THE BETH CHRONICLES By USAtraveler
St. Croix Part I
We had spent many nights fantasizing about this long two week trip to the US Virgin Islands. We chose Christiansted Island as our destination because of the many resorts scattered in and around the main city of St. Croix.
Beth had made a list that she kept to herself of the fantasies she wanted to try. This was our game, pretend and then try to make them come to reality. Exhibitionism and teasing are our biggest turn-ons and we always try to show off her body in as many ways as possible. Beth especially gets aroused when she knows another man or men are enjoying her nudity. She also wants to know that they are watching her and are appreciating her "show."
Our other game is "I dare you." This is usually played out by me giving her a dare that is slightly more outrageous than the circumstances that we are in will generally accept. Examples are flashing her breasts to the waiter when he comes to our table in a restaurant, allowing her bikini bottoms to float to the surface in a Jacuzzi with other men present, or flashing her bald pussy at some poor shoe salesman.
On this vacation, I packed all her clothing. She packed her own jewelry and make-up though. I limited her clothing to sundresses, bikinis (with the linings removed), tank tops, white shorts, tennis dresses, silk blouses, and a couple of mini skirts. Absolutely no underwear.
We spent the first day just getting there from St. Louis. But what fun it was. Beth wore a bright white and yellow sundress with spaghetti straps over the shoulder and crisscrossing the open back. The skirt was full and the hem was just below her knee. Over it she wore a light weight summer sweater. When she boarded the plane bound for Atlanta, she placed one of her carry-on bags in the overhead compartment. Then she took off the sweater and stretched on her tip-toes to also place it in the overhead compartment. Just about every male In the plane stopped what they were doing and watched her as they became aware what this dress revealed about her lack of underclothes. The side view was spectacular especially when the sundress was backlit. Her marvelous breasts and flat stomach were highlighted by the sun beaming though the small windows. The dress was crisscrossed with laces across her bare back making it obvious to those who didn't have the sun at the right angel, that she was braless.
I told her after she sat back in her seat that she would have to make a trip or two to the restrooms in the rear of the plane once we got into the flight just to give all the guys another look.
Before we knew it, we were landing in Atlanta. If you have ever flown into there, you know that international flights leave from a concourse separate from all the rest. This meant a trip on the trams that whisk you between terminals and concourses. During this trip, Beth stood in front of me and I spooned behind her, grinding my cock into the crack of her ass as the tram made its way toward our destination. As more and more people crammed into the tram car, I became bolder by lifting the hem of her sundress so that her bare butt was now pressing into my cock. Ever the opportunist, she reached back, unzipped me and wiggled her ass to accommodate my rod. Here we were amid dozens of people with the tip of my dick inching into her, passing her lubricated lips, straining to slip in to her. Just before the tram got to our exit, it stopped with a jolt at the terminal before ours. The jolt was just enough for me to bend slightly at the knees to improve my angle and then thrust up into her. Pas sengers were scurrying on and off the tram and I was penetrating my wife from behind.
Beth's response was to lean back into me and whisper, "You horny little devil. That feels so wicked! Think you can cum so that it will be dripping down my leg as we walk out of here?"
"Saving it for later, Babe. Maybe we can get another notch in our Mile High Club pin on the way down to St. Croix," I said. It was painful to bend my rod so we could stuff it back into my pants. Guess I walked rather stiff legged from the tram, up the stairs, and to our gate. However, I'm sure the stares were not at my stride, but Beth's bouncing breasts in her attention demanding sundress.
Once on board the jet to St. Croix, I plotted out the next dare. "Remember on our first trip to Chicago last fall when I had you tied spread eagle to the bed? Recall how you were blindfolded and tied so you couldn't move nor know who was in the room about to take advantage of you? Well, when we get to the hotel, I'm going to do that to you only this time, I will make sure someone comes into the room while you are so vulnerable."
The hotel shuttle picked us up at the airport, loaded all of our luggage, and drove us to the hotel along the shore road. Our rooms were on the ground floor of a 6-plex, three story unit. We had a patio accessible from the bedroom through a set of French doors. The patio came complete with a couple of chairs, table with umbrella, and two chaise type lounges. The entire patio was screened from the ocean by a low block wall that formed a planter. Great for sunning without being seen, but that was not what Beth wanted. She was on vacation and wanted to be as wild as her inhibitions let her.
I asked her if she was ready to stash our gear and head to the hotel lounge for our evening meal and more. "What should I wear," she asked. I told her the sundress she was wearing was excellent, but she said that it was better for daylight. She liked my second suggestion ? the top to her white bikini, her long sarong wrap skirt, and the scarf-like shoulder wrap that matched the skirt. My wife added her gold waist and ankle chains. She practiced setting on the bed to see how the split in the wrap skirt fell. It fell, all right, open to the top of her thighs! Perfect!
We entered the lounge area that opened onto a larger open-air pavilion featuring tiki torch lighting at the perimeter and hurricane candles on the tables. There were several couples and also groups of singles in the lounge area. This vacation is shaping up nicely.
Beth and I ordered our food form a cute waitress who winked at me when she noticed Beth's thigh exposure and my hand creeping up her leg. I love keeping my wife stimulated as I know that the longer the foreplay lasts, the hotter our sex will be.
Apparently, the waitress told a few others about Beth and I. Soon the bus boy was by filling our water glasses and bringing a fresh candle for the table. The manager came by, and welcomed us to the hotel. My wife asked him if there was going to be live music later. "Yes, a local band that plays classic island music," he said. She said that she was looking forward to their performance at the same time she re-crossed her legs, causing the wrap to adjust again across her thighs. He was hooked. He was trying to look without being obvious.
I motioned her toward me whispering in her ear as she leaned in to me. This allowed him to examine her exposed flesh with out being overt. "Sweetheart," he is feasting on your leg show. I dare you to show him more."
"How," she asked? "Put your arms around my neck, kiss me on the cheek, and giggle. I think this little movement will cause the skirt to fall open a little more."
When her arms came up around my neck, I glanced down toward her lap to see what was happening. As she was kissing me on the cheek, the skirt separated more, revealing all of her thigh up to her waist. I whispered to her, "one more inch and your naked pussy lips will begin to show."
"Oh, I just love you to pieces, Sweetheart," she said squeezing me around my neck. Now I could clearly see that her wrap skirt had fell open completely exposing her shaved pussy to the manager. "It's open all the way," I whispered. "I know, I can feel the breeze on my wet lips," my daring wife said.
She kissed me again then straightened up in her chair, taking the time to arrange her wrap skirt over her re-crossed legs. The manager had moved to the next table greeting the guests there too but not before my wife had treated him to the beginnings of her exhibitionism vacation.
We stayed and ate swordfish, drank plenty of beer, and danced and danced and danced. Many eyes were on Beth and her legs. She was loving it. The manager came by about once and hour to "see" how things were going. Each time, he glanced down to check out her legs. About and hour later, I told her that I was going to give her another "dare."
"Dare me, and I'll do it," she said. "Loose the top," I said. "You mean the shoulder wrap," she asked? Smiling from ear to ear, I announced, "Not quite, I'm daring you to loose the bikini top!"
My wife fixed her eyes on mine. She reached up to her neck and untied the bow. Beth then whispered, "For you," as she unfastened the bow behind her back. She draped the transparent should wrap over her shoulders at the same time causing the small white triangles of the bikini bra to slip off her breasts. She started to pickup the top that was laying in her lap, but I said, "leave it."
"What can you see," she asked without unlocking her fixed gaze on my eyes. My eyes slowly drifted down to take in the new exposed view. "Both nipples are showing through the thin material and the candle light is being reflected by the gold rings in your nipples. Your nipples are hard and very long too," I affirmed.
Just as I had hoped, the manager came by again to ask if we were enjoying ourselves. "Very much," I said. His glance shifted from me to Beth. She looked at him and smiled. We both watched as his eyes dropped from her face down to her nearly exposed chest and then to her white bikini top laying on her lap. "I lost a bet and I have to comply with a dare," she said. "I see," he managed to say.
"Is this a problem," asked my wife. "I mean, me sitting here like this, or do you want me to cover back up?"
"Well, not as far as I'm concerned. Just make sure nothing else comes off, okay. I would sure hate to not have you continue to patronize my club. You never know if some of the other guests might raise an issue with the hotel, then I'd be forced to deny you access." He very deliberately looked unabashedly over my wife from her bare thighs to her nearly naked breasts. Then he added, "no, don't cover up."
Beth rose from her chair and handed me her bikini top for keeping. I slipped it into my walking shorts. "Honey, let's go for a walk on the beach, okay," she questioned.
We walked out together along with the manager. Beth had her arm on mine and then she surprised the manager by taking his arm too. I felt the warmth of the underside of her naked breast on the top of my arm, so I am sure he was feeling the same sensation. At the door, she stood on her tip toes, and gave him a small kiss on his cheek while pressing both breasts into his arm.
"Thank you," she said. My wife turned to me and asked if we could go back to our room along the beach. As soon as we left the lights of the club and walked into the shadows, I dared her to do it topless. She didn't answer. Beth shrugged. The wrap slid off her shoulders and wafted to the sand. She was now walking naked from the waist up, breasts bouncing gently in the moonlight.
We heard voices coming off to our right. As they grew louder, I whispered to her that it sounded like several guys and a girl or two. As we grew closer to them, they realized that Beth was topless. The group was quiet for a second and then we heard, "Damn." "See there Dear, that's what I want you to do." "Right now, in front of your brother!" the young girl asked. Everyone stopped including Beth. The sea air kept her nipples stiff and erect. The moon glistened and her nipple rings caught flashes of moonlight.
No one was saying anything. The young lady seemed to be breathing rather excitedly. Next movement came as she lifted her tee shirt over her head and then unsnapped her front closing bar. She had very nice smallish breast whose nipples pointed at an upward angle. "Very nice," I said. Her husband took her discarded garments to hold.
"Beth," I said, "I dare you to hand me your skirt." The three others looked at my wife to see what she would do. I guess they expected her not to comply. Saying nothing, just looking me in the eyes, she slipped the wrap skirt off her hips and handed it to me. Now she was standing there gloriously naked in front of three strangers. "Turn around and let them see all of you," I said. She slowly turned. When her shaved pussy came into view, the husband muttered another "Damn!" "Come on Honey, we're going to shave your pussy too."
They left in a rather hurry. Beth told me that she was so excited that her thighs were wet from her own juices dripping down. We walked hand-in-hand until we reached the complex. I told her to kneel on the chaise. I proceeded to lick and probe all over her butt. When I found her slit from the rear, I followed the slick trail to the very erect clit. I started sucking and rolling my tongue all around the little pleasure nub. I inserted first one then two fingers to the appreciative moans from my wife.
I told her that tomorrow I'd make sure another stranger got to enjoy her naked body. She really began to squirm. I took that as a definite yes. I next began searching in earnest for her g-spot with the tip of my index finger while rolling her clit around between my other finger and thumb. "Maybe he will even let him touch your breasts and play with your tit rings." "Yes, yes, dare me, I'll do it," she said.
I dropped my shorts freeing my aching cock. My balls were so tight they felt like they were laying next to my kidneys. My wife felt my cock slide across her tight buns, reached back and grabbed it. "Do me now, fuck me and make me do wicked things all week long. Fuck me hard. I want your cum in me, on me, in my mouth, all over me. Do me!"
She was very wet and felt like a hot silk glove as I pushed in to her cunt from behind, holding on to her around her waist just above her clit. I began to pump faster and as deep into her as I could. Soon we were almost slamming into each other. I felt the cum boil up and then gush out. Jet after jet of jism pumped into her cunt. I held on with one hand and frigged her clit with the other still pumping into her cunt.
She came with a rush, pulsing over my cock, stomach muscles quivering. It was one of our best fucks in years. After catching our breath, we entered the bedroom through the French doors.
We took a shower and soaped each other all over. I told my wife that she was the sexiest woman ever and that she gave me all the thrill I ever needed when she is exposed to strangers. We fell asleep on top of the sheets as I promised her a great day tomorrow reminding her that some lucky man would not only see her naked, but would get to touch her breasts. maybe even more.
"Just dare me, I'll do it for you," she said.
St. Croix Part I
We had spent many nights fantasizing about this long two week trip to the US Virgin Islands. We chose Christiansted Island as our destination because of the many resorts scattered in and around the main city of St. Croix.
Beth had made a list that she kept to herself of the fantasies she wanted to try. This was our game, pretend and then try to make them come to reality. Exhibitionism and teasing are our biggest turn-ons and we always try to show off her body in as many ways as possible. Beth especially gets aroused when she knows another man or men are enjoying her nudity. She also wants to know that they are watching her and are appreciating her "show."
Our other game is "I dare you." This is usually played out by me giving her a dare that is slightly more outrageous than the circumstances that we are in will generally accept. Examples are flashing her breasts to the waiter when he comes to our table in a restaurant, allowing her bikini bottoms to float to the surface in a Jacuzzi with other men present, or flashing her bald pussy at some poor shoe salesman.
On this vacation, I packed all her clothing. She packed her own jewelry and make-up though. I limited her clothing to sundresses, bikinis (with the linings removed), tank tops, white shorts, tennis dresses, silk blouses, and a couple of mini skirts. Absolutely no underwear.
We spent the first day just getting there from St. Louis. But what fun it was. Beth wore a bright white and yellow sundress with spaghetti straps over the shoulder and crisscrossing the open back. The skirt was full and the hem was just below her knee. Over it she wore a light weight summer sweater. When she boarded the plane bound for Atlanta, she placed one of her carry-on bags in the overhead compartment. Then she took off the sweater and stretched on her tip-toes to also place it in the overhead compartment. Just about every male In the plane stopped what they were doing and watched her as they became aware what this dress revealed about her lack of underclothes. The side view was spectacular especially when the sundress was backlit. Her marvelous breasts and flat stomach were highlighted by the sun beaming though the small windows. The dress was crisscrossed with laces across her bare back making it obvious to those who didn't have the sun at the right angel, that she was braless.
I told her after she sat back in her seat that she would have to make a trip or two to the restrooms in the rear of the plane once we got into the flight just to give all the guys another look.
Before we knew it, we were landing in Atlanta. If you have ever flown into there, you know that international flights leave from a concourse separate from all the rest. This meant a trip on the trams that whisk you between terminals and concourses. During this trip, Beth stood in front of me and I spooned behind her, grinding my cock into the crack of her ass as the tram made its way toward our destination. As more and more people crammed into the tram car, I became bolder by lifting the hem of her sundress so that her bare butt was now pressing into my cock. Ever the opportunist, she reached back, unzipped me and wiggled her ass to accommodate my rod. Here we were amid dozens of people with the tip of my dick inching into her, passing her lubricated lips, straining to slip in to her. Just before the tram got to our exit, it stopped with a jolt at the terminal before ours. The jolt was just enough for me to bend slightly at the knees to improve my angle and then thrust up into her. Pas sengers were scurrying on and off the tram and I was penetrating my wife from behind.
Beth's response was to lean back into me and whisper, "You horny little devil. That feels so wicked! Think you can cum so that it will be dripping down my leg as we walk out of here?"
"Saving it for later, Babe. Maybe we can get another notch in our Mile High Club pin on the way down to St. Croix," I said. It was painful to bend my rod so we could stuff it back into my pants. Guess I walked rather stiff legged from the tram, up the stairs, and to our gate. However, I'm sure the stares were not at my stride, but Beth's bouncing breasts in her attention demanding sundress.
Once on board the jet to St. Croix, I plotted out the next dare. "Remember on our first trip to Chicago last fall when I had you tied spread eagle to the bed? Recall how you were blindfolded and tied so you couldn't move nor know who was in the room about to take advantage of you? Well, when we get to the hotel, I'm going to do that to you only this time, I will make sure someone comes into the room while you are so vulnerable."
The hotel shuttle picked us up at the airport, loaded all of our luggage, and drove us to the hotel along the shore road. Our rooms were on the ground floor of a 6-plex, three story unit. We had a patio accessible from the bedroom through a set of French doors. The patio came complete with a couple of chairs, table with umbrella, and two chaise type lounges. The entire patio was screened from the ocean by a low block wall that formed a planter. Great for sunning without being seen, but that was not what Beth wanted. She was on vacation and wanted to be as wild as her inhibitions let her.
I asked her if she was ready to stash our gear and head to the hotel lounge for our evening meal and more. "What should I wear," she asked. I told her the sundress she was wearing was excellent, but she said that it was better for daylight. She liked my second suggestion ? the top to her white bikini, her long sarong wrap skirt, and the scarf-like shoulder wrap that matched the skirt. My wife added her gold waist and ankle chains. She practiced setting on the bed to see how the split in the wrap skirt fell. It fell, all right, open to the top of her thighs! Perfect!
We entered the lounge area that opened onto a larger open-air pavilion featuring tiki torch lighting at the perimeter and hurricane candles on the tables. There were several couples and also groups of singles in the lounge area. This vacation is shaping up nicely.
Beth and I ordered our food form a cute waitress who winked at me when she noticed Beth's thigh exposure and my hand creeping up her leg. I love keeping my wife stimulated as I know that the longer the foreplay lasts, the hotter our sex will be.
Apparently, the waitress told a few others about Beth and I. Soon the bus boy was by filling our water glasses and bringing a fresh candle for the table. The manager came by, and welcomed us to the hotel. My wife asked him if there was going to be live music later. "Yes, a local band that plays classic island music," he said. She said that she was looking forward to their performance at the same time she re-crossed her legs, causing the wrap to adjust again across her thighs. He was hooked. He was trying to look without being obvious.
I motioned her toward me whispering in her ear as she leaned in to me. This allowed him to examine her exposed flesh with out being overt. "Sweetheart," he is feasting on your leg show. I dare you to show him more."
"How," she asked? "Put your arms around my neck, kiss me on the cheek, and giggle. I think this little movement will cause the skirt to fall open a little more."
When her arms came up around my neck, I glanced down toward her lap to see what was happening. As she was kissing me on the cheek, the skirt separated more, revealing all of her thigh up to her waist. I whispered to her, "one more inch and your naked pussy lips will begin to show."
"Oh, I just love you to pieces, Sweetheart," she said squeezing me around my neck. Now I could clearly see that her wrap skirt had fell open completely exposing her shaved pussy to the manager. "It's open all the way," I whispered. "I know, I can feel the breeze on my wet lips," my daring wife said.
She kissed me again then straightened up in her chair, taking the time to arrange her wrap skirt over her re-crossed legs. The manager had moved to the next table greeting the guests there too but not before my wife had treated him to the beginnings of her exhibitionism vacation.
We stayed and ate swordfish, drank plenty of beer, and danced and danced and danced. Many eyes were on Beth and her legs. She was loving it. The manager came by about once and hour to "see" how things were going. Each time, he glanced down to check out her legs. About and hour later, I told her that I was going to give her another "dare."
"Dare me, and I'll do it," she said. "Loose the top," I said. "You mean the shoulder wrap," she asked? Smiling from ear to ear, I announced, "Not quite, I'm daring you to loose the bikini top!"
My wife fixed her eyes on mine. She reached up to her neck and untied the bow. Beth then whispered, "For you," as she unfastened the bow behind her back. She draped the transparent should wrap over her shoulders at the same time causing the small white triangles of the bikini bra to slip off her breasts. She started to pickup the top that was laying in her lap, but I said, "leave it."
"What can you see," she asked without unlocking her fixed gaze on my eyes. My eyes slowly drifted down to take in the new exposed view. "Both nipples are showing through the thin material and the candle light is being reflected by the gold rings in your nipples. Your nipples are hard and very long too," I affirmed.
Just as I had hoped, the manager came by again to ask if we were enjoying ourselves. "Very much," I said. His glance shifted from me to Beth. She looked at him and smiled. We both watched as his eyes dropped from her face down to her nearly exposed chest and then to her white bikini top laying on her lap. "I lost a bet and I have to comply with a dare," she said. "I see," he managed to say.
"Is this a problem," asked my wife. "I mean, me sitting here like this, or do you want me to cover back up?"
"Well, not as far as I'm concerned. Just make sure nothing else comes off, okay. I would sure hate to not have you continue to patronize my club. You never know if some of the other guests might raise an issue with the hotel, then I'd be forced to deny you access." He very deliberately looked unabashedly over my wife from her bare thighs to her nearly naked breasts. Then he added, "no, don't cover up."
Beth rose from her chair and handed me her bikini top for keeping. I slipped it into my walking shorts. "Honey, let's go for a walk on the beach, okay," she questioned.
We walked out together along with the manager. Beth had her arm on mine and then she surprised the manager by taking his arm too. I felt the warmth of the underside of her naked breast on the top of my arm, so I am sure he was feeling the same sensation. At the door, she stood on her tip toes, and gave him a small kiss on his cheek while pressing both breasts into his arm.
"Thank you," she said. My wife turned to me and asked if we could go back to our room along the beach. As soon as we left the lights of the club and walked into the shadows, I dared her to do it topless. She didn't answer. Beth shrugged. The wrap slid off her shoulders and wafted to the sand. She was now walking naked from the waist up, breasts bouncing gently in the moonlight.
We heard voices coming off to our right. As they grew louder, I whispered to her that it sounded like several guys and a girl or two. As we grew closer to them, they realized that Beth was topless. The group was quiet for a second and then we heard, "Damn." "See there Dear, that's what I want you to do." "Right now, in front of your brother!" the young girl asked. Everyone stopped including Beth. The sea air kept her nipples stiff and erect. The moon glistened and her nipple rings caught flashes of moonlight.
No one was saying anything. The young lady seemed to be breathing rather excitedly. Next movement came as she lifted her tee shirt over her head and then unsnapped her front closing bar. She had very nice smallish breast whose nipples pointed at an upward angle. "Very nice," I said. Her husband took her discarded garments to hold.
"Beth," I said, "I dare you to hand me your skirt." The three others looked at my wife to see what she would do. I guess they expected her not to comply. Saying nothing, just looking me in the eyes, she slipped the wrap skirt off her hips and handed it to me. Now she was standing there gloriously naked in front of three strangers. "Turn around and let them see all of you," I said. She slowly turned. When her shaved pussy came into view, the husband muttered another "Damn!" "Come on Honey, we're going to shave your pussy too."
They left in a rather hurry. Beth told me that she was so excited that her thighs were wet from her own juices dripping down. We walked hand-in-hand until we reached the complex. I told her to kneel on the chaise. I proceeded to lick and probe all over her butt. When I found her slit from the rear, I followed the slick trail to the very erect clit. I started sucking and rolling my tongue all around the little pleasure nub. I inserted first one then two fingers to the appreciative moans from my wife.
I told her that tomorrow I'd make sure another stranger got to enjoy her naked body. She really began to squirm. I took that as a definite yes. I next began searching in earnest for her g-spot with the tip of my index finger while rolling her clit around between my other finger and thumb. "Maybe he will even let him touch your breasts and play with your tit rings." "Yes, yes, dare me, I'll do it," she said.
I dropped my shorts freeing my aching cock. My balls were so tight they felt like they were laying next to my kidneys. My wife felt my cock slide across her tight buns, reached back and grabbed it. "Do me now, fuck me and make me do wicked things all week long. Fuck me hard. I want your cum in me, on me, in my mouth, all over me. Do me!"
She was very wet and felt like a hot silk glove as I pushed in to her cunt from behind, holding on to her around her waist just above her clit. I began to pump faster and as deep into her as I could. Soon we were almost slamming into each other. I felt the cum boil up and then gush out. Jet after jet of jism pumped into her cunt. I held on with one hand and frigged her clit with the other still pumping into her cunt.
She came with a rush, pulsing over my cock, stomach muscles quivering. It was one of our best fucks in years. After catching our breath, we entered the bedroom through the French doors.
We took a shower and soaped each other all over. I told my wife that she was the sexiest woman ever and that she gave me all the thrill I ever needed when she is exposed to strangers. We fell asleep on top of the sheets as I promised her a great day tomorrow reminding her that some lucky man would not only see her naked, but would get to touch her breasts. maybe even more.
"Just dare me, I'll do it for you," she said.
