π΄ Tropical Permission π Chapter Six: The Question
He dared her to be the woman from her stories. She said, βWatch me.β
I hope you enjoy the latest chapter of Tropical Permission! Iβll be back with more chapters starting Monday. There might be a spicy short story or two in the interim. - L.H.
It was just after lunch when they wandered past the cabanas near the pool. Diane wore a wide-brimmed sunhat and a gauzy white cover-up that did little to obscure the red bikini underneath. James trailed a step behind, drink in hand, eyes on her legs.
Heβd barely touched his food.
βYou sure you donβt want to go back to the room?β she asked, tilting her head to him with empathy, and just a touch of flirtation. βYou look like youβve got something on your mind.β
He smiled, but it was forced. βIβm good. Justβ¦ thinking.β
About this morning, she thought. About what theyβd said. What theyβd done. What he now knew had been done to her. What had been done by her.
She felt heβd been looking at her differently since β less like a husband eyeing his wife and more like a man watching a match burn down to his fingers, enthralled but a little frightened of the flame.
At the far end of the pool, one of the private cabanas stood half-shaded and empty, its white curtains fluttering slightly in the balmy, early afternoon breeze. A βreservedβ placard rested on a table just inside.
James paused. βWant to sit for a bit?β
Diane raised an eyebrow. βYou booked us a cabana?β
βThought it might be nice. Some shade. Some privacy.β
She followed him inside.
It was cooler there, quiet, cocooned by linen walls and the hush of water nearby. Diane stretched out on the lounge, the curve of her body casting long shadows across the cushions.
James didnβt sit. He stood above her, looking down, one hand still curled around his drink.
βYou remember what you said this morning?β he asked.
Diane smirked. βYouβll have to be more specific.β
He crouched beside her. βYou said you felt powerful. Insatiable.β
βI remember.β
βWere you just saying it for me? For the moment?β
She shook her head decisively. βNo. I meant it.β
James hesitated. βAnd if someone looked at you like they wanted youβ¦ here, nowβ¦ what would you want to do?β
Her breath caught. She pushed up onto her elbows, searching his face.
βAre you asking me if Iβd want to fuck someone else right now?β
He didnβt answer. He didnβt have to.
Diane sat fully upright. Her skin prickled in the shade, not from cold but awareness. βIs this a test?β
Jamesβs jaw flexed. βItβs a question.β
Diane stood slowly, the white cushions creasing where her thighs had rested. She moved to stand in front of him, close enough that he had to tilt his head slightly to keep eye contact.
βAnd do you want to know whether I want it,β she asked, βor whether you can handle it?β
He didnβt answer that either.
For a long moment, they just stood there. The air between them, charged and ambiguous.
Then Jamesβs eyes shifted, just slightlyβtoward the opening in the cabana curtain, where a man in blue swim trunks walked by, tall, tan and lean, beer in hand, eyes sweeping lazily across the cabanas.
His gaze fixed on Diane as he passed.
James made eye contact with the man and he looked away. Then he looked back at her.
It was the tiniest nod.
Something inside her sparked.
βI want to swim,β she said, reaching for her towel.
βIs that so?β he asked, voice low.
Diane turned back to him as she untied the robe at her waist. βYou said you wanted to see that part of me. Iβm just wondering what happens when you do.β
The white coverup dropped silently in a heap on the floor. She left the cabana, hips swaying, her red bikini daring the sun.
James watched her walk, waited for a moment, then followed.
βΈ»
Diane swam for a while in the deep end, letting the cool water pull the heat from her skin, while James lazed at the edge, arms propped on the coping, enjoying the water and his wife. She floated by him on her back, breasts just breaking the surface, her body gleaming. The man from earlier had taken a lounger nearby and was openly watching her now, one leg crossed, sunglasses low on his nose.
James noticed. So did Diane.
When she climbed the ladder out of the pool, her body dripping, the manβs gaze didnβt waver. She glanced at James, who gave her an almost imperceptible nod.
She walked straight past the man. Their eyes met.
He smiled.
She smiled back. βGorgeous day, isnβt it?β
James didnβt hear the manβs reply. Neither did Diane, really. But she giggled at whatever he said and told him, βenjoy the water.β
She walked away from him slowly. She could feel that the already inappropriately small bikini bottom had bunched up in a bit of a wedgie, leaving her left ass cheek entirely exposed. On a previous vacation this would have been a source of immediate and tremendous embarrassment, but Diane just thought, I hope James notices too.
βΈ»
Later, back in the cabana, James pulled her onto his lap. They were alone again, but not untouched. Not unobserved.
βDid you like that?β he asked.
Diane kissed the corner of his mouth. βI liked you watching.β
James ran his hands slowly up her thighs. βIβve never been more turned on in my life.β
And the hard-on poking Diane as she sat on his lap confirmed this. βGood,β she whispered as she ground her ass into him.
But she didnβt think he was fully aware of where he was taking them. They were opening this door together, but it was happening so quickly, and neither of them knew what lay behind it. It seemed like a momentum was building, a game of chicken between them that neither had yet budged from. She would just keep playing, she thought, it was vacation after all.
βNow letβs get back to the room. The poolβs got me all wet.β
His breath caught, and she ground herself harder against his lap until he groaned.
She kissed him slow and deep, knowing that she had only given him a taste of everything she was capable of.
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