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I spend the rest of the afternoon in my suite, watching TV shows from Fiji, New Zealand, Australia, and several Asian countries. The latter shows don't have subtitles, and I don't speak any of the languages in those series. I guess the owners of the resort thought guests would enjoy experiencing the cultures of this region of the world. I'm old and set in my ways, though, which means I'd rather be watching an American baseball game.
Being around all those nubile young people makes me feel like I'm a thousand years old.
I'm just getting into a New Zealand mystery show when the screen turns to snow. I wait a few minutes, but the picture doesn't come back. I wait a few more minutes, then give up and turn off the TV. I guess that was the universe's way of ordering me to go outside and get some fresh air.
After a brief walk, I decide to get a snack in the dining hall. But as I'm entering the lobby, I notice a sign that hadn't been there before. It's large and rectangular, and it sits on a metal easel. But it's what the sign says that catches my attention and makes me halt a few feet away from the easel. I stare at the words.
Masquerade party tomorrow night, the sign says.Body paint costumes only, choose your own mask. Party starts at 8pm.
What kind of costumes? I don't understand the sign, so I approach the front desk and ask the young woman who's posted there. Her name tag identifies her as Marley. I clear my throat. "Uh, what is a body paint costume?"
"Guests are naked all the time, so we can't have regular fancy dress. Holly had the idea of everyone wearing costumes made of body paint."
"I still don't understand. Body paint?"
Marley laughs, but it's not mockery. She seems to think my confusion is charming. "Your costume will be sprayed onto your body with special paint. It's edible."
"What is edible?"
"The body paint." She hands me a brochure. "This explains everything about the masquerade party. If you have any more questions, please ask Emilio. He and Holly set up the party and know all the details. We're bringing in an expert from Sydney to create the costumes."
I take the brochure. "Thanks, Marley."
While I make my way to the dining hall for that snack I'd wanted, I flip the brochure open and skim the information. It includes photos of people wearing body paint costumes, though a note underneath the pictures advises that these are examples photos only. The resort has never hosted a party like this one before. The body paint costumes run the gamut from a sprayed-on tuxedo to fantasy creatures. Some costumes cover the face.
Marley had said they're bringing in an expert to paint us all up. I can't deny I'm intrigued by the possibilities of body paint.
Edible paint? That intrigues me even more.
I bump into someone and mumble an apology, too absorbed by the possibilities of a body paint costume party to notice what's going on around me. Even while I'm in the dining hall, eating a slice of key lime pie, I keep reading and re-reading the brochure. Edible paint. I can't stop thinking about that. My mind conjures visions of Vanessa wearing a sprayed-on costume and a mask. I imagine walking up to her, dancing with her, whispering in her ear that I'd relish the chance to lick off all that paint.
My dick loves the idea.
But will Vanessa go for it? She claims she doesn't want to have sex with me ever again, but on that beach, she begged me to make her come. I know I've never been great at seducing women. Never had much call to do that. Everything with Vanessa had been easy, until the day it wasn't.
Will edible body paint change things between us? I'll find out tomorrow night.
Chapter Nine
Vanessa
I wake up in the morning feeling terrific. I slept well, so I must have recovered from the jet lag by now. But I had the strangest dreams all night long. Strangely hot dreams. In those fantasies, a mysterious man sneaked into my bed and made love to me in the most erotic ways, pushing me to climax after climax, and I kept begging for more, hungry to experience that man's body until we both collapsed. That wasn't the strange part of the dream. No, the weird part was the man's identity.
My dream lover was Craig.
That doesn't mean I want to get back together with him. Dreams aren't literal. So, my naughty fantasy probably just means that being on this island where everyone is naked all the time has affected me. I love it here on Heirani Motu. I've never felt freer or more alive than I do now. Over the years, I'd forgotten how to enjoy the sensual side of life.
I lie in bed for a while after waking up, just to enjoy the silky softness of the sheets and the tropical breeze that wafts into my room. I'd left the patio doors open. Why lock myself in overnight? I'm at a private resort. Maybe the breeze and the scent of the flowers on the patio caused my sensual dream last night. It couldn't have anything to do with Craig.
He wants me back. But even if I wanted to reconcile, we're too old to start over again.
I stretch my entire body and sigh. The sheets really are the softest I've ever felt. The sensation of that silk trailing over my skin makes me horny. Well, I'm a grown woman who knows how to take care of urges like that. I hop out of bed and saunter into the bathroom to switch on the multiple showerheads. Once the temperature is just right, I step into the stall and shut the glass door. Steam gathers around me. I turn my back to the wall and tip my head back to let the steamy water engulf me. As I comb my fingers through my hair, a memory of that dream slips into my mind.
Craig licking every inch of my body. Craig devouring my cream. Craig thrusting into me while he seals his mouth over mine for a deep kiss.
Oh, shit. Why can't I stop thinking about that damn dream? And why is it getting me so turned on? The fact that I'm aroused because of a dream that involved my ex-husband doesn't mean I want him back. But this once, strictly to eradicate my growing arousal, I give in and fantasize about Craig.
My fantasy begins casually, with Craig gliding his hands over my entire body, taking his time to explore every inch of me. While the water sluices over me, I close my eyes and run my hands over my skin in the same way Craig had done in my steamy dream.Mm, this feels so good.I cup my breasts and massage them, picturing him the entire time, even as I slide one hand down to my mound and push two fingers between my folds.
