Rian eyed the bikini wrap Carla was wearing. “I was just thinking that your bikini cover looks pretty dressy … like something you would wear to a party, not just something you use for the beach. Must be by that fashion designer?”

Carla looked down quickly at what she was wearing, and nodded in agreement. “Honestly, I didn’t think of that. I just grabbed it from my things and threw it into my carry-on.”

Rian’s phone vibrated on the table. She glanced at the message that popped up on the screen.

“Girlfriend?” Carla asked.

Rian nodded. “Uh huh. She went jogging and is about to return to the resort. She’ll be taking a shower and then she’ll get breakfast.”

“Jogging, huh? She must have used the path by the side of the road that goes over the bridges and then to the beaches further down the road.”

“Probably…. I’m not sure how she found the energy to jog, though. She was out of it when I left her in bed this morning.”

Just then, a gaggle of beautiful, bikini-clad women, chatting up a storm in Italian, descended on their table. They drew almost all of the eyeballs of the men in the steadily raucous breakfast area to their table.

They started introducing themselves to Rian simultaneously – she looked across at Carla, who shrugged her shoulders elaborately. Rian couldn’t even pretend to catch any of their names, and felt lost in the wave of perfume, perfect bodies, exotic sounding words, and graceful hand gestures that washed over her. She tilted her head to one side, and then smiled to herself. Anticipating the shock on her sometimes-shy girlfriend’s face when she finally would join them, Rian thought, I should be nice and give Jade an advance warning about these women.

Hmmmm…..

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“I’m not sure that we should be standing out here without our tops on.” Jade looked around them anxiously. In the distance she could see the Italian women from the breakfast this morning, who’d joined the impromptu trip she and Rian had taken to a nearby, and fairly secluded, beach, after a few games of volleyball on the beach earlier.  The women had taken the resort’s Mercedes Sprinter while Jade and Rian had driven themselves over.

They had their tops off because the Italians started it. They’d peeled their bikini tops off after noting the beach was hidden from the main road that traversed the Florida Keys, to Jade’s consternation.