We got to the restaurant just a minute or two before them, and they seemed happy to see us. I think they had had a chance to process meeting us for breakfast and decided that we were certainly harmless and possibly more fun than eating alone. We joked that we were worrying about them standing us up, and Ken volunteered that Olivia had spent quite a bit of time talking about us this afternoon. Olivia looked at him sharply as if to say, “Shut up!”, but then laughed and said, “Meeting new people is part of the fun of being on vacation.”
We sat opposite them, with Olivia across from me and Jennifer across from Ken. That was roughly in line with the flow of conversation although much of the talk was really the four of us. Jennifer and Ken wound up steering the conversation towards medicine and keeping up the lion’s share of the talking. Ken was definitely taken by Jennifer’s simple, happy charm. While Olivia was easy to warm up to due to her having remarkably good looks and confident charm, I was starting to also think Ken was pretty great. He was easy to talk with, and wasn’t shy about admiring Jennifer’s shapely breasts. We had a lot in common.
Dinner was light and sped by thanks to the pleasant conversation with our new friends. After a couple of glasses of wine each, we were feeling even better than when we started. Olivia suggested we let someone else have the table, and instead grab the hot tub before it got too busy. Olivia was not only gorgeous, but she could read my mind.
I think that Jennifer might have been a little more apprehensive if I had suggested jumping in the hot tub with them so fast, but with Olivia asking, it seemed more like a girls’ night out. That would have been great by itself, but the dynamic was very slowly evolving to be her and Ken hanging out, with Olivia and me tagging along – and I considered that even better. Jennifer was feeling more comfortable talking with both of them about a wide variety of subjects, while Olivia and I spoke less but seemed to be getting along well. In a world of people who are increasingly growing more isolated, she wasn’t afraid to make eye contact and smile when I made some pretty mediocre attempts to be charming. I’m really not a star with the ladies, but I think she at least appreciated that I was incompetent but genuine.
Jennifer and I went back to the room to change. I’m a guy, so I took off my clothes, put on my trunks and was ready to go before Jennifer had really gotten started. Jennifer was still trying to get the tags off of her suit, so I volunteered to help with that so that she could get undressed. (Hey, what can I say, I’m a nice guy.)
After she got undressed she was standing there holding the suit, straightening out the pieces before she put them on. And I was just sitting there looking at her naked, holding the suit and thinking, “Oh man. She’s going to put that into that. That’s going to be so fucking hot.” And let me tell you, I was right. She stood by the mirror to look at herself, and you could almost hear the gears clicking in her head where she was trying to find some way to complain about it. But it was impossible. Eventually, she just cracked a little smile and came over to put on her sandals.