Updated: Jul 10, 2021
In Search of the Final Freedom:
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
Book One: Unlikely Revolutionaries
Cooper had been following his wife around the Miami Beach shopping district for two hours after dinner as she browsed before she decided what she really wanted. They had been in store after store. She had almost hit him when he had told a clerk that there was no way he would pay $450 for a plain looking top, even if it were by some designer that evidently was some big shot in the fashion world.
This little expedition was made possible because the kids had finally reached the age where they could be left alone at a hotel unsupervised. Bonnie had already considered the fact that Misty was not likely to keep her bikini top on for long. She also recalled the lustful looks she had earlier seen on the face of the boy she was meeting. She was confident they had planned well in making Lamar her shadow. She could be sure his presence would curb Misty’s libido and ensure nothing would happen tonight. Still, before they left, she reminded Cooper to reinforce to Lamar he was not to leave his sister's sight. At the same time she had made it clear to Misty that she was to watch her little brother, and they were to be in the room by 10:30 sharp. Not surprisingly Misty had not been happy about her babysitting assignment. Bonnie of course knew why their daughter did not want to watch her brother, and that was precisely the reason she had told her to do so. Misty was too mature and at the same time too naive for her own good. She had no idea how fast things could get out of hand when she is effectively naked.
When the parent’s left, Misty had been in the shower. Once she got out she put on her new micro-thong bikini. It was white with red and black straps. She hadn't really grasped how very small it was until she took the bottoms in her hand. There was nothing to them. She thought she would need to be careful not to open her legs unless she wanted to show off her girl parts. Still, she liked how she looked in the bathroom mirror.
After visiting a large number of shops sporting those outlandish prices, Bonnie and Cooper came into a shop that looked like a storage shed inside. Though the clothes looked just like the ones in the other places the prices were in the $100-$200 range rather than the $800-$1,000 range. The shopkeeper looked like a caricature of all Jewish shopkeepers and even sported a New Jersey accent as well.
“These are designers’ originals” He claimed “I have a cousin that gets the extra pieces that don’t go to their boutiques.”
Though he did not believe these to be what the shopkeeper claimed, Cooper, being Mr. Cheap encouraged his wife to look. She narrowed it down to a sexy white cocktail dress made of some crape type of material and a sheer black and red blouse with a lace-up front. “Well, try them both on and see how they look” Cooper suggested. Yes, they were both well over $150, but they were clearly high fashion, and not the sort of thing in the mall.
The white dress was wonderful, but when she stepped out of the changing room in the red and black blouse Cooper knew what he wanted.
The top fitted so that the two sides of the shirt came several inches apart - held together by the black lacing. Thus the inner curves of her breast were laid bare. The rest of the shirt was so sheer that in the bright light of the store the whole of her breasts were easily seen through the fabric. The black and red pattern did make her nipples less obvious to the casual observer; however, if one ignored the pattern, what at first appeared to be part of the print were clearly nipples fully on display. Looking at her, Cooper could not help but admire the beautifully round and upright breast that would have flattered a woman half her age, and she was his wife. How lucky could he be?
“I think the shirt would be more useful because where would you wear the dress?” Cooper said as she looked at herself in the mirror. He didn’t want to push the point because in the past, if he pushed something sexy she got aggravated and would not wear it. After a few minutes posing in the mirror she said “But I can’t see paying that much, It’s just too much.”
The shopkeeper who had been mesmerized by her breasts in the mirror, was jarred from the beauty of a woman to the beauty of cash said “I tell you what, this blouse really suits you, I’ll give it to you for $95”
Cooper would have said yes in a heartbeat, but Bonnie hesitated “I don’t know”
“OK” he said in desperation “I’ll give it to you for just barely over my costs, how about $80”
A quick swipe of the Visa later, Cooper was very pleased to see his lovely wife proudly walking down the street in her new shirt, the tank top she had been wearing, stuffed in her purse. Though the gathering dusk did not give nearly as much light as did the shop, she was still on display as she walked down Collins Avenue. Cooper could feel his penis growing each time the eyes of by-passers lingered on her chest. Now he was glad he’d slung his new fancy digital camera over his shoulder before he left the hotel. He shot dozens of photos of his wife parading down the street showing off her body before they went back to the hotel. That is not to say they went straight back, they had a fine dinner and then asked a cab to take them to the best dancing club on South Beach.
As is usual for them, Bonnie could dance for hours without a break, while Cooper wore out after a few songs. It was no surprise to Cooper that his wife had no trouble finding dance partners once he sat down. The dancers were much younger than he and Bonnie and very stylishly dressed. As to be expected there was a large representation of good looking Latino guys and Latina ladies. Her trouble was keeping her dance partners hands off her tits and up from under her mini skirt when they grabbed her ass.
A few drinks later that problem was solved, she no longer tried to keep their hands off her.
Cooper could only intermittently see her as the crowd ebbed and flowed, but he was sure the he saw at least three guys cupping her tits and one time it sure looked like the guy was working his hand up under her short skirt. Cooper worked his way into the crowd and when he found her she was up against a pillar kissing a dark haired young man hard. Her panties were on the ground, caught in the buckle of her sandal. His right hand was clearly up between her legs finger fucking her vigorously. Cooper was entranced and was sure he saw his wife's body shudder from an orgasm. A public orgasm, that was certainly a first. He was, however, concerned what the young man might expect as payment for his exertion. Cooper moved in and the man gave him a threatening stare. For a moment Cooper thought this tuff looking guy might knife him as he tried to cut in, but he saw his wife mouth “my husband” and the man very quickly melted into the crowd.
About 1:00 AM their night abruptly ended. Bonnie was again dancing tongues with a great looking Cuban man. She could feel his hard tool, clad in leather, press directly on her bare mound as her skirt had become hiked up while she rubbed up and down on the smooth fly of his leather pants. In the back of her mind she knew she’d lost control. She wanted him to fuck her right now, right in the club. She wondered if he would do her on the dance floor, or should she suggest they go into a bathroom stall. She had reached down and unzipped his fly, when someone hit her on the side of the head. Jerking to her left she just missed a second blow from a wide eyed, raven haired woman. The man she had been kissing grabbed the woman’s arm as she started a third swing. The woman was screaming a mile-a-minute in Spanish. Though Bonnie didn’t understand a word she got the point, she had been rubbing on the woman’s man.
Almost instantly there were four big men between Bonnie and the wide eyed, screaming woman. The bouncers spirited Bonnie to a less crowded part of the club and a well-dressed man began to ask if she was all right. Now, hardly a minute from when she was trying to get that man’s penis up inside of her, the warm glow of alcohol and sexual pleasure had completely disappeared; replaced with cold fear and shock. A hand went on her shoulder, it was Cooper. She pulled him tight as they made their way to the exit.
Once out on the street her heart began to slow as they moved away from the club. They climbed in a cab from the queue and told the driver where they were staying. Cooper pulled her tight and asked. “What happened?”
“I don’t know” she said slowly “I was dancing with this good looking guy, when that she-devil attacked me. I guess it was her man I was messing with.”
“Are you OK?”
“Yea, just kind of shocked I guess.” Bonnie said then grinned “Did you see that girl?”
“Just from a distance” Cooper answered.
“She couldn’t have been more than 21, big tits and pretty. I could just about be her mother but she thought I was taking her guy..”
Cooper smiled “See even the young good looking girls think you are a threat. Pretty good for a woman over forty”
“What do you mean for a woman over forty?!”
They both laughed as the doorman open the cab door.
By the time they flung themselves onto the bed the fear had been replaced by joviality. They would tell that story a hundred times. That night their sex was hot, but not prolonged, because though Bonnie might look twenty-five, her body knew she was in her forties and it was demanding sleep.
It was past 9:00 AM when Cooper crawled out of bed and got dressed to go to the ground floor for hot bagels and croissants. No sooner had he left the apartment when Misty bounded into bed with Bonnie. “What brings you in so bright eyed this morning?” Bonnie said straightening out her hair with her fingers.
“I had a good night, a really good night.” Misty sighed as she stretched out.
“Why? What happened?” her mom queried suspiciously.
“I went down to meet Steve on the beach after you guys left. I was really pissed that I had to keep Lamar with me. I wasn’t sure if Dad wanted me to watch him or him to watch me. But you guys were right, there is something about being here, if Lamar hadn’t been right with me I’m sure we would have gone all the way.”
Bonnie, who had been only half listening, now snapped to full attention and sat up with a start. “Wait, wait, did I miss something?”
“Oh, so I have your attention now, do I? “ Misty said with a broad grin “I said, if Lamar hadn’t been right there I’m sure I would have begged Steve to go all the way….. to put his penis inside of me, to fuck me, right there in the pool. Got the point now?”
“That’s what I thought you said.” Bonnie said calmly. It is not that Bonnie had not discussed a sexual debut with her daughter. Contrary, the long standing agreement was that whenever she thought she wanted to become sexually active to let Mom know and they would go get her on birth control. Bonnie had talked frankly with her about it last summer when she had a boyfriend for several months; however, in the end they delayed getting her on the pill when Misty agreed to wait until she was sixteen to have sex with him. As it turned out that relationship fizzled before she reached that milestone, so she had not gone on birth control. Now Misty had been sixteen for over three months but had yet to have any guy with whom she wanted to have sex. But now…..
“Start from the beginning” her mom said.
“Like I was saying, I was mad at you and Dad, and then when Lamar saw my bikini he started leering and asking if Dad knew I was wearing a thong which made me even madder. After I threatened to beat him to a pulp, I got smart and told him that if he told on me, and Dad got mad, we would not come back here. Of course the little pervert has liked looking at all the titties so he agreed not to tell.”
Bonnie cut in “Smart thinking.”
“Yea, but he saw more than I thought he would” Misty said then paused.
“Don’t worry. Your dad and I will be fine with whatever decisions you make about sex" Bonnie assured her; even though she was not sure at all. "We’ve talked about this since before you were born. So go on, what happened?”
“When we got to the pool I pulled off my cover up and then my topd, I thought Lamar’s eyes would pop out of his head. I must say with only that infinitesimally small thong on I really felt like I was completely naked. I told him now he doesn’t have to peek at me in the shower. All he could say was that I had great tits over and over again. The perv!! I could tell I was getting some looks from the old men around the pool, so I headed out the gate and sure enough Steve was already waiting for me. He was so cute. He tried to act cool, but his swim suit gave him away even before I got to him. He got all red and suggested we get in the water, I’m sure to hide his boner.”
“So we went in. We splashed and just played in the surf but didn’t do anything… you know like sexual stuff. I was so turned on. Eventually I got tired of waiting for him to do something. So I tackled him in the shallow water and made sure I landed on top so my tits hit his face before I got up. That seemed to break the ice because after that he started to cop a feel of my ass or tits as he swam by. Every time he did I felt a shock go through me, and I wanted more but Lamar was always there. I wouldn’t be surprised if the perv got a feel or two in all the splashing around. I did get a couple of grabs at Steve’s shorts, sticking out like that it was hard to miss. When it got dark Lamar insisted we go to the pool like you had said. Steve carried his towel in front of him to hide himself and jumped in right away. The pool was busier than I thought it would be, but there were no adults, only teenagers. It was nice to be with a guy who spoke half-way understandable English, because I think he was the only one. Fortunately for me there was a whole group of kids Lamar’s age and soon he was playing with them."
Misty interrupted her own story “Oh, before I forget. Did you know that white thong I bought would get see through when it gets wet? I mean there is not much there to start with, but the front panel gets like windows see through.”
“No, I didn’t?” the mother answered before daughter continued her narrative.
"When I got out of the pool for a minute, I looked down like, I might as well have taken it off for all it covered. Every bit of me was on display. Of course I didn't mind that he was looking. Well, finally, we moved from talking and playing to kissing. It sure is different kissing when your just about naked than with all your clothes on. Feeling his skin against mine and nothing to keep his hands from roaming all over me, I couldn’t believe how sensitive my nipples got. I don’t know when the front of my bottoms got moved over, but I sure knew when he began touching me down there. I liked him touching me but the thong wasn’t comfortable like that. So, I just pushed them off in the water. I guess he knew that was an invite, so he started trying to finger me. At first he didn’t have any idea what to do. I actually liked that, and it was nice when I had to use my hand over his to show him what I wanted. After a while he caught on and I was in heaven. It’s not like I would have come, but I was all too ready to let him fuck me right then and there.”
Bonnie interrupted her narrative by saying “That’s why I said no sex. I knew in a place like this, you would want to do it faster than you realized. It is definitely time to get you on the pill girl.”
“Oh yea, it was like someone else took over my body. First thing I knew I had pulled his suit down and had his penis in my hand.”
“How big was he?” Bonnie interrupted again.
“A little thicker and longer than your pink vibrator, but it felt different. Not as hard and I could feel the skin slipping over the hard insides and it curved up like a banana. Looking back I guess everyone in the pool could easily tell I was fully nude for like an hour and that Steve and I were playing with each other. I guess people standing on the deck could probably tell even better since the pool is very well lit at night, so you can see under the water a lot more than you can during the day. It wasn’t like we were the only couple. Even before we got in the pool looking in I could see two girls didn’t have their bottoms on so I knew full well I would be seen when I took off my thong. Even after I realized that the little pervert had put on his goggles to see my pussy under the water and to get a better view of Steve fingering me and me jacking him off I still didn’t care. I mean he’s seen you guys doing it all, so why shouldn’t he see me too. I just wanted the moment to continue. And I wanted his dick inside me so bad. I’ve never had that feeling like that, you know… like wanting what we were doing to continue forever, but yet at the same time move forward to real sex at the same time ”
Bonnie nodded, “I do. So, if you didn’t do it, what happened?”
“Well, like I said, I had my thong completely off for a really long time. It actually floated away. I was trying to decide whether I should jump up on him and do it with him holding me in the middle of the pool, or should we just move and let me brace myself on the side before he puts it in.”
Her mom, a little stunned by her virgin daughter’s practical sexual knowledge asked “How do you know how all this works? I had to learn everything from experience.”
Misty was into her narrative and didn’t like her mother interrupting her all the time. “Porn. Videos of people doing it in a pool is one of my favorite things to look at. Losing my virginity in a swimming pool has been my fantasy for over a year. But, of course in my fantasy it is our pool at home that I do it in. Still, I’ve rehearsed the scenarios’ in my head a hundred times. So, everything was just as I’d imagined and while I was ready to do it, I was in the moment enjoying everything. But, then he ejaculated, right in my hand. At first I didn’t know what was happening, he stopped kissing and his face got red, then he started moving his hips as I held him. I’d seen guys cumming before so it wasn’t hard to know what was about to happen. I looked down and could see a plume of white coming from his dick.”
Bonnie interrupted again “When have you seen a guy cumming?”
“Porn, Mom! Aren’t you listening? I’ve seen it on videos a thousand times, but never felt it happen like that. I was mad at myself for waiting too long and not realizing he was that close.”
This time Bonnie didn’t have to interrupt. Misty just sat as if she was again berating herself for messing up her opportunity last night.
After a moment, Bonnie said “Some things you just can’t learn except by experience and you have years and years to gain that kind of experience.”
Misty didn’t acknowledge her mother’s comment. “After that we took a break from making out. I had to swim across the pool and get my bottoms from where someone had fished them out and put them on the side. After we got out I put on my cover up because it was getting cool and we went to get drinks and some nachos from the Cabana bar. I hope you don't mind I charged them to the room."
Bonnie nodded, "That's fine."
"Once we were outside the pool, I could see a couple had not made our mistake and were having sex. It made me jealous and a little mad. I still fully intended to have last night to be the night I lose my virginity. But, as I cooled off, I began to question if that was really the right thing to do. I was saved from having to make a hard decision when the alarm on my phone went off, and we had to go in. A part of me wanted to stay and do it with Steve, but my good sense kicked in and told me not to. So Lamar and I came inside.”
Bonnie was relieved, but found herself surprisingly interested in the details of her daughter’s story. “Yep, time for the pill. So you weren’t too frustrated last night?”
“I was” Misty answered, paused looked right into her mother’s eyes, and said in a cadence that was way too fast for the casual air she was valiantly trying to give, “Until I got your pink toy from your suitcase and pretended it was Steve doing me. By the time I was done I felt pretty good. Though part of me still wished it had been him, I know it is better to wait until I’m on the pill or have condoms.”
They sat in silence, each lost in the significance and maturity of what Misty had just said. Misty, perhaps innocently said “So Mom, were you better behaved?” There was no way she could have known what her mother had done last night, and Bonnie could have just laughed it off, but she said “Not really. I got carried away too.”
Misty suddenly got curious. “No? Really? What Happened?”
Bonnie had planned to tone the story down, but as she told it she told more than she planned. She showed Misty the shirt and told about getting thrown out of the club. She told her daughter that the guy had felt her up, but didn’t mention that he wasn’t the first one. She did admit however that she’d taken off her panties right in the club and was rubbing her bare vulva on his leather pants. Even though she was sure it sounded like hyperbole, she said “And, I know how you felt. I so wanted that guy to do me. Just like you said you had done with Steve, in my mind I thought of where and how we could have sex.” She paused and considered what to say next.
Misty pushed her “Well? Did you? Did you have sex with a guy you just met?”
Bonnie shook her head. “Like you, fate intervened. I’d gotten his zipper down, but had not actually gotten a hand in when his girlfriend showed up.” She had just told of getting hit on the head when Cooper arrived with a tray of croissants and a “Happy 4th of July”
While the kids were eating and watching TV in the living room, Bonnie told Cooper about their daughter’s evening. For the first time she explicitly told him that Misty had gone topless the previous day. Cooper laughed when she asked if he were mad that she had allowed Misty to take off her bikini top. “Bon, don’t you remember, you and Misty left your tops right on the chaise lounges. Of course I knew what you had done. She is plenty old enough to decide how to dress herself."
After cleaning up from breakfast, the family waited for Bonnie to get ready. Lamar, not knowing his sister had already told their mom everything piped up with “Are you going to wear what you did last night?”
Cooper decided to head this off right up front and in front of Misty told him “Son, I know full well what your sister wore last night, and my guess is she and your mother will wear the same all day today. We talked about this yesterday and I do not expect you to treat your sister with anything but respect. Got it?”
He tried to retort with “But, you don’t know what she was doing.”
This time it was Bonnie’s turn to shut him down “Oh, she told me everything, and it’s not your job to be her moral guardian. And what’s more young man, if she had chosen to have sex with that boy last night, it still would not have been yours to tell about. Do you understand me?”
“Yes ma’am” came a meek reply.
Lamar looked down cast but Misty got a beaming smile.
“Don’t smile at me.” Cooper said looking at Misty “I don’t like you trying to do things behind my back. You know I’ve always supported you and would have supported you had you made the other decision about that boy rather than the one you did, but just don’t be sneaky. OK?”
“OK Dad. Just didn’t want to upset you. I know it makes you uncomfortable when I do adult stuff.” Misty responded.
Cooper walked over and gave her a hug “I survived teaching you to drive and I’ll just have to make it through this too. Won’t I? I might throw up, but I’ll get over it.”
They didn’t make it to the pool or beach until near 11:00 AM. Lamar was thrilled with the new swim American flag themed suit his mother had bought for him the day before. Bonnie forced herself to hide her amusement when she caught him admiring himself in the mirror. But to be fair, he was beginning to fill out and did not at all look silly in the skin tight briefs. Cooper was less enthused about his wife's gift even though his were not nearly as small as his son’s. Bonnie pointed out that "Most of the men at the pool yesterday wore either suits like this one or, even smaller ones. When in Rome do as the Romans."
He felt silly, but Bonnie thought he looked great. Mother and daughter wore their new designer swimsuits with the heart shaped cut outs. She figured she'd better let Cooper fall in love with the new suit before she told him how much it cost. She was right, he loved it right off. He also only now realized why Bonnie had shaved off all of her pubic hair the day before. All the little heart shaped holes left little more than nothing actually hidden. Once the girls donned their white sheer mesh cover-ups the family was ready to go.
Cooper forced himself to pretend that his daughter was just a friend of Bonnie’s. Otherwise it would just be too much for him. He knew they looked extremely sexy as a matched pair and shot off a few frames of his camera in the elevator lobby.
With the 4th of July holiday; both the pools were crowded with people. There were a good number of attractive men and women though the median age was nearer to forty than to twenty, but there were a good many women with fine figures that were apparently in their forties and fifties. Still, Bonnie thought to herself, “there are too many people who seemed too large for their too little clothes”. She then chastised herself for even thinking such a thing. Those people were showing great self confidence in their near nudity. God had blessed her with a very nice body that she didn't work at all to maintain, but that did not give her the right to criticize them.
When Bonnie and then Misty pulled their cover-ups off, well before reaching the topless pool, they were instantly noticed. They might not have been the center of attention, but they were surely not ignored. There was something special about what was clearly a mother and her teenage daughter, that drew attention.
Not that they were the only attractive mother/teen daughter pair. Just looking around at the other mothers with their teenage girls, Bonnie could see, she and Misty were the most covered by a long shot. At least that is what she was sure it appeared from across the pool. But one glance over at her daughter told her another story. While at a distance their bright bikini's would appear to be some of the most modest in view, at closer range that was not so. While the design of both tops and bottoms were clearly very high fashion; at the same time, their underlying body parts were visible to anyone who looked. So Bonnie reconsidered her initial impression, now she was sure no one’s swimsuits were quite as revealing as theirs, even while they still had on their tops.
There was the German family they had seen the day before. Once again, mother & daughter wore only thongs. As they walked, they passed a second, very attractive family wearing very little. All five of the family members were well proportioned, olive skinned with dark hair. The mother and two daughters all had remarkably large bust considering the slimness of their waists. Not artificially enhanced breast, but large natural teardrop shapes that swayed as they moved. Initially she was thinking they were Greek, but when they got closer, Bonnie was sure they were speaking Hebrew.
Once they found a group of unused chaise lounges, the family began to make themselves comfortable. Their four racy new beach towels made the Campbell encampment easy to find. After only a day and a half in Miami, Bonnie and Misty were not the least bit hesitant to remove their bikini tops. Bonnie insisted the whole family slather on the sun screen. As they did so, Bonnie noticed a Hispanic looking family not too far away. Both the mother and father wore only thongs, as did their three teenage kids. The teenage daughter was on the curvy side, but that just made her seem more womanly than her young teenage face justified. Bonnie just couldn’t help thinking the mom should have put those thirty pound mammaries away before she hit someone as she swam. It wasn’t she was unattractive or even disproportionate, but damn were they big. Bonnie also noticed the father and two teenage sons. The dad wore a Speedo that very clearly traced the shape of his balls and penis. And a nice sized penis it was. But if anything he was shown up by his sons who were both built in terms of chest and arms, but they were built in other ways as well. Their thongs revealed great looking asses and the pouches in front showed the sons' were every bit as blessed as the father. Bonnie looked over to Misty and nodded to one of the son's who was just getting out of the pool. Misty said "Yea, I've been watching."
The Campbell’s alternated between the beach and pool all day. They spent the afternoon sunning, swimming, reading and snapping pictures. In previous years Cooper had always taken all the photos, but with Misty in the middle of her summer photography class and in her coming role as an official school publications photographer, she took at least as many as he did. Though her dad loved his new Cannon, she thought it decidedly inferior to the Nikon’s she used at school. She took a good number of candid photos of her mom flirting with men as they walked up the beach. Unlike the day before, Misty had become quite used to her attire and the looks she was getting. She took mom’s lead in flirting and asked her dad to take a number of photos of her to show her friends. The idea of taking topless photos of his daughter creeped him out, so Mom stepped in to do the deed. However, a little later he had no way out when Bonnie asked him to shoot photos of her and Misty walking together on the beach.
Like the first day the beach crowd was particularly younger and more attractive than those at the condo pool. The real difference from the day before was that, since it was a holiday, there were two or three times the people. Even in that sea of beautiful flesh, eyes and cameras followed the two Campbell women in nothing but their almost see through Brazilian style bikini bottoms.
Back at the swimming pool, Bonnie made several trips to the cabaña bar that was off to the side between the two pools. She was not surprised that standing at the bar alone she made several acquaintances. It seems each time she went to the bar, she met a new good looking man. It might be this reason or the fact she was sipping on her third glass of Sangria that led to the subsequent events. On the first two trips she had donned her cover-up before going to the open air cabaña that housed the bar; but the last time she didn’t. She soon found herself sitting nearly nude chatting with a handsome middle aged Cuban business man. Though the content of the conversation was trivial, the undertones were enough to keep her nipples at full attention. She knew he had been watching her all afternoon. He wore an unbuttoned Cuban shirt, and smoked a cigar. His full head of hair was black streaked with gray, as was the copious hair on his chest and what spilled up from inside his Speedo. He wove compliments about her into the conversation with such grace Bonnie could not help but be flattered and attracted. As they talked he made no attempt to hide the fact the fabric of his swimsuit slowly stretched till it was held taut by his fully erect penis. She did not know how long she sat there, but she would have stayed on and on if Lamar hadn’t come and insisted she swim with him.
She played in the water with both her kids and husband until the long shadows from the condo started to cover the pool. But the entire time she knew the Cuban man was watching. Cooper went into the condo building to order burgers and fries for the family as they waited for dark and the fireworks. The three glasses of wine had worked through her and so she told the kids to stay and wait for their father while she went upstairs to pee. Donning her cover up and sandals she headed in. She knew there was not a public bathroom on the ground floor so she would have to go up to their apartment. She passed the Cuban man and gave him what she meant to be an inviting smile. In her heart she was hoping he would follow. She dared not look behind her as she walked down the long hall to the bank of elevators.
There were two dozen people waiting. “This will take a while” she thought. She turned around and almost bumped into him. With a broad smile he motioned to the lone elevator on the other side of the hallway labeled Penthouse-Private. Instead of an “up-down” button, it had a key slot. And from thin air he produced a key and pressed it into the slot.
In his thickly accented voice he said “Use mine. It will be much faster.” With that her heart began to race wildly, she knew what getting on would surely mean. The door was already sliding open. She didn’t have time to think. She just stepped in and the door slid closed.
The elevator was smaller than the public ones. She had to fight for breath. She knew she needed to force herself to speak. “You live in the Penthouse?”
“Yes, it is very lovely. You may use my facilities or you may catch the next elevator down to your room, either way will be faster than waiting down there.”
Her mind whirled, ‘Was he not going to seduce her?’, ‘Could she be so wrong about this’, ‘Maybe she had just deluded herself into thinking he wanted her?’ But his erection was once again evident in his Speedo. Wasn’t that for her? she thought.
“So Beautiful” the Cuban voice came again “So beautiful for a woman with an equally beautiful grown daughter; how is it possible? His hand bedecked with sparkling rings reached out and touched her cheek. There it lingered as an invitation she could not refuse, she moved closer so that his hand moved down her back and rested on her bare ass. She was almost but not quite touching him. She looked into his eyes and knew she was his.
The door silently slid open to a short hallway with only three sets of double doors. Without removing his hand from the globe of her bare ass, he guided her to the last door and used the same key. The door swung open to reveal the most palatial space she had ever seen. There must have been well over a thousand square feet of open space bounded on two sides by glass walls overlooking the ocean. Though the pool was now in shadow, the light streaming in the room was brilliant, almost dazzling. The sheen was taken up by the white marble flooring and all white furniture spread throughout this magnificent space.
He guided her past several pillars and pointed to a door on the wall to her left. He pushed her forward and gave a slight squeeze as she moved toward the bathroom. Stepping in, the door closed behind her. Her mind continued to move at a frightening pace. She took in the sight of yet another room gleaming with chrome and marble. It was, without a doubt, the biggest bathroom she had ever seen. What to do, what to do? She pulled off her cover-up and sat. When she stood to wash her hands she looked in the mirror, not just one but a whole wall of mirrors. Her cover up still lay on the floor, she slid her bikini bottom down and off and looked at the images of herself that surrounded the bathroom. Slowly the words came to her as she looked at her nude, not perfect, but admittedly attractive body. Aloud she said “will you ever have this opportunity again?” then answering herself “No, never”.
With that she picked up the cover up and bikini bottom and practiced walking, slow & sultry, up and down the bathroom, refining her look with each circuit. On the fourth time around, she opened the door and strode out. She was not disappointed. He stood at the glass door leading to the balcony, holding two glasses of wine.
She wanted to run, but she concentrated on the slow sultry walk she had just practiced. She imagined herself as Sophia Loren swaying her hips from side to side. She tossed the things in her hand to a chair and reached for the wine.
She didn’t even try to say something witty, but said “We need a condom.”
And with a devilish grin he said “Do you think we will need only one?” As he opened the door to the wide balcony. Bonnie made her way to the railing and looked down to the swimming pools below. The warm breeze from the ocean flowed across her nudity. She no longer felt confused or apprehensive. Now she began to explore the pure sensual joy of being a woman. Even from the 42nd floor she could make out were her kids and husband were eating. It had been five minutes since she left them.
Silently his hand moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around and taking each breast into a hand. She knew he had lost his swimsuit because between her cheeks his penis was nestled. His kisses on her neck and shoulders flowed into her body like a warm stream. Then, she was facing him. She was burning with an uncontrolled desire. He lifted her leg and with practiced skill, parted her lips as his member filled Bonnie.
That night and for years to come, Cooper would ask for details of what she had done on that balcony. But she could only give snippets and broken pieces of detail, for the next half an hour was truly a blur.
She distinctly remembered when he first entered her. She also remembered, a little later, bending over the railing, looking down at the pool area far below. She could see her husband and children eating and talking while her momentary lover drove his tool into her with such a fury that she was sure he would bruise her labia. She remembered taking the first semen filled condom off his penis and going right down to suck him hard again; an enjoyable task that took surprisingly little time.
She remembered them going back inside, rolling on the second condom and sitting on the back of a white leather couch before he spread her legs and slipped his penis back inside of her. She also recalled that somehow she had moved so that she was laying on that same couch with her knees pushed to her chest as he kept up a furious pace. For some reason she very vividly recalled how drops of sweat fell from his face onto her stomach. She remembered cumming hard not long after. There were other things that she could not fully visualize. She recalled sitting in his lap kissing him while he was inside her, but she could not recall whether that had been in the first or second round, or whether it was inside or out. Certainly he climaxed a second time, but oddly she could not recall what they were doing when he did. It all happened so fast. No slow warm up. He went at a frantic pace until he lay utterly exhausted covered in sweat, gasping for breath. She clearly recalled standing over him, and saying "Thank You. I needed that more than you can know." He replied "Gracias mujer de belleza. Usted no se olvide pronto. "
She kissed him one last time, picked up her things and headed out the door. The last thing she remembered of the experience was the elevator ride down, leaning against the wall for support as she struggled to get her bikini bottoms back on before the doors opened. Stepping out she felt like everyone knew what she had been doing as she walked, sweaty and flushed, from the Penthouse elevator.
Though she felt conspicuous as she crossed the distance from the elevator, past the first pool and bar, she had not even the smallest hint of shame. She imagined herself in a new version of Emmanuel. She’d never felt quite so sexually empowered as she did at that moment. The sex had been great, but that feeling was even better, even more memorable. Her sheer cover-up was clinging to the beads of moisture that covered her entire body; she was intensely cognizant of her sexuality. It was a feeling that became the benchmark for all her later sexual exploits.
She saw Misty snapping photos. The lens turned her way. As she approached the table, she slowed down and again used the walk she had so recently done for her momentary lover. Cooper couldn’t miss the sexual walk and whistled at her. She didn’t think it was possible to feel more like a woman who had everything that life could offer than she did at that moment. Even as Misty shot off the frames, Bonnie knew that those photos her daughter was taking, of her glistening with sex generated sweat, smiling at her adoring husband, would be special forever.
The momentary nirvana was broken by her husband’s impatient voice. “And what has taken you so long. The kids have eaten your fries and your burger is cold. Misty says you two are planning on changing into another set of bikinis so we can take family pictures in our 4th of July outfits.” Cooper said with a slight tone of annoyance. Of course there was no way he would have been able to begin to imagine the truth. She was sure he assumed she had been on the phone with one of her friends.
”Maybe she is like grandpa and it takes her 45 minutes to go to the bathroom.” Misty joked as she took a close look at her mom.
Bonnie eased herself down into the chair. The sweat still stood on her skin making the cover up clingy, and where it stuck to her breasts, invisible. Lamar was again playing with his new friends in the pool as Bonnie, began to eat her burger. Looking down at her phone on the table she could see that her husband was correct. She had only left the table three quarters of an hour before, yet in that short time she had a complete and wonderful; sexual experience that she surely would never forget.
Misty was the first to notice it, “Mom, you’re sweating, and your cover up is soaked. Where have you been?”
Bonnie finished chewing and casually said “Getting laid” before taking another bite.
“Yea right.” Misty said half laughing.
“So really, where have you been?” Cooper asked repeating the question. This time the question was real. Perhaps he just realized she had not taken her precious phone with her.
Bonnie swallowed her bite and said “I told you, I’ve been having sex. I went with that man I was talking to at the bar. We went to his penthouse apartment and we had sex. Part of the time I was looking down at you guys while we did it.” Bonnie looked up and pointed to the top of the building far above them. Already it was hard to believe she’d been way up there looking down while having sex with a man she’d just met.
She took another bite of her burger.
“No, really?” Cooper said now unsure of what to believe.
Bonnie put down her sandwich, and pulled the cover-up over her head. “Here hold this” she said as she tossed the sweat impregnated shirt to him. “You two can believe what you want, I’m sweaty and sticky, so I’m getting into the pool for a few minutes before we go upstairs to change.”
Cooper held the very damp cover up and wondered. "Did she really?" That question stayed with him all night.
Though the sun was off the pool, it was far from dusk when Bonnie had come downstairs from her little tryst. Cooper set aside his questions and corralled the family for their traditional family vacation portrait. At home in the study they had a collection of framed 8X10's of the family on the wall. The images dated back to the very first trip they'd made to the beach with three year old Misty and one year old Lamar. They didn't have one for every year, but when they made big trips Cooper made a point to get everyone to pose for a photo.
He sent Bonnie and Misty to change into the matching blue bikinis with white stars and red trim they had bought the night before. He and Lamar were already wearing their new red-white and blue swimsuits, but he went by one of the condo's on premises shops and bought white Cuban Guayabera shirts for him and Lamar. Cooper then went down to the beach to stake out a place to shoot. With his great new camera, he wanted it to be the best family photo ever. Though he had not planned on doing so, the fact that Bonnie and Misty had bought coordinating patriotic swimsuits meant the photos would have a 4th of July theme. When the women arrived down stairs, he decided these bikinis were better looking than the mesh ones they'd been wearing most of the day. He couldn't believe how great his wife of twenty years looked with her ass framed but not covered by the back of her swimsuit. Given the family’s attire, the portrait would be anything but traditional.
He decided to do three different versions of the family portrait. He would decide later which one to put on the wall. In the first round of photos, over their swim suits he had them all wearing the American flag shirts that Bonnie and Misty had bought the day before. He shot photos of all four of them together, each person individually and, shots of the two kids and of Mom & Dad together. In each setting he tried several poses. It took time, but this was far from the first time Dad had done this on a vacation.
After shooting all the photos he wanted with the tank tops he had everyone take them off. He had the girls put on their sheer white cover-ups while he and Lamar put on their new Cuban shirts. While the first set seemed casual, the second came across as more polished and formal. Finally, for the last round of photos, everyone removed their tops. During the past forty minutes, in an effort to get the best family photo he could, Cooper's mind was too consumed with lighting and composition to think on his daughter's scanty attire. Then when she removed her bikini top, he was pleased that for the first time, he was not squeamish at Misty’s near nudity. He even shot photos of just Misty and Bonnie together. He had been using some little American flags as props all through the photo shoot. He asked them to use the flags to cover their nipples for funny and festive images rather than sexy ones. After that however, the two females decided on their own to take what could only be described as a series of intentionally sexy poses; yet Cooper just kept a singular focus on his craft.
Later on, thinking back on the photo session, he was surprised how he was able to completely detach himself, even to the point of framing shots where Misty's breasts were central to the image. Over the next two years he would use this trick time and time again to erase his discomfort regarding his little girl’s burgeoning sexuality.
While the photos of the whole family used the tripod and autotimer, as he had for years; this time Cooper took advantage of Misty's improving skills to shoot the photos of he and Bonnie. In a couple of the photos where Bonnie was topless, he was bad and cupped his wife’s boobs just before Misty released the shutter. Bonnie's look of surprise made for a very memorable photo indeed. In the very last family pose, when dusk was finally coming, he had everyone stand at the edge of the surf, looking back over their shoulders at the camera. Not only were the girls backsides on display so was most of the side of their right breasts, but the guy’s tight trunks balanced the photos composition quite well and it did not seem gratuitous. For months afterward, Misty insisted that one of those final photos should be the one to put on the family Christmas card this year. Her mom responded “Oh, yea that would go over well with my mother and Nana Cooper.” However, in the end, Bonnie had one of those last photos made into a poster sized framed image for the game room wall.
All in all he was pleased with this year’s family photo set. . They shot until it was almost dark and soon after the fireworks began to fill the Atlantic sky.
Later that night, the sex in the big king sized bed was especially nice for Bonnie. She had Cooper go down and see if he could see any bruising on her labia. He could not see any bruising there, but there were the clear marks of fingers on the back of her thighs. When he reported his find, she told him how the man had pushed her legs all the way to her chest while he rammed his cock into her. It was then he began to fully believe his wife had indeed had sex with a stranger that day. She told him all about it as they made love, but he did have to go slow as she was rather tender down there.