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

A CHANGE OF PACE… Bermuda (Part 164c)

My memory seems to be telling me there were about 15 people there. (Elle wrote up the whole Bermuda experience but I have no idea where it is now. I’m reluctant to ask because I can’t think of a reason to give her when she, for sure, would ask why I wanted to see it. She has no idea of this blog and I sure as hell don’t want her to know. So… It’s my memory and the pictures that I’m relying on). The hotel manager ran the presentation and introduced the executive chef, hospitality manager and activities director. The activities manager reminded both of us of some celebrity and I wish I could remember who. When the hospitality manager was front and center he informed us that we’d be assigned a table and would have at our disposal an area maitre d’, a waiter and a bus boy for the time we’d be at the hotel and they’d introduce themselves at the dinner seating. I’d never heard of anything quite like it and was duly impressed. The activities director explained that the hotel, along with four others, shared a group of entertainment programs five nights a week. By sharing, he explained, they would move from one hotel to another. The sharing allowed the guests to go to any of the other hotels in the group to view a particular program that they enjoyed. I thought it was a great idea because we’d get to see some of the other hotels and be able to somewhat compare them. Once the presentation was over the finger foods were brought out and we mingled with the other new guests, not that we really wanted to.

Elle and I’d decided to make it a ‘private’ week so opted to have a table by ourselves. We chose a 6pm seating since it was our (at least Elle’s) usual time to eat. Not knowing when we left our room we were already dressed so spent some time wandering around the lobby area trying to get acclimated. One of the things we saw was a counter where we could rent mopeds. Elle was a little leery since she’d never ridden one but I told her that if we were to see the island it was the only way to go. Reluctantly, she agreed and we told the agent we’d be back the next day. I couldn’t wait as they looked like fun as we had passed any number of them while taking the taxi to the hotel.

At 6pm we were ready and waiting to find out just what ‘fine dining’ would be about. The hotel brochure had stressed that as one of the prime reasons people returned year after year. It sounded good but it was only advertising. We were escorted to our table, ironically number 21, the same number as the race car, by the maitre d’ who held the chair for Elle. Standing by was our waiter who was introduced as Andres (I think) and busboy who’s name I think was Jose. They were all dressed impeccably, looking more like they were headed for a formal affair and not serving us. There was a man standing in the background and was called forward by the maitre d’ who asked if we’d like a picture of us. Elle didn’t give me a chance to answer and the next thing there was a bright flash. I was so impressed by our assigned servers that I asked the photographer to take a picture of all three of them with us at the table. Of course, we had to pay for them but I figured “Why not?”.
             

The menu was so tall I couldn’t see Elle across the table when she was reading it. I’d never heard of most of the items and, even though I knew it was embarrassing, asked just what some of them were. I figured it was better to know just what I putting in my mouth rather than try to bluff my way through. I settled on Beef Tournedos when I found out it was really filet mignon that had been sliced. Elle settled on Rosemary Chicken figuring she could handle it. She knew rosemary was a spice although she’d never used it. One of the accompaniments was Ratatouille. Not only didn’t I know what it was, I couldn’t even pronounce it. As the waiter walked away I was smiling as I wondered just how many ‘country hicks’ he’d had to wait on in his career. Not only was the food delicious, but the service was quick and efficient. The busboy was there to remove the plates almost as fast as we took the last bite. Our water glasses never even got to half empty before he was there with more. They had a dessert cart with at least a dozen items on it. My first thought was “Too many choices…” but I managed to pick something (but I don’t remember what). When we left the table we were both impressed and full.

There was still over an hour of good daylight when we walked outside. The pool was still open and we checked it out vowing to make a ‘splash’ in the morning. During our meal we decided we wanted to see the pink sand we’d heard about as well as the clear blue water of the ocean. When we got to the stairs we weren’t so sure it was such a good idea. There was a tiny sign attached to the handrail that warned that there were 151 steps to get to the beach. I’ll never forget that number… the going down wasn’t too bad. They had made rest areas with benches after each 50 steps and as we descended we found some people taking advantage of them. At the first one we looked at each other wondering if it wouldn’t be better to wait until the next day… but we continued on. At the bottom we agreed it was worth the effort. The beach wasn’t all that big as it was constrained by massive coral cliffs but was well maintained with a clubhouse on one end that contained lockers and showers and a snack bar and patio area. The water wasn’t all that blue but a beach attendant who was collecting the umbrellas told us that it was because the sun was about to set. He told us to come back the next day and we’d be rewarded. Looking out into the water we could see what looked like mini islands. The attendant said they were more coral but it wasn’t the dangerous kind. He went on to say that they were like a bowl and many people swam out to them and then could actually swim inside them. It sounded interesting.

The trip back to the top looked daunting. It was starting to get dark by the time we started and the steps weren’t lighted. Since we were the last to leave the beach area we decided to take our time. When we got to the first platform we stopped. I sat down and pulled Elle onto my lap. I slid my hand up under her dress and started rubbing her crotch. She let me do it for a minute or two but than got up and went to the stairs and looked up. I wasn’t sure what she was doing but when she got back she pulled the hem of her dress up and proceeded to straddle my legs. I wasn’t expecting that and it took a few seconds to react by putting my hand under her crotch. It took but another few seconds for the pee to start. I let her finish before slipping my index finger under the leg elastic to find the now very wet and warm flesh that I was looking for. It took another few seconds before finding the ‘magic button’. However, that didn’t last long because she thought she heard voices. There was no question where we were headed after we arrived at the top… and it topped off an unforgettable day.

To be continued…