AUTHOR'S NOTE: There's no way to hide it, this story is long. But please sit back and let it unfold. There's a LOT of explicit sex (isn't that why you read Literotica?) but things don't heat up immediately. I don't write "wham bam, thank you ma'am" stories. If you invest the time, you'll find that the story will handsomely repay your investment. If you're impatient, skip ahead and jump right into the deep end. Either way, thanks for reading. PS. This place is totally fictitious.
The scene before her was like a postcard. Carrie stared out at the ocean; the view from her second floor villa was beyond belief. The blue ocean waves gently lapped at the sand and the beaches glittered in the sunlight.
The gentle trade wind unceremoniously blew by as it delicately swirled over her naked skin. She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath filling her lungs with the sweet, salt island air. After capturing the breath, she let slowly it out as if trying to soak in as much of the experience as possible.
Then again the thirty-one-year-old hadn't seen much from the window of her two-story home back in Springfield so to her, being at any beach was a fantasy. What amazed her more than anything was that only six weeks ago she was reading about resorts like these in magazine articles and on web sites and today was the last day of her visit.
She remembers the shiver of fear and trepidation she felt when gave the travel agent her credit card number. Her heart raced but she signed up anyway and here she was.
Her extremely conservative life had been built around security and predictability. She was raised by parents who preached that sex was dirty and boys were bad. So her dating life was equally conservative. She always wanted to do more but couldn't quite break out of her shell. Boyfriends were always "making moves" on her but she would push them away out of habit or parental-instilled fear rather than principle or morals. Mentally, she wanted to be like the "other girls" but physically she didn't know how or where to begin and rather than facing her fears and giving into her desires, she shunned the advances and stayed buttoned up.
Her senior year of high school, Daniel had swept her off her feet. She loved her new sexual freedom more than the man. Nevertheless, they got married but soon realized the mistake. The mistake languished for seven unsatisfying years before they finally called it quits.
The next few years were nothing more than sporadic flings and unfulfilled dating efforts. The bar scene sucked, singles groups only yielded co-dependent mama's boys and the internet wasn't much better. Many of these men were unwed for clear and obvious reasons.
If she heard the words, "Come here often" one more time, she thought she would scream!
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Fresh out of the shower, Carrie looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was well toned from working out her pent up frustrations at the gym; she was proud of her appearance. As she gazed at herself, she couldn't help thinking that she wanted to do something daring and audacious – even reckless.
After all these years she needed to do something for herself. She needed to do something that no one would ever guess she was capable of doing. She needed to ignite the confidence and passion that she knew was lurking deep inside and begging to be released.
She kept going back to the article she read in Penthouse Magazine and on the ones on the internet about the new Lifestyle Resorts that were gaining in popularity.
Carrie reached for her robe.
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Austin Adams was her best friend. She and Carrie grew up together – same neighborhood, same schools and same circle of friends. A few years ago she got entwined in a stupid romance. She met the idiot at a friend's wedding, the sexual fling turned into a string of steady dates and the dates turned into him sleeping at her house almost all the time.
The stupid part was the guy was 31 years old, still lived at home with his parents. He was employed at Best Buy as a department manager and worked for video games, pizza and beer. Without noticing it at first, the guy was slowly moving his stuff over to Austin's condo; first a Sony PlayStation 3, and then a few clothes. He would eat her food, watch her TV and rent three or four PPV movies a week on her cable bill.
Austin was proud of her education, career achievements, and independence, while this guy was proud of the fact that he could almost perfectly complete Guitar Hero's Though the Fire and Flames on the hardest level and that he could party until 2am and still function at work the next day. There was an obvious incompatibility and maturity mismatch that was quickly bringing the relationship to an end. Then one day a Penthouse Magazine showed up in her mailbox with his name on it.
It wasn't the content as much as his gall. When she confronted him about sending a magazine subscription to a house he didn't actually live in, he said he couldn't have it sent to his parent's house. They wouldn't approve. It was at that point Austin realized that he was just mooching off of her like he was doing to his over-protective, coddling parents (that should have kicked him out of the nest long ago) and his so-called friends. This guy was a dead end and after only eight weeks, she called it off. She told Carrie the relationship lasted seven weeks and five days too long.
He really showed his immaturity when he called her a, "Uptight bitch," as he gathered his things. She replied, "Don't be late for dinner or you might get grounded," then muttered under her breath, "You fucking mooch."
A few more Penthouse Magazines landed in her mailbox before she got the great idea to call in an address change to the guy's parent's home. She wondered if he'd call her once his mom retrieved the magazine from the family mailbox in three to six weeks.
While at Austin's house, Carrie grabbed one of the Penthouse copies still lying around and thumbed through it. "Austin, I can believe he had this mailed to your house without telling you." The magazine itself wasn't too bad. Nowhere near as classy as Playboy but not as graphically offensive as Hustler. "Why are you keeping these anyway?"
"I don't know. I thought you might like them," Austin laughed. "Just kidding, they're kind of fun to look at, I guess. I'm going to toss them soon."
Her eyes caught an article called "Vacation Naked – Twelve Places in Paradise to Get an All-over Tan". There was a cute graphic next to the title of a dark-tanned naked cartoon woman with bright white tan lines. The cartoon lady had a red circle with a diagonal red stripe though it, like a no-smoking sign, and the words, "No Tan Lines" under it. The article was about the rapidly growing clothing-optional and hedonistic Lifestyle resorts that were popping up all over the world at a record setting pace. There were 12 listed and web sites where serious research could be done.
"I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom."
"With a Penthouse Magazine?"
"Why not?" She shrugged. "It's not that bad. The chicks are kind of hot."
"You're not going to...you know...are you?" Austin gave her a funny questioning grin as she quickly rubbed her crotch with two fingers.
"You never know. If you hear funny groaning noises coming through the door...don't come in," Carrie joked as she darted off with a smile to the toilet.
When she returned she sat down next to Austin. "Look at this article and tell me what you think."
Austin scanned the document. "What? Are you thinking about going to one of these places?" She kept reading then looked up, "Are you serious?"
"I don't know. It might be fun, don't you think?"
