"Excuse me Mam, you must have a swimsuit on to go on the beach." Marcy lifted her belly, bikini was there. "Sorry Mam"

Darby escorted Marcy to the beautiful white sands, blue water, & colorful towels, umbrellas, w/ onlookers mesmerized by her size, white skin, giant red sun hat like a show w/ entourage.

As Darby and Marcy, Joe, Rollo, Jay, and Serina strolled onto the beach while a tanning crowd of tourists crowd looked on at the giant white woman who appeared to be naked, except for the top of her bikini that barely covered the enormous breasts resting on folds of white flesh. At 440 pounds and clearly not ashamed of her size, she smiled as her young man escorted her most women would love to make love to. She was in her glory as a celebrity, with her friends enjoying the attention as much as the sun. They settled on sheets and towels where Joe had a cabana tent set up in advance, great lawn chairs, drinks, and a waiter coming from the hotel to the beach. Darby had never lived so well; being attended to by others his age and older as servants was new to him. He had always been the servant, waiter, bus boy, dishwasher, cook, and bar tender but rarely served and never on such an elaborate scale. He was impressed by the privilege of wealth, though Joe was a snob, Rollo a bit of a kiss-ass catering to whims that Darby felt was like watching a puppy with its master waiting for treats and pets, attention to let it know it is in good standing.

Marcy convinced Darby to go on one of the horse rides down the beach. Little knowing, he was being paraded for her to watch the girls and boys look at what she considered her piece of eye candy. As she saw it, that made her look good when he returned to her little island of attention after the ride. Soon after, she had him head off to ride on the parachute that lifted from the shore high above as they pulled the riders on the parachute along the beaches down and back to drop them into the shallow water again. It looked fun, thought Darby as he headed out to the shores to get into the harness. Little did Darby understand he had become arm-candy of a sort to Marcy, in a way for Joe as part of his entourage, but in the moment, he was having fun, never having been able to afford such pleasures, a vacation to Mexico in style, and indeed no significant concerns at 29, feeling fine, his back not bothering him much, his mind well distracted. It was a good day in the sun.

Darby had never been on a parachute ride, and as he climbed into the harness, he did not think about the sand that got on the straps that would go between his legs for the ride. Later he understood how that could wear on his butt, or worse, especially after the man strapping Darby in and instructing the boat to lift off, pulled down Darby’s shorts, exposing his white butt to the crowd, to Marcy’s smile as her $10 tip paid to the guy who pulled down Darby’s pants paid off in Spades, or Hearts in her case, seeing the girls watching and knowing she had already tasted what they wanted, she felt special, and laughed as Joe and others watched Darby try to get his bathing suit back up over his bunns with sand now between them. He did not know Marcy had paid for the stunt that he had just been victim too. Embarrassed, literally, he laughed at how foolish he must have looked to the crowd, who probably saw that trick played on tourists regularly. Who expects their pants to be pulled down as they go up into the air to dangle, nuts already squeezed? It is no easy task to get your bathing suit back up while holding onto the parachute straps and not jerking all about, looking even more entertaining for those laughing on the beaches below. That was not fun, Darby thought as he splashed into the salty water, finally getting the sand out of his reddened butt. Marcy smiled, and Joe laughed as Darby walked up, but neither admitted they had paid for the show, and they had enjoyed it much more than he did.

After a few hours, the entourage exited the beach for lunch. Joe had arranged a spread in his suite at the top of the hotel above the guests' rooms. Darby had not spoken much with Jay and Serina, “nearly engaged to be married,” Jay said. Darby figured they were a couple in their late-thirties, her very well preserved, maybe older, thus more delectable. They were enjoying their time, an early honeymoon, but Darby caught Serina’s eye a few times, and as she was staring at him, he caught her eye. Still, she did not turn away; instead blinked… both times, then smiled. Darby felt it was not just imagination, but something was up. He was drawn to test his ability to communicate, selflessly dedicated to learning Cunni-forms of linguistics. He felt the call to see if there might be a service he could provide that might, in turn, give him a chance to learn what he yearned for, how to speak silently with touch, not words, to see what could be. While they were only there for a short week over the New Year, he suspected he would learn more of her winks and smile and perhaps get a chance to communicate privately for a bit of silent conversation. Intercourse with such women is clearly not a good idea, and Darby had no intention of risking such consequences as parting with seeds in the wrong places can grow into… but he thought if he could just catch her for a moment, perhaps a short chat, he could offer her a gift to remember once no longer a bachelorette.

After the lunch spread, on the last day there, as the bags were being packed, Jay had left for a couple of hours to shop for his obsession with stone eggs created from agate and other stones from the region. Serina had no interest in such eggs and balls but stayed in the hotel. As she went up to the room, Darby too was going back to his room, and they met in the elevator for the ride to the 13th floor, unusual to see on elevators. Joe had half of the 14th floor, but our rooms had balconies overlooking the bay on one side, the ocean on the other. Serina invited Darby to take a look out her side of the hotel if he wanted, their rooms being on opposite sides… he suggested she could look out the other side too. Still, they started by entering the beautiful suite Serina was in. It was incredible, large with couches, a bar, and a view of the Pacific worth putting on postcards. The sun was already falling to the west, reflecting into the room enough to tilt the shades and dim the bright light. As she did, Darby asked if she was into Cunni-form Communication, with a sly smile, knowing she would ask what that was.

“What is Cunni-form about?” she responded with a smile as she sort of had an idea but was concerned Darby was gay, not wanting to risk having sex with him and being in a precarious situation if she wanted to go forward with her present relationship with Jay. She was not ready to settle down, but getting old enough that finding guys with secure lifestyles was getting harder, and he was a nice guy. She did not feel that passion with him, though, the touch, the feeling of his energy passing between them. Darby, Wibbling mind to mind, sensed this and suggested that Cunni-lingus was a form of Wubbling to communicate love between beings. He would like to demonstrate how he was learning an artform language of tongues that she might appreciate.

She was already wet hearing him speak, watching him already on the beach. She had actually imagined his head buried between her legs while she writhed on the towel in public, others wishing they could have a young man licking, touching her to make her feel like a goddess being serviced by a man, without obligation to return the favors, just to savor and enjoy. How did her imagination lead to such an offering… “the Secret? wow… it works!” She was suddenly moving toward him to hear him better, and he reached out to touch her hand as she approached him; licking her lips, he proffered that he was not intending or wanting to have intercourse, but wished to practice an artform he was studying to find perfection if it existed, and to see what it might take to give her a climax without penetration, obligation, or worries about what might come the next day.

She was intrigued, seduced by her own fantasy already; Darby did not know he need not ask, but as she fell back on the bed to flip up her skirt, he saw she was more prepared than he thought, her blonde furry crotch exposed as he fell to his knees at the end of the bed, and put his head right where she imagined it.