Seduction in Paradise Pt. 02

This is part two of a fairly long story. I believe a seduction should take time. There is a lot of flirting to start with and feelings about what is happening by my two protagonists. I wrote this primarily because I liked the characters I pictured in my mind. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed researching and writing it. Oh, the food and drinks and named locations are real. The houses that are used and people are all in my imagination.

Silvia

The flight to San Jose was uneventful. It took almost nine hours, with one stop along the way. We brought plenty of things to read and listen to but ended up watching movies practically the entire time.

The airport in San Jose was lovely, and we quickly found the baggage claim area just before going through customs. With our passports stamped, we headed to a large open space to look for our tour guide, Ines. Neither of us had any idea what she looked like. In my mind, I was picturing someone short, with brunette hair holding a sign with our names on it, and maybe wearing some uniform from the tour company.

Imagine my surprise when Megan tapped me on the shoulder to point out our guide. Ines was almost as tall as Megan. Jet black hair to her mid-waist, she was smiling, showing off perfect teeth, while waving the sign with our last name on it. She saw Megan point, and being the only mother-daughter combination there, she started walking towards us. I could have sworn I heard Megan say, 'oh my lord' as Ines walked towards us. I'd never heard Megan comment about anyone like that, which surprised me.

I watched as Ines seemed to float towards us, her long shiny locks wafting in the breeze. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was a Miss Costa Rica pageant contestant and not our tour guide.

We both stood there gawking as Ines opened her arms wide for a hug. I watched as my darling Megan practically melted into her arms. It was like Megan had lost all the feeling in her legs. But Ines was just exuberant with her greeting. When she finished with Megan, I received the same hug as Megan stood wide-eyed, looking at us.

When Ines released me, she greeted us in perfect English. We spent a few minutes chit-chatting and making introductions. Ines knew we were tired and hungry because it was a long flight. So, after our initial greeting, Ines took control of our luggage and escorted us to her minivan, which we'd use while we were here. Looking back, I have to laugh. We probably looked like two puppies following our owner carrying our food dishes.

Ines quickly put our bags in the back of her van. I sat behind Megan, who claimed shotgun when I wasn't paying attention. Ines made sure I put my seatbelt on, leaning in and smiling. The top three buttons on her shirt were left undone, and when she leaned in, I glanced over. She was in a position where I couldn't help but notice the black lacey bra covering her breasts. She smiled up at me as she checked to be sure I had the belt on and I was comfortable. She exited, slid my door shut, and then focused on Megan, whose seatbelt had already snapped. Passing in front of the van, she smiled at us both and then got in to take us to our hotel.

I really couldn't hear much as Megan and Ines talked. I got parts and interjected a word now and then. They mainly talked about the weather here and at home. It was quite a change from cold and rainy to warm and humid. I could see them both smiling as they chatted, and I got a smile in the rearview mirror now and then.

When I was going to book the trip, I was worried we'd get an over-sexed man who would flirt with the both of us. Having Ines put my mind at ease when she first started emailing. Riding in the minivan, I became completely relaxed with her smile and bubbly personality. It was going to be a fantastic vacation.

Sitting in the back, I watched as Megan and Ines talked. They were having a great time, and I could see Ines correcting Megan's attempts at speaking Spanish. Having traveled some, I know the locals respect us clumsy Americans more if we at least try to communicate in their language. Megan was doing a fine job.

What intrigued me most was when we'd stop at a light, and Ines would look over at Megan. She'd smile, place a hand on Megan's leg, then say one word, rolling the R in that word, then watch as Megan tried to do the same correctly. When Megan did, Ines would smile, pat Megan's leg, and tell her she was a 'buena chica'. Megan would grin and keep repeating the word until the light changed or Ines gave her another word. If Ines had been a man, I would have thought this was some serious flirting on Ines's part. I also felt a little strange enjoying watching them do that. Ines seemed to have a relatively long tongue when compared to Megan. I knew it was completely innocent, but it appeared sexual somehow the way Ines slowly rolled her tongue while looking at Megan. My girl was definitely enjoying the attention of our guide. They were both giggling and having a great time playing with their Rs.

The trip to the hotel didn't take too long. Ines unloaded our luggage after opening the doors for both of us. She led us to the registration desk, where I signed for our room. After the paperwork, we followed Ines to the elevator, where she mentioned she was in the adjoining room. The hotel was fully booked; unfortunately, these two rooms were the only ones available. She hoped we'd be alright sharing a king-sized bed. Megan and I looked at each other and shrugged. We'd be fine.

The room was nice, looking out over the San Jose skyline. Ines left our bags for us to unpack and change our clothes. We'd only be here for the night because the areas we wanted to see were miles away. Ines told us to knock when we were ready to eat. We could eat at the hotel or someplace nice along the boulevard. There were plenty of American-style cafes if we wanted something from home. Megan and I opted for local cuisine, which got a friendly smile from our guide. She left us so we could unpack, shower, and change.

When Ines closed the door, Megan and I flopped back onto the bed, nearly bumping heads when we landed. We both giggled, telling each other we were sorry. I told her she could shower first while I unpacked some fresh clothes. She thanked me and began to undress. I'd seen her naked when she was younger, and we were fine at home walking around in our underwear. Because it was just us girls, I couldn't help but admire the young woman who was undressing now in our room. Megan was maturing into a beautiful woman; some man would be lucky to have her.

She finished undressing and then bounced off to get cleaned up. I took out all I would need for tonight, figuring I'd wear it again tomorrow to save having to do laundry sooner than we needed to. I undressed, down to my bra and panties, putting my worn clothes on a table in the room, thinking Megan would follow my lead. I guess my darling daughter had trouble with the shower because it seemed to take her longer than usual.

I could hear the shower running and wasn't paying much attention when I heard a light knock on the door. At first, I thought it was the entry door. Then I heard it again and realized it was the common door, I thought about covering up, but instead, I barely opened it to see what Ines wanted.

Ines stood there smiling, immediately focusing on my breasts and then my face. She began telling me she had made tentative reservations at one of the better restaurants for seven. She needed to confer with me first to see if that was alright. I told her it was fine. She smiled, thanked me, then said she'd call and confirm it. I thanked her again, then gently closed the door.

When the door closed, I got a shiver and some goosebumps. Ines wasn't leering at my boobs, but she seemed to enjoy looking at them. I passed it off as nothing, then went back to straightening up.

When she exited the bathroom, Megan was nude, drying her hair with one of the smaller towels, still dripping water from her hair, leaving a trail on the carpet.

I teased her, asking if she left me any hot water and a towel, which got me one of those 'yes mom' tones which made me giggle. I removed my underwear and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I thought I heard something in the other room just before I stepped in. Thinking it was nothing or maybe our neighbor on the bathroom side, I entered and started washing. The shower wasn't perfect, but the hot water felt good over my tired body. I was going to sleep well tonight, and if I had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, I'd be snoring half the night. I hoped Megan could deal with that since we were sharing the bed, which might be something we did a lot of on this trip.

I finished my shower in less time than Megan. There were two more towels, so I used them to dry my hair and my body. I paused to look at myself in the foggy mirror over the sink. Being around Megan and Ines made me a bit self-conscious about my body. I looked and thought I didn't look too bad for thirty-five. Hell, I looked damn good for my age. They were just babes in the woods compared to me. I had what ten, fifteen years of maturity on them. I knew it was silly to compare myself to them. So, I laughed and then walked out nude to see Megan draped in her towel with Ines standing there talking. I gasped and started to get back in the bathroom, which made the girls giggle.

Ines told me it was fine, and she apologized for not warning me she was in the room. I blushed crimson after grabbing a wet towel to cover myself, wondering what was happening. Megan said Ines had confirmed our dinner reservations and asked if we had any food allergies because they specialize in seafood.

I smiled, thanking Ines, and told her we didn't.

Megan blushed, telling me she'd already told her and they had been chatting.

Ines smiled, apologized again for the intrusion, then returned to her room.

Megan also apologized for not warning me. She was busy talking to Ines and wasn't thinking straight. Then she asked how I liked the shower. I told her it was okay, nothing special. Then I removed my towel and put on my bra and panties. I told Megan I was going to nap for a few and to wake me at about six. She smiled, telling me she would see if they had wifi and play on her phone. I smiled and lay down, snoring away within a couple of minutes.

At about six, Megan woke me, although I could have slept until morning. I freshened myself up, dressed, and sat down to talk to my girl. I could have sworn she'd been crying when I sat across from her. I didn't ask, assuming she might have had one of her 'missing dad' moments. We'd spent a little time discussing grieving with a counselor, so I didn't ask what was happening. We both cry now and then at home, so I let her be.

Just before seven, Ines knocked on our door, asking if we were ready. Megan quickly got up, opening the door to let her in. They smiled as Ines walked in. She wore a short black skirt, sandals, and a lovely beige satin top with the top three buttons open. Megan and I were similarly dressed, but Ines looked much better than we did.

The walk to dinner wasn't long, and the warm, humid air felt good. I walked behind Megan and Ines as they talked about birding. I had to smile to myself, seeing Megan so excited. I just wished her father could have been here with us. I missed him every day.

As we were walking, I saw Ines pointing at a building about a block away. I could see it was a restaurant and wondered what was going on. Megan nodded and walked ahead, leaving Ines and me behind. Ines waited until I caught up with her. She was smiling as we started walking together. Ines slipped her arm into mine as she told me I had a wonderful and very smart daughter. I thanked her before she continued. She recalled that I mentioned in our emails that Megan had just turned eighteen, and this trip was a birthday and Christmas present. She asked if, with my permission, Megan would like a small birthday cake for dessert. It would be from Ines and the tour company. She also mentioned that the drinking age in Costa Rica was eighteen and that she looked older, and again with my permission, could we share a bottle of wine in celebration?

I thought briefly, then told her it would be alright. Megan had a glass or two at home once in a while, and as long as there weren't any problems with the restaurant, she could go ahead and order the wine. Ines giggled and told me she knew the owner, so it would be fine.

She kissed me on the cheek and told me I was a very good madre. I smiled as I blushed, thanking her for the compliment. She released my arm as we approached Megan, who was looking at the menu posted outside.

I asked Megan what looked good, and she grinned, telling me everything. We followed Ines inside, where a hostess greeted us. If you've ever watched Spanish-language television, you'll notice many women have more than ample cleavage. Our hostess must have been on television if you get my meaning. She hugged Ines and smiled at Megan and me as Megan's eyes widened at the two golden globes on display. My darling daughter quickly refocused as we were led to our table.

Within a few moments, our server appeared with two bottles of wine, one red and one white. She opened them both, pouring a glass of each for each of us after getting approval from Ines.

Megan looked at me, wondering what was going on. I told her it was a gift from Ines. She smiled, thanked Ines, and we toasted.

We took a few minutes to look over the menu. I opted for the Santa Eulalia's Farm grilled pork rose steak and all the trimmings. Ines explained that she didn't know why it was called that, but it was delicious.

Megan surprised me by ordering Octopus, fresh tuna, and mussels montadito. Again we had no clue what montadito was, but Ines said it was good.

Ines ordered the prawn and fish caldosa.

We sat sipping and talking as we waited for our food. I could still feel sleep nagging at me to return to bed, but I managed to stay awake even with the wine.

Our food arrived just as the bottle of white wine was drained. Ines asked for another, and I didn't have the heart to tell her no. I think the first glass of red and the subsequent two glasses of white helped that decision.

By the end of dinner and three bottles of wine, we were all laughing and having a good time. When Megan excused herself to the bathroom, Ines scooted her chair beside mine.

I could feel her warm breath on my neck along with the heel of her hand below the hem of my skirt against my skin. She whispered that the cake would be out soon and reminded me this was all from her and the tour company. Her breath against my skin felt divine, while the heel of her palm rested against my leg. Her fingers gently making small circles on my thigh. My heart started racing with her touch. I blamed the wine and my self-imposed celibacy for my reaction. It had been way too long since someone had touched me like that. Surprisingly, I didn't mind that it was our tour guide causing it.

Ines scooted back just before Megan returned, soon followed by the little birthday cake. I was glad that the staff refrained from singing. That would have completely embarrassed my baby. We shared the cake, which was delicious. Ines took care of the bill while we waited for her. We strolled back to the hotel, Ines between us, the three of us holding hands. I think Megan was feeling as lite headed as I was, which was another surprise for me. I didn't think she could drink as much as she did and not show much of the effect.

When we returned to our room, Megan and I prepped for bed. We did paper, rock, and scissors for which side to sleep on, then got in and turned off the light. The following day Megan said I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Megan

Silvia and I had a pleasant flight. I played games on my phone and watched a few stupid movies. I wanted the plane to land so I could look for birds. When we finally landed, we stamped our passports and walked to the baggage area to get our suitcases. Then we headed to a large open space to look for Ines. I spotted her holding a sign with our last name on it. She saw us and started walking towards us when I pointed her out to mom.

I'm not into girls, but Ines made my jaw drop. We were close to the same height, and I was slightly taller. Her face was perfect; she had dark brown eyes, long shiny black hair, and a smile that went on forever. She even looked good in the bland little uniform from the tour company. I think Silvia noticed her, too, because she just stood and stared.

When Ines got close, she opened her arms wide to hug me. I dropped my bag to embrace her, never thinking that her hug would cause me to react as it did. Her breasts pressed into mine, and despite the cloth of our tops and bras insulating our breasts, I could feel her nipples against mine. I know it's hard to imagine, but it sent a shock through me unlike anything I'd ever felt when hugging my teammates or anyone else.

The hug was brief, but I could feel my heart racing when Ines let me go so she could hug Silvia. I watched mom's eyes light up as Ines pressed into her. When Ines let mom go, I could see a slight redness on mom's cheeks. Mom is ginger; you can always tell when she gets excited or overworked because her cheeks get red. That was a definite sign something was going on with her besides the heat and humidity of the airport. I didn't say anything because I had that same warm feeling.

The ride to our hotel went quickly; Ines and I quizzed each other on birds and where we'd find them. We were curious about each other's lives and talked about our histories. Mom sat in the back, listening as we gabbed away. I felt terrible about claiming shotgun but wanted to pick Ines's brain about birds.

I took Spanish in middle school and my first two years of high school but was uncomfortable conversing with it. So, I started reading and mispronouncing signs, making Ines giggle and correct me. At first, she'd face me briefly while driving and correctly pronounce the word so I could see her tongue roll. I loved watching her roll her Rs; her tongue looked like a snake, you might say, when she was showing me. Something about how she did it made me squirmy in my seat, but it was an excellent squirmy. She did the slow tongue rolling with me, watching for emphasis. She'd glance over to watch me when she slowly made me repeat my mispronunciations while driving to watch me do it correctly.

When we stopped at a light, she'd place her hand on my leg as she turned to look at me. Each time I got my Rs right, she squeezed my thigh and told me I was a 'buena chica' or good girl. I liked the attention and made sure I pronounced each word as best I could.

Ines was sweet about it, happy I was trying to communicate in her native tongue. After a few tries, I got most of them and another 'buena chica'. Ines continued watching and making me roll the Rs even when we weren't stopped. She'd rest her hand on my leg and squeeze me with each successive word. I continued rolling Rs, all the way to the hotel. We giggled and rolled Rs at each other when we pulled into the hotel parking area. I hate to admit we were so busy playing that we ignored mom.

I did notice that mom just watched from the back seat, and I'm sure it must have confused her because she stayed very quiet and didn't interrupt us.

I liked Ines and was glad mom had booked this trip.

Our room wasn't as luxurious as I would have liked. But we were in Costa Rica to go birding, and this was only for one night. I wondered what the other hotels would be like and figured they wouldn't get much better since this was the big city.

I had a lot of fun on the drive to the hotel rolling my Rs with Ines; she was a hoot. I guessed she was about twenty-two or so, which was great. Mom did a good thing getting someone closer to my age for our guide. But, she seemed to be very touchy-feely, which was something I wasn't used to. I didn't mind it when she touched me, and she always smiled when she'd put her hand on my leg while we were driving. I guess that's the way they are here. Physical contact might be a part of their culture. I didn't want to say anything to her to offend her, and I wasn't going to say anything to mom because she might make a big deal out of it.