Jenna's Vacation-2

Karen Cypher

Part one is a little...different...now, Jenna. Hope Part Two makes it unscathed! Enjoy, baby.

Jenna slept late, finally getting out of bed well past nine O’clock. Kate wasn’t there, but a note propped by the mirror told Jenna that her daughter was out wandering around, and would eventually be at the beach.

Stretching, Jenna thought about last night; thought about Derik, about Kate, about a side of herself she didn’t know she possessed. As she looked over her clothes, deciding on what to wear, Jenna once again gave serious thought to remaining topless. She would have, but nothing in her wardrobe really was appropriate to go without a top; unless she wanted to buy a bikini and just wear the bottoms…maybe get some more skirts?

Dressed, Jenna left the room and explored for a while before asking directions from the concierge; she would make her appointment. The walk was not far, but the boardwalk leading to the trail wove through what looked like rough terrain along the dunes; rising and falling toward the edge of the tree-line.

The earth was level once Jenna was on the trail, packed and warm; the bark worn from the crisscrossing roots by many soles. Still, bare feet were not the best for this, and the second or third time she stubbed her toe, she whimpered. But at least she was comfortably dressed, in Capri’s and a pale cream colored long-sleeved halter top that tied at the waist. Her breasts were covered, but the material was thin and loose. Anyone looking could easily see the outline of her distended nipples as the errant wind blew it tight to her torso; a compromise for going topless. She really did get a thrill out of being so exposed.

She entered a clearing covered in soft sand with a large gazebo in its center. Woven sunshades were suspended to cover the large openings of the gazebo, strung from the tops by coarse rope. They made a soft clacking sound in the fitful breeze as cicadas droned off in the distance. From the inside, Jenna heard faint strains of music.

Taking a deep breath, she entered.

Chips of light coming through the covering sunshades played across the interior as her eyes slowly adjusted to the gazebo’s dimness. Derik and an exotic looking woman were seated on low pallets positioned against the walls. The woman stopped her play and stood. Jenna had a confused image of honeyed skin and midnight hair; curly still, but twisted in softer ringlets instead of tight ones that were woolly and wiry with frizz. Turning to face her, Jenna saw slender ankles flaring to shapely, well toned legs. The face was a young woman’s; angelic and sweet; rounded, with great dark eyes that looked cool and appraising. Her breasts were wonderful. They were on the small side, but high and firm on her chest, barely concealed by a man’s shirt that was buttoned with only the bottom buttons. It looked positively huge on her small frame; pale against her tanned skin, the tails coming down to rest below her knees, sleeves rolled up loosely to her forearms. There was absolutely no evidence of tan lines that Jenna could see. She tried not to stare.

Derik was not rising, but simply placed the guitar on the floor before him; gesturing to the woman standing beside him.

“Jenna, this is Kayla, my wife.” Derik said in his low honeyed voice. “Kayla, this is…Jenna. The woman I told you about this morning.”

“Jenna Lincoln,” Jenna said, flashing a nervous smile to the woman. “Your husband and I met yesterday and then again for dinner last night at the hotel. He helped me in a big way.”

Kayla gave Derik a sharp look. From it, Jenna gathered that Derik had perhaps not told his wife everything, or even much of anything that had occurred the previous night.

Jenna bit her lip, nervously wiping her palms on the hips of her trousers before thrusting out her hand toward the woman.

Kayla stood immobile.

“A pleasure to meet you in better circumstances,” Derik said, hastily rising to stand beside his wife. He waved a hand at Jenna’s body, clearly indicating her clothes. “I see you are fully recovered from your previous distress. We are both glad you came, even after your unfortunate situation has been resolved. Perhaps you are still willing to accommodate us, to be adventurous; take a risk?”

It was worrisome to Jenna to be beholden to this man. After all she had gone through, the embarrassment at the airport, after letting him have his way…Derik’s words finally registered in her brain. The peak of her smile waned and her knees failed her. She sat down heavily in an unoccupied wicker chair.

“Oh!” said Jenna. “But I thought we had…”

“Oh, don’t bother yourself!” Derik quickly cut in. “Kayla and I can surely come up with something for you to thank us, something you have so ably shown you are willing to do.” He finished, a lecherous grin plastered to his face.

Breathless, Jenna’s eyes slowly widened, the blood draining from her face as comprehension finally dawned.

Alarmed by Jenna’s sudden reaction, Kayla quickly started to pour her a drink, her deft hands gliding over the pitcher of water as concern filled her dark eyes; small breasts moving softly as she went on hands and knees, fingers dancing hypnotically over the glass. She kneeled before Jenna, proffering the drink.

Taking it, Jenna gulped it down reflexively; calming herself by the mechanics of drinking. The water was laced with fresh mint leaves and soothed her suddenly dry throat. Staring into Kayla’s depthless eyes, she finally came to grips with her concern.

Jenna had no idea what would be expected of her, but she felt sure it would somehow be something she would not want to do. Did they both want to have sex? Would she have to perform on Derik again while Kayla watched? Would she? Could she? She was not accustomed to finding someone…some woman…attractive; but the eyes and the neck and the breasts; the sheer grace in which Kayla moved captivated her in a way she could not fathom.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

More confused than ever, Jenna gave a weak smile to Kayla; her eyes conveying an apology for her reaction. The smile that seemed to flicker across Kayla’s plush lips let Jenna know she was not offended. Jenna’s eyes glanced over to Derik, as he turned his attention toward the make-shift bar. Jenna turned her own attention to her drink, trying to forget her confusion of the moment. She ran her fingertips over the rim of the glass, trying to contemplate her options.

Jenna looked them both in the eye as she came to her decision. “No obligations,” she said flatly.

“No, of course not,” Kayla replied, standing lithely and kissing Jenna lightly on the forehead. “This is simply for fun.” she finished, walking over to the pallet she had abandoned.

Jenna watched her go; watched the silky movement of her limbs as she reached down to grab something. Kayla cast a knowing glance toward Derik. “This is for pleasure, too.” she said, taking Jenna’s glass and setting it aside. With feather-soft touches, Kayla kissed Jenna’s eyes closed.

Jenna was absolutely on fire with the anticipation of the unexpected. Heat poured off her in waves; a bead of sweat rolling down between her breasts, the sensation reminding her that she was going to go topless today…just to shock Katie. She held her breath.

Kayla kissed her hard on the mouth, her tongue probing deeply, mercilessly. Jenna kissed her back, trying to convey through that one kiss how much she suddenly wanted this. Kayla stood up, her crotch only an inch away from Jenna’s face; Jenna could smell how much Kayla wanted to fuck her. Abruptly, Kayla thrust her hips forward. “Is this what you want?”

Yes, Jenna realized; that was exactly what she wanted.

Kate watched her mother go into the gazebo and heard the music stop. She waited a few minutes, and then sneaked her way from the woods. She crouched outside the gazebo, peering in through an opening left by the shades; her eyes taking in the tableau playing out in the interior. “Holy shit!” she breathed. Kate couldn’t see Derik from where she was crouching, but she had a profile view of her mother sitting in a low chair, mouth slightly open as a smaller woman dressed in a man’s shirt stood with her sex close to her mom’s face.

“Is this what you want?” Kate heard the dark-haired woman say. Was this woman Derik’s wife?

Kate moved around a little, trying to get more comfortable.

Jenna felt Kayla step back and opened her eyes. She moved her hands up; hoping to grab Kayla by the waist. Kayla grabbed both her wrists though, and placed them palm-flat on the arms of the chair. Jenna felt hair tickling the side of her face as Kayla leaned in. “No, no, no,” Kayla whispered melodically into her ear. “No hands, sweetie.”

Jenna looked up at her, a little confused, felt the fabric of Kayla’s shirt brush her legs. Just how the hell was she going to accomplish undressing Kayla without using her hands? Jenna worked her mouth at the buttons one by one, but she could not seem to unfasten them. The fabric of Kayla’s shirt was coarse and tasted lightly of salt. Sighing, Jenna gave up. “I’ll have to bite them off,” Jenna said, frustration in her voice. “Is that okay?” A half-smile still on her lips, Kayla merely raised an eyebrow in response.

Jenna went back to the task at hand, tugging fitfully on each button as she bit into the thread. Finally, the last button was gone and Kayla swept the shirt off, standing only in her thong bikini. Jenna watched as Kayla stepped close again; the skin of Kayla’s belly just brushing her lips. The skin was hot. Jenna ran her tongue along the flesh above the panel, hoping to turn Kayla on enough to take the bottoms off for her. Was she supposed to chew through the fabric of her bottoms too, Jenna wondered?

“I don’t know what it is that you want me to do.” Jenna said. She could smell Kayla’s perfume all around her; smell Kayla’s arousal, and it mixed with Jenna’s own; made Jenna drunk to know she was about to go through with this.

Kayla grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her from the chair and standing her up. Kayla walked around Jenna, lightly touching a shoulder here, an elbow there; always maintaining some form of contact. She was examined for what seemed a long time, then Kayla turned her around in a circle, turned her again; inspecting. Jenna caught site of Derik leaning against a window at the gazebo’s wall; arms casually folded over his chest as he watched. Jenna was getting a little annoyed; was she some prostitute being examined before the prospective buyer?

“Tell me what to do,” Jenna said, in a way that was neither a command nor a plea, but both.

“Take off your top.” Kayla said, moving behind Jenna and untying the simple knot holding her halter in place.

Jenna all but ripped off the halter she’d been wearing and tossed it aside, revealing her breasts to Derik’s gaze once again; the redness of the previous days sun contrasting harshly against the rest of her tanned skin. Jenna smiled as the breeze cooled her hot skin, tightening her nipples as the sweat evaporated. Kayla once again walked around her, trailing her fingers along Jenna’s stomach and ribs.

“Very pretty,” Kayla spoke softly. “Very, very nice; good to see you didn’t burn too badly.”

Jenna felt Kayla move behind her, felt the smaller woman cup her hips, felt the hands move up along her ribs and under her own arms. Jenna closed her eyes once again as Kayla cupped Jenna’s breasts in her hands, first gently holding them; hefting their weight. She leaned back into the smaller woman, pressing her back into Kayla’s much smaller breasts. She felt the heat and the sheen of perspiration against her back. Kayla shifted position slightly as she squeezed Jenna’s tits, and the silky feeling of Kayla’s nipples sliding along her skin made Jenna sigh with pleasure.

Kayla extended her tongue and ran it up Jenna’s arm to her shoulder. She gave a slight throaty chuckle as she felt and heard Jenna inhale with a sharp gasp of pleasure. Jenna’s skin was salty with sweat but still had the clean smell of soap. She nipped lightly with her teeth and squeezed Jenna’s breasts in one long caress before stepping back once again.

“Very nice indeed,” Kate heard the other woman say as she stepped back from her mother. Kate’s mind was turning cartwheels as she tried to process what was happening before her very eyes. Jesus, her mom was a lot more open about her sexuality than Kate had ever dreamed! Did Mom like being displayed so? The woman moved to her mother’s side again, pressing her body into her mother’s. From her vantage, Kate watched with rapt attention as the woman ran her hand on her mom’s belly and slowly opened her pants, sliding her hand inside. Kate could clearly see the woman moving her hand around, and by her mom’s reaction, she could tell the woman was hitting all the right spots!

Kate had long since unbuttoned her own shorts, and her hand was performing a mirror image of what her mother was experiencing. “God, this is soo hot!!” Kate said under her breath. She was still half-crouching, half-kneeling to get the best view without alerting the ones inside to her presence. Closing her eyes, Kate let the excitement wash over her, envelope her within its embrace. Kate felt herself falling, temporarily losing her balance in the heat of the moment. Instinctively, she thrust out her hand to steady herself against the gazebo wall. Her hand landed with a meaty ‘thunk’, loud to her ears. Kate’s heart was beating rapidly in her chest for another reason now; had anyone inside heard?

Quick as thought, Kate scampered around the corner and back into the trees. As she regained her breath, she saw Derik taking a stroll around the gazebo; obviously checking the clearing for the source of the noise. She let out an audible groan of relief; she had not been seen. She waited silently until Derik went back inside. Composing herself, Kate walked back down the path towards the resort, her mind still working. Clearly, her eyes had been newly opened concerning her mother. Kate’s thoughts were a tumbled mess, and she knew she had to work them out; start thinking straight if she was ever going to come to grips with this.

Jenna watched Derik enter the gazebo, his expression dubious. Kayla’s hands and lips were still plying their magic, and Jenna was in a state of arousal she had never before thought she could attain. Derik rolled up each of the sunshades about half-way, and the fitful breeze was a huge relief in the stifling enclosed space. Jenna thought it a great trade; privacy from prying eyes for the comfort of the wind.

Jenna had her capri’s undone, and Kayla’s long fingers slowly massaged her clit through her panties. Her lips were locked to the other woman’s in a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. Jenna pulled away from the kiss a little, her tongue snaking out to explore Kayla’s velvet lips as Kayla ran her free hand down Jenna’s bottom. Jenna felt her reaching up and under her bottom to stroke her fingers on Jenna’s sex before coming to rest directly over her anus; pressing maddeningly through the fabric of her pants.

Jenna’s legs were growing weak with her need and it felt like Kayla’s fingers were rubbing her almost raw through her clothing, but she didn’t want Kayla to stop long enough kick her pants off; it was that wonderful.

Kayla was the first to pull away, looking into Jenna’s eyes as she took a step back.

“Let’s get naked.” Kayla said, bending straight-legged as she pulled her bikini bottoms down; her dark eyes still holding Jenna’s.

Jenna could not agree more. She lowered her pants and panties in one smooth movement, marring the graceful action by dancing awkwardly on one foot as she pulled them off her legs. Jenna tossed her remaining clothing on top of her discarded halter; standing naked, radiant and beautiful in the middle of the floor.

Kayla smiled at Jenna’s nakedness; she truly was beautiful. She took a step toward Jenna, encircling her waist and letting her hands return to the globes of Jenna’s ass. Kayla looked up slightly at the taller woman. “I want to watch you cum,” she whispered. “I want to watch you play with your pussy, your tits, your ass; until you bring yourself to orgasm.” Kayla continued softly. “Then, I am going to make love to you, fuck you with my fingers and tongue and have you do the same to me until we both explode.” Kayla finished, giving Jenna a breathy kiss.

Jenna was boiling now, and would have done anything this woman asked. Kayla led her over to the low pallet Jenna had first seen her on, going over to retrieve the low chair for herself; placing it squarely before Jenna.

“I want you to watch me cum for you, Kayla” Jenna heard herself say. “Just lean back, relax, and watch me.” God, she had never been so brazen in her life! Was she insane?

Derik’s interest was finally piqued as well. He had felt, rather than heard something smack against the outside of the wall he had been leaning against, but a quick inspection had revealed nothing. His wife seemed to have things well in hand, so he moved himself to his own low pallet to enjoy the show; stripping off his shirt and adjusting his shorts in an attempt to get more comfortable.

“I want to watch you too, Kayla” Jenna said huskily. “I want to watch you stroke your pussy; want to see your fingers moving over your clit.” Jenna finished. She still didn’t know what could have possessed her to act this way, but she loved it.

Jenna saw and heard Kayla gasp with appreciation as she started masturbating for her; sending sparks of elation through her veins. She lightly ran her fingers over her clit and looked straight into Kayla’s eyes. She spread her thighs before Kayla, letting the other woman clearly see how excited she was; her outer lips opening as Jenna scooted forward so Kayla could see. Jenna slowly rubbed the shaft of her index finger up her sex, collecting some of the moisture that had been gathering since this whole thing started. Jenna brought her finger to her lips, running her tongue over the tip before inserting it into her mouth; licking her juices off. She still looked into Kayla’s eyes.

Kayla inhaled sharply again, and planted her own fingers firmly on her clit as she watched Jenna’s performance. Her hand began to move as she watched Jenna languidly bring her fingers back to her waiting sex.

Using her index and ring fingers to spread herself, Jenna slowly inserted her middle finger into her waiting heat. She drew in a soft breath as she felt the thickness of her finger filling her. Moving her finger in and out, Jenna reveled in the pleasure and quickly added a second finger; pushing harder until they were buried deep inside her. Jenna saw that Kayla was thrumming her fingers against her own clit; her eyes focused on Jenna’s sex.

Jenna loved watching Kayla’s hand move, imagining what pleased her; what turned her on. Was it Jenna’s newfound raw sexuality? Was it that she herself was so open to Kayla’s desires? Was it the sight of Jenna so exposed before her, so wanton? She spared a glace toward Derik.

Jenna noticed with increased arousal that his eyes were glued to her sex…her…pussy; she amended, unconsciously echoing the thoughts of her daughter from the night before. His shorts were off, and she once more beheld the sight of Derik naked. Lying back, Jenna admitted to herself that Derik was extremely attractive; rugged and masculine with an air of control that positively exuded confidence. She liked watching a man pleasure himself; liked watching his hand move and thrilled that she was the object of that pleasure.

As she turned her attention back to Kayla, the soft squishy sound of her fingers in her pussy permeated into Jenna’s brain. Jenna knew she was beyond control now and spread her legs further, giving them each an unobstructed view.

Jenna’s clit reacted immediately. She moaned as her fingers took on the subtle rhythm of Kayla’s own. Jenna closed her eyes and released herself to the sensations coming from her center. She increased the speed of her own fingers, arching her back to lift her bottom off of the low pallet; getting lost in the feelings.

Kayla’s groan brought Jenna back to herself, and she opened her eyes to see Kayla before her. Kayla had one foot drawn up tight to her bottom with her other leg hooked over the arm of the chair behind her knee; the fingers of her hand dancing feverishly over her sex. Kayla was so beautiful. Jenna was close to orgasm herself. She knew it, and didn’t try to prolong or hold back; she wanted this badly. Jenna thrust her fingers deeper into herself; she could feel the walls clenching and contracting around them.

Kayla started whimpering; a fast panting breath that made the air resonate between them. She threw her head back as her legs rocketed out straight before her, bottom coming off the chair; body held up by her neck on the back of the chair and the heels of her splayed legs on the floor. Jenna watched the narrow shaft of sunlight from the rolled up sunshade play off Kayla’s body; the sheen of sweat sending fractures of light across her torso as she collapsed back on the chair, a beatific smile on her face.

Watching Kayla’s orgasm was all Jenna needed.

Jenna’s pussy clenched hard around her fingers, her clit throbbing beneath her hand. Her body felt positively electric as she climaxed; a hard, sudden, intense climax that left her breathless. Jenna’s body writhed at the feelings and cried out; convulsing hard as wave after wave rolled through her. She closed her eyes as light and sound seemed to disappear; channeling instead to her clit. She felt the wetness on her fingers as it pooled beneath her, the moisture gathering on the cushion of the pallet. Jenna felt Kayla move over her, pressing her body into Jenna’s and kissing her hard; riding out her orgasm with her.

Jenna opened her eyes as Kayla ran her hand down Jenna’s thigh, stopping at her sex. Kayla pulled Jenna’s hand away and slowly brought the fingers that had been inside her to her mouth. Eyes locked on Kayla’s, Jenna watched as Kayla opened her lips and licked the milky fluid from them; a gossamer strand of saliva appeared between her tongue and Jenna’s fingers.

Jenna sat up, grasping Kayla behind her neck as she kissed passionately; her own tongue darting out to dance with Kayla’s; sharing the secret taste of her orgasm.

“Mmmm; now wasn’t that fun?” Kayla breathed against Jenna’s lips.

Jenna couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing. Her body felt torpid and she wanted nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep, but she knew that was the best orgasm she had had in a long, long time.

“Yes, baby” Jenna admitted. “That was absolutely wonderful.” She lay back then, closing her eyes and basking in the afterglow; running her hands along her torso to cup her breasts before repeating the journey downward. Sound returned in a filtered haze around her as she heard Derik start to move about.

“It appears we have company, darlings” Derik spoke. “John and Amy are here, so you might want to get yourselves presentable.”

Jenna sat up and looked over the low wall of the gazebo facing the ocean. Not twenty feet away, a young couple was walking hand-in-hand toward them. She heard Kayla scramble into her bikini bottoms as Derik went out to meet them. Jenna looked frantically around for her own clothes. She saw them in the far corner; rolled up from her haste to get them off and far enough away that they might as well have been on the moon. Shit.

“Kayla, please!” Jenna moaned, fanning her hand frantically at Kayla’s discarded shirt.

Kayla bent, tossing Jenna the garment before stepping outside to greet the newcomers herself. As Kayla was dressed in only a thong bikini, Jenna didn’t suppose this was a formal visit.

Jenna shrugged into the shirt, wrapping it closed around her and doing up the buttons as she walked toward the exit. As she was stepping out, Jenna belatedly realized that the usable buttons stopped at her navel; she had bitten the rest off in her play with Kayla!

“Shit, shit, shit” Jenna said under her breath.

Using her left hand to hold down the front of the shirt, Jenna greeted the newcomers with an enthusiasm she didn’t feel; especially as the wind kept trying to glide the back of Jenna’s shirt up her body.

“Jenna,” Derik began, “This is my mate John, the one who finally released your luggage from the Customs office.”

“Pleased to meet you!” Jenna said, as introductions were made. “Thank you so much for helping.”

John demurred, but Amy raised an eyebrow in reply.

Jenna found herself thinking Amy’s thoughts; “Fat lot of good that did you! You are standing practically naked in front of us, why did you need your clothes?”

She found herself greeting John’s wife Amy with the same enthusiasm that she greeted John. Amy didn’t miss the fact that Jenna was desperate to conceal herself.

“My, my” Amy said. “It looks like you have been having quite a bit of fun!”

Jenna smiled and joked along with Derik and Kayla, but she was desperate to leave and tried valiantly to remove herself from the reunion and disappear. Saying her goodbyes at the earliest opportunity, Jenna walked the same path that John and Amy took; walking along the beach back to the resort.

The wind kept testing Jenna’s control of the shirt, and finally she gave up; trying to make progress over the dunes. She looked quickly around, but the beach was unoccupied. As she walked, Jenna replayed her own actions of mere minutes before. Her body felt so alive with the post-climactic bliss, that she didn’t want it to end. Still, questions ran through her head; how could she have let herself go so far with Derik and Kayla? Why did she want Kayla to watch her? Why was she so turned on with the prospect of showing herself to Kayla?

Granted, Jenna loved an orgasm as much as the next woman, but she finally admitted to herself that it was sharing her arousal with Kayla that sent her over the edge of oblivion. She lost all her inhibitions, all her concerns about her body, relished in the fact that Kayla was turned-on watching Jenna pleasure herself. It excited Jenna once again. She purposely let the shirt glide up her body with the next gust of wind; taking secret delight that she was naked for the world to see, if only the world was looking!

As Jenna traveled further up the beach, she noticed knots of people gathered along the ocean’s shores. Jenna angled toward the water in an attempt to put more distance between herself and the crowds; she knew how exposed she truly was, despite her fanciful desires.

She waded into the surf; the water up to her knees as she passed a group of families with their children. One of the women was topless, but the others had suits on. Jenna waved, and made a conscious effort to keep her shirt down to cover herself, angling more into the water. Jenna waded up to her hips, knowing the weight of the wet shirt would not react in the fitful breeze the way dry cloth would. Pleased with herself, Jenna ambled toward the hard and densely packed sand of the beach to continue her journey. It wasn’t until people started looking at her more and more that Jenna realized her mistake.

The wet fabric of her shirt clung to her curves with startling accuracy! Looking down, Jenna could see the outline of her sex; transparent through the fabric. She didn’t imagine her bottom was better concealed, so she backed away into the ocean until the water was over her midsection; just about breast-level.

Walking in chest-high water did little to improve her progress toward her room. Jenna was tired, and the constant surge of the surf made her feel that she was fighting a battle of wills; hers against the ocean’s. The ocean won.

Jenna moved up a little toward the beach; leaving her legs submerged in the water with the rhythmic surf covering her waist enough for modesty. Most of the women she passed at this point were topless, but she didn’t see any women completely nude as she had the previous day; maybe there was a special section? As she fought for balance, Jenna’s endless battle with the surf ended mercifully; her bungalow was just over there.

She emerged like a shipwrecked sailor finding his way to the beach; arms splayed and grateful for the survival of the moment. It was a ridiculous thought, but it made Jenna smile in spite of the circumstances. As Jenna slowly made her way to the sliding door, she once more thought about her fantastic afternoon and how much she had enjoyed it. Would she see Derik and Kayla again? Jenna doubted it; those two were just a little too wild for her tastes.

Finally, Jenna reached her room; opening the door and slipping in. She could not urge herself to do more that strip off the wet shirt at the entrance and fall on the bed. Kate came in a few minutes later, finding her mother lying face-down on the bed and gloriously naked.