Chapter One - The Trip
Eddie and I boarded the plane that would take us to New Zealand for a 3 week trip and the experience of a lifetime. Our itinerary was simple. I would stay at a little cottage nestled amongst others at the Chateau Village Resort resorting along the Northwest shoreline of the Pacific as Eddie embarked on his 5 day hunt. Eddie would then return and we will begin a guided 5 day dual sport motorcycle ride around the country. Next a few days of shopping in the city and then a quick flight to Sidney Australia for 5 more days before heading back to the US.
Due to the physical stamina that was required for Eddie's hunt, the dual sport ride and the fact that I would be sunning on the beach for days on end required us to once again perform the 90 days of hell which results in fabulous bodies created by P90X. The X factor, as so many times before, created an incredible urge for Eddie and I to pound each other's brains out numerous times each week. What caused such an urge? Is it because we watched each other's bodies transform or was it something else that is simply part of being alive and in great physical condition. Who knows, but the sex was great and I longed each night for his shaft to plunge deep within me and make me intensely come as the other nights before. He would promptly mount me from behind, where we were able to maximum penetration. Something about the angle, it seemed to hit my "g spot" and create quick intense orgasms.
One of Eddie's goals was to harvest a beautiful Red Stag, a life-long dream of his that was finally coming to fruition due to his hard work which reaped the reward of a bank account that could support the trip. My goal, relaxation on a beach while intermittently taking in the local sites until Eddie returned. Then our combined goal will be to ride our rented motorcycles to remote areas within New Zealand and what better way to see it, than aboard a bike. Then see the north shore of Australia together.
Our flights were uneventful, albeit long, but we finally arrived and met our host. Gwen was easy to spot holding up a sign with "Thomas" on it. Gwen helped us get our luggage. She and Eddie effortlessly rolled them out and loaded them aboard the small van and afterwards she drove us to the Chateau Village Resort.
Gwen was striking, probably in her late 20s to early 30s, I thought. Her autumn brownish/auburn colored hair was long full and flowing. Her skin was golden and her body was tone and beautiful, not a flaw anywhere that I could see. I could see her triceps and biceps bulge slightly as she had lifted our bags and noticed them again as she drove us along. Her long hair and deep green eyes were a beautiful combination. I could only guess that Eddie was noticing her as well. Her shorts and t-shirt were conservative but complementary. I could faintly see the outline of her bra underneath the white shirt which revealed her well shaped breast. Her shorts covered but could not hide her plump round butt and long legs that were feminine, but yet, strong and beautiful. I noticed she was only slightly taller than I with her white tennis shoes adorned with pink laces, she was a "girl" I thought, those laces said it all. Her beauty was further accentuated by her lovely New Zealand accent so I engaged her more to hear her speak.
Gwen would be our host at the Village and would show me around while Eddie hunted. I was excited to spend time with her taking in the local sites and learning about the local arts that must abound here in NZ.
Gwen drove us to our cottage and handily rolled our bags inside and placed them on the foot of the bed and asked if she could help us unpack. I quickly said "no, that is fine" since I knew, bunny had made the trip with me. He would be of utmost importance since I had gotten used to the sexual ritual which had become part of our recovery from working out.
The cottage was awesome, the colors and wood that abounded in the NZ architecture was striking. The view of the Pacific was magnificent. I could see scattered sunning bodies along the white sandy beach which beckoned me. It was a perfect spot for me to relax, read, recoup and reflect.
The porch incased our private hot tub which was bubbling invitingly as I gazed upon it. I smiled and thought, hmmm, nights could be fun there!
The bath was adorned with marble floors and lower walls halfway up and then continued to a unique cork for the remainder up to the ceiling. The shower was a 2 head type with removable heads, similar to the ones at home. I could also use those to tantalize my button after a day at the beach was my first impression.
The bed was suspended from the ceiling with large chains that supported it from each corner. A swinging bed could be really interesting as I thought back to the time that Eddie and I experimented with a love swing and how my vagina and button were favorably exposed for teasing, licking and penetration.
To the other side of the room was a small desk which was adjacent to a kitchenette, all the comforts of home, with a BEACH, how great!
Gwen took my hand and led me outside onto the deck to show me the areas of interest and importance. Of course the beach, the bar (oh yeah, I thought) with its wooden and rustic "outback" look was inviting and warm in its appeal. And "most importantly", Gwen said as she pointed and exclaimed in her really cool accent, "the ladies only spa". Gwen began to explain its offerings to include; pedicures, manicures, facials, steam saunas, massage, private workout area and etc. Gwen announced that she is also a trainer and masseuse (now I knew how she had such a beautiful body) and that I can schedule time with her by simply calling down to the desk and making arrangements. She also explained that others are also available if I preferred. She further explained how they work here at the Chateau Village Resort. "As you can see, I am your personal host, your tour guide and your trainer and at your beckoning call should you need anything" she said. "Wow" I thought, this will be really neat.
While taking in the sites as Gwen spoke, I noticed a man and woman lying on the beach not too far from our cottage. "Oh, my gosh" I exclaimed as Gwen took notice and said, "oh yes, clothing is optional at our private beach!" "I could never do that" I said and Gwen said, "why, you look great and we'll do it together this week if you want?" I blushed, promptly changed the subject and walked back inside.
Eddie was feverishly unpacking my bags and trying to reorganize his hunting gear. Gwen asked if he was not going to stay and Eddie explained his upcoming hunt and that he would return later in the week. Gwen told him to have fun and not to worry, she would take care of me until he returned.