Ecstasy in Paradise: Part 5: (Friday Night)

….continued from Part 4

Michelle and Tina entered the women’s rest room which was empty. They got into adjacent stalls and closed the doors. Michelle being fastidious with her rituals made sure that she used a paper seat protector before sitting on the toilet seat and doing her thing. When her golden trickle stopped, she wiped with tissue. She also used a wet towel from her clutch purse and wiped her Pussy for good measure before standing up and flushing. She washed her hand with soap and water and dried herself with paper towel and then sat down on the plush sofa provided in the luxurious rest room. Tina seemed to be taking more time with her affairs and finally came out, apologizing,

“Sorry it took so long. This is the last day of my period. The flow is almost over. I am so glad. No point coming to a Sex and fun resort while your period is going on.”

“Absolutely, my girlfriend. I understand,” said Michelle sympathetically.

After washing and drying her hands, Tina sat down on the sofa next to Michelle. They had a full view mirror opposite to them.

Tina said, “I Love your hair. You are gorgeous.”

Michelle blushed, and then smiled which enabled her pretty dimples to form and replied,

“Thank you. You too, and I Love your dress. Nice tropical colors and lovely ochre-colored stilettos to match.”

Tina said, “You are very kind,” and then started sobbing.

“What is wrong, Tina?” consoled Michelle putting her arms around her.

Tina continued, “I am crying from happiness and how do you say it, relief? I am so glad to meet you and Rick. Every year we have come to this resort and all we had done was go to a few workshops, make Love every night and then go home. We have never mingled with other couples or learned to apply anything we learned in the workshops.”

“Don’t worry,” said Michelle, “This is our first year. We have never done anything outside what you may call “ordinary” couple behavior. We are here to try new things. We already have done a thing or two on the wild side so far, but just between the two of us (Rick and me), not with others. Looks like you folks are also willing to go on an adventure. What does Sven think?”

Tina said, “He will be okay with this. Rick too?”

Michelle replied, “He will go for anything as long as it involves his cock.”

Michelle expected Tina to laugh but Tina looked puzzled asking,

“What is cock?”

Michelle said, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize that you may not be used to American/English slang and “bad” words. Would you like to learn some more?”

“Yes, please, if you don’t mind. I know to say many things pertaining to Sex and organs in Swedish, some in French, but not so much in English. It will help a lot when the four of us hang out together and are able to use English dirty words!” said Tina.

“OK, let’s start with cock which refers to a man’s penis. It is also called dick, rod, johnson, and in a derogatory fashion, prick” Michelle said.

She then touched Tina’s breasts with her fingers saying,

“Boobs, knockers, rack, jugs, tits, titties.”

Tina repeated each slang word after Michelle. Michelle lifted her dress and pressed her index finger on the front of her white thong panties saying,

“Pussy, snatch, box, and in a derogatory fashion cunt, which to me sounds so demeaning!”

She then made an O symbol with her left palm, inserted her right hand middle finger into the O, moved it back and forth saying,

“Fucking, screwing, balling.”

Tina laughed and repeated the words.

“I am sorry that my English is not so good,” apologized Tina.

“No, no! Your English and also Sven’s is perfect. I have not heard a single grammatical error. I only wish we Americans can speak a foreign language fluently as well as you folks speak English. I can barely manage French,” said Michelle.

“What other words are you going to teach me?” asked Tina.

Michelle said, “That’s about it.”

Tina persisted, “What about the stuff that spurts out of a cock in the end, what you call it cement, semen..?”

Michelle laughed, “You are funny. The slang for that is “come” although some people spell it C-U-M., which I think is wrong because in UK, it means “also,” as in clerk-cum-receptionist.”

“Anything else?” asked Tina.

Michelle hesitated, but continued. “Rick and I have our own vocabulary.”

“Sven and I have our own too, but in Swedish,” replied Tina, “Tell me some of yours. I won’t tell anyone.”

“All right,” said Michelle continuing,

“We have PLF for women meaning Pussy Lubricating Fluid, that is the liquid that starts being secreted when a woman is excited and her Pussy needs lubrication in anticipation of a cock or dildo entry!”

“That’s cute,” agreed Tina.

Michelle said, “One last thing. That is PCF. That stands for Pre-Cum Fluid, this is the male equivalent of PLF where a man gets excited and erect and a clear, viscous liquid starts forming in drops at the tip of his penis. Some called it pilot. Between the two of us, I like it because I smear it all over Rick’s crown which results in more liquid coming out to lubricate any back-and-forth motion that his cock may experience or anticipate in the near future.”

“Thank you for the very detailed and vivid explanation, Michelle. No wonder you are so good in the marketing field. You have a way with words. I think I am good now,” said Tina.

“Let me check on my flow,” said Tina getting up and walking into a stall and closing it.

Michelle wondered she felt a little wet under her flimsy thong panties using sexual jargon with Tina. She lifted her dress carefully and moved the thin panty fabric apart to feel her Pussy. Yes, it did feel a little wet but not enough to drench the fabric. She liked the smooth feel of her well trimmed pubic hair (“Thanks, Rick, you did a great job,” she wondered.) At that moment, the door to the WC pushed open suddenly. Michelle didn’t have time to take her fingers off her Pussy or let down her dress. A woman wearing five inch stilettos, a mini-tank top with no bra underneath and a tight micro-skirt revealing black panties underneath rushed in. She saw Michelle and whined with a fake American southern accent (disguising perhaps a German accent),

“You playing with your Pussy, honey? Nobody to fuck that Pussy, huh, bitch? See they pay me by the truckload to fuck me!”

With that she opened a stall door, and banged it shut.

The door to Tina’s stall opened suddenly, and Tina stepped out red-faced. With her index finger on her lips, she motioned Michelle to be quiet and to step out of the WC. Michelle, who was still fuming at the woman’s insult and misconstruing of the truth, followed Tina out of the rest room. As they stepped out, she asked,

“What’s going on?”

Tina replied with a great deal of trepidation in her voice,

“That woman. I know her voice. Her name is Heidi. She is in 217 with that bastard Hans. They are both trouble. The police arrested Hans earlier today but somehow Heidi managed to evade them. Hans was picked up for money laundering. Prostitution is not a crime per se on this island but if you add in extortion and blackmail, then the police are interested and that’s why they want to catch Heidi. Come, give me a hand,” Tina said.

She pointed to a large settee sitting on the floor just outside the women’s WC. She continued,

“Let’s move this to block the door and then call the police. This door only opens outward, thank God!” Michelle obeyed, still shocked and not fully knowing what was going on. They finally had the settee in place and put a couple of tall chairs on it. Tina dialed a number on her phone and started speaking,

“Police, sil vous plait!”

Michelle understood what Tina was saying in French to the person at the other end. When done, she hung up saying,

“They will be here now. Let’s get out of here,”

She did not want to be questioned by the police and wanted to avoid the possibility of being seen by Heidi who would learn that the two women were the ones who called the cops.

The police arrived within two minutes just as the ladies heard banging on the WC’s door from the inside and Heidi yelling. From what they learned later, the police arrested Heidi without incident. Tina and Michelle watched the goings on from a distance, unobserved. They were both out of breath and sank on a soft couch located twenty meters or so from the concierge booth.

“We did good,” said Tina.

Michelle agreed. Then, with a look of concern spoke,

“That’s his name, huh, Hans? I think he is the one next door to us in 217. We had a run in earlier today. Rick and I were playing around in our balcony and he came out and started saying nasty things. Then he disappeared. What time was he arrested and how do you know so much about Hans and Heidi?” inquired Michelle.

Tina hesitated a moment and then said,

“I have to confess. I happened to see the whole thing. You see, our suite is 313, which is one floor above and one room over your suite. I was tanning myself naked in our balcony lying on the chaise. It was around 1:00 PM. I then heard some noise coming from below, a man and a woman talking and then some squishing, rhythmic sounds. I peeked over and saw Rick’s cock fucking your Ass and your Pussy enjoying some dildo action. I then saw Hans come out and yell nasty things. That bloody jerk! Later, Claudette, la femme de chambre, whom I have known for the past three years, told me that they arrested Hans. I am sorry I didn’t mean to spy on your private activities. It was purely, how you say it, accidental.”

Michelle, who originally looked shocked and pale, soon recovered and then put an arm around Tina saying,

“It is all right now that I know you better. I would have been furious if it was some “peeping” Tom who watched Rick fuck me. So, what did you think of what Rick and I were doing?” queried Michelle.

Tina replied, “I think you two are special. I could see from your actions that you two Love each other intimately and care for each other’s happiness and satisfaction. I wish the four of us could do something fun together.”

Michelle said, “Perhaps. Let us go find our guys. It is nearly two hours since we left them!”

The girl at the concierge booth said,

“Those two men left an hour ago. But they have message for you. Who is Tina and who is Michelle?”

Each received a handwritten message and read it.

Michelle said, “This is so romantic, old fashioned handwritten message from your lover! Rick has some suggestions for programs that he and I can attend tomorrow,”

“Same here, Sven has some ideas about some events he and I can go to tomorrow,” said Tina, who pulled out her cell phone and texted Sven,

“Got your message. OK with your suggestions. Where are you guys?” in Swedish.

Immediately she received a response back,

“Rick and I went for a run on the beach. Now we are back in our room (313) playing cards. Where are you?”

“We had some girly issues and we talked. No problem. Don’t worry,” replied Tina via text.

At that time, the concierge girl Jocelyn, who might have been listening in said,

“There is a ladies only night at the Flamingo Club tonight. It is owned by this hotel. Half price drinks, disco music, lot of fun,” Jocelyn suggested,

“It is just a few hundred meters down this way on Rue St. Germaine, just outside the hotel” pointing the direction.

“Merci, Jocelyn,” said Michelle, then asked Tina,

“Want to go and do some more girl to girl bonding?”

“Sure,” replied Tina cheerfully.

Michelle picked up her phone dialing Rick,

“Rick, honey. It is already 9 PM. But Tina and I are going dancing. Tell Sven. You guys can go to sleep, don’t wait up for us, okay?”

Then they walked on Rue St. Germaine and found the night club which appeared to be blaring 1980’s style music. After verifying their IDs, they were let in. The place was dazzling with lights, strobes and fantastic disco balls reflecting spectra of light on the dancers below. After ordering ginger lemon rum mocktail for Michelle and strawberry daiquiri for Tina, they walked over to the dance floor. “Union of the Snakes” by Duran Duran was playing. Michelle loved the song and danced with Tina, both smiling and enjoying each other’s business. Time passed by quickly and the girls didn’t have to deal with slobbering men trying to hit on women. Michelle disappeared for a while during which time Tina sat down to rest. She was not planning to dance; otherwise she would not have worn the four inch stiletto heels. Michelle came back, asking

“Ready for another dance?” “Do you mind if I dance bare footed? My shoes are killing me,” said Tina.

They went to the floor. By then, the next song started, “Dancing Queen” by Abba. Tina looked surprised, then pleased. Some of the couples resorted to the slow dance mode. Michelle was a little flabbergasted at first but when Tina pulled her closer and held her in an embrace while moving around slowly, she relaxed. Tina held Michelle gently and started guiding her to the center of the dance floor while rotating slowly. Michelle got a whiff of the pleasant aroma emanating from Tina — sweet pine and/or cedar scents mixed. As the song progressed, Tina hugged Michelle in a tighter embrace. Each could feel the other’s nipples getting erect as their breasts delicately caressed each other. Michelle felt warmth flowing down into her genitals. Tina experienced a similar sensation and feared that her Pussy might get ultra-wet. Tina rested her cheek gently on Michelle’s and pressed it. Michelle could now smell Tina’s perfume more distinctly and it exhilarated her. Tina enjoyed the aroma of Michelle’s rose/sandalwood potion. The song ended.

Tina said, “Thank you. You had the DJ play this for my sake, right?”

Michelle nodded and looked longingly at Tina asking, “Yes. May I kiss you?”

“Oui,” replied Tina.

Michelle first kissed Tina’s cheek and then pressed her lips against Tina’s lips which were painted with an ochre colored lipstick matching the tiger colors of her dress. They kissed passionately with each woman’s tongue exploring the other’s mouth ravenously. The DJ was looking for the next disc. There was silence in the ball room and it appeared as though the entire audience was watching Michelle and Tina passionately kissing each other in the center of the floor. The DJ finally got his act together announcing,

“Ladies, that one you just heard was for Tina A. of Stockholm from Michelle D. of Miami.”

The audience clapped and the two ladies sat down looking a little embarrassed. Tina said, “Thank you, mon amie!“

It was nearing 11:00 PM.

“We should head back to our room. I enjoyed our evening tremendously” said Michelle.

Tina replied, “Me too.” After a pit stop, the two headed back to their hotel rooms, holding hands. Tina promised, “My Pussy would be presentable tomorrow.”

“I’d like that,” replied Michelle.

They kissed each other good night and parted business promising to meet for happy hour the next day.

…continued in Part 6