Chapter 4

Two more drinks. By now, they go down like ice tea. Two more. We’re pretty looped. I wonder if I can carry Kim all the way back to the room. Not that far, but even a few steps now would seem like a hundred miles. Maybe should have brought the chair. Too drunk to think of just going back by myself and getting it. My arms are noodles, my legs weak. I laugh hard at myself as I stumble a little when I take my first step. Kim is flexible like Mr. Gumby as I try to pick her up. We are 2 silly drunks. Not that everyone else isn’t also.

“Would you like some help?” Some tall handsome American guy grabs my arm to keep me from falling.

I looked into his baby blue eyes. I slur my speech. “Sure. Might have to make a second trip for me though.”

He cradles Kim in one arm against his chest like a big sack of flour. She looks at him and mumbles “Not even a leg to stand on.” He holds my hand with this free hand as he leads me back to our room.

By our door, the smell of a joint wafts overhead. “Haven’t smelled that for a long time. Can’t do ….” Kim mumbles and her voice trails off, her head resting on his shoulder.

I opened the door and he lays Kim on the bed, her short black skirt flips back revealing her naked hips and pussy.

I sat down, more like I plopped down. “Thanks for the help.”

“See both of you tomorrow.”

“If I can get my sea legs.” Kim babbles.

“Gotta be more careful about those drinks.”

We passed out on the bed.

A few knocks on the door. “Room service!” A few more knocks, louder this time. “Room service!”

The woman shaking my shoulder is a lovely very dark skinned person. “Ma’am? … If you want any breakfast or coffee, you need to wake up.” She shakes my shoulder again.

“What?” I stir a little. “What time is it?”

“9:30. Breakfast is almost over. We’re here to clean your room.”

I shake Kim. She moves a little. “Baby, we need to try and wake up. Days wasting.” I help her into her chair, run a brush through both our hair, and wheel her out the door, still wearing last night clothes.

The head, humidity, and bright sunlight blast into our eyes. Startled, she sits upright. “What happened?”

“Ten gallons of rum punch dear. Time for breakfast. Try not to look too brain damaged.”

She slapped her face a little. “I’m a live, I think. I kind of remember a guy carrying me back to the room last night.”

“He was very nice and helped both of us back. We might have become shark bait otherwise.”

“Shit! They got my legs!” She yelled a bit louder than necessary as I pushed her down the path. A few people looked at her with shock. No place for me to hide either, so I just laughed. So did Kim. Not sure everyone is up for her dry sense of humor.

Food on the tray, tray on the table, coffee cups in our shaking hands for a few minutes as we tried to sip the black liquid. I spread some butter on our toast, shake salt and pepper on the scrambled eggs.

“So you made it through the night?”

A head blocked the sun. Couldn’t quite see what it looked like. Then I realized where I’d heard the voice. “Oh. Hi! Thanks for saving our sorry asses last night. A real knight in shining armor.”

“You may not be ready for much conversation right now, but we’d like to join you if it is okay?”

We? I tried to focus a little. He was with 2 females, couldn’t see their faces yet, but I could see their crotches. definitely female. Real hard to focus, bright light, fuzzy head. You know the drill. “Sure pull up some chairs.”

“Brought mine this time so you won’t have to carry me again.”

“Not a problem Kim. … This is Patty, my wife and Connie her girlfriend. … Oh, I’m Robert.”

At last I was able to focus enough to see the 3 people. They all looked like there were maybe in their early 30’s. All pretty good looking. Not even a little orange hair, no Mohawk hair cuts, no whale bones through the cheeks. Nothing at all strange. The more I looked at Robert, the more I realized how handsome he was. A real Marlboro Man kind of guy.

Kim squinted, and moved her head slowly around. “Wow! The voices in my head have faces.”

“Yesterday must have been your first day. Takes a while to get used to those rum punches. Lots of rum followed by lots of punch.” Patty laughed. “I got pretty shit faced my first day too. Some of it is the heat.”

“Oh, only the first day? I remember you knocking on more than one wrong door the 2nd night.”

“Thanks for reminding me Connie. I’d forgotten I was the ONLY one that got drunk.”

“Girls, girls. Be nice. We’re supposed to be having fun.”

Kim leaned towards Connie. “Was that a joint I smelled last night? Fuck, that stuff used to make me so horny. Been a long time though.”

As I listened, I thought I heard a bit of a Australian accent. Both the women sounded the same. “You from Australia?”

Patty looked towards me. “Right mate. And you?”

“The States. We’re here for 14 days.”

“Guess I can rescue you for 2 more days. You’re pretty light Kim. Won’t mind that. Not at all.”

Patty slapped him on the arm. “Be nice.”

“Oh he was a perfect gentleman. Don’t remember TOO many inappropriate touches.” Kim laughed.

“Wasn’t quite sure how to hold you. Not as many handles on your body.”

“Just glad you didn’t mistake me for a 2 hole bowling ball.” We all laughed at that one.

Connie looked up and down at Kim. “You have a nice wit about you. Some like you don’t.”

Kim and I ignored the ‘like you’ part. “Thanks. Jenny and I are real lucky to have each other.”

“Speaking of fingers in 2 holes, Connie and I need to run back to the room for a while. Stop by for a smoke later if you want.”

“Bye girls.” Robert waved as they walked away.

“Unusual that a guy is that comfortable letting his wife have a girlfriend.”

“Oh they’re lots of benefits. Like both of you, they are real easy on the eyes. Know what I mean? An I get to watch a lot of times. Something they both enjoy.”

“They like to be watched?”

He looked around to see who was close by. “Hell yes. Both real show offs and Patty loves to go both ways, but I think she is very partial to Connie. Get my stones off.”

The next 2 days were fun, watching Patty and Connie, and Robert and Patty, all messing around. We smoked some good weed, traded stories, made lewd suggestive comments, just being wild and crazy for a while. Never traded touches, well nothing too sexual; well maybe a finger on a clit, a tit, or a cock, nothing much else. Just had a refreshing time. Robert was kind and carried Kim out into the ocean a few times and let her swim while he stayed close by.

The resort had a half day scuba experience where they showed people how to use the equipment in the pool, then went out for a few hours in the ocean. We enquired and a lovely woman, in a revealing bathing suit, smiled and explained she would LOVE to help Kim. We both looked at Rose, then each other, and smiled as we squeezed each others hand harder.

Half an hour later we were in the pool. Kim had a few extra small weights added to her belt help keep her hips down. Rose worked just with Kim and me while 2 guys worked with the rest of the class. I watched underwater as her hands held Kim by the hips, letting them slide around more than necessary just to support her. I think Kim was enjoying herself as well. We both quickly caught on to breathing, clearing our masks, going up and down.

One of the men with the dive shop carried Kim to the boat and helped her in after the others were seated. I think she enjoyed the extra attention. I could have sworn I noticed a few stolen looks, growing bulges in a few bathing suits, and a few tongues rubbing across the lips.

The ride out into the ocean was fun, wind in the hair, blue water, boat bouncing over small waves. We anchored in water that was turquoise, a little murky, with brightly colored fish swimming about. I was glad Kim refrained from any jokes about how she didn’t have to worry about sharks nibbling on her legs. Pretty sure some of the people didn’t do well in the pool, and now we were in 40 feet of open ocean.

Kim was placed on the edge of the boat, tank on her back, Rose in the water, and then Kim leaned backwards. She landed near Rose, sank for a moment, and returned to the surface with Rose pushing her up with a hand under her crotch.

“Oh baby. After that, you bet! I’m ready when you are.”

Rose held Kim’s hand, pulling and kicking her legs. Sometimes Rose would give her a shove with a hand under Kim’s crotch, usually to help her go up, but I knew there were times she did it to cop a feel. I swam nearby, watching them together, both seeming very happy. I could not believe the amount of freedom I felt while underwater. The fish were so colorful, like a very large fish tank full of sport fish of many colors. We fed them pieces of banana and the fish would eat out of our finger tips.

Back at the bar, devoid of our scuba gear, rum punches in one hand, the fingers of the other intertwined together, we just looked at each other for a while.

Kim broke the silence. “God was that great.”

“It was better than I could have imagined. Looked like Rose had a nice time. Glad she was able to help.”

“Her hand was so gentle, the soft touches sent goose bumps all over me. I loved the feeling of being pulled along. She fingered me a few times, specially coming up. Very nice. I was amazed at the sensations in my hips as she pulled me though. The way the water pressed against my hips as it flowed over them, really heightened the notion that my legs weren’t there.”

“I loved watching you. You were so lovely down there. I mean down there below the surface. Hell yeah, you are so lovely ‘down there’ too.”

We had a wonderful rest of the 2 weeks. Everyone was kind and helpful no matter what we needed, both the local people who worked there, and the other guests. It was a time that I would never forget. How I hated to arrive back at the airport. Back to ‘real life’. At least I would be with Kim and she would be with me.