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.

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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."