Leaving on a Jetplane
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 16: Center Stage: Esther
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 16: Center Stage: Esther - Ian, the son of British immigrants, finds his life changed after a family tragedy and decides to make the best of his ambitions and dreams. And nothing gets you to new adventures as fast as your own airplane...
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Massage Oral Sex Nudism
We didn’t see much of Esther for the rest of the day or the day after. In fact the day after our little fun and games in the woods ended up being the first day since coming here that I didn’t end up having sex with her.
Sofia was of course very willing, in fact rather demandingly so, to fill the void. She had felt a little short-shifted with Esther taking up so much of my time.
The plans of her sister weren’t hard to guess as Esther had literally written them down on two blackboards in the reception area and the restaurant. Normally those blackboards had pithy comments on them, advertising a special drink of the day or some exotic food that was not usually on the restaurant’s menu, but they did now announce a big barbecue on the beach with a special strip show, also advising not to bring underage children.
The latter was purely for legal reasons I had to presume as the whole event was reserved for hotel guests and Esther only accepted bookings for people over the age of eighteen, due to the nature of her business model.
She seemed to take her performance extremely serious because, as already said, she was nowhere to be seen since we had come back from our excursion. Not that I was suffering from boredom. Wanting to make up for time she had lost, Sofia kept me rather busy and time flew.
When Sofia and I walked onto the beach for the big event the next day, two days after I had dared Esther to put on a show, we could tell she had taken this very serious. The whole day had been a flurry of activity with construction crews building up a stage with enough equipment to host a rock concert and surrounding the whole beach with high temporary bamboo walls against inquisitive eyes from outside.
The hotel and the beach were not exactly in the middle of town, but a good distance away from it, but Esther didn’t want to get into conflict with the law. The music could potentially attract curious onlookers. For good measure, the only entrance was guarded by two of her burly security people.
Sofia being Sofia, had actually considered to wear nothing at all, after all this was still a nude beach, but I had talked her out of it, not wanting her to steal Esther’s show. Grudgingly she had opted for some light beach wear, like all the other numerous women in attendance. Her outfit had all the opacity of a wet T-shirt though, so not much was left to the imagination.
Each of those numerous other women accompanied one of the business types currently residing in the hotel, although I saw at least two who were actually accompanied by another man. Esther’s establishment didn’t discriminate based on sexual orientation. What struck me though was how young many of the business people were. I had expected some dirty old farts having fun with a young woman, but in fact hardly any of them looked older than thirty.
That was of course very helpful with the general mood of the event. With people young enough to remember that you are supposed to do funny movements when the music is playing, there was a lot of dancing going on, but also a lot of eating. There was a whole pig slowly spinning over a fire and a large buffet where even a Klingon would still have found something to appreciate.
The music stopped for a bit and Esther entered the stage to address the crowd. Switching effortlessly between Hungarian, English and German, she welcomed everyone and explained that there was absolutely no dress code, but that everyone was kindly asked to take any more substantial action to the hotel rooms. Amusement spread around us when Sofia took that as a perfect excuse to remove the top half of her beach dress.
Esther just smiled at the antics of her sister and concluded her short speech by wishing us all a good time.
The party was in full swing. Quite a few of the women who accompanied the business folk had followed Sofia’s example as the party progressed and not too many were still fully dressed. About half a dozen were even completely naked by now which, completely unsurprisingly, included Sofia.
Not that it made her any less eager to dance. In fact, not very sporty me was starting to feel that I would probably be having some aching muscles the next day. I wasn’t doing any acrobatics or anything, but dancing on sand was more exhausting than I had thought.
About two hours after the party had gone into full swing, the music was faded out and some fanfare was blaring from the speakers. The lights on the stage went out, and when they came back on we saw Esther strike a pose that was a bit odd, almost defeated or hurt.
Some music started playing. I was sure I was young enough to know, but I didn’t. When it came to music, I could name every album of The Queen, and that was it. Everything else was unknown to me. What was obvious though, even to a complete agnostic like me, that it wasn’t an upbeat piece of music. It sounded melancholic, bordering on sad.
My breath went when I watched Esther dance. Yep, she had definitely been a gymnast, as that slow, oddly melancholic dance contained some seriously acrobatic elements. Not that I had seen any strip shows before, except the private ones that Ira or Sofia had put on for me in the privacy of our home, but I distinctly remembered they had usually used fast, upbeat music for it. Esther meanwhile seemed to try and fuse a ballet about a dying swan with the act of removing her clothing.
I didn’t seem to be the only one who was a bit confused. The whole crowd had gone eerily silent, but I could see that everyone’s eyes were glued to the stage, and that included the women. The lyrics of the song were not Hungarian, but I had heard Ira speak Russian and Ukranian often enough to tell it was a slavic language, but I had no idea which. It could have been anything from Polish, Czech to Serbian.
I felt how Sofia almost desperately clung to my arm and I realized she was shaking, tears running down her face. Looking back at the stage I realized something else. Esther was already half naked, in fact, except for a suspender belt and long black stockings, all her clothing had gone already. I had been so transfixed on her graceful, but somehow mysterious dance that I had sort of missed that she had also gotten naked in the process.
Her dance finished with Esther sinking to the ground with the dying notes of the music, completely naked, her back to the audience as she watched a paper plane disappear into the distance behind the stage. It hit me like the proverbial freight train. She had literally just danced the heartbreak she would feel in the moment I would leave again. That plane could not have been a coincidence. I could feel my own tears well up when I was rattled by sudden loud and hard drumbeats.
The lights on the stage started flashing so hard one could only hope there weren’t any people in the crowd suffering from epilepsy. The music started up, and now that was a properly upbeat piece of music. The light focused back on a completely naked Esther, still with her back to the audience and suddenly another paper plane was thrown from behind the stage and she gracefully jumped up to catch it.
And then she went wild! The music was hard and it was fast. Esther was moving as if she was dancing for her life, throwing in ever more daring acrobatic elements, all without any stitch of clothing on her. Her huge boobs were swinging about wildly and she gave it all. The crowd, having been confused by the sheer sadness of the first half of her display was now really getting into it. It was a sight to behold.
Esther being her true self had of course integrated some elements that provided less than modest views at her anatomy, and I could tell that some of the people in the audience were already plotting a direct approach vector to their respective hotel rooms. The second, more upbeat part of her display ended with a risky jump into a naked split. Esther stretched out her arms as if to hug someone, and I damn well understood who that someone was.