Paul and Lauren had looked forward to this vacation for nearly a year. They had chosen a secluded resort that promised beautiful beaches, fabulous food, and the finest of service – and they were not disappointed.
The beach was "clothing optional", though the swimming pools made careful note of "bathing suits required." Thongs were commonplace for both men and women, however, and addressed only the form and little of the substance of the bathing suit requirement.
Paul and Lauren had spent the first two days of their vacation unwinding from the grind of their work. Lauren had insisted that no laptops or cell phones accompany them, and Paul had reluctantly complied. He was surprised by how easily he was adapting to being disconnected from the usual tide of business.
Lauren was surprised by the temerity of women who seemed comfortable with going topless or being completely naked. More than a few men chose the "no clothing" option as well. On the afternoon of the second day Paul was surprised but silent when she decided to remove her bikini top. Her very large breasts had always been a source of pleasure for Paul, and he enjoyed watching her show them off.
They had enjoyed sex twice on each of the first two days. Last night, after dinner, they had watched an X-rated movie on cable television. Halfway through the movie Lauren had removed her robe and leaned across Paul's torso, sucking his cock as she continued to watch the movie. After a few minutes she had looked back over her shoulder at Paul and asked, "Are you going to fuck this hot little cunt or what?"
Paul responded enthusiastically, thrusting his swollen member inside her. Lauren continued to surprise and encourage him with "dirty talk", and he quickly brought her to three consecutive orgasms – the last one accompanying his own. They had gone to sleep quickly in a tangle of arms and legs.
They awoke early on the third day of a ten-day vacation and shared a light breakfast of cereal and fruit. After a long walk of nearly five miles on the beach, they spent a couple of hours lounging in the late morning sun. Lauren removed her bikini top again, turning to smile at Paul as he raised his eyebrows and smiled his approval. After nearly two hours of sun, they returned to their suite to shower and order lunch.
When Paul stepped out of the shower, Lauren was liberally applying body lotion to her breasts, cupping their heavy globes in both her hands. Paul reached for her nipples and tugged them both as he leered at her.
"Didn't you order room service, baby?" Lauren asked.
"Yeah, should be here any time."
"Well, you had better wait on that for a few minutes."
She no sooner finished her sentence than a gentle rap on the door announced the arrival of their lunch. Lauren reached for the short terrycloth robe and wrapped it around herself, while Paul grabbed a towel and knotted it at his waist. He took three long strides to answer the door.
"Good afternoon, sir." It was Ramon, the waiter who had served them drinks at the beach on each of the two preceding days.
"Hey, Ramon! I thought you just worked the beach?"
Ramon closed the door behind him and pushed the service cart into the room.
"I usually work room service during the lunch shift, sir."
He looked up and smiled to see Lauren sitting on the couch at the far side of the room. She had pulled her legs up beneath her and was leaning back with her arms extended along the back of the couch. Her robe gaped open widely, exposing the inside curves of both breasts.
"Hi, ma'am."
"Nice to see you, Ramon. Could you just set it up on the table?"
"Sure."
Ramon smiled and began moving dishes from the cart to the dining table. He was above medium height and well-muscled. The tan of his Latin/Mediterranean skin contrasted sharply with white polo shirt and Bermuda shorts.
"You took very good care of us on the beach, Ramon," Lauren purred.
"It was my pleasure, ma'am."
Paul looked at Lauren, and she smiled and winked at him.
"You kind of liked seeing me topless on the beach, didn't you, Ramon?"
"Uhhhh, excuse me, ma'am?" Ramon looked at her with down-turned eyes.
"You liked looking at my tits, Ramon. Admit it."
"Well . . . they're very attractive, ma'am."
"Did they give you a hardon, Ramon?"
