The bus rumbled down the road. It was mid afternoon, but the closed windows and air-conditioning kept the sun and the heat out. The bus was a mid-sized affair, with four seats per row split down the middle by an aisle. Most of the couples sat near each other; the three single men sat all the way in the back and were having an animated conversation.
The single woman whom I hadn't met yet had pitch-black hair, pale white skin, and colorful tattoos down her arms sat with the well-tanned mid-forties white couple up at the very front. I sat near the front, with Wayne and Janine in the left two seats of a row, while I shared the right two seats with Caitlin. Wayne and I took the window seats so Janine and Caitlin could talk. Michael and Shelly sat near the three single men in the back. They probably felt more comfortable among their own age. The other ten couples sat behind us and were chatting like old friends. I had met none of them, but most of them looked in their mid-thirties to mid-forties. Most of them were Caucasian, but I did notice a Black couple and an Asian couple among them. After about an hour drive the wife of the mid-forties couple up front stood up and got on the PA system of the bus.
"Hello everyone, I'm Christine." she said, in a heartwarming southern accent. She was a honey-haired woman with warm blue eyes who exuded a matronly charm - something between a mother hen and a madam from an old-west brothel. Though very buxom and full figured, she had a very womanly way of carrying herself, and seemed very comfortable in her patterned light summer dress that gave lovely hints to her curves. "I'm you're program director along with my dear hubby, Gregory. If you have any issues we are the folks to talk to. This lovely young lady next to me is Veronica. She is our massage therapist for our stay. Stand up and say hi, Vera!"
Veronica stood up, and I saw that she wore a skin-tight black muscle shirt that followed the curves of her lithe body, especially around her slightly saucer shaped breasts. I could clearly see the she had several ring piercings in both her ears, two in her right eyebrow and one in her left nostril. I was struck by how exquisite her arms looked, perfectly curved, soft-looking and smooth, yet well toned and nicely muscular. They were also intricately tattooed from her elbows to her shoulders. She carried herself like a boxer, easy on her feet and ready to move like lightning. She was quite mesmerizing.
"Hiya, guys!" Veronica began, her voice carrying a hint of mischief along with a Californian accent. "I'm a fully certified massage therapist, and have over seven years of experience. The resort hired me, so all my massages are complimentary during your stay - all you have to do is set an appointment. I am trained in a variety of massages, my specialty being Shiatsu and Swedish deep massage and, as Gregory will attest, don't ask for my Swedish massage if you can't take it. These fingers can dig deep!" There were a few chuckles as Gregory made a grimace.
"I am also trained in erotic and sensual massages -- if you so desire." Veronica had wicked smile on her face. I felt my heart race when I thought of her fingers caressing my most private parts. There was a lot of whooping and hollering when she said that..
Christine broke in, "And if you really want to get to know Veronica better just ask her about her beautiful tattoos and piercings. —oh, their so sexy!" Everybody whooped and howled again. I joined in this time, getting into the ways of the group.
Janine's voice rose above the rest. "Veronica, are you nipples pierced!?" Several others from the back voiced the same question mingled with a bit saucy laughs.
Veronica shouted back "You damn well know the answer to that one, Janine."
"But I forgot." Janine said loudly. "Wayne, does Veronica have her nipples pierced?"
"Don't tell her, Wayne, or I won't suck your cock!"
My ears pricked up at that one! Veronica had her hands on her hips in an aggressive stance, as if her threat was real. Several people laughed when Wayne sat quietly in his seat. I barely paid much attention to that, my mind was anticipating what Veronica was going to do next.
"Fine! Here's your answer." Veronica said in mock exasperation. She lifted up her muscle shirt to show a gorgeous pair of ring-pierced nipples. They sat perfectly on pale white Hershey-kiss shaped breasts, each of which had beautifully intricate and colorful tattoos on it. The tattoos extended from her shoulders and surrounded her nipples, leaving them looking very exposed. She tugged at both nipple rings, stretching out her teats and lifting her breast up slightly. She clenched her teeth and moaned; I could only imagine how delicious the sensation must have felt. Then, just as quickly, she pulled her shirt down and hefted her breasts in an aggressive manner. "Mmmmm! All fucking real, baby!" Everybody cheered.
"Wait! I need to get a closer look!" Janine cried out causing everyone to dissolve into laughter.
"I'll give you a closer look—" threatened Veronica with cunning look, preparing to do something drastic. That got a lot of howls and cheers..
"Sorry to break it up, ladies, but we're at our mid-stop." Christine said, "Veronica's titties will have to wait for your close 'inspection', Janine. Alright folks, we will be eating at the restaurant nearby, after that it is another two hour drive before we hit the resort. I'm glad to see everyone is in a great mood even after the long flight. If you are up for it we'll have a few thing going on this evening. I know there are a few "island-virgins" in our group and I haven't met all of you so when you find the time come on up to us and introduce yourself. We are all going to be seeing a lot of each other so let's get to know one another as much as possible. Before I sit down is there anything I can do to make you all more comfortable?"
"Yeah," Janine said. "It's way too cold in here. Can we just turn off the AC and open the windows for fresh air. I'm freezing my tits off!"
"What do you say folks?" Christine asked the others. Several people shouted answers, which was either yes or they didn't care. "Alright, majority rules. Off it goes."
