The next morning was so rushed due to over sleeping Brock and I barely had time for a good bye kiss before the limo arrived to take me to the airport. Since Brock had meetings that morning we parted at the apartment. Being alone in the limo gave me too much time to watch the buildings of my summer home disappear as we made our way out of town to the suburban airport. I felt like the last days of my youth were whizzing by outside the expensive car. When we arrived at the airport I discovered that traveling from Belgium to private Caribbean islands was complicated.
The first leg was a hop to London aboard British Airways. Next I was taken from Heathrow to Gatwick by limo to catch an Iberian Air flight to Madrid. After four hours of enjoying a private lounge in the very modern Barajas International Airport, I boarded an Aeromexico flight to Cancun. Though I had first class seats on all the flights, I somehow knew that Adam never had to deal with so many take-offs and landings. My original itinerary listed the final leg as being aboard Adam's yacht. However, the man holding a sign with my name on it informed me that plans had changed. There was a private plane waiting to take me from Cancun to Nassau. In Nassau one of Adam's helicopters would be waiting to take me to the island.
I was disappointed not to be traveling across the Gulf of Mexico on the yacht. I had hoped to have the time to rest up from both the long journey and my last night in Brussels. I also had hoped to possibly reconnect with Hector or even finally have the canceled liaison with the yacht's captain. The advantage to the plane and helicopter transport was arriving at least 24 hours earlier than planned. I was happy to have an extra day with Adam.
As I stood on the helipad on Adam's island looking around I noticed two young workers repairing a retaining wall. Their torsos were bare of clothing and I could see the sweat glistening on their backs. The pilot instructed another young man who was nearby to take my luggage to the main house.
"If there is nothing else, Sir, I need to tend to the bird," The older pilot said with a knowing smile as he looked in the direction of the maintenance workers.
"No think you, I am fine. I can find my way to the house."
I continued watching the two workers as I moved toward the stairway that would take me off the helipad. As I got closer I realized one of them was Alicia's older brother Gregory. Unlike in the dream I had about him, his skin was tanned all over – or at least the part I could see. I couldn't seem to stop ogling him. He was handsomer than I remembered in my conscious thoughts and every bit as sexy as he was in my dreams. I understood why I had conjured him up as a fantasy lover. But I was all but certain that he was totally straight, and even if he wasn't his resentment over my fucking his sister was clear.
"Hello, John welcome back," Shelia said startling me so much that I nearly fell over backwards.
She laughed and reached out to help me regain my balance.
"He is fucking gorgeous, isn't he?" She said.
I managed a half nod and then added, "They are not bad."
I didn't want to seem overly interested in either of the young island men, even though Gregory was so much hotter than his partner that anyone would know who she meant.
"You know Adam won't be back until tomorrow evening. If you are interested in some entertainment, I could have tall, dark and handsome stop by after he finishes here," She suggested coyly.
I immediately remembered how much she liked playing games and her way with sexual innuendos. I wasn't in the mood to play and had no intention of having her order Alicia's brother to come by the house for a date. Added to that, I felt an immediate rush of disappointment that I would not see Adam for another day and a half.
"Shelia, I met Gregory on my last visit. I am pretty sure he is straight and wouldn't have much interest in stopping by the house to suck my cock. Besides, I think I can find my own playmates," I said with a hint of anger in my voice.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend. As far as Gregory's sexual preferences, I suppose you might be right. He has just asked permission to marry one of the maids and I have never heard any stories of his escapades. Then again, the inhabitants of the island have a tradition of sexual experimentation, which they seem to keep to themselves. Whatever the case, he is loyal – which means he would accommodate the needs of Adam's guests.
The idea that an otherwise straight young man would have sex with me out of loyalty to Adam was startling to me even after all I had seen. Shelia's cavalier attitude about summoning him to prostitute himself was disturbing and made her less attractive to me. It was not an attitude that I could imagine came from Adam. However, the comment about the islander's tradition of sexual experimentation was intriguing. I couldn't help but imagine what Gregory would look like with his bottom half as naked as his torso and what he might be like in bed.
"Shelia, your suggestion makes me curious as to why you are offering others for my entertainment. I am certain that you, too, are loyal to Adam. Did you not enjoy the last time we fucked?" I asked in a stern tone.
My bluntness was due to my newly acquired dislike for Shelia. Even though I knew a confrontation with her could cost me in Adam's eyes, I did not care. I was already determined to mention her distasteful attitude toward the islanders. If I was wrong about Adam's sentiments then I felt I would not lose much. If he thought like she did about people then I would no longer want a personal relationship with him. If, in turn, he ended our business relationship, I was certain that there would be other opportunities for me.
"John, I am so sorry. I did not know you would be here tonight. I have a guest on the island and I am afraid he does not share his playthings nicely. Had I known, I would have sent my fiancé packing early. I would have loved to have you fuck me again," she said in what sounded to be a sincere tone.
"You're getting married?" I blurted out, too shocked to remain composed.
"Yes, it came up rather suddenly. Alexander and I have dated off and on for a few years. He is a business associate of Adam's. He is not AOK, by the way, and I am pretty sure he has never entertained the idea of going to bed with another man. Anyway, right after you left the island I saw him at a conference in Miami. As often happens when we run into each other, we ended up in bed. On that occasion we stayed there for three days. A month after that he proposed to me."
"Wow! Congratulations, I think."
"Thank you – why the hesitation?"
"You don't strike me as a one-man woman."
"I'm not and he isn't exactly a one-woman man either. We talked it over and have decided on what the masses call an open marriage. The rule is discretion and not in front of each other or when we are in the same city."
"I hope it works out for you."
"I think it will, and I hope to find myself with you when he is elsewhere on occasion."
