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.

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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."

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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.

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