Finally a vacation. But not just any vacation, this is the trip I’ve been dreaming about for years. Now that the business is going well and all the bills are paid I felt like I deserved this two weeks in Club Med, Bora Bora.
On the plane I tried to change my mind-set and stop thinking about work. I noticed the attractive stewardess and started to imagine what she must looks like under that dark blue uniform. She was petite, about 5’2″, about 100 pounds, with nice breasts, a small waist that curved to a very small, firm ass. She had the most gorgeous green eyes and a perfect mouth highlighted by red lipstick. Her hair was as black as coal and was short in a very chic style. Her smile as she passed my seat was the kind of smile that leaves me breathless. And I started to daydream about her.
By the way maybe I should describe myself. I like to think of myself as better than average looking. I am 5’8″, 145 lbs, short brown hair, blue eyes and a mustache. I like to stay in shape by mountain biking and exercising on the weight machine and stair master in my basement. I’ve never been the muscle-bound type but I think I look pretty good.
I watched again as she came toward me and I tried to get a better look at her. When she stopped at a passenger a couple of rows in front of me I couldn’t help staring. Even in the white blouse, blue jacket and short skirt of her uniform, she made my heart beat faster. As she talked to the passenger she leaned over to hand a drink to this older gentleman. I strained my neck to try to get a better look at her. She had the top three buttons of her blouse undone, and even from where I was sitting I could see part of her boobs and the top of the white lace demi bra she was wearing as she leaned over.
It’s a good thing I was in first class and the seat next to me was vacant. Otherwise my attempts to get a better look at her might not have gone un-noticed. Even as it is as I was staring at her she looked up and before I could turn my eyes away she looked right at me. I quickly looked past her and tried to act as if I were just daydreaming and not really looking at her. I could feel my heart pounding and I feared that I have just been caught but I try to act nonchalant. As I again quickly looked back at her I noticed that she is once again talking to the older gentleman in the gray suit. Deciding that maybe my ruse fooled her I start to relax and decide to take a nap and fantasize about her.
I don’t remember the details of my dreams other than to say that I do remember they were about the stewardess. After what seemed like only a couple of minutes I heard someone saying “Sir, excuse me, Sir.” and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I awoke from my dream world and looked up into the face of the stewardess. She was leaning over me and had her right hand on my shoulder. As I slowly came back to reality, I tried to focus my eyes and was looking down her blouse which is still unbuttoned and falling away from her as she was bent over me. Still being not totally coherent I forgot that she was looking at me and I think I stared a little too long. But what I saw is a perfect pair of breasts that are barely contained in a sheer white lace demi bra. The next thing that I noticed is that my dick was straining against my khaki pants. The feeling of my hard-on throbbing brought me back to the present and I realized that I was staring at her. I tried to sit up a little to ease the pressure on my dick. I shifted in my seat and moved my gaze to her face. She was looking right into my eyes and smiling.
“You look like you’re getting a little bit stiff. Would you like a drink?” she said with a smile.
I wondered if she was referring to the obvious bulge in my pants or just commenting about the uncomfortable seats.
“Sure, that would be great. How about a ScrewDriver” I answered as I’m transfixed by her green eyes.
“My name is Andrea, as you can see from my name tag.” she remarked.
Name tag? Is she wearing a name tag? I quickly glance at her jacket and notice that she indeed is wearing a name tag. When I again looked up at her she seemed to be grinning. I think I have been caught again.
“I’ll be right back with your drink.” and she turned and walked back toward the front of the plain.
Watching her walk away from me I got a good look at her ass, it was awesome. Firm and round and with a very slight wiggle. I also notice that it’s very smooth and I wonder if she is wearing a thong or maybe no panties at all to get that smooth look.
Before she returned I shifted a little more to loosen the strain on my dick and I lowered the tray to help hide the bulge in my pants.
When she returned with the drink it took all my strength to not look down her blouse again as she handed it to me.
“Thanks,” I said “How long ’till we land?”
“About another 40 minutes. This is last call for drinks.” she said as she moved past my seat towards the passengers in the main cabin.
Just as I was finishing my drink the captain came over the intercom and announced that we were beginning our approach and would be on the ground in a few minutes. I quickly downed the last of the drink and waited for Andrea to come and take the glass before we landed.
She came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder again.
“Are you finished with that?” she asked.
I said that I was and she took the glass and proceeded to the front of the plane. God she was beautiful! Her ass looked so good in that skirt that I started to get hard again.
As I was leaving the plain and carrying my luggage past the cock-pit and the stewardesses’ station I noticed her standing there talking to the passengers as they left.
“I hope you had a pleasant flight.” she said as I approached.
“Yes, the flight was fine and the service was excellent.” I said.
“You still look a little stiff. Maybe you need some time to relax on the beach.” she said with a big smile and what I thought was a wink.
“Do you know if the beach at Club Med is very nice? That’s where I’m going.” I commented. I wondered if she was staying on the island, and figured I might as well let her know where I was going to be.
“Oh yes, it’s very nice there. Have a nice stay.” she said and turned to the next passenger.
Since I only have my carry-on luggage I headed straight for a taxi and avoided the crowd of people trying to get their luggage from the carrousel.
“To Club Med.” I told the taxi driver. The drive to Club Med was gorgeous and the weather was perfect.
“Is the weather always like this?” I asked the driver.
“No” he said “Usually it’s better.” This is paradise I thought to myself.
“How about the beaches around here, are they really crowded?” I asked the driver.
“Some of them are. But Club Med has its own private beach so it’s never going to be very crowded.” he answered.
As we drove along the road following the coast line I couldn’t believe that I was finally there. This has got to be the most beautiful place on earth. The water was the most incredible shade of aqua-blue you have ever seen in your life. And the shoreline was lined with palm trees and wild flowers. The breeze from the shore and the waves on the beach were almost intoxicating.
After about 45 minutes we approached a gated fence. Above the iron gate in script lettering was the name Club Med.
A guard at the gate asked for my reservation information and checked his list before letting us pass. We drove about a half a mile through the incredible grounds. The grass was thick and green. There were exotic flower gardens and fountains with statues of Tahitian gods scattered throughout the enormous estate. There were a couple of gazebos covered with flowering vines and huge palm trees everywhere.
The main building, as with all the buildings on the resort, was designed in the native style and colors but still had all the modern conveniences. The drive is circular with fountain in the center. The fountain was quite large and made of stone including the statue in the center. This statue was of the goddess of love as I later found out.
As soon as we stopped a bellhop came out and got my bags and headed for the check-in counter. I paid the driver and headed for the registration desk.
After checking-in and getting an enormous amount of information about the resort, I followed the bellhop to my bungalow.
The resort is made up of the main building which has a restaurant, exercise facilities with a massage parlor and steam room, a bar called Los Buhos and a three fresh-water pools. One of the pools is behind the main building and goes right up to the beach so that it looks like it flows right into the pacific. Next to the main pool is an outdoor restaurant with a thatched roof and a dance floor. Another smaller pool is located to the right of the restaurant and a little farther away from the beach. The final pool is to the left of the main pool and even farther back than the second. All three have a swim-up bar and chairs for tanning around them. There are only 20 bungalows and 15 suites on the whole 90-acre resort.
Although it was the middle of the afternoon I notice there were only a few people on the beach and a few more than that around the pools.
My bungalow was the last one on the beach and to the right of the main building. Walking along the horseshoe shaped beach lined with palm trees and exotic wild flowers I could smell the salt air and a mixture of the flowers that are everywhere and I start to feel relaxed already. The aqua-blue water lapping at the shore and the sight of bikini clad women made me think I’d died and gone to heaven.
I noticed one particularly sexy blond woman in a white bikini, I must have been staring again because the bellhop stopped and said “God I love my job. It just doesn’t get any better than this does it?”
“I guess not.” I responded with a chuckle.
“Is this a nude beach?” I asked.
“It’s clothing optional.” he answered.
“I think I’m going to like it here.” I said as I kept an eye on the blond.
We continued down the walk along the beach and toward my bungalow. The winding path ran behind the other bungalows which are all situated on the beach. They are well spaced and each has two private porches, one on the beach and one facing the other direction. As we passed the other bungalows I noticed some of the guests, most of which appeared to be about my age, 31.
“Do you know about any of the other quests here?” I asked my guide.
“Well maybe. What do you want to know?” he replied.
“I’ve noticed some of the women here seem to be alone. Do you know if they are here alone?” I said thinking about the woman from the beach in the white bikini.
“If you can tell me which number they are in I can check and see what I can find.” The bellhop said.
“I was thinking about that woman back there.” I said with a smile “Do you think you could find out for me?”
He replied “Sure I know who she is. She works here at the bar. She stays here most of the year round. I don’t think she has a boyfriend because I’ve never seen her with anyone, but I just started working here a few weeks ago.”
“Well here is yours. Do you want me to show you around?” he asked as we approached my bungalow, number one.
“No. I think I can figure it out for myself.” I thanked him and gave him a tip.
After closing the door and putting my luggage on the dresser, I checked out the place.
‘This is incredible’ I thought. Large picture windows in the living room on either side of the sliding glass door to the porch looked out onto the palm tree lined beach. The bedroom was quite large, but not overly so, again with large windows and a ceiling fan above the king-sized bed. Off of the bedroom was a beautiful tiled bathroom that had an oversized shower stall with two shower heads. A small kitchen is to the right of the main room. As I walked out the back door to see the back porch I was very glad to see that it was surrounded with a four foot lattice privacy fence and in the middle of the porch was a hot tub.
After finishing my perusal of the bungalow and a short nap to relieve some of the jet-lag, I decided to walk back to the restaurant and get some dinner. So dressed in my shorts and casual shirt I headed back up the path. I was trying to decide what I was going to order when I looked up just in time to keep from walking right into a woman. She had her head turned back over her shoulder as she walked and if I hadn’t looked up we would have collided head-on. I tried to spin out of the way and yelled as I veered to the left and stepped off of the path. She spun around and dropped the things she was carrying just in time to see me go off the path and fall on my ass as I twisted my ankle on one of the stones lining the path.
My ankle was red hot but I tried not to show the pain. I already felt like a total fool in front of this woman and I didn’t want her to think I was a wimp too.
“Are you O.K.?” she said turning to me “You took a pretty bad fall.” She walked over to the edge of the path where I had gone off.
“I’m so sorry! I thought I heard someone call me and I wasn’t looking where I was going” she said apologetically.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” I lied, sitting there looking up at this incredibly sexy woman. She was wearing a neon pink bikini and had a very nice body. She looked like she worked out a lot but was not overly muscular.
I got up and tried to act cool but when I stood on my throbbing ankle I winced and fell back on my ass.
“Here, let me help you. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.” she said approaching me.
Even with my ankle feeling like it had just exploded the pain was completely forgotten momentarily and all I could do was stare at her body as she came over to me. From my position on the ground I looked up slowly at her. She had nice legs that made me think she must do aerobics. The tiny bikini that she wore was very small in front and I swear it must have just covered her. The material was thin and I could see the shape and outline of a beautiful pussy. I could tell from the size of the bikini that she didn’t have a lot of hair down there either. From there my eyes took in the view of her sexy hips and a very trim stomach. Finally I looked up to her chest. She had two perfect tits that were barely held by the tiny triangles of material. I could see her hard nipples through the thin material of her top. Around her neck she wore a gold necklace that fell between those beautiful boobs that made her tan seem even darker.
I came out of my daze and smiled to her as I said “Don’t worry about it. I’m O.K., just a little embarrassed.”
“Don’t be silly. It was my fault. Here let me help you up, you’re hurt.” and she bent over to help me up.
When she bent over me her magnificent boobs were very close to my face. They looked even better close up and I wanted to reach up and take hold of one. There was just the right amount of give to them when she bent over to give me a perfect view and to tell me that they were all real. The thought of sucking on those boobs until her nipples stood erect made me forget about the pain in my ankle. She reached her hand out to me and I took it in my right hand. I was careful to put all the pressure on my other leg as I tried to stand. When she pulled me up she bent her arms and this brought my hand to within an inch of her firm, tan breasts. I stood on my left leg and she brought my right arm around her shoulder so that she was standing touching me and supporting me on my right side. The feel of her warm soft skin and the smell of the coconut tanning oil she must have been using, not to mention the fact that now my right hand was poised right above her right boob, made my head swim.
With a concerned look she asked, “Do you want to see a doctor?”
“No. If you could just help me back to my room that would be great.” I replied as I came back to reality. “It’s number one.”
“Can you walk that far if I help?” she inquired.
Under normal circumstances I would have toughed-it-out and walked back on my own. But I figured I might as well take advantage of the situation as long as I could. I mean it’s not every day that I get to have my arm around a beautiful woman in a bikini.
“Yeah I can make it as long as we go slowly.” I replied. “But what about your stuff you dropped?”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll came back for it. I’m glad to see you arrived O.K. No problems with the taxi from the airport?” she asked, then added “Sometimes they try to take advantage of the tourists.”
‘How does she know that I just arrived from the airport?’ I wondered to myself. I must have had a bewildered look on my face because she laughed and said “You don’t remember me do you?”
My mind was desperately trying to remember who this woman was. ‘Is she an old girlfriend?’ No. I never dated anyone that looked like this. ‘Maybe someone from school?’ No. I wouldn’t forget someone as sexy as this. ‘Then who?’
I could feel that sinking feeling I get when I know that I’m supposed to know someone but can’t remember their name or why I know them. I could feel my face turning red.
“From the plane. This morning. The flight. The Stewardess.” she said with amazement.
Then it all came to me. She was the stewardess that I was trying to sneak peeks at on the plane. Andrea was her name.
“Sure I remember. Andrea right?” I said with some relief She smiled and said “That’s very good. What’s your name?”
“Andrew.” I said “Nice to meet you.”
We limped back to my room and she helped me to the bed where I sat down to take a look at my ankle. It was already starting to swell and turn an ugly shade of blue. I had my right leg bent up and my foot on my left knee to try to get a better look.
“Let me see.” she said, and without waiting for a response she knelt down in front of me, again the closeness and slight jiggle of her beautiful boobs along with the smell of the coconut oil started to excite me.
“You should stay off that and put it up with some ice on it.” she said looking up at me with her green eyes.
I could feel that I was getting an erection and started to get a little flustered. She looked back down to my foot and I could tell she noticed the growing bulge in my pants.
(I don’t know why, but I’ve always been a little shy around women. It’s not that I don’t like women because I love women. I love their sense of humor and sensitivity, their wit and intelligence. I love the sound of their voices; their eyes that can make your knees weak; soft full lips that you would love to kiss or have around your cock; an infectious laugh; soft yet firm breasts and dark nipples that stand out when they get excited; a taught stomach, round little ass; tight, wet, warm pussy that feels like heaven when you’re inside; strong legs to show off in a nice dress or to wrap around your waist. I guess I just don’t want to seem like I’m coming on too strong when I’m with a woman. I was taught to be a gentleman but sometimes I think I come off as being too quiet.)
“It’s really starting to swell.” she said looking back up at me with a smile. “I know what to do. I’ll be right back” and she turned to leave.
As she walked out of the room I got my first good look at her ass. It was as beautiful and firm as the rest of her. The neon pink material didn’t cover her ass and had nestled between two round tan cheeks.
‘Yeah, she works-out. Probably does a Stairmaster and Aerobics, or maybe bike rides.’ I thought to myself as I admired her walk to the door. I was also wondering if her remark about “It really starting to swell.” was about my ankle or my dick. Whatever she was referring to I liked it.
When she was gone I decided to change my shorts since these were now grass- stained from my fall and I didn’t want to look like a total jerk in front of this sexy woman. I quickly took off my shirt, shorts and underwear and threw them into the corner. I considered jerking-off before she came back to satisfy my throbbing cock but after a few strokes I was afraid she might come back too soon. I tried to walk over to the dresser where my luggage was to get some clean clothes but my right ankle screamed with pain. I hopped over to my luggage and went to open it when I remembered that I had put the stupid key to the luggage in the desk in the front room. I hopped out to the living room and was approaching the desk when I looked up and saw her coming up the front walk.
‘Shit! How is she back so soon?’ I thought as I hopped as fast as I could back to the bedroom.
As I heard the front door close she yelled “I’m back. I brought some ice for your ankle.”
My clothes were on the other side of the room so I hopped into the bathroom and closed the door just as I heard her enter the bedroom.
“Are you still here?” I heard through the door.
“Yeah I’m in here.” I called.
“You are supposed to stay off that foot.” she scolded “What are you doing up?”
I had to think fast but my mind went blank. I couldn’t think of anything to say to get me out of this situation without embarrassment.
“Are you O.K.?” she asked through the door.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I answered, then added “Could you do me a favor?” I figured that there was no way out so I might as well ask her to help.
“Sure. What do you want?” I could tell she was right next to the door as she answered.
“There is a desk in the living room and in the top left drawer there is a set of keys. Would you get them for me?” answering through the door I said.
I heard her leave the room and return just seconds later.
“O.K. here they are. Do you want them?” she called.
“No. Would you get me some clean clothes to wear. The small key on the ring fits my luggage on the dresser. I wanted to get out of those other clothes because they were dirty but I didn’t have time.” I asked and waited for her response.
“Sure. No problem. Just a second.”
I could hear her walk over to the dresser and unzip the luggage. Just then my heart stopped. ‘Did I put the condoms in the luggage on top of everything else?’ I didn’t want her to think that was the only reason I was here.
After a minute I heard through the door “Here you go.” as she opened the door I was standing just far enough back from the door that it didn’t hit me when she opened it. I was standing there naked as she reached in and handed me the clothes. She hadn’t bothered to get any clothes for herself when she was out and was still wearing only the bikini. I could feel myself getting hard again, she looked me right in the eye, smiled and then she closed the door. I took the clothes and was about to get dressed when I noticed that she had only given me a pair of silk boxer shorts not any pants or shirt. Now the shirt didn’t bother me, but how could I go out there to her with a hard-on and nothing to keep it under control? I thought about it for a minute and decided rather than say anything and feel like a fool I’d just go out there and try to hide it.
She was sitting on the bed when I opened the door. She looked at me with a sly smile and asked if I needed any help.
“No. I’m O.K.” I lied again and tried to walk to the bed.
As soon as my right foot hit the floor I knew it was a bad idea. I lifted it off the floor almost losing my balance. I had to hop around on my other foot or fall on my ass again, which I was determined not to do. As I hopped and attempted to keep my balance she started to get up to help me but I got it under control and said that I could make it.
“O.K.” she said and went over to the bed again.
As I hopped over to the bed I could feel my dick and balls bouncing up and down inside the loose shorts. Apparently she noticed too because I saw her look down and then get a smile on her face. I finally made it over to the bed and sat down. I could feel my dick creating a tent in my boxers without anything to control it.
“Put your feet up here and let me see that.” she said.
I swung my legs up onto the bed so that my feet were nearer her at the end of the bed. As I did this the damn shorts rode up on my thighs.
“Just lay back and let me see that ankle.” she said.
“It’s really not that bad.” I tried to convince her “I’ll just stay off it for a while.”
She looked at me again and told me to lay back. She said it almost as an order but she had a smile on her face. My ankle was really throbbing and I could feel my erection subsiding so I lay back and decided to let her help. She looked for a minute and said that she would put some ice on it to help with the swelling. She got up and went over to beside the table where she left the ice bucket. I couldn’t help but look at her beautiful ass again when she walked. When she bent over to pick up the bucket the bikini bottom rode-up even higher between her cheeks.
‘Oh my god. What an ass.’ I thought as I could see her bent over in front of me. She got some ice and put it in a wet towel and came over and sat facing me at the end of the bed.
As I lied there on my back with my head propped up with a couple of pillows and my arms behind my head she sat Indian style with her legs crossed and applied the ice to my ankle. Sitting as she was with her legs apart caused the fabric of her bikini to mold to her pussy in the sexiest way. I couldn’t help but stare at the way the material caressed her and formed to the contours of her pussy. I could feel my cock getting hard. At that point she turned her attention away from my foot and looked up at me and said.
“The ice should help with the swelling and keep it from getting too stiff.”
‘She’s doing it again!’ I thought to myself. ‘Is she just referring to my ankle or does she say it like that so that to get a rise out of me?’ Well whatever the case she sure was getting a rise out of me. Between her sexual innuendo and the sight of her sitting like that I was developing a major hard-on. I could feel my dick rising in the boxers and the feeling of the smooth silk material rubbing against the head of my growing cock made it grow even faster. I tried to stay calm and tried to divert her attention away from the bulge growing in my lap by talking to her. I tried to look her in the eyes and hold her gaze away from my stiffening member.
“How did you get here so soon if we were both on the same flight?” I asked as I frantically tried to make small talk.
“Actually I’ve been here for a week. I just had to work the flight today because something came up and one of the other attendants couldn’t make it. So I worked today and then I don’t have to work again until next weekend.” she replied.
“Do you like your job?” I again queried.
“Yeah, I get to travel and meet people and see some pretty interesting things.” she said with a slight smirk.
It was at that point that I realized that my erection was not only standing straight up and creating quite a bulge in the boxers, but that it had pulled the material up and created a rather large opening in the leg hole and that my balls must be in plain view from where she was sitting.
“Would you like me massage it? That might make the swelling go down and relieve the stiffness?” she asked with a smile.
“No!” a yelped.
“Well if you’re sure.” she said and gave a slight chuckle.
“I’m fine. Thanks. Really I’m alright. It’ll be O.K.” I babbled and sat up thinking that that would help conceal my erection. But when I sat up the silk material of the boxers slid and my throbbing cock was now threatening to pop out through the opening in the front. I could feel the tip just barely poking through this hole. I took a quick desperate glance down and sure enough my dick was just about to show itself in all its glory.
“What time is it?!” I asked trying not to sound too desperate in my attempt to distract her She looked back up at me with those green eyes and said “I don’t know I don’t have a watch.” That was the chance I was looking for. As she looked at me I reached down and quickly repositioned the shorts making sure that nothing was sticking out.
When I looked back up I thought it looked like she was just looking up too. As if she had been watching me rearrange myself. She looked at me with a very big grin on her face and said “I better be going. You seem like you could use some sleep.”
She got up off the bed and apologized for the accident. She was about to go when she turned around and touched my thigh. I was so tense that I jumped and nearly fell off the bed.
“Be sure not to roll-over on that while it’s stiff like that. I’m sure that would be painful.” again she said with a big smile.
“Thanks for all your help. I really appreciate it. I’d show you to the door but…”
“Don’t get up. I can let myself out. I’m sorry again about this, but I actually enjoyed myself tonight. If you can believe that.” Andrea said.
“I believe you. I did too. I had fun being with you.” I replied “Maybe I’ll see you again tomorrow?”
She looked at me and said with a grin “Sure. I would like to see more of you too.”
When she had gone I sat there for a minute almost in a daze. I still felt like I was in a dream. The events and images of the day were rushing around in my head. I kept having images of Andrea in her bikini, her firm breasts and tight round ass jiggling in the most exciting way. I was getting so turned-on from thinking about her I started to stroke myself again to relieve some of the tension. I slid my hand inside the waistband of my shorts and played with my aching balls. The shorts were getting in the way so I removed them and lay back and grabbed my cock. As I lied there and stroked myself I fantasized about her hands on me. I was so hot I decided to go into the shower to finish things. Hopping into the bathroom I turned on a warm shower. I climbed in and let the water run down my chest. There was one of those shower massage heads with a detachable head. I took the head and let the water spray on my chest. Slowly I moved the stream down my stomach and to my cock. The pulsing water on my dick felt great. I moved the head lower and felt it on my tight balls and moved back up to my cock. I closed my eyes and moved the pulsing water up and down the length of my cock. I paused at the very tip and again at my balls and let the water massage these most sensitive spots. I was really starting to get into the feeling and was looking forward to a nice climax when my left foot slipped on the tile. I put my right foot down and was immediately reminded of why I was standing on one foot. The sharp pain made me drop the shower head and fall on my butt to the floor of the shower. After that my preoccupation with the aching between my legs was replaced with the aching in my ankle. I shut off the water and hopped back to the bedroom. After taking some aspirin and a large shot of tequila I decided to get some sleep.
I dreamed about Andrea all night and the next day I awoke late after a good night’s sleep. The sun was already fairly high in the sky. I looked at the clock on the dresser and noted that it was almost 11:00. Tentatively I flexed my ankle and surprisingly it felt pretty good. Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed I gently put my feel on the floor. While I held on the head of the bed, I put a little weight on my hurt foot. It still felt pretty good, a little stiff but the pain was almost gone. I slowly limped my way to the bathroom with very little discomfort.
After a shower, without the self-stimulation this time, I finished getting ready for the day. I put on my swim suit which was made of some yellow spandex type material. The suit was not boxer style but it was not bikini either. The only way I can think of to describe it is to say that it looks like one of those old fashioned “boy cut” bathing suits. It fit tight and I have to admit that I liked the feeling of the material hugging my balls. I also think that it makes my ass look pretty good and shows a dark tan very well.
I gathered my Walkman, sun tan oil, and a towel and headed out the door. As I made my way down the walk and across to the beach I noticed that even though it was a beautiful day and already almost noon, there were very few people on the beach. I limped down to the right a little and picked a spot in the sun but near the shade of the giant palm trees. I had no sooner finished spreading my towel and laying down when the waitress came over. She was very attractive and dressed in a low-cut white bodysuit that was off her shoulders and short black skirt. She was blond with blue eyes and a dark tan so that she had the stereotypical “California girl” look.
“Can I get you something from the bar?” she said looking down at me.
“Sure. How about a Pina Colada.” I said, trying not to look up her skirt.
“I’ll be right back.” she said as she turned away.
As she walked away I watched her. She was rather tall, too tall for me but had great legs and a nice wiggle to her walk.
She returned in a couple of minutes with the drink and a small table to out it on. When she bent down to put the drink on the table I got a great view down her top. Her tits looked very nice and she hasn’t worn a bra. I couldn’t see down her top very far, but I tried. I did however notice that she didn’t have any tan lines on her shoulders and I wondered if she sun bathed topless.
“Just put that on my tab.” I told her.
She asked me for my room number and as she was standing there I could see that her nipples had grown hard and were clearly visible through her top. She took the room number and then left.
Watching her ass as she walked away again made my cock start to respond. After the day before with Andrea and my failed attempt in the shower, not to mention the sight of the bar maid’s tits and the feeling of the suit caressing my dick, I was extremely horny. I decided to put on my headphones and lay back and enjoy the sun. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew there was a hand on my chest gentle shaking me back to reality.
“You better rollover. You don’t want to burn.” the voice beside me said.
I looked up and saw Andrea standing there. The swim suit she had on this time was neon yellow and somehow even smaller than the one from yesterday. It was really nothing more than a couple of tiny triangles attached to some string for the top, and the smallest g-string bottom, which tied on her right hip, I have ever seen. The top of the bikini was so small that she had to have very small areolas or it wouldn’t have covered them. The bottom was also so small and came down so far that I was convinced that she must have a bald pussy because I swear that it had to be barely covered.
“How are you feeling today? Still a little stiff I see.” she said with a grin.
I then became aware that I had an erection and it was creating a very noticeable bulge in my suit, especially as I was lying on my back. Just then I had a vision of Andrea bent over me with her full lips around my dick. This image was from the dream that I was having before she woke me a few minutes ago.
I quickly sat up to make my erection less noticeable. “It really feels much better.” I said.
“Mind if I join you?” she said and started to put her stuff down before I had a chance to answer.
Andrea spread her towel and sat facing me. She sat next to me with her legs crossed “Indian style” again. And again the material of her bikini was pulled snugly against her pussy. It was so tight that it started to rise up into her slit.
“You really better turn over. Here, let me out some oil on your back.” she said.
As she was reaching for the oil I quickly rolled over so she could put it on my back, and to hide the bulge from my hard cock.
I lay on my towel and crossed my arms under my head. “Thanks. I appreciate this.” I said.
“It’s my pleasure. Besides, I still feel bad for running you of the path yesterday. I just don’t know how to make it up to you.” she said.
I had a few ideas of how she could make it up to me and started to run thru those in my mind.
“That’s alright, no need to feel bad. I was just as much at fault.” I said trying to make her feel better.
I felt her soft hands on my shoulders first. She had small hands, but she had a firm grip. I imagined what her hand would feel like wrapped around my cock.
(I don’t know about anyone else, but I think that a good hand-job has to be the most under-rated thing about sex. I mean the feeling of a woman’s soft hand wrapped around my cock or playing with my balls can be better than “regular sex”. If she knows what I like and is doing it for me and my pleasure I think that is so sexy. I love a good hand-job!) Anyway, back to my story.
Her hands were so soft and slick from the oil it felt great. Then she put some more oil in her hands and moved to the middle of my back.
“You have a nice back. Nice and strong but not too much like some of those muscle heads.” she commented
When she was putting the oil on my back it felt so good and so relaxing that I almost fell asleep. That is until she let her hands slip down my sides and I felt her fingers on my ticklish ribs.
“Whahaahaa” I laughed.
“I’m sorry. Are you ticklish? I didn’t mean to.” she said.
“No that’s O.K. It just tickled a little.” I said as I tried to calm down. Tickling has always had a very arousing effect on me and this time was no different. I had to lift my hips up to relieve the pressure from my erection pressing in to the sand.
“Are you O.K.?” Andrea asked.
“Yeah. I’m just stretching.” I lied.
She continued to move down my back and occasionally let her hands graze my ticklish sides. Every time she did it went through me like a shock. And it went right to my dick.
“Oops. Sorry.” she would say. But she didn’t sound very sorry nor did it seem accidental, but I really didn’t mind except that she had me so worked up that it was very uncomfortable to lie there with my cock grinding into the sand.
When she had worked her way down to my swim suit she didn’t pause for a second. She slipped her hand right under the waist and rubbed the oil onto the top of my ass. I jerked a little bit from the shock of having her hands on my ass when she said with a hint of mischief in her voice.
“Don’t want you get burned.”
She really spent much more time with her hand rubbing the top of my ass than was necessary. But I certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Then she stood up and walked down to my feet. She stepped between my feet and used her feet to spread my legs.
“Need some room to sit so I can do your legs.” she said.
Categories: Erotic Stories, Romantic Stories
Tags: #Beach, #Club Med Bora Bora, #Stewardess, #Travel / Trip