Fly Into Black
by Michael G. Crawford
Chapter Eleven
He stood in the breezeway, the shutters partway open, letting the cool air dry his naked body off. It felt so damn good, he wished he could stay like that for hours. But he had tarried too long in the shower, trying to calm his body down, as well as trying to get some relief from the heat. Edwards and Nellis had been warm, but the humidity here was killing him. He had spent some time at Carswell AFB, near Ft. Worth, Texas. But it certainly didn't match the tropics.
Sighing, he slowly sauntered back into his room, and went straight to the ice bucket. He ran an ice cube over his forehead, wincing at the cold, but enjoying the feeling left behind, not minding the wetness.
Sighing again, he flopped down on the bed and breathed slowly willing himself to relax. But the image of Jennie's body in the sun dress, and Betty's electric eyes, threatened to fire him up again. It had taken thirty minutes for the erection to subside, he didn't need a return visit just yet.
He jumped up trying to take his mind off the two women by concentrating on the routines of dressing. In a few minutes he looked at himself in the mirror, and with a grin, he unbuttoned several of his shirt buttons, allowing some of the soft hair on his chest show a little. Now that was certainly the South American look. He buttoned up one button, deciding not to be too flamboyant, and grined at himself again. Just like a damn teenager. What a gas. It was tough to look thirty at age 50. Such tough luck. He laughed outloud, and shifted the thin money belt under the waistband of his pants, and made sure it didn't show. It wouldn't due to advertise where and what he was carrying.
Locking the room, he leisurely walked about the lobby, before inquiring about a taxi. He kind of liked his hotel, but maybe the Conquistadore would be better. It certainly sounded more like a tourist hotel. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad. His experiences with the tourist industry after 25 years in the Air Force tended to dissuade him from making any judgements, though. One just never knew if they would be happy or sad. It usually came down to trying tourist traps out for yourself. For instance, a lot of people enjoyed the Monkey Bar in the Illakai Hotel in Honolulu, Hawaii. Others spoke of it with disdain as a real "trap". Deruse enjoyed the company, the shows, and yes even the drinks. Not too touristy for him.
He had the doorman signal over a cabbie, and bounced over to the Conquistadore in the old Chevy wagon, the driver chewing on tobacco, never speaking a word.
He wandered around taking in the establishment, realizing that the women had spent some pretty money on themselves for this trip. Not only was it a tourist hotel, it was a damned ritzy one. It combined the low cottage like appearance of the Maui Hilton, with the excellent furnishings of Hearst Castle. What a beatuiful place. Lots of water falls, pools, and fountains. Just gorgeous. There was a casual bar near the beach, a more formal one on the street side, complete with a disco. There were two dining rooms, again one in casual and the other in formal motifs. Quite nice, and quite out of Deruse's price range, despite the Air Force picking up the tab. After all, he was supposed to be an Air Force Colonel on vacation, not a god damned Navy Admiral.
As he thought on how this might affect the interesting plans of the two women, he took a seat in the casual dining room, being a little early for his date for lunch. He wasn't sure how it could be worked out, and was about to just get up and walk out, thus solving the problem easily, when he saw Jennie and Betty coming into the dining room. He gulped as he saw that the two women, shrewdly deciding that casual was the way to go, were now dressed in bathing wear. Their one piece suits were cut severely in the fashion of youth, giving onlookers a rush of flesh from the outer thighs to up above the waist. The suits narrowed down into almost non-existance material at the apex of the pubic triangle inspiring a question in Deruse's mind on how the women managed to shave...probably hair remover, he decided. In any case, in order to add some class to their arraignment, they each had chosen different color but equally transparent wraps which only served to heighten the effects of the suits. Deruse simply stared. He hadn't realized just how marvellously perfect their figures had been. Betty had the narrow hips of a model, but with ample bust to fill out the suit. Jennie of course had the chest of a prize winner, but also had the curvy hips which drew attention from everyone in the dining room. Needless to say, they both were knockouts.
Deruse scrapped his protection theory. Nothing would keep the wolves at bay from these two. It was puzzling though, why they were so interested in him. Either of these women could have their choice of men in Cozumel.
"Hi there" he managed to blurt out, trying not to stare but at the same time drink in their beauty. The women gushed with pleasure at his visible discomfort. Then Deruse had an inspiration. They didn't have very many beaches in Montana. These might be new suits.
"God I am stunned. You guys didn't tell me I would be fighting the wolves off of YOU. I thought you were going to be protecting ME. Seriously, you two look...well...like dynamite...models even. Are you? Models?"
They laughed together, while blushing, Deruse seeing that he had guessed right on that one. New suits, and delightfully proud of their bodies too. Great! Supported his MBA theory.
"No, but thank you!" said Jennie with obvious pride and thankfulness for the compliment. "We bought these in the hotel store here, the saleslady said we couldn't go to the beach without them. Do you think she was right" she asked, fishing for another compliment.
"Well, its hard to say" he began, a twinkle in his eye. "...it depends on whether you're into having a long line of guys stringing along behind you all the way there. No, I mean it. Check it out. There isn't a male in the house who doesn't agree."
The women glanced around self-conciously, their blushes remaining awhile longer. Eventually they overcame it though, their natural assertiveness quickly overcoming the initial shyness.
They ordered a light lunch, since obviously swimming was in the plans. After munching quietly for awhile, Betty finally broke the ice.
"Well what do you think of our hotel?"
Deruse hadn't decided how to put it yet, and as he hesitated to reply, Jennie spoke up instead.
"Now Deruse don't let us talk you into anything. Betty and I talked it over, and we think it was rotten of us to put you on the spot like we did. You are quite free to smile and say thank you, then go about your own vacation. We...I was being awfully forward at the airport, and I...we apologize. I mean, we are not so wanton as we might appear. We are just, well, excited about our trip, and were so happy to find someone so nice and...I guess so conveniently available. I mean, we just got off the plane and there you are..."
As she finished her little speech, her voice just kind of trickled away into silence as Deruse looked her in the eye. It was certain she was sincere, and when he looked over to Betty, her eyes were watery, almost as if she were going to cry. But as his eyes locked with hers, they fired up and again he felt the exchange of energy. They might both regret being "forward" if that was really the right term, but Betty was sure not too apologetic. On the contrary, she was hoping for far more than a wave goodbye.
"I have to admit I have had some second thoughts" and he noticed that the two women tried courageously to hide their disappointment at his beginning, "...but don't misunderstand me. It's not you two or even the majority of the circumstances. I just don't know if I'm up to joining TWO gorgeous women in such a fine place. For one thing, I really can't afford it, and another, I'm not really too keen on playing your big brother. And if I'm not playing big brother, then I'm not sure I know how to act..."
Jennie giggled a little at that and Betty answered, "Don't worry, we're sure you'll do just fine." Then with a huge smile, "You won't have to be our big brother. We have better intentions for you. We want you to ourselves. We surely won't need to find you a companion, cuz you're gonna have us. As far as affording this place, don't worry. Our 'room' is really a two bedroom suite, with a small dinette
area, and an adjoining smaller room through a connecting door. So really we have three bedrooms if we need them..." Deruse grinned at that remark, "and there is plenty of room. But if you want to be on your own, then just say so. We won't be hurt. A little disappointed, but not hurt. One last thing..." and she leaned over and lowered her voice, "...there is room enough for three people in the bathtub!"