Jamaica Heat: Double Trouble

The humid Jamaican air clung to me, thick and heavy, as I watched Patty emerge from the convention hotel pool, a vision in barely-there pink shorts and a tiny halter top that strained against her ample breasts. It was a deliberate display, a blatant invitation, and I reveled in the attention she garnered. Kyle and Tara, fresh off their initial discovery, were already eyeing her with undisguised lust, their champagne glasses clinking a silent toast to the spectacle. This was exactly what I’d envisioned, a slow burn of mutual arousal, a shared indulgence in the forbidden pleasure of public exhibitionism.

“So, what’s your plan for tomorrow, my creamy little slut,” I asked Patty as she returned to bed after a well-needed shower, the scent of coconut oil and sweat clinging to her skin. Only ten minutes before, she’d wiped loads of my cum all over her face and melons, and I helped with anything she missed. The residue turned white and flaky, necessitating a good scrub. The thought of her hands lingering on my cock, exploring every inch of its sensitivity, sent shivers down my spine.

“I think we should invite Kyle and Tara for a drink late tomorrow in the adult jacuzzi,” she said, her voice laced with a playful challenge. “From what you told me, they might enjoy a little display between husband and wife. I made it clear that we don’t spouse swap or anything like that, but maybe we’ll inspire some hot action between them later.” Her sultry smile said that she liked thinking about that, and a wicked glint sparkled in her eyes. The idea of their own desires ignited by our performance, of their inhibitions crumbling under the weight of our shared abandon, was intensely arousing.

The arrangements were made at lunch, and that evening, we went down to a light outdoor buffet for dinner. The cool breezes washed every pore on our bodies as we relaxed and enjoyed each other. Patty had on a pair of very short pink shorts and a small halter top that tried but failed to contain her breasts. They nearly fell out every time she reached for something on our table, and each accidental exposure was a tiny, delicious transgression. She commanded attention, and I couldn’t help but notice that she moved things back and forth just for display, a blatant invitation to her own pleasure and the pleasure of those around us.

“I don’t see Kyle and Tara anywhere,” Patty said. “Maybe they’re in their room, “taming the beast” in anticipation of our get-together.” Her sultry smile said that she liked thinking about that. “I hope they’re still horny when we show them how hot we are together.” The anticipation hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension between our desires and the unknown pleasure that awaited us.

It was still an hour before we were supposed to meet the other couple, so we went back to our room. Patty had me eat her to max creaminess and asked me to work her nipples harder than ever—”till they are able to poke your eyes out,” she said with a naughty laugh. The thought of her lips tracing the sensitive skin of my nipples, drawing out moans of pleasure, was a potent stimulus. I obliged, plunging my hand deep into her flesh, feeling the heat radiate from her body as my own arousal intensified. She responded with gasps and shivers, her body convulsing in anticipation.

So, I did as I was told, and she got my cock hard as a rock by executing one of her famous blowjobs. She stopped short of my cumming but promised she would make it up to me. “Now put on that tiny Speedo suit I got you. I want everyone to see your unbelievable package on the way. And when we get to the tub, Tara will see how lucky I am to be married to a stud like you.” The thought of her eyes widening in disbelief as she took in the sight of my exposed member, encased in a miniature Speedo, filled me with a surge of perverse delight.

Patty wore the same tiny bikini that only covered her areoles and clearly showed her that her pubic area was waxed. To say she looked hot is a terrible understatement. As we approached the tub, I stole a glance at her from behind. Her suit bottom was completely hidden between her ass cheeks! Kyle and Tara were waiting for us. Their eyes, behind their champagne glasses, were fixed on us as they soaked in the bubbles.

“Hi, guys,” Patty greeted them. Her words felt like a challenge, a declaration of dominance in this shared space of lust and abandon.

I took a step down to enter the tub, and as I did, my still-stiff cock shifted slightly and formed a mini-tent under my Speedo. The sight of my member, partially exposed, seemed to send a jolt of electricity through the air.

“Honey, you’re hanging out again,” Patty said as she dropped her towel. Her voice was a low purr, laced with both amusement and desire.

“No, he’sfinethe way he is,” Tara said with a smile, and Patty chuckled while I readjusted under the water. The playful banter between them, the shared understanding of the situation, added another layer of excitement to the scene.

When Patty settled into the tub, her top drifted with the force of the water jets, and both tits were totally exposed for a few seconds as she made a half-hearted effort to cover herself. I thought Kyle’s eyes would pop out of their sockets. The air crackled with unspoken lust, a collective awareness of the raw desire that permeated the room.

After soaking and chatting for a while, Patty leaned forward with her eyes closed. “Ah, this warm water is so intense. Honey, rub my back, please?” Her request was both a plea for physical intimacy and a further invitation to indulge in our shared fantasies.

As I stood, my hands found their way to her smooth back, tracing the curves of her spine, feeling the heat radiating from her body. The water swirled around us, creating a sensual dance of movement and sensation.

“Now my chest, please,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. The anticipation built, a crescendo of pleasure waiting to be unleashed.

My hands moved swiftly, exploring the delicate landscape of her breasts, teasing her areoles, drawing out moans of ecstasy. The rhythmic pressure, the gentle caress, was a symphony of sensation. “Hope you two aren’t offended by this,” I said, my voice husky with arousal, as she gripped my arm, pulling me closer.

“Are you kidding?” Tara said, “Kyle is about to massage me, too. Right, honey?”

Needing no further prompting, Kyle stood and Tara removed his suit to free a decent-size cock. I guess it felt pretty safe to do so because the water came to just below his hips and Tara’s head blocked the line of sight from the entry gate. Without even a glance around, Tara began sucking her husband, her face just above the surface. Kyle took her arm and pulled her toward him in time with his thrusts.

“Oh, my, here I cum,” he declared. “Be sure to swallow it all; thisisa public tub!” The sheer audacity of the situation, the public display of their lustful encounter, was exhilarating.

With a small cough, Tara freed his spent cock and handed him his shorts. “Very nice, big boy,” she said.

Patty’s next words were a surprise to everyone, including me. “Sorry, but we better get going. Jimmy and I have an early day tomorrow,” she declared. The abruptness of her departure, the sudden shift in atmosphere, felt like a betrayal, but also a release.

Kyle and Tara were startled. “You sure?” Tara said, “We were going to have you stop by our suite for a nightcap; you really have to go?”

Patty answered as she pulled her top back into place. “You said it yourself, sweetie. This body requires a lot of attention, and now is the time.” When we were both out of the tub, she surreptitiously slipped a finger inside her covered pussy to scoop out some fresh cream and brought it to my lips.

Here’s a little taste of what’s to cum, my love,” she said as Tara and Kyle watched. Then turning to them, she said, “Maybe we’ll see you two in the morning?” The finality of her words, the complete abandonment of the moment, left me reeling, but also strangely satisfied. The shared experience, the unleashed lust, had been a potent cocktail of pleasure and transgression.

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