Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule.
All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates volunteered for assignments at exclusive TWA Health Clinics and Resorts. Total Woman Requests offered the graduates additional volunteer assignments in unusual places and settings. All assignments offered abundant opportunities for graduates to refine their unique talents.
This Pledge Contributor had requested a topless beach weekend adventure for his brother. The brother suspected something was up but had agreed to play along.
Mrs. Rush scrawled her approval on the Voucher form and handed it to her secretary. The fantasy was underway.....
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Boyd sucked in his gut as he strolled along the beach edge, the surf occasionally wetting his sandaled feet. The sun drenched the sand and broiled off the bucketfuls of suntan oil lathered on the near naked bronzing bodies. It was New Year's Eve at South Beach.
Boyd strolled the entire length of the beach seeking out the topless section where he had been directed to meet his hostess and tour guide for the weekend. He knew he was closer to the meeting point as a greater abundance of exposed female nipples dotted the crowds. Holding his hand over his brow to block the sun's glare, he scanned west onto the landward beach expanse searching for his contact.
Boyd spied an arm waving him toward the center of the packed group of bodies. As he picked his path between the sunbathers, he saw that the arm was attached to a lithe brown female with long dark hair and a green thong bikini bottom. Her modest uncovered breasts danced as she waved. Boyd waved a delusory acknowledgement and continued picking his way past the numerous semi-naked males and females dozing in the afternoon rays.
Closing in on the beckoning woman, he heard her ask "Are you Boyd?" Boyd nodded and took her extended handshake. Her boobs shook modestly in time with the motions of the greeting.
"You're here at last. I'm Fabianna, your hostess. I was afraid you had been detained by business or changed your mind about coming. It would have been a sad New Year's Eve if our date stood us up!"
Boyd gave a puzzled look. Fabianna's arm swept across a group of three similarly semi-dressed females sunbathing on the beach towels arrayed around her.
"I hope you don't mind. I know you were expecting only me but at the last minute my three sisters showed up. Can they join us? They promise not to be a nuisance."
On that pronouncement, the three prone women turned their attention to Boyd in keen hope that he would accept the modified circumstances. Boyd was not sure what to say. As Boyd hesitated, one of the three sisters spoke up, filling the uncomfortable silence.
"We promise to be good, real good. Please.....can we come along?"
Sensing their apprehension and their commitment to behaving, Boyd agreed.
"Okay...I guess that will be alright."
All three girls donned broad smiles and relaxed back into their towels. Fabianna was still holding Boyd's hand and she clasped it in both of hers.
"Thank you, Boyd, you're a real sport. Since they will be joining us, I think introductions are in order. You know me, Fabianna, as your primary hostess. I am the oldest of four sisters. Our mother is a graduate of an extraordinary college academy and after we each finished high school, she enrolled us there as well. The curriculum is unique and comprehensive. I graduated recently. Two of my sisters are seniors and the third is a junior.
"These two are Fedicia and Fidelia, the twins, seniors at the Academy. There is Fortuna, our baby sister; she's only a junior."
Boyd acknowledged each in turn. They invited him to sit in the center as they began chatting about themselves. Boyd was enthralled by the bounty of bronzed nubile flesh surrounding him. The girls had been coming to South Beach for years and though financially secure with their parents accumulated wealth, they still enjoyed taking small artistic and marketing jobs in the area to fill the down time.
Fabianna fulfilled these TWR hostess assignments. Fortuna, the baby sister, liked to dance in exotic costumes in the Carnival samba parades. The twins, Fedicia and Fidelia, found gigs as product display models or waitresses. They operated separately or sometimes functioned as teams. All the sisters were involved in promoting a unique line of fruity scented suntan products. That was their paramount interest at the moment. They hoped to purge the beach of the ubiquitous odor of pineapple and coconut. They preferred that combination in their nightclub pina coladas.
Boyd smelled the different fruit aromas emanating from their well-oiled bodies. He saw plastic bottles of dissimilar colors lying near each woman. Fedelia spoke first.
"Boyd, could you help me re-apply my suntan lotion?" The other girls picked up the chorus. "Me,too! Yah, me, three!"
Boyd was overwhelmed by the multiple appeals for assistance and didn't know where to begin. Fabianna intervened and organized the group in order: youngest to oldest.
Boyd knee walked to Fortuna where she lay face down on her beach towel. Her lotion bottle showed a picture of an orange. Boyd filled his hand with a generous dollop and began at her calves. He spread the orange tinted balm up and down her legs. He mischievously dwelt a long time on coating her pert ass cheeks. Fortuna arranged her hair in a roll pulled to the side and Boyd finished lathering her back and neck.
With that, Fortuna rolled over and, except for her tiny thong, gave Boyd a full frontal nudity view. Boyd recovered his composure and recommenced at her calves. He worked up her legs to her abdomen, skipped her upper chest and glazed her neck and lightly daubed her face. Boyd leaned back.
Fortuna giggled and said, "You missed the most important place!" She grabbed his wrists and used his palms like spatulas to frost her boobs. The others tittered at the joke.
As a good hostess should, Fabianna rescued Boyd again. She wiped the excess orange lotion from his hands and moved him to Felicia.
Felicia's preference was a lime scented concoction. Boyd repeated the two sided process, hesitating only a moment before surging ahead on the 'most important place'. Felicia smiled at Boyd's new found confidence and wiggled her shoulders in time with his swipes to encourage his tit play.
Fabianna cleaned the excess lime oil from Boyd's hands and guided him to his third duty station, Fidelia, the other twin. She liked mango. Boyd was becoming fond of any flavor that made the girls happy.
Fidelia received Boyd's full treatment and lay quiescent as he loitered during the last step. After thoroughly covering the spongy orbs, Boyd used his thumb pads to circle her nipples. The nubs grew tall and prominent atop her mounds. He plucked at them and Fidelia released a low moan behind closed eyes. Boyd left off the chore before he lost his own composure.
Fabianna retrieved her own favorite: apricot. She helped Boyd stand up beside her and raised her hair, inviting Boyd to spread the balm all over her thong-only clad body. He worked the salve into her supple tanned skin. He spent oodles of time and energy massaging her ass and boobs, faithful to performing a flawless job. Boyd looked peripherally at the dozens of tanning bodies in the immediate area. No one paid them any attention.
The girls reciprocated, each giving Boyd a sample of their particular fragrance on a different limb or torso area. When they were done, Boyd realized he smelled like a fruit cocktail. They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and dozing until sundown brought its daily end to the beach scene. Gathering the seaside paraphernalia, they retired to their nearby art deco hotel suites to prepare for a night on the town.
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Boyd was casually dressed in a white linen shirt, lightweight khakis and sockless loafers. Fabianna sat across the table at the Ocean Drive sidewalk table. She was wearing a knockout pastel cocktail dress and stiletto heels. They were surrounded by similarly garbed revelers crowding the avenue-turned-pedestrian-way for this biggest party night of the year. The food was typically fabulous for this playground of the rich and famous.
The younger sisters had departed for their own ventures. The twins were working the crowds, distributing samples and marketing their fruity sunblocks. Fortuna had gone off to prepare for her dance in a samba parade scheduled to strut down Ocean Drive later this evening. Boyd and Fabianna relaxed over dinner, conserving their energies. It was prudent to start slow in this long evening that would stretch well past the midnight fireworks show.
A commotion up the street got their attention. Drums rattled and whistles pieced the air. The samba parade was making it slow way down the blocked off street. Boyd could see the mass of the crowd move back as the obscured bodies of a dozen samba dancers processed through it. Their costume headdresses bobbed and weaved above the crowd, marking their progress.
Eventually, the traditional regalia drew nigh and Boyd saw Fortuna amidst the action. Every part of her body was moving in time with the music. Her high heeled legs stepped and twisted, causing her nylon covered ass to wiggle adorably. Her stomach was taut and rippled as she moved. Her tits were buoyed by the jeweled bra straining to hold its jiggling payload. The feathered headdress quivered in the night air. Boyd was impressed with her skills and his cock stirred from the sensual display.
The parade passed, the waitress brought their check and Fabianna steered Boyd to a nearby nightclub and their reserved circular booth in the corner.
The drinks arrived just before the twins. They had distributed their samples and garnered a few orders. Their work for the evening was finished. Fabianna let them sit either side of Boyd who was stationed in the center of the cushioned booth. He smelled residual lime and mango on their skin.
