Jamaican Beauties Jaunt Ch. 10

Denise felt giddy. It was partly the effect of spending the morning in the sun, wearing an extremely revealing swimsuit. It was also because she had just walked out of the water in front of hundreds of people in her unlined, transparent swimsuit. Mostly, it was the fact that, after drinking four glasses of wine before noon, she was on the verge of drunk.

Annika found the perfect position and took a practice photograph that she reviewed to be sure the expressions on the people's faces were visible. Seeing they would be, she thought, "Ken's not going to believe these photos once I mix them together." She smiled and turned to look for her daughter.

Denise was standing in neck-high water when she waved at her mother who immediately signaled for her to come out of the water. As she bounced and walked her way toward shallower water and the beach Denise mumbled, "I'm not a prude. I will enjoy the bounty that God and my mother's genes have given me."

Annika watched the crowd while she waited for Denise to walk onto the beach wearing her transparent swimsuit. She noticed the crowd react and took several photographs of wide-eyed men and women pointing to the water. She quickly realized that there was far more reaction than she had anticipated. Long since having forgotten she too was topless, Annika turned to see Denise walking toward her in waist deep water, her breasts, and areolae clearly visible through her transparent swimsuit. Annika took a couple of photographs and turned back toward the crowd.

After taking several more photographs of the crowd's reaction Annika noticed that several men seemed to be surreptitiously photographing her daughter. She turned again to see Denise now in thigh deep water, her body completely visible under her wet, clinging, and completely transparent swimsuit. As Annika quickly took several more photographs, she notice the red and white material dangling from Denise's left hand.

Annika had turned and was taking more photographs of the crowd's reaction when it dawned on her what she'd seen in Denise's hand. She turned back to the sea, framed Denise in the camera's LCD display, zoomed the lens, and took several photographs of Denise wading in knee deep water, her mother's bikini top and apparently her own swimsuit hanging from her left hand. Annika smiled at her daughter's audacity as she waded out into the surf and waited for Denise to step onto the beach so she could frame her and the crowd in a single photograph.

After taking several photographs that included people on the beach staring at Denise who was clearly naked as she walked up to the shoreline, Annika walked quickly to get in front of Denise and captured a few more pictures of her walking naked on James Bond beach. When Denise passed her, Annika took several pictures of her walking through the beach chairs while scores of nearby sunbathers ogled.

They arrived at their chaises simultaneously. Denise tossed her mother's bikini top onto one chaise and said, "I need to wash off the salt," before heading over to the public shower on the beach. Annika and several other people on the beach took numerous photos of the naked, well-endowed, light-skinned, Jamaican girl as she walked across the beach, washed out her swimsuit, rinsed off her nude body under the spray of the public shower, and walked proudly back to her chaise.

While Denise toweled the water off her body Annika told her, "I'm happy to see you're enjoying yourself and I know your father will be extremely proud of and happy for you when he hears about this."

She hung the wet maillot on the back of chaise to dry before she removed a white bikini from her beach bag. She smiled as she remembered she had been attracted to the bikini when she saw it because it had warning labels stating it might become transparent when wet. Although the bikini was a size smaller than she normally wore, she determined that the strings would be long enough to allow her to tie them together. Unlike her mother's swimsuit this one offered no covering for her butt, it had what was commonly called a G-string back. In addition, as with her mother's bikini top, the three-inch wide adjustable triangle bra tops came just far enough up on her breasts to cover her areolae and erect nipples.

Annika smiled and told her, "That looks very nice on you." She added, "The Swimsuit and Vest Optional Snorkel Party" boards at one o'clock, if we're going to make it we need to get going."

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Risqué Snorkel Trip

Before leaving, as a reward for watching their things while they were away, Annika tipped the young man from whom she had rented their beach chairs and umbrellas and let him know they were leaving and wouldn't need their chaises that afternoon. After stuffing everything into them, they picked up their beach bags and walked down the beach to the pier and the clothing optional sail and snorkel party.

When Annika stopped by the office to check-in for the tour/party she learned there would be ten other couples on board, less than half the comfortable capacity of the catamaran. After Denise took several photographs of the tour shop and pier, the owner, who turned out to also be the ship's captain, led them to, and happily helped them climb aboard the catamaran. All the crewmembers were barefoot and wearing blue boxer trunks and white T-shirts with a logo showing an image of an apparently naked woman, in flippers, mask, and snorkel, gliding in the water above a coral fan, and several multi-colored fish above the woman's head. The words "Vests and Swimsuits Optional -- James Bond Beach," encircled the image.

The two ladies were the first guests on board the catamaran. After greeting the crewmembers, Annika immediately went to the front of the catamaran and staked out two mats laying in the middle of the ship between the netting and the cabin. After she set their beach bag on her mat, Denise took the opportunity to walk around the catamaran and take photographs of the ship and crew.

Within fifteen minutes the rest of the tour participants, or party guests, were on board, settled into their chosen spots, and the ship had cast off and was pulling away from the pier. The owner and captain turned the wheel over to his first mate and brought fruit drinks to the two lovely ladies on the front of the ship. While the ladies sipped their drinks the captain explained that from the time they passed the two orange-lighted buoys outside the bay the ship would officially be designated a clothing optional area and would remain so until they again passed the buoys on their way back into the bay. Then he grinned broadly as he reminded them, "Be sure to put on lots of sunscreen, especially on your tender and normally unexposed body parts."

As soon as they passed the buoys, Annika removed her top and watched as the crew hoisted the ship's sail and a blue flag with the same logo as on the crew's tee shirts and the large white letters, VSO—the first letters of the tour motto, Vest and Swimsuit Optional. As Annika applied sun block to first her breasts and then the rest of her body, she initially urged, coerced, and finally demanded that Denise join her. Once they had applied protection from sunburn, the two curvaceous, well-endowed, Caribbean ladies laid against the cabin, covered in nothing more than sun block, perspiration, and bikini bottoms as they enjoyed the relaxing roll of the catamaran, spray of the sea, and warmth of the sun.

When the catamaran turned and headed eastward, Annika sat up and announced, "Hey, let's go get something to drink."

Denise, startled out of her daydream, blushed and asked, "Like this?"

Annika laughed, "I would venture that most of the guests on board already saw everything you have when you walked out of the sea this morning and again this afternoon. But, if you don't think so, I'd be happy to take a poll."

"No thanks mother, I'll go with you so everyone can have a close up view of my big tits."

Annika paused, concerned because Denise didn't normally use vulgarities, but then she saw the gleam in Denise's eyes and the slight grin on her lips and concluded Denise was teasing her.

To compensate for the pitch and roll of the ship, they walked with their feet apart as they headed across the front of ship and down the steps to the main deck were the twenty other passengers and five crewmembers were drinking and talking. Annika decided she wanted a Rum Punch and Denise, not wanting to mix her drinks given she was sure they would be drinking the rest of the day and much of the evening, passed on Rum Punch or wine coolers and stayed with a glass of white wine.

With drinks in hand, led by Annika, they chatted with several couples sitting near the make shift bar. Everyone was polite, although a few men insisted on telling the story of seeing a woman in a see-through swimsuit that morning and a couple even asked if either Annika or Denise knew that girl. Each time Annika happily and proudly told them that her daughter was that woman.

After they had talked with everyone near the bar, the ladies topped off their drinks and returned to their spot up front.

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Once they settled back on their mats they chatted about local gossip, their jobs, and the news and political changes in Jamaica.

Annika then brought up a recent study she'd seen. "Speaking of changes in Jamaica, have you seen anything on the University of the Caribbean's recent study on attitudes about sex and nudity?"

"I read an article in the Gleaner, it mentioned that there was some evidence of a change in young Jamaican's attitudes," Denise replied.

"I ordered the study and read it this week. It was a large study employing structured interviews of a random sample of Jamaicans stratified by sex, age, and sexual preference."

"What did they find?"

"Well first of all, it seems the vast majority of Jamaicans still think sex is something to be enjoyed and shouldn't have to be hidden. However, while the percentage is declining, many men and to a lesser degree women, are still opposed to openly homosexual behavior. The good news is that they seem to be less concerned about the private sexual predilections and preferences of consenting adults."

"So the world we live in is changing?"

"Yes, in fact a key point of the study was that the numbers are changing in all age groups, not just among the young."

"Wow, it's a brave new world!"

"But the reason I brought up the study is its findings on public nudity. As I'm sure you are aware, most Jamaicans tolerate nudity in tourist locations only because it's good for the tourist industry and tourism related businesses, and therefore the countries' economy as a whole. But, they are far less tolerant of nudity outside tourist resorts."

"I suspected as much and Will has often mentioned that aspect of the Jamaican culture."

"He is absolutely right. However, this study documented a new, fast growing trend. Fewer Jamaicans overall are opposed to nudity now, in fact, almost two-thirds have no objection to public nudity. Far more startling is that over a third of Jamaicans under the age of 30, not only don't object, but are in favor public exposures including total nudity."

"Wow, that's a major change. I'd have to admit, given my experience during my recent adventures, I can't really argue with the findings."

"Good, considering that new tolerance, let's get naked so we don't get tan lines. Be sure to puts lots of sun block on your pussy, or should I ask one of the crew to help you?"

"Mother, you're incorrigible," Denise complained as, without thinking, she untied her bikini strings, lifted her butt up off the mat, and pulled the bikini bottoms out before sitting back down.

Denise overtly squeezed sun block onto her pubes and labia and closed her eyes as she rubbed the lotion into the smooth skin of her hairless pubes. After working the lotion onto her thighs and back up to her pubes, Denise asked her mother, "Could you send me the report. I'd like to study it so I can talk with Will about the findings."

"I'll email it to you when I get back to work, along with my own analysis and summary of the report's findings," Annika promised her and then with a huge grin teased, "I don't think the sun will burn you there or are you just thinking about being with Will?"

Denise opened her eyes and saw she had probed beyond her vulva and penetrated her vagina with two fingers while she was rubbing the sun block onto her labia. Without conscious thought Denise confessed, "I was dreaming. I was dancing naked on the stern of this catamaran in an effort to seduce Will. I wanted him to take me, there and then, without romance or foreplay. It made sense in my dream, but now I don't understand. I've only seen pictures of him. I've never met him. I don't know anything about him."

"Denise, this is going to sound strange, but you probably know more about Will than any other man on earth except your father. Combine that with the fact that he talks and thinks much like your father, the only man you've ever really loved, and no, your emotions regarding Lars weren't love. I think it is quite possible that your feelings towards Will may actually be both lust and love."

"No, I can't accept that. He's a good friend, like Andrew and Jackson. I can't love him," Denise responded, ignoring her mother's insights and forgetting she was a psychologist.

"You're free to ignore my advice, but let me point out one more thing. My conclusion also explains your dream and your actions during the dream. You don't need to respond to my explanation of your dream, just think about it and my conclusion about your feelings."

Denise raised her right index finger to make a point, paused, put her right hand back down onto her thigh, and instead, raised her glass of wine with her left hand and took a sip as she considered her mother's conclusion.

Denise still wondering about her sexual dreams, and more frequent daydreams about coercing Will to have sex with her, asked, "Mother, as long as you're in psychologist mode, and I've confessed my dream, I have a concern I'd like to talk about."

Annika took a deep sip of her wine and asked, "What concern could you possibly have, Dee-Dee?"

"The dreams and now daydreams I've been having, they are all so... sexual and usually involve my trying to get someone, most often Will, to have sex with me."

Giggling quietly, Annika noted, "That's not so surprising considering the year you've just experienced."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about all the sexually related lessons and experiences you've had in the last year. Let's see, it started with Lars. You went to Brussels were he tried to get you to dance topless. Then, thinking he loved you, you were so giddy at the road march that you ignored the loss of your pasties and continued dancing. That giddy behavior continued at the Mas Camp where you auctioned your costume. Then, after you took him on that disastrous tour of Jamaica, he dumped you. That was two very major and very dramatic mood swings in a three month period."

"What about them?"

"Let me finish. Those were the precursors to your dramatic psychological experiences. You met Will, a man just like your father. He helped you accomplish many of your goals and you two became close friends. He convinced you to take the seven progressive challenges, which forced you to open yourself up to many new and exciting experiences. Then, some girls who were never your friends tormented you publically and you quit the challenges."

"Yes, I know all that, but what does it all have to do with my dreams."

Exasperated Annika concluded her list of Denise's difficulties over the previous year and explained, "In the last year, your first love raped you, cheated on you and dumped you. As you were trying to recover from that experience, you met an older gentleman that in many ways is just like your father, although you didn't realize it at the time. That man taught you to accomplish your goals, to be successful, and to experience and appreciate the joys of life. It is no wonder that you dream about that man—you're in love with him."

"Mother, I told you, I'm not, I can't be in love with Will."

Annika held up her hand to stop Denise's complaint before continued with her explanation, "Through the Seven Progressive Challenges, Will, purposely I'm sure, showed you and taught you the thrill of exhibitionism and the joy of being uninhibited. You learned your lessons well and continually went beyond Will's challenges. You even, on you own volition, engaged in and enjoyed lesbian sex. You were learning the lessons Will had obviously planned for you to learn. The same lessons your father and I have been trying to teach you for many years now."

Denise started to comment, but decided to drink her wine instead.

"Then you had your set back. However, Will, your friend, the man that you love as much as you love your father, did not give up on you. He worked with you, he helped you overcome your depression, and you did. Then, as you were recovering, you learned your father is a sexual being, that he, Max, and I are in a BDSM Dominate/submissive relationship. That Max is a lesbian. Yet, you seemed to take it all in stride and now you're having a sexual relationship with Max. You've changed in other ways, the way you dress, the way you behave, your willingness to try new experiences, your zest for life."

"Okay mother, but I know all that. What I don't know, what I don't understand, is why I am always dreaming about having sex. Why, in my dreams, I am always trying to convince Will to have sex with me."

Annika frowned at Denise's inability to grasp what she was telling her and then remembered that was because sex, and especially sex with a man, was all new and strange to her. She took a deep breath and explained, "It's because, for the first time in your life, you're interested in having sex. You, unlike most children, went through puberty without having much concern for or desire to have sex. You only had that one boyfriend for a short time and he was a sexual disappointment. I gather from your remarks back then and afterwards, that while you were in Arts School, you played around, gave a few guys blowjobs, but you were never serious, and never had intercourse. Would you say that was an accurate summary?"

"Yes, but what has that got to do with my dreams?"

"As I said, the last year is the first time in your post-puberty life that you've been interested in having sex. First with Lars, but I believe that was mostly the result of your desire to find someone that loved Jamaica and travel as much as you did. Now there's Will. He's earned your trust and has become your friend, your confidant, your advisor. He is the closest thing to your father—the only man you truly loved until now—that you've ever met. Will was able to push you to become uninhibited and sexually open. You responded to his challenges and learned to be uninhibited. As a result, you now sleep naked, you dress more provocatively, you're having sex regularly, albeit with Max, and you're striving to become more uninhibited."

"Mother, I know all that, what I don't know, what I want to know, is what do my dreams mean, and why, whenever I'm dancing and I close my eyes, do I visualize myself stripping and trying to convince Will to fuck me?"

Annika, realizing from her language that Denise was upset and desperate for an answer, offered, "Tell you what I'll do. If you'll go to the cabin and refill our wine glasses, without question or complaint, when you return, I'll give you my best psychological opinion as to why you are having sexual dreams and why you are dreaming about wanting to fuck Will."

Denise frowned, and forgetting she was naked, took their glasses, got up from her mat, walked down the steps to the bar, refilled them, and returned without complaint or delay.