CHAPTER 34

 

 

When they next met, things had changed yet again.

After a wonderful meal with free flowing wine and stimulating conversation, Patricia and Alexandra were in high spirits. The dinner was over, now was the time and out came the travel brochures.

They were going to the Caribbean.

Patricia had finally talked Alexandra into changing her mind. It took begging, pleading and fraudulently playing on her mortality - telling her that she might be dead next week and thus eventually persuading her to making the momentous decision that was destined to change Patricia's life forever - to join her on a Caribbean holiday.

 

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Patricia had only two weeks.

Just two short miniscule weeks to:

Shop for the frivolous things that only women can't do without when going on holiday - like new clothes when their wardrobes are full to bursting; new cosmetics for the tropical climate and sun products, hair protectors, insect deterrents and medical supplies; new sandals that will be uncomfortable in the heat and always give blisters; new sexy lingerie and the briefest of bikini's; luggage and beach bags to put everything in; and last but not least, extra money to pay for the excess baggage!

Also on this list was to book Portia puppy into her wonderful regular kennels where the owners treated her like one of the family; and arrange to leave ‘Escape' in Bella's capable hands to make all the arrangements and prepare for the next dinner party - to be held the day after Patricia's return from the Caribbean.

Well, she made it by the skin of her teeth; and a nervous, apprehensive and excited Patricia locked the barn door and walked away, to experience the dream she was chasing.

 

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As the plane soared into the bleak grey sky, leaving England and normality behind, the two women toasted each other in champagne; they had counted the days, hardly able to wait for their adventure to begin.

They had met through Patricia's dinner party venture for single people and connected immediately. During the six short weeks they had known each other, they had never stopped talking, enjoying each other's company and sharing the same sense of humor. The major common denominator in their friendship was the added bonus of their shared passion, Men. In this mutual interest they knew there would never be a problem, jealousy would never come into play in their relationship, as they were such extreme opposites. Never a teenager, Patricia needed to make up for the lost time that her friend had experienced for years.

Patricia was dark and sultry with Alexandra the original blonde bombshell!

There could be no two friends so different and diversely opposite in every respect, from the way they looked to the way they thought and acted.

Patricia was the taller with long wild black hair and luminous green eyes. Her looks were almost exotic, and until she started to travel widely she had no idea that she didn't look English.

She was quick, spontaneous and a little crazy compared to most people, acting first and thinking about the consequences later. She had a mission in life - she was determined to chase her dreams and live life to the extreme whatever the cost.

She was free for the first time in her whole life and she had to find out what living was all about, or die trying. Her friends and family thought her crazy but she didn't care she had to take a gamble. To Patricia the risk was negligible, as she had nothing to lose - only money! The uncertainty of her future was exciting, but to someone like Alexandra it was like a time bomb waiting to go off, terrifying.

Alexandra enjoyed a more settled life always looking to the future, but the future Patricia had pointed out many times before, could be over at any given second. Try as she may Patricia could never convince Alexandra to be a little wild and crazy like her, but at least a Caribbean adventure was a start in the right direction.

Alexandra was a petite vivacious blonde with blue eyes, a baby voice and a peaches and cream complexion. She was a Private Secretary and looked every inch the part- from her short blonde hair teased to perfection, to her sexy walk with a wiggle. She was never without her high heels {I will go to my grave in them} that always seemed to accentuate the movement of her ample breasts as she walked, always taking the most obscenely tiny steps. She is the blonde stereotype that men fantasize about. With her curvaceous figure and an appealing magnetism she was the ultimate seducer, as Patricia soon found out!

Alexandra is a ‘Master of the Game'; and to watch her in action is a feat not to be missed.

Patricia would observe the process in envy and amazement, watching her throw out the line and reel them in, with the men at all times under the misguided assumption that they had landed Her!

Everything was on her terms; she told them exactly what they wanted to hear, giving her total control and making them putty in her hands. While staying cool she played on the male susceptible ego, always coming out the Winner.

Alexandra was Patricia's role model.

She was entertained and astonished by Alexandra's success so many times, that perhaps, just perhaps, she would put it to the test herself, one Saturday evening!

Alexandra jolted Patricia awake from her daydreaming by asking her what man, or men had created the look of sheer ecstasy upon her face.

Little did she know that it was her and her escapades!

 

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The journey to St Lucia was long but entertaining. Patricia and Alexandra had a wonderful rapport going between them, enjoying each other's company to the full. They got steadily and happily intoxicated, with Alexandra reminiscing in detail about past love affairs to Patricia's complete fascination, but obviously to the disgust of a passenger in front of them. It took them hours to stop laughing after the loud reprimand from the large, fat, frumpy women who appeared without any warning, rising up from behind the seat in front of them. Looming up, her angry face red and distorted, she shouted at the top of her voice that she was sick to death of hearing about Alexandra's sexual conquests and especially how accomplished she was at giving “Head!“

They were like a couple of kids, first open mouthed in amazement, then collapsing into unrestrained laughter each time they looked at each other, with Alexandra naughtily whispering “ Jealous!“ but making sure the dragon lady could hear her.

By the time they arrived at their destination at two o'clock in the morning the girls were running on overdrive, tired but happy.

 

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St.Lucia was one of the bitterest disappointments in Patricia life.

In the first light of day nothing was as she had dreamed or imagined it would be. The misleading travel brochures must have photographed the resort through a rose colored lens as the hotel was nothing but a concrete jungle. It may have been modern and luxurious but to Patricia it was disgusting, as even their bungalow on the beach was just a concrete cube. Where was the Paradise she was searching for? They could have been in Spain!

She was expecting a tropical island setting instead of a commercialized monstrosity. Patricia wanted tranquility, beauty, white sand and palm trees swaying down to an azure sea. She was sure that somewhere on the island there were such things, but not here. Alexandra told her that an Island Paradise costs a little more than they could afford, and to stop moaning. They were in the sun, in the Caribbean and they would have to make the best of it

Before leaving for St. Lucia, Alexandra's boss had suggested that while they were in the Caribbean they pay a visit to the Grenadine Islands, as it was as near to Paradise as one could get. That same day with Patricia being so unhappy with the hotel, they decided to book the flight, hoping that there were seats available during the first week of their stay. There was, and the West Indian girl in charge of bookings asked the inevitable question, only to get the truth from a disgruntled Patricia. “Do you like my Caribbean,“ she smilingly asked in a wonderful sing song voice, to which Patricia abruptly replied; “ Probably, if I saw the real beauty that the devious holiday companies seem to have mislead us with.“ They stayed talking to her for a while with the girl agreeing with Patricia's outspoken observations and also sympathizing with her disappointment, but informing her that if she didn't like the Grenadine Islands she would be very hard to please! Laughing they walked away, with Alexandra's words penetrating the squawking of the multicolored tropical birds flying around:

“You had better stop moaning now. I want to enjoy this holiday you forced me to take, because, as I told you dear friend, Spain would have done for me!“

Almost back at their bungalow, they heard the out of breath cries coming from behind them. Turning, they encountered arms flying in all directions trying to get their attention, and shouting from a sweating beaming vivid black face: “ Patricia, Patricia, do you want to stay in Paradise?“

The girl who had booked their flight to the Grenadines was offering them, at no extra cost, a transfer to a Tropical Island destination for the remainder of their stay. The hotel was overbooked and they were short of a luxury beach side bungalow. Would the girls like to leave at dawn the next day?

Would they like to, that was the understatement of the century - they couldn't wait!

Fate entered and encompassed Patricia's life once more, making her dreams become a reality.

 

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Dawn broke the coming of day, and with it came the beginning of a phase so diversely different, Patricia's life was to change forever.

After feverishly throwing their clothes haphazardly back into suitcases they had only meticulously emptied the day before, the tired women left for the airport. After two hours of bouncing along dirt tracks, through Banana Plantations and engulfing rainforests and actually fording a stream, they were there. The flight was being called as they handed their new tickets and passports to a guy that was still asleep on his feet. He stamped it, seemingly unconscious and operating by remote control, as he was still snoring, not even realizing that they had ever been there.

They ran onto the Tarmac only to pull up short, as the ever-vigilant Alexandra had noticed that there was only one plane waiting. It wasn't the type of plane they expected, it was one looking like a stunt plane from the Twenties. It was an island hopping twin-propelled plane that looked very fragile after the 747 they had arrived on. Alexandra said she wasn't getting on a thing like that without a parachute strapped to her body but Patricia was already walking up the wobbly steps. Patricia shouted over the deafening noise of the propeller for her to hurry up and to remember her mortality, if they crashed she wouldn't feel a thing!

After a few moments, Alexandra reluctantly joined her friend in the cramped seats, giving her a sideways look of disgust and defeat as she warily belted up. The plane was so old that even Patricia was beginning to have her doubts as it taxied down the runway. Swaying, creaking and groaning it was insanely navigated around potholes by the score as it tried to build up enough speed for take off. Bouncing crazily down the runway, the sound of the engine grew louder and then deafening, with the vibrations shaking the plane as if it was a toy. It needed a miracle and that's what they got as suddenly the tiny plane soared up into the blue sky like a majestic bird. Soon the earsplitting noise was replaced with a complacent purr as it flew them over treetops and headed confidently out to sea, with them forgiving all.

Smiling, Patricia put her arm around her frightened friend and hugged her. Alexandra said “ You can wipe that silly smile off your face, we still have to get down!“ But as she started to relax she began to see the funny side of it, especially when Patricia pointed out that no one could hear her above the creaking of the plane if she wanted to continue her reminiscences of her “Blow Job“ successes.

Their time in the air was languidly spent looking down upon the most breathtaking scenery Patricia had ever seen in her whole life.

It took her breath away - it was a different world. A world of reefs and island's set in the midst of brilliant blues and greens, with the sea reflecting like the facets in a sparkling Diamond. White sand illuminated foliage and palms, reefs of Coral occasionally broke the surface of a landscape almost made translucent by the brilliant sun. Brilliant white sails of an occasional yacht suddenly appeared on the horizon, enhancing the calm and tranquility as it transported its passengers to unknown destinations - moving slowly and almost motionlessly in a passage governed solely by the trade winds.

All too soon they were over their destination. The Captain told them that they were about to land on a small island called Cava that boasted just one hotel and without a proper airport. He added that they were lucky to be visiting such a beautiful place and he hoped they enjoyed their stay.

By the time Alexandra got Patricia's attention, by speechlessly pointing a shaking hand towards the window, both the girls didn't think that it was possible, that just below them and coming up fast to meet them was a field!

The field was the landing strip, and the landing was even bumpier than the take off, and that was saying something. The plane came to a shuddering, abrupt halt on the burnt dry field sending up dense clouds of dust making their visibility, nil. For quite a while they sat in their seats recovering from yet another trauma of the journey and waited for the steps to be put in place. Squinting up their eyes as they adjusted to the brilliant sunshine, the girls descended onto terra firma and heaved a sigh of relief.

Alexandra inquired where the customs was located, only to be told that it was in the wooden building facing them that could easily have been taken for a garden shed in size and structure. After they had cleared the customs, which in it self was a joke, they started to see the funny side of things wondering what else could happen!

 

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A large Range Rover leaving clouds of dust in it's wake, vigorously sped at neck-breaking speed across the field towards the stationary plane; then turning sharply in a wide circle it stopped abruptly, churning up large clumps of dead grass in a stupidly ostentatious display by the driver.

A large black guy then lethargically emerged with a smile on his sweaty face and started slowly to load the piles of luggage from the plane to the Rover. Alexandra and Patricia, with fingers crossed, watched the frustrating operation praying that their cases were amongst the piles covered in the settling dust.

That would have been the last straw they both voiced as their luggage miraculously came into view. They were told to squeeze into the front seat next to the sweaty, smelly driver on another bumpy journey to their hotel. On the way there Alexandra said in her baby voice: “ Well my friend, do you think we could have made just a tiny, weeny mistake leaving St. Lucia for the primitive island lifestyle, and God help you if I haven't got a Bloody shower.“ Without admitting it, Patricia thought Alexandra had a point, as coming into view through the swirling dust, was yet another wooden structured building almost engulfed by enormous trees. Thank goodness it was bigger than the Customs Shed but it hadn't any sides, it was open to the elements.

As their vehicle drew up in front of the primitive thatched building they jumped out and just stood looking at each other. Then, with a shrug of their shoulders they collapsed into fits of giggles to the amazement of the driver and shouted in a very unladylike way: “What the Hell - Don't Worry be Happy“!

 

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They soon found out that the island and the hotel were French owned. Wow!

What a bonus - amazing food, wine, and with a bit of luck, handsome, sexy French men.

Their accommodation was breathtakingly lovely, which came as a surprise after their first view of the side -less main building. They were introduced to a spacious Caribbean bungalow on the beach, surrounded by gardens full of sweet smelling tropical flowers and trees. They shared a large attractive airy bedroom, with massive patio windows overlooking the bay and the reef beyond.

The island was spectacular yet serenely tranquil, isolated from the outside world, a place where time stood still. It was very up-market but low-key, primarily catering for the affluent wanting to escape the rat race and get back to nature, but with a few of life's little luxuries on tap.

Palms swayed in the warm trade winds, lemon, lime and mango trees laden with ripe fruit for the picking surrounded the hotel, giving guests welcoming shade from the fierce sun. Hibiscus grew wild, vivid blooms the size of tea-plates vying for space between magnolia's, honeysuckle and birds of paradise. The beach bordering the hotel itself was spectacular, with sand shaded from a brilliant white to the palest pink which had been fashioned by the crushing of many hues of Coral from the off shore reef. The sea was a multitude of colors, ranging from the palest Aquamarine as it lapped against the sand, to the deepest Jade, as it ranged depthless beyond the protective reef. Innumerable palms swayed, many emerging from the sand imparting shade to the avid, but sometimes-stupid sunbather; time just a memory as they leisurely reclined on their sun beds, glimpsing a brilliant blue sky through the hypnotic fronds of the palm trees.

Later, standing on the beach overlooking the calm transparent sea, Patricia knew that this was the Paradise she had been searching for, the Euphoria that until now had eluded her.

Positioned at an angle just off the beach to catch the cooling trade winds, stood the oblong thatched main building containing the dining room, bar and dance floor. It's rustic beauty was enhanced by the wide veranda encircling it and the sound of wave's lapping and surging against the supporting stilts where it extended itself over the sea.

It was here every evening in this tropical setting that Caribbean tradition took over. Suspended over the sea on this magical island they were served the legendary Sundowner drinks.

Wonderful Rum Punches are the custom of the West Indies, but due to the increase of tourism, cocktails, gin and tonics, champagne and even beer is consumed to the disgust of the locals.

Relaxing back in the thick cushioned, white Rattan chairs with a drink in hand they watched the luminous sun slowly disappear below the horizon knowing that this would surely be an impossible act to follow.

Much later, protected from the wind by beautiful glass bowls, many candles the color of rich jewels were lit by the accommodating staff giving the evening a romantic feel. In the balmy breeze with palms swaying under the moonlight, a very relaxed Patricia and Alexandra agreed that they must have a guiding star shining down upon them, as they walked a few faltering steps to dine on Lobster and Champagne.

The dining room, a gourmet's Paradise was situated at the far end of the main building. Running the whole length of one wall and suspended between large smooth boulders, was an enormous charcoal grill and a serving area. This eye-catching feature was decorated with the most ornate of ceramic tiles, and had a background of tropical plants and trees. Each evening from this flower-strewn room, mounds of freshly caught lobsters, fish and succulent steaks were grilled and served with the most exotic of sauces prepared by a top French chef.

During dinner that first evening the tired but deliriously happy women made a pact as they soon realized that a romantic French accent could easily lead them astray.

The pact was that no matter how involved they became with the opposite sex, they would spend each day together and always join each other for dinner, after that it was a free for all in the male stakes.

 

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Patricia and Alexandra awoke late the next morning to the sound of birds, the perfume of tropical flowers and the warm sunshine brilliantly streaming through their windows. They had to pause many times at the breathtaking view as they rushed to breakfast, hardly able to believe they were in such a beautiful place.

While they were devouring their food with relish they were informed that every day, if required, lunch would be served on a tropical island. There was a Catamaran and a Yacht always at the guest's disposal, sailing every day except Sundays to a different island where they could snorkel and swim while the staff prepared lunch on the beach. They looked at each other and grinned, both agreeing, who needed men anyway! They already had it all, even if it was for only two weeks.

Late eating their breakfasts, and chatting away like most women do, they had to rush like hell for their first ever sail. Most of the hotel guests had already boarded the boats as they arrived out of breath at the end of the long jetty. Squinting their eyes up against the glaring sun they could see a dinghy ferrying the passengers to the anchored boats and it was now heading directly towards them.

Patricia could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the guy driving it. He was stunning. He was tall, with long black curling hair pushed behind his ears and a tanned body to die for. She nudged Alexandra, and in a most unladylike way said, “ He's mine!“ To which her bosom friends reply was: “ Rock on, some chance.“

To Patricia's bitter disappointment, after only brief eye contact with the young French hunk, he dropped them off at the Catamaran and headed directly back to the yacht.

Patricia told Alexandra that she would make sure she was a passenger on the Yacht the next day even if she had to miss breakfast, to which Alexandra replied: “On your own then my friend.“ “Why?“ Patricia wanted to know, as both the boats had the same destination. “ I can't swim,“ Alexandra exclaimed in embarrassment, “ and I'm not going on a yacht that tilts sideways, I've watched it and I would be frightened.“ “Ok my friend I will just have to restrain myself until the evening to make my ultimate conquest,“ Patricia laughingly exclaimed.

The hunk soon forgotten, they settled themselves on board the Catamaran, legs hanging over the side, sunglasses adjusted, bikini tops discarded, towels at the ready and suntan lotion applied. Then they were off. The anchor was winched up and the enormous white sails hoisted by two very agile black guys. One was the Captain and one was the mate. Both were tall and slim with the ebony physiques of body builders. “ Oooohh, big boys,“ Alexandra exclaimed. “ Down girl you will have to put up with me during daylight hours don't forget,“ said a laughing Patricia.

They had never enjoyed themselves so much considering that neither of them had ever sailed before, it was so exhilarating and exciting that Alexandra even forgot her perfectly styled hair as the wind whipped it into a frenzy and the waves splashed warm salty water over them periodically.

Rum punches were served during the passageway through the breathtaking Islands en-route to their lunchtime destination, leaving the guests in high spirits by the time they arrived. The crew anchored close to the beach giving them and fellow guest's alike, easy access to the clear aquamarine water to cool and resuscitate their hot salty bodies. Patricia swam while Alexandra splashed around in the shallows, and the poor black guys on the beach tried desperately to concentrate on their work at hand but failed miserably as Alexandra's ample breasts came frequently bouncing into view through the wave's. The yacht arrived and anchored next to the Catamaran but the beach was too crowded with guests and staff for Patricia to catch a glimpse of her hunk. Everywhere there was a frenzy of activity as lunch was prepared over open fires so Patricia went on a long swim oblivious to everything, except the moment.

Lunch was exquisite, not the normal beach food they had expected. Many kinds of meat, prawns and fish in sauces were served with salads and hot bread followed by fruit, sorbet and Ice cream. Chilled wines and Rum Punches continued to flow in an endless stream so that when departure time came, there were satisfied salubrious smiles on everyone's face.

Patricia and Alexandra still couldn't believe their luck at being given the chance to experience a holiday that was way beyond their means financially. It was Paradise, and for a short time they were part of it, even Alexandra was beginning to believe in fate and the Psychic's predictions made to Patricia in England.

They laughed and joked all day, especially when Patricia had had no more than a second fleeting eye contact with Pierre. She had found out his name from the Captain who also divulged that he was the hotel owner's son and was not allowed to fraternize with the guests. Alexandra promptly said that would not be a deterrent for a real Woman!

The sailing over, two very tired, intoxicated and sunburnt females staggered from the Cat only to be told not to miss the evening of the week, a visit from the best Reggae Band in the Islands.

They knew they were completely wrecked and had to sleep to survive.

If this was day one - how could they last the pace of the Islands for two weeks?

They unanimously agreed, as they tumbled into bed after showers and applying after-sun to their exquisitely tanned bodies - What a way to go!

Two sleepy contented women, too tired to talk anymore, set the alarm for dinner, determined not to miss a thing.

 

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After taking a second shower to wake themselves up, Patricia and Alexandra dressed. Alexandra pulled on a Royal Blue silk clinging number, making her hair look blonder against her tan and bringing out the deep cornflower blue of her eyes. Patricia, with her gleaming Gypsy hair, slipped into a short black dress with a split up the one side showing off her long tanned legs, leaving nothing to the imagination. Both the girls were in high heels, which periodically sunk into the sand on the short walk in the dark towards the sound of the Reggae Band. Guests were already dancing as they dined and sat watching the dancers across the room. The first person to catch Patricia's eye at the owner's table was Pierre seated with his mother, father and the hotel manager, Louis. As she smiled at him she was ignored, to Alexandra's amusement. “ You wait, you underestimate me my friend, don't forget I had an excellent teacher, N'est ce Pas!“ teased Patricia.

They finished their meal, accompanied as usual by the intoxicatingly delicious French Champagne and headed across the room through crowds to the dancing area, now realizing why the building was side-less. The evening was lit by moonlight falling out of an inky black sky and helped along by discreetly placed candles in massive glass jars. The trade winds blew, flowing through the building like an undercurrent at sea, powerful but unseen, transforming the night into a divinely cool haven for dancers and band alike.

The music was loud and exciting. Its obvious sexual overtones were displayed by the closeness of the dancers, their bodies wantonly rubbing and gyrating against each other, influenced by the exotic rhythm and alcohol. Patricia and Alexandra watched for a while until their longing to be part of the orgy of dancers took over their English commonsense. No longer able to resist, they succumbed to the many hands dragging them willingly into the midst of depravity.

They lost sight of each other the second they hit the dance floor. Frenziedly dancing with strangers, the champagne encouraged them to leave their inhibitions behind. It was fun and the music was exciting, time passed timelessly. Patricia went to the bar for a drink, as even with the wind blowing, she was hot and thirsty as the dancing had activated her glowing suntan. In front of her, just turning around to face her, was Pierre. He looked at her, raised his eyes and said something she didn't recognize in French and started to walk past her.

Her reputation was at stake here, so she did an ‘Alexandra', and blatantly asked him, “ Do you dance?“ “ Sure lovely lady, why not,“ he said in a sexy accent that made her legs turn to jelly. Taking her by the hand he led her onto the dance floor. Unbelievably the crazy dancing had stopped and even though it was still the Reggae beat, it was now a slow sexual tempo. Pierre took her into his arms and drew her body into him. He held her close, so close that she could feel every muscle of his spectacular body, even his massive erection gyrating against her as they moved slowly to the music. The lights had dimmed until it was now predominately the moonlight that took over the ambiance, dancers were but shadows and couples molded as one. He kissed her, a French kiss that devoured her mouth and the whole of her being, radiating such a craving in her that she had never imagined possible. With his hands moving over every part of her body she responded, touching him openly and wantonly. She wasn't in control of her emotions, receptive to his every touch she never hesitated a second as he took hold of her hand and led her through the dancers towards the beach. Briefly, through the smoky dimness she saw Alexandra as they pushed through the oblivious dancers, her face a picture, at the realization of ‘who' Patricia's companion was. Her openmouthed look of amazement said it all.

Walking along the beach, shoes discarded, the fantasy began.

Pierre paid Patricia numerous flattering compliments as only the French can, and what sane woman wouldn't be susceptible given the chance. Walking along a deserted beach in the moonlight with only the sound of wave's breaking on the powder soft sand and the swishing of the palms vying for the unhearing attention of the lovers, they walked.

Frenziedly, with their arms around each other, they began touching, touching, feeling and exploring. He guided her aimlessly along the surf and away from the festive lights of the Hotel to where sun-beds and thatched parasols lined the beach. Illuminated against the horizon by the full moon, Patricia felt particularly vulnerable as Pierre slipped her dress off her shoulders. Kneeling down in front of her, he slowly rolled it down the length of her body as his mouth devoured her hungry insatiable body until he was teasing, licking and eating at her open nakedness; driving her to the point of carnal insanity as she clutched at his hair. By the time he revealed his naked primed manhood for her to take, she was more than ready. After, Pierre pulled her down towards him on one of the sun-beds; then as her weight joined his it collapsed, throwing them both unceremoniously onto the sand. Thrashing around they tried unsuccessfully to fuck as sand penetrated every crevice of their bodies with the trade winds now whipping the sand into a frenzy.

Patricia pulled herself free of Pierre's body and retrieved her designer dress from beneath the collapsed sun-bed, and luckily her shoes emerged as they poked around in the sand for Pierre's clothes. Brushing off as much sand as possible from her sweaty body it slowly dawned on her, she had a room with a bed in it.

Would Alexandra agree? Well it didn't hurt to ask, she told Pierre as they walked uncomfortably back along the beach towards the welcoming lights.

They found Alexandra contentedly surrounded by doting males, languidly sipping champagne on the candlelit deck. After whispering quietly in her ear, Alexandra raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows, the expression on her face saying it all. She agreed, but one hour was the deadline she set so they hastily made their departure into the darkness and headed towards the bungalow.

Showering and fooling around together, Patricia and Pierre lost all track of time. Never had Patricia experienced such an insatiable craving for any mans body before, he was like a young Greek God, perfect in every respect. They couldn't keep their hands off each other - it was wonderful, fun as well as lust, what a combination. Without any intention of it happening, they fell in a mingled mess of naked body parts, asleep.

The next thing they both knew was the violent pounding on the patio windows accompanied by the screaming, irate voice of Alexandra coming from the balcony. Jumping up like a couple of kids caught in the act, they grabbed at anything to cover their nakedness before opening the window. When they did, they wished they hadn't. Not a pretty sight was the angry, un-poised, ‘completely lost it', Alexandra. Before she could let out any more obscenities from her beautiful but now distorted mouth, Pierre made a hasty, almost naked, exit into the night. To this day they laugh at the spectacle of her storming around the bungalow completely deranged for what seemed like hours, only to burst out laughing when Patricia managed to halt the tirade of words and ask in a small voice, “ Alexandra, are we still friends?“

They laughed and hugged each other as Alexandra told why she had been so bloody, fucking angry. She told Patricia to find the clock, which had fallen under the bed, and look at the time. It was nearly dawn. Alexandra had waited three hours outside, unable to make them hear as in their hurry to copulate they had left the noisy shower running. They found a bottle of wine and toasted their friendship that had survived “it's first major test and the bloody last,“ said Alexandra as she got into bed, remarking that the sun was starting to rise.

 

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The hot tranquil idyllic days carried on, the continuing sails to the Islands in calm glorious weather never changing. Alexandra's skin turned a wonderful Golden brown and Patricia's a deep mahogany, making her look more like a Gypsy than ever before. They felt such freedom, peacefulness and a sense of solitude when they sailed that they kept pinching themselves to make sure they weren't dreaming

Alexandra and Patricia made many friends at the hotel but it was mostly men who joined them each morning for breakfast or lunch on the Islands they visited. They were all French and completely charming, but no man was allowed to interrupt the lovely dining companions as they chattered and laughed, oblivious of the attention they were getting from all the male guests in the candle-lit dining room. So far, Alexandra hadn't found anyone special enough to fall into bed with and was quite content to share her evenings with the multitude that fawned around her while Patricia was away copulating with her handsome young lover.

Patricia continued her intriguing, secretive holiday romance without falling in love with Pierre who she discovered, was the same age as her son. This tit-bit of information didn't go down very well with Alexandra, as she was anxious that her friend would get hurt.

But Patricia had fallen in love. Madly, wildly, crazily, obsessively in love, but not even she herself was aware of it at the time. This love would stay hidden, lying dormant in a state of suspended animation, until, when the reality and longing burst forth from her subconscious, her life would be changed forever.

 

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One starlit evening as Patricia waited in vain for Pierre on the balmy deck sipping Champagne with Alexandra, her friend made the snide comment that she thought that she had been stood up by her ‘Toy Boy' lover. Alexandra said she was pleased as she thought Patricia was getting too involved, and it would be nice for them to spend a girls night together. Patricia was amazed that she had been let down by Pierre as he had said nothing when they met briefly while lunching on the Islands.

Pierre was soon forgotten as they let their hair down once again - dancing, laughing, joking and generally getting slightly tipsy. While Patricia was at the bar waiting to be served someone took hold of her arm and pulled her around to face him. It was Louis, the hotel manager. He looked so different that she hardly recognized him. Gone was his stuffy nerdish authoritarian look, and taking its place was a sexy casual laid back looking guy. She had to do a double re-take, as he looked such a hunk. His hair normally nondescriptly scraped back into a ponytail was streaked blonde and hanging down upon the muscular shoulders that had previously been hidden by the boring conventional managers suit. He wore glasses over blue eyes that twinkled from a tanned and unusually handsome face.

The man was transformed.

“ Where is your boy this evening,“ he asked in his heavily accented voice. “ I've no idea what you are talking about,“ she defensively blurted out, as all along she had been under the misapprehension that no one knew of her secret liaisons. Looking directly into her eyes he gently touched her face, and stroking it said: “ Darling Patricia, you make a big mistake, you choose a boy, when you could have had a man.“ Patricia looked at him in amazement and told him he was crazy, and in embarrassed confusion, walked away. When she arrived back at the table, minus the drinks, she looked down at her empty hands and laughingly said, “Alexandra, you are not going to believe this!“

Louis was the obvious talking point for the rest of the evening as neither of them had even given him a thought. He had never been a starter let alone a contender in their sex stakes. They had a hilarious evening at his expense, so when he approached Patricia and invited her to take a nightcap with him at the bar she agreed. Alexandra encouraged her to join him as she had noticed a stranger sitting on the deck that she wanted to check out.

They both sipped champagne with a dash of freshly squeezed lime juice as Louis bade Good night to the dwindling guests leisurely retiring to their bungalows.

Before long they were alone in the enormous cavernous building lit solely by candlelight. The gentle trade winds blowing through the room started to increase in strength, obliterating candles and stirring Patricia's hair as it quickly became stronger, bringing with it the rain. Rain, the like of which she had never seen before. It came down in a heavy sheet resembling the monsoons of India, with the wind whipping it into a furore as it lashed against the side-less building soaking everything in its wake. Tables and chairs were flying through the air, wet cushions and potted plants overturning like feathers in the near hurricane force wind. Louis and a shoeless Patricia battled against the wind, dragging most of the furniture into the calmer center of the room, but before they could finish, the rain stopped. It stopped as if a switch had been turned to off, leaving a calming void that was almost eerie. Even the palms, that just a few seconds ago were trying to weather the storm, were now hanging limp, exhausted and dejected.

Louis and Patricia looked at each other and laughed. They were both wet and bedraggled with clothes and hair plastered to their bodies looking remarkably like two scarecrows. Patricia had no thought of how she looked and was oblivious to the fact that her thin, clinging wet dress was all but invisible, revealing her curvaceously sexy body. Louis re-lit a few of the extinguished candles then vanished behind the bar returning moments later with a triumphant smile on his face, holding aloft a large bottle of Courvoisier Brandy.

They sat poised on tall stools, just looking at each other in the flickering light when Louis said, “ Will you permit me to do something really disgusting?“ Patricia looked at him and asked; “ What? What the hell could you possibly want to do that could be disgusting.“ He wouldn't say, he just smiled and asked her to think about it, and to trust him.

Two brandies later she said OK, her curiosity getting the better of her judgment.

 

 

Louis put his arm around her and kissed her gently. Then without a word he calculatingly put his hand up her dress, his fingers deftly finding themselves deep inside her wet vagina. Then, after pulling his hand away, he raised his fingers in an exaggerated gesture to his nose and sniffed them as if savoring a vintage Burgundy and said out loud, “Magnifique, The Scent of a Woman, you are magnificent My Patricia!“

Patricia couldn't believe it had happened, she didn't know what to say, she was amazed at his impulsive nerve and was struck dumb with amazement at this quiet introverted guy who had had such audacity to do what no other man had ever done to her.

She laughed to cover her embarrassment and asked him why? Why would he do such a thing to her? Smiling he answered, “ Why not my Patricia, don't you know your sexual scent is an aphrodisiac to all men - especially yours, you are wonderful.“

He then drew her towards him and kissed her lingeringly, her body reacting as if Pierre had never existed.

“Why didn't you choose me - forget Pierre,“ He purred into her ear

“I have, I already have Louis. Louis please make love to me,“ Patricia pleaded..

He reacted to her words by pushing her, tormented, “Patricia I cannot, I will not be second, Louis is never second to any man, especially a boy!“

Patricia was amazed, never had she been rejected like this. She turned and shouted as she walked away into the night, “ Someone is always second, but it takes a real man to accept this, you are obviously not one!“

She reached the bungalow suspended between tears of rejection, and laughter from the irony of it all. She couldn't say how she actually felt, only that she couldn't stop thinking of The Scent of a Woman incident, she couldn't get it out of her mind. It disgusted and excited her but one thing was certain, Patricia didn't take his rebuff lightly or conclusively final. He was her first challenge, and he had no idea of who he was dealing with. For the first time in her life she knew what she was capable of. Louis had opened the floodgate to her sexuality, and she had to have him to stem her hunger, whatever the cost.

Louis without realizing it had made her feel like a real woman, a complete woman, as all her life she had felt sexually inadequate. When she was seventeen her husband had told her she was disgusting down below, revoltingly smelly and as big as an abyss. Now at last she knew, it wasn't her that was flawed, it was his sexual inadequacy and inferior tiny thin cock.

She, Patricia was a sexy, sensual, arresting, desirous woman and proud of it; so watch out Louis!

 

~ ~

 

That evening when Patricia and Alexandra arrived back at the bungalow simultaneously, they both had stories to tell, more delectable talking points to file away in the censored sexual annals of their fabulous Caribbean holiday.

When Patricia divulged her unusual exploits with Louis, Alexandra said her superior example as a role model was responsible for Patricia's unfolding and developing sexuality. They both fell about laughing, especially when she said she thought it was about time to wrap up the lessons, “Schools out my friend, I think the theory is over, now it's only practice that counts. By the way, when did you say you were seeing Louis again?“ Giggling hysterically, they completely cracked up falling all over their beds, both of them holding their aching stomach's as Patricia said, “ Ok then - Beat that, your turn Alexandra.“

“Actually, I must say that I can't beat your creative inventiveness, but content, size and the experience, Yes!“ exclaimed Alexandra.

Alexandra had met, seduced and conquered her holiday romance without the man knowing which planet he was orbiting while Patricia was experiencing the extremities of Louis.

Alexandra's conquest was American and worked for a large company that was building a new holiday complex on the other side of the island. The reason she hadn't seen him before was that he had been off island to recruit labour. His name was Chuck, he was tall and blonde with a body of an athlete, and was a Big Boy! In fact, almost too big Alexandra was proud to disclose in intricately, explicit Technicolor details.

With only a few more days left to run of their holiday, Alexandra said she needed to make up for lost time, also that Chuck had a friend. Not just a friend, but his wealthy boss who had observed Patricia from a distance, and was interested in meeting her.

Alexandra begged and pleaded for them to socialize together for just one evening as a foursome, especially as her toy boy beach-bum lover had unforgivably let her down this evening. Patricia grudgingly agreed, even though the unusual events with Louis had made her completely forget Pierre's absence.

Too tired to talk any more the weary women fell into bed wondering how they were going to survive another four days at this pace; it was three o'clock in the morning when they turned out the lights.

Patricia awoke in the darkened room to the feeling of her face being gently stroked and the whispered voice of her French lover saying, “ My Patricia I have been trying to wake you for fifteen minutes, I am so sorry not to love you this evening. I have to go off island, I cannot let you know, please, please forgive me.“ Without being fully awake she was suddenly aware of a naked Pierre trying to enter her bed and the loud screams of Alexandra. Now fully awakened by her hysterical friend shouting that no bloody French Gigolo was fucking her friend in front of her, and Pierre pleading with her to go with him to his room, Patricia threw a towel around her body and made a hasty exit, followed by an adoring Pierre. Patricia smiled a triumphant smile to herself as they ran along the darkened beach hand in hand, towards his room that was off limits to guests. Alexandra was wrong, he was a nice guy, and he cared.

Pierre was crazy with passion that evening, and noisy with it. He said he was worried she wouldn't see him again, especially as he had to go away for another two days on business - but as their hot craving bodies came together in the most passionate sex of their affair, she wantonly reassured him that she would be waiting.

The next morning, softened by the promise of her new love affair, Alexandra forgave her Pierre's exploits and grudgingly admitted she may have been a little wrong, but he was still a beach bum!

After yet another breathtaking but long day sailing and lunching on the Islands, it was party time again, time to shower and prepare for the evening ahead. Chilled wine accompanied the nurturing and pampering of their stunningly brown and still remarkably slim bodies. How they had survived with all the fantastic French food and Champagne they had no idea, but as Alexandra said, the chase and copulation was the best slimming aid known to women.

 

~ ~

 

That evening Patricia and Alexandra broke their pact, Chuck joined them for dinner. Patricia could have objected when her friend suggested it, but there was so little time left and it was the least she could do as her friend had been so wonderfully understanding during her affair with Pierre.

The first thing Chuck asked Patricia when they were introduced, was if she would spend some time with his boss later that evening. She declined, she had other ideas.

Patricia had some unfinished business to take care of, but agreed to the following evening after Alexandra's persuading argument, he was rich!

After an exquisite meal, with her dining companions hardly able to keep their hands off each other, they departed to the realms of Chucks apartment, dancing not on the lovers agenda.

Patricia was relieved to be on her own at last as playing the proverbial gooseberry was not her scene, it was just a pain in the ass. Ordering a glass of the best Champagne from the waiter to be taken on the veranda, she walked leisurely through the dining room, hoping that she had been noticed. Relaxing in the candlelight she plotted her plan of action only to be surprised by her unsuspecting quarry.

Louis bent over, kissing her hand gallantly and asked if he may join her while balancing glasses in one hand and a champagne bottle under his arm. He apologized profusely for his behavior the previous evening and asked her if she would join him for a nightcap after the dancing had finished, as he was working until late. Even though he looked quite Nerdy in his business suit, she still experienced the same arousing desire that had never really left her from the previous evening. After two glasses of champagne she boldly asked him if he had changed his mind about her,

“ No my Patricia, but it must be possible for me to enjoy a beautiful woman's company without losing my self respect. N'est-ce Pas!“

Patricia watched Louis's tall figure disappear into the darkness, her eyes never leaving the body she so hopelessly longed for. She sat, fingers finding and touching the bruised lips he had so passionately kissed before leaving her aroused, but not with the promise of passion.

Unable to push the thought of him from her mind, Patricia headed towards the dance floor to give herself to the music and the moment. The crowded dimly lit bar and dance floor was raucously wild and loud with the exciting music. It was just what she needed, a release for her pent up emotions. Here she could be her wild wanton self, immersed and almost unnoticed, in the exuberant joyous throng of people who are unrecognizable on a Reggae Night in the Caribbean. Here when people dance, anything goes, especially by the holiday guests who let all their inhibitions fly out the window after sampling many of the exotic drinks.

Patricia, oblivious of the attention she was attracting with her wild dancing was never without a partner, even though she preferred the freedom of detachment from the lesser mortals surrounding her.

Sometimes through the crowd she caught Louis watching her, their eyes meeting longingly for a fraction of a second, saying it all.

Would she be woman enough for him? Would he surrender his stupid principals and make love to her?

Well Louis she thought, as she danced, laughing to herself, you will be one hell of a man to resist me now I'm running on overdrive!

All too soon the dancing was over, the band packed and gone with Louis now bidding farewell to the last of the lingering guests.

On his way towards her, where she sat perched at the bar, he extinguished the remaining candles, then stood, his arms outstretched beckoning to her. A nervous Patricia walked into his arms, the only sound coming from the wind and the surf and the beating of hearts.

They kissed, touched, their bodies insatiable; then he gently put her away from him. Shrugging his shoulders he said, “ I told you, you choose wrong, I am a proud man.“

Pouring them both his favorite drink which she had come to love, champagne and freshly squeezed lime, he toasted her, “ To a woman that will be hard to forget.“

They talked for what seemed like hours, enjoying the intimate closeness of each other but still touching and kissing, and Louis trying desperately to keep his distance, but failing miserably. Without any warning, Louis sprang to his feet and taking hold of her hand led her behind the bar. Taking out his keys he unlocked a virtually invisible door to a storeroom, and switching on the light led her inside. In a few deft movements he cleared a space on the floor and closed the door. Leaving the light gleaming brightly, he pulled down her dress, he wanted to see her body, the body that had driven him to abandon all his principals. Against the wall he entered her with his tongue, he tasted her, relished her, then took her, but only with his mouth and hands. She was going crazy begging and screaming him to enter her. He resisted, it was now her turn. Stripping off his clothes he revealed his engorged throbbing penis standing out for her to take, which she willingly did.

Their appetites almost sated, he pulled her down upon the floor where they held each other, still wanting more. Within seconds of their bodies touching, he was hard again, he had to be inside her. Sucking and teasing her swollen nipples he let out a loud cry as she mounted him, then screaming obscenities in French he threw her off his body. To her outrage and astonishment he jumped to his feet, his penis standing out before him as he faced, stark naked, a black girl peering around the door. Shouting at the intruder to get the hell out, he pulled on his clothes and followed the crying sobbing girl without saying a word.

In a state of shock Patricia pulled on her dress to cover her naked vulnerability, not knowing if, or when he would return. It only took a few moments before she began to feel frightened and alone. Trying to calm herself she realized that he wouldn't return, he couldn't afford to. His career would over if the girl revealed what she had seen; her naked boss fucking one of the hotel guests in the storeroom. Plucking up what little courage she had left, she ran through the dark deserted building and through the hotel grounds to her bungalow. Even though she was alone, as Alexandra was staying with Chuck, once the lights were on and the door locked she was fine.

Pouring herself a large glass of wine Patricia deliberated, did she win or lose?

Was the seduction complete? Louis may console himself that his principals were still in tact, saved by the timely or untimely bell so to speak, but Patricia knew she had won hands down!

 

~ ~

 

Alexandra arrived back next morning with a big smile on her face, happy and obviously in love. She couldn't stop smiling, it was wonderful to see her in such high spirits when Chuck dropped her off at the bungalow on his way to work. He made a point of reminding Patricia of her date with his boss that evening, and when she pulled a face her friend caustically reminded her that a millionaire was a far better prospect than a ‘bloody beach bum'. She said she couldn't help the way she felt after last night's scenario, but she had given her word and she would keep her promise.

The last thing in the world she needed was a blind date.

She needed another man in her life like a hole in the head, as all the rich men she had previously met had been boring and full of their own importance; she hadn't the patience to pander to anyone, especially a man. Also she was hoping Louis might have the decency to contact her.

She wanted an explanation and an apology. It was the least he could do if he was the gentleman she thought he was.

During the day's sailing Patricia put the thought of the evening ahead out of her mind as they both had so much to talk about. The other passengers must have thought them crazy as they were in such high spirits, comparing notes of the past evening's activities. They laughed and joked all day, pondering in fun if they could ever survive the incredible pace they were going.

England would sure be dull after the Caribbean Paradise of Cava, and not forgetting the wonderful French Men they agreed unanimously.

That evening, instead of two happy women full of life and promise preparing for the evening ahead, there was only one in that exhilarating state of euphoria, and it wasn't Patricia.

Patricia was not in love with either Pierre or Louis, but she would rather do anything than waste an evening with a stranger. She knew there was no chance of picking up where she left off with Louis, and lovely passionate Pierre was away, but she still felt miserable having been set up to meet Chuck's boss.

As they were dressed early they decided to take a leisurely walk along the beach before joining the other guests for sundowners. Stopping to take in the breathtaking view of the sun slowly sinking behind the yachts anchored in the Bay, Alexandra touched Patricia's arm and asked her what was the matter, why was she crying? Was it because she was doing her a favour and meeting the rich American, or was she upset about Louis?

“Crying, I'm not crying,“ said Patricia turning to face her friend, unable to stop the tears silently streaming down her face in rivulets.

“ God Patricia what have those men done to you, wait till I see them I'm sure going to tell them what I think of them,“ exclaimed Alexandra in anger.

“ Alexandra, calm down it's this place, not the men. This place has got inside me, I am going to come back, I have to,“ Patricia exclaimed to her astonished friend.

“ Come back, come on holiday again, how can you afford to waste your money coming back to Cava?“ said an indignant Alexandra.

Trying to control her emotions Patricia put her arm around her friend and explained as best she could, that not even she knew what had happened to her, but something strange had taken place on the beach. Something that she knew was going to change her life forever. It was the Caribbean she had to return to, not just Cava. She felt it had become part of her.

Later, two very subdued females joined the other guests for sundowners. They sat hushed, apart from the crowd, quietly sipping their much-needed drinks.

Patricia was feeling emotionally drained and Alexandra at a loss for words; for the first time in her life - she didn't understand.

She couldn't comprehend how such a weird experience could happen to someone like Patricia. She didn't know how to accept what she couldn't see, and Patricia could hardly blame her, she didn't understand either. But Patricia knew for certain, she would be back.

By the time they had had a few Rum Punches two very relaxed friends kept singing to each other repeatedly- “ Don't Worry and Be Happy-“ then squealing with laughter at the top of their voices.

Now alone, the totally inebriated women made a pact, to forget the weird beach incident and have fun; the other guests having mysteriously vanished to partake of an early dinner due to the loud, drunken disturbance from two now, very happy, friends!

Much later than usual, due to not being able to walk in a straight line, but after having mastered the art of standing, Patricia and Alexandra went in to dine.

Excellent food, accompanied exclusively by revitalizing iced Perrier water, soon brought the girls back into the land of the living; Alexandra then deciding for both of them that a quick overhaul was on the cards before their dates with the Americans.

Walking through the dining room towards the beach exit Patricia saw Louis. It was the first time she had seen him since their evening together. Across the room they looked at each other, eyes contacting, meeting, touching, and remembering with longing what really never happened, but did. Louis was the first to look away.

Back at the bungalow, cold showers were the order of the day rapidly followed by a face revamp. Then, standing naked, hair and skin gleaming, they looked at each other and shrugging their shoulders said in unison [while laughing like girls],“ Eat your heart out World!“ Now they were ready to slip into one of their ‘Little Black Numbers!'

Patricia, as ever, went for simplicity in a striking dress from her own label. Devoid of all jewelry, the strapless linen sheath had but one accessory, her body.

Alexandra also chose black but went for the Grecian look, which accentuated her sexy curves and sun-bleached blond'ness to perfection.

Late as always, Italian strappy stilettos in hand, the barefooted pair picked their way along the dark sandy path towards the music and the men!

Alone, Chuck rushed forward to greet them apologizing that his boss had been delayed, but had sent a bottle of Moet to compensate while they waited for him.

After a while Patricia could see Alexandra and Chuck getting restless, as they wanted each other. Just as she was about to tell them to go, as she didn't need to be baby-sat, she a tall stranger striding towards them. ‘Cowboy' would have been a more suitable description of the tall, ruggedly handsome man who was a slimmer version of Tom Selleck. Tanned, black curling hair, mustache, Jeans, cowboy boots, checkered shirt, and to complete the picture, a Stetson! He was stunning; Alexandra was even more amazed than Patricia and whispered enviously, “ And money too, where did I go wrong, you owe me!“

Dan had introduced himself in his slow Texan drawl and apologized for his delay, then Alexandra and Chuck gave their apologies and made a hasty exit.

Dan complimented Patricia by telling her she must be the most stunning Blind Date on the planet, and that he was delighted to have her to himself all evening.

After they had danced, talked and sipped champagne in the moonlight for what seemed like hours, Patricia knew he was not for her, she was bored. His good looks and money definitely didn't make the man sexy and appealing. She couldn't put her finger on why she felt this way, as he was definitely interested in her; she knew she must to try to like him for Alexandra's sake, also he was rich and she had promised, he was Chuck's boss after all!

On her way to find the ladies room she was waylaid as she passed the bar. A man stepped out in front of her blocking the way and kissed her before she even realized what was happening. Shouting at him to let go of her, he kept holding her tight while he whispered in her ear, “ I have followed you from island to island each day, now at last I find you, so you will please to spend this evening with me.“ Patricia pulled away to look at the person who had had such nerve and audacity, only to see the bluest eyes she had ever seen shining down from a rugged weather-beaten face which was laughing at her. He was around six feet tall with hair so blonde it was almost white, and a body to die for. She realized, as she walked away and back to her boring date, no one would ever believe her; but here he was, following her and begging her to spend the night with him on-board his Catamaran, ‘Le Trois Colombes' as he was leaving in the morning and What a Waste!

Patricia definitely knew what she would rather do when she pushed him away, to the knowing amusement of fellow guests who had been watching the charade. She then went back to Dan like a good girl!

When Dan questioned her where she had been for so long, she realized she had never even made it to the ladies room. He accepted her excuse of meeting a friend and then asked her if she would like a run out in the moonlight to see the house he was building on top of a cliff. Patricia never even gave it a thought when she readily accepted, as anything had to be better than just sitting here being bored. Dan suggested that she may want to change her clothes as the house was not yet finished and she may spoil her lovely dress, also the big Range Rover was too high off the ground for her skinny dress to stretch when she climbed on board. He settled himself down with another drink as she excused herself to go and change into some leggings and a top. When she reached the darkened bungalow she realized it was the third time she had changed her clothes that evening, and all for nothing!

Walking back towards the lights of the hotel along the sandy path, she was suddenly accosted by the tall silhouette of a muscular man jumping out of the darkness to stand in front of her. She didn't scream as he took her into his arms, she knew who it was.

Patricia responded hungrily to the body and the kisses of her young French lover, until looking up, [his face invisible in the darkness], the distant lights illuminated the white aura of his long blonde hair!

Then she screamed. “ I cannot believe you would do such a thing, who the hell do you think you are, some bloody Don Juan, I thought you were Pierre.“ “ Lucky Pierre, but now you are mine Patricia,“ responded the laughing sailor.

Even Patricia couldn't keep a straight face for long and burst out laughing, her profanities forgotten. In the darkness he kissed her again and begged her to spend the night aboard the Catamaran as he was leaving the next day.

Against her better judgment and feelings, she declined; she had promised Alexandra to spend the evening with Chuck's boss.

Pushing his address and phone number into her hand as she quickly walked away, he shouted after her, “ Patricia, I am Jaques, remember me; we will meet again then I will have you!“

Out of breath she arrived back at the hotel to find an impatient Dan pacing up and down.

Taking hold of her hand he led her towards the parked Range Rover where he helped her up like a gentleman, then wildly revving up the engine, he drove, wheels spinning into the pitch black night.

Patricia wasn't exactly scared, but from the look on his face she didn't feel that it was going to be a fun time. He was obviously the type who was not used to being kept waiting. Hard luck, Patricia thought, she would rather have stayed and experienced the blonde guy who knew what he wanted and went after it.

It seemed to take ages driving along twisting winding roads full of potholes in the dark, to a house that she now couldn't care less about seeing. She wished she hadn't come, she felt uneasy, especially as he hadn't said more than a couple of words since they had left. Where was all the Texan charm he had exuded back at the hotel?

He pulled up precariously between mounds of stone, sand, and rock on the edge of the cliff, after navigating around numerous building supplies surrounding the unfinished house.

The house was shrouded in darkness, it's vast structure illuminated in the dim moonlight against the drop of the horizon. It was isolated, solitary and secluded the ideal retreat. There was no electricity connected he explained, rather embarrassed -especially when Patricia inquired, “How then, can you show me around your house in the dark?“ Not wanting to lose his companion so soon he said he had some hurricane lamps somewhere and left her standing alone while he went to find them. Feeling desolate with the illuminated sky descending spontaneously into blackness, the clouds obliterating the moon yet again, she was frightened.

She shouted for him, she hated to be alone in the dark, she was scared but she also realized with clarity, she was a little scared of him.

Minutes later he emerged from the darkness smiling, a bottle and two glasses balanced in one hand, and a hurricane lamp with the dimmest flame she had ever seen in the other.

“ This way Patricia, a relaxing drink on the veranda first, then I will show you my home,“ said Dan as he guided her through the obstacle course towards the enormous skeleton of a house illuminated against the sky. It was definitely spectacular, even at night, and she could imagine the breathtaking view it would have from the cliff-top in daylight. “ My home is your home, you and your friend can come and stay anytime you want once it is finished.“

He explained that the house was still in the building stage and even though he was living here the only modern comfort he had was a bed. There was no electricity, running water or furniture, basically he was camping out he jokingly told her.

Patricia didn't think it was in the least bit funny, she was angry and nearly demanded to be taken back to the hotel, but she didn't as she was too nervous to ask. She couldn't even explain to her self why, as she kept pondering it over in her mind what to do. She had never been in this sort of situation before but she felt something wasn't right. She felt trapped, she wanted to get out. Dan poured them drinks but she had no idea what she was drinking only that it was strong, but she needed something to relax her, especially when he took hold of her and kissed her. She tried desperately to respond, but soon realized that he was too drunk to notice whether she did or not. Slurring his words he told her to follow him for the grand tour of the house then walked out of sight. Hurriedly she caught up with him, not knowing what else to do. She was alone, miles from anywhere in this God forsaken place, and he was her only way back.

One day she would learn!

He turned and grabbed her, pulling into her into a room devoid of everything, except a bed which was illuminated by the sporadic moonlight filtering through the glass-less windows. The wind had dropped leaving the house as hot and humid as the inside of a sauna. It had been shut up all day and the bedroom was still like an oven. There was not a breath of air anywhere and even though Patricia was a sun worshipper she was almost claustrophobic in hot humid atmospheres. She felt as if she would pass out as he crudely grabbed at her already sweating body. Trying desperately to control herself by breathing deeply and switching her brain off, she submitted as he pawed her roughly while pulling at her clothes and mumbling filthy obscenities.

She gave in without a fight, she knew it was her only way out.

Naked, he pushed her onto the crumpled unmade bed and without any ceremony or foreplay, mounted her. As he humped up and down the sweat poured out of his body, dripping onto her chest. He told her to touch him and as her hands found his back, she screamed. They came in contact with a wet slimy scaly mass. He stopped for a second to tell her he had a skin disease, but it wasn't catching! He continued pushing into her, his body turning more and more into a slimy, lumpy encrusted mass as his excess sweat mixed with his reptilian scabby sores.

Patricia went into shock, but survival shock - brain off, autopilot on and trying her very best not to vomit. She didn't know what to do with her hands and she could feel his slimy skin coming loose and sticking to her body as he still humped her and she was going mental and why didn't he cum?

He kept mumbling about his skin and said he needed help, he took her hand and put it on his balls. His voice sounded funny as he said other girls didn't understand, and between shouting filth and urging her to stroke his balls and cock more and more, he miraculously came!

Collapsing down upon her, with the whole of his slimy scabby body covering hers, she thought she had descended into hell. She couldn't breath he was so big and heavy, but he was also so very slippery with sweat that she managed to push him off, minus some of his skin and sores that were stuck to her body, in pieces.

Patricia couldn't bear to touch herself, what could she do, how could she get it all off before she went crazy.

She started to get off the bed to shower when he grabbed her - he wanted her again.

Brain still disconnected and survival skills now activated to the full, Patricia pulled out of the depths of her mind the sexual talents she had picked up along the way, but this time instead of using them for lust or love they were now for her survival.

Patricia had no idea how long it took, she just knew she had to do everything in her power to finish it, to put an end to end the nightmare, and there was no other way.

Skin on skin, sweat, slime, liquefied scabs and loose skin transplanted onto her body and mind.

She survived and he eventually came again!

This time she threw herself off the bed before he collapsed on top of her, and went to shower. Joke, joke, joke, bloody joke, the joke was on her, there was no shower, no running water, just a toilet in the corner of the room. He apologized profusely for the lack of amenities as he came out of his orgasmic stupor to the sound of her screaming for water to wash his skin off her body. He held up the almost extinguished hurricane lamp for her to see, as she put a towel down the toilet for some water to clean her shaking body. There was no water, the toilet didn't work, and she started to cry.

Pulled his clothes on, he made a hasty exit and went to start the Range Rover. Controlling herself, she put clothes on top of a body that felt is if it had stickers stuck all over it, but it wasn't stickers it was drying flesh.

Climbing up into the vehicle, this time unaided by the now ashamed American, who said he hoped she would forgive him for not telling her his secret. Hardly listening, just playing the survival game and nearing the end of her endurance, she gave him all the answers he wanted to hear as they rode down the dark twisting cliff towards the hotel and her sanity. She lied and lied, hardly able to talk, her throat so sore and her voice but a whisper. Dan was acting as if they were returning from a normal date.

Patricia couldn't believe it when out of the blue, she heard his parting words to her, “May I see you tomorrow evening, perhaps we could have dinner first!“

She felt like telling him what she really thought of him as they pulled up into the safety of the hotel grounds. Instead she made her excuses, as underneath the whole nightmare, she felt desperately sorry for him.

Dan was a good-looking young rich guy with nothing but a life and a future of indescribable misery. He told her he had advanced Psoriasis but with all his wealth he had found no cure and confessed that the disease had turned him into an alcoholic.

Poor Dan, but she wondered how many other women had feared for their lives and sanity at his hands.

 

~ ~

 

Shutting the door of the bungalow, Patricia went to pieces, crying and screaming for her friend. Where was Alexandra? She despaired when, in the inky darkness, she remembered Alexandra was with Chuck until morning. Huddling in a corner on the floor, she remembered and remembered, then completely lost it.

Like a lunatic she ran around switching on all the lights as she tore off her clothes, not able to look at or touch her body. Turning on the shower at full blast she scrubbed and scrubbed, soaped and soaped for what seemed like forever, but still felt dirty. Afterwards, in the bottom of the shower, were scabby skin pieces and bits of white slimy skin. Running naked and wet into the bedroom she ripped out hundreds of tissues from the box and heaving from the bottom of her stomach, scooped up the flesh and threw it in the bin along with her clothes. Vomiting in the toilet until her stomach was raw, she then repeated the showering and scrubbing process until she was exhausted.

Naked, crying like a baby, rocking her body and shaking like a leaf and her skin burning with pain, she knew she was on the brink, verging on insanity - then Alexandra burst through the door singing!

It was six o'clock in the morning, Chuck had just dropped her off on his way to work.

It took a while before Alexandra realized something was wrong, she was so full of herself after her night of passion, dancing around the room to music that was only playing inside her head- then she saw.

She saw her friend almost in a trance, rocking to and fro like a lunatic with silent tears running down her face and dripping off the end of her chin. Aghast, she took Patricia into her arms and held her. Designer dress forgotten they both cried, holding on to each other for a long, long time until Patricia was calm enough to speak. After telling her friend her horror story as best she could, Alexandra screamed out:

“ The Bastard, the fucking Bastard,“ with more passion and hatred in her voice than Patricia ever thought possible from her sweet friend. They talked for hours, having breakfast in their room and applying mounds of cream to Patricia's still sore skin. Alexandra said she had thought it strange when she had seen Dan wearing a long sleeved shirt buttoned to the neck in the humid Caribbean heat, but just thought it was part of the cowboy image he was trying to portray. They both agreed it was amazing there was no Psoriasis on his face, which was his good luck, but many a woman's downfall, like Patricia's.

In the end they both managed a weak laugh when Patricia said, “ Where's my Bloody Beach - Bum Alexandra, I will leave all the rich and famous to you, you are welcome to them all!“

After many cups of coffee, Paracetamol for her head that still pounded, and amazingly enough, a good breakfast, Patricia decided that she was still going sailing!

No man on earth was going to ruin the last of her Caribbean Holiday, or he would have won.

Alexandra was amazed that her friend was up to going, but sailing was so relaxing - and what better way to recover from last nights trauma than lying under white billowing sails with the wind in your hair and the sun overhead - also Pierre was back today, N'est-ce Pas!

Just the sight of him - lean, muscular and tanned with his open handsome face smiling across the water at her as he ferried his passengers to the yacht, made her life worth living again.

Glancing across at her friend, her face beaming, Patricia saw a look of disgust flicker across Alexandra's face when Pierre made a sexy gesture in her direction.

“Alexandra, I love you dearly but please, please leave me to my Beach- Bums in the future, or you may just kill me with your good intentions,“ she laughingly said as she hugged her friend close. Alexandra retorted with; “ One day you will grow up Patricia, only I will probably be too old to ever see it happen.“

“ Never, Never, Never, I will never grow up, now is my time to be a teenager,“ joked a happy Patricia as they climbed into the dinghy.

Settling down on board the Catamaran, the scenery breathtaking and the weather wonderful as usual, Alexandra remarked that she was sure Patricia had made up last night's story. Her recovery was remarkable, but true to form.

Alexandra didn't understand that Patricia was a master at the art of blocking out the bad and living for today, maybe one day she would tell her why.

After a wonderful day getting completely pie-eyed on champagne, being stupidly girlish, comparing notes at the male gender's expense, they both agreed Patricia was the biggest winner, and loser!

They dined together as usual, doing nothing but talk and talk, then reluctantly allowing their French breakfast companions to join them for dessert, and a farewell drink. They knew they were lucky ladies, the world seemed to be their oyster as many men, French and West Indian, had fallen in love with them during their miracle holiday.

They hugged each other good-bye and both shed tears, knowing that nothing could possibly be this incredibly good again, if ever. They parted almost sadly, to spend the evening with their respective men.

That night relaxed from her gentle lovemaking with Pierre and exhausted from the previous evening's nightmare, Patricia slept the sleep of the dead encased in strong masculine arms.

The last day dawned and they both intended to live it to the full with Patricia at last realizing her dream, to sail with Pierre on board his yacht. Alexandra was spending a whole day of passion in bed with Chuck, and then they were meeting for their last dinner, before going their separate ways.

In the morning lovely Pierre gently awoke her with breakfast in bed and him, in that order, then departed to make ready his yacht.

Taking her time Patricia leisurely prepared for the days sail, battling with herself to obliterate the memories of Dan, but determined that she would not let him ruin her last day.

Arriving at the jetty for the first time without her travelling companion she scanned the bay for her lover. She saw him immediately, picking his way between the boats as he sped towards her, laughing and looking every inch the young Greek God. Standing tall, tanned and handsome, he steered the dinghy alongside the dock and helped her onboard. He gave her a quick hug and a kiss then headed for his yacht.

The journey on the yacht was exhilarating - the yacht heeling as they beat against wind and sea, Pierre tacking with great ability as he raced against the bigger Cat that was on course with them. Unbelievably they won, outmaneuvering the much faster boat due to Pierre's sailing skills, and his need to impress his passenger.

Patricia took many photographs of her lover that day, a wonderful reminder when back in boring England and proof to anyone who dared to doubt her story.

Pierre anchored the yacht far away from the other boats where they leisurely swam together naked before satisfying each other below deck. Later, they dined ashore with the other guests before returning to the yacht, where they again descended below deck, for afters.

All too soon it was time to go. Pierre had to make his customary appearance at the dining table with his family, the managerial staff, and the manager, Louis.

 

 

Patricia and Alexandra met up for sundowners, two very happy and relaxed ladies, again with stories to tell over their chilled champagne. There was nothing to compare with this Caribbean custom they both heartily agreed, but it would be a rather expensive hobby for England as sun was in rather short supply, they giggled after their second drink.

They then had what they sadly called their Last Supper, nothing would ever be the same again, at least not for Patricia. She had sampled her Dream so how could she now exist and function in the real world?

Alexandra told her in her own practical way not to be so silly, as she would soon forget her holiday, but Patricia knew that to her it had been far more than a holiday.

 

~ ~

 

They emerged from a sleepless night of passion with their respective lovers, looking slightly the worse for wear, both arriving at breakfast in dark glasses hiding their baggy eyes. Leisurely consuming large quantities of black coffee they were hoping for the miracle that never comes, a hangover cure.

Their cases had been sent on ahead to the airport, now it was time for them to leave.

Louis was shaking hands and saying good-bye to all the departing guests, but he didn't come over to Patricia. He kept his distance, to her bitter disappointment.

Pierre has already gone sailing and Chuck was working. Patricia and Alexandra had already said their good-byes last night, but they agreed it was a weird feeling after all their experiences to have no one to wave good-bye to them.

On the bumpy ride to the airport, Alexandra caught Patricia looking sad and asked her what was the matter was she still pining over Louis?

Patricia said, “ Well I have to admit I'm hurt, and you can't exactly call Louis a useless Beach Bum can you. By the way did I mention Pierre is a rich Beach-Bum, he owns his own Yacht!“

“Ooh,“ said Alexandra. “ Perhaps we should have a re-run of the holiday then we wouldn't make so many mistakes. Oh by the way, did I mention Chuck was married and his wife and kids arrive next week!“

They both burst out laughing and agreed that whatever the cost it had been a bloody good holiday.

After clearing out at customs and checking in their luggage Alexandra exclaimed, “Isn't that Louis heading our way? Ooh Patricia, I believe he's come to say good-bye to you; goodness I'm glad I only found one man, you make me dizzy.“

Louis climbed out of the jeep and walked towards her. Taking her in his arms, oblivious to the stares of the other guests and Alexandra, he kissed her passionately.

Whispering in her ear as he held her close, he explained that the girl who discovered them was an ex-lover and threatened to ruin his career if he contacted Patricia again. He apologized profusely, telling her that she was far more Woman than he had ever had the pleasure ‘to almost experience'!

They laughed and kissed, reliving the fatal evening, then he told her he had a present for her, a surprise for his Patricia. “You have to wait and see,“ he told her as he kissed her good-bye. “I now leave you my Patricia but don't get on the plane with the other guests, I send one specially for you and your friend, a yellow one.“ After one last lingering kiss he walked away making the gesture which was so personal to them, saying it all. As he drove away Alexandra made an appearance at Patricia's side and asked what the hell he wanted.

Patricia said she was not really sure, only that he wanted them to get on a different plane, to which Alexandra angrily retorted, “ You would believe anything, you are so gullible my friend, what do you think he has done, sent a private jet for you?“

Before Patricia could think of a good reply, their plane appeared sending up clouds of dust in its wake and shaking, rattling and rolling down the runway.

Alexandra, ignoring Patricia's protests, took hold of her arm and guided her along with the other guests to the now stationary plane. They came to a sharp halt as a second plane arrived on the runway. It was yellow and not only was it yellow, it was a luxury jet. The look on Alexandra's face was a picture as she exclaimed, “ Oh my God,“ as it's ultra sleek body swept past them, coming to a noisy halt next to the old bone-shaker they had been headed for.

They just looked at each other not knowing what to do, when a tall good-looking guy in uniform descended the steps of the jet and beckoned to them. When they reached the plane he introduced himself as the Captain and said he was at Patricia's command. He told them the plane was a gift from Louis, he had chartered it to make their journey home more comfortable. They would fly directly to the main airport in St. Lucia, eliminating the two-hour trip by road the girls had suffered on their outbound journey. Welcoming them onboard he bowed slightly and saluted them as they climbed the steps of their luxury connecting flight. The small interior was lavish, containing but four large comfortable seats covered in the palest grey velvet. They were arranged facing each other and separated by a gleaming mahogany table laid out with canapés, champagne on ice and beautiful crystal glasses. Standing against the champagne was a card from Louis, wishing them Bon Voyage!

Collapsing into the luxury seats the completely overawed females both admitted that they were impressed.

“Beat That Alexandra darling, I had the best teacher in the world, do you want a few lessons!!!“ joked Patricia as they toasted themselves repeatedly with the best French Champagne.

They arrived in St. Lucia with time to spare, only to be told that their flight to England was delayed by two hours. This didn't mean a thing to the girls, nothing could dampen their spirits after the wonderful present from Louis. They were exhilarated from the exciting flight and from the incredible champagne.

Heading for the restaurant Patricia saw a guy from the hotel and invited him to join them for lunch. He readily accepted, as like them he had many hours to kill.

It wasn't until they were eating their starters that he asked Patricia, in his heavily accented voice, if she made a habit of inviting strangers to lunch. She didn't know him, he wasn't from the hotel, they had never met and he definitely wasn't French!

“Oh dear, here we go again.“ said Alexandra to her speechless, for once, friend!

Needless to say they had a marvelous and hilarious two-hour lunch with a young, handsome, hippy-ish Dutch guy who was reluctant to say good-bye to his glamorous companions when their flight was called.

Sitting on the plane relaxed but tired, Alexandra asked Patricia what she was thinking.

“You don't want to know my friend, you just won't understand,“ said a melancholy Patricia.

“Try me,“ Alexandra retorted indignantly.

“ Ok, but I warned you,“ she said as she reluctantly began to divulge her innermost feelings.

Patricia told her that, if she had to make a choice - to experience Cava but to die afterwards - she would choose to die rather than have not experienced the two weeks on the island. The good and the bad, everything had been worth dying for. She had felt alive, really alive for the first time in her whole life, and she now knew what she was capable of. It had been a turning point, she knew this but couldn't explain why.

Patricia got the response she expected from her worried friend, but she didn't care, Alexandra just didn't understand, she thought she was crazy, well perhaps she was!

 

~ ~

 

The girls arrived back in England shattered, weary but triumphantly satisfied. It had been the holiday of a lifetime and exceeded all their expectations.

They would never forget the Caribbean or the way it had cemented the deep friendship that had developed between them.

From their adoring breakfast companions both had been offered an all expenses paid invitation to visit Paris and Martinique, and promises from their lovers to keep in touch!

Alexandra went back to her job a happy satisfied woman.

Patricia was lost, she had no idea how to pick up the pieces of her life again in England, or even if she wanted to!