Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 04

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Just as Will had hoped, Denise spent the rest of the week reminiscing about her Villa Ronai experience. She constantly recalled how she enjoyed the attention Harold gave her. The fun she had dancing topless for and with both Harold and Andrew. How beautiful the two men made her feel. She giggled whenever she remembered her little display in front of Harold's tour group and how happy she was afterwards.

To her surprise, she never reproached herself for dancing and posing topless with the two men. In fact, when she was truthful, she was happy, excited, and proud that she had done it. After all, it was her objective to prove to Will, her mother, and everyone else, that she had changed and was no longer a prude. She was still a proper and genteel lady, but she was no longer a prim and inhibited woman.

Later in the week, her thoughts focused on having to expose herself to everyone in the Jambalaya Bar while Andrew took photographs. Surprisingly, she found she was looking forward to the experience. If the bar patrons appreciated her dancing and exposure half as much as Andrew and Harold had, she knew she would be pleased.

Thursday morning, just as she had every morning that week, she awoke from a sensual dream. Her dreams all involved her dancing naked, some in a public place, some on a dance floor. Sometimes she dreamed she danced before a large crowd, others before a couple of male friends, but most often, she dreamed she was dancing for Will. What she didn't understand was why Will was so pervasive in her dreams and what most concerned her was that in those dreams that included Will, she was always trying to convince him to have sex with her.

She knew that would not happen if they ever met. Instead, he would be the one trying to talk her into having sex with him. Ignoring or forgetting her experience with Lars, she still believed she would never consider asking a man, a man she didn't really know, to have sex with her.

As Denise finished her second cuppa, she remembered chatting with Will about her prurient dreams and lascivious thoughts. He reminded her that he had explained that had been his primary goal with the seven progressive challenges.

"Remember Denise, that's why I don't want you to do more than one challenge a week. I've always wanted you to take time between the challenges to appreciate what you've already accomplished and to contemplate what you will need to do to complete the upcoming challenges. However, I can't force you to wait. The society rarely permits timeframes for executing or completing challenges, other than their overall limit of one year to complete all seven challenges."

Will continued to push his point, "I believe you will benefit far more from the challenges if you take the time to appreciate your accomplishments in the previous challenge and to work on overcoming your fears and inhibitions as you prepare for the next one. I want you to enjoy the journey toward accomplishing each new challenge as much as you relish the satisfaction of having completed the previous ones. I want you to continue to take the time to learn more about yourself, your feelings, your desires, your fears, and your goals. That is the real purpose of the challenges I'm offering you."

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Jambalaya Bar

Denise knew she was ready to accomplish Will's latest challenge; she was fully resolved to prove to him and her mother that she was no longer a prude. Thursday afternoon after work and her workout, she returned to her apartment and immediately prepared for the challenge.

She first showered, trimmed, and shaved as much hair from her pubic area and labia as she dared, which was far more than she had the evening her mother convinced her to take the challenge and to do what she had to in order to accomplish it. As she shaved, she told herself, "If I'm going to shave my quim in order to prove I'm not wearing panties, then I'm going to do it right, I'm going to make sure it's clearly visible in the photographs."

To prove to herself that she would do what she had to, she remained naked as she dried and brushed her hair and put on her makeup. So that she'd be accustomed to being naked, Denise decided not to dress until just before she had to leave.

Then, to calm her nerves and strengthen her resolve, she poured herself a glass of wine, sat in her easy chair and tried to remember all the advice her mother and Will had given her about why it was important for her to complete all seven challenges. Soon, the time arrived for her to begin her fourth challenge. She quickly donned the four pieces of clothing that made up her challenge outfit. Certain that Will would not want her to revert to a previous level of modesty she did not bother with the top three buttons of her blouse and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt.

Remembering that the drive to her apartment the week before, after drinking too much at the Jambalaya Bar, was something she would rather not have to do again; Denise had decided she would walk the four blocks to the bar. Stepping out of the entrance to her apartment building, she was surprised at the number of people still on the street and it concerned her that most of them were middle-aged men. Once again, following her mother's advice on getting through a crowd of people, Denise thrust out her chest, and walked proud, carefully, but deliberately and with purpose.

As she walked, she noticed that her mother's advice didn't include what to do about her big, unconstrained, clearly visible breasts, which bounced and swayed with every step. At that moment, she heard her mother's voice in the back of her head telling her with a laugh, "Just loosen up, quit acting like a prude, enjoy the bounty God and my genes have given you."

She easily and quickly made her way through the crowd of middle-aged men who all seemed to stop working or talking and opened a path allowing her to pass. The only comment she overheard was a younger man telling another, "Bredda look dat cris t'ing." She smiled as she continued walking, but with more sway in her hips, knowing he'd called to a co-worker saying, "Brother, look at that good looking woman." On the next block, she walked past a group of teenage boys who simply stared in obvious awe, and the only comment she heard was a loud and clear "Jeezam, 'im cris." Denise again smiled, realizing one of the boys had complimented her looks, exclaiming, "Gosh, she's nice," and that knowledge further thrilled and titillated her.

Crossing the street onto a block full of women who were obviously shopping, Denise was once again pleased with how well her mother's advice worked. She made a mental note to tell her mother about the efficaciousness of her oft-repeated advice. As she approached the first crowd of women, a few older women whispered their objections to Denise's public exposure but most of the other ladies simply smiled and stared as they shuffled out of her way.

Denise was sweating when she crossed the last street before the block where the Jambalaya Bar was located. There were a few older men on the block and they simply smiled and stared as she walked toward them. When she neared a group of five elderly men, those with hats removed them, and the apparent leader of the group greeted her with a "G'day mi lady." Denise smiled broadly and acknowledged him directly with a nod of her head before she replied to all the men, "Gentlemen. A good day to you too."

Arriving at the Jambalaya Bar, Denise saw her reflection in the bar's darkened front windows. She was sweating and the thin material of her blouse clung to her chest and revealed her dark areolae. She'd noticed it at the Villa Ronai, but had ignored it because, whenever her blouse wasn't lying on the ground it was unbuttoned and fluttering at her sides or was about to be.

Denise resolved to ignore the thin, wet, and transparent material of her blouse as it clung to her unrestrained breasts, and muttered a promise to herself, "I will not go back to being a prude!"

When she walked into the Jambalaya Bar she saw that Andrew hadn't arrived, so she walked proudly and deliberately to the bar, trying to ignore the bounce of her breasts and the obvious stares of a couple of ladies in a booth across the dance floor. She carefully climbed up onto a stool at the end of the bar, consciously keeping her legs together. After ordering two glasses of the house white wine, she evaluated her actions during her walk to the bar.

Denise concluded that walking four blocks, through several groups of men and women, while braless and wearing a flimsy blouse, was not only exhilarating, but also satisfying. Walking into the bar with her transparent, sweat soaked blouse clinging to her breasts, and climbing onto a bar stool without panties were major accomplishments, not to mention very licentious actions. Denise was convinced she wanted and needed to complete both levels of Will's fourth challenge.

After drinking several large gulps of her wine, trying to relax and calm her nerves, she turned in her barstool to watch several ladies on the dance floor. A few minutes later, Andrew walked into the bar, and as he rounded the bar and faced Denise, he halted. Regaining his composure, he quickly walked to her side and in a stage whisper, so she could hear him over the music, told her, "I apologize for being late. I also need to let you know that it is obvious you are NOT wearing ANY underwear."

Despite her determination to do anything necessary to prove to everyone she wasn't a prude, Denise blushed and quickly turned on her stool so she again faced the bar. By the time Andrew put his camera on the bar and climbed onto the barstool next to her she'd regained her composure and said, "The wine is for you and thank you for telling me I was exposed."

Andrew acknowledged her with a simple smile and nod before taking a drink of his wine.

Denise took a deep breath to fortify herself, smiled, and began with what she had to say, "Speaking of being exposed, that is my newest challenge."

Andrew looked at her with a quizzical expression, but did not interrupt.

"In order to win this challenge I will have to open my blouse while you take photographs of my bared breasts."

"I can handle that," Andrew told her with a grin and asked, "Where would you like to do the photo shoot?"

"As soon as I can convince myself to it, probably on the dance floor. That's the challenge. I have to do it in a public bar or nightclub."

"Doesn't it bother you that people here will be able to see you, and after the flash from the first photograph everyone here will look to see what's happening?"

"I think I'll be okay. After all we danced here whilst I was wearing this practically transparent blouse and nothing happened."

"Alright, when do you want to do it?"

"Let's drink and talk for a while and then I'll decide and let you know."

Denise, remembering their agreement pulled her memory card from her clutch purse and handed it to Andrew before asking, "Will you make sure you always have the camera with you so you can take the pictures as soon as I decide I'm ready?"

Andrew smiled and nodded as he slipped the memory card into his Nikon.

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Jambalaya Exposure

Having finished her wine and ordered a refill, Denise asked Andrew, "Would you mind dancing with your over-exposed model?"

"I would love to dance with my charming and beautiful model. By the way, thank you for the photographs. They were excellent choices and I've added them to my portfolio," Andrew told her, taking her hand and helping her retain her balance and modesty as she climbed off her barstool.

While they were dancing, Denise remembered that in addition to sending Andrew several photos of her braless and wearing a transparent blouse, she sent him two photos of her topless as she reenacted her pose of Max and her on the poster. She asked, "Did you include the poster recreation photos in your portfolio too?"

"No, as I promised, the only photos of you in my portfolio are ones you've approved."

As they circled the tiny dance floor Denise surreptitiously undid the bottom three buttons on her blouse leaving a single button just below her breasts closed.

"Please have the camera ready when I tell you to start taking pictures. I'm very nervous right now and I'm not sure I'll be able to convince myself to do this again."

Andrew showed her the camera that hung from his right wrist, as he sputtered, "Here! Now?"

Denise shimmied, the sheer blouse barely concealing her breasts as they swayed and bounced, and she told Andrew, "In a few minutes. But first I want to dance with, and for you."

Several people noticed and moved around the dance floor to watch as the practically bare-breasted, statuesque, beauty danced exotically in the middle of the dance floor. Denise closed her eyes and drifted into her own imaginary world. Oddly, it wasn't her usual remembrance of dancing for her father. Instead, she was dancing for Will on the balcony of their private villa overlooking Reach Falls near Port Antonio.

Seeing her eyes closed and her hands reaching for the button on her blouse, Andrew stepped back and raised the camera so he could look through the eyepiece, which he preferred over trying to frame the picture in the camera's LCD display screen. Realizing that if the camera flashed it would bring her out of her dream world and attract much more attention to her; Andrew turned off the flash and muted the sound so the camera would not make a shutter click when he took a photograph.

Andrew took a quick test photo and reviewed it in the camera's LCD display to be sure there was sufficient light to capture a good image. He was amazed at the clarity of the picture; he could see that she had closed her eyes, the change in shading from her areolae and the outline of her nipples, the shading on the curve of the exposed round tops of her breasts, and the shadows that accentuated her cleavage.

Andrew swayed to the music as he quietly watched Denise undo the last closed button on her blouse, allowing it to open and expose her breasts. He took several photographs and moved to one side to take more. The crowd remained silent not wanting to break the beautiful young dancer's mood or interrupt the show she was providing them.

The music playing in the bar changed to a Cha-Cha and Denise moved right into her new dance steps without opening her eyes. In her dream world, she was teasing Will. As she danced with him, she would Cha-Cha toward him and when he reached out to touch her exposed breasts, she would Cha-Cha out of his reach. Denise saw that Will was not only drooling, his arousal was evident in his trousers.

First kneeling on the edge of the dance floor and then standing on a chair, Andrew took photos from different angles. He moved in front of Denise as if he were dancing with her and took more pictures.

Denise smiled sweetly at Will, as he stood by the villa's balcony railing with the waterfall visible behind him. Will motioned for her to come to him. She wanted to be sure she was the cause of his arousal and lust, so she held up her index finger and wagged it back and forth, telling him no.

Andrew took a marvelous photograph of Denise licking her lips as she wagged her upturned index finger back and forth, signaling him not to do what he was doing. He ignored her request; it was just too beautiful an image to not photograph.

Continuing to tease her lover, Denise made several Cha-Cha steps around the Villa balcony as she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and let it float away in the breeze.

Andrew, moving with her, took several photos of Denise shaking her breasts, allowing her blouse to fall off her shoulders and drop to the floor. A quiet murmur went around the bar when Denise let her blouse drop revealing her narrow waist, flat stomach, and large breasts with crinkled areolae and erect nipples. Andrew quickly picked up her blouse and laid it on an empty table behind him.

When she saw Will step away from the balcony railing and towards her, Denise smiled. Will tried to take her in his arms, but she shook her head no and backed away. He stopped, she danced in place, shaking her breasts and allowing him to admire her body. Seeing his erection pushing against the inner thigh of his trousers, Denise decided to push her lover closer to a full erection. She moved in place to the beat of the Cha-Cha, put her thumbs inside the waistband of her skirt, and pushed the skirt down to her knees. She bent her knees, wiggled her butt and breasts, and allowed her skirt to fall to the balcony floor before she kicked it toward Will.

On the dance floor, Andrew was knelling in front of Denise taking photos of her as she was dancing in place. Denise unexpectedly shoved her skirt to the floor, shook her tits and ass, and kicked the skirt toward him. Andrew thought to yell at her, but decided she was just far too perfect a sight for him not to continue to photograph her.

Denise knew she was in charge, that she had control of her lover. She spun around on the balcony watching as Will, the waterfall, the villa and Will again came into her line of sight. She wanted him to know that she was ready and willing to give herself to him, so she spread her legs and shook her breasts.

Andrew was kneeling before her at a forty-five degree angle from her front and looking up from the floor as he took several photos of her opening her legs and exposing her shaved labia to everyone before her as she again shook her hips, ass, and breasts.

Andrew thought he'd already let her go too far and was worried he may have just lost his best friend and a fantastic model. Yet, she was incredibly sexy as she danced at the center of the dance floor wearing only hold-up stockings, high-heels, and a dreamy look. Andrew concluded that he wanted to continue photographing her, to take some pictures for his artistic portfolio.

As Will stepped closer to her, Denise wanted to show him she was ready and that she wanted him to take her. With her legs still spread, she licked her fingers, reached down between her thighs, and... heard her lover shouting her name.

Seeing that Denise was about to masturbate on the dance floor of a crowded bar Andrew knew he had to put a stop to the scene and hollered, "Dee-Dee, NO!"

Andrew hoped she wouldn't be angry once she learned that rather than stopping her before things got out of hand, he'd continued taking photographs. He scooped up her skirt and blouse, stepped closer to her, and again hollered, "Denise! You have to stop. NOW!"

Denise heard her lover shouting at her. "Why?" She wanted and needed him to make love to her. Instead, he was yelling, first "No," then "Now!" What did he want her to do?

Andrew reached Denise and put his arms around her waist. As she opened her eyes, he pulled her to the side of the dance floor. When she looked around, first shock, then horror, and finally embarrassment appeared on her face.

"You were in a daze. I thought you were aware, so I photographed you as you stripped. But then I realized that you didn't know what you were doing."

"What was I doing?"

"You stripped and danced naked on the dance floor, in front of everyone!"

Still not putting things in order, she said the first thing that came to her confused mind, "Did I accomplish the challenge? Did you take photographs so I can prove I accomplished the challenge?"

"Yes, yes," Andrew said meekly, "I think you not only met, you exceeded what was required by the challenge."

"What do you mean," she asked, looking around and beginning to understand that she was on a bar's dance floor.

"I'll tell you all about it later, but right now you need to put these on," Andrew begged as he handed her the skirt he'd picked up, hoping if he could get her dressed she might not be as angry when she learned what he'd done or more correctly, hadn't done.