A new life (closed for kingcorto)

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane de Rooy stood in front of the bathroom mirror in their holiday apartment and studied herself. There was no escaping it. In the right light, the dress she was wearing was almost see through.

Her husband Roland had bought the dress for her in anticipation of their holiday. He liked to see her in revealing outfits but this was more revealing than most.

“What the hell,” Jane thought. It was their last night at the Jamaican couples only resort and the great thing about being on holiday was that you were thousands of miles from anyone who knew you. Besides, Jane had a good figure and never been shy about showing it off.

She came out of the bathroom and presented herself to Roland who was on the balcony sipping a beer.

“How do I look?” she asked, already knowing the effect she was likely to have on him.

She let Roland take a few photos. He liked to do that but on the instruction that, this time, he couldn’t post any of them on social media. Neither of them could afford the negative scrutiny, her being an account manager for one of the big accountancy firms in Amsterdam and him a software project leader for a bank.

When they left the apartment and walked the short distance to the al fresco buffet the temperature was warm but not hot with just a hint of a breeze. Jane held her husband’s arm and gave it a squeeze. It had been a good holiday and she’d miss Jamaica.

The resort had several restaurants but Roland and Jane had gravitated to the al fresco buffet during their holiday. They preferred it to the air condition eateries indoors and each night at seven thirty it also had a cabaret. The cabaret was popular but if you arrived too late you ended up at a table to the back.

Sadly, that evening they had misjudged things and all the tables at the front were taken. Jane was disappointed but just as they moved away they heard their names being called.

“Roland, Jane. Over here!”

Claudio and Pablo were were two gay Italian men who they’d met earlier in the week. They’d been on a few excursions together and eaten out a couple of times. They were great company and being both Italian and gay they were always impeccably turned out. Claudio was a good looking architect while Paolo who was a few years younger was a model with chiselled features and perfect skin.

“Last night,” Claudio announced gravely.

“Sadly,” Jane replied

“Then we should party like it’s nineteen ninety nine,” he laughed raising his glass.

 

[KingCorto]

A tingle shot through Roland de Rooy as his wife posed in front of him in the new dress that he had bought her for the trip. He had been suspecting that she was saving it for their last night. And there she was in it – it felt nice to know someone as well as he knew his Jane.

He smiled affectionately at her, "Wow,” he said, and inside his head he added “that’s very, very see through! Maybe more than anticipated!” But it was holiday, far from home and full of strangers that they would never meet again. If Jane was up for it, so was he, Roland decided.

“Hold on!” he held out a hand to her, to indicate suspending her posture, and brought his phone out. Roland had a very expensive photography phone, and he considered himself quite a master of amateur Instagram photo art. Jane knew what was coming, and indulging him as per usual, this time only setting the ground rule of the photos remaining on the phone. Roland understood that. Her almost out-of-line dress, the nice room in which they had spent some wonderful moments this week, the breeze outside, the vegetation, the light from the sun, it was all different from home, this was a private space non-existent in their normal lives. It was something he was perfectly fine to keep their own.

Maybe we’re even different people here, he mused to himself, sometimes it felt like that, she would not go to the restaurant down the street back home in that dress, for example. Jane was daring more than most on a regular day for sure, but not that daring. Focusing back on his wife, his chain of thoughts having taken but milliseconds, he looked at her through the lens on the screen with a concentrated face, “Pose, honey!”, he smiled at her playfully, focusing the camera at her standing by the window. He got three shots in quick succession, on all of which she turned out looking striking. It’s very easy for Jane to look striking, he thought, because my wife is striking. To her he said, “You look striking, darling, I’m proud to have such a striking wife.”

Walking a gallant and appropriate step behind and to the side of his wife as they made their way to the al fresco buffet that had soon become their favourite eatery and entertainment venue over the last few evenings, Roland was uncertain about whether men were paying Jane more attention than normal, or if he was just imagining it. He was certainly paying more attention. Sometimes, when the string lights crisscrossing above them fell on her behind and she swayed a certain way, he could easily see her partition all the way from her thighs, and curving to her lower back. Roland swallowed to moist his mouth. He could use another beer. He was used to men looking at her, she was in reality a bomb shell, he was a very lucky man, and she was a dresser to top it off, keeping herself neat and clean. Tonight he felt a tingle of protectiveness, albeit only a tingle, when feeling deep down he was still enjoying it, maybe more so than he had expected.

Roland didn’t have time to reflect more on that as they entered the place. Unfortunately, they were too late for the prime cabaret seats. They’d seen it from up front a couple of times already, though, and however much he enjoyed the decadent and continental feel of the almost art nouveau atmosphere, paired with the playful colours and sounds of a carefree Caribbean spirit, Roland felt it was maybe just as well, considering what the stage lights would have done to Jane’s outfit if they had been all the covered in them, as the first tables often were.

That’s when Claudio and Pablo had called them over, the gay Italian couple that they had had a lot of fun with this week. It was just the jolly comfort Roland needed.

“Then we should party like it’s nineteen ninety-nine,” Claudio laughed, toasting them all.

Roland laughed back, “In nineteen ninety-nine I danced the nights away at nightclubs. I can’t say I’ve seen one around here, but I may be mistaking?”

Roland thought about the darkness of nightclubs, and dancing, and then how a strobe light would showcase his wife, if she’d wind up twirling around in one later on. For now, though, he was getting hungry.

“What were you guys planning?” Roland said, looking at Claudio and Paulo, then at Jane, “We want to get dinner, right? I’m hungry, and guessing you are too. Do you want to eat here still, or should we move onto somewhere else?”

 

[Biker_Faerie]

What were you guys planning?” Roland said, looking at Claudio and Paulo, then at Jane, “We want to get dinner, right? I’m hungry, and guessing you are too. Do you want to eat here still, or should we move onto somewhere else?”

“Oh no my friend,” Claudio replied. “we’re definitely eating here. The cabaret is just about to start.””

Calling the meal a buffet was perhaps an understatement. Basically there were several serving stations offering different cuisines. If you wanted a steak or a burger they’d cook you one or alternatively you could get pizza or pasta or Japanese or several Caribbean options or vegetarian of course. The buffet part was just that there were no waiters except for the ones who brought you drinks.

As it was her last night, Jane ordered a steak. Through choice she didn’t eat much meat so it was a treat for her when she did.

The waiters served wine for each table and the four of them drank red wine with their meal. It wasn’t classy wine but it was free and there was a seemingly endless supply.

The first part of the cabaret was a local dance troupe then there was a band afterwards. It didn’t last too long, maybe half an hour during which time conversation was impossible but when it finished everyone could talk again.

“You’re looking very attractive tonight,” Paolo told Jane.

“Very sexy,” Claudio added.

Compliments from gay men were always well received. They were more critical than straight ones.

“Thank you,” Jane replied. “Roland bought it for me..”

“I think he bought it for his own pleasure,” Claudio said winking at Roland. “It’s enough to turn a gay man straight,” he laughed.

“Well you’d know about that, “Paolo commented teasing his partner.

“It is true.” Claudio admitted. “You know I used to be married.”

It was a surprising revelation. One Jane would never have guessed looking at the two of them.

“What made you change?” Jane asked.

“I like cock too much,” he replied chuckling. “But every now and again I see a young lady in a see through dress and I question my choices,” he joked.

“I’d never have guessed. You’re too good looking and manicured and well, sophisticated to be straight.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he laughed.

The wine flowed and the conversation with it Until everyone was ready to move on.

“Well we’re going to the nightclub,” Claudio announced. “Do you fancy coming with us?”

“We haven’t been to the nightclub yet,” Jane admitted. “What’s it like?”

“It’s not Milan.”Paolo laughed, “but it’s ok and you can dance.”

Jane gave Roland a pleading look.

“Can we go darling?”