27-04-2019, 03:43 PM
The weeks following Samina's parting of ways with Dirk and Anna, were packed. First her parents came to visit us for a bit, then mine followed. Of course during that time, there was no question of any sort of sexual activity, except that between Samina and myself. By the time, the last set of guests had left, both Samina and I were ready for a break of our own, and decided to take a 'second honeymoon', to the islands. Not wanting to spend too much time planning a vacation, we took a package deal to Jamaica, on a 'rough it out' plan where instead of staying at comfortable hotels, we were to stay in a tent on the beach. It was a new concept and the travel agent said that so far people who had experienced it, had nothing but good things to say. Samina and I thought it was not a bad idea, and decided to go for it, even though the agent warned us that it was a bare bones package with nothing even remotely luxurious included.
What happened on our 'second honeymoon' would probably be considered very tame compared to some of Samina's previous experiences. Even so I would like to share it with my readers. As they say, we are the sum total of all our experiences, and this was just one more piece of a very complex puzzle that was now irrevocably on its way to completion.
I am not sure I knew that Samina may have had in mind for the holiday. Perhaps she wanted to spend a quiet few days just chilling on the beach, or maybe she wanted to fuck around with anyone that caught her fancy. In the end it turned out to be a combination of the two. Samina told me later that she had nothing really planned, but just let things unfold naturally, which is why it was all so tame. Not having had the chance to see her with Dirk & Co, I felt I was missing out. So it almost felt like we were starting from scratch, it had been so long since I had seen another cock pleasure Samina.
We arrived in Jamaica, on a Saturday morning, there were about 25 couples, and were driven in a tour bus straight to the beach, where our tents were already set up. There were several Port-a-Potties and curtained shower areas, set up at either end of the encampment. As we had been warned, it was pretty bare. With just a couple of pillows, and sleeping bags. We had been told to pack light, and we thanked our lucky starts that we brought 2 small pull along bags, rather than a suitcase, there is no way we could fit the suitcase in the tent. The company that owned the tents assured us that they would provide exceptional security and that we should feel free to leave out luggage in the tent when we went out, provided of course there were no valuables in them. Samina and I had brought nothing valuable, not even a camera, so did not care if the luggage was stolen, all it had were some clothes, nothing irreplaceable or expensive.
By 7pm we were sitting in a small outdoor restaurant enjoying a lovely dinner and a nice bottle of white wine. The soft, cool sea breeze was soothing us as we ate the remarkably cheap meal. But then this whole vacation package was marketed towards the budget conscious travellers, and our co-vacationers looked like they were very budged conscious, mostly they were college students. Of course with both of us working and earning very good salaries, money was not an issue, but Samina and I thought, that it was a nice change from our usual trips. A little roughing was just what we needed to recharge.
Sitting at the table next to us were two men, I guess around 44 or45 years old. They were happy and enjoying themselves, not too boisterous, in fact a little entertaining as we could often over hear their conversation during those quiet moments when we gazed lovingly at each other or at the shallow waves.
Just when I was down to my last quarter of a glass of the wine lifting it up reluctantly to enjoy the last mouthful, one of the men got up, tripped and bumped me. Fortunately, while the wine did spill, it went onto the floor, not on me.
Naturally, he apologized profusely, offering to get me some more, but I pointed out that my glass was almost empty so couldn't expect them to get a new bottle.
"Excuse me for asking" he added "but are you two on your honeymoon?"
"Well, not exactly, you might say its our second honeymoon!" Samina said gaily..
"Oh wow, you just look so happy together! Congratulations." he continued.
“Thanks!” I said.
"Would you care to join us, for some more drinks? I see your bottle is almost empty, and we are just about to open a new one." he exclaimed.
"That's very kind of you" Samina replied, flashing a beautiful smile. I immediately knew that she was attracted to this man, and my cock jumped.
He introduced himself. "I'm Greg and my friend here, is John. He's just here for the weekend but I'm staying for a couple of weeks"
"Hi, I'm Umer, and this is Samina" I replied by way of introduction.
"I hope I was not out of line inviting you join us to share this bottle?" he asked us gently, obviously without putting any pressure on us, seeing it was our second honeymoon.
I looked at Samina, not wanting to do anything that she didn't want, but she just nodded at me happily. I realized that after the recent dry spell, she was probably ready for some more adventures, and these guys seemed like a good place to start.
"No, that would be nice, thanks" I told him, as they helped us move to their table, by moving our chairs and ensuring we could sit next to each other. We had finished our main course, but hadn't ordered desert yet, so we had nothing to move as we had both finished our wine.
When the new bottle was opened and poured, Greg made a loud toast to Samina and me, I'm sure everyone in the restaurant heard, which was probably his intention. But it must have worked, because soon another bottle of champagne arrived and the waiter told us it was compliments of that group over there, as he pointed to a table of four older couples, who smiled and raised their glasses at us as we looked in their direction.
I thanked them and so did Samina, giving them her winning smile.
"Have you had dessert yet?" Greg asked.
"No, we haven't even had a look at the dessert menu yet" I told him.
"Will you let me get us something that's a speciality here, but there needs to be four to order, it is unbelievably good," he offered.
"But we can't let you do that, you've already bought us this lovely bottle of wine," I replied.
"Don't be silly, it will be my pleasure, please, I assure you" he pleaded.
"Don't worry" his friend interjected, speaking for the first time as he laughed "he can afford it. He has to shower four times a day to try and get clean, because he's so filthy rich!"
Naturally that made us all laugh, so Greg said "right, so that's settled. So tell me, where are you staying?"
It occurred to me that Greg and his friend probably assumed that Samina and I were not all that well off and were trying to help us out. I wondered if I should somehow disabuse them of that mistaken notion, but seeing Samina smiling flirtatiously, I stopped myself.
As he signalled to the waiter again and ordered the dessert, I replied "in the camping grounds along the road there. We have a tent."
"Are you really staying in a tent for your honeymoon?" Greg laughed
"Well... we.... we thought it would be a good idea, you know be close to the ocean, and rough it out a little." I explained, telling them the truth, but I don't think they believed me.
Just then our flaming dessert arrived. It was an ice cream cake covered in meringue that had been baked, brandy poured over it and set alight. The whole restaurant applauded as the waiter brought it to us, flames high in the air. I was surprised that such a cheap place would serve what was clearly an expensive desert. It looked and tasted fantastic.
By the time we were drinking the last glass of the champagne, I asked Greg, realizing that he had drank rather a lot and probably wasn't fit to drive, "have you got far to go home?"
"No, not really, but I think we'll walk. I have drunk far too much to risk driving" he replied, honestly.
But then, when our glasses were empty and we were having a cappuccino, Greg insisted we have a sweet liqueur with our coffee. It tasted great, but I realized just how tipsy I was and assumed, correctly that Samina was much the same. But we were having a lovely, happy evening.
When we had finished, Greg called for the bills, signalling to the waiter for both tables. When the two checks came, he quickly grabbed both and despite our protest, insisted on paying.
We left the restaurant, thanking the staff, but by this stage the four couples who had bought us the extra bottle of bubbly had left, so we couldn't thank them again. Greg showed us his sports car. I could tell it was an expensive foreign sports job, with two seats and a tiny spot that would not take an adult behind the two seats, probably just a small case. Definitely a car for the rich and famous.
We walked, or rather staggered, danced and laughed along the footpath for the half kilometre distance to our camping ground, which was on the way to their hotel. We were all vibrant and happy, clearly all inebriated, but no one was the slightest bit obnoxious.
"Which is your tent?" Greg asked, and I pointed out our tent which was visible from the road.
"Say, what are you doing tomorrow? John has to go back home, if you want, I could pick you up and show you around if you don't mind squeezing into that little car. You look so petite, Samina, that I'm sure you can sit on Umer's lap." Greg laughed.
Apart from smiling at his compliment, Samina answered, saying "that would be nice, wouldn't it Umer?"
"So I'll pick you up at around noon, if that's OK?" Greg suggested.
I agreed realizing that although it was lovely there, being without a car was a bit of a liability. I said thanks to Greg for everything, especially for picking up that tab for the night. He assured me that it was his pleasure, but I was pleased to see Samina thank him nicely, giving him a lovely kiss on the lips and a quick cuddle as well, then she told him how grateful she was for making our wedding night so enjoyable. Now, I was convinced that Samina really wanted Greg!
Poor John just hung back, but she gave him a peck on the cheek anyway and then the two guys continued on their merry walk home.
Arm in arm we staggered to our tent, undressed and fell into bed. We had enjoyed too much to drink to celebrate our first night there, making love, but we enjoyed lying in each others arms, naked, pressing body against body as we kissed.
"I see you gave Greg quite a proper kiss!" I teased Samina
"Of course not, but that wasn't a proper kiss, this is!" She said, as she kissed me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as our mouths were open wide and at the same time brought my hand up to caress and fondle her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Now that was what I call a proper kiss with tongue and breast involved!" I told her as our kiss finally ended.
"Mmmmh, I like your idea of a proper kiss. How about another one?" she asked as she came back into my arms and we did the same again, with lots of tongue involved and lots of breast fondling.
But I knew that I had drunk way too much for this to go any further, so soon we were laying side by side, her bottom pressed against my groin as I fondled her breast and fell asleep.
It had been a long, but wonderful day. Even in my semi-drunken state, my penis throbbed in anticipation of what might happen between Samina and Greg.
We woke up quite late the following morning, when a pleasantly warm see breeze blew over us. We lay there, eyes closed, spooning, my erect cock resting against Samina's butt crack. No words were needed. I desperately wanted to fuck her, but she did not seem to be in the mood, so I did not force the matter. Although at that moment, more than anything I wanted to give her a climax. We were lucky that the tents had flaps that could be easily closed to give privacy inside, last night we had slept with the flaps open.
Samina had just returned from washing up, when right at noon Greg walked up to our tent, calling out to us. By this stage we were dressed, so I opened the flap and went outside, closing the flap behind me, as Samina was still inside changing. Shortly thereafter, she came out, looking gorgeous as usual in shorts and a halter top, braless of course, which was how I liked her. She smiled at Greg and said hello as he came up to her and they exchanged a quick kiss on the lips.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked us then added "got your swimmers and towel, because we might end up at a beach?"
Samina quickly got her bikini and my shorts, a couple of towels and the sunscreen threw it all into a bag with a water bottle and we walked out to Greg's car.
Greg threw our bag behind the two seats and opened the door for me to get in. Once I was settled, Samina climbed in and sat on my lap, with my arms wrapped around her. I made sure she was secure by placing the hand of the arm I had wrapped around her, squarely on her breast. She didn't seem to mind, even though Greg was still standing there holding the door for us. He shut the door, got into the driver's seat and we headed off.
He drove around for about 45 minutes until he came to a café and invited us for lunch. After enjoying a light lunch, which he insisted he pay for, he drove us around the different bays, and there were many, until he found the one he wanted to have a swim at. Being a Sunday, there were quite a few people there, but it was easy for Greg and I to wrap a towel around ourselves, remove our shorts and put our swimmers on. Samina did much the same, but then I held the towel around the top of her body as she removed her halter top and put her bikini bra on.
After a delightful swim, and some time spent sunning ourselves, we picked up our towels, dried ourselves off and walked back to the car. We dressed again, reversing the procedure and soon we were back in our shorts and tops. Samina's nipples were rather visible by this stage, being distended from the coolish water and were slightly damp as she put her soft, thin halter top on, making the cloth almost translucent. When she realized how she looked, she smiled at me. I smiled back,, looked directly at her breasts told her she looked great.
"Would you like to have a drive?" Greg asked me.
"Yes, I would love to! Are you sure? It would be fantastic to drive a car like this" I replied very excited at the prospect.
"Just as long as Samina doesn't mind sitting on my knee instead of yours." Greg mentioned.
"Of course not, I'd be honoured" Samina told him as I happily got into the driver's seat, not at all concerned that Samina would have to cuddle up close to him. In fact knowing of her attraction to Greg, I was quite happy, that finally she had gotten to be close to him, maybe that would spur some action.
But the situation was not quite as simple as that. You see, things moved slowly. Initially, both Samina and I expected Greg to get bolder with her, as she dropped hints (at times blatant ones!) that she wanted him. Alas, that was not to be. Greg was painfully slow on the uptake, and had to be coached all the way by Samina.
Greg got into the passenger seat and Samina happily hopped on his lap facing the window as she had done with me for the morning's drive. He put his arm around her and held her tight but without putting his hand on her breast as I had done. I set off, a little jerkily as I was not used to the sensitive racing controls, but eventually got used to them, and enjoyed driving the expensive car.
Initially however it was difficult to work on the gear shift, as one I had not driven a stick shift for quite a while, and two this car's clutch was exceptionally sensitive. As we were leaving the car park, I virtually stalled it, causing the car to stop suddenly and Greg stuck out his other hand to stop Samina going through the windscreen. Naturally his hand landed on her breast as he grabbed her and he apologized profusely, although I noticed that he took his time releasing her.
"It's fine, Greg, no problem. Hopefully Umer will stall it again and you'll have to grab me like that once more" Samina joked, laughing gaily. This caused us all to laugh, Greg looked distinctly uncomfortable. I was glad that already Samina had started dropping hints.
"So where am we going?" I asked after I managed to get out of the car park.
We all agreed to do a drive around the island, before heading back. So, on that so I set off along the narrow country roads, enjoying the feel of this extremely responsive car. Samina didn't seem to mind her cramped seating arrangement at all, she had a constant smile pasted on her face, as she flirted with Greg now and then.
We talked a bit, and Greg told us that he was recently divorced after a 20 year marriage and still had not quite recovered from that. He was in Jamaica to relax, and hopefully recover enough to be back soon running the paper products company he had founded about 15 years earlier. We were impressed by Greg a lot, but clearly he was a man hurting, and unsure of himself.
"Hope you don't get sea sick?" Greg asked us as we got out of his car upon reaching the tent village.
"Why?" we both responded.
"Well I hope you don't mind, but I've booked us on a harbour cruise at 2pm tomorrow to dolphin and whale watching. We'll go out to sea to see if there any whales there, but first I'm taking you to lunch" he told us.
We were both a bit flabbergasted. As I parked the car, I could tell that neither of us knew what to say, so I replied "but we can't let you pay for all that alone,, I'm sorry."
"Nonsense, it will be my pleasure. I really enjoy your company" he tried to reassure us.
"But we have to contribute something" Samina insisted.
"Tell you what, I'll settle for a nice kiss from you, beautiful," he told Samina.
"Well that might be alright for her, but what can I contribute. I'm not going to kiss you" I laughed.
Samina interrupted "well I'll just have to give him a kiss from you too, then." Yet another hint dropped. Greg gave a nervous laugh. I don't think he was quite sure of what to make of us.
"Just make sure they are proper kisses" I told her, "not just little pecks on the cheek." Eliciting another nervous laugh out of Greg.
"I'll make sure he enjoys them. I promise" she winked at me and laughed herself.
"Perhaps I should collect them after the cruise though in case you don't enjoy yourselves and then you won't have to deliver on your promise." Greg said with a laugh, clearly not taking us seriously.
I got out of the car and helped Samina climb off Greg's lap and of course he got out too. I handed him the car keys and thanked him for the lunch and the lovely drive as I got our wet things from behind the two seats.
What happened on our 'second honeymoon' would probably be considered very tame compared to some of Samina's previous experiences. Even so I would like to share it with my readers. As they say, we are the sum total of all our experiences, and this was just one more piece of a very complex puzzle that was now irrevocably on its way to completion.
I am not sure I knew that Samina may have had in mind for the holiday. Perhaps she wanted to spend a quiet few days just chilling on the beach, or maybe she wanted to fuck around with anyone that caught her fancy. In the end it turned out to be a combination of the two. Samina told me later that she had nothing really planned, but just let things unfold naturally, which is why it was all so tame. Not having had the chance to see her with Dirk & Co, I felt I was missing out. So it almost felt like we were starting from scratch, it had been so long since I had seen another cock pleasure Samina.
We arrived in Jamaica, on a Saturday morning, there were about 25 couples, and were driven in a tour bus straight to the beach, where our tents were already set up. There were several Port-a-Potties and curtained shower areas, set up at either end of the encampment. As we had been warned, it was pretty bare. With just a couple of pillows, and sleeping bags. We had been told to pack light, and we thanked our lucky starts that we brought 2 small pull along bags, rather than a suitcase, there is no way we could fit the suitcase in the tent. The company that owned the tents assured us that they would provide exceptional security and that we should feel free to leave out luggage in the tent when we went out, provided of course there were no valuables in them. Samina and I had brought nothing valuable, not even a camera, so did not care if the luggage was stolen, all it had were some clothes, nothing irreplaceable or expensive.
By 7pm we were sitting in a small outdoor restaurant enjoying a lovely dinner and a nice bottle of white wine. The soft, cool sea breeze was soothing us as we ate the remarkably cheap meal. But then this whole vacation package was marketed towards the budget conscious travellers, and our co-vacationers looked like they were very budged conscious, mostly they were college students. Of course with both of us working and earning very good salaries, money was not an issue, but Samina and I thought, that it was a nice change from our usual trips. A little roughing was just what we needed to recharge.
Sitting at the table next to us were two men, I guess around 44 or45 years old. They were happy and enjoying themselves, not too boisterous, in fact a little entertaining as we could often over hear their conversation during those quiet moments when we gazed lovingly at each other or at the shallow waves.
Just when I was down to my last quarter of a glass of the wine lifting it up reluctantly to enjoy the last mouthful, one of the men got up, tripped and bumped me. Fortunately, while the wine did spill, it went onto the floor, not on me.
Naturally, he apologized profusely, offering to get me some more, but I pointed out that my glass was almost empty so couldn't expect them to get a new bottle.
"Excuse me for asking" he added "but are you two on your honeymoon?"
"Well, not exactly, you might say its our second honeymoon!" Samina said gaily..
"Oh wow, you just look so happy together! Congratulations." he continued.
“Thanks!” I said.
"Would you care to join us, for some more drinks? I see your bottle is almost empty, and we are just about to open a new one." he exclaimed.
"That's very kind of you" Samina replied, flashing a beautiful smile. I immediately knew that she was attracted to this man, and my cock jumped.
He introduced himself. "I'm Greg and my friend here, is John. He's just here for the weekend but I'm staying for a couple of weeks"
"Hi, I'm Umer, and this is Samina" I replied by way of introduction.
"I hope I was not out of line inviting you join us to share this bottle?" he asked us gently, obviously without putting any pressure on us, seeing it was our second honeymoon.
I looked at Samina, not wanting to do anything that she didn't want, but she just nodded at me happily. I realized that after the recent dry spell, she was probably ready for some more adventures, and these guys seemed like a good place to start.
"No, that would be nice, thanks" I told him, as they helped us move to their table, by moving our chairs and ensuring we could sit next to each other. We had finished our main course, but hadn't ordered desert yet, so we had nothing to move as we had both finished our wine.
When the new bottle was opened and poured, Greg made a loud toast to Samina and me, I'm sure everyone in the restaurant heard, which was probably his intention. But it must have worked, because soon another bottle of champagne arrived and the waiter told us it was compliments of that group over there, as he pointed to a table of four older couples, who smiled and raised their glasses at us as we looked in their direction.
I thanked them and so did Samina, giving them her winning smile.
"Have you had dessert yet?" Greg asked.
"No, we haven't even had a look at the dessert menu yet" I told him.
"Will you let me get us something that's a speciality here, but there needs to be four to order, it is unbelievably good," he offered.
"But we can't let you do that, you've already bought us this lovely bottle of wine," I replied.
"Don't be silly, it will be my pleasure, please, I assure you" he pleaded.
"Don't worry" his friend interjected, speaking for the first time as he laughed "he can afford it. He has to shower four times a day to try and get clean, because he's so filthy rich!"
Naturally that made us all laugh, so Greg said "right, so that's settled. So tell me, where are you staying?"
It occurred to me that Greg and his friend probably assumed that Samina and I were not all that well off and were trying to help us out. I wondered if I should somehow disabuse them of that mistaken notion, but seeing Samina smiling flirtatiously, I stopped myself.
As he signalled to the waiter again and ordered the dessert, I replied "in the camping grounds along the road there. We have a tent."
"Are you really staying in a tent for your honeymoon?" Greg laughed
"Well... we.... we thought it would be a good idea, you know be close to the ocean, and rough it out a little." I explained, telling them the truth, but I don't think they believed me.
Just then our flaming dessert arrived. It was an ice cream cake covered in meringue that had been baked, brandy poured over it and set alight. The whole restaurant applauded as the waiter brought it to us, flames high in the air. I was surprised that such a cheap place would serve what was clearly an expensive desert. It looked and tasted fantastic.
By the time we were drinking the last glass of the champagne, I asked Greg, realizing that he had drank rather a lot and probably wasn't fit to drive, "have you got far to go home?"
"No, not really, but I think we'll walk. I have drunk far too much to risk driving" he replied, honestly.
But then, when our glasses were empty and we were having a cappuccino, Greg insisted we have a sweet liqueur with our coffee. It tasted great, but I realized just how tipsy I was and assumed, correctly that Samina was much the same. But we were having a lovely, happy evening.
When we had finished, Greg called for the bills, signalling to the waiter for both tables. When the two checks came, he quickly grabbed both and despite our protest, insisted on paying.
We left the restaurant, thanking the staff, but by this stage the four couples who had bought us the extra bottle of bubbly had left, so we couldn't thank them again. Greg showed us his sports car. I could tell it was an expensive foreign sports job, with two seats and a tiny spot that would not take an adult behind the two seats, probably just a small case. Definitely a car for the rich and famous.
We walked, or rather staggered, danced and laughed along the footpath for the half kilometre distance to our camping ground, which was on the way to their hotel. We were all vibrant and happy, clearly all inebriated, but no one was the slightest bit obnoxious.
"Which is your tent?" Greg asked, and I pointed out our tent which was visible from the road.
"Say, what are you doing tomorrow? John has to go back home, if you want, I could pick you up and show you around if you don't mind squeezing into that little car. You look so petite, Samina, that I'm sure you can sit on Umer's lap." Greg laughed.
Apart from smiling at his compliment, Samina answered, saying "that would be nice, wouldn't it Umer?"
"So I'll pick you up at around noon, if that's OK?" Greg suggested.
I agreed realizing that although it was lovely there, being without a car was a bit of a liability. I said thanks to Greg for everything, especially for picking up that tab for the night. He assured me that it was his pleasure, but I was pleased to see Samina thank him nicely, giving him a lovely kiss on the lips and a quick cuddle as well, then she told him how grateful she was for making our wedding night so enjoyable. Now, I was convinced that Samina really wanted Greg!
Poor John just hung back, but she gave him a peck on the cheek anyway and then the two guys continued on their merry walk home.
Arm in arm we staggered to our tent, undressed and fell into bed. We had enjoyed too much to drink to celebrate our first night there, making love, but we enjoyed lying in each others arms, naked, pressing body against body as we kissed.
"I see you gave Greg quite a proper kiss!" I teased Samina
"Of course not, but that wasn't a proper kiss, this is!" She said, as she kissed me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as our mouths were open wide and at the same time brought my hand up to caress and fondle her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Now that was what I call a proper kiss with tongue and breast involved!" I told her as our kiss finally ended.
"Mmmmh, I like your idea of a proper kiss. How about another one?" she asked as she came back into my arms and we did the same again, with lots of tongue involved and lots of breast fondling.
But I knew that I had drunk way too much for this to go any further, so soon we were laying side by side, her bottom pressed against my groin as I fondled her breast and fell asleep.
It had been a long, but wonderful day. Even in my semi-drunken state, my penis throbbed in anticipation of what might happen between Samina and Greg.
We woke up quite late the following morning, when a pleasantly warm see breeze blew over us. We lay there, eyes closed, spooning, my erect cock resting against Samina's butt crack. No words were needed. I desperately wanted to fuck her, but she did not seem to be in the mood, so I did not force the matter. Although at that moment, more than anything I wanted to give her a climax. We were lucky that the tents had flaps that could be easily closed to give privacy inside, last night we had slept with the flaps open.
Samina had just returned from washing up, when right at noon Greg walked up to our tent, calling out to us. By this stage we were dressed, so I opened the flap and went outside, closing the flap behind me, as Samina was still inside changing. Shortly thereafter, she came out, looking gorgeous as usual in shorts and a halter top, braless of course, which was how I liked her. She smiled at Greg and said hello as he came up to her and they exchanged a quick kiss on the lips.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked us then added "got your swimmers and towel, because we might end up at a beach?"
Samina quickly got her bikini and my shorts, a couple of towels and the sunscreen threw it all into a bag with a water bottle and we walked out to Greg's car.
Greg threw our bag behind the two seats and opened the door for me to get in. Once I was settled, Samina climbed in and sat on my lap, with my arms wrapped around her. I made sure she was secure by placing the hand of the arm I had wrapped around her, squarely on her breast. She didn't seem to mind, even though Greg was still standing there holding the door for us. He shut the door, got into the driver's seat and we headed off.
He drove around for about 45 minutes until he came to a café and invited us for lunch. After enjoying a light lunch, which he insisted he pay for, he drove us around the different bays, and there were many, until he found the one he wanted to have a swim at. Being a Sunday, there were quite a few people there, but it was easy for Greg and I to wrap a towel around ourselves, remove our shorts and put our swimmers on. Samina did much the same, but then I held the towel around the top of her body as she removed her halter top and put her bikini bra on.
After a delightful swim, and some time spent sunning ourselves, we picked up our towels, dried ourselves off and walked back to the car. We dressed again, reversing the procedure and soon we were back in our shorts and tops. Samina's nipples were rather visible by this stage, being distended from the coolish water and were slightly damp as she put her soft, thin halter top on, making the cloth almost translucent. When she realized how she looked, she smiled at me. I smiled back,, looked directly at her breasts told her she looked great.
"Would you like to have a drive?" Greg asked me.
"Yes, I would love to! Are you sure? It would be fantastic to drive a car like this" I replied very excited at the prospect.
"Just as long as Samina doesn't mind sitting on my knee instead of yours." Greg mentioned.
"Of course not, I'd be honoured" Samina told him as I happily got into the driver's seat, not at all concerned that Samina would have to cuddle up close to him. In fact knowing of her attraction to Greg, I was quite happy, that finally she had gotten to be close to him, maybe that would spur some action.
But the situation was not quite as simple as that. You see, things moved slowly. Initially, both Samina and I expected Greg to get bolder with her, as she dropped hints (at times blatant ones!) that she wanted him. Alas, that was not to be. Greg was painfully slow on the uptake, and had to be coached all the way by Samina.
Greg got into the passenger seat and Samina happily hopped on his lap facing the window as she had done with me for the morning's drive. He put his arm around her and held her tight but without putting his hand on her breast as I had done. I set off, a little jerkily as I was not used to the sensitive racing controls, but eventually got used to them, and enjoyed driving the expensive car.
Initially however it was difficult to work on the gear shift, as one I had not driven a stick shift for quite a while, and two this car's clutch was exceptionally sensitive. As we were leaving the car park, I virtually stalled it, causing the car to stop suddenly and Greg stuck out his other hand to stop Samina going through the windscreen. Naturally his hand landed on her breast as he grabbed her and he apologized profusely, although I noticed that he took his time releasing her.
"It's fine, Greg, no problem. Hopefully Umer will stall it again and you'll have to grab me like that once more" Samina joked, laughing gaily. This caused us all to laugh, Greg looked distinctly uncomfortable. I was glad that already Samina had started dropping hints.
"So where am we going?" I asked after I managed to get out of the car park.
We all agreed to do a drive around the island, before heading back. So, on that so I set off along the narrow country roads, enjoying the feel of this extremely responsive car. Samina didn't seem to mind her cramped seating arrangement at all, she had a constant smile pasted on her face, as she flirted with Greg now and then.
We talked a bit, and Greg told us that he was recently divorced after a 20 year marriage and still had not quite recovered from that. He was in Jamaica to relax, and hopefully recover enough to be back soon running the paper products company he had founded about 15 years earlier. We were impressed by Greg a lot, but clearly he was a man hurting, and unsure of himself.
"Hope you don't get sea sick?" Greg asked us as we got out of his car upon reaching the tent village.
"Why?" we both responded.
"Well I hope you don't mind, but I've booked us on a harbour cruise at 2pm tomorrow to dolphin and whale watching. We'll go out to sea to see if there any whales there, but first I'm taking you to lunch" he told us.
We were both a bit flabbergasted. As I parked the car, I could tell that neither of us knew what to say, so I replied "but we can't let you pay for all that alone,, I'm sorry."
"Nonsense, it will be my pleasure. I really enjoy your company" he tried to reassure us.
"But we have to contribute something" Samina insisted.
"Tell you what, I'll settle for a nice kiss from you, beautiful," he told Samina.
"Well that might be alright for her, but what can I contribute. I'm not going to kiss you" I laughed.
Samina interrupted "well I'll just have to give him a kiss from you too, then." Yet another hint dropped. Greg gave a nervous laugh. I don't think he was quite sure of what to make of us.
"Just make sure they are proper kisses" I told her, "not just little pecks on the cheek." Eliciting another nervous laugh out of Greg.
"I'll make sure he enjoys them. I promise" she winked at me and laughed herself.
"Perhaps I should collect them after the cruise though in case you don't enjoy yourselves and then you won't have to deliver on your promise." Greg said with a laugh, clearly not taking us seriously.
I got out of the car and helped Samina climb off Greg's lap and of course he got out too. I handed him the car keys and thanked him for the lunch and the lovely drive as I got our wet things from behind the two seats.
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