Part 1 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e1nckz/marys_adventure_part_1_of_6_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
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When I got back to the room, Gina was already closed in her room. I could hear her moving around, doubtlessly stressing over the most minute detail in her appearance. I was sure she’d look flawless. That meant I had to rise to the challenge, as much as I could. I didn’t make myself known, I just went to my room and unpacked my purchases. Beyond the lingerie, I’d stopped and bought some makeup. I set it on the bed, checked my phone to find it was 5:00 (and still no response from Frank), leaving me an hour until our planned rendezvous time. Perfect. Stripping down, I grabbed a towel and ran to the shower to clean off the sweat from walking around in the tropical climate. I wish I could say the shower turned into something sexy, with some light teasing to get myself in the mood, but honestly, it had been so long since I’d gotten ready for an honest to God date, I wanted to leave myself as much time as possible to get everything just right. So the shower turned out to be quick, in and out, with barely enough time to enjoy the warm water. After drying off came the stressful prospect of makeup. Scattering the new purchases over the counter, I cursed myself for not knowing more. I’d put on some light makeup for church each week, but nothing sexy, just enough to look proper. Staring at the mascara and eye shadow and blush and lipstick and foundation and everything else the lady at the store had foisted on me, I briefly considered abandoning it and just knocking on Gina’s door to see if she wanted to cut all the red tape. That hadn’t been the agreement, though, and so I bit the bullet and set about following through with my minimal experience. In the end, I pulled up a video on YouTube that at least kept me from looking like I was wearing a Halloween costume, though putting on mascara with my shaking hands came dangerously close to leaving me needing an eye patch. When all was said and done, I was fairly pleased with the semi-natural look I’d achieved. Mostly, though, I was relieved to be done. Fortunately, with short hair like mine, there wasn’t anything fancy to be done, and in a matter of minutes, I’d made myself presentable, at least from the neck up. I snuck back into the bedroom, still clad in nothing but a towel. Gina was still holed up in her room, though the sounds had died down. A glance at the clock revealed that I had wasted 45 minutes between my shower and my amateur makeup job. Gina was probably just putting on the finishing touches, and here I was in nothing but a towel. I cursed myself silently, ducking into the bedroom.
With shaking hands, I picked up the lacy white bra. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized just how delicate it felt. I could see why the saleswoman recommended it for my form. I could only imagine this light lace trying to contain Gina’s large breasts. Slowly, carefully, I slipped it on, latching it behind my back before stepping into the panties. I looked at myself in the mirror. The saleswoman had been right. Against my tanned skin, the pure white contrasted beautifully, just like the black had done against my pale skin less than a week ago. I ran my hands over my body, scarcely believing the reflection was mine. Sexy. I looked so goddamn sexy. The sound of Gina in the main living area kept me from admiring myself for too long, though. My phone showed I had less than five minutes. Surely enough time to slip into my dress and shoes, but it still sent a wave of panic through me. My first date in years, and I was going to be late. In a flurry, I slipped into my dress, struggling only slightly to get it zipped up, stepped into my simple church heels, the only dressy shoes I had, quickly checked myself in the mirror and, after a couple minor adjustments to the dress and hair, stepped out into the main living area with over a minute to spare.
Gina was perfect. Anticipating that I would wear the black dress, the only dress I had, Gina had gone with a strapless white dress that hugged her body like a second skin from just under her arms down to her mid thighs, just one wrong move away from riding up and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her matching heels gave her already tall, willowy frame a couple extra inches, and her ruby makeup was flawless, drawing attention to her ruby lips that I desperately wanted on mine again. She looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. For her part, she seemed genuinely surprised by how well I had cleaned up. Her eyes yoyoed over me before lingering on my face, speechless. I blushed. It’s hard to hold on to insecurities when someone looking like Gina did was left speechless by little old me. After a moment of just staring across the room, she walked to me and pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head. After holding me against her for a long while, I finally broke the silence.
“Gina, are you okay?”
“I just can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” I sighed deeply, pulling back from the hug, nodding.
“Tell me about it. You at least have some precedence for this sort of thing. A week ago, I’d be saying Our Fathers for a week straight just for thinking about this.” Gina looked concerned.
“Mary, if you don’t want to…”
“Don’t want to do dinner and just cut straight to the fun part?” I interrupted, knowing full well what she wanted, but not wanting to even consider an out. I wanted this. “The thought had occurred to me.” She laughed lightly and stuck out her tongue at me.
“Naughty naughty,” she taunted. “Though I didn’t actually make reservations downstairs…”
“Are you thinking room service?”
“Well…I don’t want to rush things…but I do kind of want to keep you all to myself tonight. You never know, R might show up and steal you away.” I blushed and shook my head, placing my hand on hers.
“No, Gina. I’ve made up my mind. Tonight, I’m with you.” Very rarely in life can you be sure that you’ve said the exact right thing. This was one of those times. Gina lit up like a Christmas tree, and, before I knew what was happening, her lips were on mine again. Just like before, it wasn’t an urgent kiss, Gina wasn’t in a rush. She was just pouring all her affection for me into our connection, and she didn’t seem to care if it took all night. I didn’t care either, for that matter. There was one thing, though.
I broke the lip lock abruptly, catching my breath. “So,” I said, between deep breaths, “does that mean we’re getting room service?” She chuckled and shook her head before kissing me again. All thought of food passed from my mind as Gina started properly working her magic on me, unleashing years and years of anticipation into our warm, soft union. Slowly, she moved her hands to my back, almost like she was afraid I’d run away. I had no such plans. At that moment, I belonged to her, in the same way I had belonged to Alberto the night before, and R before him. A way, I realized in some deep recess of my mind, I had never really belonged to Frank. No, Frank had no idea how to kiss like Gina. He didn’t know how to do anything like Gina.
One of Gina’s hands slid down to cup my right butt cheek, squeezing tentatively and groaning. “I’ve definitely been wanting to get my hands on this for a long time,” she whispered, nuzzling my nose with hers. I had no words. All the taboos were piling up in my mind, not just cheating on my husband, but being with a woman. Beyond that, I was running through the seven deadly sins like it was going out of style, I lusted for her touch, I hungered for her kiss, I needed her with an insatiable greed, I envied the other women she’d been with, I felt wrath for anyone who would judge me for wanting this, I felt pride that she loved my body so, and I wanted nothing more than to lay with her and waste the night.
Sinful. The sweet, demure housewife in me raged at the margins of my mind. Sinful bitch. Slutty whore.
Goddamn right. As Gina nibbled on my neck, both hands groping my ass through my dress, I accepted any and all titles with pride. If it felt this good, I’d be a goddamned whore. With fire running through my veins and lightning shooting across my nerves, I was ready, willing and able to grope, suck and fuck my way through the masses, consequences be damned. Frank be damned.
Gently, I place my hands on Gina’s head, bringing her lips back to mine. One of her hands remained on my ass as the other came to my cheek. She pulled back, concerned. I quickly realized why. I had tears running down my cheek. She did, too. We were both smiling too broadly to say anything, so I just grabbed her hand and led her into my bedroom. By force of habit, I closed the door behind me, though there was no danger of anyone interrupting us. I sat Gina down on the edge of the bed and stood in front of her. On retrospect, I should have danced for her, or built up the moment, but she didn’t seem to mind as I reached behind my back and slowly unzipped my dress. All nervousness was stripped away. Why should I be nervous? It was just me and my best friend.
She gasped as my dress fell free, a testament to the power of my new lingerie, as she had seen me in varying states of undress all week. The bra pushed my smallish breasts together to create the illusion of cleavage, somehow without looking like it was forcing the issue. My dusky pink nipples were clearly visible through the delicate lace that fit my curves like it was made especially for me. The panties rode low on my hips and would have been considered reasonably modest if it hadn’t been made from the same material, leaving no doubt, not that Gina would have had any, that I was clean shaven. Slowly, I turned on the spot, allowing her to take in the back, where the delicate fabric plunged between my ass cheeks, framing what I had come to realize was one of my finest features like a piece of art. When I faced Gina again, she stood, wiping the tears from her cheeks, and hugged me. “Mary,” she whispered, “you’re an angel.” She held me out, an arm on each shoulder, looking me over again. “White was a wonderful choice,” she said. “If only Frankie could see you now.” My eyes flashed over to the phone on the nightstand, as dark and silent as ever. With a cheeky smile, she stepped over to it, plucking it off the table. “Does Frankie know what we’re doing here tonight?” I shrugged.
“Frank doesn’t need to know everything.”
“What would he think if he saw you right now?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. He hasn’t been responding to any of my texts or pictures all week. I even…” I stopped short. I didn’t THINK Gina would mind the video I’d sent, especially since her face wasn’t clearly visible, but I wasn’t sure. I was pretty sure she’d sent dirty videos to boyfriends before.
“You even…what?” Her arched eyebrow was so damn sexy. I didn’t want to say the next part, for fear it would upset her, and I would ruin our evening. Selfish, yes, but I had my priorities. Reluctantly, I stepped over and took the phone from her, unlocking it and pulling up the video I’d taken.
“I even sent him this this morning. Still nothing.” I passed her the phone and waited in agony as she hit play. The moans played through the otherwise silent room. Gina’s face was indecipherable as she watched the short, homemade porn clip she’d inadvertently starred in. Finally, I heard my own voice, “Do you think they have room for one more, Frank?” Slowly, a smile spread across Gina’s face.
“Mary Mary, quite contrary,” she whispered. “You’ve got balls,” she said, passing it back to me. “You would have ripped me apart just a week ago for doing something like that.”
“You’re not upset?”
“I wish you’d gotten a more flattering angle, but Frankie’s been trying to sneak a glimpse of me for years. I’m glad he finally has something to keep him from lurking around me so much when I stop by.”
“He has?” I’d never noticed Frank showing any interest. To me, he was such a non-sexual being, the idea of him trying to sneak a glance at anyone was hard to swallow.
“Besides, I haven’t exactly been innocent,” she said, walking to the door. After a moment in the main living area, she came back in with her purse, her phone already in hand. She passed it to me. There, crystal clear on the screen, was Alberto fucking me like both our lives depended on it. My face wasn’t clear, but the moans and screams were clearly my own. I guess, after her orgasm, Gina hadn’t been quite as unconscious as I had thought.”
“Did you…” I asked after it ended, passing it back to her.
“No. Not to make you feel bad for what you did, I really don’t mind, but I didn’t want to overstep my bounds.” Part of me felt like I should be relieved, but I was more disappointed than anything. Not that I wanted Gina sending off sexy videos of me to just anyone, but honestly, the idea of Frank having that clip, knowing that he had sexual urges towards Gina, that he wasn’t sexless after all, and thus, that he might be sitting at home now, watching both of our clips over and over again while being sinful himself, was as much of a turn on as anything. I set my phone down, and she dropped hers back in her purse, setting it on the ground. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my ass.
“I like it when you do this,” I said quietly. She squeezed it a couple times, playfully, and I pecked her on the lips.
“You know,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky tone, “we could get a few more pictures and videos to really make Frankie jealous.” I thought for a moment before shaking my head.
“Enough about Frank. I don’t want tonight to be about him. I want it to be about us. Now,” I said, sitting down on the bed, reclining, “I believe you are overdressed, Gina darling.” She rolled her eyes and huffed overdramatically, as if I’d asked her to take out the garbage or something, before waggling her eyebrows seductively. She turned her back to me, swaying her hips seductively in rhythm to some song I couldn’t hear. Slowly, she reached back, grasping the zipper and pulling it down. Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure I didn’t want to record this. Before the skin tight dress even came fully off, I could tell that I was about to be the one who was overdressed. There were no bra straps showing, and I realized for the first time that, despite the almost obscene tightness of the dress, I could see no outline of panties of any kind. She bent at the waist, balanced precariously on her high heels, and forced the tight fabric over her ass, allowing it to pop free. For the first time, I paid attention to her pussy as well, despite it being on fairly ready display all week. I had never looked closely at one before, not even mine, really, but I could already see she was aroused, with the lips glistening and moist. I remembered the lingering taste on Alberto’s dick, and I looked forward to getting another directly from the source.
Kicking the dress free, she turned to face me, her impressive tits wobbling slightly as she sauntered over to me. I tore my eyes from her hypnotic breasts to look my now very naked best friend in the eyes for any sign of hesitation as to what we were undeniably about to do. There was none. Her eyes were pure lust. I wasn’t sure I could have changed my mind if I had wanted to. Fortunately, I didn’t want to. From my position, leaning back on the bed, I just arched my eyebrows. It was all the invitation she needed. She was on top of me with surprising speed, her lips on mine as one hand roamed my body, groping, squeezing, and tweaking whatever she could find, like a blind woman trying to memorize every detail. One gentle tweak of my sensitive nipple got me to shudder and groan into her mouth. Gracefully, she punctuated our kiss with another quick, small, sweet kiss and slid down my body, kissing her way across my throat, down to my breasts. Realizing what was coming next, I unfastened my bra and tossed it aside, giving her unrestricted access. Gently, she kissed and sucked and nibbled, first on one nipple, then the other, sending little pulses of pleasure throughout my body. She was an expert, keeping me riding the waves of pleasure, every time I was coming down from one pulse, another would come along. It was almost like she could read my mind. She had me at such a high just by sucking and nibbling that I didn’t notice the placement of her free hand until her fingers found my clit. I cried out before clasping a hand to my mouth, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. With the waves I was riding just from her attention to my tits, I wasn’t sure I was ready to add something new into the mix. I had no words, though. I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to.
Gina was phenomenally consistent, like a machine. She wasn’t ramping me up, the way R and, to a much lesser extent, Alberto had done. Gina found a pace that worked, and let me ride the waves, her mouth alternating on my tits, and one hand buried inside my panties. She said she had wanted this for years, and it certainly seemed as though she had carefully planned out every move she was going to make. It was paying off. Before long, the beauty before me was capitalizing on the sexual tension that had been building all day. I felt the pressure building below the surface, radiating warmth across all my limbs, bolts of pleasure. I clasped my hands more tightly over my mouth as the explosion went off, sending my legs spasming and my hips flailing against Gina’s expert fingers. When my limbs finally went limp and my breathing returned to normal, I let my hand fall away from my mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Gina…” If that had been the end of the night and our vacation, I would have been a supremely happy woman. But Gina had other plans. Pulling her hand from between my legs, she sampled what I had left for her, sucking her fingers clean. I watched, lazily, as she savored my taste, her beautiful breasts heaving as she breathed. Everything about her was sexy in ways I wished I could be. Even the way she was still wearing her high heels was sexy. She smiled at me and caressed my cheek with her still wet hand, bathing me in the smell I had become very familiar with over the past week.
“You look tired, Mary.” I nodded. I felt like I could sleep for a hundred years. She bent over to kiss me softly on the lips and nuzzled my nose. “Hold on for me for a bit longer, darling. I’m not done with you yet.” I couldn’t even muster up the energy to be confused. I was barely used to getting off once a day, let alone having much of anything to do afterwards. Gina, though, did have additional plans. Sliding further down my body, she hooked her fingers in the waist of my panties and slid them off of me, tossing them aside. For a moment, she seemed almost reverent. I wanted to say something, something encouraging, something witty, something comforting, but my brain wouldn’t compute anything. It computed even less when Gina snapped out of it and slowly, gently moved her tongue across my clit. Suddenly, and for just a single moment, my body found itself again, jerking my hips up into her face involuntarily. Gina, after a moment of surprise, hooked her arms under my legs and held me, more or less in place. As she settled into her work, I drifted away.
R had been good at this. Gina was a master. R had been moving towards an end goal, always trying to find a new way to get a rise out of me. Gina knew better. She played me like only someone who had been eaten out before could. At first, she wandered slightly, exploring the landscape and figuring out my buttons, getting a healthy number of squeaks and gyrations from me, but once that was over and she knew exactly what she was playing with, she stuck to her pattern. Slowly, methodically, Gina traced the path from button to button, keeping a constant pace. At first, I just reveled in the sensations, too tired to think about getting over the mountain again. Gina kept the faith, though, and kept going through the motions, again and again and again for God knows how long. With my eyes squeezed shut, it was hard to gauge time. Finally, though, I felt it stirring, deep down inside of me. Shocked, I actually managed to prop myself up and look down at Gina, we made eye contact and she winked at me, continuing what she was doing, the same pace, the same motion, again and again and again as the fire got bigger and bigger inside me. I was only vaguely aware of the sounds I was making, the way that I was thrusting my hips to meet her in time with her same divine routine. My hips were tired, but I couldn’t tell you why. My hands were sore from gripping the bed sheets. My throat was raw from the encouragement I wasn’t aware I was roaring at her, that I couldn’t hear of the pounding blood in my ears. Then, finally, it all stopped. My hips shot up, my hands let go, my eyes opened and rolled back, and the encouragement caught in my throat. Every muscle in my body tensed as the fire reached an exquisite crescendo, a holy inferno that cleansed me of all guilt that I felt for what we had done, for spying on Gina in college, for getting cheap thrills from her stories on her visits between business trips. I felt pure, white hot bliss spread through every part of my body.
Then all was dark.
And that is how my final full day in St. Bart’s ended.
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