Chapter 16

St. Martin was a tropical paradise in the fifties. The communists hadn’t seriously started their western hemisphere incursion quite as brutally as they did later in the sixties and the weather was fabulous.

When Edwina discovered that women walked the beaches topless she was utterly scandalized. The sight of the many and varied types of breasts made her so uncomfortable that we left the beach and spent the first afternoon shopping instead. We were celebrating her twenty-first, and I intended to make it as memorable as humanly possible, so every time Edwina saw something she liked, we bought it. By the time we headed back to the villa to dress for dinner, we had to hire a station wagon instead of a car to hold all the bags.

Our travel agent booked us a table for the first of a series of celebratory dinners at a converted warehouse on the waterfront. It was old and smelled like fish, but the food was as fantastic as the service and the dinner show. The rafters were bare and you could see nests where sea birds sat on eggs during the proper time of the year.

Edwina wasn’t nearly as surprised to see the native dancers wearing little more than loin cloths and no tops. When they twirled the diners got an eyeful of their hairless crotches. The men whooped it up and the women tried to act worldly and unaffected by it all. Edwina kept her thoughts to herself, but she did spend an inordinate amount of time holding Mr. Johnson under the tablecloth.

Edwina didn’t drink but as a way of celebrating her adulthood, she asked me to order something alcoholic that would taste good and give her a little buzz. I went to the bar and asked the bartender to mix up a light strawberry daiquiri and carried it to her. She took an exploratory sip and seemed to like it. Pretty soon she had swallowed it all and wanted a second. In the interest of full disclosure I must admit that had the bartender make every drink after her first a virgin Daiquiri. Edwina never caught on. With nothing to compare it to, she just went with the flow and enjoyed it all.

I paid handsomely to keep the table for the evening, so Edwina would get to enjoy the entire sideshow that was going on in the restaurant. Our wait staff was so thrilled to be tipped so generously and in advance that they went way overboard to please us. The only person I cared about being pleased was the birthday girl, and she glowed from all the attention.

At the close of the first show, the bandleader led the entire staff and dining room in a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday. Edwina blushed and bowed in appreciation to all those who participated in making her birthday special.

As our cab wended its way thru the front gate of our villa, Edwina cuddled up against me, placed my hand against her left breast and said, “Please take me upstairs to that huge bedroom and make a real women out of me ... Please???”

When the cab stopped at the front door, I carried Edwina up the stairs and gently set her in the middle of the super king sized bed. When she started to undress, I raised a single finger and said, “Hush ... I am in charge now. Just relax and let it happen.” Edwina shuddered when she saw how seriously I was taking her request.

To help set the mood, I lit several candles and a lantern, put soft music on the Victrola and then undressed her using only my teeth. Each time a bit of her soft smooth skin appeared, I kissed it, letting my tongue tease her to a higher pitch.

Edwina’s body was a mass of goose bumps by the time I had her panties between my teeth and started to pull them down. Finally fully naked, I used my mouth and fingers to take her to the stars. Her screams would have brought the local gendarmes on the run but there was no one to hear them. We were alone at the top of a mountain, looking out toward the ocean.

Edwina gurgled as her most explosive orgasm yet poured through her. I knew that it was time and gently slid Mr. Johnson home for the ultimate act in any relationship. Edwina’s hymen parted with barely a utterance from Edwina. She surged up to meet my first thrust, turning it from slow and gentle into hard and deep.

“Oh ... Michael ... I had no idea it would feel like this...” She purred, quivered, shook, cried and beat the sheets with her tiny fists as the sensations she had so long avoided, invaded her from head to toe.

It sounds like I am bragging when I say that my endurance was the stuff of legends, and I remained erect for as long as took to fully and completely satisfy Edwina. The truth is, Edwina was so primed to go off that it only took seconds to get her started, and she kept coming until she had no strength left. By then I had come twice without going soft and was working on staying hard until her strength gave out. Either way we slept long and hard, not awakening until well after eleven the next morning.

The rest of our fairy tale vacation went quickly after we made love. Edwina awoke complaining of a little stiffness, but said she was quite sore. There was exactly zero chance of getting laid in the next two nights, so we dedicated our days to sightseeing and playing tourist.

Now that she was a full-fledged woman, Edwina wasn’t nearly as offended by naked breasts on the beach. By the end of our second to last day in St. Martins, she slipped out of her bathing suit top and handed it to me for safekeeping. It looked as if she had spent her life on the islands when she strutted confidently across the sand and stretched out on her back to soak up some sun before heading home.

It was a funny thing about our trip. After Edwina stripped off her top and bared her firm, young breasts, I can’t remember noticing a single other woman for the rest of the afternoon. Her beauty, coupled with her devotion completely captivated me. If any of the beach goers had tried to flirt I wouldn’t have noticed. Edwina shoved all the rest right out of my head.

Our last night in the villa was longer than usual because Edwina had gotten a bit more sun than she was used to and did not want to go out for the evening. We spent hours lying across the big bed, naked and gently stroking each other until we came and came and came. I spurted so much that we had to take the sheet off and replace it, or sleep in a puddle. Edwina’s excretions were so copious that her side of the bed was just as damp and sticky.