Sea Daze 2: All Ashore (Lesbian Erotic Romance Series) (3 page)

"
Ya
' girls
gonna
buy
somethin
'," The Caribbean woman broke in, sporting a
strong island accent, "or
ya
' just
gonna
play with
ya'selves
?"

She
had gotten up from her seat without me noticing and was watching us from about
ten feet away with a bemused expression on her face. Mortified, I slowly pulled
my hand out of Eve's bathing seat bottoms, refusing to meet the cashier's eye
and desperately thinking of a response.

Eve,
however, seemed to find the whole thing quite funny. "A little of
both," she replied, her face split into a smirk. Her cheeks were still
beet red and her breathing was a little raspy, but she was otherwise acting as
normal as she usually did.

"
Ya
' buy here," she said, her hands on her hips. "
Ya
play somewhere else. ‘Dis a sex shop, not a
havin
’-sex-shop,
ya
here?"
Despite her severe tone, a smile played at the edge of her lips. Thankfully,
she didn't seem overly upset. Maybe female tourists fingered their girlfriends
in her establishment all the time.

We
carried our items up to the counter and dropped them before the cashier; my
lover was still giggling and I was looking away as best I could. Our items were
bagged after Eve dropped a wad of Euros onto the counter, and we exited the
small grey building onto the busy street, toting our opaque black bags.

"Stop
grinning like that," I snapped, noticing her still upturned lips.
"That was embarrassing. We really, really shouldn’t have done that."

"Oh,
come on," Eve replied, laughing loudly. It sounded like she’d been waiting
to do so until we were in public. "You can't tell me that it wasn't a
little funny. Besides, it wasn't like she was mad or anything."

"It
wasn’t
funny. I could have been fired…we could have been arrested - and
now an old lady in Saint Martin knows that I'm a...a..."

"A lesbian?"
Eve finished for me quietly. She
was still smiling, but the glee had diminished a bit...making her look sad.
"I know that you don't want people to think of us as a couple, but I hope
you understand that I wish the whole world knew how happy you make me. Someday,
Amanda, I hope that you can swallow your pride and accept yourself for what you
are - a woman who wants to be me and doesn't care what the world thinks."

"I
do want to be with you," I whispered, feeling guilty. "I wish that I
could just not care about what other people thought about me...but I can't. Not
yet."

"What's
so wrong about being a bisexual, anyways?" Eve asked, her tone growing
irritated. She took my hand, ignoring my wide eyes as she did so. "I
really like you, Amanda, and I'd love to spend the rest of the day lounging
naked on a beach with you…but if you’re not going to show me the least bit of
attention when we’re in public just because I have a pussy…”

Eve
trailed off, but the implied threat was clear: accept her openly or this wasn’t
a real relationship at all. I was still having reservations about our openness,
but one thing I knew for certain: I didn’t want to lose Eve. I loved every
moment that I spent with her…from the casual drinks after dinner to the erotic
sessions in her staterooms until the wee hours. Taking a deep breath, I curled
my fingers around hers and smiled weakly.

“I
want to be with you,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “In public or not,
nude or not – I want to spend all the time I can right next to you.”

Eve
flashed her most radiant smile at me, and she leaned her head in towards my
neck. I stiffened only slightly as she kissed me tenderly at its base. It was
going to take some getting used to, this public affection thing - but I knew
that I had to do it for her sake. If the rest of the world thought that I was a
lesbian…so be it.

“Come
on,” Eve breathed into my ear before taking me by the arm. “Let’s go to the
beach.”

***

Orient
Bay was swarming with tourists by the time Eve and I arrived. The
Excelsius
had excursions to the beach, of course, so
the others must have arrived hours ago. Being somewhat shy about my body, I’d
never actually been to the beach before – it was a little surreal seeing it in
person. It was different than what I’d imagined, though I guess I’d never truly
known what to expect.

Not
everyone on the beach was nude – it was a clothing-
optional
beach, after
all. Its reputation for being the most famous nude beach in the Caribbean was
well earned, though; there were people everywhere, and a good half of them were
stark nude. Most were older, resembling prunes more than anything.
Prunes with penises.

There
were a good amount of younger people, though, roughly our age – and they
weren’t so bad to look at. Twenty-something guys were playing volleyball with
their girlfriends, their cocks bouncing playfully with each leap for the ball.
Their ladies, in turn, had their firm breasts hanging free as they returned the
serves and bumps.

Their
legs were covered with sand all the way from their feet to their crotches, and
I could see their tan lines from where their bikinis would have been. Most were
unshaven, though a tall blonde near the back was as smooth as-

“See
anything you like?” Eve asked, staring at me with an amused expression on her
face.

I
looked at her, confused from being lost in thought. “What do you mean?”

“Well,
the guys are getting more drinks from that beach bar over there. You’ve been
watching the girls by themselves for about thirty seconds now. Might
wanna
close your mouth, too, or people will get ideas.”

Blinking,
I realized with amazement that she was right. I had practically studied the
features of the girls without taking another look at the boys. Their gorgeous
bodies had mesmerized me, and I’d stood there goggling at them like a horny
teenage boy. Belatedly, I shut my half-open mouth. I literally could not have
been any more obvious with my staring.

“
Welp
,” I said, forcing a laugh and trying not to sound
horrified, “I guess I really am a lesbian. Who knew?”

Eve
said nothing in response, but the smug smile on her face was enough. "Now
that you've accepted it, does that mean we can hold hands now?" she asked
excitedly.

In
response, I took her hand in mine. It was warm against my own, and her fingers
wrapped around mine gleefully. I suppose that was the final turning point...I
had ignored the men and focused on the nude women. There was just no fighting
it anymore...I was into girls now. My life had really, truly turned completely
upside-down – but as long as Eve was there with me, I was okay with that.

We
walked past the volleyball court, where the girls were still smiling and
strutting around, waiting expectantly for their men to return. They didn't seem
to be used to being nude; while none of them were trying to hide anything, per
say
,
they seemed tense and
unrelaxed
.
Kind of defeated the purpose of being at a nude beach in the
first place, if you asked me.

"There
are so many people here," Eve said, absently. "You
gonna
be okay taking it all off?"

I
considered her question before shrugging. "I'm a performer. I'm not afraid
of people seeing my body."

"Yeah,
but your gorgeous breasts are usually covered while you dance."

"Not
by much," I replied shrewdly, thinking about the strands of fabric that
barely protected our dignity on performance night. No, most of the people on
the ship had seen me almost as nude as Eve had.

Why,
then, did I suddenly feel so self-conscious? The only person that really
mattered at the point was right next to me, and I certainly wasn't afraid of
being naked in front of
her
. I WANTED to be naked in front of her, in
fact, and-

And
suddenly, it hit me - I knew exactly why I didn't want to take my clothes off.
The thought of us both being nude together in this very public place had,
despite my
timidness
, turned me on to the point of
panting. I'd been too busy worrying about what everyone else thought to notice,
but now that I didn't care...

"Well,
we've come this far, and everyone else is stripped down," Eve said,
reaching around to unstrap her bikini top. "I guess it's time for-"

"No,
wait," l stammered, grabbing at her hands before she was topless.

"If
you're too shy, Amanda, I'll completely understand," Eve replied
soothingly. She hadn't lowered her arms yet. "I
like
being nude
though. You don't mind if I keep going, do you?"

“If
you keep going,” I warned, “I’m going to drop down to my knees and lick you
until you pass out.” My eyes were intent on her face, though I suspect
that was so I wouldn’t ogle at her body too obviously.

Eve’s
eyebrows rose with amusement. I couldn’t help but notice that she still hadn’t
lowered her arms; if anything, she was even closer to undressing. Either she
was ready to call my bluff, or she was hoping that I wasn’t bluffing. “You’re
serious?”

“Dead
serious,” I said, licking my lips by reflex. I didn’t care about the crowds
anymore – a group of nude middle-aged men wandered by, their dicks flopping
from side to side with each step. Near the water, a man and a woman were
building an enormous sandcastle, and the beachside bar was filled with both
clothed and nude tourists alike.

I
didn’t care.
In front of
everybody, without a second thought, I would take her. I wanted her more than I
wanted to breathe. My mouth curved into a sly smile, and I realized that I
almost wanted her to drive me to it – my sense of reasoning had vanished.

I
would give up my job, my freedom, my life…just to be able to please Eve. It was
a shocking feeling, one that would amaze me later upon reflection – but I just
wasn’t in the frame of mind to think about it just then. I just wanted her
naked, and I want to be inside of her.

Amazingly,
I was almost bummed out when she lowered her arms. I expected her to be sad as
well, but she just smirked at me and took my arm, leading me towards the beach.
We passed a myriad of clothed and unclothed people, and it was an interesting
sight. With the exception of the nudists, it was exactly like any other beach.
I suppose in my mind I had expected to find a hedonistic sexual playground, but
nothing could be further from the truth in reality. I’m still not sure whether
that reassured me or disappointed me.

We
didn’t stop walking until we got to a small shack half a mile from where we had
started. The sign on the building read “JETSKI RENTAL” in large, red letters.
Against the side of the shack were a row of silver day lockers, where we stored
our toys. There didn’t seem to be anyone in line waiting, so Eve had no problem
walking right up to the window and asking the large man at the counter to help
her rent a Jet Ski.

I
didn’t bother hiding my surprise. “What in the world do you want a Jet Ski
for?” I asked, incredulously. I had never been on one before, though I would be
lying if I said I didn’t want to.

“You’ll
see,” Eve replied with a smirk, refusing to answer any more of my questions.
 
The mischievous tone in her voice let me know
that she was planning something, and for the first time I was all too willing
to let her do so. If I knew Eve like I thought I did, she was just as worked up
as I was.

After
filling out all the paperwork and receiving a very basic explanation of the
mechanics, we were presented with the keys to a shiny red and blue Jet Ski. It
looked new, which surprised me – they
were
rentals, after all. The motor
purred as we started it up and, considering I’d never even so much as sat on a
Jet Ski before, Eve took the helm. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist
as we blasted away from the beach into the crystal clear blue water.

The
feeling was more incredible than I’d ever imagined. The ocean swirled and
churned beneath us as the small craft jetted through the water, and my face was
splashed with the cool spray as we practically soared away from the beach. The
Jet Ski was a lot smoother than I had imagined it to be, and I didn’t even need
to hold on to Eve if I didn’t want to. Of course, I
did
want to, so the
matter was academic.

The
whole experience was made even more amazing by having my arms wrapped around
her beautiful body. Her skin was warm from the early afternoon sun, though it too
had been coated with the cool spray of the ocean. She laughed as my hands
traveled upwards towards the fabric covering her breasts.

“Can
I take it off yet?” Eve yelled over the roar of the engine.

Not
bothering to answer, I snaked my hand along her body and up to the strap
holding the bikini top in place. With one swift motion, I had removed it – and
I couldn’t help it, my hands were just drawn to her silky, perfect breasts. Eve
moaned against my neck as she glanced back at me, kissing me tenderly and
carefully biting my skin. I was glad we weren’t driving a car, because she
wasn’t paying any attention to where we were going – she would have rear-ended
someone by this point.