When we go on vacation, Melly and I like to have fun. We let our hair down and don't care what anyone else thinks. This is the story of our vacation and all the fun we had in wonderful Key West.
A Genny Story... Key West
I am Genny.
Getting from Lansing, Michigan to Key West, Florida is no easy task. We
had to fly from Lansing to Detroit. Then from there to Atlanta, and then
on to Miami and then down to Key West. Not an easy day, but if you have
ever spent a long Michigan winter you would know it is worth it.
We were already exhausted when we got to Miami. We had eaten all the bad
food and drank all the coffee we could stand. The wait for our next
flight was about an hour so we just collapsed near the gate and waited. I
reached over to pat Melly's hand and she held on to it. I smiled over to
her and gave her a little wink.
About five minutes later two girls sat down across from us. They were
talking about the palm trees they could see out the window of the
terminal, and with the total lack of a tan between them, I figured that
they were snow country escapees too. One of the girls looked over to us
and noticed us holding hands. I was too tired to let go so I just sat
there. They talked back and forth and you couldn't miss the Canadian
accent. Finally one of the girls asked us if we were waiting for the
flight to Key West too. I nodded and Melly said, Yea, we will be glad to
finally get there. They asked where we were from and when we told them
they said they were from Toronto.
Melly and I had been there the summer before for the Pride Weekend so we
started talking about the little we knew about their town. We all
introduced or selves. They were Kathy and Miranda ("Call me Mir for
short"). Two brown haired brown eyed 5'4" 20 somethings, cute but nothing
I thought we would be interested in. Kathy nodded to our hand holding and
asked, "You two together?"
I answered, "Yes. You?"
Mir chirped up, "Well we are together. We are like sharing a room and
everything, but we are not exclusive at all. We are here to have some fun
this week."
They both had big expectant smiles on their faces and I was thinking,
"Now that was one strange introduction."
Melly kind of laughed and said, "Well from what we hear this is the place
for it."
Kathy smiled and asked where we were staying. I told then it was a B&B
Called Eaton House and they said they were staying at Pearl's Rainbow
Hotel.
I had heard of Pearl's. I had looked it up when we were looking for spots
to stay. It is a very nice all women's hotel. If they would of had room
when we were booking I would of liked to have stayed there.
We chatted for a few more minutes and then they started to board our
plane. The two Canadians were sitting way in the back and we were about
half way. Other than saying hi when I went back to use the toilet we
didn't talk again until we were waiting for our luggage.
Kathy asked if they could call us to go out one night while we were all
there. I said sure, we were at the Eaton. Kathy wrote it down and we
headed out to get our cab. We had told the woman that owns the B&B that
we would be coming in late so she left us a key in an envelope on the
porch (Very laid back there). Out intention was to go to bed and get an
early start in the morning. The B&B was al quiet as we took our bags up to our room and opened the doors that went out on the second floor balcony and sat out there for a little while
enjoying the warm night. We were less than a block from Duvall street
which is the main drag of the Island, and we could hear music coming from
the Hard Rock just around the corner. We decided we should go out for a
little and unpack in the morning. We just walked up and down Duvall
watching all the people having a good time. We stopped in a bar that had
live music and listened for a while. Then we found a place that was still
serving food to get something to eat. We could tell we were going to like
the place.
We did get to bed about 1. I woke up the next morning around 8 and went
into the bathroom. The B&B is an old mansion that was built by the
Islands first doctor (Dr. Eaton). There are four rental rooms on the
second floor. Our bathroom had a door that led to our room and a second
door that led to someone else's room but it was locked so only we could
use it. I sat down half asleep and started to pee. Then I started to hear
someone in the next room making love. I could hear the thump thump thump
of the bed and I could hear her moaning while he was whispering something
to her. I sat real quiet trying to make out what they were saying. There
was an old fashion key hole that I could look thru but could only see the
wall on the other side of the room. It made me feel naughty to listen to
them. I hadn't done that since my roomie in college brought guys home to
fuck. They were trying to keep it quiet, but a few moans and a few
whispered "I love yous" came through. After a couple minutes the pace was
picking up, she was getting louder, and I had slipped my hand down and
was touching myself while trying to picture them. I heard her give a
little squeal and then he started moaning too. All I could hear were oos
and ahhs for a minute and then they calmed down. I smiled thinking how
nice a morning fuck would be, and then went back into our room and walked
over to the balcony. There were french doors that were between our room
and the private balcony outside. When I opened them, the Florida sunshine
washed over our little room. There was no one on the street so I felt
safe standing there looking down in just my undies.
I heard Melly stir (probably from the strong light coming in the open
door) As I came back in the room I pulled my panties and tee shit off
and climbed back into bed to cuddled up to my baby. We spooned for a
while and then I slipped my hand down between her legs and started to
gently rub her on the outside of her panties. She stretched out like a
cat wanting to get petted. I started whispering to her and telling her I
wanted her. She rolled over to face me and her black hair covered her
eyes. I brushed it out of her face and kissed her. She smiled and asked,
"Is this our start the vacation fuck?"
I am sure we both had morning mouth, but I just didn't care. I kissed her
mouth and then nudged my tongue in past her lips. I moved down kissing
her jaw and then down her neck. She was wearing just a tee and her
panties so as I kissed across her breast I could see a nipple standing
out against the thin material. I captured it in my mouth and pinched it
gently between my lips. Melly gave me a nice little moan and I felt her
hands in my hair pressing me harder against her chest. I took more of her
tee covered tit in my mouth and let my teeth tease it a little. While I
was doing that I let my hand slide down and start to tug her panties down
her legs. She raised her butt up to help and then I slowly slid
them down. I traced my finger nails up her leg slowly and felt her shiver
from it. I brushed my finger tips across her lips and could feel that she
was already a little wet.
I had helped her trim her pussy before we left, and had it in just a
short thin mohawk that started a bit above her lips and went up about an
inch, stopping just below the top of her bathing suit. In a month her
suit would be showing off her tan lines, but right then her bottom had
it's winter pale and her black hair was vibrant in it's contrast.
I sat up and straddled her left leg. I let my pussy press against her
knee, and as I pressed against it she pushed it up harder against me. I
looked down at her and our eyes met. We were both smiling and enjoying
our selves. As I masturbated against her leg I started to rub the tips of
my fingers against her mound and lower. It was starting to feel real good
for us both when I moved up on her leg. I took her right leg and raised
it up in the air. I kissed the back of her knee as I brought it up to
rest on my left shoulder. I scooted up some more until our pussies met.
Melly's eyes got bigger and her smile got brighter. I moved slightly
until we were in the perfect position with our pussy lips pressed against
each others in a soft wet kiss. I slowly started to hump, my sex against
hers, and could feel us both start to juice up and it felt very nice
slipping and sliding against her.
I had closed my eyes and leaned my head back concentrating on what I was
feeling, when Melly whispered, "Look at me I want to see your face." I
opened them again and we locked on to each other. I pressed the side of
my face against the side of her leg and pushed my self up harder against
her.
Melly's right hand came out and took my left nipple between her fingers.
She pinched it gently and when she got the moan she was looking for she
pinched harder. My right hand slid across her belly and was doing the
same thing to her sweet nipple but just not as hard. My left hand slipped
down around her hip and I pulled us both tighter against each other.
I was working my hips in a lude fucking motion and we both started to
moan a little louder. The couple in the other room came to mind and I was
hoping that we were making just enough noise for them to hear us. Melly
started to whisper dirty things and call me nasty names. A sure sign she
is getting close. Her eyes started to flutter and I said, "Keep looking
at me. I want to see you when you cum." Her eyes were right on me and she
started to chant, "Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck."
We were both holding on tight and our little pussies were slipping and
sliding against the others like we were trying to make fire. Her eyes got
big and her mouth opened up like she was going to scream. I didn't know
if the whole block was about to wake up or what, but she just let out a
little "eeeeee" as her body started to shake and quiver. Her grip on my
nipple never let up and I was right behind her. I let out a deep growl
and felt my cum wash over me. My whole body was shaking and if I wasn't
already kneeling over her I am sure I would of fallen down. I hung on to
her leg like a life line as I spasmed once and then an entire second time
as Melly coaxed me on.
By the time we quit shaking we were both covered in a fine sheen of
sweat. I let go of her leg and eased my self down on top of her. We were
both panting and trying to catch our breath. Melly was the first one to
talk and all she could say was, "I won't ask you where you learned that
little trick, but I did like it. Before we leave here we will have to try
it again but with you down here and me on top". I just chuckled and said,
"Yes Dear."
We showered, slipped on shorts and tees and went downstairs for
breakfast. When we walked in the dining room we were met by a woman in
her early forties. She introduced herself as Carla, the owner and guessed
who we must be. We introduced ourselves as well and said that we had
found the key just as she had said and loved our little room.
There was one big long table for all the guests to eat at. The only
others there right then was a family from Ohio. A mom and dad and three
kids. Two girls that looked about 11 and 12 and a 15 year old boy that
couldn't seem to avert his eyes from my tits. Our hostess said that there
were two honeymoon couples also staying but they had already gotten up
and were gone. I was hoping to get a look at the lusty twosome that I had
heard earlier.
Conversation around the breakfast table was mostly about what there was
to do in the area. The family was planning a day at the beech and then a
dinner cruise out on a sail boat to watch the sun set. Melly had seen
some people last night running around on motor scooters and asked about
them. Carla told us the best place to rent them and by about 9:30 we
were out on the street.
We found the place that rented the motor scooters and we picked out a
little red one. They gave us each helmets, and Melly got the quick
driving class from a guy that had been bored giving it 5,000 times ago.
It was fun zipping around town on it. We drove up and down Duvall street
getting our bearings. We went down to the pier where all the tourist
ships dock and looked at the trinkets for sail there. I had seen a sign
advertising the home of Papa Hemingway, and the english major in me just
had to go see it. Melly was a little bored but I enjoyed seeing where he
and all his cats lived. The cats are still there, living the good life
letting the tourists take their pictures.
We ended up at a small beech right next to the sign marking the most
southern point of The USA. There was a hotel bar right next to the sand
so we were happy. I found some shade and Melly greased up for some
serious sun worship. I read my book and could almost hear Melly sizzle in
the sun. About once an hour we would get up and take a dip in the ocean.
We could get far out enough so that no one would notice a little fooling
around. We were face to face with Melly standing and my legs wrapped
around her hips. She was holding me and I was floating. I undid her top
and it was just floating around her neck giving me her tits to play with.
In about two minutes flat I had the nipples standing tall and wanting to
play. Melly's hands were on my ass and she snuck her fingers under my
suit and started to tease the lips of my pussy. We would stay out there
for about 15 minutes playing kissy feely and then we would cover up and
come back up on the sand. I didn't see any other female couples but there
were more than a few gay guy couples so we didn't stand out so much.
We packed up and were heading back to drop off the motor scooter when we
passed another place that rented real motorcycles. With out saying any
thing to me Melly turned into the place and parked out little scooter. I
know that Melly has always had a fantasy about biker chicks. When ever we
see a girl riding a big bike she has a hard time taking her eyes off of
her. My baby gets wet for the chicks wearing leather. Melly talked to the
guy and set it up so we would return our little scooter and the next day
come back to him and rent a real bike.
After a shower and dinner we walked the length of Duvall Street again
looking at the shops and the people on the street. There was a tattoo
shop that was advertising Henti Tats (the kind that are not permanent). I
was looking threw the window when Melly asked me what I was doing. I told
her I was thinking about getting some ink. She laughed and said she
didn't think I would do it. She was right but I wanted to go in and look
around any way. The place was as seedy as you would expect it to be.
There was a bald headed guy that had tats all over himself sitting behind
the counter. I told him I wanted to look at some Henti type tattoos and
he pulled out a big book and said he could do anything that I seen in
there. It only took me a few pages to find what I wanted. I pointed at it
and told Melly, "There it is, that's the one I want. If I am going to
ride like a biker bitch, then I want to look like a biker bitch".
Melly just laughed when she seen it. It was a big black snake. It was
partially coiled with the head and the tail curled out of the coil. It
was very big and I knew just where I wanted it. I asked the guy how long
they would last and he said anywhere from a week to two.
It took over an hour to get it on me. I had the coil right on my right
shoulder with the head snaking across my shoulder and half way up my
neck. The tail went down my right arm ending just short of my elbow. It
was ghastly. All black and white with just a bit of red for the eye and
the tongue.
Side note on this: When my mother seen it she burst into tears before I
could tell her it was only temporary. I am a bad daughter.
As we walked back to our room every one we passed stared at it. I became
the biggest freak on the street. The next morning when we came down for
breakfast, Carla spotted it first and said, "My God girl, I hope that is
a Henti and not a real one." I turned three shades of red when everyone
turned to look, but I quickly assured them it was only a temp and that I
had just gotten it as a joke.
We planned to pick up the motor cycle and then drive up the road that led
to Miami and connected all the little islands that make up the Keys. We
wore our bathing suits under our shorts. I put my top in a small bag
because I wanted to wear my wife beater tee with my new tattoo. The bike
was a big red one. Melly was all excited when she seen it. She had to
take another test ride with the instructor before they would let her take
it. While she went around in circles in the parking lot I went next door
to look at tee-shirts and touristy junk. I found the perfect tee for
Melly. It was black and in white letters on the front it said "Well
Bitch... It ain't going to lick it's self". With an arrow pointing down
to her crotch. I took it down and held it up to myself just to look in
the mirror and people were giving me strange looks.
After a few minutes Melly came in and I showed her the tee. She laughed
but she said she wouldn't buy it and she would never wear it. I called
her chicken hoping she might change her mind, but no.
We packed up our stuff and were off. The little scooter we had the day
before made a noise like "EEEEEEEEE". This one was more like VROOM, and I
could feel the vibrations through my whole body, but mostly in my
bottom. Now I understand why those girls will put up with the bugs in
their teeth to ride. This was going to be fun.
Before we took it out on the main road we puttered around town to get the
feel of it. Melly took off her tee and was just wearing her bathing suit
top and her shorts. I had on shorts and just my little tee. I can tell
you that we turned quite a few heads in a town where they are used to
just about everything. When ever we went down an empty street I would
move my hands from Melly's waist to hold her tits. She kept saying, "Stop
that" but she was saying it while she was laughing so I pretty much
ignored her. A few people caught me before I could move them back.
After we felt safe on the bike we headed to the highway and the drive
north. It takes about 6 miles until you are out of Key West and the
island north of it. Once that is done the road winds across low bridges
with the Atlantic on one side and the Gulf of Mexico on the other. It is
really pretty and seeing it from the back of the bike was great. The more
we drove the more we both got comfortable on it. At first I would put my
hands up on Melly's tits when ever there was no cars coming. Then after a
while I just left my right hand on her right tit because cars passing us
on the left were going by so fast that they probably couldn't se it any
way.
We had seen lots of water but it was about 30 miles out before we seen
the first real place we could pull over and enjoy it. There is a state
park on Bahia Key. We almost passed it up but Melly finally seen the sign
and pulled in. This was a Tuesday so there was almost no one there. We
noticed two cars in the parking lot and one of them had an empty boat
trailer attached to it so we guessed that they were probably out on the
water. Melly found some hard ground to park the bike (didn't want it to
fall over in the sand, we would be walking back), and we grabbed our
little everything bag and walked the trail down to the beech. The entire
island is only about a quarter mile long and the atlantic side is all
park beech. We spotted the owner of the second car way down to the north
end so we turned and walked the sand to the south end.