the lobby to the concierge desk, where they met Roberto Chavez, the hotel's evening manager. After introductions, Annika thanked the manager for taking the time to give them a tour of the hotel building and property, and Denise explained her proposed tours of Jamaica's lesser-known beauties. Soon, they were heading out of the lobby to begin their tour of the hotel's facilities. They rode in a four-person golf cart as they toured the hotel complex and Denise, who sat in the back seat, took photographs of the fitness center and spa, the tennis and basketball courts, as well as a putting green, and a couple of pools. As they were heading to the cliffs, Denise smiled when she saw that her mother's breasts bounced every time the cart hit a speed bump. A distracted Roberto scared them several times by nearly driving off the road as he was staring at Annika's huge and, in the sunlight, clearly visible breasts and nipples. Otherwise, they enjoyed a nice tour and had a good time. At Denise's request, and after a call to the front desk to verify it was vacant, they walked through a one-bedroom villa overlooking the cliffs. Roberto was distracted by not only Annika's exposed bosom, but also by Denise's blouse, which was open to her naval and held closed with a simple, and by then very loose, slipknot, allowing the front of the blouse to separate and expose her breasts every time she turned or leaned forward. When they returned to the main building the ladies laughed and giggled, sharing their own inside joke, as they and their short skirts and sheer blouses distracted guests and staff alike while Roberto continued their tour of the restaurants, bars, meeting rooms, and banquet facilities in the main building. They soon arrived at the lobby bar where they were immediately, greeted, seated, had their drink orders taken and quickly delivered. Between frequent visits from the bartender to inquire as to their satisfaction, Denise talked with Roberto about the possibility of renting a villa for the weekend. Roberto noted that he could possibly commit as many as three villas for most weekends and a few more on weekdays. Denise explained that she was starting out small and planned to grow her company slowly. She referred to her calendar and tentatively scheduled a date for a one-bedroom villa for her first jaunt and discussed the amenities the hotel would make available for her guest. Her daughter's knowledge, professionalism, and willingness and ability to negotiate favorable terms greatly impressed and pleased Annika. * * * * * As per Annika's itinerary, the two ladies had dinner in the hotel's main restaurant. As soon as they ordered and received their drinks and appetizers, Annika asked Denise if she didn't want to consider renting a two-bedroom villa instead of the one bedroom villa she'd selected. Denise giggled at the thought of her mother being the prude and worrying about Denise's uninhibited behavior. Without thinking of the ramifications of what she was about to say, Denise explained, "Mother, by the time Will and I get here I suspect we will already be comfortable sleeping naked together and, from what I know about him, it's quite probable he will have already convinced me to have sexual intercourse with him." Annika simply nodded her agreement. Denise then changed the subject, "As long as you've brought up the subject of libidinous behavior, earlier you said you would explain father's confusing distinction between the "advertising and participating," versus "sophistication and discrimination" regarding sexual activities and behaviors." Annika, as best she could, explained, "Your father has no problem with a woman that is flirting, exhibiting her assets, and indicating her willingness to engage in sexual activities with a particular man she knows and likes." Denise nodded and added, "No insult intended, but, by that, do you mean the behavior you often exhibit?" "Yes!" "But father—" Denise protested. Annika interrupted her daughter and explained, "Denise, when your father calls a woman a slut to her face, he's referring to her as someone who will do whatever is necessary to sexually please and satisfy the person she loves." Denise was clearly confused. Annika smiled and continued her explanation, "Your father's objection is with women who display no reluctance to having indiscriminate sexual encounters with relative strangers. When he refers to a woman as, "behaving like a slut," he is expressing his criticism of her lack of concern as to whom she will take as her next sexual partner and her implied lack of regard for that partner. By the way, your father actually likes a woman who is, or I should say behaves like, a slut. He uses that word in a derogatory way only to appease my and our other friends' sensibilities about foul language. The actual vulgarity he prefers to use when referring to women who are indiscriminate about their sexual partners is cunt." Denise nodded, having finally heard something she understood and made sense to her and explained her understanding, "So when he was pointing out what he considered inappropriate behavior, he used the word slut, but he meant that the woman was behaving like a cunt?" "Exactly. Although he would never put it this way, your father objects to women that are simply looking and willing to fuck anyone available. It isn't their willingness to engage in sex that he is complaining about, it is their lack of discretion. His objection is that they treat sex as an itch they need to scratch. Thus, in your father's mind, a cunt is a woman who behaves as such, a woman who only wants to be fucked. However, to him, referring to woman as a slut is a compliment. He thinks of a slut as a woman who knows how and enjoys providing sexual pleasure to the man she loves. Thus, I'm the slut your father loves and Max is the slut he adores." Denise commented, "Although I'm not sure that I completely understand his distinction, I think I generally agree with it. I'll withhold any future criticism and think about what you said. In the meantime, I will reassess the few times in the past that I heard him make a derisive assessment of such women and see if I can agree with his conclusion about their behavior." "That's all your father would ask and want you to do." * * * * * Sluts Night Out After agreeing to only having appetizers for dinner, Annika tried to convince Denise that the rest of the evening and all the next day would be a perfect time for her to relax and enjoy herself, "You don't and won't need to worry about how much you can drink because we will be riding busses and cabs and neither of us will have to drive. You also won't have to worry about what anyone thinks; we're just a couple of tourist on the North Shore. You can do whatever you like, no one will ever know about it. It's just the two of us and I won't mind and I won't tell anyone if you don't." "I won't," Denise vowed. "Sluts weekend out," Annika toasted and Denise happily raised her glass in agreement before swallowing the rest of the wine in her glass and asking the waiter for another round. They finished their appetizers and with their glasses refilled, they discussed their plans for the next day on the beach. Later, back in their suite, they undressed and again sat naked on the balcony. Denise worried for minute before confessing, "Before we go any further mother, I think I made a vow earlier that I can't keep." "What vow was that?" "I agreed not to tell anyone about our weekend together, but, I can't guarantee that I can keep what happens this weekend a secret. I tell Will everything." Annika laughed and told her clearly worried daughter, "And I tell your father everything." Denise's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "What do you mean by, everything?" "Denise, your father and I keep no secrets from each other. We've agreed not to talk about certain things, such as our sex lives before we met, but we are open and honest about everything we've done since we met." Denise pondered her new insight to her parents' relationship and then thought about her own relationship with Will and confessed, "And Will and I share everything, including our lives before we met. I know that if I asked him, he would tell me about all of his previous sexual partners and I would share all of mine with him, what few there were." When Denise paused to sip her wine and consider what she had just learned and confessed, Annika told her, "Then let's revise our agreement. Neither of us will tell anyone, other than the man we love—" As Denise opened her mouth to protest, Annika quickly revised her statement before Denise could speak, "Sorry. We won't tell anyone, other than the man in our lives, about what happens this weekend." Denise nodded, but she was considering if she should complain about her mother's insinuation that she loved Will. However, she concluded, "Perhaps she just made a mistake, an error, or perhaps... No! I don't... I can't love him. I promised myself I would not let another man hurt me the way Lars did. That from now on, I would be sure of the man's character before I give my heart, myself, to him. Yet, for some reason I am sure of this man. I've never actually met him, but I know I can trust him. I know he would never hurt me. What does that mean, does mother see something I don't?" Annika thought to change the conversation and asked about Denise's oft stated concerns about going through with Will's part of their planned tour and vacation together, "Have you come to terms with your concerns about once again sharing a bed with a man that you have never met in person?" Denise looked up and confessed, "First, I think... I'm sure, Will is a gentleman, and he's nothing like that asshole from Brussels. Second, I've been teasing you about the two of us sleeping together and having sex. However, in actuality, he promised not to push me and I believe he won't. What does concern me is that I will disappoint him because I'm not up to his standards in appearance, intelligence, and, most concerning, sexual experience and skill. I also worry that once we meet, I won't be able to let go of my inhibitions and enjoy myself." Annika nodded, "Dee-Dee, those are natural concerns. You just need to let go of and forget your past regressions. Instead, you should stay focused on how far you've come. You need to remind yourself of the many other goals you established and accomplished, as well as the pride you felt as you achieved each goal. Most importantly, you need to always take pride in how you completed, and in fact exceeded, everything you were asked to do in order to accomplish the five progressive challenges you accepted." "I will try to remember that, thank you." They soon finished the bottle of wine and went to bed. Denise laid in bed wondering what new risqué adventures her mother had in store for her the next day. Oddly, she soon noted that she wasn't worried, just curious. Maybe she was learning to be uninhibited; she was learning to be like her mother. That thought somehow made her feel proud, happy, and contented. She smiled and fell asleep. * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 10 Chapter 10 - Risqué Beaches: She spices things up on the beaches. Notice: The author listed Jamaican Beauties Jaunt under Literotica's umbrella category Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of Literotica categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur -- this chapter includes the adventures of two beautiful Jamaican women wearing sheer bikinis and going naked in public. Interracial Love -- The story is about a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man. Mature -- The story's primary plot revolves around the relationship between a naïve 26-year-old woman and a middle-aged, 41-year-old man. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and were, to the author's knowledge, at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. * * * * * Risqué Swim Friday morning the ladies walked to the hotel spa and worked out together. Annika, wearing a tight spandex top with a deep scoop neck, and Denise in a racer back cropped top that was more a bra than a top, distracted the men in the spa working out on the treadmills and with weights. As the ladies worked out, they talked to each other as if it was their usual morning phone chat. Denise talked about their previous day while Annika prodded her to provide more details about her emotions during each activity. After their workouts, they showered next to one another in the fitness center's locker room as Annika noted how much better Denise looked now that she was working out regularly. They dried off and dressed, Annika in khaki cargo shorts, a green cut-off tank top, and white sandals while Denise put on a loose fitting, tan, spaghetti strap, crop top, a Khaki elastic waist, hip hugger miniskirt that barely reached the midpoint of her thighs, and three-inch heeled sandals. Back in their suite, they hung their workout clothes to dry in the bathroom, verified their beach bags contained everything necessary for their trip to James Bond Beach, and headed downstairs to the hotel restaurant for a light breakfast of fruit, cheese, and several cups of hot tea. They only had to wait five minutes for the hotel shuttle bus to James Bond Beach. Fifteen minutes later, after walking from the shuttle stop to the beach, Annika found a beach boy and rented an umbrella, a small table and two padded chaises while Denise rented two lockers and the use of the showers—she wanted to know the procedure, prices, and available options. The ladies quickly changed into their swimsuits. They'd agreed to meet outside the locker room and Denise, who was the last one out, spotted Annika standing in the shade of a tree, wearing a tiny red, Brazilian back, string bikini with a triangle bottom that just covered her waxed pubic area and was obviously unlined. The only real cover offered by Annika's bikini top, which she wore with the bottom string around her chest below her breasts, were two triangular pieces of red cloth that came just high enough on her breasts to cover her areolae. Annika led the way to the umbrella she'd rented, which gave everyone on the beach an opportunity to admire Denise's new white one-piece backless swimsuit with a contoured rear, high cut thighs, and a halter front with a slit down to her naval. The swimsuit was unlined and caused Denise concern knowing that it would be revealing under the best of conditions and would undoubtedly offer no coverage if, as she suspected, the material would become transparent when it was wet. * * * * * They spent a half hour lounging and talking before taking another half-hour to walk the famous James Bond beach while Denise took photographs for her Jamaican Beauties Jaunt portfolio. As they walked, and after a great deal of coaxing from her mother, Denise agreed to go swimming with her. The two ladies waded into the small waves until the water level was above their knees. Seeing the water was almost up to her swimsuit, Denise stopped. Annika recognized that although Denise's swimsuit offered little coverage to begin with, because she seemed afraid to get it wet, she was undoubtedly afraid that it could be even more revealing. Laughing at her daughter's discomfort, Annika surprised Denise, when she quickly placed her foot on top of one of Denise's feet, grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her back into the surf. Denise sputtered, became angry, and then concerned. Annika laughed and, yelling for Denise to follow her, dove into the surf and swam out to deeper water. When Denise finally joined her, Annika became serious and asked, "So tell me the truth, why did you decide to buy a white swimsuit that wasn't lined and is obviously made from material that would become transparent when it got wet?" Denise blushed, but knowing her mother could always tell when she was lying, explained, "Truth is I was originally going to buy an identical suit, only in black, because I thought it might be exciting to wear such a revealing swimsuit on a public beach. Then I saw this white suit and thought how much more exciting it would be to wear this, knowing that not only was the suit revealing but it might also become transparent in the water. Finally, I should admit, the suit was lined when I bought it; I removed the lining to test my willingness to be totally uninhibited and to increase the excitement of wearing it in public." "Then I suggest you get ready to be excited," Annika said over her shoulder as she waded to the beach. Denise recited her new promise that she would be uninhibited and followed her mother. As she suspected, when she waded out of the surf and onto the beach, she treated everyone to a nearly unrestricted view of her body. Annika, seeing the suit was virtually transparent decided to add to Denise's excitement and, pointing to her, exclaimed loud enough for everyone on the beach to hear, "My goodness, you can see right through your swimsuit!" When she caught up to her mother, Denise took a deep breath and mumbled, "In for a penny, in for a pound," smiled at her mother, and said, "Well, I expected as much when I bought it." Then continuing to act nonchalant, she quietly told her mother, "And look, because the sheer material of my suit is clinging to my skin, everyone on the beach can see my erect nipples and the outline of my pussy." Denise straightened up, put her shoulders back, thrust her chest out, and walked proudly beside her mother, displaying the body that God and her parents' good genes had blessed her with, to anyone who wanted to see and photograph. When they reached their chaises, Denise didn't bother to dry off or pull her suit away from her body. Instead, she stepped into her flip-flops and asked, "Mother, would you like a glass of wine?" Annika nodded her desire to join her daughter, grabbed her wallet from her beach bag, and they continued walking up the beach to the shops. They found a small bar with a patio on the beach and sitting in the warm sun on the patio, enjoyed, chilled wine, conversation, and the sights on the beach. * * * * * Once they'd relaxed for a few minutes Annika asked, "I'm curious, what drove you to look for swimsuits that would be exciting to wear in public?" With her mother now in full psychologist mode, Denise carefully reflected on her feelings and thoughts as she was shopping for her swimsuits, before she slowly and deliberately answered, "Ever since I took Will's challenges, I've had a voice in my head urging me to be more open, be more uninhibited, and to be more of an exhibitionist." Denise paused to examine her feelings and Annika asked, "Whose voice do you hear?" Without thought or analysis, for the first time Denise knew whose voice it was and explained, "I used to think the voice I heard was father's voice. I thought the words I heard were father's words. However, I've since come to realize that while the ideas and statements are similar to how father speaks; they are actually Will's thoughts, his words, and his way of phrasing things. And now that I've thought about it, I've concluded it's actually a combination of father's voice and how I think Will sounds, which is a lot like father." "Do you think there's a reason the voice in your head sounds much like your father?" Denise paused and tried to consider the ramifications of hearing her father's voice giving her Will's advice and reasoning, "It's a little complex, but, first, I believe that I hear father's voice because I've no idea what Will sounds like. Secondly, although I never considered it before, Will is just like father, or more problematic, father is much like Will." "What do you mean by that?" "I've never thought about it before, but I now realize that father was always pushing me to be open, uninhibited, and an exhibitionist like you, pushing me to enjoy life. Will has been preaching that same sermon. But, I don't know why I was willing to listen to Will while I always ignored father?" "Good question and the answer is undoubtedly the reason for most of your difficulties with self-esteem." "And what is the answer?" "As a young girl you idolized your father. You saw your English gentleman father as prim, proper, and well mannered. You refused to accept that he was also a sensual man who enjoyed excitement, uninhibited fun, and an exhibitionist lifestyle." "Really, he—" Annika interrupted and finished her answer to Denise's question, "You've developed an idealized vision of your father. Let me give you an exercise that might help you understand my point and you can think about what your father has told you and has tried to teach you. Then you can use those memories to form your own judgment." Denise nodded her consent and Annika explained, "I'll ask you a series of questions and you will think of, but not speak, the answer." Denise nodded again. "Who performed cunnilingus and fucked me the first time we met and continued to do so every waking moment for an entire weekend?" Denise frowned but did not speak. "Who originated the Melbourne Calypso Dance Association, which is widely recognized as the most erotic Bacchanal dance group in Jamaica?" Denise clearly knew the answer. "Who is the co-chair of the Melbourne Calypso Dance Association costume design committee, which is widely known for having the most revealing costumes in the Bacchanal Road March?" Denise seemed not to like the answer. "Who is the Melbourne Calypso Dance Association's lead dancer and as such wears the most revealing costume while dancing on top of the Bacchanal Road March float?" Denise frowned. "Who is married to and clearly loves the biggest exhibitionist in Kingston?" Denise smiled at first and then frowned when she considered what that truth meant. "Who tricked you into posing for photographs in a bikini, and later topless, so he could prove to you that you were beautiful and shouldn't hide your body?" Denise frowned and practically growled at the initial memory, but smiled when she remembered the joy she felt that weekend tanning topless on their boat with her parents. "Who after seeing photos of you having lesbian sex and dancing naked never complained, told you, they were marvelous photographs of a stunningly beautiful and uninhibited woman, and thanked you for sharing them with him?" Denise remembered, and realized she hadn't appreciated what he'd said to her just the day before. "I have more, but I'll let you finish the list and make your own judgment," Annika concluded. "Thank you, I promise I will." "That's all I can ask you to do," Annika answered and then sipped her wine, giggled, and told Denise, "Now for a slight change of subject, I only wish I had my camera with me earlier. I'd love to have a picture of the men's faces as they ogled your exposed body when you waded out of the sea and across the beach. I'd also love to have a photograph of you in your transparent suit to show your father." Denise mentally recited her Risqué Tour motto to herself, "In for a penny, in for a pound," and without thinking of the consequences, asked, "Did you bring your camera?" "Yes, it's in my bag," Annika answered. "When we finish our drinks why don't you get it while I go for another swim?" "Are you kidding?" "No mother I'm not. If you want photographs to prove to father that I wore a transparent suit in public, I'd be willing and happy to oblige you." "We have to talk with the tour company about this afternoon's snorkel adventure in a few minutes, would you mind waiting until after that meeting before you take another dip in the sea?" "Sounds like a refreshing way to finish a business meeting," Denise replied with a big grin. * * * * * Risqué Display Denise's swimsuit was still wet and opaque, yet she followed her mother's lead and walked erect, proud, and with her chest thrust out as they headed to the pier and their scheduled meeting. They easily found the owner of the snorkel tour company and he was happy to talk with the two busty, swimsuit clad women about the various tours he offered. Despite his reluctance to talk to their faces, preferring to look down at their breasts, Denise was able to learn everything she needed to know about his tours and obtained documents with his scheduled tours and prices. When Annika asked him to discuss his vest and swimsuit optional tours, the owner explained to her breasts, "It is not a tour. Snorkelers on a tour are required to wear a life vest. Officially, it is a sail party, where a group of people chip in an agreed upon amount to defray costs. We hold the party at a private beach in a secluded bay. Although it is not a snorkel tour, we keep snorkel equipment on board and available in case some of the party guests forget to bring their own gear. The outing normally boards around one o'clock in the afternoon. It's a forty-five minute sail to the bay and private beach. We usually spend around two hours swimming, snorkeling, and partying on the beach. Afterwards there's another forty-five minutes to enjoy ourselves during our return trip." When Annika asked if there would be a party, they might join, he confirmed there would plenty of space on the catamaran when it went out that afternoon. The gentleman handed Annika two party invitations and agreed to let her use her credit card to pay for her and Denise's share of the costs. Walking back to their rented chaises Annika realized that she was hungry and she and Denise agreed to return to the cafe where they had their wine earlier for some lunch. They again sat on the patio, ordered, and shared some cheese, jerk meats, bread, and a glass of wine each, while they let the sun warm their exposed bodies. As they ate Denise asked, "Talking with the gentleman about the snorkeling tours reminded me of something I've wondered about for years." "Yes?" Most women complain about it when a man looks at their breasts instead of their eyes when they are talking. You didn't seem to mind at all. Why not?" "Dee-Dee, look how I dress. I intentionally place my big breasts on display. I'd be upset if men didn't look at my body. So, if a man wants to admire my large breasts instead of my big brown eyes, that's fine with me." "But, doesn't it bother you when men have a conversation with your breasts?" "Only if they aren't listening to what I'm saying. But, why should I be upset because men want to admire what I've put a lot of thought and work into to make sure it is prominently displayed." Denise giggled and explained, "That sounds like something Will would say, if he were a woman." * * * * * A half hour later when the waiter brought them each a second glass of wine, Annika suggested, "Okay, when we finish the wine why don't we head down to the water and I'll photograph you as you come out of the sea and onto the beach. Then you can go back into the water and I'll take pictures of everyone's expressions as you come back onto the beach." "Wait, I agreed to one more dip and exposure, and if I go back into the water after already exposing myself to the crowd on the beach everyone will know about it and they'll all be waiting to see and photograph me the second time I walk out of the sea." Annika teased, "Think how exciting it will be, knowing everyone will be watching you." Having just come up with an idea for how she could get even with her mother, Denise simply smiled and answered, "Sounds exciting." The ladies leaned back in their chairs and enjoyed the mellow feeling of the sun warming their exposed bodies, the coolness of their wine glasses, the excitement of being on a beautiful beach on a beautiful day, and the mellowness that drinking a couple of glasses of Pinot Grigio gives you. * * * * * Annika paid the check and when she finished the last of her wine, Denise stood and walked toward the water. Annika laughed, admiring her daughter's newfound audacity, before she followed. Annika soon waded out in the water, caught up with Denise, and stood next to her. They were just far enough out to have the water come up to the top of their thighs. "You know if a boat goes by the wake will be high enough that everyone will be able to see your pussy," Annika joked. "They already have and they are about to again. In fact, twice again," Denise retorted, but this time with a laugh as she turned to walk into the deeper water. Enjoying the cool waters, they walked out until they had to stand on their toes to keep their heads above the small waves. Annika instructed Denise, "Give me a minute to get to the beach, grab my camera, and get into position to take your picture before you start coming out of the water." As Annika waded out of the water and walked to their chaises, Denise swam and enjoyed the freedom of floating in the salt water as she waited for her mother to return to the shoreline. Annika soon returned to the edge of the beach and waved. Denise slowly waded toward the shore until it was shallow enough for her to stand up and walk out of the water and onto the beach. Annika took dozens of photographs of her daughter wearing a transparent swimsuit that left every inch of her body exposed to everyone on the beach. After striking a couple of poses for her mother and the on-lookers, Denise waded out of the sea and onto the beach. At Annika's instance, she posed for a couple of additional photographs. Stepping behind Annika, Denise gasped loudly, and exclaimed, "Oh my, it looks like you've got some slime on your back. Let me see if I can wipe it off." Pretending to assist her mother Denise grabbed one of the strings on the bowknot on Annika's neck with one hand and a string on the bow in the middle of her back with the other. As she suspected, her mother, ever the exhibitionist, had tied her bikini strings in simple bowknots. With a couple of hard yanks, Denise pulled the two knots apart, continued to pull the strings, and removed the bikini top that had barely covered her mother's breasts. Denise laughed as she turned and ran back into the sea with her mother's bikini top. Annika was initially shocked, but not one to be shy, she smiled at Denise's little joke before turning to photograph her daughter wading back into the water, appearing to be naked, with her mother's bikini top dangling in her right hand. Annika moved down the beach a few yards so she was standing to the side of the largest group of sun worshippers on the beach. In the new location, she could shoot Denise from one angle and the crowd from another and therefore get more faces into the frame. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 10 Denise felt giddy. It was partly the effect of spending the morning in the sun, wearing an extremely revealing swimsuit. It was also because she had just walked out of the water in front of hundreds of people in her unlined, transparent swimsuit. Mostly, it was the fact that, after drinking four glasses of wine before noon, she was on the verge of drunk. Annika found the perfect position and took a practice photograph that she reviewed to be sure the expressions on the people's faces were visible. Seeing they would be, she thought, "Ken's not going to believe these photos once I mix them together." She smiled and turned to look for her daughter. Denise was standing in neck-high water when she waved at her mother who immediately signaled for her to come out of the water. As she bounced and walked her way toward shallower water and the beach Denise mumbled, "I'm not a prude. I will enjoy the bounty that God and my mother's genes have given me." Annika watched the crowd while she waited for Denise to walk onto the beach wearing her transparent swimsuit. She noticed the crowd react and took several photographs of wide-eyed men and women pointing to the water. She quickly realized that there was far more reaction than she had anticipated. Long since having forgotten she too was topless, Annika turned to see Denise walking toward her in waist deep water, her breasts, and areolae clearly visible through her transparent swimsuit. Annika took a couple of photographs and turned back toward the crowd. After taking several more photographs of the crowd's reaction Annika noticed that several men seemed to be surreptitiously photographing her daughter. She turned again to see Denise now in thigh deep water, her body completely visible under her wet, clinging, and completely transparent swimsuit. As Annika quickly took several more photographs, she notice the red and white material dangling from Denise's left hand. Annika had turned and was taking more photographs of the crowd's reaction when it dawned on her what she'd seen in Denise's hand. She turned back to the sea, framed Denise in the camera's LCD display, zoomed the lens, and took several photographs of Denise wading in knee deep water, her mother's bikini top and apparently her own swimsuit hanging from her left hand. Annika smiled at her daughter's audacity as she waded out into the surf and waited for Denise to step onto the beach so she could frame her and the crowd in a single photograph. After taking several photographs that included people on the beach staring at Denise who was clearly naked as she walked up to the shoreline, Annika walked quickly to get in front of Denise and captured a few more pictures of her walking naked on James Bond beach. When Denise passed her, Annika took several pictures of her walking through the beach chairs while scores of nearby sunbathers ogled. They arrived at their chaises simultaneously. Denise tossed her mother's bikini top onto one chaise and said, "I need to wash off the salt," before heading over to the public shower on the beach. Annika and several other people on the beach took numerous photos of the naked, well-endowed, light-skinned, Jamaican girl as she walked across the beach, washed out her swimsuit, rinsed off her nude body under the spray of the public shower, and walked proudly back to her chaise. While Denise toweled the water off her body Annika told her, "I'm happy to see you're enjoying yourself and I know your father will be extremely proud of and happy for you when he hears about this." She hung the wet maillot on the back of chaise to dry before she removed a white bikini from her beach bag. She smiled as she remembered she had been attracted to the bikini when she saw it because it had warning labels stating it might become transparent when wet. Although the bikini was a size smaller than she normally wore, she determined that the strings would be long enough to allow her to tie them together. Unlike her mother's swimsuit this one offered no covering for her butt, it had what was commonly called a G-string back. In addition, as with her mother's bikini top, the three-inch wide adjustable triangle bra tops came just far enough up on her breasts to cover her areolae and erect nipples. Annika smiled and told her, "That looks very nice on you." She added, "The Swimsuit and Vest Optional Snorkel Party" boards at one o'clock, if we're going to make it we need to get going." * * * * * Risqué Snorkel Trip Before leaving, as a reward for watching their things while they were away, Annika tipped the young man from whom she had rented their beach chairs and umbrellas and let him know they were leaving and wouldn't need their chaises that afternoon. After stuffing everything into them, they picked up their beach bags and walked down the beach to the pier and the clothing optional sail and snorkel party. When Annika stopped by the office to check-in for the tour/party she learned there would be ten other couples on board, less than half the comfortable capacity of the catamaran. After Denise took several photographs of the tour shop and pier, the owner, who turned out to also be the ship's captain, led them to, and happily helped them climb aboard the catamaran. All the crewmembers were barefoot and wearing blue boxer trunks and white T-shirts with a logo showing an image of an apparently naked woman, in flippers, mask, and snorkel, gliding in the water above a coral fan, and several multi-colored fish above the woman's head. The words "Vests and Swimsuits Optional -- James Bond Beach," encircled the image. The two ladies were the first guests on board the catamaran. After greeting the crewmembers, Annika immediately went to the front of the catamaran and staked out two mats laying in the middle of the ship between the netting and the cabin. After she set their beach bag on her mat, Denise took the opportunity to walk around the catamaran and take photographs of the ship and crew. Within fifteen minutes the rest of the tour participants, or party guests, were on board, settled into their chosen spots, and the ship had cast off and was pulling away from the pier. The owner and captain turned the wheel over to his first mate and brought fruit drinks to the two lovely ladies on the front of the ship. While the ladies sipped their drinks the captain explained that from the time they passed the two orange-lighted buoys outside the bay the ship would officially be designated a clothing optional area and would remain so until they again passed the buoys on their way back into the bay. Then he grinned broadly as he reminded them, "Be sure to put on lots of sunscreen, especially on your tender and normally unexposed body parts." As soon as they passed the buoys, Annika removed her top and watched as the crew hoisted the ship's sail and a blue flag with the same logo as on the crew's tee shirts and the large white letters, VSO—the first letters of the tour motto, Vest and Swimsuit Optional. As Annika applied sun block to first her breasts and then the rest of her body, she initially urged, coerced, and finally demanded that Denise join her. Once they had applied protection from sunburn, the two curvaceous, well-endowed, Caribbean ladies laid against the cabin, covered in nothing more than sun block, perspiration, and bikini bottoms as they enjoyed the relaxing roll of the catamaran, spray of the sea, and warmth of the sun. When the catamaran turned and headed eastward, Annika sat up and announced, "Hey, let's go get something to drink." Denise, startled out of her daydream, blushed and asked, "Like this?" Annika laughed, "I would venture that most of the guests on board already saw everything you have when you walked out of the sea this morning and again this afternoon. But, if you don't think so, I'd be happy to take a poll." "No thanks mother, I'll go with you so everyone can have a close up view of my big tits." Annika paused, concerned because Denise didn't normally use vulgarities, but then she saw the gleam in Denise's eyes and the slight grin on her lips and concluded Denise was teasing her. To compensate for the pitch and roll of the ship, they walked with their feet apart as they headed across the front of ship and down the steps to the main deck were the twenty other passengers and five crewmembers were drinking and talking. Annika decided she wanted a Rum Punch and Denise, not wanting to mix her drinks given she was sure they would be drinking the rest of the day and much of the evening, passed on Rum Punch or wine coolers and stayed with a glass of white wine. With drinks in hand, led by Annika, they chatted with several couples sitting near the make shift bar. Everyone was polite, although a few men insisted on telling the story of seeing a woman in a see-through swimsuit that morning and a couple even asked if either Annika or Denise knew that girl. Each time Annika happily and proudly told them that her daughter was that woman. After they had talked with everyone near the bar, the ladies topped off their drinks and returned to their spot up front. * * * * * Once they settled back on their mats they chatted about local gossip, their jobs, and the news and political changes in Jamaica. Annika then brought up a recent study she'd seen. "Speaking of changes in Jamaica, have you seen anything on the University of the Caribbean's recent study on attitudes about sex and nudity?" "I read an article in the Gleaner, it mentioned that there was some evidence of a change in young Jamaican's attitudes," Denise replied. "I ordered the study and read it this week. It was a large study employing structured interviews of a random sample of Jamaicans stratified by sex, age, and sexual preference." "What did they find?" "Well first of all, it seems the vast majority of Jamaicans still think sex is something to be enjoyed and shouldn't have to be hidden. However, while the percentage is declining, many men and to a lesser degree women, are still opposed to openly homosexual behavior. The good news is that they seem to be less concerned about the private sexual predilections and preferences of consenting adults." "So the world we live in is changing?" "Yes, in fact a key point of the study was that the numbers are changing in all age groups, not just among the young." "Wow, it's a brave new world!" "But the reason I brought up the study is its findings on public nudity. As I'm sure you are aware, most Jamaicans tolerate nudity in tourist locations only because it's good for the tourist industry and tourism related businesses, and therefore the countries' economy as a whole. But, they are far less tolerant of nudity outside tourist resorts." "I suspected as much and Will has often mentioned that aspect of the Jamaican culture." "He is absolutely right. However, this study documented a new, fast growing trend. Fewer Jamaicans overall are opposed to nudity now, in fact, almost two-thirds have no objection to public nudity. Far more startling is that over a third of Jamaicans under the age of 30, not only don't object, but are in favor public exposures including total nudity." "Wow, that's a major change. I'd have to admit, given my experience during my recent adventures, I can't really argue with the findings." "Good, considering that new tolerance, let's get naked so we don't get tan lines. Be sure to puts lots of sun block on your pussy, or should I ask one of the crew to help you?" "Mother, you're incorrigible," Denise complained as, without thinking, she untied her bikini strings, lifted her butt up off the mat, and pulled the bikini bottoms out before sitting back down. Denise overtly squeezed sun block onto her pubes and labia and closed her eyes as she rubbed the lotion into the smooth skin of her hairless pubes. After working the lotion onto her thighs and back up to her pubes, Denise asked her mother, "Could you send me the report. I'd like to study it so I can talk with Will about the findings." "I'll email it to you when I get back to work, along with my own analysis and summary of the report's findings," Annika promised her and then with a huge grin teased, "I don't think the sun will burn you there or are you just thinking about being with Will?" Denise opened her eyes and saw she had probed beyond her vulva and penetrated her vagina with two fingers while she was rubbing the sun block onto her labia. Without conscious thought Denise confessed, "I was dreaming. I was dancing naked on the stern of this catamaran in an effort to seduce Will. I wanted him to take me, there and then, without romance or foreplay. It made sense in my dream, but now I don't understand. I've only seen pictures of him. I've never met him. I don't know anything about him." "Denise, this is going to sound strange, but you probably know more about Will than any other man on earth except your father. Combine that with the fact that he talks and thinks much like your father, the only man you've ever really loved, and no, your emotions regarding Lars weren't love. I think it is quite possible that your feelings towards Will may actually be both lust and love." "No, I can't accept that. He's a good friend, like Andrew and Jackson. I can't love him," Denise responded, ignoring her mother's insights and forgetting she was a psychologist. "You're free to ignore my advice, but let me point out one more thing. My conclusion also explains your dream and your actions during the dream. You don't need to respond to my explanation of your dream, just think about it and my conclusion about your feelings." Denise raised her right index finger to make a point, paused, put her right hand back down onto her thigh, and instead, raised her glass of wine with her left hand and took a sip as she considered her mother's conclusion. Denise still wondering about her sexual dreams, and more frequent daydreams about coercing Will to have sex with her, asked, "Mother, as long as you're in psychologist mode, and I've confessed my dream, I have a concern I'd like to talk about." Annika took a deep sip of her wine and asked, "What concern could you possibly have, Dee-Dee?" "The dreams and now daydreams I've been having, they are all so... sexual and usually involve my trying to get someone, most often Will, to have sex with me." Giggling quietly, Annika noted, "That's not so surprising considering the year you've just experienced." "What do you mean?" "Think about all the sexually related lessons and experiences you've had in the last year. Let's see, it started with Lars. You went to Brussels were he tried to get you to dance topless. Then, thinking he loved you, you were so giddy at the road march that you ignored the loss of your pasties and continued dancing. That giddy behavior continued at the Mas Camp where you auctioned your costume. Then, after you took him on that disastrous tour of Jamaica, he dumped you. That was two very major and very dramatic mood swings in a three month period." "What about them?" "Let me finish. Those were the precursors to your dramatic psychological experiences. You met Will, a man just like your father. He helped you accomplish many of your goals and you two became close friends. He convinced you to take the seven progressive challenges, which forced you to open yourself up to many new and exciting experiences. Then, some girls who were never your friends tormented you publically and you quit the challenges." "Yes, I know all that, but what does it all have to do with my dreams." Exasperated Annika concluded her list of Denise's difficulties over the previous year and explained, "In the last year, your first love raped you, cheated on you and dumped you. As you were trying to recover from that experience, you met an older gentleman that in many ways is just like your father, although you didn't realize it at the time. That man taught you to accomplish your goals, to be successful, and to experience and appreciate the joys of life. It is no wonder that you dream about that man—you're in love with him." "Mother, I told you, I'm not, I can't be in love with Will." Annika held up her hand to stop Denise's complaint before continued with her explanation, "Through the Seven Progressive Challenges, Will, purposely I'm sure, showed you and taught you the thrill of exhibitionism and the joy of being uninhibited. You learned your lessons well and continually went beyond Will's challenges. You even, on you own volition, engaged in and enjoyed lesbian sex. You were learning the lessons Will had obviously planned for you to learn. The same lessons your father and I have been trying to teach you for many years now." Denise started to comment, but decided to drink her wine instead. "Then you had your set back. However, Will, your friend, the man that you love as much as you love your father, did not give up on you. He worked with you, he helped you overcome your depression, and you did. Then, as you were recovering, you learned your father is a sexual being, that he, Max, and I are in a BDSM Dominate/submissive relationship. That Max is a lesbian. Yet, you seemed to take it all in stride and now you're having a sexual relationship with Max. You've changed in other ways, the way you dress, the way you behave, your willingness to try new experiences, your zest for life." "Okay mother, but I know all that. What I don't know, what I don't understand, is why I am always dreaming about having sex. Why, in my dreams, I am always trying to convince Will to have sex with me." Annika frowned at Denise's inability to grasp what she was telling her and then remembered that was because sex, and especially sex with a man, was all new and strange to her. She took a deep breath and explained, "It's because, for the first time in your life, you're interested in having sex. You, unlike most children, went through puberty without having much concern for or desire to have sex. You only had that one boyfriend for a short time and he was a sexual disappointment. I gather from your remarks back then and afterwards, that while you were in Arts School, you played around, gave a few guys blowjobs, but you were never serious, and never had intercourse. Would you say that was an accurate summary?" "Yes, but what has that got to do with my dreams?" "As I said, the last year is the first time in your post-puberty life that you've been interested in having sex. First with Lars, but I believe that was mostly the result of your desire to find someone that loved Jamaica and travel as much as you did. Now there's Will. He's earned your trust and has become your friend, your confidant, your advisor. He is the closest thing to your father—the only man you truly loved until now—that you've ever met. Will was able to push you to become uninhibited and sexually open. You responded to his challenges and learned to be uninhibited. As a result, you now sleep naked, you dress more provocatively, you're having sex regularly, albeit with Max, and you're striving to become more uninhibited." "Mother, I know all that, what I don't know, what I want to know, is what do my dreams mean, and why, whenever I'm dancing and I close my eyes, do I visualize myself stripping and trying to convince Will to fuck me?" Annika, realizing from her language that Denise was upset and desperate for an answer, offered, "Tell you what I'll do. If you'll go to the cabin and refill our wine glasses, without question or complaint, when you return, I'll give you my best psychological opinion as to why you are having sexual dreams and why you are dreaming about wanting to fuck Will." Denise frowned, and forgetting she was naked, took their glasses, got up from her mat, walked down the steps to the bar, refilled them, and returned without complaint or delay. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 10 After placing the glasses on the deck and sitting back down on her mat, Denise told her mother, "Okay mother, I did as you requested, now will you please help me understand why I'm having these dreams?" Annika sipped her still chilled wine before beginning, "First, I need to give you a brief background on dream psychology so you will understand what I'm going to tell you. Freud theorized that dreams were actually unconscious wish fulfillment. Jung expanded on Freud and believed that dreams were revelations to help the dreamer resolve their emotional problems and fears. Perl theorized that dreams are projections of a person's unconscious desires that they have ignored or suppressed. Adler subsequently suggested that dreams may help a person solve problems by the use of their own private logic and that once the problem is resolved, subsequent dreams either reinforce or inhibit that person's contemplated action." Annika paused, sipped her wine, and asked, "Does that make sense to you?" Denise was again rubbing sunblock onto her breasts and after a moment of consideration answered her mother without looking up, "My dreams represent my unconscious wishes and are intended to help me resolve my suppressed emotional problems and fears, and once they are resolved, to inhibit or reinforce the desired response or action." "Excellent! Several scientists have postulated that dreams are an evolved process of recreating and dealing with possible threats. Thus, dreams allow us to rehearse threatening scenarios and prepare ourselves for real-life threats. I believe that dreams are means of preparing not just for threats, but also, in our modern life with minimal threats, for uncomfortable situations. There are numerous studies of the biology of dreaming and evolutionary theories that dreams are a means of avoidance and emotional processing which support my belief. Finally, coming full circle, recent scientific studies support Freud's theories on the motivational, that is arousal, components of dream images and perception." Annika paused, sipped her wine, and asked, "Any questions?" Denise, who seemed preoccupied with rubbing sunblock onto her pubes, looked up and shook her head. Annika, trusting that Denise had comprehended the information she'd shared, continued with her dissertation on dream psychology, "Studies indicate that negative emotion in dreams are more common than positive ones, primarily anxiety, abandonment, anger, and fear. However, joy and happiness are frequent emotions during dreams and about ten percent of dreams are about sex. As for daydreams, they tend to be fantasies, usually about happy, pleasing hopes or ambitions that one imagines is happening while they are awake." When Annika again paused, Denise, while continuing to rub sunblock onto her exposed labia, asked, "So is it your contention that the daydreams I have when I'm dancing are my fantasy, my ambition and that my dreams are my unconscious mind's way of convincing me, preparing me to act on that fantasy, that ambition? You're saying that I unconsciously desire to fuck Will!" Annika laughed and muttered, "I'm saying you're looking to have sex with the closest thing to your father without committing incest," then waved her arms and exclaimed, "That was unfair, it portrayed a certain amount of truth, but you would never have sex with your father and he too would never commit incest. He loves you, but he abhors incest and you as his daughter have the same beliefs. What I'm saying is that you love your father and Will is so much like him that it often scares and concerns me." "Mother, I'm confused... concerned and confused. Please clarify what you're trying to tell me," Denise begged. Annika clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and explained, "Denise, I believe that your dreams are your subconscious telling you that Will is the man you've been looking for, the man that is just like your first love, your father. However, I also believe that he is genuine." "I'm confused. Are you saying that I should give myself to Will, that I should marry him?" Annika's expression displayed her horror at Denise's summation, "No! Only after I asked around about what kind of person he was, did I know what kind of man your father was. Only after meeting and dancing with him did I know what kind of lover he was. Only after having sex with him and hours of conversation did I think your father was the man I wanted to marry. No! That's not what I'm trying to tell you." "Then what are you telling me mother?" "Denise, I've had too much wine, and I'm going to go too many days without having sex with your father, but if you insist, I'll tell you what your drunken, horny, psychologist mother thinks about your relationship with Will." Denise growled, "Mother!" Then, in a calmer tone, explained, "Of course I want you to tell me what you think. I value your opinion and I'm asking your opinion as to whether I should have sex with someone I met on the Internet, and have never met in person. Tell me what you think!" After taking a moment to consider what she was about to say, Annika took a sip of her wine and smiled when she saw Denise's index finger circling her clit. Annika leaned back on her mat and proffered, "Denise, from what I know from the emails and chat messages you've shared with me, the changes you've made as a direct result of having contact with him, I'd say that you should have sex with Will. My concern is that you are looking for a substitute for your father, and Will, while probably a suitable replacement, is not your father. For one thing, and perhaps the most important thing, he is sexually attracted to you. You have to decide. You have to determine if you want to continue to have a personal relationship, a friendship, with this man. You have to determine if you could handle having a sexual relationship with this man. You have to decide whether you love him or not. Then, you have to determine if this is the man you love enough to marry, enough to have and raise children with, enough to grow old with." Denise thought for a moment and in a rare moment of confusion, cursed, and admitted, "Shit! I think I care for him. I'm believe, based on my dreams, that I want him to fuck me. But, I haven't even thought about marriage, children, or growing old together." Annika laughed and told her daughter, "At least you've given it some thought. Okay, then why don't you consider having sex with him during your tour and vacation? If that works out, you can explore your love for him. If you find you love him for himself, and not because he reminds you of your father, you can talk about marriage." Denise frowned and asked, "That's it? It's just a matter of analyzing the relationship and making a measured judgment?" Annika, slightly miffed at her daughter's naiveté regarding relationships, corrected her, "No! For several reasons, I'm suggesting you take a slow, cautious, and deliberate approach in this relationship." "What reasons?" "First, you are very naïve. Second, you are very inexperienced in love and sex. Third, Will is, I imagine, a very experienced and probably a very capable lover. Forth, Will reminds you of your father, the only man you've ever loved. All of that means that you are at a disadvantage in this relationship. Therefore, you should take your time, examine your options, and make honest appraisals of your options, before you make any decisions." Denise thought about all her mother had told her, held out her empty wine glass, and told her mother, "I'm aware of and have considered all of those points. Now, would you, could you, tell me what my dreams mean?" "One moment," Annika asked as she shifted on her mat and took a sip of her wine. When she was comfortable, she looked to her daughter who was in the throes of a clitoris-rubbing orgasm. Annika waited for Denise to return to reality before she announced, "When you've recovered from your orgasm I'll tell you about your dreams." Minutes later Denise apologized, "I'm sorry mother, but I've been on the verge of an orgasm all day and it felt good to finally get some relief. Now, what can you tell me about my dreams?" Annika answered immediately, "Your dreams reflect what you feel and desire. Most young women love their fathers. You, for various reasons, are especially attracted to the prim and proper gentleman that is you father. Of course, you want to have sex with the man that reminds you of the only man you've ever loved—your father. Will is, in so many ways, the embodiment of your father, and it only makes sense that you desire to have a relationship with him, to have sex with him. That is what your dreams are telling you—you want to fuck Will. " Denise pondered what her mother told her about her sexual dreams, her dreams of luring Will to have sex with her, for several minutes. When she'd finally accepted what she learned, her mind wandered and remembering the weekend when Max allowed her to experience being a submissive and a dominate in a relationship, Denise realized that she wanted, no, she needed to talk with her mother about her experience. Denise took a huge drink from her refreshed wine glass for courage and blurted out her concern, "Mother, do you remember when, as a birthday gift, Max served as my submissive for a weekend?" Wondering what Denise wanted; Annika smiled, nodded, and answered, "Yes I do. Why?" After Denise told the story of how her experience with Max had convinced her that she too was a natural submissive, Annika smiled, knowing that unlike Max, Denise could control her submissive nature, and explained, "I doubt you're a natural submissive like Max. I suspect that you are more like me, in that you enjoy being submissive with the right person. Max, on the other hand, loves and thrives on being submissive. You can be in charge, though you prefer not to be. As you are at work, as you are when you're dancing. Max cannot. She is always submissive when you're dancing and, I expect, she normally is in your relationship." Denise inquired, "You're saying something similar to what Will says about exhibition. You're saying that as a submissive you are always in charge of what you do. That you determine how far you're willing and wish to go?" "Yes, Max wants to be the submissive, it is her nature. However, though she will deny this, with the right person, for the right reason, she can be the Dominate. As when she showed you that you were a submissive. But, she always reverts to being submissive." Denise thought about the morning after she served as Max's submissive and commented, "Yes, as soon as she could, she took the role of my submissive and begged me to have her, to enjoy her in any way I desired." "And?" Annika asked. "And I ravished Max the rest of the weekend," Denise laughed. "There you are!" Annika exclaimed and continued, "You were in charge of your actions, you decided to be submissive and allowed Max to dominate you. Then, without any difficulty, you decided to dominate Max and she immediately and easily became submissive to you." "Yes, except," Denise pondered her concern and then explained, "When she begged me to have her ... there was an urgency, a need, in her voice. As if she couldn't continue without ..." "Without being submissive to you?" Annika asked. "Yes. I know she wanted me to please her, but she clearly, urgently, needed to be submissive." "It is Max's nature. She needs to be submissive. She can be the Dominate, but only for a short time, then her urges take over and she needs to, wants to, and must become the submissive in the relationship. You have a choice. You can enjoy being submissive or dominate and you can easily switch between the two roles. It is your decision to be dominate or submissive. Max's choices are very limited. She can, with the right enticement, be the Dominate, but only briefly (usually less than a couple of hours) and very rarely. In fact, it was probably very difficult for her to do what she did for you. She really cares for you, she probably loves you." Denise was stunned and finally asked, "What should I do? How should I handle my relationship with Max?" "Continue being her friend. Everything else will work itself out. Max knows who she is, what she is, and what she wants. She'll be fine. However, if it will ease your mind, I will have a talk, a counseling session with her to be sure she's okay." "Thank you mother. That would ease my mind." "So, do you understand? You are not Max. You are free and capable of being either the Dominate or submissive in a relationship. It is, and always will be your decision as to the role you wish to take and when you wish to take it." "Yes, I guess I intuitively already understood that. I just hadn't worked it out logically in my mind. It's what Will has been telling me. Most of us make our own behavioral decisions." "Good! Remember, you are the one that decides what you will do and when you will do it." Denise smiled and feeling completely free, laid back on her mat, fully exposed to the sun and anyone who ventured up onto the bow of the catamaran. * * * * * The naked Jamaican Beauties laid on the bow of the catamaran with the sun tanning their oiled skin for several minutes before Denise suggested, "Perhaps we should turn over so we don't burn and then we can get a tan on our dorsal side to match our ventral." "I agree, but first, let's refill our drinks," Annika replied. Denise thought to ask "like this," but suddenly remembered she was naked when she'd refilled their glasses earlier, albeit in a mindless daze. Besides, she reasoned, because of the stated purpose of this tour, even if she weren't already naked, she undoubtedly would be soon enough. Stood up to walk down to the cabin and joked, "Okay, if you're willing to show everyone your shaved pussy, I guess I can show them mine once again," and then wondered, "I wonder why my language and behavior are becoming more vulgar." As Denise expected, most of the people on the tour had already removed their clothing. After Annika and she refilled their glasses, they again walked around and introduced themselves to the guests they hadn't met before and chatted with every couple and all of the crew. It appeared, at least based on comments and innuendo, the word had spread that Denise was indeed the young woman that had walked out of the sea wearing a transparent swimsuit and again later wearing nothing at all. Therefore, while everyone stared, no one brought up the story. Denise couldn't help noticing and found it interesting that although everyone onboard was naked, there was some perverse desire to point out that earlier she had been the only naked person on a beach full of people in minimal clothing. She decided that she would have to talk about it with her mother the next time she remembered. Afterwards, the ladies again topped off their glasses and returned to their private spot to continue enjoying the sun's warmth and the coolness of the breeze and sea spray. * * * * * Risqué Challenges Before it was time for the Jamaican Beauties to turn over again, the catamaran lowered its sail and turned south into a sheltered bay with a long, narrow, pristine, sandy beach. The catamaran anchored fifty yards off the beach. The party guests either snorkeled along the small reef off to one side, swam in the clear water, or tanned and played on the beach. The crew set up a small bar on the beach were they served refreshments, including grapes, sliced fruits, sliced and spreadable cheeses, crackers, breads, and rolls. After laying on the beach drinking wine and eating sliced fruit, the ladies waded into the water to cool off and wash off the sand that had gotten into every crack and crevice of their bodies, Annika asked, "So, have you enjoyed your day of swimming naked?" Denise considered her day and told her mother, "Today was an exciting learning experience. It started this morning when I was waiting to come out of the water so you could get a photograph of the people on the beach ogling my exposed body for the third time. I had an overwhelming urge to urinate. So I took off my swimsuit and did so." Annika suddenly realized what had happened and asked, "So that's when you decided to walk out of the water naked?" "Yes. It felt surprisingly sensual to have the cool water caressing my bared skin and I loved it so much I decided to stay naked. Then a little while ago when I was snorkeling, I again enjoyed the sensual touch of the water against my bare skin, but it somehow wasn't the same with the mask and fins. And now, without the snorkel equipment my entire body is again tingling at the cool caress of the salt water on every exposed inch of me, especially my hard nipples and shaved cunt." Her daughter's use of vulgarity once again shocked Annika, but she maintained her poise and asked, "So you're finding it exhilarating to be naked, especially when you are floating freely in water?" "Not just exhilarating, exciting, arousing, sexually stimulating. The feelings of freedom, sensuousness, and eroticism take turns running through my body and mind." "Oh my goodness Denise, I think you have the addiction," her mother giggled. "If so, it's an addiction I really enjoy. I just hope that Will was right when he told me I didn't have to be afraid of losing control of my behavior to my feelings, because I would always remain in charge of my actions and decisions." "Don't worry about it. Will's correct. It's a feeling that can be very addictive, but as long as you maintain your wits, you won't have any problems. I've been addicted to exhibitionism ever since your father first exposed me, and I've always felt that I was in control, or at least had enough control to stop myself from doing anything dangerous." "That's a relief, because I don't think I'll ever tire of this feeling." * * * * * Enjoying their nudity, they leisurely swam the fifty yards from the shore to the anchored catamaran, climbed on board, and picked up fresh glasses of wine before returning to their mats—Annika had given up Rum Punch earlier when she started to feel she was in danger of losing control of her morals. Enjoying their drinks, they let the sun and warm ocean breeze dry them. Fifteen minutes later the captain came forward and with a huge smile and leering eyes offered to top off their drinks. They demurred noting that they their glasses where still half full, but Annika asked if he would mind taking their picture. Laying on their mats, Denise with her knees together, Annika not concerned, they smiled at the captain as he took pictures from several angles. Annika suggested they stand and pose with the sandy beach behind them. As they got into position, Annika instructed Denise, "Stand straight, feet apart, shoulders back, chest out, smile on your lips, and lust in your eyes." When the captain had taken a half dozen photos Denise told her mother, "I know what might make an interesting picture for father." "What?" Denise didn't answer, but grabbed her mother's hand, lifted it, intertwined her fingers with her own, and instructed her mother, "How about a picture of his Jamaican Beauties standing naked with their arms raised in victory." "Oh, he'd love it. He'd probably have it enlarged, framed, and hang it in his office," Annika laughed. "Then raise your other arm and give the captain a big smile," Denise instructed her mother before telling the captain, "Would you mind taking a bunch of photos of us in this pose, some from the waist up and some of our entire bodies, and all from several angles." "I could do this all day," he answered as he began photographing two of the most beautiful women he'd ever encountered, and told himself, My God. They are beautiful, they are naked, and they are in a pose completely that exposes their large tits and shaved cunts!" Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 10 * * * * * 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. * * * * * 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." * * * * * 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? * * * * * 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. * * * * * Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 11 Chapter 11 - Risqué Lessons: She learns how to spice up her dancing. Notice: Jamaican Beauties is posted under Literotica's category of Novels and Novellas: Erotic fiction with a broader scope. However, the events in this chapter cover a variety of categories including: Exhibitionist & Voyeur - this chapter includes the story of two young Jamaican girls dancing naked at a V.I.P. lounge. Interracial Love - the story is about a developing relationship between a Mulatto Jamaican woman and a Caucasian American man. Lesbian Sex - this chapter includes a public sexual encounter between two young Jamaican women. Mature - the story's primary characters are a young (27-year-old) woman and her Internet friend, a middle-aged (42-year-old) man. Comments: All comments are welcome and appreciated. Please feel free to rate this chapter and to leave or send the author your comments. Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and at least 18 years old at the time they engaged in any form of sexual activity mentioned in this story. ***** Risqué Evening Early Friday evening, after their day on the beach, Annika and Denise enjoyed glasses of wine on the balcony before taking turns showering, drying their hair, putting on makeup, and getting dressed for dinner. Denise, who was again the last one to shower, walked out of the bedroom wearing the royal blue dress the sales clerk had found for her. The dress was a backless halter with spaghetti straps tied in a bow behind her neck. Its deep V-neck cowl front revealed her cleavage and down to her navel, and the little dimples on the top of her buttocks were visible in back. The dress' hem hung four inches above her knees and a slit in front rose to within three inches of exposing her bared and waxed labia when she was standing and within an inch when she sat down on the sofa. She wore matching royal blue, high-heel, sandals with buckled straps around her ankles and over her toes. Annika teased, "My goodness Denise, it appears you aren't planning to keep any secrets tonight." Denise noticed her mother's simple, black, strapless tube dress had a built in push-up bra that created more cleavage than most men had ever seen in person and a hem that left her legs exposed from mid-thigh to her black four-inch, stiletto-heeled, spaghetti strap sandals. The tube dress was skintight and clearly showed the outline of Annika's erect nipples as they pushed against the form-fitting material. Denise laughed and replied, "You should talk. It seems your mammoth boobs are poised, ready to reveal themselves at any moment." "As a matter of fact that's the objective," Annika laughed as she grabbed a handful of the dress' stretchy material at each hip before she shimmied as she tugged downwards pulling the dress lower and exposing more of her enormous light-brown globes. She didn't stop pulling on the dress until her chocolate colored areolae were exposed. She then grabbed the top of the dress and gently pulled up until it again covered her areolae, although just barely. Although Annika had pulled her dress as low as possible, the hem was still eight inches above her knees. Seeing that, Denise was sure her mother would expose her pussy whenever she sat down. She considered pointing that out to her mother and then thought better of it. After all, her mother, the uninhibited exhibitionist Denise found herself emulating, was undoubtedly aware of that fact. "Now, let's go exploit our good looks, have a little fun, and perhaps some excitement," Annika giggled. As they reached the hotel lobby they heard the announcement that the shuttle to James Bond Beach was about to depart. With every male eye watching, the two beauties, in revealing dresses and high heels, walked quickly across the lobby, and followed the driver to the shuttle bus. During the shuttle ride, whenever the bus hit a bump or pothole Annika's breasts bounced and her dress slipped down exposing a bit more of her large, barely constrained, pushed-up breasts, and the hem climbed further up her thighs. "If she doesn't take some action, mother's nipples and pussy are going to be exposed," Denise thought, and again reflected on her more frequent use of vulgarity. Denise soon realized her mother was aware of the situation, yet she sat calmly, only pulling upwards on the top or tugging downwards on the hem when she was on the verge of exposure and frequently not until afterwards. More importantly, or dangerously, the shuttle driver was also aware of Annika's dilemma and only looked away from the rearview mirror to find another pothole or bump in the road. The traffic was light, and they had a quick, although far too exciting for Denise's tastes, journey from the hotel to the beach. After a short walk, they arrived at the James Bond Beach Restaurant. They were early and Annika suggested they wait for their reservation time, explaining she would like to sit at the bar and have a drink before dinner. They found two empty stools, climbed up onto them slowly and carefully, before the bartender immediately greeted them and cheerfully took Annika's order for two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc. While they looked around the bar and chatted, Annika noticed and happily pointed out that Denise's dress, which under normal circumstances revealed much of her body, was shifting whenever she turned or leaned forward and, over time, had exposed every inch of previously covered skin. Denise, reminding herself that she would not allow anyone be in a position to call her a prude, smiled at her mother, and announced, "Of course it does mother. Knowing I'd be out with you is precisely why I bought and wore this dress." ***** Risqué Dinner Promptly at 8:00, the Maître D' and an assistant waiter arrived to escort them to their table and carry their drinks. As they walked through the restaurant, the Maître D' apologized to Annika for, "having let the wife and daughter of the partner of the restaurant's owner wait for their table." He quickly led them upstairs to a table for four in a private corner of the balcony overlooking the now deserted beach. Annika squeezed the Maître D's arm, leaned forward to let him see her cleavage, and assured him, "It was our fault, we did not let you know that we had arrived early. We are very satisfied with your concern and courtesy, extremely pleased with our seating arrangement, and hope the food will be as good as your service. I'll make it a point to let my husband know how well you have taken care of us." Denise smiled at how effectively her mother alleviated difficult situations and easily convinced men to go out of their way to take care of her. "Maybe, that's one of the many things father appreciates about her," she thought as the assistant waiter helped her take her seat. Annika, allowing the assistant waiter to look down her cleavage, requested a few minutes so they might enjoy their drinks before looking at the menu. He was, of course, happy to honor her request. Denise turned to Annika and noted, "Mother, that's the second time on this trip that we have received deferential treatment because we are the wife and daughter of Ken Johnson." "Yes it was. I suggest you learn to accept and appreciate the special treatment if you plan to continue working in the tourism industry. Your father is involved in many businesses throughout the island. Several years ago, he shifted his focus and efforts primarily to tourist related businesses, specifically hotels, resorts, restaurants, bars, and nightclubs. He's made numerous investments and developed several partnerships in the tourism business all over the north coast. In addition, over his lifetime in Jamaica he has made a great many friends, not only through his work, but his philanthropy, involvement with the Bacchanal festivities, and through our lifestyle connections." "Okay, I'll try to demonstrate the same gracious behavior I've witnessed from you and have so much admired," Denise told her mother as she smiled and bowed her head. "Thank you dear. I truly appreciate the compliment, especially from someone who has demonstrated such good manners and gracious behavior throughout this trip." Denise raised her glass, Annika followed her lead, and Denise toasted, "To gracious manners." They tapped their glasses together, and sat silently and enjoyed the breeze and the moonlight reflecting off the small waves on the Caribbean. ***** Interrupting their moment of silence, Annika asked, "You've been quiet most of the evening, is something bothering you?" Denise frowned, apologized, and explained, "I'm sorry mother. I've been thinking about something Will asked me the other night." "Would you like to share it with your personal psychologist, perhaps I could help you." Denise thought, nodded, took a deep breath, and told her mother, "The other night Will and I were talking about my failed attempts to become uninhibited, or more correctly the reasons I've regressed. Will asked about my withdrawal from the Progressive Challenges, specifically why Vondra had so much influence over me. I had to admit that I didn't know. I've been thinking about it, ever since." "And what is your conclusion?" Annika asked, now in full psychologist mode. Denise sipped her wine, frowned, and finally answered, "I still don't know." "Would you like to hear my thoughts about the matter?" "Please," Denise begged. Annika took a large gulp of her wine before explaining, "First, if I may, I'd like to remind you of a few things that led you to allow Vondra to have so much influence over you." Denise nodded her consent as she sipped her wine. "Just hear me out before you start complaining," Annika requested before beginning, "Your father is naturally dominate, and I am usually submissive to him. Max, your best friend, who taught you how to get along in the world, is a natural submissive. We've all influenced your behavior." Annika paused to sip her wine and Denise held her tongue wondering where her mother was going with her explanation. Annika nodded her appreciation of Denise's acquiescence to her request not to interrupt and continued, "Your father is a demanding taskmaster, and you grew up in a household that behaved in the manner he expected. To help you become a proper gentlewoman and to get along in the world your father and I taught you to be polite, courteous, and to comply with the wishes of others. Additionally, you watched your sisters win your father's love by doing what he asked, by playing sports. You subsequently believed you'd won your father's love by doing what he asked—sports, arts, and dance." Denise nodded; she'd heard all of this before, she'd even shared the story with Will. Annika returned Denise's nod and continued, "However, what you have probably forgotten, is that it was your father who insisted and ensured that you studied, completed your school assignments, and passed your tests. He worked with you every evening to be sure you understood your class material, prepared all of your assigned work, and were prepared for your classes. When you went away to Arts School, you floundered at first. You missed the discipline and direction your father had provided you. You weren't successful nor happy in Arts School. Even though you were a good dancer, without your father's help and guidance, you weren't dedicated nor successful in your dance classes. At the same time, your roommate Vondra and her friends were on their way to becoming successful designers and fashion artists. As I recall, when that fashion magazine published a couple of Vondra's designs you moped for weeks. Later, when the school selected her to work for a special modeling project, you became a recluse." Annika paused to allow Denise to comment or agree. Denise simply nodded her understanding. Annika continued, "To you, Vondra was successful, she had friends who listened to and followed her, she seemed to be a dominate personality. Eventually, you replaced your previous source of direction and guidance, your father, with Vondra. Although, she seemed to be just like your father, she wasn't. She was skilled in fashion design and she had a following of friends, but she was not concerned about your well-being, and she didn't know how, nor did she care to motivate you." Denise considered what her mother was saying, and commented, "Will said she was never my friend, I was just someone she could abuse to impress her followers." Annika, finding she once again agreed with Will's opinion, smiled, and continued, "Fortunately, you soon realized you did not have much of a future as a dancer. You quit Arts School, moved back home, back with your father. With your father's guidance and insistence, you soon got a job. Later, with your father's prodding and support, you enrolled in accounting school. When you graduated and got a job, you moved into your own apartment. Again, without your father's control and guidance, you floundered and became depressed and a recluse." Denise blurted out her frustration, "Sorry to interrupt, but what has all that got to do with Vondra?" Annika sipped her wine, smiled, and nodded before she continued, "I believe you envy Vondra. In Arts School you wanted to be like her, you wanted to be artistic, popular, and successful. Moreover, I believe you have never gotten over your envy, jealousy, and resentment of Vondra, of Vondra's success. To you, Vondra is not just successful, she's confident, outgoing, and in control. She has successful friends, a thriving fashion design practice, and is a well-known socialite in Kingston. Those were your dreams, your aspirations. She has what you always wanted. She is enjoying an advantage that you always desired to possess. Thus, when she criticizes you, you accept it, you take it to heart." Denise frowned, thought to protest, but remembered that her mother was a trained psychologist, and had Denise's interest at heart, so she asked, albeit with a hint of insolence, "Okay, let's agree that I envied Vondra's success, how is it that she still has so much influence over me?" Knowing Denise was listening Annika smiled and continued, "Several things came into play to create the situation. Foremost, your love and respect for your father. Secondly, your father's dominate personality combined with your submissive nature. Third, when you lost the dominate personality in your life, the only man you'd ever loved, you looked for a replacement, and you found Vondra. You transferred your feelings for your father onto her—it was easy, she was older, acted as if she cared for you, she was successful, and as your roommate, she was close to you, always there for you." Denise considered her mother's points and having to agree with them, nodded for her to continue. "When you left Arts School, you left Vondra's sphere of influence, but you did not forget your feelings for her. You thought of her in the same way you had always thought of your father, you continued to allow her to dominate you, and you gave her comments the same value you'd always given your father's. Thus, you allowed her comments to influence your feelings about yourself." Annika sat back and sipped her wine as she allowed Denise to consider the information she shared with her. Denise looked up from her thoughts and asked, "I give her opinions the same authority and influence I give father's opinions?" Annika smiled and nodded. "How can I change that? How can I take that authority and influence away from that wretched, vindictive, overly-critical, undernourished bitch?" Annika had a long laugh before explaining, "I think you just did." "What do you mean?" An incredulous daughter asked her mother. "With your realization a second ago you removed any influence Vondra ever had over you. You now see Vondra for who she is. Whenever you see her again, you will remember what she did to you, how she used and abused you for her own pleasure, and you will no longer respect her opinion, nor her." "Really? That was all I needed to do?" Annika nodded and then lifted a finger to get Denise's attention, "It helped that Will got you to talk about Vondra and to consider the undue influence she had over you. That helped you to recognize and accept the validity of the things I pointed out to you." Denise nodded, and with the beginnings of a tear in her eye, whispered, "Mother, thank you for helping me get over Vondra. And before you ask, I will be sure to thank Will when we next chat." They ordered, the waiter served them, and during dinner, they enjoyed the cool breeze as they talked about the possibility of modifying Denise's Jamaican Beauties Jaunt itinerary. Denise was open to and, in fact, excited about including a night at a Villa on the Cliffs or The Cliffs Hotel, and spending a day at James Bond Beach including a snorkel or sailing trip or, even better in Will's case, a private vest and swimsuit optional snorkel party. While they enjoyed after dinner glasses of Sauvignon Blanc, Annika talked with Denise about the feelings she experienced while she was naked in the sea and her feelings as she walked naked onto the beach with everyone watching. Denise admitted that it was something she enjoyed and was willing, even desirous, to try again in different venues. ***** Risqué Club Annika offered to take Denise to a local club to celebrate her newly achieved freedom from Vondra's ridicule. After walking two blocks up the street, they entered a Calypso Club X and the hostess escorted them to a table between a big stage and a small dance floor. Annika ordered two wines from a waitress before leaning towards Denise and shouted over the music, "Your father has an interest in this club; it's one of his favorites!" At that moment, a dancer, wearing a minimal string bikini with three narrow oval slivers of material that barely covered her nipples and labia, danced onto the stage above them. She smiled broadly, shimmied her butt, pumped her hips, and shook her breasts for anyone that came to the stage with money. When the music quieted, Denise leaned over and asked, "Are you sure this is father's favorite club?" When the next song began, the young, dancer soon removed her bikini top as she continued her performance. Now there were many more men offering her money to dance, wiggle her ass, and shake her breasts in front of them. Again, when that song ended, the young girl went to the men and collected the tips they offered and seemed to enjoy letting them fondle her exposed thighs and breasts. When the third song began, Denise wondered why the girl would do what she did for just a few dollars. Furthermore, she was finding it even more difficult to believe her mother's allegation that her father enjoyed watching nearly naked girls dance on stage. When the music ended and the girl had once again collected her money and left the stage under the watchful eye of a large gentleman in black slacks and a black tee shirt with the Club's logo on the chest, Annika announced, "There's a quieter place where we can talk, grab your drink and follow me." Annika led them to another muscular gentleman, also wearing a black tee shirt with the club's logo, standing at the bottom of a staircase and after talking with him for a minute motioned for Denise to follow as she walked up the stairs. On a landing in front of a set of frosted glass doors, another gentleman stood behind a podium. He seemed to recognize Annika and smiled when she approached. Annika smiled as they talked and when she handed him several bills, he opened a heavy door, allowing the ladies to enter the lounge. Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 11 The first thing Denise noticed was that the upstairs lounge was quieter and instead of stages, it had three slightly raised platforms, each centered along one of three walls and a large bar that covered half of the fourth wall, at the back of the room. There were solid looking tables and comfortable looking chairs scattered throughout the club, but primarily near the raised platforms. The furniture, carpets, and lighting appeared to be much nicer than the ones they sat in downstairs, and the music, while similar that played downstairs, seemed to be quieter. Annika led them to a table on the back wall near the bar. "That's better," Annika announced as she sat down, "Now we can talk." "Alright, will you tell me why father likes this club," Denise demanded. "Actually, I said your father has an interest in this club." "Yes, I know. You told me it was one of his favorite clubs," Denise retorted. "Not that kind of interest," Annika grinned, "He has a financial interest in the club. He is the majority owner." "Father owns a strip club?" "You're just starting to figure this out?" Annika asked with evident sarcasm. Denise nodded. "Sorry, for the joke and I should clarify my statement. Your father owns an interest in the entire club, but this room, the V.I.P. room, is his favorite nightclub. Unfortunately, it's slow tonight so there won't be much action. On the positive side, we'll be able to talk and our drinks are covered." "I'm still confused," Denise acknowledged. "As we talk more this weekend I'm sure you'll have a better understanding." Annika sipped and enjoyed her wine before she finally announced, "I want you to know that I'm very proud about how open you've been lately. How you accepted and enjoyed your massage with Jacob. How you dressed for lunch with your father and willingly showed him the pictures from your challenges. How you willingly let me photograph you as you walked out of the water naked. How you were willing to get naked on the catamaran and talked about how much you enjoyed swimming naked in the cove. You've certainly come a long way from that shy girl that asshole from Belgium mistreated and dumped." Annika raised her glass, Denise did the same, they clinked the glasses, and Annika toasted, "To better trips and men." "Good riddance to assholes," Denise added before her eyes opened wide and she blurted out, "I have a couple of questions I've wanted to ask you." "Okay, what exactly would you like to know?" Annika asked her daughter. "I want to know more about you and father having sex with other people," Denise almost snarled. "Ask me your question and I will try my best to give you a complete and honest answer." "To start with, you've told me that you have never cheated. Yet, as I witnessed, Jacob regularly masturbates you to climax. That seems, at least to me, to be a conflict." "First, I was remiss at Jacob's and later at the Frigate. I should have given you some history. To start with, neither your father nor I were virgins when we got married." Denise giggled, "I assumed that, given your story about your first meeting!" "Okay, he wasn't a virgin when we met, and while I was a virgin until that evening, I had lots of other sexual experiences." "Wait," Denise interrupted, "You were a virgin when you met father?" Annika nodded. "But, at the Frigate you said... let me remember. Oh yes! I'm paraphrasing, but I believe you told me that when you first met father, you took every inch of his erection into your mouth until the head of his dick touched the back of your throat. Then you said you sucked him until he gushed so much of his sperm into your mouth that, for one of the few times in your adult life, you were unable to swallow all of it. Oh, and you said you turned around and kneeled in a chair so father could take you from behind. Those don't sound like the experiences and actions of a virgin." "Denise, think! Didn't I always tell you girls that oral sex was a very good way to keep your boyfriend and your virginity?" Denise frowned, nodded her head, and whispered, "Yes mother." "Now you know that I practiced what I preached. I was very good at giving oral sex. That's how I dated so many boys and yet kept my virginity. When your father took me as I knelt in the chair, he felt my virginity. He paused and asked if he should continue. I pushed back forcing his shaft deeper into me and I bled." "Sorry mother, I didn't think before I spoke." Annika grinned and continued, "Anyway, back to my history lesson. Although your father and I were aware that we'd each had sexual relationships with other people before we met, we agreed not to discuss our specific sexual experiences. I understood that he was quite experienced and, as I just told, he knew that while I was experienced in fellatio, I was still a virgin. In addition, we talked about our desires and we came to our current arrangement." Denise wondered aloud, "What kind of agreement?" "It's a little complex, but in simple terms, we allow one another, with the other's knowledge and consent, to occasionally engage in sex with others. Under that agreement, your father and I have both had other sex partners since we've been married. However, we have never, "cheated" on one another. By that I mean we were always specifically aware of and approved of one another's sexual liaisons." "Mother, I'm not sure I'm ready to hear all about this," Denise complained. "Okay, let's focus on your specific example. Your father is aware and approves of me having Jacob masturbate me to an orgasm at the end of my massages. Just as I know and approve of Marie masturbating or performing fellatio on him at the end of his massages. It is something we both enjoy at the end of such a sensual experience. While that is not sexual intercourse as normally defined, it is an example of how we have agreed to permit one another some sexual freedom while maintaining our marital vows, respect, and love for one another." Denise, clearly confused, rambled, "I'm not sure why I'm so curious. I think I'm okay with and have accepted the fact and I think I understand why, at least in a general way. Will has explained swapping to me and I think I agree with his general philosophy, that it's your decision, your life. It is not and should not be my concern or worry. With that out of the way, what I really want to know is, exactly how does your "agreement" work? How do father and you handle your extramarital sexual encounters? Do you get permission first or do you tell each other about it afterwards?" After giving considerable thought to her response, Annika answered, "You're father established the rules when he introduced me to the lifestyle. Most of the time we are together when we have extramarital sexual encounters, as you put it. Often it's with another person, sometimes with another couple, and occasionally with a group, but we ALWAYS use protection. Not just to prevent unwanted pregnancies but also to protect us from sexually transmitted diseases." Annika let the last statement hang in the air and sipped her wine before she continued, "In some rare cases, your father will see I'm interested in having a sexual encounter with another person and he will give me permission to have the encounter. He occasionally arranges a liaison for me. I do the same for him. We have occasionally given one another permission to engage in repeated sexual encounters with specific individuals within specific conditions. In all of those cases, we have established, agreed to, limits, and we always abide by those limits. Does that cover everything you want to know?" "So this is all thought out and you and father have discussed, negotiated, established, and agreed to specific conditions and boundaries?" "Sometimes Denise, you sound just like your father, the barrister," Annika teased, before answering, "In answer to your question, yes! With regard to sexual activities with others, your father insisted and I have agreed to specific conditions and boundaries." "I can't believe I'm asking my mother this, but if you have sex without father present, do you tell him about it afterwards?" Annika again carefully considered her answer before replying, "Again, your father established the rule and I agreed to it. In those cases where we were not both involved, we do not discuss the details unless specifically asked to do so. As your father says, it's a lot like masturbation, you're pretty sure your partner does it, but you never ask them to talk about it and you certainly don't want them telling you about it." "Wow, you two have really thought this through." "Now Denise, I want you to understand, sex with others is the exception, not the norm. We prefer to have sex with each other. However, as you know, I like to have fun, and as you probably do not want to accept, your father can be insatiable. We decided early in our relationship that it made sense for us to add a little variety. Other than our limited and specific exceptions, it is rare that we have... What did you call it? Oh yes, extramarital sexual encounters." Obviously concerned and confused, Denise noted, "You always manage to shock me. In the past, you've told me you and father have sex all the time and now you're telling me you and father each have sex with other partners. In fact, you are both aware of and agree to those extra marital relationships. I'm sorry I brought it up. I don't think I want to discuss this for now. I'm going to need time to get over my shock, before I'll be ready to talk about this and further." Annika interjected, "Please feel free to tell Will everything. I'd be interested in hearing what he thinks and what he says to you." It took Denise a moment to respond, "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. Although, I think I'll have a lot more questions once I comprehend what you've just told me. I'm sure I will after I chat with Will," Denise concluded, laughing at her last comment. They finished their wines in silence as they each thought about the change in their relationship that just occurred, or at least in Denise's perspective on her parents' sexual activities. Denise concluded that the information her mother shared was too much for her to handle. Her parents were far too open about their sex lives. Her mother was far too willing to share everything with her daughter, and now she was asking Denise to share her conversations with Will in return. Being open, honest, and uninhibited was becoming more difficult than she ever imagined it would be. That last thought caused Denise to recall her New Years' resolution: to be uninhibited, to be more of an exhibitionist than her mother, to abandon all of her inhibitions. She remembered that it was what she wanted, it was what she'd committed to, it was her goal. She would achieve her goal. She would do whatever she had to do! ***** Risqué Dancers After quietly enjoying her wine for several minutes to give Denise the opportunity to absorb all that she just learned, Annika pointed out a new dancer on the main stage. She was a tall thin, dark-skinned, Jamaican, with long, muscular legs, wide hips, thin waist, flat stomach with a small "outie" navel, and firm, pert breasts with small black areolae, and tall, erect nipples. She had a pleasant face, with a full nose, and large lipstick covered lips. She had closely cropped curly black hair. Her only clothing was a white garter around her right thigh and white, three-inch platform sandals with elastic straps over her toes. Denise looked up and watched the girl, who having finished dancing was walking through the audience collecting the proffered tips. Denise turned to her mother and commented, "She's beautiful. She looks so blissful and happy, even though she's naked and men and women are fondling her. I wonder how it feels to be uninhibited enough to dance naked on a stage in front of a bunch of strangers?" "Let's find out," Annika announced and laughing at Denise's shocked expression, noted, "I think your father was remise in your etiquette lessons." Denise, not understanding her meaning, stared at her mother. "He neglected to teach you proper etiquette and behavior as a patron in a strip club," Annika explained as she laughed at Denise's confusion. Denise caught herself and asked, "Okay, as a strip club patron, what should I be doing?" Annika handed Denise two U.S. twenty dollar bills and told her, "Fold them lengthwise and just as the next song ends, wave them so the girl dancing on the stage can see." Denise watched as the girl danced to a samba, noting that she was quite good. When the song ended, Denise did as directed. As the young dancer started towards them, Annika explained to Denise, "This is another chance for you to prove you are uninhibited. When she gets here, spread your legs apart so the young girl can stand in front of you. As you hand her the tip you may fondle her tits if you'd like. You can also touch and, if the dancer doesn't object, play with her pussy. Customers in this club, I should say this V.I.P. lounge, are permitted to fondle the dancers." The young girl arrived and Denise, without thought, spread her knees as she looked to where she wanted the dancer the stand. Smiling and nodding, the all but naked dancer stepped between Denise's thighs. Denise placed the bills on her lap and reached up with her left hand and forward with her right so she could massage the young girl's firm, sweaty breasts and simultaneously massage her slick labia. Annika smiled at the young dancer, leaned over, and in a stage whisper, told her as she took the bills from Denise's lap and slid it behind the garter on the girl's upper thigh, "Please take the twenties, they're yours with our appreciation. And if you'll come back after your set, we'd be happy to show you even more appreciation if you would be willing to talk with us, do a couple of table dances, and perhaps give this young lady a lap dance or two. ***** A half hour later the beautiful dancer returned and asked, "Do you still want a table dance? They are forty U.S. dollars for two songs." Annika turned to Denise, "Would you like to talk with this beautiful dancer and find out why she looks so blissful and happy as she's dancing naked on stage and while she's being fondled by the customers?" Denise's curiosity took control, "Yes please!" Annika turned to the young dancer, "Would you be kind enough to get the waitress' attention and join us for a couple of drinks?" The young girl smiled broadly, waved a waitress over, and sat in the empty seat to which Annika had pointed. The waitress arrived quickly. Annika handed her a credit card as she explained, "We'd like to talk with this young lady and have her dance for us later. Please, bring us a round of white wine and put her drink on my credit card." Frowning, the waitress explained, "Dancers drink Champagne." "Yes, I'm aware of the house rules. Please ask the bartender to check with the manager. I'm sure everything will be fine," Annika told the waitress with a smile on her lips and authority in her voice. Annika turned to the dancer and asked her, "It's Jasmine, right?" The young girl looked worried and confused as she nodded. Annika continued, "I'm Annika Johnson, do you remember me?" Jasmine studied Annika's face for a second before she again nodded. Denise, confusion evident in her expression, turned her mother for an explanation. Annika gave Denise a reassuring smile before she turned her attention back to Jasmine and explained, "Relax, I'm not here for work. I'm here with my daughter. She would like to talk to you about what it's like to dance here and perhaps to play a little. Would that be alright with you?" Jasmine looked concerned and tried to explain, "Mi should do table and lap dances." Annika patted Jasmine's lower thigh and calmly told her, "I'm sure Tony will understand and approve. So, if you're willing to stay and talk with us, I will make it worth your time." The young dancer frowned as she weighed her options and finally smiled, apparently happy with her decision, as she exclaimed, "Yes ma'am. Eff a'right wid bossy, mi talk and dance wid Miss Annika and 'im daughter." The waitress arrived with three full glasses of Pinot Grigio and after sitting them on the table, she handed Annika her credit card and announced, "Your card will not be necessary. ALL drinks at this table are compliments of the manager." Annika looked up at the waitress, gave her a quick smile, and asked, "And Jasmine's and your commissions?" "We will be fully compensated," the waitress answered with a reassuring smile. Then, looking toward Jasmine, she added, "Manager said Jasmine fulfilled her contract requirements for shift. She does not have to do second circuit." Annika, in a conspiratorial stage whisper, informed the two ladies, "I will be back in a couple of weeks. If you haven't received your compensations, I will personally make it right." "T'anks Miss Annika," Jasmine exclaimed first, followed by the waitress as she bowed and retreated. Annika looked to Jasmine and wondered aloud, "How is it that the manager is willing to let you out of doing your second circuit? Won't that affect your tips tonight?" Jasmine smiled, waved her hand to dismiss Annika's concerns, and explained, "A slow night. Four dancers, ongle one on circuit, ongle the main stage. No tippars tenight. Mi better here than stage." "Good! Now, as you already know, my name is Annika. This young lady is Denise, my daughter." Everyone nodded and smiled and Denise reached out her hand to shake Jasmine's, who quickly reciprocated. Annika continued, "Denise thought you looked beautiful when you're dancing on stage and she wondered how you could be so blissful and happy while you're dancing naked and being touched." Jasmine turned to Denise, gave her a broad grin, and answered, "A sinting Miss Annika taught me—" Denise interrupted, "Do, mi duh nuh undastan, yuh chat too fass. Cyan yuh speak in English?" Jasmine smiled and apologized, "I'm sorry, mi t'ink you speak patweh. Mi use proper English. Many dancers speak only patois and I do not use English much." Denise nodded and added, "I'm sorry. I understand a little patois, but I don't use it much and it takes time to translate some of it." Jasmine nodded and restarted her explanation, "I use something Miss Annika explained when I started work here. When I work, I stay aware what's going on. I stay away danger. I always know where nearest bouncer." Jasmine looked to be sure Denise understood before continuing, "When on stage, eff I wear dress, bikini, or no t'ing, mi in control, mi in charge. Mi pick oofa dance and how mi dance for 'im. Mi choose how far t'ings go wid customer." Denise translated, "When you are on stage, whether you're in a dress, bikini, or naked, you're the one in control, the one in charge. You pick whom you will dance for and how you will dance for them. You choose how far things will go between you and the customer?" Jasmine smiled and nodded her agreement with Denise's translation. Denise laughed as she tilted her head toward Annika and explained to Jasmine, "My mother has given me the same speech—many times." Annika frowned before telling Denise, "It's a very important lesson. If you pay attention to your surroundings and your feelings, you will find that you will be in charge of most situations. You will be the one that decides what you're going to do. And, you will find that because you are doing what you want to do, you will enjoy most everything you do." Denise turned back to Jasmine and asked, "I'd like to know how you convince yourself to dance naked in front of so many people?" Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 11 Jasmine pondered her answer before haltingly explaining, "Mi love drop legs... a mean to dance. Mi... I lived in Kingston and went Quad every weekend. I did all Bacchanals and danced all night. I did Road March so I could dance all day. Six months ago, I hear Club Calypso hiring bikini dancers. I wanted get paid for do what I love. I came and dance for manager. He hire me. For two months I dance weekends and eat a food... sorry, I make lot money. I quit job in Kingston, move here, and dance five, six nights a week. Last month, manager ask if I want dance in Lounge... here. Commissions and tips bigger. I worried about dancing naked and to letting customers touch. I remember, each week downstairs I wore smaller bikini and many times finished circuit wid no top. Eff me t'ink... If I think I get bigger tips for table dance, I showed customer my glamity. When I lap dance, if no one see and customer safe, I let customer touch tits and, if he tip, pums." Denise smiled and asked, "So it was just a matter of degrees between dancing in a club, in a Road March, downstairs topless, and here naked while people fondled your pussy?" "That's it!" Jasmine laughed, "I take ongle few steps to go from dancing at Quad to dancing naked in man's lap." "What are you thinking about when you're dancing? What is it that makes you look so happy, so blissful?" Jasmine closed her eyes and remembered her thoughts while she was dancing, she almost whispered, "I dream I'm dancing for mi boyfriend. Mi mek 'im see mi erect nipples, mi wet pussy, 'im know mi do what 'im wants, show 'im mi sexy, like girls on his poster—" Jasmine opened her eyes, turned to Denise, and shouted, "Jeezam, you her! You girl on poster in my boyfriend's bedroom. You my competition!" Annika laughed, "Denise, I think you've just met someone that doesn't like your poster." "True? You the girl on Bacchanal poster?" "Yes, she's the one on the right," Annika told Jasmine, snickering at Denise's discomfort. "Can I take picture of us? My boyfriend will come in pants when he sees." "Where's your camera?" Annika asked, knowing the answer. Jasmine thought for a second and scowled when she realized what Annika already knew. Annika offered a solution, "I have my camera with me. I could take a picture, print it, and give it to you the next time I'm here." "You really do that for me?" "Sure, I'd love to. I've always wanted a picture of Denise dancing naked on stage," Annika answered as she giggled. "Mother, what exactly are you suggesting?" "That you dance with Jasmine. And when you're ready, I'll take a picture of you and Jasmine dancing... naked." "Naked? Are you serious?" Denise almost shouted. "Absolutely! Unless you don't want to help this beautiful young lady please her boyfriend, finish your wine, get up, and show Jasmine what a marvelous dancer you are while she teaches you her secret to being blissful and happy while dancing naked." Denise frowned as she recited two of her latest, oft-used mantras, "In for a penny, in for a pound. Remember, every uninhibited act has been a positive experience." After downing her wine, Denise stood and announced her acquiescence, "Okay Jasmine, let's dance for my mother and give her a show." Jasmine stood, smiled at Denise, and asked, "You dance any Calypso music, correct?" "I can dance to everything that's played in the club so far," Denise answered as she started to move with the Chutney song that was playing. Jasmine began to dance with Denise. They were soon connected. They matched one another, step for step, shimmy for shimmy, hip thrust for hip thrust. Just before the three-song set ended, Annika waved the waitress over and ordered another round. After everyone cooled off with a sip of wine, and just before the next set of music was to begin, Annika took her camera from her purse, smiled at Denise, and announced, "Okay, I'm ready to take some pictures of you two dancing together. How about you Denise, are you ready to strut your stuff?" The music started, a Mambo. Denise again danced in unison with Jasmine. When the first song was ending, Jasmine reached out to Denise's neck. Denise turned and allowed Jasmine to untie the simple bow in her dresses' spaghetti straps at the back of her neck. Feeling the strings separate, Denise let the halter-top fall so it hung around her waist, exposing her breasts. Denise turned to her mother and let her take her picture before she shook her hips, causing the dress to slip down and fall to her ankles. As Annika took another photograph, Jasmine knelt to pick up the dress, and in so doing, exposed her bright pink vulva to Denise as well as the camera in Annika's hands. Denise, without thinking, returned the favor when she lifted her foot and raised and spread her knee, revealing her vulva as Jasmin retrieved Denise's dress. The two girls danced to the second song in the set, a Samba, as they worked around the small table in the back of the room and Annika took photographs. While they danced, Jasmine asked, "Does your boyfriend have the poster on his wall?" Denise laughed and told her, "I don't have a boyfriend." "Why does someone beautiful and famous like you, not have a boyfriend?" "My only boyfriend dumped me a year ago. Until recently, I didn't think I was beautiful," Denise answered honestly. "But the poster? All guys want the beautiful girls on the Bacchanal poster." "I didn't know about the poster until November." "No? Why not?" Denise smiled at the reason, "My father and others arranged to keep my identity a secret and kept the poster's existence a secret from me." "It's a shame. I would be proud to be a girl so many guys desire when they beat their wood... Sorry, I mean masturbate." "I hadn't really considered that before," Denise confessed as her grin grew into a smile. The second song ended and the two girls, now sweating, silently agreed to take a break, cool off, and enjoy their chilled wines. Just before the third and last song of the set ended, Annika suggested, with just a hint of an order, "Denise, if you really want to know what it feels like to dance naked on stage, why don't you and Jasmine dance the next set on that empty stage?" "Mother, I didn't say I wanted to dance naked in front a bunch of strangers, I just wondered how it would feel, what it would be like to be that uninhibited." "Dee-Dee, it's all the same thing. You've already overcome most of your obstacles, you're dancing, you're naked, and you're in a room of strangers. The only thing that's different is that you're back here and not up there on the stage." Denise had to admire her mother's logic, and laughed as she told her, "You sound just like father... or Will! You're logic is impeccable. I don't have a valid argument." Turning to Jasmine, Denise asked, "Would you mind dancing the next set with me, on stage, while my mother photographs us? Maybe you could teach me some tricks about dancing on stage?" "Jeezam, what a stinting! I mean, I'd be delighted," Jasmine responded. As they finished their wines, Denise started laughing and muttered, "In for a penny, in for a pound." Jasmine, obviously not hearing or understanding Denise, began to lecture her about dancing on stage, "When you are on stage, you need to be in, what your mother calls a... special persona. I use my special name to help get into my stage dancer's persona, to get into my special attitude. My special name, my nude dancer name, is Jasmine." "That's not your real name?" Jasmine grinned and answered, "It is when I'm here, dancing, making customers happy. When I hear that name, I go into my sexy, nude dancer persona. Do you have a special nickname, a name that makes you happy when you hear it?" "Dee-Dee," Denise answered without thinking. Jasmine smiled and noted, "That's perfect. You have big tits maybe even double D's. Because you are a delight to talk with, I will call you Dee-Dee Delights?" Denise smiled, for first time in her life, for some strange reason, she liked that someone other than her parents called her Dee-Dee. She especially liked Dee-Dee Delights as her stage name. She nodded and repeated, "Okay, I'm Dee-Dee Delights." They finished their wines just before another three-song set was about to begin. Without saying a word, Jasmine headed to the nearest stage and Denise immediately followed as she averred aloud, "I am not a prude. I will be uninhibited. I will remember that every time I've been uninhibited, I've had a positive experience." When they reached the stage, Jasmine asked, "Okay, tell me where you live and what you do." Denise, thinking it was information Jasmine needed so she could explain how to get into a proper mindset to dance naked on a stage in a room full of customers, answered, "I have an apartment in New Kingston. I'm the lead accountant for a construction company." Jasmine was prepared to deliver her dissertation about dancing naked on stage. She'd decided she would repeat, almost verbatim, the rest of the lecture she had heard from Annika, twice after coming to work at the club and twice again after agreeing to work in the V.I.P. lounge. Jasmine smiled and began, "When you are on that raised platform, you are no longer Denise, the accountant from Kingston. On that stage, in this club, you are Dee-Dee Delights the best dancer and the hottest stripper in Oracabessa. It is your desire and goal, to make the guys and gals in the lounge see you as the sexiest woman in their world." Jasmine looked Denise in the eye and continued, "Remember, those men could be at home with their wives or girlfriends. Instead, they decided to come out into the night, to pay hard-earned money for access to the Club Calypso's V.I.P. lounge, to buy overpriced drinks, for just one reason. To see you." Slapping Denise's ass, Jasmine continued, "That is why you will show them Dee-Dee Delights, the most outgoing, sensual woman they've ever seen. A woman unlike any woman they ever saw in the nightclubs of Oracabessa or New Kingston. You will show them Dee-Dee Delights, the woman in every sexual fantasy they've ever had, a sensual, sexual beauty come to life. As they watch you dance, they will dream about being with you. They will get hard and wet. Several of them will masturbate while they watch you dancing on stage. Many of them will jerk off when they get home, thinking about the beautiful, sexy, naked Dee-Dee Delights." As the two naked girls stepped up onto the platform, Jasmine concluded her speech, "It is your job, your goal, your desire to show them things that Denise would never show them. If Dee-Dee Delights does her job well, she will give them a night they'll never forget, a night they will remember anytime they stroke their cocks." The music for the next set of dances began as Annika arrived at the stage with a large, dark-skinned, muscular, man wearing a tight-fitting Calypso Club XXX tee shirt. She shouted to Denise and Jasmine, "This is T.J. the head of security for the club and the lead bouncer in the V.I.P. Lounge. He has agreed to watch after you two while I take photographs of you dancing." Denise and Jasmine begin dancing as soon as the music began. Annika took several photographs before she asked Jasmine, "Please dance like you were earlier, show me how beautiful you are when you're dancing, when you are feeling and exhibiting your bliss and happiness. Show me how much you enjoy having so many men and women admiring you're beautiful body, your dancing skills, and your joy at being allowed to share your body and dancing skills with the appreciative ladies and gentlemen in the lounge." Jasmine smiled and apologetically told Denise, "I'm going to dance for the customers in this room. I'm going to dance on my own. I'm going to go into my dream, the one I told you about, I'm going to seduce my boyfriend and make him want to have sex with me." Denise smiled as she thought, "That shouldn't take very long," and as soon as she saw Jasmine's eyes close, she closed hers. Immediately, Denise saw the waterfall, the patio railing, her lover. Denise twirled and let her lover see she was naked. She danced toward him with her legs apart to let him see the moistness on her inner thighs. She bent her knees and bounced away from him, showing him her blood-flushed vulva and the entrance to her sodden vagina. She knew he wanted her, but she planned to tease him for the duration of the song. Oddly, she heard the sounds of women calling to her and wondered, "Who's trying to ruin my evening with my lover?" Jasmine tapped Denise's shoulder as Annika again called her name. Denise opened her eyes with a start. Seeing Jasmine, she relaxed. Seeing her mother with a camera, she tensed. Finally, she remembered she was dancing naked on a stage in front of a room full of strangers, and she smiled as she thought, "That proves I'm uninhibited and so far it has been a positive experience." "Denise," Annika called again and added, "You were dancing like a slut seducing her man, and I use that word in the positive sense. You closed your eyes. You looked like you were in a trance. What were you thinking about?" Denise's eyes widened when she remembered her dream. She was thinking of Will as her lover. She moaned her concern aloud, "NO, I can't love him! He's only my friend. I can't risk loving someone. I can't risk having someone hurt me again." Annika heard Denise's utterances, and thinking she understood, decided not to mention it to Denise. Instead, she thought to herself, "I'll talk to her about her dream another time, but not now. She's come too far to risk setting her back now." Denise noticing the music was still playing, meaning she and Jasmine should still be dancing, asked, "Why did we stop dancing?" Stepping in front of Denise, Annika explained, "I want to do a favor for Jasmine. I'd like to take a photograph similar to the Jamaican Bacchanal poster, except with Jasmine in Max's place. Would you be willing to help me?" "Of course mother, I'd be happy to do it. What do you want me to do?" Annika smiled and requested, "Stand next to Jasmine, on her left, and dance with her. I'll let you know when it's time to pose. In the meantime, Jasmine can talk to you about remaining aware of your surroundings while maintaining a proper, positive attitude as you're dancing. When I'm ready to take the photograph, you can talk Jasmine through the pose." Denise and Jasmine danced side by side, gathering a great deal of attention and quite a crowd. The bouncer, T.J., after checking with Annika, asked the customers who came over to watch the ladies dance to sit in a chair at a table. He also told them that the ladies would not be collecting tips and asked, or more correctly insisted, that they not take any photographs. Jasmine winked at Denise and explained, "You are a fabulous dancer, but you need to remember, if you're going to close your eyes and dream, make sure your dream includes scenes where you open your eyes and look around. In my dream, I'm in a public place, usually the Quad, with my boyfriend. In my dream, I continually scan the room for trouble from other customers or the bouncers. That's when I open my eyes and look around this club. Try it, you'll see it works." Denise closed her eyes and was soon dancing in front of Will, in a quiet corner of hotel balcony, but they were having a party. It worked! Every fifteen seconds she opened her eyes to be sure the crowd at the party were all still dancing inside, chatting, with one another, standing at the bar, or sitting on chairs around the room. But, she worried, she was again willingly showing Will her privates, wanting him to see her moistness, wishing he was as aroused as she was, praying for him to take her carnally on the balcony, without regard to the crowd. Then the music as well as the image of Will faded. While the music was winding down to a quiet finish, Annika asked, "Denise, would you please get into position for the poster pose. Denise turned to Jasmine and instructed, "Spread your legs to the width of your shoulders, raise your arms above your head as if you're celebrating a victory." Jasmine followed her instructions and Annika took their picture. Denise grabbed Jasmine's left hand with her right, intertwined her fingers between Jasmine's and instructed, "Stand up straight, lift your head high, pick your shoulders up and back, suck in your stomach, and thrust your firm tits forward. Now, think proud, satisfied, and lustful thoughts and smile at all the cheering fans that are pleased with how hard you danced for their pleasure." Annika moved from side to side, taking photographs, then backed away so she could get their full nudity into frame, and again moved side-to-side taking photographs of her naked daughter standing on stage next to a naked V.I.P. Lounge dancer. When Annika announced she was done, Denise turned and hugged Jasmine, as she told her, "Thank you for showing me how much fun and exciting it is to dance naked, on stage, before strangers. And thank you for reminding me of the excitement and joy I felt when I danced topless in the Road March. I hope your boyfriend realizes just what a sexy girlfriend he has." The two naked, sweaty, dancers left the stage and followed Annika and the bouncer to their table. Annika hugged the muscular gentleman, placed a folded U.S. twenty-dollar bill in his palm, and told him, "T.J., thank you for providing protection for my daughter and Jasmine. Before I come back for my next round of interviews and to give Jasmine her photographs, I'll call you to see if we'll have time to do the flesh pot routine." "Always glad to help you, Annika," the bouncer acknowledged, "And I'm looking forward to dancing with you again." After everyone was seated and had a drink of wine, Annika asked, "Did you ladies have as much fun as the smiles on your faces indicated?" "Yes!" the sweaty, tired, naked, ladies answered in unison. As they continued to sip their chilled wines, Annika asked, "How did you two feel while you were dancing together? What were each of you thinking? Who were you dreaming about when you went into your trances?" Jasmine giggled and answered, "It was the dream you helped me make up, dancing with my boyfriend in public, the Quad, and convincing him to take me home, let me eat unda sheet, afore 'im show me him stamina and jook mi tunti long time." Annika laughed and turned to Denise who acknowledged, "It was the same dream I had whenever I danced during the Progressive Challenge, dancing for my friend, on the balcony overlooking Reach Falls." "That's all?" Annika asked, "You didn't dream about being naked, teasing your "friend," trying to convince your "friend" to take you to bed and make love to you?" Denise hissed her answer, "Yes mother. I was dreaming that I was trying to get, willing to have Will to fuck me," and whispered, "in public." Annika smiled, she only needed Denise to admit her dream. She was aware that Denise wasn't ready to recognize the ramifications of her dream, not yet anyway. Eventually, they'd cooled down, their glasses were nearly empty, and Annika signaled for the waitress to bring another round. With fresh, chilled, drinks in front of them, Annika smiled and said, "If she's still feeling uninhibited, I'm sure the lady," she nodded to Denise, "Would love for you to give her a European lap dance." Jasmine turned to Denise, grinned, and started to explain, "Here, in the V.I.P. Lounge, a European lap dance means the dancer and the customer can be nude, anything goes. It costs—" Annika cut her off, "I'm aware of the prices, here," as she handed Jasmine five fifties, "That's for two lap dances. Now, do you have any restrictions, or reservations, with regard to what you will do and what you allow in a European lap dance?" Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 11 "I have one rule. If I will let a customer penetrate me, customer must wear a rubber." Annika wondered and asked, "That seems to be a complete yet quite elegant rule. Would you explain what it entails, what it means to you?" "It's what you taught me. I am the one that is in charge. I decide, beyond club rules, what I will and will not do with a customer. During European lap dance, I get naked and let the customer fondle me, because that is what the customer is paying me to do. The customer did not pay to have me suck them off, or to let them fuck my pussy or my ass. If that is what they want, they have to ask for my permission. If I agree, they have to wear protection, except for oral sex. If they look clean, I might suck their cock without making them wear a rubber, but I decide if I swallow or spit." "Very nicely thought out and succinctly expressed. Thank you," Annika complimented Jasmine, before she asked with a laugh, "Since, other than fingers and tongues, penetration won't be an issue, would you mind giving Denise a couple of your very best European style lap dances?" Denise was initially shocked, but her mother question and Jasmine's explanation had given her an opportunity to collect herself. She had repeatedly recited her newly established mantra, "I am totally uninhibited." When she heard her mother's request, she reminded herself, "Everything I've done on this trip has turned out to be enjoyable, so why not just go along, enjoy a European lap dance from a beautiful young girl?" Annika smiled and thought, "This along with their dance on stage might be quite a show. I'll have to ask Tony to make a copy of the security video so Ken can watch it later." As soon as the next set of songs began, Jasmine straddled Denise's thighs, leaned forward, and with her full lips brushing against Denise's ear, whispered, "I am Jasmine, and for the next four songs, about twenty minutes, with few exceptions, I'm yours to do with as you wish. What do you desire?" Denise remembered the joy she felt during her experiences with Michelle and Max and told Jasmine, "Sit on the table behind you, spread your legs, and lean back on your elbows. I want to give you pleasure until you shutter in orgasmic delight." Jasmine smiled and carefully placed a chair on either side of her and Denise, used one as a step and raised up onto the table, leaned back, and spread her legs and placed each of her high heels on one of the chairs she'd placed by the table. Denise smiled and thought, "This time, in for penny, in for a pound, is a positive statement. I will enjoy my experience with Jasmine. This will, like all my previous experiences, be pleasurable." Denise stood between Jasmine's legs, leaned down, and kissed her full red lips. She slowly ran her tongue from Jasmine's lips to her chin, down her neck, and into the cleavage between her firm breasts. Annika stood and approached Jasmine and Denise, showing them her camera and asking, "May I?" Jasmine smiled and said, "Yes Ma'am," and Denise, initially horrified, quickly reminded herself, "I am uninhibited. I will enjoy my experience with Jasmine," and nodded her consent. Denise looked up and smiled at Jasmine before she suckled one than the other erect, three-quarter inch tall nipple. Jasmine smiled and wiggled her chest to show her pleasure with Denise's suckling. Denise licked Jasmine's sweat covered chest, down her abdomen where she sucked Jasmine's "outie" belly button. A few seconds later, she continued down her flat stomach, through her curly pubic patch and finally to her ultimate target, Jasmine's engorged labia, her big, swollen, and now quite visible clitoris. Denise gently nibbled and then holding it in place with her teeth, flicked the aroused nub with her tongue. Jasmine moaned and repeatedly thrust her hips up off the table. Denise responded by shoving one, then, two, and finally three fingers into Jasmine's soaked vagina. Soon, Jasmine lifted her hips off the table, held her pussy up in the air so Denise could probe it with her tongue and fingers. Within three minutes, she was shuttering with the first of her three orgasms. Jasmine lowered her butt onto the table as the music for the set's first song ended. She looked up at Denise and asked, "Would you like to see the specialty of the girls at Club Calypso XXX?" Denise nodded and Jasmine used the two chairs to step down from the table before she took a bill from her garter and told her, "Follow my instructions." The next song started and Jasmine stepped between Denise's knees before she announced, "I will tell you what you need to do. Play with my pussy, make sure it is dripping." Denise smiled, leaned forward, and followed the instructions. Jasmine, obviously distracted and frequently bending her knees and shuttering, instructed Denise, "If you want to give a dancer the house specialty, first hold a bill so the dancer you want can see it, like you did with my tip earlier. When she sees you, roll the bill like this—" Jasmine shuttered from a small orgasm, smiled, straightened, and showed Denise how she wanted her to roll the bill along its longest side so that it resembled a small cigarette. When she finished, she held the rolled bill out and instructed, "When it's rolled, put the bill between your fingers, like this." Jasmine placed the rolled bill between her extended index and middle fingers and explained, "Get the dancer's attention again and let her see the bill between your fingers, so she knows what you want." Jasmine demonstrated, raising her arm and waving, the bill clearly visible between her two outstretched fingers, before she moaned, "Oh Jessam, mi so wet. Yuh practice roll bill anedda time, zeen?" Denise, fucking Jasmine's pussy with three fingers, smiled, nodded, and answered, "Okay, I'll practice rolling the bill another time." Jasmine's knees weakened and bent as she shuttered. Quickly straightening, she stepped away from Denise's fingers, and held out the rolled bill, telling Denise, "Mi cyaan take any more. Mi too wet. Take the bill. Put it in yuh fingers like mi show you." Jasmine stepped forward, spread her legs, straddling Denise's thighs, and used two fingers to spread her labia and expose her vulva before she continued her explanation. "Squeeze your fingers, hold bill, shove fingers bill into mi cunt." Denise obeyed, reached out, slipped her fingers and the bill into Jasmine's vulva, and as Jasmine thrust her hips forward, they drove deeper into Jasmine's vagina." Jasmine rocked her hips forwards and back, so Denise's fingers and the bill, fucked her. Finally, she whimpered, "Lawd, fuck me with the bill." Denise smiled and obliged. As she pumped her fingers in and out of Jasmine's sopped vagina, she extended her thumb and pressed against Jasmine's erect and uncovered clitoris. Shuttering repeatedly, Jasmine finally straightened her knees and leaned away from Denise. Once she collected her breath, she groaned, "That is the house specialty. Spread your fingers, remove them, leave bill in cunt." Denise obey, withdrawing her two fingers, leaving the rolled up bill in Jasmine's vagina, and uninhibitedly sucking and licking Jasmine's juices from her fingers. Jasmine leaned forward, pulled Denise's head to her, and kissed her lips as she probed Denise's mouth with her tongue. Finally, she leaned to one side and again whispered, "I want make you happy like you did me." When they separated, Jasmine pulled a bill from her garter, rolled it, held it between the index and middle finger of her right hand, and looking into Denise's eyes, asked, "May I give my beautiful dancer a Club Calypso specialty tip?" Denise grinned and moaned her wish that Jasmine do so. By the time the next song started, Denise and Jasmine had changed places and Jasmine was complementing Denise on her beautiful smooth labia, "Mi want lick your pussy 'til it squirts." Jasmine had Denise set up the chairs and sit on the table just as she had done earlier. Denise spread her knees apart to give Jasmine access to her pussy. Denise slipped into the dream she used when dancing. Seeing Denise's eyes close, Jasmine did to Denise, exactly as Denise had done to her, with the same results, except Denise exploded sooner than Jasmine had. Denise lifted her hips, shuttered, and squirted her orgasmic juices onto Jasmine's lips and moaned, "Please, make love to me." When Denise used the trick Jasmine had shown her, opening her eyes in her dream and in reality, Jasmine showed her a rolled bill before she placed it between her two fingers, smiled, and attacked Denise's pussy with the rolled up bill. The music ended with Denise still thrusting her hips back and forth, forcing Jasmine's fingers, still holding the rolled up bill, to fuck her. Denise moaned, "Yes! Fuck me," as her knees bent, her hips shook, her breasts jiggled, and her body shuttered with another orgasm. Jasmine continued fucking Denise with her fingers and Denise, dreaming her lover had accepted her offer and had taken her to his bed, as she shuttered. Several orgasms later, she cried out, "Please, make love to me!" and finally as Jasmine released the bill from between her fingers and pushed it towards Denise's cervix, Denise shuttered, squirted around Jasmine's fingers, and collapsed onto the table. As Denise lay on the table in a puddle of her sweat and orgasmic juice, she moaned, "Oh Will! I love you." Jasmine looked to Annika who leaned over and whispered, "The guy she swears is just a friend." Jasmine, her fingers still inside Denise's vagina, grinned and nodded before she moved up Denise's body, kissed her lips, and whispered, "Mi love giving you sexual pleasure. When you orgasm, you sexual animal. Mi love watching you shutter when you enjoy your agony... orgasm." It took Denise several seconds to come out of her dream, at first she thought it was her lover, Will, whispering to her, but she finally managed to find herself. Trying to take control, she smiled and joked, "I think the pleasure was all mine." Annika, sensing Denise would not want to have to admit to the desires in her dreams, decided to help her by diverting everyone's attention. She showed them her camera, and announced, "I believe these pictures will show that you were both pleasured many times over." The two young girls and Annika were still laughing when the next set of songs started. ***** While the ladies enjoyed their wines, Denise turned to Annika and asked, "Mother, why don't you have Jasmine give you a European lap dance?" Annika didn't think through her thoughts before answering, "I don't have my Master's permission." "Pardon me! What did you say?" Denise stammered. "Remember what I told you? I do not have sex with anyone other than your father, unless I have his specific, prior permission," Annika explained when she caught her mistake. Denise growled at her mother, "Use your cell phone. Call and ask for his permission to enjoy this young girl's skills." Annika scowled as she informed her daughter, "That would be completely unfair, to the point of being dishonest." "What do you mean?" "How can I explain this to you?" Annika pondered as she slowly sipped her wine, finally she asked, "Okay, suppose you were dating Will?" "We're not going to date... we're just friends," Denise protested more vociferously then she intended, as her dream of dancing for Will flashed in her mind. "Don't be argumentative; just go along with me on this. After all, what I'm proposing isn't that farfetched!" Denise consented and nodded for her mother to continue. "Okay, now let's suppose that you and Will have agreed to the same arrangement that your father and I have, which I suspect you will do." "That we can have sex with other people, but only with specific, prior, permission from each other?" "Let's go with that," Annika chuckled as she continued, "And suppose your phone rang right now and it was Will wanting to have your permission to have sex with a stripper in Dallas." Denise surprised herself when she simply asked, "Although it doesn't really matter, I'd be curious, is it a male or female stripper? "Oh! Let's say a female stripper; in fact let's say it's Jasmine. Be honest with yourself and me, what would you think, how would you feel as you made your decision, what would you tell him, and how would you feel afterwards?" Denise posed the question to herself and answered her mother honestly, "The easiest part to answer is what I would tell him. I'd have to tell him to go ahead, to enjoy himself." Nodding Annika said, "I believe that is an honest answer, but it's not complete. How would you feel about it, the request, your response, and afterwards?" "I'd be displeased that he called me at the last minute. I would wonder what led to his request, what he'd been doing before he called me. I'd be angry because he didn't give me the opportunity to consider his request, a chance to talk with him about his desire regarding this person, a chance to make a rational decision. I be upset because he didn't give me an opportunity to accept and adjust to his new relationship." Denise paused before she announced, "Oh! I see! Of course. You love father and would never do that to him." "And I'm positive he would never do that to me. As you always remind me, he is a gentleman. But, there was more to my question, how would you feel afterwards?" Annika explained and then asked Denise. Denise again began to go through the scenario in her head. She was temporarily distracted with how natural it was to think about Will as her lover, partner, even husband, but she shook it off and went back to analyzing what her feelings concerning Will would be if he, at the last minute, asked for her permission to fuck Jasmine. Finally she said, "I'd resent his actions. By asking at the last minute, he demonstrated that he hadn't considered my feelings, that he just wanted me to let him fuck the sexy Jasmine without guilt. Furthermore, while I'm sure he'd really enjoy having sex with her, I'd always resent the fact that he forced me into a position where I either acquiesced to his desires or became the person that denied him the pleasure of having sex with the beautiful and sensual Jasmine. It would haunt me. I would always wonder about his motives and if he still cared for my feelings. Damn him! That would be dreadful!" "So," Annika asked, "Should I call your father and ask his permission to enjoy Jasmine skills?" "No! That would be a horrible thing to do to him," Denise gasped. "Okay, I won't. Now, why don't you two go dance together on the stage some more and when you come back, I'll ask Jasmine to do a couple of table dances for us?" Annika showed Jasmine a fan of five twenties and added, "As with the lap dance, I, or in truth my husband, will gladly pay for your time." ***** Later, as the two girls, oblivious to their nudity, danced on the stage and traded dance steps and routines, Denise talked with Jasmine about working the room and Jasmine explained the basics of working a strip club and collecting offered tips. Later, they enjoyed Jasmine's table dances, especially Denise, who played with Jasmine during her two dances, even offering and giving her another house specialty tip during her second dance. When they traded places, Jasmine reciprocated and, not bothering with a rolled up bill, simply masturbated Denise. By then, many of the other V.I.P. Lounge customers had turned or moved closer to watch the show. While Jasmine instructed Denise in the skills of table dancing, she also enjoyed making Denise repeatedly shutter in an orgasm and squirt her juices onto her thighs and the table. After they finished what they had declared to be their final glasses of wine, Annika thanked Jasmine for her time and dances, handing her a large number of folded bills. Denise hugged and kissed Jasmine before thanking her for sharing herself and reassured her that Annika would bring her the photographs that proved she'd danced with one of the girls on the Bacchanal poster. Annika asked the bartender to call for a cab to take them back to The Cliffs Hotel. Denise stepped into her halter-top dress and tied the strings loosely around her neck. They went downstairs and after Annika excused herself to go thank the club manager for looking after her and Denise, the ladies walked outside to wait for their cab. Soon they were again back at their hotel. ***** Back in their suite at the Cliffs Hotel, Annika and Denise stripped and sat on chaise lounges on the balcony of their room, sipping their wine, and enjoying the cool breeze. Annika broke the silence as she asked, "Did you enjoy your experience at the club and dancing with Jasmine?" "I loved everything this evening mother, thank you for taking me to the club and insisting that I dance and play with Jasmine. Now I think I have a much better appreciation of Will's frequently expressed love of strip clubs." "You're welcome, I'm glad you liked the club and your father will be thrilled to hear how much you enjoyed yourself." Denise's eyes widened in shock as she complained, "You're going to tell father about what I did?" Annika grinned and calmly told her still naïve daughter, "I tell your father everything. And not only am I going to tell him about, I've arranged to have a copy of the club's video sent to him so he can watch you and Jasmine dancing and playing together." "Mother!" Denise growled. "Dee-Dee, you know your father and I share everything and, if you think about it, your father's fondest wish is that you finally start enjoying your life. In fact, to that end, this trip was his suggestion and he arranged for much of the activities, including having Jasmine working in the V.I.P. room tonight. Nothing you did with Jasmine will offend or upset your father; instead it will please him greatly." "Father arranged to have Jasmine dance with me?" "Yes, he explained what he wanted to do, and asked me to select the appropriate dancer. I selected Jasmine because she met most of your father's expressed criteria. When I put together the tour itinerary, I called the club manager and asked him to arrange to have Jasmine work the V.I.P. room tonight." Denise hissed, "Father and you planned this?" Annika smiled and calmly pointed out, "We arranged it so it could happen. However, I never coerced you to do anything, with the possible exception of dancing naked on a stage. Even then, you were already naked and I simply pointed out the incongruity of your objection." Denise recalled the evening and realized her mother was correct, she'd always asked Denise if she wanted to dance or play with Jasmine. It was always her choice. Her mother never forced her to do anything. "You're correct, I apologize. You did not coerce into doing anything I didn't want to do. And again, I enjoyed having the opportunity to dance and play with Jasmine, of my own free will." "You are welcome and I am glad, as I'm confident your father is, that you enjoyed being with Jasmine. Now, if you don't mind, I have two questions for you." Denise nodded and sipped her wine as she waited to hear her mother's questions. "First, I'm curious, what is your better appreciation of Will's love of strip clubs?" After considering her response and organizing it in her head, Denise explained, "A little background might be in order. Will says his stepfather has for many years worked in, and now owns numerous clubs. Thus, Will has frequented strip clubs all of his life. He also says he worked in several clubs when he was younger, and has occasionally been a participant in club acts." When Denise paused to sip her wine and get her thoughts together, Annika asked, "That's intriguing, but what appreciation have you gained as a result of tonight's adventure?" Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 11 Remembering Will's speech, Denise smiled and answered, "Will says, after much qualification, that he believes dancers, or strippers, are among the best psychologist in the world. They have to understand the psychology of their audience when their on stage, and the desires and wants of each customer when they come to the stage to tip them or as the dancer is performing a table or lap dance. Will says that a good dancer can convince their customers that they have a chance to get the dancer to have sex with them, and then to reject them without hurting their feelings, in a way that makes them want to come back to the club and ask for a table or lap dance for that dancer." "That is intriguing, now that you've met, talked with, and learned from Jasmine, what do you think?" "I think Will understated the psychological skills a dancer must possess if she's going to be successful," Denise told her mother, and added, "And I think you have all the skills to be an excellent dancer." "Thank you for explaining Will's statement and thank you for the complement. And, as you demonstrated tonight, I think you too would be an exceptional club dancer." "Thank you mother. Now, what is your second question?" Annika sipped her wine to stall as she decided how to present her question, before finally asking, "I know during the Progressive Challenges whenever you were photographed while dancing you went in a trance, a dream, in which you saw yourself trying to entice Will to have sex with you." "To make love to me," Denise corrected without thinking. "Yes, to take you to his bed and share with you the passion of his love for you. But let me get to my question." Denise nodded and Annika continued, "I suspect, because it happened so quickly, that you went into that same dream tonight while you danced with Jasmine." "Yes, I did, but where is this heading?" "When you were laying on the table and Jasmine, having ravished you to many orgasms with her lips and tongue, was fucking you with her fingers and a rolled up bill, were you once again in your dream where you are urging Will to take you to his bedroom?" Denise, surprised by the question, sipped her wine as she regained her composure and tried to remember what she was dreaming about as Jasmine was turning her into a mindless, orgasmic slut. Finally she remember and without filtering her words, told her mother, "I was dreaming that Will was making love to me, no that was earlier, by then, in my dream, we were fucking, it was passionate, but it was fucking." Annika waited for Denise to recognize what she'd just said, before explaining, "When Jasmine was eating your pussy, and you distinctly cried out, "Please, make love to me." Were you in your dream where you are on the balcony trying to convince Will to take you to his bed?" "I still don't know where you're headed with this, but in truth, I was in a new part of my dream, a part where I've never been before, I was naked and Will was carrying me up a staircase to his bedroom," Denise confessed. Annika nodded, and trying to hide her grin, continued, "Later, as you laid back on the table while Jasmine fucked you with her fingers and the rolled bill, while you bucked your hips during an orgasm and cried out "Yes! Fuck me," were you having the same dream?" Having already confessed to her new dream about Will, Denise determined to continue being honest, and admitted, "Yes, it was the same dream. We were making love in his bed." "Making love or fucking," Annika teased. Denise thought for a second and confided, "I don't know the difference. In my dream, he was fucking me and I loved it. Or perhaps he was fucking me in my dream and I loved what Jasmine was doing to me." Annika smiled and informed her daughter, "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but let me share this with you. When, during the lap dances, you had your last orgasm and you squirted all over Jasmine's hand and face, you exclaimed loudly and distinctly, "Oh Will! I love you," before you collapsed on the table." "But... But I was just dreaming, I don't... I can't love Will, he's my friend, but I can't love him—" Denise complained in an audible whisper. Annika gave Denise a minute before explaining, "If you will remember our conversation on the catamaran this afternoon, I told you I believe your feelings towards Will may be both lust and love." Denise nodded. "I also explained that your dreams are your subconscious telling you that Will is very much like your first love, your father. And you correctly concluded that your dreams meant you unconsciously want Will to fuck you." Denise, clearly deep in thought, nodded again. Annika concluded, "This evening with Jasmine, in your dreams, your subconscious put everything together. While Jasmine used her tongue to get you off, you dreamed Will was fulfilling your request that he make love to you, and when Jasmine fucked you with her fingers and the rolled bill, you dreamed that he was fucking you." "Yes, but what does it mean, what should I do?" Laughing, Annika announced, "You should enjoy your vacation with Will." Denise thought to complain, but Annika spoke again, "Try to be aware of your feelings, and make sure Will is, in reality, the man you chat with, the man you are falling in love with. And if he is, enjoy yourself as he makes love to you and then fucks you until you pass out from orgasmic overload." "How will I know if he is the man I've been chatting with, the man I think he is?" "If you step back from your desires and emotions for a few minutes, you will see him for who he actually is. Besides, you promised that you'd introduce him to me at the beginning of your jaunt. When I meet him, I will share my opinion of him with you. Which you can accept or reject. However, I believe, from what I know about him, he is genuine." Denise sipped her wine and contemplated all that her mother had just told her before finally speaking, "So my dreams reflect my feelings, my love for Will?" "Not quite. First, your dreams reflect your desires, not your love, and second, the feelings reflected in your dreams are your lust for Will and a desire to have him love you. Those dreams are not facts. Your dreams are expressions of your desires, based on your feelings. Remember what I told you this afternoon, for the last year you've lead an extremely emotional life. You've had many new experiences and made several major changes in your life and Will was involved, either directly or indirectly in much of those experiences and changes. For those reasons alone, you should wait until you meet Will before you make any commitments as to your feelings for him. And when you meet him, stop, step back, and try to be as honest and unemotional as you can as you assess your feelings for him." Denise pondered what her mother was telling her, and wondered how everything would turn out. Then she decided to not worry about, to continue down her uninhibited path, after all, hadn't every uninhibited act to date been pleasurable? ***** After giving Denise time to sort things out, Annika changed the conversation, "Now back to our little adventure. I need to talk to you about tomorrow. The bed and breakfast where we're staying is unique and I'm sure it will pique Will's interest, as will, I dare say, the massage session. I believe that after visiting Adam's Eden and spending an afternoon with Karen and Peter, Will, will agree that you are truly a risqué Jamaican Beauty." "Now I'm intrigued," Denise laughed and raised her glass to salute her mother. "Good, now let me explain a couple of things about Adam and Hilda. First, their place is a large, operational coffee and banana plantation. The plantation has many acres of natural floral, with a beautiful waterfall and pond, well cared for trails, the main house complex, Karen and Peter's spa complex, and Adam's Eden." "Sounds idyllic," Denise thought aloud. "It is," Annika confirmed, "But you should be prepared. As a guest at Adam's Nest, Adam and Hilda expect you to respect and follow their natural way of life." "Are they naturalists?" "You're close. Actually, they're naturists." Seeing Denise's wide-eyed expression, Annika smiled and continued, "That's correct, they are nudist, and although guests are not required to participate in their way of life, they are requested to consider and respect it. However, because your father and I are their friends, I expect, even demand if necessary, that you participate fully." "Mother, what are you getting me into?" "You've got that wrong, this is about what I'm getting you out of," Annika giggled, "It won't be as bad as you're thinking. You can, and should, wear clothes while you're at the main complex, because it includes the plantation offices. You can also wear clothes on your way to and from the main complex. Otherwise, while you're staying at Adam's Eden with me, you are not to wear any clothing other than shoes and a hat." "But I thought it was a working plantation, are the workers nudists?" "Perhaps I should explain. The main complex, Adam's Eden, Peter and Karen's spa, and the natural forest are all on the north side near the top of the mountain. The coffee and banana plantations surround the property. Both the plantation and natural forest are clearly marked. There are warning signs on every trail letting you know that you are entering or leaving the plantation. By the way, if you'd like to, you could walk through the plantation without clothing, as long as you stay on the marked trails. The plantation workers are aware that they may encounter naturists and have been instructed to ignore them." "Oh mother, I won't sleep much tonight worrying about having to stay at a nudist colony," Denise complained with a slight grin and a hint of commitment in her voice. "You'll be fine. It'll be just like today at the beach, on the catamaran, and dancing in the club, but without all the other people," Annika reassured her. "I hope so," Denise thought and then remembering her promise before going on this trip with her mother, whispered, "In for a penny, in for a pound." Annika grinned and teased, "I like that. Why don't we make it the official motto of our Slut's Weekend Out?" Denise laughed and nodded her agreement. "Now let me tell you about our appointment with Karen and Peter. They have agreed to explain all of the massage experience's they offer and to give you a demonstration of any massage treatments that you might be interested in including in your Jamaican Beauties Jaunt," Annika told her daughter in a calm and soothing voice. "Are they naturists also?" "They honor the rules at Adam's Eden." "So we'll all be naked while we talk about the various forms of massages they offer and watch demonstrations?" "Yes, just like when we got our massages from Jacob." *****