What follows was written by Mistress Jody about a trip back to Bermuda after Christmas that she and her fabulous and well cared for, classy and articulate mature mom (late 40's) submissive, Aimee, made back to the island. For reference to the reader, through a series of visits over the past 2-3 years, some lasting for weeks at a time, Aimee has fulfilled her lingering desires of sexual servitude while visiting and working there, first as a "maid" and later as a classy adornment providing special services to guests at a particular inn on the island. Though I am aware of several of these visits, this is the first one I've been given permission to publish here. I hope it won't be the last. Eve
Jody's narrative begins...
"Our trip was amazing as you might imagine. Of course there are many stories I wanted to share with you lol. Aimee asked, or more truthfully, I teased her that perhaps when I told you guys about our trip that maybe it can be her first entry onto your blog, Eve.
Okay, first, a few things. The hurricane and terrible weather is not something that Bea is upset about so much. Seems she is insured for that kind of thing, and the custom here is that it just takes forever for any kind of evaluation to take place, and of course anyone who works for the government expects a healthy kickback. To us we always seem to roll our eyes at our government but can you imagine having to bribe just about anyone who comes by to inspect the damage done to your property? For Bea, it’s a fact of life but Aimee and my jaws hit the floor. So long story short, the Inn is not so much damaged, but the attractions (beach, etc.) were in need of some attention for a long time.
Bea’s place remains very beautiful though, and it was where we stayed for the vast majority of our time. She also thinks of Aimee now and I guess myself as family, which is good. She is still a very stern figure, but much more relaxed about our visits. She kind of cracks herself up and tells everyone who will listen that when we are visiting we are “Bermudian Royalty”. She means this as a loving thing to say to me, and a sarcastic thing to say to Aimee. She’s a strong woman though and definitely has a commanding presence.
As you can imagine, she had a trick up her sleeve when we arrived at the airport. And I have to say it was ingenious. Normally she sends a car (which I think Aimee has paid for through her “work“ at the Inn), but this time we were told that she couldn’t afford to send a car to get us. Instead, there was a shuttle that would drop us off at her home. So when we got off the plane, sure enough there was a male driver, in a blue polo shirt, who took our name and brought us to this shuttle-type van. It was the type of van that you might take to go from a hotel to an airport. Maybe a little smaller. In the shuttle there were two sets of seats facing each other on each side of the aisle. Kind of like a train. There were 4 other people in it. Aimee and I thought nothing of it, and took seats across from each other.
Across the aisle there was a thick, dark skinned woman in her 50’s, holding a toddler, who seemed about 2 ½ or 3. Across from her a young girl, who looked about 13, in a peach dress. In section of seats behind her was another woman, who I didn’t get a good look at, because why would I? We were trying to put our bags overhead and sit down.
The driver leaves the cab to go get one more person and asks us to take a drink from the cooler if we want it. I am kind of looking out the window, zoning out, Amiee hands me a drink and sits down. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her look at the young girl and smile. Then look at me. I am 100 percent certain she smiles at me b/c the girl reminds her of why we came in the first place. The girl looks at Aimee and smiles back and then kind of gets bashful, all the while we’re waiting to get going. The driver comes back and says we have one more passenger, and it will just be a moment. He turns some music on, not too loud and asks us if it is cool enough. It’s actually not air-conditioned but we’re okay with the fresh air after the airplane. I can tell Aimee thinks the girl is pretty. She is SO excited to see the girls when we come to Bermuda, I just think she is getting excited about getting to Bea’s. They smile to each other again, and then the older woman, puts down the book she was looking at and speaks in my direction. “Is she bothering you?”
The young girl’s smile goes away instantly and she looks straight ahead. Of course I say no, and Aimee immediately repeats it. “Don’t bother the people!” the woman says sternly to the girl, and the girl kind of immediately snaps into place. There is definitely a mood change and Aimee feels for the girl who is clearly scared of the woman she is with.
Aimee smiles, and says “That’s a pretty dress.” The girl kind of blushes and looks down. Again, the 50-something woman puts her book down, stares at the girl, and sternly tells her “Say ‘thank you.’” The girl mumbles a thank you, looking straight ahead, and the woman again stares her down. “Look at people when you talk to them.” So, now we’re thinking that the woman’s first reaction, wasn’t out of the ordinary, and she is very strict with her. Aimee, smiles at the older woman and says “It’s okay…” when she is cut off by the woman, who says “Junie!” (Which was what the 13 year-old’s name was.)
The young girl gets up, moves across to Aimee, who is a little stunned, and while standing in front of her, says “Thank you, Miss.” She looks directly at her shoes. Quickly, Aimee, responds “you’re welcome, sweetheart.” She stands there for a moment then looks to Aimee, and then the floor again, then to the older woman, who nods. She then reaches out to Aimee and gently puts her hand on her breast. Aimee freezes. In what feels like slow motion, the girl takes Aimee’s hand, brings her down to her level a little, and then lifts her dress up. Aimee gasps, and I see her chest begin to rise with her breath. It’s like I could see her stomach drop and the sweat begin to form on her forehead. The girl takes Aimee’s face and gently guides it to her pussy. Aimee is shaking and tears begin to stream down her face. She looks to the young girl, and then the older woman, who tells her, Bea told us to get you from the airport.
I watch Aimee’s mouth cover Junie’s pussy. I see the little girl’s eye close, and her little hand move through Aimee’s hair, keeping her face at her pussy. I saw Aimee fall directly into a rhythm as I’m sure she has done previously with so many other women.
The young girl softly began to moan, and Aimee, wide eyed, looked to the older women, who just nodded at her as she held the toddler. Then, the young woman from the back of the shuttle, who was probably 25 to 27 came up and sat next to me. She smiled, and slid down between my legs, undoing my bottoms, moving to eat me. Her mouth on my pussy, I just stared and watched Aimee devour little Junie. And then past her a little, the older woman holding the baby.
Breaking the quiet, Junie gasped loud and hard, she moved to hold Aimee’s head away from her, but Aimee knew better. Junie was about to cum, so Aimee kept her pace, and Junie a few seconds later shook and moaned loudly. Aimee cupped her bottom and help her up closer to her mouth, maintaining her pace, determined to bring her off repeatedly. The girl between my legs opened her eyes and with her tongue in my pussy, looked at the scene to her left, as Junie struggled to get away from Aimee. Finally Aimee sensed what she had been looking for was about to happen. Junie spasmed, and then released a torrent of piss as she came violently. Aimee was soaked as Junie, holding her belly, shook. She slid down a little, ending on her side, trembling a little as Aimee petted her legs. The girl closed her eyes, looking like she was drifting off to sleep, but merely just laying there. Meanwhile, between my legs, the long slow eating of my pussy had me in heaven. It was so methodical, I knew I was not yet close to cumming, but my girl just kept plodding along.
After a minute or two, as Aimee comforted Junie, she looked to the older woman. The woman adjusted her lose, sleeveless top as in what seemed like an instant, revealed her breast. Holding a child in one arm, she motioned for Aimee to come to her, and Aimee obeyed. My girl automatically, put her mouth over the older woman’s nipple and began sucking on it. The fifty-something woman sighed. Aimee greedily sucked her breast, as the girl between my legs pushed her tongue deep into me. My head rolled back in pleasure, and when I returned my gaze to the woman, her legs were open, her skirt up, and her panties pulled to the side as Aimee ate her.
Somehow the bus was moving, by now, I don’t remember when it started. I just remember the older woman holding the child she was holding tight as Aimee dug between her legs and ate her with a vengeance. “Yes, gyal…”, she said over and over as Aimee ate her and pushed her legs apart. As I watched, Junie had moved to my lap and held me as she rested her head on my shoulder. The girl between my legs tasted everything I had- I was soaked. I made eye contact with the older woman and at the same time we allowed ourselves to cum."
