Chapter 2
Greg stepped from the bus after arriving at the Nirooma Resort. He was a little worse for wear after enduring a battering from the potholed Fijian roads for an hour and a half. The hotel porters whisked the bags into the foyer and two beautiful Fijian women offered the new arrivals tropical cocktails festooned with beautiful flowers. Greg took a sip and enjoyed its sweet taste followed by a serious kick of rum.
Getting into the tropical mood, he smiled at the lady behind the check-in counter as she gave him his key and introduced him to a burly Fijian porter who was to show him to his room.
Nirooma Resort was a medium-sized resort that nestled in an ocean cove on the Coral Coast on the west coast of the largest Fijian island, Viti Levu. It wasn't the biggest or the newest resort, but Greg had chosen it because the web page looked great. A small map showing an excellent location and there were lots of bright photos showing a sandy lagoon beach and a large circular swimming pool. The resort also had a number of bures, Fijian huts, which really appealed to Greg.
Reaching the bure, the porter opened the door and stood back to allow Greg to enter first. Inside it was spacious and roomy with exposed wooden beams and thatched walls. A large king-sized bed took centre place. On the other side of the room was a round wooden table which sat four, with a comfy sofa sat at the end of the room next to a sliding door which led to a grassy patch trimming the sandy beach of the deep blue lagoon.
Greg took a deep breath as he took in the idyllic backdrop. He pulled his wallet from his pocket and peeled off five American one dollar notes from a large bundle, and gave them to the porter, who left with a goodbye and a smile.
He flopped backwards on the bed and soaked in the moment. Eventually he got off the bed and stripped off the jeans and T-shirt he had worn for the trip and headed to the bathroom for a shower. In the bathroom there was a large freestanding bath, but Greg wasn't a bathing kind of guy unless he was sharing with a lady friend.
Emerging from the shower he donned some khaki shorts, a grey T-shirt and leather sandals and headed out to explore the resort. It was about 5pm and Greg enjoyed the sea breeze that was tempering the warm tropical air as he headed down the bure steps onto the beach.
Keeping an easy pace he took a tour of the resort discovering its fleet of catamarans and sea kayaks. He also found "The Ship Wreck Bar", an obvious late night haunt and a brilliant little golf course. During his walk he noticed a large number of couples enjoying the beautiful gardens, their starry gazes into each others eyes, a sure telltale that they were on their honeymoon.
In the main resort building he spotted a little bar tucked away to the side of the main entrance which was humming with holiday makers enjoying a pre-dinner drink. He ordered a local beer from a large smiling Fijian. Waiting for his drink, he checked out the people gathered in the bar. In the far corner was a table of retirees, the ladies with flower-festooned cocktails in coconuts whilst the men were sticking to their Australian-made chilled beers with frothy heads. A number of the tables were taken by honeymooners making lover-dovey eyes at each other, whilst other tables were occupied by couples enjoying a quiet time. As Greg's eyes moved down the end of the bar he noticed a striking young woman perched on a bar stool, nursing a regulation cocktail.
Dressed in a tight-fitting white dress that was belted by a red strip of leather, the full length of her shapely tanned legs were exposed by the dress's short hemline. Her red shoes with towering heels were hooked on the rung of the stool to hold herself steady. Her soft brown hair brushed her shoulders. Bright red lipstick highlighted her full lips and Greg could not help notice the neat, full bulge that her fulsome breasts formed.
His beer arrived and he took a long slurp of the refreshing beverage as he admired the gorgeous young woman. Greg was immediately attracted and lustful feelings began to rise within him. He knew he should go and say hello, but try as he may, Greg was frozen to the spot by a wave of fear and insecurity. The emotional battering of the past rearing its ugly head. Instead he shrunk into the corner of the bar, slowly and quietly sipping his beer. Frustrated by his inability to talk to the beautiful woman before he slunk into the nearby restaurant for dinner, alone.
Chapter 3
Christelle carefully examined herself in the full-length mirror in the wardrobe door of her very comfy bure. The tight-fitting dress, with short sleeves and orange segment-shaped cut-outs revealed her tanned shoulders, emphasised her curvaceous breasts. The thigh-high hemline barely covered her tight butt and showed her long slender legs. She chose her favourite killer red heels to match her shoe string red belt. She felt sexy and the overall effect was highly provocative. Finally she carefully examined her makeup, ensuring it was perfect.
"Let's go have some fun!" she said out loud heading for the door. She skilfully navigated the path her way to the bar that she had spotted on her arrival and was able to find a free stool at the bar and took some time to peruse a drink list full of exotic sounding cocktails.
The resort staff had been very efficient and within fifteen minutes she was naked in the shower of a beautiful bure. After drying herself she pulled back the stiff white sheets on the king-sized bed and slid her tired body under the sheets. Exhausted from the events of recent weeks, she was soon asleep, thankful that she had found refuge from the hell that her life had become.
It had been a very quick decision to come to Fiji. Her wedding was six weeks away, but her mind was full of confusion. It was meant to be a happy time to bring to fruition all the wedding plans that she had put in place the previous twelve months. The final dress and suit fittings, collecting the wedding cake, doing the place settings and having a hen's party. It was all meant to fun, but instead she found herself in a maelstrom of negative emotion and fear. Was Peter the right man? Did he truly love her? Was she making a big mistake? These thoughts and worries had increasingly dogged her and now she wasn't sure she wanted to get married at all.
Her fiancé, Peter, was a handsome hunk of man, who spent a lot of time honing the muscles on his buff body. He owned his own gym and so he had plenty of time to do so. Christelle was physically attracted to Peter. She was often overwhelmed by the masculinity and strength of his powerful body. Sex was often forceful and intense. He would lift he like a twig, holding her in precarious positions as he pounded her with his long thick dick. It was vigorous and exhilarating, but there was little love and tenderness. It was all lust and basic instinct and Christelle had wondered if this was enough to sustain a marriage in the long term.
Peter had also been keen to experiment, convincing Christelle that she should "share" him with her best friend Amanda, with whom he was frequently flirtatious. She had overlooked their playful banter and was a little surprised to one day find herself licking her fiancés cock whilst her best friend cavorted wildly sitting on Peter's face. He had then insisted they take turns turns to ride him before he came on their breasts as they knelt in front of him.
Christelle feared Peter would continue to insist on such dalliances after they were married. This added to the stress and confusion she felt. Peter offered fun, excitement and prosperity, money flowing easily from his highly successful gym. But was he truly committed? This weighed heavily on her mind.
