The Tide

by erotic scribbler

©Copyright 2020 erotic scribbler

Chapter 1

“I asked you not to wear that to the pool,” Brent said as he raised the back of his lounge chair.

Maria turned to the opening of their poolside cabana and pointed at two women in thongs.

“It's not like I'm wearing one of those that shows my whole butt.”

“I don't care what they wear. Tomorrow we'll be at the cottage.” Brent shrugged. “Private island, wear it then, but not here where all these people can gawk at your ass.” He tossed a mesh cover-up at Maria. “Go change into the new one I bought for you to wear at the pool.”

Maria huffed, “Fine,” and spun into the wrap as she left the cabana.

Brent listened until the sound of flip-flops slapping the concrete faded before grabbing his phone. “Bob, I only have a few minutes, but it should be enough time to talk about that new contract.”

After exiting the elevator on the eleventh floor, Maria stopped outside their two-bedroom suite and watched a petite maid lean into her service cart to get it moving toward the next room.

The effort required made Maria think, she's so young, I wonder if her mother works here too? Did their combined wages feed them well? Maria shook off the sting of tears and appeased her guilt by thinking about the last place she worked. It was a motel Brent wouldn't even drive past.

Maria opened the door to their suite and said, “Hello.”

Someone said, “Que pasa?” but she went to her room without answering, yanked off the bikini, flung it at the dresser, and ducked under a white Bikinishe’s crochet tunic. Her Mexican skin was dark brown everywhere, so only the black triangle of pubic hair and her erect nipples convincingly betrayed her nudity behind the open crocheted fabric.

She took a few steps back and walked toward the mirror. The fangs of dangling fabric swishing and diving between her thighs drew more attention to her thick, curvy legs than the bikini had. Maria grinned as Jimmy walked in, head tilting to the side.

Jimmy shook his head. “Dejame adivina-“

“Inglesa, Jimmy, English, remember, we have to use English.”

“Okay, English it is,” Jimmy said. “Let me guess, he told you to change, so now you're thinking about wearing that, with nothing under it?”

Maria smiled and combed her fingers through the boy's thick hair. “You know me too well.”

“Si, I do, and you know you shouldn't provoke him, not today.”

“Okay, but you have to remember, speak English,” Maria said and kissed Jimmy's cheek. “He hates it when we speak Spanish to each other.”

“I know, and I will, and you should wear the bathing suit he wants you to wear, but put that over it. It makes you very beautiful.”

“You're so sweet, my love.” Maria removed the tunic.

“Mom, please!”

Chapter 2

They laughed while Maria stepped into a one-piece bathing suit that forced her ample breasts together. She adjusted them so they bulged from the low neckline and threw the crochet cover-up over her head.

Jimmy followed Maria out the sliding door to the balcony and said, “That long tail bouncing on your butt is like candy for the eyes.”

Maria poked Jimmy in the chest. “Mind your manners.” They looked down on the ant-sized people walking by the pool. Maria put her arm around Jimmy's waist. “Remember, honey, English and act your age, please.”

“I will. I'll have fun like a kid.” Jimmy chuckled. “Let's go.”

Maria stopped before they reached the elevator and said, “Wait for me, I'll catch up in a minute.

The young girl had finished two rooms and was starting on a third when Maria found her.

“Hola, senorita.”

“Yes, ma'am, can I help you?”

Damn it, why did I assume she didn't speak English? “Yes, I wanted to thank you for doing a wonderful job. What is your name?”

“Yolanda, ma'am, and you are very welcome,” the maid said. “It is my job, and I be as good as I can.”

“Por favor, llamame, Maria,” she said.

“No, we must be proper and use ma'am and sir, that is the way we are trained, and-”

“I understand.” A tear pooled on the rim of each of Maria’s eyes. “You are wonderful and very pretty. Here.” As soon as the hundred dollar bill was in Yolanda's hand, Maria turned and rushed off, a tear rolling down each cheek.

Outside, Maria headed for their cabana. Jimmy was there at the mini-bar, opening a Coke.

Brent saw the sulky disappointment on Maria's face the second she entered the cabana and saw him on the phone, so he said, “I have to go,” nodded a few times, and ended the call.

Maria sighed. “You're not going to have to fly off on some urgent business, are you?”

“No, today is my last day with any meetings. Tomorrow we'll be at the cottage, and, as promised, no computer and no phone or internet.”

“That's so good. Thank you.”

When Brent stood, faced Maria, and said, “You look amazing,” he saw what looked like hostility on Jimmy's face. How could he be sure, though, the kid was hard to read, except when he showed his wife affection. Brent kissed Maria.

Jimmy said, “Gross,” and let out a loud soda burp. “I'm going to swim.”

“I saw two girls in thongs going that way,” Maria said as her hand brushed across Jimmy's abdomen. “Don't get lost for too long.”

Chapter 3

Brent watched their interaction, wishing he had a frame of reference. His parents rarely showed affection and sent him overseas to a private school before he was Jimmy's age, so Brent didn't know what was normal.

However, Maria and Jimmy’s level of intimacy made him uncomfortable. It's a cultural thing, Brent always told himself, yet the only thing he knew about Mexicans was that they worked hard and did it for less than American laborers. That's why his family had been exploiting them for years in their many hotel chains and other companies.

As Jimmy left the Cabana, Brent scooped Maria up by her ass and gave her a rough, sloppy kiss. “I'll be in the third-floor conference room for a few hours if you need me,” he said and slapped the cheek his groping hand had exposed.