A CHANGE OF PACE... Bermuda (Part 164n)

A CHANGE OF PACE… Bermuda (Part 164n)

Our luggage was at the bell hop station, ready to go when we were. I’d kept our carry bag (with the damp panties) with us for our our wet bathing suits. It was around mid morning when we finally got the nerve to actually get wet. The rain the day before had definitely made the water cooler than when we’d been in there earlier in the week. I remember slowly ‘ooching’ our way in. Elle didn’t stay for long but I was determined to get a few laps in. When I gave up and headed for our cabana I saw Elle asleep on one of the chaises. I also saw the door to the adjacent cabana was partially open. Toweling off I could see someone moving around inside. I was curious so kept an eye on the opening. What had been just a shape was soon more clearly defined as the person had moved closer to the door. There was no doubt it was a female as I could see the profile… and as I watched I could see her slipping off her bra. I don’t know why I couldn’t see her panties as she did that but when she turned to put it down I got a nice backside view. The panties were definitely bikinis but I didn’t get to see much of them as she promptly stepped out of them. At that point she was partially hidden by the door but I could see her bare backside appear for a few seconds when she stepped into her bathing suit. It was then that I became concerned about her noticing that I was watching… because my ‘member’ was almost at full attention. I glanced at Elle and luckily she was still asleep.To further protect myself I sat down on another chaise.

The woman, very attractive and probably mid 20’s, then walked out into the sun where I could get a good look at her. My first reaction was that she, because of her age, was probably there on her honeymoon. If that was so I wondered where her husband was. In her one piece bathing suit she struck me as possibly being a model. As such she surely could’ve been wearing that suit for an ad campaign. I was still embarrassed about the condition of my ‘nether region’ so avoided looking directly at her. Watching her out of the corner of my eye I saw her walk past to the pool and thought back to what I’d just witnessed. I was fortunate on two fronts… to see it happening and, probably more important, that Elle had been asleep.

I lay down on the chaise and remember the sun’s rays felt good after having been in the cold water of the pool. I didn’t have anything to read so just watched as the pool area filled up with people. All of a sudden I heard the nickname I’d heard the night before. Looking to my right I saw Jeff, or “Wolfie” as he was called at back school, heading my way. His call out woke Elle and I remember mumbling to her not to talk with him. He was dressed in a suit and tie which made him stand out among the others in the immediate area. He walked up and asked if I’d seen a woman at the adjacent cabana. I didn’t answer but pointed to the pool. He turned and headed that way. I told Elle to get up and to follow me. The refreshment area opened at 11am and, thankfully it was open when we walked up. I don’t remember what we ordered but we stayed there until I saw Jeff headed back towards the main building. Walking back to the cabana I could see the woman in question now drying herself off. Now all I could do was wonder if she was Jeff’s wife or… something else.

Our time at the resort was winding down and I decided to take one last swim in the pool. Elle declined and said she was going to get dressed. As my final act I dove in off the diving board… not really a good idea. Upon surfacing I thought I heard my real name being called and saw a staff person at the edge of the pool. Staff was easy to recognize as they wore coordinated outfits. The women who manned the front desk wore short, pleated black skirts, white blouse with a gold vest. I saw that the woman who’d called to me had a piece of paper in her hand as I swam over to where she was standing. I got to the edge of the pool and was trying to hear what she was saying but had water in my ears. I motioned for her to get closer and she took another step to two. I was looking up at her and did a bit of a double take. The pleats of her skirt made it stand out from her body and in so doing gave me a decent upskirt view of the front of her panties. I couldn’t tell if they were bikinis but they certainly were white. While I was peering at ‘the promised land’ she was talking but I  still was unable to understand what she was talking about. She was waving the piece of paper as she spoke. Finally, somewhat exasperated at not getting through to me she squatted down. That was disappointing as her new position cut off my view. What she was trying to tell me was that the charges I’d just made at the refreshment bar had to be paid at the front desk. Having officially checked out we were no longer allowed to put charges against our room and they were not allowed to take cash. To me it was an annoyance but I understood.

I could try and describe the topography of the pool… but I won’t. Suffice it to say that when the woman went to stand up one of her high heels got caught in the drainage grate that surrounded the pool. My eyes had not yet diverted from her when I saw her stumble backwards. I watched as her backside hit the ground and with it the leg that wasn’t caught went up in the air. It was certainly a nice crotch view for a split second but at the same time she was crying out in pain. I vaulted out of the pool to help her and forgot all about the panty view. In just the few seconds that had passed a number of other guests came rushing over. Conscious, she was complaining about her head. The lifeguard took over and, conscious of the fact that our taxi would soon be there, I headed for our cabana. By the time I was dressed and ready to leave the pool area all the activity had died down and things seemed calm again. We stopped at the front desk to pay the chit and I asked about the woman who’d fallen. We were told she was OK but had been sent home for the day. It was a relief to hear and it freed my mind to think back on the few seconds of panty pleasure I’d experienced.

We both had a sad feeling as the taxi drove out past the entry gate. Bermuda, and especially the hotel, had been a memorable experience. I remember telling Elle that I’d love to come back again some time time in the future. Our driver was a ‘local’, born and raised in Bermuda. He was also a character… and non stop talker. A bit annoying but he did manage to give us some interesting information about Bermuda’s history. One thing for sure… it made the trip to the airport go very quickly. Once there he insisted on carrying both pieces of our luggage to the check in area. I knew he was angling for a bigger tip but didn’t mind. As I was paying him he asked what time our flight left and when I told him 5pm he asked what we were going to do for the next four hours. I told him we wanted to see St. Georges. I remember him taking Elle by the arm escorting both of us back to his taxi and saying he take us… at no charge. Another great Bermuda memory.

To be continued…