Chapter 2: Monday Morning Poolside Impromptu
Steve's private retreat was situated two-thirds of the way up the bluff overlooking the La Playa Spa and Resort. It wrapped partially around the promontory which protected the hidden cove from the prevailing winds, providing spectacular views of the beach and crystal Caribbean in the direction of Aruba, just twenty miles to the south. Steve walked down the steps from his retreat for his morning walk of the grounds, his cock bouncing lewdly in front of him.
He wore his sport sandals with his master key hung from a leather thong around his neck. His only other apparel was a solid gold chain around his waste that had a small plastic pouch hanging on one side with its two ends connected to the large gold cock ring seated at the base of his scrotum, encircling both his cock and balls. The chain was a bit short, so that the total effect was to lift his package and make it jut out boldly in front of his legs. He was not hugely endowed, and enjoyed using cock rings and other jewelry to heighten the impact of his exhibitionist tendencies.
The Landscape Staff greeted him warmly as he walked through the gardens planted atop the grotto. Though the rock walls and cave entrance looked natural, it was all a very carefully sculpted artificial environment. Inside the extensive caves were various nooks, crannies, and benches covered with cushions and softly lit. Deep inside it was possible to pass into a back door of the dungeon on the one hand, or into any of the three Roman baths (men's, women's, or mixed) which were at the rear of the spa complex. One arm of the caves was traversed by the artificial river which circulated through the pools to provide a river tubing experience. Steve had high hopes that this feature, so common at family-oriented resorts, would provide the milieu for creating some interesting new uses of inner-tubes and contribute to creating a word of mouth legend for his island.
It was now nearly ten, but only a few guests sat at tables along the veranda drinking morning coffee, reading newspapers, or sipping Bloody Marys or mimosas. The scene was one you could see at a hundred resorts around the Caribbean, with the only noticeable difference being the relative undress of the patrons. A large woman who Steve guessed to be in her mid-forties watched him walk by and lowered her hand to her naked right breast to give her own nipple a tweak as she appraised his decorated cock. On her left wrist she wore the pink-pink-blue armbands of a curious lesbian topped with the black armband that designated her as dominant. Steve wished her a good morning and reached up to tug on the ring in his own right nipple in acknowledgement.
While last night's reception had not gone late, most guests were still in bed, enjoying their first full night at the resort. John and Carolyn, swingers from the Outer Banks of North Carolina came loping by Steve as he checked one of the many fountains on the property for debris. They wore only running shoes and their wrist bands (both denoting heterosexual-curious) and were obviously headed for a morning run along the beach. They planned to meet their regular swing partners Lisa and David in the pool bar after their run.
As Steve approached the pool he saw a lovely young woman with short blonde hair swimming in a lap lane in one part of the huge pool complex. The pool was designed primarily for sexual play, with many submerged benches and relatively shallow depths, but it also included a diving pool and four full length Olympic lanes for exercise. Steve was a sucker for short haired blondes with medium to small breasts, and as the woman, who Steve remembered he had met last night after his exhibitionistic welcome speech began her next lap she switched from the crawl to the backstroke, revealing a gorgeous set of breasts with long nipples. She wore the single pink and blue bands of a bi-curious woman. Steve decided to spot check the pH on the pool and enjoy the view.
After retrieving the testing kit from its poolside locker (cleverly disguised by the landscape architect as a large boulder) he moved to the diving pool and captured a water sample. He surreptitiously stole a few glances at the blonde, whose name he now remembered was Lisa, until her eyes caught his. She stopped swimming and smiled at him, raising herself out of the water to display her small, firm, mounds.
Pleased with identifying a fellow exhibitionist, Steve smiled in return and arched his back as he straightened to count out the drops of titrate into the sample, thrusting his cock out further and catching a warm ray of sun on his smooth, hairless body. He had undergone an extensive series of laser hair removal treatments a few years ago, and planned on using the services of the spa to keep his body completely smooth from now on.
Lisa resumed her laps, this time changing to the butterfly for a length to display both her gorgeous chest and flawless ass, neither touched with a tan line. Steve completed his test, returned the kit to the "boulder" and went to sit on a deck chair next to the lap lanes. As he settled down he noticed two couples arrive at the pool, one a handsome black couple he knew from Chicago wearing double pink and blue bands like himself (the black man was one of the earliest investors in the resort venture) and the other a heavy-set pair wearing bathing suits and strong heterosexual bands who seemed a bit shocked by his unusual pool attire. Steve hoped they would go ahead and relax, as they had obviously had some strong urges to have passed all the screenings to get into the resort.
On the return length Lisa switched to the backstroke as Steve adjusted the back of the deck chair so he could both recline and watch the water nymph swim. He reached down and idly stroked his balls as Lisa gave an exaggerated kick to send water splashing his way. The black couple, Herb and Roxanne also took up stations near the lap lanes and began applying sunscreen to each others mocha skin. Roxanne had large pendulous breasts with huge aureoles, which Herb took special care to rub large quantities of lotion into.
Steve's cock stiffened under his caress, and he looked across the pool where he was pleased to see the heavy-set pair, Bill and Melinda from Kansas City, were recovering from their initial shocked shyness and were now openly staring as Roxanne stroked Herb's eight inch prick to hardness with the creamy lotion. Steve let one hand tickle the ring in his left nipple as he licked the fingers of his right hand and smoothed them up and down his shaft. Lisa, winded now after a number of laps, had stopped and was hanging on the side of the pool, fascinated by this wealthy man so brazenly displaying his sexuality.
Several couples strolled through the pool area on their way to catch the 10:30 AM boat to the Isle of Eros, the tiny island about a tenth of a mile from the beach. A few lingered for some time, watching the evolving display, but hurried on when the boatman rang his bell as a last call. Steve's cock had now hardened to its full six and a half inches, and the cock ring was doing its job is constricting blood flow and the elasticity of the skin on his scrotum, causing his entire package to swell and the bulbous mushroom head of his cut, hairless cock to blossom further.
