After a fitful nap, I woke up and noticed the time. It was 7:15! My tummy was rumbling, and Daddy was snoozing away. I nudged him a little, and he begrudgingly woke up.
I grabbed my luggage and headed to the bathroom to start getting ready for dinner. No time to shower and re-do my hair, so I pulled it up into a ponytail and did a quick braid. That'd have to do.
From my small suitcase, I selected a red dress that fell just above the knee. But, with Daddy's hurried packing job, the strapless bra I normally wore with it was still at home... let's face it, men usually don't know much when it comes to bras paired with outfits... so I'd have to go without. Didn't want to show off bra straps with the spaghetti straps on the dress!
I figured I could get away with wearing the red lipstick I almost never wore. Why not? Red heels to compliment the ensemble.
Upon coming out of the bathroom, I noticed Daddy was already dressed and ready to go in his "resort wear": khaki pants, a Hawaiian shirt and leather flip-flops. Even casual, he was quite handsome!
He smiled at me and said he'd made a fast call to The Copa, the main dining room, for reservations. Turns out, they were booked until 10pm, so we'd have to go another night. Instead, we were going to The Beachside Breeze.
I took Daddy by the arm and we marched down the winding lane from our bungalow to one of the standard shuttle areas. With a property so large, it helped to have a shuttle service available in common areas.
As we awaited the shuttle, I glanced around at a few of our fellow vacationers.
There was an older couple... very elegant looking. I presume they were rich, because they were both wearing lots of gold jewelry: the lady had gold rings on almost every finger, and several gold bracelets, a gold watch and golden earrings. Her dress was a beautiful jade color, and it plunged low, showing off her ample cleavage, which was much more firm than the rest of her. Boob job, for sure. The bumps on the fabric covering her bosom also betrayed another detail: pierced nipples!! She was obviously wearing rings with a capture bead, because it looked like she had two nipples per breast. She looked at me and elbowed her husband, and they both smiled at me. I smiled back and gave a head nod. He had a definite Italian look of a man in his upper 50's: silver and black hair slicked back, big side burns, and even though the sun was setting, he was still wearing sunglasses. He too had a few golden rings on his fingers and even a few gold bracelets and chains, with a gold watch that was big and bulky. A few tufts of white chest hair stuck out from under his bowler shirt.
Another couple at the shuttle stop was younger... probably in their mid-20's. She was athletically built and gorgeous, perhaps with some Asian in her lineage. Her dress was made of a sparkling black and silver fabric that appeared to be delicate, if not outright breezy. It had a halter top tied behind her neck and though it covered most of her front, it dropped precipitously all the way down her back; and I mean, ALL the way down her back. She wasn't wearing a bra, and because I could see the smallest inch of the top of her butt crack, it was obvious she wasn't wearing panties either. The dress had long cuts up both sides and showed a LOT of thigh, which was lovely, because she was in fabulous shape and her long legs terminated in a pair of strappy heels that laced up her graceful calves. One one of her legs, an intricate dragon tattoo started somewhere high on her leg, perhaps on her hip, and rode the length of her thigh to just past her knee on the outside. The man she was with was an imposing figure... he must have been 6'5" tall! He was a handsome black man, bald headed, wearing a tuxedo, but without the shirt... just the jacket, pants and shoes. From under the jacket, was a gold chain, but, not like a necklace... it seemed to be attached between his nipples. I surmised as much, since he was also wearing a collar with a lead that was held by the woman he was with. I think they were a Domme/sub couple, but, Daddy always taught me never to assume, so, I'm not for sure. Maybe I'd see them again during the vacation and learn more.
The final couple waiting for the shuttle was a pair of women. They were in their mid-40's, and it was obvious they were having a great time together, cracking jokes between them. I'm thinking they had pre-gamed a bit and taken advantage of the bar in their bungalow. They were dressed "resort casual" for sure: matching Hawaiian shirts, cargo shorts and sandals. Lots of earrings in their ears. Short-cropped haircuts. Each of them was holding a drink in their hand, and their other hands were clasped in each others. Lesbians. I smiled, and reveled in two women who were able to be out and be themselves.
When the shuttle arrived, we all boarded, and it drove us through the property. The older couple and the Asian/Black couple both hopped off at the main shuttle stop. They both seemed to be headed for The Copa, and it only spurred my interest further in having dinner there. It definitely seemed like a more "dressed up" place to have dinner. The lesbian couple rode onward with us, and it became apparent we were all going to the same place: The Beachside Breeze. Daddy and I talked to them a little bit as we were swiftly moved down towards the beach. Susan and Jeanne were from Arizona and had been together for 25 years, since their college days. They suggested the Conch salad at The Beachside Breeze and said that if Mario is bartending, his "Mario's Mango Madness" is THE drink to get. I smiled, as I must have looked older than my age, if these women were suggesting that I try a cocktail! Woot-woooot!
Daddy put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze, "You'll have to try one of those, pumpkin!" I smiled up at him. Permission given! Challenge accepted! (hee-hee!)
