Chapter 1 – Misgivings
The trip is short notice; I hardly have much time to get ready. I want to do some shopping first. But I don’t have the funds to buy a decent wardrobe, much less the cash to afford 2 or 3 new bathing suits for the two weeks I’m told we’ll be staying in Cancun.
I casually mention this to Andria while I’m going through my closet. She eagerly tells me, “No problem! Jake and I are paying for this one!”
To drive the point home, she takes me on a whirlwind tour of several shops the next day, throwing money around as if it grows on trees. She buys me several nice outfits as well as 4 or 5 swimsuits. But each time I try to stop her she tells me Jake has plenty of money and that he wants his women to look nice and have a great time.
She tells me she has strict orders to spare no expense. We’re supposed to have just as much fun preparing for the trip as we will once we board the plane. By the time we get back to the house she’s spent more than a couple thousand on the both of us.
Stephanie’s more than a little jealous when we unpack our parcels and show off our goodies. Andria’s no help at all, modeling swimsuit after swimsuit in front of our roommate’s envious gaze. Poor Steph starts to moan about how she couldn’t get the time off work.
“No offense, Shell, but I should get to go instead of you!” she whines. “It’s no fair – you coming to California and getting to go to Cancun while I have to stay here and slave my life away! I HATE my job!”
“Oh, you do not!” Andria retorts. “You like where you work! It’s just bad timing; that’s all. Next time we go down we’ll plan it a little better so you can get the time off work and come too. It was really short notice this time around. Jake kinda sprung it on me the last minute.”
There’s something about all of this that makes me feel uneasy. I don’t know if it’s the short notice or the way Andria spent money like it was going out of style today. All of the sudden I have this eerie feeling about the whole thing.
Actually, that’s not entirely true. I’ve been feeling this way ever since she told me about it when she came home and saved my life after I pulled that careless stunt in the pool the other day. Even then something about it felt… well… off, you might say.
Back then I attributed it to nothing more than my foolish mistake in the pool. But now – looking at Steph standing there, the disappointment obvious in her features – I get the strange impression if I go on this trip I’ll never see her again. The feeling is downright spooky.
I suddenly blurt out, “You can take my place if you want, Steph. Try again; maybe I can cover for you somehow.” I don’ tknow why my heart is racing.
“SHELLY??!!” they say in shocked unison as they look at me, their jaws dropping open in utter astonishment.
Andria protests by saying, “Look at all the nice stuff I bought for you!”
“We can take it back, can’t we?”
“Don’t you want to go, Shell?” Steph asks in stunned amazement.
“You deserve to go more than I do.”
“I don’t know,” she says in confusion. She’s so stunned that she suddenly starts to back-pedal. “But… but SHELL?? Look at all the neat stuff you got!”
“That’s ok, Steph. I can take it back, can’t I, Andria?”
I look over at her, hoping she agrees with me. “But I was looking forward to going with YOU, Shell!” Andria blurts out. A look of panic appears in her face.
“That’s ok, Andria,” I reply, trying to make her feel better. “I can catch the next one.” I don’t know why, but all of the sudden I really don’t want to go.
“But Shell, you’ve GOT to come!” Andria pleads. “Doesn’t she, Steph? You really don’t mind, right? Besides, you’re stuck at work!”
“That’s true,” Stephanie admits with a sigh. “I just can’t get away this time.”
“Can’t you try again, Steph? Isn’t there some way I could, you know… cover for you?”
“You can’t,” Stephanie tells me, shaking her head.
I see a tear in her eye as she looks at me. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you, Shell.”
“Sure, I am. I totally agree with you. You deserve to go a whole lot more than I do! I just got here a short while ago and I haven’t contributed all that much just yet.”
I see her wince. I can tell by the anguish in her face that she feels bad about bringing it up the way she did. “Oh, Shell – I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean…”
“This isn’t about that guy back in the Northwest, is it?” Andria abruptly cuts in, looking at me warily.
I freeze as I think about it. I picture him in my mind’s eye. Then I get that same eerie feeling I had with Stephanie a moment ago… that if I go on this trip I’ll never see him again either. For some reason that shakes me even more.
“Uh… I, uh…”
I stammer and mumble, not at all sure I want to put how I’m feeling into words. I’ve never believed in ESP or premonitions. For all I know I might be feeling this way because I’m afraid the engines are going to fall off the damned airplane!
“I THOUGHT so!” Andria states, putting her hands on her hips. “That settles it. You NEED to go, Shell! You really need to put him behind you!”
“I’m not sure it’s about him…” I start to say.
Stephanie suddenly steps right in front of me. “Andria’s right – I think you need to go, too.”
I see relief wash over Andria’s face now that Stephanie agrees with her. Steph tells me, “You’re so sweet to offer to give me your seat and all, Shell. But I really can’t get the time off. You and Andria go and have a great time, ok? Bring me back a souvenir. Better yet, bring me back some hunky guy in his 20’s, ok?”
We all chuckle together as she wraps her arms around me and hugs me. But for some reason I can’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. What’s wrong with me?!
“It’s settled then,” Andria says firmly. She’s visibly relieved. But when I pull away from Stephanie I can’t hide the wet streaks down my cheeks.
“Aw, Shell… you’re so emotional!” Stephanie smiles as she pats my back.
“I know, Steph,” I sniffle, trying to laugh at myself as I wipe the tears from my eyes.
Who knows? Maybe the engines won’t fall off the damned airplane. Besides… if they did that all the time, no one would ever fly…
—–
As the remaining days fly by I get much too busy to think about it. The feeling pretty much dies off. I convince myself I’m just anxious about taking a flight and leaving the country.
It’s probably nothing more than that. But when Stephanie drives us to the airport, the feeling returns in a rush. It gets even stronger when we’re finally at the gate getting ready to board the plane until I just can’t stop trembling.
“Have a great time, Shell,” Stephanie says as she gives me a big hug. I have to fight to hold back the tears as I hold her tight.
She gives me a funny look at my extra-long hug. Then she smiles warmly. “I want to hear about everything when you two get back, ok?”
“Don’t worry; you will,” Andria reassures her as she stands next to her boyfriend. “I’ll keep a close eye on her, you know… make sure she doesn’t swim out too far from the beach and drown herself.”
I suddenly feel it lurch in the pit of my stomach. It’s as though I’m in an elevator that’s plummeting downward. Everything suddenly goes dim all around me.
It’s as though a cloud has suddenly blocked the bright sunlight that streams through the large windows of the terminal. I abruptly turn toward Andria and stare at her, unaware the color has drained from my face. The word echoes in my head… “DROWN… drown… drown… drown…”
She winks at me as I hear Stephanie laugh knowingly behind my back. Both are fully aware of my deep, dark fantasies. But before it can register on her that I’ve gone deathly pale, Jake grabs her and pulls her close.
“I guess we’ll just have to keep an eye on her and make sure nothing happens, won’t we, sweetheart? …that is, if I can pry my eyes off you for one second.” Andria swoons as they kiss passionately.
I stare at the two of them. For a long moment I can’t take my eyes off them. It’s almost as if they’re…… there’s something about……. that somehow the two of them are going to be involved in my…
“FLIGHT 2391 – NONSTOP TO CANCUN – NOW BOARDING – GATE 7!”
The loudspeaker causes me to jump with a startled cry. It triggers a bustle of activity all around me. Then the sun comes out from behind a cloud.
The feeling is instantly gone. I abruptly stop trembling. I blink in confusion as I shake my head, wondering if I’m going crazy or something.
“Have a good time, you guys!”
I turn to see Steph waving, and I wave back at her. “We will,” I say as cheerfully as I can. I hear Andria and Jake say the same thing behind me.
“I’ll see you back here in two weeks!” Stephanie says with a big smile. “See you later. I’ve got to get back to work. Bye!”
She abruptly turns and heads back down the concourse at a brisk pace. A moment later she disappears around a corner. I turn and follow Andria, Jake and the rest of the passengers through the gate.
I feel much better than I did when we first got here. ‘Good ol’ Steph,’ I think to myself. ‘She’s a gem.’
At that moment I feel it once more. Only this time it’s very faint… like a soft echo. It’s like a ghostly whisper, a gentle breeze lightly caressing the face as though I’ve just seen “good ol’ Steph” for the very last time. Then it’s gone just as quickly as it comes.
I stop and take a deep breath to compose myself. The doorway to the 727 comes into view. I hope those damned engines are screwed on tight…
—–
The flight is uneventful to the point of actually being a little boring. As we descend I find myself getting more and more excited about the whole thing. It’s as though I’ve managed to leave my fears and trepidations behind back in the States.
I’ve never been to Cancun before. It turns out to be more than a little overwhelming… from the warm, ocean breeze that greets us outside the terminal to the luxury condo the taxi takes us to. Apparently Jake spared no expense on that either.
We’re only a few hundred yards from the beach – just a hop, skip and a jump away. I even have my own bedroom. It comes complete with shower and Jacuzzi tub.
Andria and I quickly change into a couple of bikinis. It isn’t long before we’re both giddy as schoolgirls. Jake tells us he has to run some errands but that he’ll catch up to us later.
He waves us out the door, encouraging us to go have a good time. In less than five minutes we’re on the beach. We cover each other with a generous helping of suntan lotion before laying side by side on a couple of oversized towels.
I find myself getting aroused at my roommate’s touch. I wonder what the hell I was so nervous about back home. This is great!
Andria looks hot as hell in a skimpy yellow bikini with a yellow thong that barely covers her shaved snatch. There’s hardly any fabric up top, only covering a part of her boobs. The white outfit I’m wearing is just as bad.
We look like nothing more than a couple of American sluts. But a quick glance up and down the beach shows there are a lot of American sluts out enjoying the warm weather. I smile and relax.
We lie around for about a half hour, getting plenty of sun. Then Andria rises up. “C’mon – let’s go for a swim!”
She eagerly stands up and offers me her hand. “It’s time to get you into the water, Shell.” There’s a dangerous glint in her eye.
I allow her to help me up. Instantly I suspect she’s up to no good. Why am I being so suspicious?
There’s a little flicker of something in the back of my head. It quickly disappears as we both leave our towels and run down to the water’s edge. But I decide not to swim too far out.
I’m not sure about the rip currents. Maybe it’s something else. I figure it’s better to be safe than sorry.
I eagerly dive into an approaching wave and swim out. Andria follows me until we’re in water that’s not much over our heads. It’s deep enough for the waves that come in to lift us up and down. Our toes barely brush the sand when each wave passes by before we’re lifted back up.
Andria dunks me and I dunk her back. Soon we’re both spending just as much time under the water as we are at the surface. It isn’t long until I feel those familiar feelings stir inside me.
I dive to the bottom where I turn around and lie on my back. I look up at the wave action above me as air dribbles out of my nose. That’s when Andria appears above me.
I see her grin as she gets that “look” on her face. Oh, FUCK! …and I launch myself up, frantic to get a breath. That’s when she grabs me before I can surface.
We grapple with each other, twisting and rolling a couple of times as I struggle to get my head above water. A moment later she’s riding me, holding my hands away from my body. She keeps me submerged as she straddles my waist.
Her head’s out of water as her thong-covered clit mashes against mine. A wave lifts us up, and I hear laughter. My lungs soon begin to spasm from lack of air.
Up at the surface I hear, “Time for your first orgasm of the trip, Shell! How’d you like to drown in Cancun?”
For some reason that triggers it once more. I feel that familiar flicker of anxiety as my misgivings about the whole thing return with a vengeance. My lungs heave as my pussy ignites with a white-hot flame of excitement.
Just like that the feeling’s gone again. I’m filled with the raging fires of arousal. Andria simply grinds her crotch against mine, making me even hotter.
I hear her cackle, “How about it, bitch? Are you ready to drown now?” She’s done this to me many times before. Instinctively I respond the way I always do.
Air bursts out of my mouth as I squirm and struggle. Andria just laughs down at me. “How about it, Shell? You gonna cum for me before you drown, you little whore? DROWN FOR ME, BITCH – I’M HOT, TOO!”
She starts humping aggressively against me. A moment later it becomes too much. I feel it swell until it erupts inside me.
Air bursts out of my mouth in a bubbly scream as I buck and jerk in her grasp. With the waves lifting me up and down it feels incredible! At the same time I hear Andria cry out excitedly.
She sounds as though she’s trying to stifle a scream so as not to attract unnecessary attention. A moment later we’re both cumming, humping against each other as our orgasms wash through us. I cry out until my air is gone, my empty lungs screaming for a refill.
For a second I wonder if she’s actually gonna do it. Is she actually gonna drown me?? I feel an erotic surge of excitement flush warmly through my body.
Andria rolls off and lifts me up to the surface. My chest heaves mightily as I suck a massive amount of air into my tortured lungs. Then I feel her help me onto my back as I gasp wildly for breath.
Damn – that felt good! I really needed that!
Andria floats beside me as the waves lift us up and down. She’s just as winded as I am, although for a totally different reason. But that doesn’t stop me from contemplating revenge. After all, I get turned on almost as much at “drowning” her as I do when she “drowns” me.
“Oh, FUCK – that was good!” she gasps up at the sky. “Was it good for you too, Shell?”
I snarl, “Not as good as it’s gonna feel after I drown your ass, bitch!”
She cries out as I grab her and submerge her. There’s a brief struggle as I wrap my legs around her, straddling her waist. Then I take a deep breath, submerging us both as I start humping her crotch.
She humps back without putting up much of a struggle. But when she starts to lose air she begins to fight a little more. So I grab her hands the way she grabbed mine.
I bend over her so that our faces are not much more than an inch apart. She finally screams her breath away as her orgasm crashes into her. It bursts up into my face.
I open my mouth as though to receive her precious air supply. A moment later my second orgasm of the trip hits me hard. I find myself humping her violently as it shudders through my body.
It finally passes, but I sadistically hold her down a few seconds more. I watch with sadistic glee as her cheeks puff. Her body heaves beneath me as she struggles to hold her breath.
I wait until her eyes open wide, pleading for me to let her go. Her body starts to shudder again from a second orgasm. I let go and roll off, allowing her to rocket up to the surface with a whoosh where she gasps madly for breath.
I pop up a second later, panting heavily in an effort to get my own breath back. “You BITCH!” she sputters in mock anger. But I see her eyes flash evilly.
“You’re gonna…… PAY for that!”
A moment later I do just that, my pussy tingling wildly as she jumps me, forcing me under yet again. We’re both weakened. Even so, Andria’s stronger than I am. When she’s THIS determined she always comes up with that extra energy reserve necessary to fuel her lusts.
For you see, with Andria I’ve come to learn one thing…
When it comes to payback, she always delivers…
—–
Jake shows up 3 hours later to find “his women” lying on the beach. We’re weak and exhausted from our underwater exertions. However we both feel immensely satisfied.
I’m curious where he’s been all this time. But I feel too good to care. I just watch as Andria rises up and plants a big one on his lips.
She tells him what fun we had and that he missed her “drowning” me three separate times. He looks over at me and smiles. I see the faintest hint of a lustful look in his eyes before he turns back to his girlfriend.
“If you had fun today then you’re really going to love tomorrow.”
Excitement flashes in Andria’s eyes. “Oh? What’s happening tomorrow?”
“I just wrapped up a big business deal today, babe!” He sounds rather pleased with himself. “As a reward, we get to go out on my client’s sailboat!”
“Sailboat? You don’t know how to sail!”
“I do now!” he says with a grin. “The deal took place on his boat. He showed me a few pointers. We might not use the sails though. We might just motor out and enjoy the open ocean.”
“Jake; that’s great! I love you, baby!” Once more he gets a big kiss from Andria.
When they come up for air he declares, “C’mon, ladies; it’s time for supper. I’ve got this great place all picked out. The food is good and they have a great view of the ocean, especially when the sun goes down. After that it’s nothing but dancing and romancing!”
He lifts Andria up and whirls her around. She cries out with glee as I rise to my feet. Then he looks at me as though being reminded I’m the tag-a-long.
A devilish grin crosses his face as he turns to his girlfriend. “That reminds me, babe. Can you and Shelly wait at the condo for a few minutes? I’ve got to dash out and get a couple of things for our boat trip tomorrow.”
“Like what?” Andria asks curiously.
Jake looks at me coldly, his eyes seemingly burning into my soul. He speaks in this voice that gives me the chills. “I’ve got to go pick up a concrete block and some rope. That way you’ll have everything necessary for Shelly’s demise tomorrow. We can toss her over the side of the boat and send her to her bubbly death.”
Time stands still as my breath catches in my throat. My eyes widen as my pussy starts to tingle. Andria looks at Jake for a long moment before turning toward me.
I see this wicked smile on her face. “Sounds great, babe; I look forward to it.”
For a moment the two stare at me as though I’m a dead woman. Andria approaches me slowly as I start to tremble. “I’m getting hot just thinking about it… seeing her arms tied behind her back with the rope tethering her to that concrete block as we throw her overboard.”
All of the sudden I can’t move my muscles. I’m frozen in place, trembling like a leaf. Andria sensuously runs her fingertips down my quivering arm.
“While you’re at it, babe, I want you to go buy me a dive mask, ok? I want to be able to dive down and watch the bitch drown.” That’s when she stares deeply into my eyes.
“…I want to be down there when she can’t hold her breath anymore and those lungs of hers burst. I want to be down there when that sexy body of hers spasms in its death throes. I want to be down there when she drowns for us.”
“You got it, babe,” Jake responds enthusiastically.
I feel another erotic shiver ripple through me. Once more I feel those misgivings return. Andria lovingly caresses my face and neck.
She looks at me like I’m one of her slaves who’s about to drown for her, giving her great pleasure. She coos softly at me. I’m shaking like a leaf, barely able to breathe.
She knows exactly what to say to get my blood pumping. Her touch leaves me all weak in the knees. That’s when she breathes into my ear.
“How about it, Shell? You ready to drown for me tomorrow?” Then she slowly licks my cheek before nibbling on my ear as a low moan gurgles out of my throat.
She whispers, “Maybe I’ll caress your nude body as you hold your breath for the last time. Maybe I’ll run my fingertips over those heaving breasts.” She nibbles on my ear again.
My legs get all rubbery. I lose my ability to stand and start to collapse. “WHOOPS!” she chuckles as she catches me and helps me stand upright. “Guess I got her a little too hot!”
She starts to giggle, the wicked bitch! Mercifully, the spell I’m under is finally broken. Jake laughs as he blurts out, “The look on your face is priceless, Shell!”
Andria grins as she tells him, “I can smell how turned on she is, babe!” Then she turns and giggles into my ear. “I’ll bet that thong of yours is wet and useless now; isn’t it, Shell!”
“Damn you, Andria!” I hiss at her. But it’s too late. The image of me tied up at the bottom of the ocean is burned into my brain.
I can’t stop thinking about it. And I can’t stop trembling. My voice cracks as I tell them, “Oh, FUCK – don’t DO this to me, guys! Gawd – don’t TEASE me like that!”
“Let’s go eat, ladies,” Jake says cheerfully. His laughter fades away as his thoughts turn to food.
“Shelly needs to shower first,” Andria tells him with a giggle. “Don’t you, Shell?” I weakly nod my head.
Andria has to help me for the first hundred yards or so until my legs stop being so rubbery. If these two keep this up I’m going to be a quivering mass of jello for the next two weeks. I curse Andria under my breath for knowing me all too well…
2007; 2020 (written Apr 23 ’07; ed. May 6 ‘20 by riwa)