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  She was as light as the wind as he carried her into the bedroom. When they reached the bed, he turned her around and bent her forward over the double king-size mattress. Carin’s red plaid skirt hiked up the back of her thighs, a view that only sharpened Justin’s resolve.

  He hooked a forefinger under her damp thong and tugged it to the side while unzipping his trousers with his free hand. Carin looked over her shoulder and broke their silence.

  “You really like my outfit, baby?”

  “Love it!”

  Justin held his hard cock in his hand and maneuvered the swollen mushroom tip up and down her salivating slit. His gyrating hips generated more lubrication between her legs and he buried himself to the hilt, making Carin’s eyes brighten even more and her face bloom. It was as if Justin was the sun and she the unfolding rose.

  “I’ve missed you,” she squeaked.

  “I’ve thought of you nonstop,” he replied. “I… I…”

  His thrusts grew more fervent and his words became harder to annunciate, until they fell away altogether. He held her tiny hips tightly from behind and bucked urgently. Dipping a hand between her legs, he found her turgid clit. He loved how erect she was whenever he touched her there.

  He continued plowing into her while rubbing tight circles over her slippery nugget. Having waited four days for Justin’s attention, she responded immediately to his touch and moaned aloud. Her excitement was raw and uncomplicated and she widened her stance to give his hand more access. Soon she was calling his name between ragged, hyperventilating breaths. She clutched the bedspread in her fists and bucked against him, prompting Justin’s orgasm to rush to meet hers. He held himself up as long as he could by bracing his free hand on her back, but his knees buckled and he crashed down on top of her.

  For a long while, they lay spent on the bed, Carin curled in his arms. Still in her schoolgirl outfit, she loosened a pull string that kept the skirt cinched but Justin took hold of her hand.

  “Leave it on, honey,” he said breathily into her ear. “I love seeing you in it. Especially when you bent over and your skirt rode up.”

  She let go of the string and pulled his arms tighter around her. A self-satisfied smile blossomed on her face.

  “I knew you’d like that view, baby,” she said.

  * * * * *

  Toward the middle of August, several weeks before Carin’s school year was to begin, she suggested they take a longer vacation together. It was no secret that Justin’s work schedule—still not cut to her satisfaction—coupled with her loneliness and concerns about Kyle, had kept her stressed for most of the summer. She thought a week on a Caribbean beach would do them both good. Justin agreed and asked her to find a spot. She spent days searching the internet and eventually settled on a five-star resort on St. John.

  Justin was excited for the trip. He even told Carin that it might give them time to map out their future. But as it turned out, St. John would provide a setting to live their present more than talk of their future.

  Justin was committed to Carin, but having been a lifelong bachelor, he still struggled with the concept of being tied down. There was no other woman he cared to be with and it wasn’t that he missed his freedom, per se. It was more the idea of not having freedom that troubled him. Still, he did his best to foster a sense of stability in their relationship. Since Newport, for instance, he had attempted to put their fantasy life on a shelf. While the scenarios he conjured up excited them both, he knew that to dwell on them or rely solely on them for his sexual gratification would not be healthy. As well, he’d become concerned about exposing Carin to too much. He liked her consumed by him but he did not want her consumed by sex for sex’s sake. He had mixed feelings when thinking she might go however far he wanted. If the scenarios that most excited him became realities, the aftermath might not be conducive to the long-term connection he and Carin were working toward.

  Therefore, after Newport, Justin focused more on the reality of their one-on-one love than the many fantasy-driven scenarios they’d enjoyed. But when Carin brought up the idea of a Caribbean trip, Justin saw an opportunity to take the fantasy off the shelf. During the days leading to their departure, he let his imagination run wild. He bought Carin lots of cute outfits, while also asking her to pack the yellow bikini she’d worn in the Newport Jacuzzi.

  They held hands in the limo on their way to the airport, excited about being away together. It had been several years since Justin had taken a real vacation but he was slowly warming to the idea of working less and being away from the office.

  Before reaching the airport, he confessed to Carin that he’d been thinking of the sports bar incident and the Newport trip…of seeing Carin with her bra off as she answered sexy questions from the sandy-haired guy…of watching her excitement in the car in front of the trucker on their way to Newport. He said he couldn’t help letting those things excite him.

  “Being far from home might be the perfect time for us to play again,” he ventured.

  At Justin’s statement, Carin glanced away. She looked out her side window and bit her lip while rubbing the little bump on her nose. Watching the world fly by, she wondered what Justin really wanted and searched for words she thought he’d like to hear.

  Finally she turned back. Holding his hand firmly, she said, “Being far away might help me go along with some of the ideas you have for us.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The resort Carin picked could not have been more luxurious or more secluded. Everything about Caneel Bay spoke of refinement, romance and relaxation. It was the opposite of the typical Caribbean high-rise catering to the masses, and Carin was happy with her decision to book it over the many other hotels at which she had looked.

  Situated on its own peninsula, the resort’s scores of individual bungalows were sprinkled among one hundred and fifty acres of seagrass trees, coconut palms, prickly cactus blossoms and flowering hibiscus plants. Each bungalow blended into the landscape and was decorated with natural woods, native stone, handcrafted furniture and richly woven fabrics. The resort was purposefully absent of modern glitz, digital distractions and the furious pace that Carin was so anxious for Justin to leave behind. While many of the bungalows were within steps of the resort’s secluded, white sand beaches, Carin had secured cottage #7—the most oversized and luxurious of all the accommodations—perched high above the shoreline. With its huge balcony overlooking the Caribbean Sea, it was more than Carin could have hoped for.

  * * * * *

  The morning after they arrived, Carin was sprawled in the bathroom’s claw-foot tub, warm water filled to her neck. Justin had set out for a run, giving her time for a relaxing soak. Upon his return, they’d go to the beach.

  Her head rested on an Egyptian cotton towel rolled and balanced on the porcelain ledge behind her. Her right foot was propped up on a gold-plated faucet handle. For several minutes, she didn’t move a muscle while studying her pedicure. Finally, after deciding she liked the lilac shade she’d picked, she looked over to the fancily curled bathroom doorknob, on which hung a pretty La Perla bra she had worn the night before. Justin had surprised her with several pieces of lingerie in the days leading to the trip, and she loved them all. The bra was delicate and elegant and, like all the clothes Justin had bought for her, made her feel feminine and sexy. It also had a big effect on Justin.

  Carin reached for a bottle of lavender bath oil she had placed on the rim of the tub along with a bar of rose-scented soap, a bottle of lavender shampoo, hair conditioner, baby oil and a razor. She unscrewed the cap of the bath oil and poured a generous dollop into the water, swishing it around with her hand. Replacing the cap, she rested her head against the towel and slid deeper into the warm water. The aroma of the bath oil seeped into her nostrils. She felt marvelously relaxed and alive at the same time, thankful to be on vacation in this dreamy paradise with her thoughtful man.

  She picked up the bar of soap and brought it to her nose, inhaling the rose petal fragrance b
efore dipping the bar into the water. She glided the soap over her breasts and along her rib cage to her tummy, then down farther until it massaged the contours of her thighs. She leaned forward and ran the bar of soap down her leg to her foot resting on the faucet handle. She dipped the leg into the warm water, rinsing off the residue.

  After washing and dipping her other leg, she leaned back and skimmed the bar back up her body, slithering it past her hipbones and abdomen, up her torso and between her breasts. She soaped her chest leisurely and thoroughly, letting her excitement build before submerging her breasts in the water and watching the suds dissipate.

  She arched her back, her breasts emerging again from the water’s depths. She rubbed the bar of soap over each of them languidly. Feeling her excitement build, she sat up and, with chin tucked to chest, slid the perfumed bar between her heavy breasts while looking at the suds accumulating on them.

  The weight of her left breast rested in her left hand as her right hand ran the bar in a circular fashion over her nipple. When she could stand it no more, she moved to the other breast and did the same to the other nipple. She was exhilarated, looking down at herself, playing with her big, soapy boobs alone in the quiet tub.

  Masturbation had been almost unknown to Carin before meeting Justin. After he’d persuaded her to have phone sex with him, she became more familiar with it. But it was always Justin who suggested when she should do it and he who created exciting visuals for her. Over time—when she was alone and missing him—she began to feel more comfortable working from her own timetable and tapping into her own visualizations, which always centered around past experiences with Justin or things he teased her about.

  Carin put the soap on the dish at the corner of the tub and slid back into the water. She positioned her head on the rolled-up towel and moved one hand down between her legs. After so many nights spent alone during Justin’s business trips, her pussy had become a familiar place for her fingers to visit.

  It was warm in the tub, actually too warm, so Carin pushed down the drain lever with her foot, letting the bathwater slowly escape. As the water swirled away, she lay there rubbing herself while listening for Justin’s keycard in the lock. He wouldn’t mind what she was doing but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be discovered doing something he hadn’t asked for. She knew it was silly to think this way but she was his puppet and wanted him always to have the feeling of being her puppeteer. But he was not with her now and she was in need, so she kept working herself up with the intention to stop before coming.

  Carin had learned over the previous months that she could play with herself for a long while and hold off her climax, sometimes for a half hour or more. She’d work herself up to a heightened state, and then when feeling close, she’d slow her fingers and ride the crest or remove them altogether if too close. She’d wait for her excitement to subside and then begin the process again. If Justin was due home from work, she’d end her session without coming, essentially priming the pump for him. But if he were out of town, her slow dawdling would eventually lead to some of her most intense orgasms.

  Now, as her mind flashed from one exciting experience with Justin to another, she felt herself climbing toward the crest. She thought of the time she first swallowed for him on his birthday and of making love anally after his colleague’s St. Patrick’s Day party. She recounted her weeklong deep-throat classes. When remembering being brought to orgasm in Justin’s car as the trucker looked on, she removed her hand quickly and concentrated on her painted toenails, contemplating as intently as she could the many color choices she had considered before deciding on lilac.

  After fighting off her orgasm, she was thankful she hadn’t spilled over the crest. She wouldn’t have wanted to waste her sexual energy or have any of it taken away from Justin. She wanted Justin to have everything she had to offer.

  The water had drained from the tub by now. Carin’s left leg was perched along the rim of the tub while the right was hooked over the other side. She lay back, her head against the towel, her pussy yawning in the empty tub. She was in one of her very heightened states. She squirted warm baby oil onto her tummy and rubbed it in with her hands. She knew that touching her pussy would make her come so she lubed her legs with baby oil and began shaving. After finishing both legs, she shaved her underarms. By the time she was done with those, she felt safe enough to start on the faint stubble surrounding her pussy lips. She tidied up the runway strip she’d let grow after being bald in Newport. She cut in with the razor on both sides, making the strip thinner. With less hair, her pussy became more visible, and so she continued. Within a few minutes she had shaved away all the hair. She knew Justin liked her this way, with everything in plain sight, and she couldn’t wait to surprise him with her updated look.

  Putting down the razor, she felt calm enough to touch again. She hooked her leg back over the sidewall of the tub and tucked her chin to her chest to watch her fingers play with her very visible clit. When sufficiently worked up, she picked up the bottle of hair conditioner from the rim and held it over her. She was no longer thinking about Justin’s keycard in the lock. She was thinking of Justin’s fantasies, of what he might like from her. She spurted five or six long lines of the white, gooey liquid onto her tummy and over her breasts.

  She continued looking down at herself, one hand holding the bottle over her, the other busy at her pussy. She squeezed the bottle again and a second load hit her breasts, this one even bigger than the first. Her breathing became labored and she let her mind wander. Lowering the plastic bottle over her thighs, she pumped it several times, watching spurt after spurt splatter her thighs and drip off her rotating fingers. Quite suddenly, she pulled her hand away and squeezed her legs together as tight as she could, thinking of anything and everything but sex.

  By the time Justin came back to the room, Carin had showered off the conditioner, lotioned her body again with baby oil and put on her yellow string bikini. She had done well in fighting off her orgasm but knew she couldn’t last long. Justin took one look at her and smiled.

  “What’s up, baby?” he said.

  “I’m ready for the beach…or whatever,” she purred.

  “I’m ready for the beach too. But I’ve been thinking…”

  He went to the dresser and from the top drawer picked one of the bra and thong sets he’d bought for the trip. Like the lingerie she wore the night before, this set was also from La Perla. The two-toned bra was made of silk and lace. Embroidered pink flowers embellished the bra’s black, tulle-edged push-up cups, and the matching G-string shared the same flower pattern and tulle. It was the most exquisite lingerie Carin had ever seen. She watched Justin carry it to the hanging closet where he picked out one of her cute sundresses.

  Returning to Carin, he handed her all three garments.

  “Put these on, lovey,” he said. “Instead of the suit.”

  "I thought we were going to the beach?”

  “We are.”

  As Justin went into the bathroom for a quick shower, she took off her bikini and looked at her naked form in the wall mirror. She was painfully erect up top and her hairless pussy lips glistened in the mirror’s reflection. Her heart flapped in her rib cage like a Caribbean hummingbird.

  She put on the bra and G-string and looked into the mirror again. Staring back was a woman in need of sex. Her areolas peeked through the tulle like crescent moons shining through wispy clouds, and the G-string clung to her as a child’s hand clings to a parent’s in strange, new environments.

  By the time Justin came out of the bathroom, Carin had wiggled into the sundress. He kissed her without saying a word and held her hand tightly while leading her from the room.

  * * * * *

  Carin clutched Justin’s hand as they walked the broad-planked pathway down toward the water. A canopy of seagrove trees shaded them and the lush vegetation precluded a view of the sea. As they approached, sounds from the beach became more prevalent. The air was quite warm and laced with the scent of
bougainvillea, and a lone hummingbird nosed its way into the cup of a cactus flower as they passed. By the time the pathway ended, Justin’s fingers had to be throbbing from Carin’s clenching.

  They stopped at the crown of the beach and Justin glanced at her. Carin rubbed her nose while surveying what lay before them. With most of the resort bungalows hidden among the vegetation, the place had seemed almost deserted, so she was surprised to see at least fifty people lying on towels and lounge chairs, or laughing in the waves. Carin took them all in, fairly certain her boyfriend would soon ask her to expose herself in the most beautiful lingerie she’d ever worn.

  Carin was nervous but that didn’t stop her nipples from protruding shamelessly through her sundress. After gnawing on her lip awhile, her mouth worked itself into a coquettish pout.

  “Where to, baby?” she asked.

  The beach was less crowded forty or so yards down on either side. To the far left, several couples relaxed on towels and a few people bobbed in the translucent blue waves. To the distant right, two guys threw a Frisbee.

  “Let’s head this way,” Justin said, nodding right and pulling Carin by the hand.

  He carried their beach bag as they tramped through the fine white sand. It was eleven in the morning and the sand was hot enough to feel warm through their sandals. They walked the full length of the resort’s beach, not stopping until they’d gone many steps past the farther of the two Frisbee players. Justin dropped their gear.

  “Are you sure?” Carin questioned. “You don’t want to go a little farther?”

  “No. This looks good,” Justin said, kneeling on one towel while spreading the other.

  Carin stood still while looking at the Frisbee players. She guessed they were in their early twenties. The one closest to her was tall, tanned and very good-looking. His blond hair was in a ponytail ending a third of the way down his back, tied with a leather shoestring. He wore long swimming trunks slung low on his hips and nothing else. When he twisted sideways to throw the disc, his oblique muscles rippled and Carin turned away from him.