After loaning my boyfriend to my best friend for a week of sexual recreation in Aruba, I was now on my way to check up on my loan. To add real interest, I was being seduced by a college friend, who was gay, beautiful and relentless.
In spite of her desire to take my girl-on-girl cherry, she was being a good friend. Beth had convinced her daddy to allow us to use a company jet to take us to Aruba. She also commandeered his condo on the resort island. Now, we were making our way across the tarmac to a jet that I hoped would take me to a resolution to the complicated mess I created.
We boarded the plane to find two other passengers. Beth recognized them as executives with one of her father's companies. She made the introductions. As a flight attendant served coffee and pastries, we settled in and talked about Aruba with the executives. They were going to conduct a review of her daddy's call centers located on the island. Having been to Aruba several times, each of the men was familiar with the resort where Sean and Donna were staying. They grinned at each other recalling that it was a clothing optional hotel and beach.
Once airborne, Beth and I reclined in our oversized and reclining seats and dozed off. I awoke a couple hours later. Beth still slept, a blackout mask covering her eyes. The flight attendant came by with fresh coffee. The two execs were fixed on their laptops and I headed to the toilet.
The flight attendant was now fixing a tray with lunch and we had some time to chat. She was originally from the Netherlands and loved when she had the opportunity to fly to Aruba. Since this was a turnaround trip, she would not be staying on the island. She offered to be our tour guide if we returned when she had time to stay. The plane was not going back to Boston, but stopping in Miami. Beth's father was there and they would have two days' layover.
"I'm off to South Beach," she said. "Got to keep my all over tan in good shape."
I nodded and wondered if I were me or were most women comfortable going nude at the drop of a hat. When I returned to my seat, Beth was awake. I told her about my conversation with the attendant.
"Beatrice is a lot of fun. We've spent some time on the island. Do you think she's attractive?"
I said I did and asked if that's what Beth meant when she said she's fun.
Showing a sly smile, Beth said, "Well, let's say she is very open-minded. Especially if there is not a man around who attracts her. Yes, she's a lot of fun."
Beatrice brought us a tray with a light lunch of fruit salad, yogurt and a wheat roll. I looked at her clear complexion, bright blue eyes and toned figure. I bet she and Beth could have some fun.
As the attractive woman served our food my mind kept spinning. "Something to add to my worry list," I thought. "Am I the only straight woman left in the world?" Maybe I was not as straight as I thought.
My mind was churning with erotic visions of Donna, Beth and, now, Beatrice. And, oh yeah, my boyfriend, Sean.
Before I realized it, the pilot asked us to prepare for landing. Within a few minutes we were on the ground and taxiing to the fixed base operator that serviced private aircraft. A local customs official came on board, checked our passports and wished us a happy stay.
As soon as I stepped onto the top of the stairs, I was hit with a blast of hot, dry air. The temperature in Boston that morning was around 30 and it must have been in the high 80's here. As my clothes started to feel like a second and unwanted skin, I began to appreciate why not wearing too many clothing items made sense.
The execs had a black SUV waiting with plenty of room and offered to drop us at Beth's condo. It only took fifteen minutes before we were waving good-bye.
Although nowhere near as spectacular as her Boston place, the Aruba condo was bright, tastefully furnished and, thankfully, had two bedrooms. It also had a spectacular view of the brilliant blue ocean.
Beth checked the kitchen and saw that it was fully stocked as she had requested. She pulled a half-bottle of champagne out of the refrigerator, uncorked it and poured two glasses. "Welcome to Aruba," she said as we touched rims.
She pointed to my bedroom and announced we needed to get changed and hit the beach. I unpacked, put away my few things and stripped. I pulled on the new bikini bottom and tried to gauge how much of a trim I needed.
"Love the look, Alex," said Beth from the doorway, "but I think you better wear a top, at least as we leave the building."
By now I was not as freaked out being partially nude in front of her.
"I was trying to figure out how much I needed to groom," I said looking at my reflection in the mirror.
Beth came and stood next to me. She was wearing a tiny pink bikini under a gauzy caftan. She pulled the caftan over her head. Looking at our reflections, I could easily see why people considered us look-alikes.
"Well, you could do what I do," she said. Beth pulled down the front of her bikini and exposed a thin strip of blond hair that perched above her smooth lips.
"Wow, I don't think I want to go that far," I said. I thought I was speaking calmly while my mind was screaming that I was staring at a naked pussy. Truth be told, I was admiring a naked pussy.
"Well, we could just shape it up a bit. What do you think you'd prefer, a rectangle or a small triangle?"
"I'd prefer not even talking about this whole thing. And, what the hell do you mean, 'we'?"
"Have you ever used a razor down there?"
"Not really," I admitted.
"So, I don't think you want to go track down the love of your life with a pussy that's cut and bleeding."
"So, you're just willing to volunteer to help?"
"Sure, what are friends for?"
I scoffed and said, "I think you just want to get your hands on my pussy."
"Hey, every job must come with some benefits." She smiled and said she'd be back in a minute with the proper tools.
I knew I was flirting with danger. In reality, I was flat out flirting. But, she did make a point about not wanting to do damage. I pulled down my bottoms and waited in the room without a stitch of clothing.
Beth reappeared and stopped short. She eyed me from head to toe. "I couldn't interest you in spending a delightful, long afternoon in bed, could I?"
"Just do your job, bitch," I joked.
Laughing she told me to sit on the bed as she went into the attached bathroom. She returned with a towel. Following her directions I lifted my butt and she placed the towel on the bed beneath me. She ran her hands through my patch and asked what I decided.
"I think a small triangle will be fine. And, I don't think you need to touch anything down there except the little bit you're going to trim."
"You mean I can't touch you here?" she said as her finger ran up my slit and pressed against my clit. Involuntarily, I jerked and let out a long moan as pleasure lit up my nerve endings.
