The bright sunlight of the morning was what caused Adam to startle awake. Right after that he became aware of the fact that he was lying face up on his back, ice-cold waves dousing his rigid form with goosebumps. Wearing only loose-fitting shorts and a ripped t-shirt, Adam shivered, slowly shifting himself away from the water as he struggled to stand.
He had no idea where he was. Scrambling his throbbing head to remember what he was doing the night before, Adam slowly backed himself, leaving a notable trail in the sand. All he could recall was that he had been pressured by his friends into joining them on a party cruise, and from there they all indulged themselves, getting blackout drunk--
"Hey, are you alright?"
"GAH!"
A sultry, somewhat accented voice interrupted Adam's train of thought, causing him to fall onto his back again...and catch a glimpse at the mysterious speaker. It was an extremely beautiful woman with luscious brown hair, a petite yet curvy frame accentuated by the very loose dress she wore. The woman was crouched over him, looking down at him in an almost playful manner, complete with a taunting pout.
"I-I'm fine! Kinda...not really." Adam stammered, trying to look anywhere but the gratuitous view down the woman's dress. While her breasts weren't anywhere as shapely or large as this woman's hips, Adam's self-professed obsession with tits of any shape or size was already taking control of his impulses. Crouching upward to be face to face with the woman, Adam blinked, her gorgeous face suddenly familiar. "Hey, uh, aren't you that famous actress, Ana de...?"
"Ana de Armas." The Cuban-Spanish actress replied with a giggle, her breasts lightly jiggling with her small movement. Adam loved the way she rolled her tongue as she said Armas. "It's actually Ana Celia de Armas Caso-- but just Ana de Armas is easier to say, si?"
"Uh-huh." Adam found himself becoming red in the face. He didn't have that much experience with women--much less women as beautiful as Ana de Armas--much less Ana de Armas herself! And he had somehow already screwed up his first impression with her, looking like a washed up drunk that could barely string a sentence together. "I'm Adam--I'm really sorry if I was interrupting anything, but I got separated from my cruise ship last night, could you help me call someone, I think my phone's in the bottom of the ocean right now."
Unfortunately, that's when Ana's adorable smile shifted into a thoughtful frown. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I really wish I could help you..."
"Why can't you?" Adam cried out, a little louder than he wanted to. He hated seeing Ana flinch nervously at his response, placing her arms behind her back in a guilty manner--though it also caused her to push her shapely chest out, too.
"Well--you're at Oasis Island, an all-women tropical getaway for the rich and famous." Ana timidly added, "And absolutely no men allowed. At all. Which is why we don't have any access to the outside world until the end of our vacation."
"You aren't allowed to call anyone on the outside? Sounds more like prison than a vacation." Adam scratched the back of his throbbing head. "And why aren't men allowed?"
Ana then stood up, her dress briefly hiking upwards and giving Adam a generous view of her voluptuous thighs. Was she wearing underwear?... "Since you're going to be stuck here for a while, I'll let you in on a little secret of ours, Adam." She locked her green eyes to his light brown ones. "What do you think about us celebrity women?"
"Well, from the interviews, and behind-the-scenes in shows I've watched--"
Ana laughed, her soft voice both endearing and disdainful. "Oh, Adam, you walk around here with that attitude, and you'll be eaten alive. Or you'll get fucked to death-"
"WHAT?" Adam immediately checked his ears, in case some seawater had somehow affected his hearing.
"And the ones that won't try to dominate a nice young man like you will pretend to be your girlfriend, then pimp you out to all her friends." Ana continued.
"You're all like that? Even Margot Robbie or Natalie Portman, or-"
"Not all of us are that bad." Ana clarified. "Most of us just get a little arrogant with all the success and money we've made. And maybe a little sex-obsessed. Actually, make that very sex-obsessed."
"Including you?" Adam tried to not sound so eager as he said that, standing upward and adjusting his shorts (and surging erection) to the sight of the beautiful women talking about how all her friends were essentially overglorified bimbos.
"Come on, let's not act like you wouldn't be the same, being able to do whatever you want without any consequences--though the entire reason we're all here is to get away from it all, get all those depraved ideas out of our system..." Ana recounted this in an almost blissful way. "It's really not that bad here, it's like we all live in grass huts or something, it's still a lovely resort consisting of nothing but beautiful women..."
"What would happen if they (Adam didn't know who he was referring to when he said they) found out I was here?"
"Oh, then we would all get in a lot of trouble, cosa dulce. They would think you were smuggled in here, just like the ones Kim K tried to sneak in last year." Ana said nonchalantly.
"Kim K?!?--Actually that doesn't really surprise me." Adam admitted, "So if I'm gonna be here all summer, where exactly can I stay?"
"I was just getting to that." Ana replied. "I need to get you set up with the nicer girls here, make sure none of the nasty sluts get their hooks into you, take advantage of your innocence-"
"Set up with? Innocence? Hey, I'm twenty-five, I-I'm not a virgin!" Adam stammered with a red face.
"Riiiight." Ana cooed sultrily, "I know a virgin when I see one. You've been unable to look away from my chest and legs, you can't even hide your hard cock right, and I bet you're here because you were hoping to get laid on that cruise you went on."
Adam ducked his head with flushed shame. "Am I really that predictable?"
"A little, but it's cute." Ana's soft finger lifted his chin. Adam couldn't get enough of the pouty look on the actress's face. "You're lucky that you found me, you know. If it was Megan Fox or Nicki Minaj that had found you on the beach, they would have been sucking your cock before you even woke up."
Adam's rigid erection stood straight up immediately, with the young man feeling almost all the blood in his head rushing south, "God, can you stop...talking about them like that?"
"What? It's not my fault all my friends like to have a good time, all the time." Ana crept closer to him, a naughty glint in her eye. "But that's a good thing, because you need a warm place to lie down tonight...and some experience so you don't 'salute' every woman you meet..." Then, without warning, Ana grabbed hold of his shorts and underwear, and tugged them down.
Frozen in shock, Adam could only gawk as Ana de Armas's warm hand slid down his stomach, and wrapped itself around his aching shaft. "I figured you would be big. Now let's see what you can do.."
