Everyone likes a vacation, that was the concept of our island location. A group of investors had joined with me to purchase an island and create an adult-themed escape, offering guests a variety of venues to fulfill their dream vacation plans.
Under construction for five years, this weekend would hold a ribbon-cutting ceremony, and we would begin to generate funds to repay the billions we had invested. Located 21 miles off the mainland, we constructed a tunnel with two light link rails to get people and supplies to the island. No gas-powered vehicles were allowed on the island; everything was by electric transportation. Using solar and wind power, we also had a power line and water running out through the tunnel. We had built a sewage treatment plant on the island.
The island had a downtown, two 100-unit hotels, three 20-unit motels, and 3 three-story, male, female, and unisex play buildings. There are plenty of recreational opportunities, including a ropes course, zip lines, and more to discover. In addition, there was a dock for a cruise ship, an adult-only line, which would make us a port of call each week for an overnight stay, and the far end of the island had a 100-unit all-inclusive resort with a nude beach and amenities.
We also had a large apartment complex to house the employees at a hugely discounted price to stay on the island. They would be given a pass to live on the mainland, though almost everyone chose island life.
The investors were private except for me, Mark Hackler. Their involvement was financial, with a double investment return, and then they were out, eventually leaving me the sole owner.
So much for the background. We will learn more about the island as we advance through the adventure. Ultimately, the island is about sex and relaxation, heavy on sex, and we will learn of couples who come and enjoy their sexualities and some who choose to share their bedtime pleasures with us on film and our subscription-based website.
Dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, no sock sandals, I walk down to the tunnel station to greet the arriving guests and the ribbon cutting ceremony allowing them on the island.
"Welcome, everyone," I said as they exited the train. "We have a map of the island on the board behind me so you can find directions to their destination. We hope you visit many shops downtown, and of course, spend your money. You will find directions to your lodging if you are staying over; the tram to the resort is to my left. If you tag your luggage for the resort, it will be delivered there or to the hotel or motel of your stay. Our staff all have name badges; if you have questions, ask. With that, I cut the ribbon and welcome you."
Today, we sold tickets for four trains and added a fifth. The trains took to load, travel, and unload about 30 minutes; they were rapid light rail trains. Each train carried 200 passengers; we had a busy day ahead. We also had a nude beach at this end of the island for non-resort guests. I saw people headed in that direction where we had rental lockers and showers available.
I spent about an hour at the train station, greeting people, answering questions, and giving directions. People from 18 to 80 or 90 came looking for a vacation adventure. I left the two greeters we had for welcoming people and walked downtown to see how people were enjoying themselves. There were lines at the three sex clubs awaiting entrance. The shops were doing well. The arcade was also packed. I had added every type of pinball machine I could find that attracted a crowd. With several restaurants downtown, I hoped we could handle everyone. The Chinese buffet would be the biggest draw.
I went to our studio to talk and watch some filming. We had five sets, each with different bedroom scenes. I went to the one set like the European king bedroom with its ornately carved headboard, canopy top, and bench on the end. We had a two-person team of photographers and a stationary camera set to capture the moments.
A young couple was waiting for their scene to begin. I went into the area, introduced myself, and asked some questions.
"How old are you, and what brought you to the island?" I asked.
"We are both 18," John responded. "We booked a night at the motel in town and saw you had this film service. We want to film a memory we can look at repeatedly."
"Yeah," Pam said. "He is so good in bed; I want to be able to treasure it. To share it with others so they can wish they had John as their lover. But of course, he is mine."
"So, you are aware, not only are you paying for a copy, but it will go on our website?" I asked.
"We don't mind. We are exhibitionists, so we were happy to sign the consent forms. Maybe some adult film producers might see and want us for a film." John laughed.
"You are exclusive, or do you have an open relationship?"
Pam said, "We are exclusive in that we share ourselves with others as long as we are together, in the same bed with them."
"We do swap, together like Pam said, or do threesomes. Why are you looking?" John asked.
"You never know," I responded, thanking them for the conversation and invitation. I went into the studio room and watched as they finished setting up, and the filming began.
"You have an invitation for later." My producer, Art, said. "You going to take them up on it? I would."
"Wasn't expecting one. You have their information, just in case."
Art took their forms and wrote down their names and the motel they were staying at. He had the room number for delivering their video copy later in the afternoon. I put it in my wallet and watched them being filmed.
They both sat at the end of the bed on the bench, making out. First, a soft kiss, then their tongues began to dance in and out of their mouths. John had his hands on her breasts, massaging through her blouse, her hands had started to unbutton his shirt.
"Do you think Mark will call us tonight?" she asked John.
"No, it was just part of his job to make us feel welcome. He is a busy man running this place. It doesn't matter; I have more than enough with you. Let's get naked and in bed."
"I want to suck you right here, you to stand on the bench, your cock facing my mouth so I can take your cock and balls. Just don't cum. I want your cum in my cunt." Pam instructed.
They kicked off their shoes. No socks on, as Pam slid down his pants and underwear. John unbuttoned her blouse completely, unhitched her bra, and took off her pants and silk black underwear.
Pam slid back on the bench; John stood up, his cock now in her face. Stepping a bit closer, his cock went into her moist lips. She grasped his shaft, stroking it as her lips swirled against his mushroom head. With her other hand, she squeezed his balls.
"That feels good," John said as Pam began to suck his balls, one, the other, back and forth until she had them both in her mouth.
She then went back to his cock, taking it deep until his head tapped the back of her throat. Sucking as he got harder.
Letting his cock slip from her mouth, she said, "I love the taste of your cum, the feel of your cock in my mouth, I love you."
They pulled the covers back from the king-sized bed and climbed in. Resuming their making out, John again played with her beasts. Her tits had been pierced with gold rings hanging down.
Kissing down her neck, then her chest, John took her right breast in his mouth, playing with the ring, then sucking her petite breast into his mouth. She was not well endowed, but it made no difference; John enjoyed her breasts the way they were. His hand moved down her body, finding her mound. John switched breasts, and she played with his chest, pinching his tits hard just as he liked it.
John slid down the bed until his face was at her waxed fold. He kissed her thighs, sucking this as his fingers began to spread her folds, getting ready for his tongue to lap at her already wet cunt.
