The Awakening - Jane Pt. 03

We strolled slowly, hand in hand through the main foyer; all marble tiles, potted plants and air conditioning. The latter, I would normally have been grateful for, but I now found myself silently cursing the cool air which was beginning to gently tease my already swollen nipples. Damn it! I was keenly aware of my heightened state that morning anyway, and now the combination of the silky chiffon lightly brushing my bikini clad breasts, coupled with the faint chill from those fans was beginning to make my nipples ache in the most delicious way. Which in turn caused another delightful ache in my lower abdomen.

My burgeoning arousal was tempered though by mild self-consciousness. I had chosen that particular bikini for a specific reason, with a specific purpose in mind, all for the intended benefit of just one pair of beautiful brown eyes. But I hadn't considered the practical implications. And so here I was...sauntering through the lobby, my heavy, full breasts, swaying suggestively even in my flats, and my large, engorged nipples; obscenely prominent under the flimsy material. Luckily, you hadn't noticed. You were distracted. A little distant. Your eyes and mind elsewhere, and I could tell you were still quietly irritated. I reassured myself it was purely due to this morning's telephone call, and your fear of water and the prospect of spending the day with a stranger rather than with me...alone. And I hoped it wasn't anything lingering from the previous evening. And whilst we walked hand in hand...there was at that moment a gulf between us.

And so, your mild peevishness helped keep my emotions in check. Which was a godsend really given the pattern of my thoughts since we arrived on the island. It wasn't easy though. The gently simmering excitement of where we were heading was more of a threat to my calm façade than the incredible sensations my nipples were triggering inside me, and I had to deliberately push it to the back of my mind. It didn't always stay there though. The unashamed, almost hungry stare of the concierge as we sauntered past brought back a fleeting image of Charles. And it must have been the subliminal messages my nipples were pinging to my brain, for I was clearly picturing his lips; so full and soft...and they were parting slightly...and my hand was now gently cradling the back of his head, drawing him to me.

And then we were outside, and the bright sunshine and the humidity which enveloped me, thankfully brought me back to my senses. As you turned to me, I was already making a mental promise to myself that I wasn't going to allow any more of those thoughts. You slipped your sunglasses on, inhaled deeply and smiled. Tilting your face to the heavens, I could tell the sudden simmering heat had lifted your spirits a little. The sunshine...the faint scent of the ocean...brought you back to earth. I squeezed your hand.

Our hotel was set back in the mountains, affording us a stunning view of the coastline fringed with palms swaying softly in the breeze, with the translucent turquoise waters lapping against the sandy beach.

"Beautiful isn't it." You breathed happily.

I wrapped my arm around your waist, and rested my head on your shoulder. Feeling your lips brush my hair I moaned in agreement. Right then, right there it was just you and I. The first day of our holiday, and we both forgot about the maritime adventure ahead, and just enjoyed the view and each other. Those few seconds seemed to revive you. Whatever irritation you felt, was washed away by that dazzling vista and by our lingering embrace, and after a while, you glanced at your watch and in a surprisingly excited and slightly amused tone, said "Come on you. We've got some exploring to do."

I chuckled, and we set off down the winding road which lead down towards the beach, and the harbour where Charles had agreed to meet us. Now, I'm not sure if it was the hill we were walking down, and the fact that it caused our walking pace to quicken just a little as we descended, which caused my heart to beat a little faster, or whether it was the fact that we were now just a short distance from the quay. Either way, I felt my excitement ratchet up a notch. It felt a little like I was being propelled towards something. Something unknown and risky. And once again, I felt that delicious quiver in my stomach. Not quite butterflies, but close. I was beginning to get just a little nervous. I'd deliberately kept any naughty thoughts away, but I had to admit, I was dying to see him in his swimsuit. And so was sleeping beauty.

"How big do you think it is?" Your question caught me off guard and for a moment I was confused if you had somehow managed to read my thoughts.

"What?" I answered, a little flustered.

"Charles' boat. I just wondered how big it might be. I cant remember whether he said it was a yacht, or a cruiser?"

"Ohhhh." I tried to hide my amusement. "I think he said cruiser. And I'd imagine it will be pretty big. And I'm guessing somewhat flashy too. Not quite a cruise ship, but I wouldn't worry baby, I don't think we will need oars ". I flashed you a smile.

You laughed and nodded. "Its probably going to blot out the sun."

"I hope not, I'm aiming to get a tan." I grinned.

"Just be careful baby." You chided me softly. "Don't burn, ok."

"I wont. If it gets too much, I'll get out of it for a bit."

We carried on along the dusty street for a while. The sandy beach to our right having gradually become a mass of rocks which formed the quay, on the other side of which were moored numerous crafts of varying type and size. My nerves were beginning to return a little as we crested a small rise and stepped onto the white stones, the sizeable harbour stretching out before us. I tried to look relaxed, but my gaze was sweeping along the horizon, curious as to which might be Charles' boat, and our playground for the next few hours.

You stopped, and I turned in response. As I did so, you lifted my hand to your lips. Softly grazing them against my knuckle. "I love you."

I smiled, looking back at you. "I know, and I love you too. Thank you for agreeing to this. I know its not your idea of fun. But honestly babes, I think you will enjoy it."

You were about to say something, when a deep voice cut you off...

"Mike...Jane...bang on time!"

My eyes were locked on yours, so I could only smile inside at hearing that silky voice of his. You rolled your eyes a little, which made me giggle, and then we both turned towards the quay. And there was Charles, maybe twenty yards away, standing on the deck of a beautiful yacht, easily the largest in the harbour, and by far...the most expensive. In fact, I blinked as I gazed at it. I sensed you inhale and figured you had a similar look on your face.

It was simply stunning. It shimmered in the sunlight...all teak and chrome. It even had three levels, or did you call them decks? I had no idea, I just knew it was...lovely. So lovely, it had managed to divert my attention from Charles for a few moments, but as my gaze swept back to the sundeck, he removed his shades and we locked eyes. And sleeping beauty opened her cupped hands and released a kaleidoscope of butterflies to flutter inside my belly. He was smiling, and even from a distance I could see those stunning dark eyes gazing back at me. He managed to look both aloof, and predatory, all at the same time. It was just such an attractive contradiction in a man. A constant back and forth; pulling you in and then in the next breath, holding you at arm's length...then drawing you close once more. I understood now why I was so captivated by him last night. The man was a living, breathing Tango, and I realised it had been such a long time since I had danced like this with anyone other than you.

I had been used to men attempting to flirt with me all my life. The majority had gotten short shrift. I simply never had the inclination or interest to entertain most of the clumsy, crass or corny efforts. There were some delightful exceptions to the rule in my late twenties, involving some delicious older guys, but up until meeting you, I was subjected to a seemingly endless array of mass, saturation-bombing style flattery by the dreaded 'MILF' brigade. I think my appearance seemed to attract the younger man who would literally shower me with endless, empty, unoriginal compliments in the belief that I would simply swoon into their beds. Some had tried a different approach; disguising their crippling self doubt under heavy handed arrogance with the misguided view that no woman could refuse a bad boy. They were all 'machismo and hairy chests' and made me wince. I had on a couple of occasions felt pity for one or two, and had tried to explain that being themselves and not trying so hard might prove more successful. The switch that those words then triggered in them was almost comical, as their cocky swagger and pretentious look evaporated. Replaced with a fawning, puppy dog eyes and subservient manner.

Now you; you had been different from the outset. For a younger man, you were surprisingly confident, but in that lovely, unassuming manner which a lot of women cant help but find attractive. A man who was honest and true to himself, with no hint of brashness or arrogance. Just a cool, easy going way about you, wrapped up in a gentle, quiet and respectful demeanour that drew me in. And, unlike the others, you didn't seem vaguely interested in trying to sweep me off my feet. The first time we met, at my sisters wedding, I was being pursued by at least three of the groom's ushers, all of whom were trying to catch my attention by showing off and putting one another down, and you had shown no interest in trying to compete in their immature game. (Years later you had confessed your apparent disinterest was purely down to the belief that you were vastly out of my league. I had laughed when you had described how you had viewed me as the 'glamourous older woman' with the army of admirers that day).

What was noticeable, was that we had actually conversed. You had talked to me. As an equal, not just an object of desire. Asked me questions, listened to my views, and offered yours in return. I didn't notice your eyes drop to my cleavage once as we talked, and whilst we laughed and our eyes sparkled, I didn't sense you were trying to impress me, or hit on me once. And that, more than anything else, piqued my interest, and I recall feeling like for the first time, I had possibly met my match. And so now, as I looked across the harbour, I drifted back to something that had stayed with me from the night before, when Charles and I were deep in conversation and flirting with our eyes. And I was struck by a thought, that maybe you and Charles had more in common than I had realised. Although, Charles was, from what I could tell, the more outgoing, engaging and charismatic. And as I stood there, I once again thought back to that wedding, and the question as to what might have happened if Charles had also been a guest that day?

It was a naughty, dangerous thought. And one that I had tried to banish swiftly the night before, even in my slightly drunken, addled state. But now, here in the cold light of day, I let myself entertain the possibilities for a second. Would I have chosen you that night, or would I have fallen for Charles? I blinked. It was wicked to think this way, and I managed to stop myself just as my mind began to elucidate the inevitable comparisons between the two of you. But, whilst I felt a little ashamed at even letting it cross my mind, another part of me knew I would forever be intrigued by the fact that I would never know the answer. Or more truthfully, that I would never allow myself to know. So it would remain, like an itch that I could never scratch. Or would it? Because I suspected that deep down, sleeping beauty wouldn't rest until she had the answer and that the days events would be pivotal in determining the final decision.



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"Are you guys coming aboard or am I doing this on my own?" Charles' voice brought me back from my thoughts.

And as I half turned, he was casually stood on the wooden gangway waiting for us. He was wearing a black polo shirt, and light grey shorts, and he looked very much the master of all he surveyed. I supposed that most people would have been totally overshadowed by that boat, as big and impressive as it was. But not Charles. Even dressed down, looking completely at ease, he suited it perfectly. And again, I couldn't help but feel utterly impressed by the man.

You were still stood there. Head tilted back, mouth open a little. Neither of us had ever really experienced wealth or decadence on this level before. It was exciting, and yet a little intimidating too. You still had hold of my hand, and I gently tugged on it, as I feared you may have been rooted to the spot.

"Come on baby, lets go aboard" I chirped eagerly.

"Sure...sure..." you replied in a distracted voice, still seemingly unable to move. "God, it's..."

I had taken a not-so-subtle step towards Charles and the gangway, in the hope that you would hurry along as I was still holding your hand. But now our arms were outstretched, and yet still you stood there gazing at the boat struggling to find the words to do it justice.

"Come onnnnnn baby." I repeated a little louder, a tinge of impatience creeping in. To which you took one faltering step toward me. And stopped to stare once more. I could hear Charles chuckling to himself, and I turned and gave him a perplexed smile.

"Jane, do you think we should set off without him?" he joked, half serious, half teasing.

I laughed, to hide the fact that the very thought had sent a delicious little flutter rippling through me. I glanced at you, and then back at Charles before rolling my eyes and sighing "We may have to."

At that, you laughed and looked a little sheepish. But after a moments more hesitation, you finally took another faltering step towards me. By that point, my patience was sorely depleted though, so with one last tug, I let my hand slip from yours, turned and walked turned towards the mooring. Charles was still at the other end of the walkway, and as I stepped onto it, and reached to grip the rails, I looked up at him. Watching me with that expression that I couldn't quite work out, but that secretly thrilled me. And the butterflies started again as I began to walk slowly towards him, knowing that in just a few moments, I would be face to face with him again. I was also keenly aware of the view Charles would be afforded from his slightly elevated position as I tottered just a little unsteadily towards him.

And to my monumental surprise, I felt myself consciously add just a tiny bit of swish to my hips as I sashayed towards him, arching my back just a shade more. And this time, it had nothing whatsoever to do with sleeping beauty. I was feeling very sassy at that moment, maybe it was the excitement of being there with him, at the prospect of spending the day with him. Maybe it was the boat...so sleek and luxuriant. It all made me feel very glamourous and quite coquettish, and as I walked slowly towards him, my gaze was firmly locked on his.

I could feel my nipples, swollen and aching, and I knew they would be straining beneath my bikini top, large and prominent. And as he watched me, a wry smile on his face, head casually tilted at an angle; with each step, the words of Mary Howitt's famous poem echoed in my mind...

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly. 'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've many curious things to show you when you are there."

And as I recounted those words slowly to myself, I felt that flutter in my stomach begin to radiate out...a warm glow that spread lower...And I wasn't afraid. It secretly thrilled me. This was dangerous. Without a doubt. His web was very large and very enticing, and I knew instinctively that many flies would have voluntarily went up Charles' winding stairs..."ne'er to come down again." And I knew, if I wasn't careful, there was a chance neither would I.

To my surprise, Charles looked away first. And part of me rejoiced at that. Straightening up, he looked past me for a moment, and then called out;

"You know, for someone who professes to hate boats and the water Mike, you sure do look a little love-struck."

I heard you chuckle a way behind me, before hollering back;

"Well, I've never seen one like this. Its magnificent. I just never expected it to be so...so..."

At that moment, just as you paused, floundering to think of a suitably impressive adjective, Charles reached out, taking my hand in his, guiding me across the low step onto the deck. My gaze was still fixed on his, and he returned it once more, just as you finally found the word you had been seeking...your voice rising a little louder than you probably intended...

"BIG!!"

Our faces were just inches apart, our eyes locked on each others, so I saw the flash of amused irony there at your words, and without looking away from me, he dropped his voice noticeably. Dropped it so low that I was sure you wouldn't have heard his response. And just in case I wasn't sure, the look in his eye and the smile on his lips left me in no doubt that he never intended you to.

"What about you Jane? Something tells me...you already knew."

All I could think of right then, was that I was glad you couldn't see my face as I felt myself actually blush. The fleeting memory of my thumb brushing against his ample member caused the colour to rise across my chest, up my neck and dance across my cheeks. And I still couldn't tear my eyes from him. That unspoken connection I had felt the previous night was still there. In fact, it was stronger in that moment. It was entirely tangible to me. I felt it in the way he looked at me and in the way he made me feel when I was under his gaze. I felt it in my stomach. A physical knot. A heaviness there. But not in an unpleasant way. In an excitable way. And of course I felt him in my loins, and in every single one of my erogenous zones. And I also knew no man had ever physically affected me like this before.

Not even Harry, who I'd known in my distant past, a long time before I met you. Harry...he still made me smile. It was never love, not close. But, in my most secret place, if someone had put a gun to my head and asked who the best sex I'd ever had in my life was...who was my best fuck, it would have been Harry...hands down. He never made love to me. He never stirred the feelings and emotions like you did, and still do. Nobody has ever done that or ever will. Mine and Harry's connection was purely a physical one but he did things to me and touched me in places that no man had done before or since. And yet, even with the lust and passion that Harry fuelled inside me, I never felt anything like this before.

I was trying to think of a response. Something witty, slightly flirty...but words had escaped me and then he looked away once more, down towards the harbour. And then he was moving past me, extending his hand to guide you aboard.

"Mike...great to see you again. You had me worried for a minute there my friend. I thought we were going to have to leave you on the quay." He snaked a huge arm around your shoulder, and I had to smile at the slightly awkward look on your face as you caught my eye. You looked comical together. My sweet Mike, dwarfed by this huge, muscular arm.

"Isn't it amazing babes?" I purred, grinning at you both.

You nodded, a little awkwardly with what looked like a huge black anaconda wrapped around your neck. "It is. Its beautiful. I wouldn't want to even think how much of one of these must cost."