This is a true story. If only it happened every time we went away.
We were finally going for the week away that we’d been promising ourselves for nearly a year. We’d been waiting for the Australian government to grant us a visa extension, and it had finally arrived…after 8 months.
It was August, and we were in the middle of an Australian winter. Sydney is hardly cold by most winter standards, but cold enough to warrant a trip to somewhere warm and sandy.
Fiji’s Coral Coast seemed like a fine choice. Nothing to do all day but sit in the sun with a book, drink cocktails, and fuck like rabbits. Yep, Fiji’s the place for us.
We landed at around 8:00 p.m. local time with the prospect of a 2 hour coach ride. We’re both smokers, so having been on a plane for a few hours, and then having to slowly pass through immigration, we stopped for a quick cigarette before getting on the coach. By the time we’d finished, the 20 seat coach was full. Stuck at the airport in Nadi waiting for transport was hardly my idea of a good start to a holiday.
Just then a Fijian holiday rep. came up to us and said no problem, he’d take us the resort himself. At which point, he grabbed our bags and put them in the back of a leather clad E class Mercedes. This holiday was beginning to look that little bit better.
An hour later, we were sipping cocktails at the bar, and being completely pampered by the staff, who thought that we were holiday industry reps. Apparently, people arriving in a Mercedes usually are. Not that we were complaining, you understand. We’d halved the journey time by not having to travel with the rest of the holiday makers and we’d just caught the end of dinner. Yep, this holiday was getting better by the minute.
The couple next to us at the bar introduced themselves as Dan and Naomi. They were English, undoubtedly from London, and were on a 9 month honeymoon traveling the world. I wouldn’t describe either of them as stunning in appearance, but they were undoubtedly sexy. Time flew by as the cocktails slipped down easily, and it was soon time for bed.
We woke in the morning to a beautiful sight. The lagoon was like a mirror, there was a slight breeze, and it was 28 degrees. The resort, which only had 25 Bures was nestled in a small valley and was surrounded by lush tropical vegetation. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. This was truly paradise. After a short stroll and a few photo opportunities, we went for breakfast where we bumped in to Dan and Naomi again. This time they were both in their beach wear, and displaying very nice physiques. Dan was about 6 foot tall with hardly an ounce of fat on him, and sporting a rather impressive and very noticeable bulge in his Speedos. Naomi was about 5’ 6” and very curvy. I have to admit to having a thing for voluptuous women. After all, my wife, Al, is 5’ 3”, D cup breasts, and a figure to die for. Lucky me eh?!