It was a sultry evening as the plane touched down on the Cancun airstrip, and the eager couple deplaned for a week of revelry and holiday in the tropical resort community. This was to be the tropical adventure they often fantasized about, but was soon to turn into a sexual adventure beyond their wildest imaginings. The taxi whisked them from the airport to the resort where they checked into their 8th floor room with a thrilling view out across the bay.
Being quite late there was just enough time to stop down to the hotel restaurant for a quick bite before turning in for the evening. Even so, the air was thick with the scents and sounds of the tropics. A local band playing gentle calypso tunes lured them into the lounge for the tasty flavor of a margarita or two before turning in for the evening. This pair from the northlands of Montana, USA was a little taken aback by the casual dress of the other vacationers and the locals in the lounge and restaurant. White or colorful floral prints were the colors of choice, but those beautiful tanned bodies virtually glowed through the filmy material the dresses and blouses were made of.
"I can see I'm going to have to hit the local shops and pick out a whole different wardrobe," Sensia murmured giving Logan a sly smile.
"Mmmm," Logan responded. "I swear I don't think that senorita has a thing on under that cute little cotton dress with the flowers."
"I wondered if you'd noticed that," Sensia replied. "Those flowers are strategically located to hide her short hairs in the front, but that's all. You'll notice though, she's not the only one in the lounge that left her panties in her room, my, my, my. I suddenly feel conspicuously over dressed," she laughed as she subtly slipped her own panties off and tossed them to Logan to put in his pocket.
"... and we're going to be here for a whole week," Logan chuckled to himself. "We will have to get you a whole new outfit, but we won't have to spend anything on underwear I guess," he quipped to Sensia.
"Really," Sensia responded, mesmerized by the swirling dancers, the exotic music and the margaritas, "this is going to be a delightful week."
"As they say, 'when in Rome...'" Logan added, laughing and marveling that he could see the pretty ladies tits at the next table.
"Well, come on, wild man, let's go get some sleep," Sensia prompted. "I'm exhausted from the trip and we need to be fresh on the morrow for this scene." At that they eased out of the lounge, margaritas in hand, to their room for a night's welcome rest.
Waking around 9:00 the next morning the eager pair made delicious leisurely love. They then greeted the brilliantly sunny tropical day for their first outing to the beach. Finding a suitable spot they settled in a few yards from the clear blue waters lapping gently on the white sandy shores.
"Ah me, this has to be life at its best," Logan remarked. "That water is a perfect temperature, and the sun doesn't seem to be real hot either. For a weekday there are a lot of people out here, but then, in a paradise resort, everyday is a holiday I suppose."
"No shit Sherlock," Sensia replied, "In a place like this it's vacation all the time. I love it. This is wonderful, like I'd pictured tropical vacation - white sandy beaches, sun beaming down, clear gentle blue waters, women and best of all, men with hardly a thing on. I'm glad I got a good tan before we came."
"Oh, you can bet we'll be incredibly tanned quick hanging out here," Logan added. "Here, I'll put some lotion on your back. I suspect we could burn even with a base in a place like this."
Sensia stretched out on her stomach on the towel and Logan leisurely applied the lotion starting at her shoulders and working down to her pretty bottom. "I'd better put some on the backs of your thighs too since they're not as tanned." He applied the lotion spreading it on her thighs. He slowly worked his way up to the tantalizing cleft where her lovely thighs meet her sweet mound, covered by a narrow band of material.
Sensia encouraged his casual explorations, spreading her lovely thighs, allowing his access to her tenderness. Casually spreading the lotion to the thin strip of her swimsuit, he fondled her sweet mound through the material. The caress lasted only a moment, and Logan sat back to apply lotion to his own arms and body.
"See that over there, hon'. That's what we're getting for you to wear," Sensia smiled, directing Logan to a pair of tanned young fellas stretched out on towels about 10 feet up the beach. They, as many other men on the beach, wore a bikini swim trunk that literally cupped their balls and cock in the minimum of a triangle of material. "Oh my, look at those pretty bare tanned buns on that guy," she quipped. "You don't see swim suits like that on the beaches back home. Don't you think you should have something like that while we're here? You're always running around in as little as possible anyway."
"Ha, ha, my dear, I wouldn't dare," Logan laughed. "What would I do with a hardon? There's no place for it to grow, and that little strip of material between the cheeks must be uncomfortable, no?"
"Oh come on now, be a sport," Sensia chided. "Those boys don't look like they're worried about a hardon. Oooooh, in fact that one is about half erect as it is. I can't believe it," she murmured, "I think I can even make out his cock head and the ridge down the front. This is wild. It would be fun to tease one to a full hardon and see exactly where the whole thing does fit. We have to go shopping later."
Logan chuckled thinking about the great swimsuit shopping effort before they flew down to this tropical paradise. Sensia ended up with two suits, one of them a one piece, relatively modest but quite attractive. It had a fair amount of openness in the back, right down to the crack between her pretty cheeks. The other had been ordered by her disgusting companion, with a white band across her top to just cup her bountiful, pretty tits. Below a white band went around her waist and a thin white strip dropped from below her navel, barely concealing her pubic area, freshly shaved for the occasion. It narrowed to just barely cover the sweetness between her legs. A thin strip then made a line up her backside between her pretty, and sweetly bare bottom cheeks.
Up in the northlands a suit like that would have been an absolute scandal. As they stretched out on this gorgeous beach in the sun, it was evident minimal was the norm and only much older or truly out of shape wore one piece outfits. Prior to departure on this odyssey, Sensia worked out like a fiend at the Club. She wanted to be sure she bared her ultimate hard body, tight buns, muscular legs, flat tummy, perky tits, all so lithe, pretty and ready to display. On this beach in fact, many of the pretties just barely covered the bottoms and pretty tanned tits were unabashedly out for all to enjoy.
"Maybe we'll go shopping later," Logan conceded, "and maybe I'll even get a little tropical slingshot, but I won't wear mine unless you wear yours. For that matter, we'll check out those cool filmy floral cotton dresses for you for our evenings out, too. Of course, we won't need to get any panties, ha, ha."
