Charlotte was tired of being cold. Not in a sexual way; she was plenty of HOT in that department. Maybe there were new things she could try sexually, but she was tired of being literally cold. Snow and ice seemed to surround her for much longer this winter. So when she heard of an affordable flight to Costa Rica and how all the warm sand beaches there were free (and how it was typically 80 degrees during late winter), she knew she had to go.
As she packed, at first she was bring long pants and sweat shirts. But then she remembered how she would leave the chill behind, how she would bask in the sun while cabana boys brought her drinks, dressed in her tiniest bikini. Although pale complected, she was looking forward to feeling the sun on her exposed skin... and she planned to expose plenty of it! Out went the pants, out went the sweat shirts, and suddenly, she had plenty of room for her barely covering beachwear and club wear.
As she boarded the plane and sat down, she closed her eyes and pictured herself in the surf, warm ocean waves and breezes swirling against her. She felt her nipples grow hard as she also thought about the nights in the clubs - dancing with a parade of hot Latinos and Latinas, their hands touching every part of her body. When the plane hit altitude, she hurried off to the bathroom, put her hand under her short skirt, and felt the wetness that had grown from her imagination. Quickly - but maybe not too quietly - she furiously rubbed her throbbing clit until she gasped at her cumming. It was a start to what she knew would be a great vacation.
Sated, Charlotte pulled up her panties, straightened her skirt and made her way back to her seat. She wondered if anyone knew what she did and grinned to herself. She could have sworn one man with short-shorn grey hair - a silver fox in her book - seated next to a redhead with long flowing locks made knowing eye contact with her. But he couldn't have possibly known, right? Oh, well, she thought he was kind of cute and if anyone was going to think she was naughty, she kinda hoped it would be him. She went back to her seat and fell asleep, dreaming of the warm jungle air and the soft ocean breezes - and maybe a sexual adventure - that would soon greet her.
A few hours passed, but they seemed like only minutes, and Charlotte landed at the international airport in San Jose. Everything looked so fresh and fun and WARM! she thought as she made her way to get her bags, clear customs and out to where her hotel shuttle was waiting. Charlotte loved the way the air greeted her face as her purple locks flew in the breeze of the open SUV window. For the next hour or so, she watched the rain forest pass by her on one side and then about halfway through the journey the ocean on the other. How inviting the deep blue waves looked as they crashed against the golden sands of the shore. She couldn't wait to try it out for herself.
A quick check-in at her beachside hotel, and Charlotte was up in her room - not spacious, but honestly, there was too much to see outside for her to want to spend too much time in there anyway. She quickly undressed and stood there naked as she fished her new, mushroom print bikini out of her luggage. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, she did pause for a second and admire her own body: she had just the right curves in just the right places, including a pair of perfect D sized breasts, an ass to die for (and she had known plenty of men who would die for it!), and that enticing shaved pussy.
Running a finger down her body and along her pouty cunt lips, Charlotte considered fingering herself again. Lingering for just a moment along her swollen labia, she saw her pale nipples - almost the same color as her breasts - rise in excitement. But she wanted to get to that beach, have a few drinks and maybe meet somebody - or someBODIES. She pulled the bottoms up over her curvaceous ass and pulled them tight against her bare pussy lips. She loved how the thong-like bottom split her ass cheeks and nestled up against her tight little puckered back entrance, barely covering that part of her. Putting her arms into the top, she loved the way it cupped her tits, while the opening between each side gave a nice view of her side boob.
Grabbing the sun block from her bag, Charlotte headed out and down to the front desk where she picked up a cold bottle of wine to drink, while also flirting with the handsome clerk behind the desk, "Juan." She imagined what it would be like to have his young, strong hands all over her body, how it would feel when he kissed her up and down her neck, and how she would ride what she imagined was a massive cock under the white shorts he wore. Charlotte would definitely be back later to see him - and maybe his friends, she thought naughtily to herself. But for now, the sounds of the surf called her out, and she headed for the shore.
Charlotte was delighted to learn that all the beaches in Costa Rica are free - no one owns them, although hotels can provide services, like chairs and umbrellas. She decided it would be a good idea to have the shade to run back to in between runs into the water. Applying a generous amount of lotion to her pale skin, she found herself getting aroused again as she moved straps and cloth out of the way to make sure no part was unprotected.
Charlotte loved the feel of her own hands on her body, sliding down and back up her leg, slightly brushing her pussy just barely covered by the bikini. She also applied the lotion between her tits, thinking how it could be a prelude to one of the handsome locals she saw on the beach later fucking her between her enormous breasts, applying their own lotion to her chest and into her mouth, as she eagerly sucked the remaining drops of cum down her throat. The fantasy was running wild in her mind, and Charlotte wanted to put her hand into the skimpy bottoms and fuck herself again, right then and there. But the waves called, and Charlotte headed for the water.
Happily bouncing along, Charlotte saw a couple of the local guys look her way, as her ample bosom bounced up and down and she skipped to the water. She knew her fine ass was on display, too, and she felt excited to have all this attention, when just a few hours earlier, she was wrapped from head to toe in the frozen north attire of the day. Here, she felt so free and WARM! especially as the first wave hit her and surrounded her body with a blue blanket of wet warmness. She splashed and cavorted around in the water, plunging into an arriving wave.
After a few minutes, she headed back to her shaded chair and awaiting bottle of wine, bouncing and showing off even more for the guys - and now a few gals - who watched her. One of the times, she could have sworn she saw the silver fox from the plane, accompanied by his redheaded beauty, her own large tits barely confined by her bikini and her bottoms doing their best to cover her curvaceous ass, just a couple of hundred yards from her location. Charlotte smiled as she watched them laugh and play together in the water, like they were teenagers, and the only ones in the world was each other. They didn't seem to notice her - at least not at the moment - but that was ok, because Charlotte felt she had plenty of attention from others.
Each time, Charlotte would return to her shaded chair, she'd have a few sips of wine while the breeze dried her. As her trips back and forth continued - and the sips of wine continued - Charlotte found herself a little tipsy... a lot horny. Concealing it the best she could, she ran her fingers down her body and just under the thin strip of bikini covering her wet pussy. Very surreptitiously, she found her way to her swollen labia, parting them slightly to put a fingertip on her throbbing clit.
Charlotte could feel the heat her own body put off, and started to make slow circles around her love nub. Looking left and then right, she served as her own careful lookout, making sure it wasn't too obvious what she was doing to any prying eyes. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, more turned on and more turned on, as she picked up the pace of rubbing herself.
