Bahamian Experience

By Suelove58 ©2021

I was spending a late evening happily chatting with someone in a Literotica Chatroom discussing holiday (vacation for US readers) photographs when they sent me a link to one particular photograph which, when I followed it, caused a sharp intake of breath and memories to come flooding back.

It was a pretty tame photograph of two naked people, a man and a woman, standing side by side, but my sudden intake of breath was caused because I remembered having a similar photograph taken many years previously but it was something that I had completely forgotten about.

I was on holiday in the Bahamas with my then boyfriend who, for the purposes of this account, I will call Steve. We had an apartment in a resort a little way outside of the main town on Grand Bahama and had spent the first couple of days just settling in and relaxing by the pool. The resort itself was quite quiet, possibly only two-thirds occupied, but we were out of the school holiday period so there were no children running around.

That meant that I was more relaxed about sunbathing topless by the pool. Many of the other women holidaymakers were a good 20 years older than us and were equally comfortable with their breasts on show.

Steve would always be touching my breasts and offering to apply sun-cream at every opportunity but I did notice that when he was rubbing it into my skin his eyes would be wandering around the pool area. Every now and then I would tease him about going to offer to help some of the other women. Steve was so intimidated by mature women that I knew that was never going to happen but he would nearly always get a hard-on and have to lie down to hide it.

On about the fifth night of our holiday, having had a pleasant dinner in one of the resort's restaurants, we decided to try the nightclub within the resort for our evening's entertainment. A couple of the people we had spoken to had told us that it was small but the DJ played good dancing music.

Steve had dressed in a short-sleeved dark blue shirt and light trousers for the evening. I had slipped on a cream dress with a flower and leaves pattern providing splashes of colour. It had thin shoulder straps and buttoned all the way up the front from the hem to the bodice. The skirt part flared loosely around my legs as I walked, the hem being a good few inches above the knee but sufficiently far down my legs that I wouldn't flash my panties at all and sundry whenever I sat down or stood up.

Speaking of underwear, I had not worn a bra because the dress supported my then 34B breasts adequately and my panties were simple white lace.

We wandered into the nightclub and found ourselves a table in one of the seating areas then Steve went to the bar to get our drinks. I looked around and noticed that there were quite a few local men as well as other holidaymakers from the resort. I seemed to have attracted the attention of a few of the men and willed Steve to hurry back with the drinks. Fortunately, he arrived pretty quickly, setting two large cocktails in front of me.

We spent a little while talking about the holiday then as the alcohol took effect we decided to dance. Steve was a reasonable dancer but tended to get bored after about 15 minutes which meant that, just as I was getting really into it, he suggested we sit down again. I convinced him to stay on the floor for one more song but even my sexiest moves couldn't convince him to stay any longer than that. But he did promise to come back onto the dance floor a little later. At the time I didn't realise that our discussion had attracted the attention of another man.

I visited the ladies whilst Steve returned to the table via the bar. When I got back to the table there were another two cocktails waiting for me.

We had been sitting quietly for a few minutes and I was halfway through the first of these new cocktails when I noticed a man walking towards our table. He was looking directly at me and, when he reached our table, he introduced himself as Patrice and asked if I would like a dance.

Steve is always happy for someone else to entertain me on the dance floor so I finished the cocktail and offered Patrice my hand. As he helped me out of my seat I noticed him glance down and I realised that my dress had ridden quite a way up my thighs. I don't think I gave him a panty-flash but I admit to experiencing a little thrill about him seeing my thighs. As we were walking to the dance floor I looked back and saw one of the other local men lean in and start talking to Steve. Steve nodded and the guy joined him at the table. Afterwards we realised that Patrice had arranged for the guy to distract Steve so that he wouldn't see what went on on the dance floor.

Patrice and I danced to two or three numbers and he was a good mover. As the cocktails kicked in I sort of forgot where I was and who I was with and started making sexy moves as I would do if I was dancing with Steve.

As the fifth or sixth song ended I had my back to Patrice and was thinking about going back to the table but then I felt Patrice's hands on my hips and when he suggested we should dance a bit longer I could see no harm in it. During the next song Patrice's hands worked their way up my sides and took my arms with them. In a matter of moments my arms were raised over my head and Patrice was pressed against me.

As we moved to the music he started moving me forwards but as my eyes were almost closed I didn't notice that he was moving us to the back edge of the dancefloor, where it was quite dark. He was complimenting me on my dancing and then I felt his breath on my neck. I remember thinking something like "Oh" but his lips grazed my neck and I just shivered. He kissed from my left shoulder across the back of my neck to my right shoulder and I could feel myself reacting to him.

Without me realising it, Patrice took hold of both of my hands in one of his and keeping them above my head, his right hand reached around to the front of my neck and pulled me gently against him. I could feel his body firmly pressed against mine and, I admit, it felt good. I'm not sure that all thoughts of Steve disappeared but he definitely wasn't at the forefront of my mind.

Patrice's hand dropped down from my neck onto the front of my dress. Suddenly I felt the flesh of his fingertips against my skin and thought that he had poked his fingers between the buttons down the bodice of my dress.

It was only when his fingers moved further and brushed across my left nipple that I realised that he had loosened at least one of the buttons. He knew what he was doing though as just as I was about to "complain" he pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb and all I could do was moan.

Somehow he had kept us moving across and off the dancefloor and as we reached a wall he released my nipple but used his hand to turn my head to the side and up so that he could plant his lips gently on mine. I only briefly resisted before allowing my lips to part and his tongue teased at my mouth.

He then turned my body to face him with my back pressed to the wall. He manoeuvred my arms over his head and I was so lost in the moment I didn't think to do anything except link my fingers behind his neck to keep his mouth against mine.

Of course that meant that both of his hands could now work on me. With my hands around his neck he took the opportunity to loosen more of the buttons of my dress.

Both of his hands slipped under my dress and onto my breasts. He took hold of a breast in each hand and massaged them quite harshly, flicking my now hard nipples with his fingers. Then he started to pinch my nipples and pull them gently. Every time he pulled my nipples I would moan into his mouth. Suddenly he removed his mouth from mine, kissed my chin and then my neck. I was gasping for air as he was certainly pressing the right buttons.

I titled my head backwards to lift my chin to give his lips better access to my neck and my collar bone hoping he would continue to trail kisses across them.

His hands left my nipples alone for a few minutes and he loosened all of the buttons on my dress to expose my stomach and of course my panties. One of his hands brushed over the front of my panties and a finger nudged between my legs. I knew that the gusset of my panties was completely sodden and I instinctively parted my legs slightly.

His fingers brushed back and fore along my panties and then he pressed up and pushed my panties inside my pussy whilst his other fingers teased my labia.

I think he said something like "We need these off" and although the good Sue was saying "no" I actually said nothing. Patrice's hands rested on my hips and then he started easing my panties off my hips and down my legs. Once they were down my thighs and at my knees, I wiggled my legs slightly and my panties dropped to my feet. I must have stepped out of them but have no conscious memory of doing that.

Although I had trimmed myself to a modest bikini line apparently that wasn't sufficient for Patrice. He said something about it being a shame that I still had some pubic hair and how much more sensitive I would be if I removed all of it.

He moved back in and pressed against me. His mouth was playing a pleasure tune on my neck and one hand was back playing with my left nipple. Then his other hand brushed through my pubes and down to my pussy again. I was desperate for his touch again and moved my legs apart to give his fingers access.

He had no hesitation in rubbing his fingers over my now exposed sex. I didn't know exactly what he was doing but I could feel his fingers at my entrance and then his thumb moved onto my clit. The light pressure he applied caused my legs to flex and as I moaned again in pleasure his fingers slipped inside me. Initially he just filled my opening with his fingers and played with my clit with his thumb. He was edging me very close to an orgasm and I was getting desperate.

I think I pleaded with him to make me cum and he responded my removing his fingers from my pussy, causing me to moan with frustration. He said something about both of us enjoying ourselves then he inserted his fingers again and started moving them in and out continually using his thumb to play with my clit. He then moved his fingers around inside me and my orgasm rolled over me. My legs went weak as I gasped for air as Patrice continued to play with me. Eventually I couldn't take any more and pleaded with him to stop.

It was a relief when he did and I just rested against the wall attempting to get my breath back. When I recovered and took in my surroundings Patrice was standing in front of me looking me up and down with a smile on his face. I was mortified at my exposure and started to fasten the buttons of my dress. Patrice said something then reached out and took my hands and pressed them against the front of his trousers. I could feel his cock and he seemed to be quite well endowed. I had suspected as much from his pressing against me during our dancing but touching it, even though through his trousers, made it seem more real.

My brain suddenly clicked and I realised that he would be expecting me to return the compliment but I wasn't completely comfortable doing more in the darkened area of the resort night club. I played up to him a little, thanking and complimenting him, and I told him that I needed to get my breath and freshen up in the ladies.

He stepped away from me and said that he understood but I was to hurry back. I went to the ladies where I took some time to tidy myself up and gather my thoughts. As I came to my senses I started worrying about going back to Patrice. Although I was interested in seeing his cock and feeling it "in the flesh", I suspected that he wouldn't be satisfied with just a handjob. I knew I wouldn't be able to do much for him with my mouth and the thought of going further, especially in the darkened area of the resort nightclub, was scary. Then I suddenly remembered Steve. I decided there and then I needed to find a way to get back to Steve without encountering Patrice.

I heard some other women enter the ladies and realised that there was a second exit to the room. I opened the door and couldn't believe my luck when I realised that I would be able to get back to Steve without going past the area of the dance floor where I had been with Patrice. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to remove the "just-orgasmed" look then almost ran to our table.

When I got to the table Steve was on his own. I told him we needed to leave and although slightly puzzled he didn't question me. I dragged him out of the club and we made our way back to our apartment. I didn't really answer any of his questions about how the dancing went and what was going on. On the way down the hall to our apartment I loosened the buttons of my dress and when we reached our door I shook my shoulders and my dress dropped to the floor. I turned to Steve and the expression on his face was priceless. I had to urge him to "snap out of it" and open our door before someone else appeared. Once we were inside I danced naked for him and stripped him of his clothes. Once he was naked he was erect and I couldn't help but momentarily remember the feel of Patrice's cock through his trousers.

I made Steve lie back on the bed and proceeded to excise my guilt by concentrating on his pleasure until he fell asleep.

The next morning we discussed the night in the club. I didn't completely admit what had happened with Patrice but did confess that the dancing had aroused me. I told Steve that my panties had gotten too damp and uncomfortable so I had left them in the ladies before I dragged him out of the night club. It was then that Steve told me that the man I had seen him talking to was a friend of Patrice and they had been discussing the local golf club -- one of Steve's interests back home. They had discussed Steve joining him for a round of golf but Steve had put him off by saying that we had a few trips arranged and also planned to spend the remainder of our time by the pool or on the beach. Patrice's friend had then suggested a couple of local sandy beaches that he thought we might enjoy before leaving Steve at the table.

Once on his own, Steve had gotten up from the table and walked around the club but couldn't see Patrice and me anywhere. He had been back at the table for five minutes or so before I turned up and dragged him back to the apartment.

The next few days passed in a blur of touristy things, more poolside mutual teasing and some fun holiday sex. I even asked Steve to "help me" remove my bikini line pubic hair so that I could wear a very skimpy bikini I had bought on one of our days out "touristing". I couldn't help but remember Patrice's comment as Steve and I both spent some time feeling and moisturising my new smooth skin. He was right. It certainly did feel more sensitive.

One day in the second week, as we were eating breakfast, Steve suggested we visit a beach that day and I was happy to agree. While I finished getting dressed I left it up to him to identify the beach and organise transport. I dressed in my new skimpy bikini, covering it with a loose top and wrap skirt so that I wouldn't offend anyone's sensibilities on our journey to the beach.

When we arrived at the beach we were pleasantly surprised at how quiet and sparsely populated it was. We settled down in a position a good 10 minutes walk from the beach bar. I removed my top and wrap skirt to a wolf-whistle from Steve. It was the first time he'd seen me in my new bikini and he wasted no time in encouraging to also remove my bikini top so that he could rub sun-cream into my breasts. He even slipped his hand into my bikini bottoms to stroke my now smooth mons so I reminded him we were on a public beach and he needed to behave himself.

Of course he now had his standard erection which he felt we should address by wandering into the trees at the top of the beach for some personal time. I convinced him we should wait as I just wanted to relax and read for a while.

I must have dozed off briefly because I realised that I had only heard part of what Steve had said so I asked him to repeat himself and he told me that he was going to get some drinks from the beach bar. I told him "OK" and settled back down with my eyes closed, enjoying the quiet time on my own.

It only seemed a couple of minutes when he settled down next to me. I commented that he had been very quick and was taken aback when the voice which replied was not Steve.

I opened my eyes to find myself looking up at Patrice of all people. I was somewhat non-plussed by his sudden appearance and worried about how he would be, given my running away from him in the night club.

His eyes were scanning up and down my body and I could tell that he liked how my tan had developed. I seemed to be frozen in place and didn't even consider trying to cover my breasts. Partially I was thrilled by the obvious desire with which he was looking at me but I was also aware that he had exposed me in the night club so he wasn't seeing anything more than he had seen then. Except it was now in bright sunshine of course. Then his eyes seemed to settle on my bikini bottoms.

He commented that they were much smaller than the panties I had been wearing the other night and said "I wonder ...".

He slowly reached out his arm and his hand rested on my stomach. I breathed in deeply and trembled slightly at his touch. There was something about this man which overwhelmed me. His hand edged downwards very slowly until his fingers reached my bikini bottoms. I was biting my lip in anticipation of what would happen, willing him to investigate further.

Sure enough, his fingers slid under my bikini and edged downwards. They reached my smooth mons and then stopped.

Patrice chuckled to himself and then said something like "Good girl. But I need to see it properly."

I quietly protested that we were on a public beach but he pointed out that there was no-one nearby who would be able to see anything. He also said that provided we didn't do anything too obvious then he doubted anyone would take any notice. Although I wasn't sure how much I believed him I found myself nodding and lifting my hips off my towel as Patrice again chuckled and then took hold of my bikini bottoms and slid them down and off my legs.

My heart was beating quickly as I initially placed my feet flat on the ground so that my knees were bent but pressed together. Patrice rested his hand on my knees and pressed gently, encouraging me to rest my legs straight on the sand. Once both of my legs were flat he worked his hand between my thighs and gently nudged my legs apart. I was like a puppet, being manipulated by this large but authoritative and seemingly very patient man.

Once he was satisfied with how far apart my legs were, his hand rested on my left thigh. He started gently stroking up and down the inside of my thigh. He would edge slightly higher with each upstroke until his finger just touched the sensitive area at the top of my legs. By now I was desperate for him to touch my pussy but, by lying as still as possible, I was trying to not betray that desire.

As soon as his finger touched my labia I moaned, moved my right leg so that my right foot was flat on the sand and then allowed my right knee to fall outwards. This opened my pussy to Patrice's touch. He continued to play with my labia, spreading my moisture around and also pressing on my clit.

As I moaned again Patrice commented that we ought to move to a more private area and that there was somewhere nearby. I was hesitant, telling Patrice that I didn't think that was a good idea. Ignoring my hesitation, Patrice stood up then leaned down and took my hand in his. He encouraged me to stand and I found myself getting to my feet. I dropped my free hand down to cover my mons while Patrice's smile grew wider. He stood there looking at my body and I felt myself blushing.