Jack and I crashed out in the room before we'd even unpacked. It had been a long flight to Bali, not to mention the seemingly endless bus ride to the hotel. We didn't surface until early evening, local time, and it was later still by the time we got ourselves together and down to the bar. We swooped thirstily on our beers, finished in a matter of seconds. 'Needed that!' said Jack. We ordered another and took them to a table. 'So, what should we do tonight?' I mused, sipping more sedately now. 'Just kinda not much?'
We grinned at each other, savouring the 'start of holiday' feeling. We'd been looking forward to this trip for ages, my best friend and I: two weeks in the tropical sun between graduating college and starting the grind of job-hunting back home in Boston. The place became busier as the night progressed, Jack and I getting pleasantly sozzled as the beers kept flowing. 'Bound to be, ' I replied to Jack's wondering (for the umpteenth time) about whether there'd be much by way of 'pussy' around here. God, the guy was obsessed. 'Fucking hope so!' he said.
'Relax, man. Like I told you, this place is... ' But Jack wasn't listening. 'Oh my word. Speak of the devil, ' he whispered, eyes keening over my shoulder. I swung round to check on the attraction. A lush brunette had entered the establishment. The girl was a distance away but I could make out the essentials of pretty face and knockout body in a short, slinky dress. She was sashaying across the room in that way hot girls do when they know they're hot. With a mighty effort I dragged my eyes back to Jack. 'See, there you go.'
'She is smokin', ' said Jack, leering. 'Oh fuck, she's gonna sit at the bar!'
'What, on her own?'
'Looks like it.'
I grinned at him. 'So, that's me sorted. What are you gonna do?'
'Piss off, Mark.'
I shrugged and tried to get back into our conversation, but I soon gave up; Jack was constantly ogling the hottie who, from my position, I couldn't see without craning and being too obvious. 'OK, let's both stare, ' I finally announced, exasperated, and I adjusted my chair accordingly. 'Don't, man. She'll know we're lusting, ' Jack protested.
'Yeah, right. As if she doesn't know half the guys here are doing that.'
Because the girl was most definitely a looker and, judging by her expression and body language, she seemed to be relishing the torrent of male attention coming her way. 'I think she's up for it, ' I said.
'Yep, I reckon.'
I figured it was only a matter of time before she got hit on and so, fuelled by the booze, I made a move. I jumped up and, leaving Jack open-mouthed, I made towards the bar. But too late; she'd finished her drink and was up and away before I got even halfway over there. I was left looking slightly foolish as I turned and rejoined Jack at the table. 'Can't win em all, ' he chuckled and I grinned ruefully.
The following afternoon, pursuing a lazy day of sun-sea-sand, Jack and I were hanging out in one of the resort's beach bars. It was quite crowded and we were having to share a table, the two of us plus this girl who was munching her way avidly through a burger of some sort. 'Good?' said Jack, when she'd finished, flashing his best grin despite the girl being nothing to write home about.
The girl smiled bashfully, probably unaccustomed to guys chatting her up. She wasn't a horror show or anything but was certainly no oil painting; rather plain, in truth, and with a figure that, although camouflaged by the loose kaftan affair she was wearing, was discernibly ... well let's just say she could do with going easy on the burgers. 'What's your name?' I asked her. 'It's Cynthia, ' she replied, accent sufficiently Australian to leave little doubt where she was from. 'Lovely name, ' I said, triggering a blush from her and a kick under the table from Jack. 'Yeah, lovely name, ' he echoed.
We introduced ourselves and the three of us got chatting. Cynthia seemed a nice girl and she talked away quite merrily once she'd loosened up. Turned out she was on holiday with her friend, Alice. They'd been there a week and were staying at the same hotel as us. 'So, where's Alice now?' I enquired.
'She's gone for a swim ... said it's too hot to eat.'
'Have to agree with her there, ' said Jack, sipping at his beer. 'Still, this is what... '
At which point he lost his thread because he'd spotted the honey from last night. So had I. There she was, walking up the beach, wearing a black bikini and looking good enough to raise the dead.
The view only got better as she got closer. The bikini was hardly there at all, covered the essentials and absolutely nothing else, it left no doubt whatsoever that this girl was blessed with a magnificent body. She was a wet dream. Guys had their tongues out as she passed by. My eyes zeroed in on the sliver of material across her undulating hips. You could almost see the goods between her legs. What you could see down there – an exquisite expanse of flat and smoothly waxed lower belly – was thrilling enough.
But what happened next was more than thrilling. The babe kept on coming towards us until, a few gob-smacking moments later, she was stood right by our table, shades pushed to the top of her head, gazing down at me and Jack with an insinuating smile.
'Gee, Cyn, I leave you alone for one second and you're hooked up with two hunky men!'
The voice, a little throaty with a playfully seductive lilt, didn't disappoint. Clearly Australian too, but the accent less prominent than her friend's. 'Oh, hi, Alice, ' said Cynthia, quickly. 'This is Jack and Mark.' The delectable Alice was looking quietly amused, but if she recognised us from last night she wasn't letting on. 'Hi there, Alice, ' we chorused, standing up clumsily and offering hands. Being described as 'hunky' by a dynamite chick like this had instantly dispelled our mid-afternoon torpor. Alice pulled a chair and joined us.
It was hard to know quite how to play things; Jack and I both had the hots for the babe, obviously, however there was the sadly unfanciable friend to deal with too. The upshot was that both of us ended up flirting with both of them. It felt a little awkward to me but the girls seemed happy enough. There was one slightly sticky interlude when Alice, complimented by Jack on her tan, smiled and said 'Thanks. I just love the sun! Poor Cyn has to be careful, though. You burn up, don't you, Hun? Go all lobster, ' and the resulting attention on her less than flattering colour ('lobster' was about right) clearly embarrassed Cynthia; but other than that, things flowed reasonably smoothly as we got to know each other. The girls were a couple of years younger than us. They were friends through high school and now shared a flat in Melbourne. Cynthia was in her first job, a secretary, whilst Alice had just finished her fresher year at one of the more prestigious universities. 'Ah, so the beauty has the brains too. That is so not fair!' I thought (but didn't say). We managed to ascertain that neither girl currently had a boyfriend. Unsurprising in Cynthia's case, frankly, although her friend looked the sort who'd have a string of them. Perhaps she did but wasn't saying. OK, well good news for us either way.
Throughout the encounter ran the challenge of not leching too overtly at Alice, a challenge made all the more considerable by the miniscule bikini top she was (almost) wearing. The straps were prone to sliding over her shoulders and her attempts to push them back in place weren't particularly effectual. After a while she seemed to forget about it and her top settled into an excruciating position, balanced precariously on the lower slopes of her jutting breasts. Depending on the angle I could glimpse a hint of nipple, occasionally more than a hint. Oh god. It was tough not to stare. Sun-glasses would have eased the predicament somewhat but we'd removed them in the shade of the bar and it would have looked odd to put them back on.
Jack was struggling as much as I was, needless to say, but we did OK. Sure, we were snatching an eyeful periodically, and I'm sure Alice sensed it, however it was nothing too crude or blatant and she didn't seem to mind. Whatever, our modus operandi worked, because by the time we reached the 'OK, see you later, ' phase of the conversation we'd agreed to do precisely that; the four of us were meeting up in the hotel bar at nine o'clock.
When we rose to exchange bye-for-nows Alice appeared strangely taller than she had before. On closer examination I realised it was an optical illusion; she hadn't actually elongated while talking to us (she was still of medium height, around five six or so), it was that Cynthia was rather 'vertically challenged', barely five foot, maybe even less. At six foot plus, Jack and I towered over her.
Alice turned briefly and waved as she strolled away; she had a sly smile on her face, a smile that said 'Yeah, I know how utterly glorious my ass looks in this bikini, and I know both you horny boys are checking it out.' Correct on both counts. Immediately following her wave she put an extra little wiggle into her walk and, although there were numerous guys watching her and drooling, it was clearly for our benefit. Jack grunted something obscene and announced he had a 'mother' of a hard-on. 'Me too, mate, ' I grinned, eyes following the two Aussie girls as they receded down the beach: the bronzed, bikini-clad babe and, waddling alongside, the short dumpy friend in a smock. 'Houston, we have a problem, ' chuckled Jack, giving voice to what we were both thinking. 'Talk about beauty and the beast!'
'Yeah, well, let's talk about it later, ' I told him, needing to gather my thoughts.
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