Day One
10:07am exactly I stepped off the bus onto the exclusive resort of "Fetish Island", really it was a nickname for the Bare Bottom Hotel on Sicily because it catered to a rather exclusive clientele. The lobby was filled with interesting looking people, although Bare Bottoms is considered a nudist resort, Fetish Island was filled with people wearing... certain kinds of clothing. Latex around midsections were abundant, chastity belts, the works. None of this was considered 'clothing' per say, after all it didn't really cover anything, but it sure enhanced a lot.
All in all, this was an assignment that I had been looking forward to for quite a long time, I had never explored any fetishes myself but I'd always been curious about them. It would be interesting to see just how far I could expand my horizons while I was here... and I also didn't feel left out because there were plenty of other so-called normal people walking around with curious expressions on their faces. There for the show.
The weather was perfect, not at all humid and hot without being oppressive. I wanted to just take off my clothes and run naked outside to bask in the sunshine... let's hear it for getting out of the dreary U.S. of A.!!! Give me sunshine over rain and wind any day! Surprisingly a good number of the people around me were very attractive (which is not what I always found when traveling to nudist colonies and resorts), and I found them as much fun to look at as I did the elegant decor of the hotel. The walls were a caramel color, ivory marble columns led a path to the lobby's main desk, and a spiraling staircase of that same marble with iron railings dominated the main room. To my right was a bar where it looked like a frat party was going on... a naked frat party. I stopped to watch for a moment, everyone in there was under 30 for sure and they were rubbing fruit and alcohol on each others bodies, laughing as they licked it off. For a moment I felt tempted to join them... but I hadn't slept at all on the plane. I'd get into the swing of things after I caught up on my sleep.
Behind the front desk was a large, long mirror, so that even as you turned away from all the interesting people in the main lobby, you could still watch them. I looked at my frizzy brown curls and the dark circles around my hazel eyes, the way my shoulders stooped and even my usually perky 34D breasts seemed to be droopy... definitely I should wait until I was more refreshed to join in any fun. Hell, I wouldn't want to join in any fun with me right now!
"Room 69," the desk attendant smirked at me as he handed me the key. Don't know what he was smirking about, his cock and balls were trapped in a painful looking contraption which I didn't know the name of. However, I did know one of the rules about the staff in this particular hotel... I would be back later for a visit.
Preferably with paddle in hand.
Which, now that I think about it may have been his intention. Perhaps I wasn't as disheveled looking as I thought.
Day Two
I woke up in the morning to the unwelcome ray of sunshine directly in my closed eyes. Silly me, I'd not only slept through the entire night, I'd forgotten to close the drapes. Well, early to bed (and 4pm is pretty darn early!) and early to rise! It was 8am, at least it had taken some time for the sun to get into a position to burn my eyelids rather than awakening me with the dawn. Not that I'm opposed to watching a beautiful sunrise, but I'd rather choose to do that instead of having it thrust upon me.
First things first, try to get myself looking more presentable! I was rather disappointed that I hadn't woken up in time for the nightlife, but after such a good night's sleep I was surely ready to face the day and the night! Heading into the bathroom I was pleased to see that the towels were huge and fluffy. I'd been so exhausted the evening before that I hadn't inspected anything, but I'd definitely be able to report on the luxurious quality of the bathroom. It was modestly sized, but everything was covered with elegant blue tiling and the fluffy sea green towels put me in the mind of the tropics. Rather than having a mirror above the sink, there was a full length mirror to the side of the sink - as I looked at the position of the toilet I realized that the mirror served more than purpose. The hook hanging on the ceiling about a foot away from the mirror told me that there were multiple purposes to its placement. I licked my lips, blushing a little at the lewd thoughts that were already pervading my twisted little mind... everything in this room seemed designed towards sexual fetishes.
Well, it's called Fetish Island for a reason.
The shower was actually a bath, with a completely see-through curtain, there was a ledge on one side of the tub that was just big enough for someone to sit on. Of course the shower head was detachable, and given my current state of mind I was thinking of trying out the uses towards which I'd heard this innovation could be put to. Possibly the most intriguing piece of decor where the manacles on the wall of the shower, placed so that the person would either be facing the wall or outwards... directly at the mirror. How thoughtful.
Shedding my clothing I found my hands running over my body, cupping my perky breasts and rubbing my nipples... sliding over my stomach and smooth mound to tickle my clit. I hissed my anticipation as I turned the shower on to hot, steaming water slamming against my skin. The water pressure was very hard, I was quickly drenched as the room filled with steam. I was sure that the mirror was completely fogged, but hey, that's the price you pay for a good hot shower. After I shampooed my hair I began soaping my body, spreading the lather all over my slippy skin. Despite the heat of the shower my nipples were hard and aching with arousal, discontent with the attention I gave them as the slickness of my skin made it hard for me to get a good grip.
With the heat in my pussy swiftly outpacing the shower's temperature, I finally took the shower head in hand, seating myself on the ledge oh-so-conveniently provided. Pointing it at my body I let the water spray my breasts, my nipples aching and pulsing with the deluge of water. Moving slowly I lowered the showerhead, feeling the water drip over my spread pussy as the spray traveled closer and closer. With a foot on each ledge of the tub, my legs were completely open as the showerhead finally reached my thigh's apex. I groaned as my pussy was suddenly lashed with heat, tiny arrows of sensation massaging my pussy lips and trickling over my asshole.
Using my other hand, I spread my pussy lips wide open, letting my hard clit poke through and come directly under fire of the hard spray. Moaning loudly I came, although not as hard as I might have wanted to. It was more like a teaser, getting me ready for the day ahead, quenching my lust just a little bit, but mostly giving it a jumping off point to climb to higher heights.
Since I didn't have to get dressed, preparing for the day didn't date very long. I would my long hair up into a bun, when it finally dried it would be wavy if released from the confines of the pins. Walking through the halls to the elevator I could hear moans and gasps coming from behind the doors, slaps and muffled screams from behind some... oddly I hadn't heard anything when I was in my room. Apparently the walls were well sound-proofed, but you could still eavesdrop by simply hanging out in a hallway.
The cheeky desk attendant from the afternoon before wasn't there, instead it was a gorgeous blonde woman, wearing nothing but clamps on her nipples. I wondered if there was similar adornment below her waistline where I couldn't see. At the moment an older man was checking in with a young man who looked to be barely 18 (of course he must be since you had to be in order to check in); the young man was blatantly gawking at the buxom blonde who seemed to be enjoying making her breasts bounce and sway for them. I decided to take a walk at the beach.
For some reason it felt a little odd to be walking around nude this early in the morning with so many other people around... and some of them were not so coy about looking. Then I realized that among the fetishes catered to at a resort like this, exhibitionism would definitely be one of them... I wondered what the beach would be like with this many fetishes here.
Strolling along the sand, feeling the suns rays sinking into the pale spaces on my breasts and mound (was it my imagination or was I really burning despite the layers of sunscreen I'd slathered onto the parts of myself that were usually covered?) I watched the many activities going on around me. A large group was gathered around the volleyball net, watching the two teams of girls bouncing and giggling, sand scraping along their bodies as they dove for the ball. The audience was an even mix of men and women, all cheering their chosen teams on. Good thing they weren't playing basketball... how would you do that here anyway? Skins and... skins??
But I digress. There were a lot of couples who had found hidden nooks along the sand dunes to have sex in, more who were frolicking in the water (and would probably be laid out on a towel soon enough). One of the more amusing sights of the morning was a group of women who had buried a man in the sand - except for his penis and ball sack - and were proceeding to build a sand castle around his hard wood. They kept him at full staff by taking turns occasionally blowing him... the poor guy kept begging for release but they just laughed and told him that they had to finish the castle and take a picture first. To their side was a women who looked on approvingly, some of the conversation indicated that she might be his Mistress, which would explain his control in not climaxing. She looked awfully tough.
Having taken a long stroll, I decided to go back and watch the end of the volleyball game. From the noises the crowd was making it wouldn't be much longer. Maybe I'd play in the next round.
Since I'd come so late in the game, I wasn't particularly attached to either of the teams. Instead I just watched the crowd; all naked and pressed together they didn't seem to be interested in anything other than the game. It was both surprising and freeing that no one seemed to be thinking of sex. That is, until the game ended. The team of losers came over onto the winners side and got down on their knees; immediately the winners each picked a loser and pressed her pussy over the loser girls face. I gasped in shock; not only were the girls exhibiting their bodies in a sweaty game, but now the losers were eating them out in front of the crowd!!! Which was turning more sexual by the minute, watching the blatant display of lesbianism before it.
