Free Range

Syd dressed in a pair of tight white slacks and her highest heels, since she wouldn’t be spending much time on her feet today. After finally busting the biggest of Mr. Bigs, she and Nancy were finally taking a well-deserved vacation, a first-class flight out from LAX. The city was even paying for it, after some assurances that they would be keeping quiet about some of the more embarrassing ways that Big’s organization had dovetailed with the city government.

And so, after literally years of fantasizing about it, they were finally going to Jurassic World.

Syd stood topless in front of her mirrored closet door. The pants were a size too small. They hugged the thickness of her toned ass and the roundness of her full hips like they would never let it go. The perfect thing to wear while being sexy and free and on vacation.

Next, she examined the pert handfuls of her breasts. Not a mark could be seen on their mocha coloring or on the two little clumps of brown sugar that were her nipples. The whip might’ve burned like fire and raised white lightning bolts across her chest, but it hadn’t left scars. Syd took a breast in each hand and squeezed them—there was no pain. Which was a relief. She wasn’t flying to no monastery, so she wouldn’t be acting like a nun.

Happily, Syd picked out one of her bras and sidled it over her bust. Even knowing how good it would make her look, Syd still clicked her tongue at how her breasts ended up, lifted up invitingly from her slender chest and with the nipples playfully hinted at by just a snitch of a lace panel. The near-translucent segments went through all the B-cups of her bra, like black on a dartboard… she liked how her own skin set off the blue lingerie.

“Good morning, Patrick,” she purred to her reflection, admiring herself from one last angle before reaching for a pale blue top. “And good morning, Nanc.”

She pulled on the blouse. The tight material showed off the sweet, if gratuitous, thrust that the bra gave her tits. The scooped front revealed a little of her cleavage; she just needed a little to remind Patrick of what he was missing.  

As she’d expected, her phone started to ring. Patrick and Nancy, the good little Reaganites, wanting her to get to the airport four hours early or something ridiculous like that. Served her right for getting into a situation with a whiteboy and a lady cholo.

Of course, as a cop, Colored Person Time had been stamped out of her somewhere between the academy and getting her gold shield. She already had her bags packed and after a quick text, she was out the door to load her shit into the back of Patrick’s Tahoe. Which had him and his wife and little Isabel in stick figures on the back window.

Fuck me, if I didn’t know this guy could fuck, I’d be merciless about Nancy just eating up this whitebread.

Patrick got her bags. Nancy hugged her. The Latina had on a clingy dress which just about broadcast every enthralling curve of her lithe body. Her partner patted Syd’s lush hip.

“Patrick’s kicking cancer’s ass,” she whispered in Syd’s ear. “And his libido’s back with a vengeance. Last night, he fucked me all over the bedroom. If you shined a blacklight at the ceiling…”

“Oh, now she gets nasty? Oh-kay! I like Vacation Nancy,” Syd announced.

“Don’t bitch, after all the times you bragged about the dick you got! Then again, maybe it’s been a little while?” Nancy twisted one of Syd’s stiff nipples between her callused fingers. Syd felt her pussy twitch. “You should not be this turned on by hearing about married sex!”

“I agree! Maybe it has been too long.”

It hadn’t, of course. And it had.

It’d been too long since she had Patrick inside her, really fucking her, hollowing her out and leaving her wide open, like what had Nancy glowing this fine morning.

And it hadn’t been long at all since she’d tried getting over him by getting under Bruno, him and his big hunk of white meat. He’d hooked her on his fat cock and let her hang while the flog got used on her small nipples, her firm breasts.

“I had a pretty good prospect—whips and chains type—but he got a little too into whipping me. Fun’s fun, but remember the struggle.”

Nancy moaned sympathetically. “Sydney Burnett, suddenly wanting a little tenderness.”

“I know. I gotta cut the man-dick out of my diets.” She grabbed a handful of Nancy’s ass through her thin, soft dress. “Just go for pussy until I can appreciate rough sex again.”

“You ladies ready to go?” Patrick asked, slamming the backdoor shut.

“Not going to defend my honor?” Nancy teased. “Look at this crazy lady molesting me!”

“Somehow I think there’ll be enough for both of us,” Patrick said, eying how her hips filled out the fall of her dress. At her hips, the sleek lines of the garment curved out like a bell, her ass tight and toned and bulging, before her body became slender thighs and long legs and delicate little feet in sneakers, because God forbid Nancy McKenna couldn’t run after a suspect or her kid on a moment’s notice. “Come on, mount up. We’ve all been in LA long enough to know what the traffic is like.”

“You’re good to sit down?” Nancy asked Syd, getting her own back by giving her a slap on the ass. It was a little bigger than Nancy’s, but it had the same satisfying firmness that made a spanking sound like rolling thunder.

“God, wish I wasn’t. The way guys ass-fuck these days, it’s like they don’t even appreciate what the woman is letting them do. Too many bisexuals, man, they too into that shit. That stuff’s for birthdays and Christmases, they doin’ it up in the club! In the bathroom!”

***

Traffic was light. They made LAX, made their flight, then it was trying to read novels and ignore babies until they landed in Costa Rica.

Collecting their luggage was the usual bitch and the shuttle bus was the unpleasant aftertaste of the flight’s monotone inconvenience. The eight hour flight had eaten up the whole day, but the departure point for Jurassic World was a resort in itself.

No shit hard-plastic chairs, no fluorescent lighting, no ads blaring in the air. It was the start of the Jurassic World experience. A cabana set right on the beach, where they could stretch out under umbrellas and wait for the ferry.

“They actually have little drinks in coconuts! With straws! And umbrellas!” Nancy gasped, grabbing Patrick’s arm, her enthralled eyes following the vacationer who’d gotten one at the bar. “I want one, I want one!”

“Girl, you need to get to the club more often,” Syd told her.

“I’m pushing forty. I don’t need the club, I just need a drink.”

Nancy untucked Patrick’s shirt, unzipped his money belt, and tore loose a twenty from the wad he was protecting from pickpockets.

“Who else wants some?”

“Pick me up a real drink. Those little airplane bottles insulted me with their smallness,” Syd said.

Patrick shrugged. “I’ll have what you’re having.”

Nancy whooped in pleasure at Patrick joining in. “Two coconuts coming up! And I’ll see about getting you some rum, Cap’n Sydney.”

She moved off, hips swinging, and Syd admired the show. “Two coconuts. Right. That girl is going to kill me when she busts out the bikini.”

Patrick was staring straight ahead, taking in the roll of waves caressing the shoreline, the gulls hovering in place on the breeze, the sunset letting the sky break free of the bright blue tropics and indulge itself with all the pinks and purples and reds that it wanted.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re not into that,” Syd continued. “You put a ring on it.”

“Believe me, I do remember. But you really think this is a world where I want to talk about how hot my wife is with you?”

Syd leaned back on her lounge chair, adjusting her sunglasses over her eyes. “Don’t see why not. Nancy and I could talk about how great your dick game is—why not talk about how nice her ass is with me?”

“Don’t joke about that.”

Syd turned on her side to face him. “Fuck’s sake, man, why are you being such a little bitch about this? You had cancer. Nancy gave you a hall pass. You could fuck anyone you wanted and you fucked me. You wanted to keep it secret, okay, dying man’s last wish. But the cancer’s gone! You and Nancy already opened it up, why go back to missionary with the lights off? I thought you were ready for the next level.”

“Has it occurred to you that Nancy might take it a little personally that, first chance I got, I fucked her best friend?”

“Nah. Has it occurred to you that Nancy might be into that? Because I’m telling you, boy, if it were was her that had the hall pass, she’d’ve busted down my door same as you did.”

Patrick thumped his head against the slats backing the lounge chair. “Your ego is unbelievable, you know that?”

“A whole city of hoes to fuck and you went for me. I know what I got.”

“I thought Nancy would want me to keep it in the family. What she really wanted is for me to be able to have any woman I want and still pick her.”

Syd shook her head ruefully. “Fucking buyer’s remorse… Man, that is just what she’s telling you. She’s not gon say she’s disappointed you didn’t fuck nasty! She’ll tell you what you want to hear!”

“And you’ll tell yourself anything that—” Patrick broke off as Nancy returned, bearing a drink tray with something for all of them.

“What do you think, guys? All I need is a hula skirt and a lei necklace!”

Syd took the one glass from between two strawed coconuts. “You came to the right place for a lei, Nancy baby. Patrick and I were just talking about it.”

“I’ll bet.” Sitting on his lap, Nancy undid the top button on Patrick’s guayabera shirt. “Isabel won’t be flying in for a week, so Syd, you’ll have the room to yourself and Patrick and I will have our room to ourselves.” She undid another button. “How long a boat trip is it?”

“Two hours,” Syd told her.

Nancy mewled, faux-miserable. She twirled one of Patrick’s chest hairs around her finger. “I cannot wait to be checked into our beach house. I am just going to crawl right into bed and fall asleep until I’m completely purged of jet lag.”

“You’re not making a beeline for the T-rex exhibit?”

“Rexy has waited sixty-five million years. He can wait another day.” Nancy set a finger down on Patrick’s chest. She felt his heart pounding. “How about we go explore the bush, gringo?”

Patrick looked away from the shore to the line of palm trees and shrubs that became the jungle. It looked impenetrable. “What, now?”

“It’ll help my jet lag. You find a log, I’ll bend over it… Syd can come and get us when the ferry arrives.”

Syd nodded briskly. “I’ll inform you right away after two minutes. Always been curious which of you are on top…”

“Nanc, there are about a million tourists here with cameras. You really wanna get naked behind a, a bush?”

Nancy jutted out her lower lip. “Hmm… no, but we can do hand stuff.”

“Choke her,” Syd suggested. “She always seems really hyper after a suspect tries to throttle her. Might be her clit.”

The foghorn blast rolling onto shore stole all their attention. There was the ferry, out past the breakers, its mast swaying merrily as the waves rolled it from side to side.

“And I was going to get choked,” Nancy moaned, popping her straw into her mouth and sucking on her coconut.