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Chapter 12 - Relaxing at the beach
Ella and Emma had been fussing around us in the minutes before we had to
buckle up for our arrival in the Caribbean, touching up our make-up,
relieving us of the warm coats we had needed as we left Europe and
substituting more lightweight ones. I complained that I was cold now
inside the air-conditioned aircraft. The dress I had been given to wear
at Cindy's that morning was more like one I would have worn for a summer
party. It was a light, floaty silk mini-dress with spaghetti straps,
almost see-through, but it had a matching bodysuit beneath, giving the
impression that you were showing everything, but, in reality, showing
nothing. As the season was now well into autumn, there was a decided
chill in the air as we left for the airport that morning and I had been
wearing a beautiful, warm, teal blue suede coat-dress over it, with
matching suede knee boots. Emma now had confiscated these too and
replaced them with a pair of white strappy stiletto sandals.
"This jacket is no good!" I said to Emma, pointing at the white silk
bolero she had just given me.
"It matches your shoes and the belt you are wearing," said Emma, "and it
will be hot when we get off this aeroplane. You would fry in that coat
and those boots," she said passing me a blanket. "Just wrap yourself in
this and give it back to me before we leave the plane."
She was right, of course. I just had not realised how hot and humid it
would be in the tropics at this time of year. As soon as we stepped
outside, it hit you, just like a furnace door had been opened.
We all had to wait around in the airport whilst more photos were taken.
It seemed that the arrival of six "top models" as they called us, had
caused a bit of a stir. So there were lots more photos to be taken
before we were ushered into the waiting cars. The drive to the hotel was
thankfully quite short, and were soon in reception being checked in.
The hotel was a modern two story building, set back from the road in
ornamental gardens. From the reception area you could see to the rear of
the buildings that the gardens there were even more extensive than at the
front, with large palm trees and, at the farthest end, a large blue
swimming pool. Cindy had arranged for us all to be accommodated in an
annex next to the main building. Gemma and I were given Room A12 on the
top floor, with other girls in A14 and A15.
"Meeting in one hour, that's at 6.30 in Room A2! Check your watches,
local time is 5.27pm!" announced Cindy. "Set an alarm! Don't be late!
Then we will all go for dinner. I have a reservation for all of us the
hotel restaurant for 7.30. Your baggage will be sent up to your rooms as
soon as it arrives from the airport with the Tech Team!"
We rushed off to find out what the rooms were like. The annex was less
than a minutes walk from the main building through the tropical gardens.
It was like a private world of its own as the trees and shrubs in the
gardens completely screened it from the other buildings. It was on two
floors and we discovered that the "rooms" were actually small suites,
each with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living area and a large
balcony overlooking the gardens and pool.
"I thought we might have been near the sea," I said to Gemma as we made
tea in our kitchen. "But I suppose the hotels on the beaches are the
most expensive!"
"But we are near the sea," said Gemma. "It's Grenada. It's a small
Caribbean island. I can't see how we can't be near the sea."
"No, I meant like near the beach," I said. "I've never been to the
Caribbean before and I really wanted to walk on one of those white, sandy
beaches and sit under a palm tree with my feet in the water, just like
you see in the movies!"
"I will grant your wish, Princess!" said Gemma in a teasing voice. She
was now standing in front of the patio doors that led onto our balcony.
"Look over there! See that big palm tree at the end of the pool?"
"Yes!"
"Well, look to the right and just below the leaves, next to the trunk.
What do you see?"
"Blue sky," I said, "just more blue sky!"
"It can't be," said Gemma, "look! It's a different colour blue from the
sky, and, it's got ripples! No sky I know has ripples! The only thing
that has ripples is...."
".... the sea!" I completed.
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Room A2 was on the ground floor of the annex and was being used as our
production office. The bedrooms had been converted into a dressing room
and a beauty parlour and the living room was the "office"! Anne was
sharing room A11 with Cindy and the team leaders and their assistants
were in the other rooms on the ground floor, whilst Stella and Jesse
shared in room A16. The "Techies" had rooms somewhere in the main
buildings.
The meeting was soon over. We were given our schedules for the week's
work with reporting times and locations. We had been warned about not
leaving the hotel alone and getting lost. About carrying our hotel
security passes at all times. About not sitting out in the sun for too
long. About remembering to drink enough fluids, but not too much
alcohol, about insect repellents, about treating everyone with respect,
about wearing appropriate clothes, about everything that there was to be
told about.
Fortunately, we had been given the following day off to get over the
flight and accustom ourselves to the temperatures. Gemma and I had
decided relax by the pool in the morning, then to go to the beach in the
afternoon. We had discovered that you could get to it by simply walking
to the end of the hotel gardens, where there was a gate which led
straight onto the beach.
Dinner was a simple affair. There was lots of exotic sounding food on
offer, but all of us were sleepy from the long flight and the time change
and so both Gemma and I found ourselves in bed and asleep by 9.30.
Just a few minutes later, I was awoken by Gemma who was standing by the
bedside with a cup of tea.
"What? Has something happened?" I asked in a daze. "I've only just got
off to sleep! What is it? Are we on fire? I haven't heard the alarm!"
"Come on sleepyhead, its 8.30!"
"It can't be 8.30, I went to bed at 9.30. Time doesn't run backwards
here does it? Or is this some sort of weird dream?" I thought.
"No! Its 8.30 on Saturday morning. Breakfast is until 10.30, but we want
to get a good place by the pool, so I thought I'd bring you some tea!"
"What? It can't be, I....!
But sure enough, Gemma pulled back the curtains to reveal a blue sky with
patchy white clouds.
"It rained overnight, did you hear it? But its going to be a fine day
according to the weather forecast," she said. "The bags have arrived too.
They must have come when we were at dinner. They are in the luggage
space behind the door."
"How long have you been up?" I asked.
"Oh, only an hour or so," she said "I thought I'd let you sleep in. I am
a bit of a 'morning' person though!"
An hour later, showered and dressed in smart shorts and a strappy top, I
was at the breakfast buffet with Gemma. There were a few other guests
there too, but none of our party. The Maitre d' told us that she had
seen our technical guys in early for breakfast, but then they had been
there a few days already to set things up. We were the only ones of
yesterday's arrivals to make it to breakfast.
"Is that a 'Tankini'?" Gemma asked as we walked back to the room after
Breakfast.
"A what-kini?" I said.
"A Tankini," said Gemma, "surely you've heard of a tankini. You know, a
bikini bottom with a sleeveless top, a tank top!"
"No," I said, "its just a top and shorts."
"OK, well, I'm already wearing mine under this dress," she said. It was
a rather beautiful, long wrap-over beach dress. Pink with stylised
multi-coloured jungle plants all over it.
"I don't really have any beachwear with me," I said sheepishly. "I
thought we were going to inland Spain so I didn't think we would go to
the beach. I do have a swimsuit, in case there was a pool, but I can't
wear it here, its a bit, well, dull. I bought it in a sale when I was
going for lots of exercise at the spa, but now I just wear it in the pool
at home. I've never worn it 'out' and I'm sure its the wrong size,
anyway."
Gemma's mouth dropped open. "You don't have anything to wear on the
beach," she said, incredulously?
"No"
"Right! You go back to the room and get your stuff and I'll be there in
a few minutes" she said, tapping the side of her nose with her finger!
I went back to the room and opened my suitcase. I got out my sun-cream,
a large beach towel, some tissues, some bottles of water from the fridge
and put them in my beach bag. Before I knew it, Gemma was back carrying
a white plastic bag!
"Its the best I could do at short notice!" she said, "but I think it will
be OK!"
I tipped the contents of the bag onto the bed. A small mound of what
looked like gold Lycra!
"Emma says its your size," said Gemma. "Go on, put it on, we are wasting
good relaxing time. I'll get my stuff together then I'll come back and
we can see how you look!"
The mound of Lycra comprised a well-formed bikini top, a matching bikini
bottom and another vaguely triangular shaped piece of fabric with ruffled
edges and wide golden strings attached to two of the three corners. It
looked to me like a large gold headscarf. The top was underwired and a
bit on the small side but the bikini bottoms were a disaster. The front
was a full cut and fitted well, but the back was very small and felt like
it covered nothing, plus, of course, there was the small matter of my
"tuck". The resulting small bulge was very obvious to me, but I had
learned from Cindy and her girls that most people did not see the things
that were blindingly obvious to me. "I suppose," I thought, "I can just
put my shorts on over the top and no-one will be any the wiser!"
I was just about to climb into them when Gemma re-appeared.
"Hmmmmm!" she said, "It will have to do, I suppose, but we will do better
later I'm sure! Come on, now, put your skirt on and we'll be off!"
"Skirt, what skirt, I'm going to be wearing these shorts!"
"You are not coming to the pool in those shorts!" she said, emphasising
the word "not"!
"I'll have to unpack my case and look for a skirt, then," I said.
"Just put the gold one on and let's go," she said impatiently.
"What?"
She picked up the gold headscarf, wrapped the golden strings around my
waist and tied them with a large bow at my hip.
"There," she said. "Perfect! It hides your 'intimate' bits completely!"
Suddenly, all was clear. It was a two piece suit with a small gold
sarong for "cover"!
"Emma said that they weren't going to use this one for photos, so it was
OK for you to wear it 'out.' Come on, let's take the labels off."
She found some nail scissors and clipped the plastic ties which held
them. I slipped on my beach shoes and we were off to the pool.
We passed a relaxing morning on loungers by the pool and under the shade
of large umbrellas. We applied loads of sun cream, taking notice of yet
another of Cindy's warnings about being burnt by the strong tropical sun.
It was wasted on me in any case since I burned rather easily and would
never spent time sitting in the sun for more than a few minutes. Gemma
must have been the same. A green-eyed girl with red hair was sure to
burn easily too.
We read magazines and chatted about ourselves whilst waiters brought us
drinks and looked after us. I explained to Gemma how I came to be there.
About my sudden change of lifestyle after being in a film and how I was
Cindy's 'Guinea Pig' for her new venture with Stella and Jesse.
Gemma told me that she had been going to Cindy's for several years and
had started some months after she had her GRS. "It was hell for nine
months!" she told me. "But then I did rather go for it all in a rush. I
had the implants first, then the other surgery, then they did the fat
transfers to my hips! I always was a strange shape as a man, deformed I
thought. I had large hips and waist but a small chest and was always a
bit of a shrimp height-wise."
"Well its worked out well, I think!" I said.
"It was the boob size that I was worried about," she went on. "I
couldn't make my mind up. I'm only a 36 chest, so something about a B or
C cup would be "normal", but then, with these enormous hips," she pointed
down "they would have looked just too small. I mean, normal guys have a
40 inch or 42 inch chest, so, the way I look at it is, if I was "normal"
and had gone for say C cups, then a 42C is the same cup size as a 40D or
a 38DD or a 36E, which is what I went for in the end!"
"Wow!" I said, "36E, that's some size. Lots of girls would give their
eye-teeth for 36E's"
"Well the boys seem to like them," she grinned, "but at least they match
my hips now. It's just my waist that's too small, since they took the
belly fat and put it round my hips!" she grinned. "Anyway, did you
notice that waiter giving you the eye."
"Stop it," I said, "you are just winding me up now! They have to be nice
to the guests, its what they are paid for!
"I'm sure you could seduce him if you wanted to," she went on. "I'm
certainly going to try a bit of seduction. There must be lots of guys
here just gagging for an hour or two with a sexy model. You know the
reputation these black guys have for having big hands, feet and then, in
a whisper...... dicks! That's a problem at home when you've had a sex
change and you want a relationship, you have to decide if you are going
to tell them and then when. If you do it at the beginning, they usually
run a mile, but if you leave it, they accuse you of keeping it from them.
Then they run a mile. But here, well, I won't have to tell them
anything!"
"I really wouldn't know," I said.
"Well, you don't actually have the problem, do you. They find out almost
immediately!"
"I don't really know, I suppose so."
"Do I gather that you've never had a... been in a relationship?"
"Well, no, actually!"
"Oh, I was assuming.... but then.... sorry, we might be at cross-purposes
here.... do you like girls or boys?" she asked.
"Boys!" I said.
"Phew, I thought so. I just had a feeling! But you've never
actually..... "
I told her about my sexual experiences as a girl or lack of them.
"And what was it about having a guy's cock in your mouth, sucking him off
and swallowing his cum that you didn't really like?" she asked a the end
of my explanation.
"All of it, I loved every minute of it," I said, "it felt so right for
me!"
Then why, o why, haven't you taken it further and had a full....
relationship? You do want to have sex with a man don't you?"
"No one has ever asked me that," I said, "so I've never had to think
about it before, but now that you say it out loud, of course I do! I
can't really think why it didn't occur to me before. I'm just stupid I
guess!"
"I don't think so, you just have to become used to the idea that you are
a woman. I mean you look like one on the outside and you must feel like
one on the inside too or you wouldn't be lying here in a gold bikini
making all the waiters feel weak at the knees. You just have to put the
two things together!"
The conversation fell silent.
"Time we went for lunch and a siesta," said Gemma.
As we walked back through the gardens to the Annex for a shower, Gemma
said suddenly, "I know, we'll see who we can seduce this afternoon on the
beach. I'll give some flirting lessons and after that you'll never look
back. That's the real reason I have a small waist and these 36E's. I
just l-o-v-e cock and its the best way I know to attract it!"
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We had a light lunch and rested during the heat of the day, leaving for
the beach at around 3.30. At the end of the gardens we found the gate
that led onto the beach. It was manned by a smart looking security
guard.
"You ladies have your security tags?" he asked.
"Yes," we chorused.
"If there's no-one on the gate when you come back, just swipe them here
to open the gate," he said, pointing at a card reader set into the wall
by the gate.
"Our private beach area is the one surrounded by the white fence," he
said, "the boys will look after you!"
"Thank you," we smiled, then Gemma whispered under her breath, "Looked
after by boys eh! Sounds like my sort of beach"!
We found loungers like the ones by the pool and made ourselves
comfortable.
"Now, I'll reveal my secret weapon," said Gemma. "It always attracts the
wrong sort of guy, if you know what I mean!"
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" I said.
Gemma slipped out of her dress revealing the smallest bikini I had ever
seen. It was not only small, but it was made of an almost see-through
mesh. The cups were just large enough to cover the lower half of her
breasts and her nipples, but left the upper part of her areola exposed.
You could clearly see the change in colour between her brown nipples and
her very white skin. The bikini bottoms were minute. They were so small
that they only just hid the top of her pussy and the triangle of fabric
at the back almost completely disappeared into the crack of her bottom,
leaving all of the ass cheeks fully exposed. You could clearly see the
outline of her pussy lips through the fabric.
"If I don't get enough attention," she said, "I'll go into the sea. The
fabric becomes totally see-through when it gets wet!"
"My God!" I said. "If you don't get any attention dressed like that
these guys must be completely blind! Where did you get that bikini from,
I've never seen anything like it?"
"Its a 'Wicked Weasel'!" she said. "It's from somewhere in Australia. I
buy them mail-order from the internet. I've got a couple more in my bag,
different designs, but just as sexy. This is the smallest, so I thought
it would be the best one for this afternoon!"
"But.... but.... but.... !" was all I could say.
"OK," she said, "just watch out for reactions from the guys walking past
and I'll show how to do the flirting!"
She adjusted the back of the lounger to a more upright position, swept
her hair up and clipped it behind her head, then, reaching into her bag,
she took out a pair of dangly silver earrings and slipped them into her
lobes. She added a matching bracelet and dangle to her navel piercing
and slipped on a couple of toe rings. Next she took off her flip-flops
and produced a pair of white stiletto sandals with ankle straps.
"How ever are you going to walk on the sand in those?" I asked.
"They are not for walking in!" she said, "they are 'man-bait', just like
the jewellery. You'll see what I mean. Its just like fishing with a
fly. They know its not food, but they just can't resist grabbing it!"
She added a pair of white framed sunglasses and settled back to read a
magazine. I noticed that she had glued some crystals to her pale pink
polished nails and they glinted in the sunshine whenever she turned a
page.
I had to admit, she was an artiste and at the top of her game too by the
look of it!
She was paying no attention, it seemed, to the people walking past. I
now understood why she had chosen these loungers. They were at the edge
of the fenced area belonging to the hotel and as close as possible to the
walk-way to and from the beach. Everyone coming or going had a perfect
view of her as they passed, if they chose to look, and almost all the men
did.
I could see surreptitious lingering gazes from most of the males walking
past, but these guys were already with a partner. It didn't stop them
looking long and hard though! Then a guy walking past then suddenly
turned and came back, leaning on the top of the fence and gazing inside
as though inspecting the hotel's loungers and sunshades.
Gemma slowly slid the sunglasses down her nose and looked straight at
him. As his gaze turned back towards her, she gave him a sparkling
smile.
"Hi," she said in a voice about half an octave lower than her normal one.
"You look hot! Would you like some water?"
The guy looked shocked, but then, after a pause smiled and said "Oh, yes,
thanks!"
"Come and sit here, then," she said, "there's lots of room!"
She slid her legs from the foot of the lounger, slid sideways and crossed
them in front of her, sitting with her shoulders back and her chest
thrust out. She had already poured out a glass of water by the time the
guy had walked over to us. She passed it to him, making sure their
hands touched and holding onto the glass for just a little too long for
comfort.
He almost drank the water in one swallow and passed her back the glass.
As she took it from him, she held onto his hand and inspected it.
"You have such strong hands," she said, looking him straight in the eyes,
"and arms!"
She still held his hand and slid her other manicured hand slowly up his
forearm, through the hairs.
"I just love men with hair, don't you, Victoria?" she said as she
transferred her free hand to her victims chest and recrossed her legs so
that stiletto heel of her shoe rubbed up against the side of his calf.
"We are staying in the hotel over there," she said, still with her hand
fingering the hairs on his chest "but working there too, we are just
taking a short break for an hour or two at the moment."
"What kind of work do you do?" he said in a voice which sounded rather
strange.
"We are doing some modelling for a new beauty salon back in Europe," she
said, "but its so boring just being all girls together. You can
imagine!"
The hand that was fondling his chest was somehow now resting on his
thigh. He was wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt which was
unbuttoned. I noticed that his shorts were decidedly bulging at the
front.
"Is there anything 'exciting' to do in the evenings around here?" she
asked, "we only arrived yesterday and haven't had time to find out about
anything yet!"
"Er....well....." said the guy.
"Could you pass by our hotel later with some suggestions about what we
could do," she said, "and if you could bring a friend, maybe we could all
do something nice together? Just ask for room A12!"
She stood up.
He stood up.
She leaned over, slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the
cheek, letting her bikini top rub gently across the front of his chest.
"Thanks!" she breathed. "That's so kind of you. Maybe we'll see you
later!"
The guy strolled off, with a hand inside the pocket of his shorts,
obviously holding down a massive erection! At the corner of the fence,
he turned and glanced back to look at us. Gemma blew him a kiss!
"There," she said, casually resuming her seat as he slipped out of sight
behind the palm trees. "Now tell me, how hard was that, Victoria?"
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