Chapter 5
The sun felt glorious and partially calmed Fran's still nervous body as she lay on her stomach alongside her husband, who was between the two sisters. All of them were stretched comfortably on fresh beach mats that they had found in their rooms. Fran stared into the bright blue depths of the pool whose edge lay just beyond her chin as the other passengers and some of the crew frolicked and lounged in the sun around her.
The young wife had forgotten how good the sun could feel after endless months of gray winter at home in Cleveland. There was nothing, nothing at all she felt, that could go too terribly wrong as long as they could just lie in sun like this. Even their sexual problems could be ironed out.
Thinking back on what had happened to Bill and her in the bedroom just before Liz had knocked on their door looking for someone to join her at the pool, Fran rationalized that her husband's inadequate performance had been just nervousness. And for that matter, she had been overwrought herself! It certainly wasn't every day in her life that she and Bill boarded a plane for their first vacation since the honeymoon. And it surely wasn't every day that they found themselves hi-jacked and prisoners in a strange but beautiful setting such as the one she surveyed now.
The garden around them was magnificent. She had never seen anything like it in her life. She could not have begun to name the dozens of varieties of large, incredibly colorful tropical flowers that seemed to be everywhere. Their scents mingled pleasantly with the warm salty smell of her own sun-drenched body stretched long and lazily in her scant bikini.
She had bought this brief bright-patterned bikini almost a whole year ago, but had never had the chance to wear it before now because Bill said that it was simply too much to be seen in around the country club pool at home. And she had another new one cut just like it in her luggage, in even brighter colors.
From where she lay she could see up the wide steps of the hotel and right into the lobby. Squinting to see further into the cool shadows inside, she wondered if Ramon, their captor, was standing there somewhere inside watching them; "watching me", she mentally said, feeling guilty. If he had stared at her so hard when she was in her traveling clothes, she tried to imagine what his look would be like if he were to see her now, her curvaceous young body in her almost naked skimpy new bikini.
The young wife reached back to her shoulders and pushed the thin straps down her arms; she felt the bra of the suit drop gently an inch or two so that her nipples were almost bared to the beach mat. The sun warmed her back all the way down to her spine; it beat through the flimsy material of her swim suit panties, and she could feel the sun's direct rays reaching far up the half-nakedness of her buttocks. Sensing someone's eyes on her, Fran lifted her head slightly and the motion caused her bra top to gape open, revealing the little brown aureoles of her ripely dangling breasts.
High in his executive suite, Ramon gasped with pleasure as he saw the soft fleshiness of the young American wife's tits. They were even better than he had suspected. He continued to study her with high-powered binoculars until she turned over to speak to her husband beside her. Reluctantly, the hi-jack leader took the binoculars from his eyes, placed them carefully on the table beside him, and returned to his desk where he began once more to run down the passenger list one of his men had secured from the cockpit of the diverted airliner.
Back down by the pool, Fran was beginning to feel a certain resentment at being left out of the conversation between Liz and Bill. The two of them acted as if they were the husband and wife, and she was just the sister. Finally she rudely cut into the conversation, "Bill?"
"Yes, honey, what is it?" he replied somewhat vexed, and not turning his head to face his questioning wife.
"How long do you think they'll keep us here?" she asked.
"Fran, I don't know any more than you do," he answered.
"Al's just going to be worried sick," commented Liz languidly, yawning like a contented well-fed kitten.
"Don't worry," Bill said, patting the girl's shoulder, "they'll tell him at Miami International what happened. After all, planes are hijacked all the time, and nothing serious ever goes wrong."
Fran butted in, "If you really believe that, darling, why have you been so jumpy ever since Ramon brought you back to your seat in the plane?"
"Well, it's no laughing matter, that's for sure," he replied. "Besides, I have two beautiful women as my responsibility. I'm sure we'll be safe in Miami very soon, but as long as we're still here and we don't have the slightest idea when they'll let us go?or even what they really want to do with us?then I'm going to be a little on the nervous side."
"You know. Bill, I'm so glad that this didn't happen to me when I was traveling alone," Liz said. "I feel so much more secure with you here."
"Don't get the idea that you have a monopoly on that, little sister," said Fran tartly.
"Oh, Fran, of course I meant that I'm glad that since this had to happen it's lucky for me that we're all three here together. I'd be petrified if I'd been on a plane that was hijacked all alone," countered Liz, her hip cocked up provocatively now. With some satisfaction, the younger sister watched Bill studying her almost naked body with interest; his gaze was warm and bold, the boldness coming from the knowledge that his wife, lying behind him, couldn't see his eyes.
Liz's bikini was even briefer than Fran's, because her girl-like, still budding ripeness made the swim suit appear to ride even lower across the flaring buttocks and her upthrust little breasts seemed to be even more exposed than the softly mature fleshiness of her sister.
Bill noted all of these things as he studied the young girl, and as she provocatively met his gaze, he suddenly felt his penis stirring within the confines of his own tight swim suit. Quickly he turned his head and began inspecting his own wife's equally voluptuous body. His erection did not subside. He tried to sort out which alluring image lying in the flesh was the most exciting, and truly was at a loss to decide whether he was most interested in his wife or her younger sister. But after the puzzling events between Fran and him in the bedroom a half an hour before, Bill had to conclude that the fresher and unknown charm of the virginal Liz, lying with one hand resting lightly on her nearly completely naked hip, was what was prompting the swelling of his previously tired penis pressed underneath him on the mat.
"Well, whatever happens to us," Bill spoke, continuing his former train of thought, "these guys are treating us first class at the moment. This is almost like the Garden of Eden."
"I can't help wondering," Fran commented thoughtfully, "if there isn't a snake somewhere in our beautiful garden."
Bill laughed self-consciously, half imagining that his wife's quip might have been at least partially a reference to what had happened to them together such a short time before.
Liz picked up gaily, "But it is a beautiful garden, isn't it, Bill. Just look at all those high trees. And the flowers, I've never seen such flowers."
"No, you won't see anything like this back in Cleveland," he answered, laughing at her exuberance.
The young girl sighed dramatically, "If only Al had been along on the flight, I wouldn't care myself if we didn't leave until I have to get back to college for final exams."
Fran, temporarily gave up trying to compete with her younger sister, and with a toss of her long silken hair she rose to her feet. She looked down briefly on Bill and Liz still prone on their mats below her and said, "I don't know about you two, but I'm going to make some use of this big swimming pool."
"I'll be in with you in a minute," Bill replied, squinting up at her.
"Me, too," added Liz. "But first, I want to get a little more sun before I get wet."
"See you later," Fran said, making a clean dive from the edge. Her graceful form barely splashed the water as her long legs disappeared into its bright blue depths.
"You're good for my sister," said Liz, staring at Bill whose attention had momentarily wavered toward the pool and Fran's swimming figure clearing the water.
He turned back now to stare across at her, a half-smile on his face at the compliment. "She's good for me, too. I'm lucky to have married her."
"You know," Liz went on, "when she was a little girl, and I was even smaller, Fran always said that all she dreamed of was marrying a man just like you. She wanted a man who took care of her and was a success in his work. And she certainly got all that in you. I envy her."
Bill reddened slightly at Liz's obvious admiration, and once again felt a pleasurable sensation tingle down around his balls as his penis began to swell even harder. Why did this younger but near carbon copy of his wife arouse him so easily, he wondered. Perplexed, and beginning to feel some discomfort from his rapidly growing erection, he turned his head away from the exciting view of Liz's long sleek hip and pouting pubic mound so enticingly outlined beneath her suit.
The young girl understood all too well, and she flushed with obvious pleasure as she continued to look with unabashed interest at Bill's muscular back.
Bill felt a jolt of hot excitement shoot through him when his young sister-in-Jaw, Liz, said softly, "Any man who gets next to me is going to have to be just like you."
And then she turned herself and shut her eyes in the luxurious sensuality of the sun, knowing instinctively that she had just issued an invitation?her first ever! She was inviting her own older sister's husband to fuck her, to make her a woman!
Liz barely heard his muffed answer to her compliment, "That goes for me too, baby, because I envy the hell out of any man who gets next to you."
"I do envy her," the young girl repeated, her voice husky-dramatic.
Bill heard and froze with increased excitement at the presence of this beautiful young girl so close to him, yet so untouchable. Jesus, she was just a kid! He shouldn't have these feelings about his sister-in-law. Knowing he was on tricky ground, the man didn't answer the girl's last comment, and as a result they both lay there without speaking, facing in opposite directions.
Fran had felt an instant relief as her dive enveloped her in the warm depths of the pool. She let her own momentum carry her down deep close to its sloping bottom. Holding her breath tightly, she began to swim peacefully through its blue, lower silence. She liked to swim under water because there she felt so free. She swam almost the whole length of the pool, and then, pushing herself from the bottom with a powerful spring with her sensuously long legs, she surged toward the air in a flurry of silver bubbles. Near the surface, her entire body was jarred and she scraped against a hairy chest just below the water. Then she was standing erect, her head above the surface. "Oh! I'm so sorry," she blurted out, attempting to clear the water from her eyes. She instantly realized that an adjustment was necessary to the top of her suit, for the bra had nearly fallen from her firmly swelling breasts in the collision. Decent again after pulling it up, she looked up and recognized the person she had just hit as the distinguished looking gentleman who had first smiled at her on the plane, the man who Ramon's henchmen had whisked away separately after they had landed.
"I'm sorry, that was clumsy of me," she repeated.
"Don't apologize, my dear," the man said in a deep, English-accented, educated voice, "It isn't every day one has a beautiful mermaid surfacing in front of him!" He smiled deep into her eyes, "I must confess, though, that bumping into you is one accident I have been hoping would happen. I know we haven't been formally introduced, and I have been given strict instructions that I cannot reveal my full name or title... " He looked around to make sure no one was listening, then grinned?almost conspiratorially?and continued, "... but my name is Charles, that's all I can tell you. Just Charles. And yours?"
"Fran. Fran Williams." She wondered why she had omitted the "Mrs." before her name.
"And I suppose that other attractive girl who seems to be with you and your companion is your sister?"
"Yes, that's Liz," the young wife answered almost shyly in the face of the man's impressive continental manner.
"Well, Fran, I'm extremely happy to have had this chance to talk with you, especially since you're an extraordinarily beautiful woman," he said speaking in the mellow tones of someone who did not make such statements lightly.
"Thank you," she laughed, half-embarrassed. "You know, though, I feel silly calling you Charles, I... I mean... you're obviously someone very important."
"No, no one that important, my dear, so do call me Charles?please!" He lowered his voice. "But I really must apologize, because if I hadn't been on that plane, all of you would be in Miami now. Those men wanted only me." He shrugged ruefully. "And now they have not only me, but several dozen other people as well." The man looked distressed, concerned that he had caused so many good people so much trouble.
"They... they aren't going to hurt you? Are they?" Fran blurted the question out, knowing her eyes had grown wide.
The mysterious man smiled warmly down at her, "No. They only need information from me?and want me out of the way until an election is over. They shan't harm me, I shouldn't think. Nor will they harm any of you; they wouldn't dare." He stared off in the distance, momentarily lost in his own thoughts.
With the sure instinct of a woman, Fran sensed that he was a very lonely man. She imagined that beyond his compliments to her as a woman, he was happy to have the chance to talk with someone. And for her, too, it was a relief from her own tensions just to be here in this comfortable pool talking to an important man who found her attractive.
A sudden thought hit the voluptuous young wife, "Charles? If they hijacked us just to get you, why are you here at the pool with the rest of us? Is it safe for you?" She asked it quietly, already entering in the conspiratorial tone of his confidence in telling her the reason for their plight.
"They have us all very well guarded," he replied. "There's absolutely nothing I nor any of the rest of you can do about getting away. They've told me that I'm free to do anything I wish, because there's no way that any of us can get outside the hotel grounds. I'm forbidden only to speak of certain matters."
At this point another swimmer surfaced nearby and stopped to appraise Fran's body openly. Fran recognized this fat, leering man as Hans, the man Ramon had called his "lieutenant".
Charles sensed her discomfort at being stared at and asked quietly, "If you have no objections, may I suggest that we continue our conversation in private with a little stroll through the garden?"
"Yes, that would be nice," she answered quickly, relieved to get away from the looks the man named Hans was giving her. "I'll tell the others that I'll be right back. Then I'll meet you by the diving board, all right?"
"Fine, I'll see you in a minute then."
Fran turned, ignoring the insolent stares of the intruder, and swam gracefully back toward Bill and her sister who appeared to be completely absorbed in their own conversation with one another at the other end of the pool.