Dear Loraine,
I'm a friend of Natasha's cousin Sandra. Natasha asked her to suggest that I contact you as I live here in The Islands. I'm sure that I can make your time here memorable. You can contact me at ***-***-**** from 8 AM until 5 PM daily. I'll look forward to hearing from you.
Leilani
The letter was waiting for her when we arrived at the hotel. It had been a long day, the wedding in the morning, the reception following and the long flight from our home on the east coast. We were ready to get some sleep.
I wasn't even worried about getting unlocked from my chastity device. I hadn't been out of it since the week before the wedding, but here we were on our honeymoon and Loraine had the key. She wouldn't keep me locked up now. Would she?
For nearly a year before the wedding Loraine's roommate, Natasha, had held the key to my CB6000 chastity belt. I thought I was finally free when she gave the key to Loraine for a wedding present but Loraine just put the chain with the key around her neck. I guess she likes having me locked up and under her control. I know that when I get out for our usual weekly session I cum harder than I ever had before. In between I'm more attentive and loving than I had been before being locked up.
We found our way to our room and soon sleep found us. In the morning she was just coming out of the shower as I was getting out of bed. She looked so good wrapped in that towel. I wanted to make love to her right then but she told me "Go take your shower. I want to hit the beach before the crowds arrive."
When I came out of the shower all I could see of her was head and feet. A long dress in a brightly flowered print covered everything else. "I thought we were going to the beach?" I asked.
"We are," she told me. "This is a cover-up until we get there. I have my swimsuit on underneath. Put on some shorts and a shirt so we can go."
Off we went through the lobby and across the street. The beach was a beautiful long expanse of white sand. Here and there people had set up chairs, towels and beach umbrellas. But there were large spaces of empty sand waiting for the crowds to arrive and claim them.
We picked an area well away from everyone and placed our towels on the sand. While I sat and began to apply sunscreen to my legs Loraine pulled her cover-up over her head revealing. . . well revealing nearly everything! The strings of the top held up two triangles of blue cloth which covered her nipples and very little else. There wasn't a lot of fabric wasted on the bottom either. A small patch of yellow covered just enough to keep her out of jail.
She sat down close to me and asked me to put sunscreen on her back. As she lay on her towel all I could see of her bikini was two strings around her, top and bottom. The rest of it was nestled safely between her cheeks. I covered her with coconut oil and smoothed it over her everywhere the sun could shine. Then she offered to put some on me. This was an offer too good to refuse.
After soaking up the sun for a while it was time to turn over. Again we applied sunscreen to each other. Touching her like that and her touching me was getting me so excited I could hardly stand it. My cock felt like it would break its cage. Still I couldn't get a full erection. Looking at her in that bikini and knowing that I couldn't do anything was driving me nuts.
By noon the beach was getting so crowded that there was almost no place to sit. We decided to check out some of the tourist sites and maybe do some shopping. "I talked to Leilani while you were in the shower this morning," Loraine said while we were packing up to leave. "We're going to meet her at the restaurant tonight. She said for you to wear your dark slacks, a blue dress shirt. . . and no socks."
"Why no socks?" I asked.
"Because that's what she said."
When we went downstairs to dinner Loraine was wearing a black cocktail dress cut to a deep vee in the front leaving much of her lovely breasts on display. The back had a string across her shoulders to keep the top on and bare skin down to her waist. A gold chain around her neck held a little key nestled in her cleavage. She looked so good. I wanted to skip dinner and make love instead. "Later," she told me. "It will be so much better then." I, of course, was wearing dark slacks, a blue dress shirt and no socks. How has this woman, whom I hadn't even met, taken such control of my life?
"You must be Loraine," a voice behind me said. I turned and saw a tall woman of about 35. She was wearing tight black leather pants, spike heeled boots and a leather vest that presented her breasts with a very lovely cleavage. Her long brown hair was up in a bun at the back of her head. I could see this was a woman not to be trifled with.
"Yes," Loraine replied. "And this is Jerry, my husband." Just then the hostess arrived to lead us to our table.
While we were eating Leilani told us about the many tourist attractions and several fun things the locals did. By the time dinner was over we had mapped out our entire schedule for the week.