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Nancy?s Story, Chapter 17

 
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Nancy?s Story, Chapter 17Chapter 17. A Wonderful DessertShe looked at me with her large brown eyes. A warm smile formed on her lips as she looked at us.?My English is not so good but I want to say to both of you that I love what happened last night.?She looked at me. ?When we had the pandemic and were locked up as prisoners, it was a crazy time. You left with Mother Nelida for a weekend and came home happy. It was near all weekends. I was left to felt sad. She is your mother. You are my mother. Now you are married and carry his c***d and will leave for another home. I will be left alone? I not like that. I want to be with both of you. I want it like is on this boat. Happy all the time. I want more of last night.?Whew, well, what did I expect??Sweetheart, did you think I was going to abandon you???Si.??Never. Chuck and I wanted to talk about the future with you. The pandemic ruined our country. It nearly ruined me. I will not let it ruin you.?Chuck added, ?It is not fair to make decisions for you, we want to make them with you.?I told her to go get dressed, we girls were going shopping. She hugged and kissed both of us, turned and left closing the door.I hugged Chuck recalling how he kept asking me what I planned to do. I had paralysis of analysis. I had created a business that did well for years before he economy tanked. Sofie showed an interest in taking it over. But, with incomes lowered and high inflation, women were not spending money on high end fashion. Chuck and I used to laugh about my being a stubborn person. He was correct, I was more than a mountain of stubbornness. I was more than an entire mountain range. The tectonic plate of stubbornness.?Get dressed.? You all need to get in gear. We are meeting for dinner.??What will you do while we are at marketing???I am thinking of getting a Fiji warrior tattoo and finding a war club to use in keeping you and the girls in line.??Well, good luck with that.??The tattoo? The club.??Jaja, keeping us in line.?He playfully slapped my ass, ?Hurry up.?I removed my net bikini bottom, ran a brush through my hair, slipped on a thong and put on a sundress. It was snugger in the bust than I recalled. And in the tummy. I put some lip gloss on, a dash of perfume, grabbed my fancy flip flops, and was done. Chuck just put a nice dressy shirt on over his lavalava and was ready. Men! The two us us were in the salon in less than 10 minutes. In another five, the rest of us were gathered.Suva is a typical British empire-designed city with impressive, wide boulevards and stately buildings constructed at a time the sun never set on the British Empire. The municipal market was filled with stalls offering all manner of local fruits and vegetables. Lori selected some that were ready for consumption and some that would be perfect a few days from then. It reminded me of my shopping back in BA. At my insistence, I paid for the purchase using money Chuck handed me for that purpose. We handed the bags to Jonathan and Mingo who would take it to the boat and stow it properly. We headed over to an area displaying chicken and pork laid out on ice. Lori and I found six nice chickens that were cut in half lengthwise. Purchased, they went in a bag with ice. The guys left us.We grabbed two taxis and headed to a modern mall to do what all women love, shop. I will not bore you with details. But, in light of my changing figure, I picked up a few things allowing room for future growth.It was nearing our dinner reservation time. We headed to the stately Grand Pacific Hotel which had been in operation for over 100 years. It sat overlooking the Suva harbor. I could imagine a nice vessel arriving long ago and well-placed passengers walking the short distance for a touch of land-based civility. Dinner was to be in the Prince Albert Restaurant, one of three in the hotel. Although I had on a nice sundress, I felt underdressed. Formal silverware, white linen napkins, fine china, waitstaff all professional. Wow. And the menu!The grilled scallops I ate were melt in your mouth tender and so delicious. I tasted Chuck?s rack of lamb, it also was a thrill for the palette. I never knew you could do so many things with coconut milk, it seemed many dishes used it as part of the ingredients. Our serving person was a sweet, shapely, and exotic-looking gal named Elizabeth. She paid a lot of attention to Chuck and me. I loved how she managed to touch me every time she was near me.I wanted her for dessert! With or without the cocoanut milk.As we finished dinner, Chuck told ?his women? they were spending the night in the hotel. He pulled out his olive drab ?Indiana Jones? bag and fished our room keys that he handed to Nelida, Gina, and her sisters. We said good bye to the others and were about to head to our rooms.?We will have a night cap in our room later. Go freshen up.? He told them our suite number. And he and I went to our room.I was horny. It was a usual thing with me. I thought we would have time for a quick romp before the girls arrived. Nooooo.?Honey, we need to talk. Ornella and especially Sofie needs to know what you want to do regarding them.?He was correct. The pandemic had messed up their education. Ornella was about to graduate. Her future in a failing Argentina was uncertain. Sofia still had a ways to go, about two years. The future of my boutique was in doubt especially since Argentina was struggling with issues of inflation, unemployment, repayment of international bank loans, etc. Chuck suggested liquidating it or packing it and opening a store in another location. Gina could go anywhere with a fresh beginning- Easy, she had not begun her college career.?What do you suggest???Ask them what they want. If it is within our means, we will make it happen.?I hugged him.?Why don?t you shower. After they leave, I will bathe you.? I had slipped out of my sundress and shucked my thong when I heard a knock at the door.?Do you want me to get it? It?s probably room service.? I thought about opening the door but decided against it.I went into the bathroom and closed the door to shower. Done, I wrapped myself in a soft terry cloth robe hanging on a rack and walked out to find a cart with glassware, ice, bottles of scotch, gin, rye, rum and whiskey. There were also bottles of soda and water. Chuck went to shower. I thought about joining him in the shower but opted for a glass of ice water and a twist of lemon.I had just sat down when Chuck walked out in a robe. He was freshly shaved too. He poured some bourbon in a glass, added some ice, then some Coca-Cola stirring it with his forefinger. The decor was nothing like we had in Argentina. The furniture?s design lines were graceful, almost delicate. The white cotton bedspread with a red contrasting coverlet was woven and sat equally white sheets. Our window looked out onto the harbor. The sun had set so white lights and blinking red and green lights were in all directions on the water with its surface acting like a mirror. The sunset had been a display of vibrant colors in reds, blues, oranges, and yellows- all set above the deep blue of the Pacific.A knock at the door caused Chuck to rise and go to open it. Four freshly-scrubbed females walked in wearing identical white terry robes. Chuck told them to fix themselves drinks which they did. Chuck freshened his and mine. He held his glass and toasted, ?Here is to the best thing on earth- family.?We were all sitting when he spoke slowly giving me time to translate. Basically, he said that his wife no longer desired to live in Argentina although he considered buying a home there. He had began construction on a home in Costa Rica that sat near the Pacific Ocean. It had three large bedrooms, a pool, and land on which he would build two 46 square meter casitas, small homes, that they could use. San Jose was around an hour away. So was the airport. Buses ran from the capital regularly. There were universities, businesses, and opportunities. No one had to decide their choice that night. I turned to Gina, ?. Gina, because of your age, you will be with us.? She hugged us saying with a huge smile, ?If it makes you happy.?Nelida spoke, ?I have too much family there to leave Buenos Aires forever.??We understand. We will welcome as often as you want to come and you can stay as long as you wish.?Sofia said nothing at first. She just came over and hugged and kissed both of us. ?My Never-Never Land for now?? she whispered.?For as long as you need.??If it is filled with nights like last one, it could be forever.?Ornella said she would sleep on it.We finished our drinks and the phone rang. Chuck answered it, ?Give us fifteen minutes.?Chuck and I hugged the girls and told them to have a restful night of sleep. He said to come down for breakfast at 8 sharp. It was a breakfast buffet they would long remember. They left. Nelida started to leave as well. He held her gently and said she might want to stay and enjoy dessert. I translated. She smiled as he closed the door. Moments later, there was a knock. A female voice, ?Room service.?He opened the door reveal a cart with a bowl of fresh strawberries, a bowl heaped with whipped cream, small plates, and forks. Pushing it was Elizabeth.She was tall with both Pacific and European features. She wore a knee-length dark dress with a white apron that suggested much but exposed nothing. She seemed to have hips and thighs like mine. Her waist was well-defined. But her breasts were impressive- much larger than Nelida?s. Her hair was back, long and wavy. Her skin was tanned, her brown eyes sparkled. Her lips were full and her smile, well it was bright with perfect teeth.?Will you stay and have a drink and dessert with us???Are you sure? It would be great. This was my last cart. I have to take the ticket back to the kitchen and clock out.? Her responses came in rapid fire style. She turned and exited.We engaged in small talk. Nelida said she was a beautiful young lady. Chuck agreed adding she was actually 27. I wondered how he knew that. Then, a soft knock at the door. It was Elizabeth, no apron, no name tag, her dress revealing ample cleavage the apron had concealed. He went to the small refrigerator opening it to remove a bottle of sparkling mos**to wine. He uncorked it and poured it into four fluted glasses. We talked, enjoyed the wine, strawberries, whipped cream and some small delicate cakes baked in the hotel?s bakery.We were asked to call her Liz as did her family and friends. Her mother was Swedish, her father was a Tongan businessman. Her mother had worked as a waitress at the Prince Albert when they met. She ended up in the hotel?s business office handling reservations because she spoke several languages.. Liz said she was their only c***d. I drank only one glass of the wine. If I drank more, I worried I would make an ass of myself. Chuck opened another bottle filling the glasses of Nelida and Liz. Her dress seam rose revealing what looked like the tops of stockings and she u*********sly unbuttoned her dress to reveal more firm breast tissue. Nelida asked if stockings were required as part of the uniform for waitresses. I translated. ?Not stockings exactly,? as she lifted her dress. ?Most wear pantyhose. I like the stockings. If I get a runner in a leg of pantyhose, I throw the pair away. If I get a runner in a stocking, I throw a stocking away. And, I think stockings are more elegant.?I said they are sexier and reached to stroke her leg upwards to her crotch. There was no resistance. I reached higher touching the skin above her stocking top. Her skin was smooth, the flesh muscular. And there was no resistance. The knuckles of my fingers pressed on her black panty covered pubic mound. She responded then!Her hand took mine and moved it to give me a better angle to touch her. She began unbuttoning her dress to reveal a black bra slip. It was designed to lift her breasts and push them together. It certainly did.Nelida and I removed our robes. It was then I realized Liz?s panties were worn over the garter strips fastened to her stockings. I reached up to pull her panties down and she lifted her butt up to assist me. Liz folded the sides of the bra portion to expose her breasts. They had that same tanned look that covered the rest of her body. Her nipples were like brown berries. I wanted her for myself. I think Nelida had the same thought based on my experiences during the pandemic.I kept thinking hard, ?Honey, take her mind off of Liz.? He moved behind Nelida and began kissing the side of her neck while stroking her breasts and sides. See, I am psychopathic! I meant telepathic, of course. Nelida rolled onto her back next to Liz. Chuck went down on Nelida as I went down on Liz. Liz asked me to stop which I did. She pulled the bra slip over head making her naked except for the garter belt and stockings. I resumed licking Liz as Chuck ate Nelida. Nelida played with Liz?s firm, full breast. Liz changed her breathing pattern. Her orgasm was approaching. I worked to hurry it alone.After I brought her to orgasm, I wanted her to do the same for me. So, I asked her if she liked eating pussy and getting a very animated positive response. We changed to a modified 69 position with both of us on our sides. I was too wrapped up in Liz to pay attention to what Chuck and Nelida were doing. She must have enjoyed it because it was one ?yes? after another. I wanted a string of strong yes comments myself. She was good, not a pillow queen. I was tongued, sucked, fingered, and, if a woman could do it to another, I was fucked.I had no idea how long we played. But it ended with three smiling women and a mind-reading man.Liz said she needed to go home as she had early morning plans. We hugged and kissed goodbye with her saying she would see us again. She left. Nelida put her robe on, picked up her key, and kissed us good night leaving Chuck and I alone. We walked over to the window and stood looking out at the ocean.?Was she as good a fuck as me??He just grinned.?Well, did she fuck you good tonight???Honey, I just gave her oral, that?s all.?I looked at him. ?Seriously? I hardly believe she let you get away with that.??Well, how many times did the two of you get each other off during the pandemic with no dick around??It was my turn to grin.We got in bed. I kissed him smelling and tasting Nelida?s pussy on his lips. I moved my face down to his crotch. There was no smell of sex!?See??I gave his cock a little bite.
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