The Awakening - Jane Pt. 04

It took a little time to slowly navigate out of the small harbour, so I had happily laid back on those sumptuous cushions, sipping my delicious cocktail, soaking up the rays whilst Charles drifted in and out of my thoughts. I was in heaven, surrounded by such luxuriant decadence; the type of which I had never been exposed to before. That simple fact was magnified ten fold by the knowledge that the architect of all of this was seemingly as taken with me, as I was with him. And laid there, as his guest, there was no doubt in my mind that the flirty feelings I had experienced the night before had evolved, and deepened to the point where I had a serious crush on him. And with a delightful sense of flirty expectation, I knew he was attracted to me too.

It was difficult to avoid scrutinising the man, and damn near impossible to not reach a stunning conclusion. He literally ticked all the boxes to the point where I wondered whether he actually possessed any faults at all. I was damned if I could find one so far. I couldn't say that about many men in my life. If any. And that included you. Luckily, I had learnt to accept yours, and in a way, they made me love you even more. But Charles...he was perfection in a way that instantly, and instinctively appealed to me on so many levels; intellectually, emotionally, physically, financially. And sexually. No man had ever done that before.

So as I laid back that morning, casting my gaze all around, I struggled to recall a time when I had felt so alive. The attraction to Charles was a big part of that, and whilst I was somewhat conflicted about how I was beginning to feel, as those feelings were tinged with guilt and made me feel a little edgy; they also made me feel deliciously revitalised. Our subtle flirting had woken parts of me that had been left to languish and hibernate for so long, I had almost lost of sight of who I used to be. Over the years, slowly but surely, the seductive temptress had been put to bed by the safe, loyal and loving home maker. The slightly deviant, slutty little kitten had been mollified by the maternal nest maker and ambitious career woman. As I laid there, looking out at the horizon, my thoughts swimming in my mind, it was a heady moment of enlightenment as I recollected some of those long forgotten traits, and who I had once been. She had been gently chipping away inside me, fingers scraping at the walls for years, and now Charles had seemingly amplified her voice inside my head. He had given her a platform to shout from, and now I heard her clearly, and those walls were starting to crumble little by little.

Maybe the setting had something to do with it too. For it was a glorious feast for the eyes. The sky was brilliant blue, with hardly a trace of cloud. The sun, blazed down on the crystal clear, almost turquoise water, and the coastline that stretched out before us as we lazily skirted around this wonderful island was breath-taking. I had to smile to myself, as my gaze swept across the sand, watching my fellow sun worshippers laid out on their loungers. Almost to a person, like a mini Mexican wave, they craned their necks and peered over their sunglasses as we cruised past them. I knew you and Charles were up top, at the wheel, and every now and again, a lovely creature in a swimsuit would shout a faint greeting and wave, and I pictured you both smiling and waving back. I figured Charles would have had his fair share of admirers at the resort, and I couldn't help but smile smugly to myself as I thought of the envious looks I would inevitably be getting, draped so regally across the huge daybed.

As we continued on our cruise, the view began to change, and the idyllic sandy beaches gradually turned into long stretches of rocky shores, fringed with palms, dotted every now and again with tiny huts which appeared to be make shift bars. Eventually though, they too disappeared and I caught a glimpse of the real Jamaica. Wild and barren. And it was beautiful.

I had been happy to entertain myself for that first hour or so. I had plenty to occupy my thoughts, and in that frame of mind, I wasn't sure I trusted myself around Charles with a bottle of suntan oil. So it was just me and my thoughts, reflecting on what so far been an unexpectedly exciting holiday whilst I worked on my tan. But just as I began to sense a tinge of curiosity at where you both were...I heard a deep voice behind me;

"Now that's a view to die for..."

I looked up, head turning and smiled. Charles was stood on the deck above, gazing down at me. I raised myself up a little, resting on my elbows. I had removed the chiffon top as we had set off, and was now laid in my bikini...my full breasts barely contained by the thin material and the straps, tied in a knot behind my neck straining with the weight of my ample bosom. My long legs stretched out before me. I was hoping he would appear soon as I wanted him to see me, and I gazed back at him, he smiled.

"Not many people get to see this part of the island," he continued. "Its wild and untamed. "That's the bit I love the most."

I felt a tiny tingle between my thighs as I processed the possible implied meaning of his words, and slowly turned towards him, shifting onto my side, my head resting on my hand. My other arm snaking around my waist and under my heavy breasts so they rested against my wrist. I knew from that angle, he would have a perfect view of my deep cleavage and to my surprise, I found myself tilting my shoulder a little, which pushed my full breasts together even more.

And for the briefest of moments, I saw his eyes drop to them before returning to hold my gaze. This was getting very intense, and I caught myself suddenly. My conscience gently pricking me. 'Be careful Jane' she seemed to whisper. And suddenly, the boldness I had felt before waned just a shade, and the flirty retort on the tip of my tongue stayed there as I smiled and nodded;

"Yes, it is rather magical. I can see why you love it so much. And this is such a wonderful way to explore it. I'd never have thought to do something like this."

He exhaled deeply; "Yes it is. And like most things in life, those places you have to dig a little deeper to find, when you have to stray off the beaten track somewhat...they always give the most satisfaction when you finally discover them."

He said that, without even a hint of irony or amusement. His eyes locked on mine. I wasn't silly or naïve enough to miss the hidden meaning in his words but all I could do was nod as I was now very aware of my nipples once more. How did he do that? I wondered.

"Yes." I said somewhat quietly. And then, in an attempt to cool his ardour just a little;

"So what have you done with my husband Charles? I was starting to wonder if you'd thrown him overboard."

He laughed. "Well...the thought had crossed my mind." And at that, he turned and disappeared from view for a moment. I could hear him chuckling quietly to himself as he climbed down the steps from the upper deck, and then he emerged, strolling casually through the lounge area towards me. I swung my legs around and sat up, trying to look as demure as I could, which was a struggle with my long, supple legs, and vast bosom exposing so much bare flesh.

"Would you like another drink Jane?" he asked, stooping a little to collect my now empty glass. His eyes never leaving mine

My stomach lurched again under his gaze. The man had a knack of triggering very real physical sensations just in the way he looked at me.

I smiled sweetly. "Yes please Mr Bar-Man."

He winked, and smiled. "Oh, and Mike is fine. I've let him drive for a while." He looked up, squinting into the sun a little. "About another twenty minutes and we will reach this amazing little beach. You cant get to it inland so its perfect. A tiny piece of your very own paradise."

"Sounds wonderful." I purred.

"I'll drop anchor, and we can head to shore. But don't worry, its shallow up to about sixty...maybe seventy metres out so its great for swimming. If you want to go a bit deeper, we can grab the snorkels?"

"Perfect." The sweep of excitement at seeing Charles in his swimsuit was swiftly quietened by a flash of guilt. "Do you mind if I head up top and find Mike? I just want to check how he's feeling."

"Sure. I'll sort these drinks and then I'll follow you up. I'll even let you take a turn at the wheel if you fancy it, whilst Mike gets changed?"

I laughed a little nervously as I eased myself off the large couch, standing before him and turning to look up into his eyes. "You would trust me with this thing?" Eyeing him a little sceptically. "What happens if we hit something?"

He had an amused frown on his handsome face as he held up my glass in front of me and dropped several ice cubes into it; "Jane, these are the only icebergs you need to worry about out here."

I giggled, but he held my gaze before asking;

"What car do you drive?"

I looked at him, trying not to smile; "I have a Seven series BMW."

He gave me a penetrating look; "Ok, so you're hardly 'Driving Miss Daisy' then. Now, if you had said a Mini, I might have been worried for a minute."

My smile deepened; "My first car was a Mini Cooper."

He smirked; "Big step up in size between a Mini and a Seven Series, Jane. But if you can handle a big engine and chassis like that...this thing will be a breeze."

"I haven't bumped it yet." I replied, my eyes twinkling.

We just gazed at each other and I smiled. It struck me, just how natural this felt. He was in all sense and purposes, a stranger. Yet, it was so easy being around him. And then my mind shifted, and I was suddenly very aware of his physical presence. We were stood quite close, as I had unwittingly invaded his intimate space when I had risen from the daybed, and yet, he hadn't leant back, or shifted his weight at all. He had just stood before me, like a piece of granite. Patient, and serene. That smile...so assured and full of confidence. It wasn't quite a smirk, but it gave me a sense that he knew something that I didn't know. Or maybe he just knew everything I knew. And that thought gave me a tiny flutter in my chest. My large, heaving chest which was just a hairs breadth from brushing against him.

"What colour is it?" He asked quietly. That smile never leaving his face.

It was a simple question. But it had a pronounced effect for some reason, and I felt my cheeks begin to flush as I continued to hold his gaze.

"Black." I said quietly.

His eyes creased into a smile, and then he politely stepped back a little, extending his hand towards the lounge; "Shall we?" he breathed.

And, as we turned together, I felt that powerful need to touch him return and I let my hand rest for a moment on his arm as he let me step past him. His arm dropping to my lower back, guiding me into the lounge and a delicious shiver ran down my spine.

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I found you at the wheel. A look of concentration on your handsome face. I felt a hint of mild relief at seeing you there, and stepped up softly behind you, wrapping my arms around your shoulders. My large breasts were gently mashed against your back and the sensation as my nipples grazed against your shirt, and of your weight pressed against them, was wonderful and a faint moan escaped my lips...

"Mmmmm...How you doing baby?" I whispered in your ear.

You smiled, leaning back and locking your lips to mine clumsily; "I'm loving this." You exclaimed excitedly.

I laughed; "I can tell. I thought I'd lost you." I rested my head against your back, and closed my eyes, enjoying being close to you. Your familiar touch and smell grounded me again, and allowed me to quieten sleeping beauty as she was feeling a little dizzy after the moment downstairs with Charles.

I felt your chest rise and fall, your arms tense and relax as you guided us towards what appeared to be a stretch of white sand, carved into a gulf in the rocks just a few hundred yards in the distance. I imagined the concentrated look on your face and smiled.

Tilting my head to breathe in your ear;

"Are you feeling ok baby? No sickness or anything?"

"Nooooo babe. I'm fine. Charles gave me some tablets earlier which seemed to have done the trick. I feel great. In fact...";

I felt you half turn and whisper back;

"I love this boat. I want one!"

I let out an amused groan of resignation and laughed; "I knew it. You've certainly changed your tune haven't you?"

"Well, you've always said...'boys and their toys' baby. And this is some toy."

I rolled my eyes a little; "Well, be nice to Charles and you never know..."

I heard a soft chuckle and then a deep voice from the steps behind me;

"You never know...what?"

We both turned as Charles appeared, a large cocktail glass in each hand. You laughed; "Oh I was just telling Jane how much I'd love one of these."

"But...they are a little out of our price range aren't they dear." I interjected swiftly.

"Just a bit." you added, a little dejectedly.

Charles smiled as he offered me one of the tall glasses; "Oh I don't know...if you sold that car of yours Jane, you could buy Mike a nice Sunseeker. They aren't that expensive you know."

You snorted; "Charles, have you go any idea how much she loves that car!"

I took a sip of my cocktail, and looked at you both, feigning innocence, pouting as I gently shrugged my shoulders;

"Well, if you really loved me Mike, you'd let me keep my car, and buy me my own boat..."

Charles winced and groaned playfully; "I can tell you have your hands full with this one Mike. I was almost beginning to envy you..."

You laughed; "You have no idea. Really...no idea." And then you slid your free arm around my shoulders and lightly kissed my temple as Charles took the wheel from you.

I was watching Charles from beneath my arched brow but he had his back to us. I noticed his wide shoulders beneath his polo shirt, tapering to his narrow waist. Sleeping Beauty reared her head once more, and the sassy playfulness I was feeling brought a number of flirty responses to mind, but I deliberately pushed them back down. For another time I thought. I was still having to catch myself around you both, as I was fearful of hurting your feelings. I knew that as confident and secure as you were, if I was to be too full on with Charles, you wouldn't like it at all. But saying that, Sleeping Beauty noted each one of his subtle comments and throwaway compliments.

He turned to us and smiled; "Who's up for a dip?"

The engines smoothly powered down. Our steady pace beginning to slow, and I could see the beautiful sandy cove looming before us. It was as Charles had described. An idyllic crescent moon of brilliant white sand, edged with palms, almost horizontal above the translucent water which gently lapped against the shore. Surrounded on one side by sheer rock, it was a tiny, unspoilt piece of paradise.

We both smiled. It looked amazing.

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We headed down the steps, through the lounge and out onto the sundeck. I just gazed at the tiny beach as I sipped my cocktail which spread out before us. My thoughts were on Charles though, and the giddy realisation that very soon I would be seeing that body in a swimsuit.

He must have read my mind at that moment as he called out to you;

"Mike, if you head into the master suite downstairs, there are some spare shorts you can try on."

"Great, thanks."

Now, I wasn't sure whether it was for Dutch courage, or just that you really liked the flavour, but you downed your cocktail in one gulp.

"Wont be long." And with a smile, you turned and head back into the lounge.

"Grab yourself a beer from the chiller when you head back Mike." Charles boomed after you.

I looked at him, giving him an amused, but disapproving look. God, it was difficult not to flirt with him when you weren't around, and I found myself saying teasingly;

"Are you trying to get my husband drunk Mr Barman?"

Sitting back on the couch, and crossing my long legs, giving him a coy look beneath my lashes.

He just stood there. That smile on his face; "Now what makes you think that?"

And before I had chance to answer, with his gaze locked on mine, he casually removed his polo shirt. Pulling it easily over his head and laying it down beside me. And I knew. Never mind Sleeping Beauty who had just fainted...I was in trouble. The man was beautiful. In fact, beautiful didn't do him justice. He was mesmerising. His body was smooth, dark and sculptured to perfection. I just sat there, raising my glass to my lips as my gaze slowly swept over him. I had never been this close to a man with such a gorgeous body before, in the flesh anyway and just looking at him was triggering some very real physical responses deep inside me.

I had never been attracted to big, muscly guys. But as I sat there, it was though all of my preconceptions, physical preferences and lust triggers, which had been slowly formed and shaped during my entire adult life, were seemingly being wiped and reprogrammed by this sublime specimen, and it was happening right before me as my eyes clamoured over every single inch of lean, defined muscle and sinew.

One thing I had always found attractive, were broad shoulders. Charles' shoulders were vast, like two polished marble boulders. His arms, knotted with muscles hung by his sides. His chest was magnificent. His pecs looked like they had been slowly chiselled by a team of stone masons out of black marble, which tapered to his narrow waist. Oh my gawd! His stomach...I nearly stood and applauded at that moment. Eight perfectly symmetrical ridges of abdominal muscle which rippled and tensed as he moved. There couldn't have been a gram of fat anywhere on him, and yet I would have bet my car, my house and my life on the fact that he had never set foot in a gym. This man was a genetic wonder. As prime a specimen of pure manliness that you could ever hope to find.

I realised I was still holding my cocktail glass, lips parted, but not actually drinking. It must have only been a matter of a second, but it felt like I had been ogling him for hours. My nipples were hard, and aching once more, and I knew I was wet. And as I tore my gaze from his torso, locking eyes with him once more, I saw how they sparkled...This was a man who knew all too well the effect his body had on women. Married, single, dead...possibly. He didn't care.

I took a long, slow sip of my drink. Buying myself some time to try and starting thinking coherently once more before I uttered another word.

"You were right about the view Charles" I cooed softly.

He smiled. "Oh?"

"To die for..."

----

Just at that moment, I heard the fridge open and the clinking of glass bottles.

"Beer anyone? Jane, there's some Estrella if you want one baby?" I heard you shout from just behind us.

At that moment, I felt a faint tinge of apprehension. I had always told you how much I loved your body, and I did. But I was conscious that your ego might take a hit the moment you clapped eyes on our new friend without his shirt on. Not that you had a bad body, not at all. It was just Charles looked that good. And, without being cruel, you couldn't compete with that torso. Nobody outside of the NFL or NBA could, and even then, some of those guys would pale against Charles' physique. Part of me hoped it wouldn't phase you at all. That the confident, assured you would dismiss it out of sight. I had never known you to be jealous of anyone. And you weren't an insecure man by any means. When your confidence had taken a hit in the past, it had always been through work issues and you had always bounced back quickly. One thing you were good at, was putting things in perspective. And I hoped this would serve you well now, so that any discomfort you felt standing in Charles' impressive shadow might only last a few moments.