I rearranged the brightly colored sarong around my waist, pulling it down to emphasize the golden tan that had come up over the last few days. The fiery scarlet, greens and yellows that decorated the sarong’s azure background served as a striking contrast to my blonde hair and blue eyes. I pulled on the almost too small scarlet bikini top, wondering if a breast would accidentally fall out of it.
“You look amazing.” John said from behind me. His hands came up and caressed the slope of my shoulders then he moved lower, running one hand possessively across my flat stomach and slim hips, “I could keep you in this room all night long.”
“I know you could,” I said a bit impatiently as I twisted out of his grip. I loved for John to fuck me, loved to feel his hard prick inside my walls but we were on vacation on an island paradise and I wanted to see everything, experience everything, before we had to leave there.
John didn’t take it badly; one of the reasons I loved him so much and married him was that he was so eager to please me. He knew I craved excitement like some craved air and we had been skydiving, parasailing, mountain climbing and we had even learned how to swordfight. I was very grateful to have finally met someone who could keep up with me, who was willing to give me the excitement I needed and who would let me go to whatever lengths I needed to go to get what I needed and mostly I was grateful I had found someone willing to push me to find new adventures.
“I want to go out to the beach again, I would love to go deep sea diving. I know we don’t have that in the budget though,” I frowned at my reflection as I spoke.
“I’m sorry sweetie.”
“Let’s not dwell on it.” I said and skipped towards the door, enjoying the way the sarong’s hem swished against my bare legs. “It’s gorgeous outside.”
It was. The sun beat down on the soft white sand of the shore, palm trees waved in the gentle breezes and the sight of the enormous gates that kept the rest of the world at bay made my heart leap with elation.
We could not afford it, of course. Flying to the Bahamas had been one of those spur of the moment decisions that had always marked major milestones in our life. It was our anniversary and John had just been promoted so we decided to just go for it. I had grabbed up my free flight points and we had found the cheapest room possible then winged our way to the private island, dead set on having some serious adventures.
John is a good looking man with thick brown hair that falls in crisp waves across his high forehead, twinkling blue eyes and a full mouth that always seems ready to smile or seduce and I still look like the lingerie model I was before I decided to take a job as a flight attendant just because winging across the world is far more exciting than standing in front of a green screen posing for pictures. Neither of us mind using our looks or social skills to inveigle invitations onto excursions we can’t afford. Just the day before he had talked some woman into allowing us to ride around on her boat for half the day and I had shook my ass at a little bar until we had a table filled with free drinks so when we spotted the same couple we had talked to at dinner the night before we grinned at each other.
“They have the room with the gated gardens and private pool,” John said in a low voice, “That thing has to cost a grand a night.”
I smiled, thinking of our own tiny room, it was at the very back of the complex and while it had an ocean view that was lovely it did not have any of the amenities the other rooms had, like enormous Jacuzzi tub or marble floors or gold faucets. Not only that, some of the rooms came with the right to dock a boat and if I were not mistaken I had heard the two say they had sailed into the resort.
“They may be our deep sea diving excursion,” I whispered.
Adrenaline filled me just at the thought and John could see it, he immediately put his hand on the small of my back and guided me over to them, “Hello,” he said in his rich baritone, “We met last night didn’t we?”
The couple was gorgeous. She was a tall slender brunette with legs that went on for miles, a set of firm and large breasts and lips that held a lovely pout on their slick red surface. He had the build of an athlete, trim and muscular. His hair was as fair as mine but his eyes were a dark brown.
“We did,” she said in a smoky contralto. “I’m Alexa.”
Her hand stroked against my sarong, one finger streaked across the flesh just above the material and a strange little shiver went through me. I was vaguely unsettled by her touch, it turned me on and I was not used to that, a woman had never really attracted me before.
“I’m Kay and this is John.”
“Derek.” He would be a Derek, looking at him my arousal made sense; he had that confident air that I like.
We sat down at the bar and the conversation slid toward the island. Alexa professed to be bored, which surprised me. “I like the lack of Internet and television, it makes me have to come up with ideas of things to get into,” I said to that and she shrugged, an elegant little gesture that rolled her shimmery white sheath a bit farther down her deeply tanned chest. A brief glimpse of light pink made me flush a bit but not with shame, with lust.
Again that desire made me feel slightly uncomfortable. She caught me staring and smiled as she casually tugged the bodice back up a slight millimeter, hiding the aureole.
The night settled down around us and I began to feel a bit disappointed. Alexa and Derek seemed to be so blasé about everything: the big yacht, the extraordinary resort, the very ocean with its spangled waves and the rippling blue waters.
“Why don’t we go back to our room?” Alexa finally said, “It’s getting too crowded and noisy in here and we have lots of liquor there.”
“It’s a hell of a lot better than this stuff too,” Derek added as he set his glass down on the bar. “It will be fun.”
“Lots of fun,” Alexa said, her hand going to my knee and lingering a little longer than it should have. I could see that John had noticed that gesture, what was more, it turned him on. I knew exactly where his prick lay in his pants and I could tell that it was a bit thicker than it would have been if he were flaccid. I had a feeling that the invitation held a bit more than just a few drinks and I paused, thinking about it for a few seconds.
I looked around to buy some time, the other resort patrons had begun to crowd in and the dance floor was filled with bodies. The lights had begun to pulse in time with the music, making my head spin a bit. John gave me a little look that said he was game if I was.
“Let’s go,” I said recklessly.
“You have a great body.” Alexa said as we lay in the bubbling hot tub that sat in the middle of a garden in the back of her room.
“So do you.” I returned.
The scent of hibiscus and other flowers had made the night fragrant, the warm breezes rippled across our skins and the free flowing top shelf liquor had loosened all of us up. We were all tipsy and laughing, our bodies somehow all touching even though there was room for at least five more people in the huge tub.
Alexa’s hand rubbed against my bare breast, about twenty minutes before we had all abandoned the suits we wore, I could not recall whose idea that had been. My nipples tightened under her fingers and I shot a look at John, he was watching with the same look of indulgent joy he wore when I played roller derby or rugby or attempted to joust. That expression made me feel bold and I reached my hand out, rubbing her breast in return. I was shocked by the way her nipple went taut so quickly at my touch; it hardened below my fingers until it was as tight as a small pebble. Derek was watching too and I felt a small jolt of pleasure when he reached over and rubbed a finger across first Alexa’s nipple and then mine.
“I would love to fuck her just once,” Derek muttered and I blinked at him, why would he love to fuck Alexa just once, didn’t he do that already?
Alexa giggled and kissed me, a long slow deep kiss. I responded; my mouth opening below hers and my tongue working against hers but then I moved back, my eyes going back to John. The thrill of it held me tight, he saw that and he had a gleam in his eye I had seen before.