The name of the resort is Ile des Femmes, which is French for Island of Women. It is a fitting name since it is run by women, staffed exclusively by women and caters only to women. A true No Man's Land, as it were. It doesn't advertise. You cannot find it in any travel brochures. There's not even a website. It's strictly word of mouth. And I love coming here. I come here for world class pampering, world class dining, and world class inspiration. As a lover of women as well as an author of erotica, Ile des Femmes never fails to get my creative, as well as womanly, juices flowing.
There were no other women at the pool this morning. Still a little too early in the day and the summer season had just begun. I was just wearing my bikini bottoms and a pair of sunglasses, sipping an early morning mimosa and enjoying the hot sun and cool breeze playing over my skin. Clothing optional was the policy at Ile des Femmes and they meant it. Still, there was a nice, high privacy fence around the pool for those women who had a modicum of modesty.
Then she walked in. The first thing that I noticed about her was her breasts. They were huge and firm with not a hint of sag. Either she had found a great plastic surgeon or God had blessed her with a knockout set. And I was leaning towards God. The mystery woman glanced my way and hesitated for a second as she reached for the button to her shorts. She must have not thought of me as a threat because as she undid the button and shimmied out of them, exposing her thong bikini before untying the knot holding her top on, freeing those magnificent tits to my view. I couldn't help but smile a little as she turned away for a second, affording me a great look at her long, muscular legs and tight ass. I did my best to feign nonchalant as she walked to the water's edge and dove in. Taking another sip of my drink, I enjoyed the sight of her incredible body as it effortlessly moved through the water.
Pretty soon, however, the warmth of the sun, not to mention the effect she was having on me, caused me to be a bit overheated. Standing up, I raised my arms over my head and stretched, pushing my chest out a bit, walked over to the edge of the pool and slipped in, gasping as my body entered the cool water. I just stood there for a moment, trying to acclimate myself to the temperature when she swam over. I gasped again as she stood up. The water glistening in the early morning sun gave her body a glow. Again, I was happy that I had sunglasses on as my eyes widened at the sight. She smiled a dazzling smile before holding out her hand for me to shake. "Hey, how are ya doing? Name's Laura." I took her hand, shaking it. She had a strong grip, her fingers pressing into my skin. I started wondering what else she could do with those fingers.
"Sarah." I replied. "I'm doing well, thank you. Yourself?"
"Oh, so so." she said, laughing. "Just enjoying paradise. Arrived last night."
"First time here?" I asked. Laura nodded in reply, still smiling. "Well, I hope you love pampering and total relaxation because this place is perfect for that."
"I'm just glad that I found a place on Earth that I can be undressed and not have to worry about a bunch of men ogling my body." I chuckled at her comment.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. You don't have to worry about men here. Some of the women, on the other hand..." Laura let out a little chuckle of her own.
"Women, I can handle." I couldn't help myself. My eyebrow raised in speculation but Laura didn't elaborate further. I asked if she would like to join me lounging in the sun to which she readily agreed. After she moved her belongings over to my chaise, I poured her a drink and we chatted for a while. I learned that she had moved to Hollywood with visions of stardom dancing in her which, sadly, didn't come to fruition. Instead, she'd married an older gentleman, choosing the life of a trophy wife. All he wanted, it seemed, was to show her off to all of his friends. I shook my head in sympathy upon hearing this.
"Sorry to say but that sounds a bit lonely." Laura shrugged and took a sip of her drink before replying.
"Yeah, it can be." she finally said. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I tried to think of something to say to lighten the mood.
"So, how did you hear of this place." The resort didn't advertise, relying on word of mouth only.
"A couple of girlfriends of mine told me about it and said that I needed to come here." Again, I wondered what exactly Laura meant with the term "girlfriends". A tingle shot through my pussy and I squeezed my thighs together as lascivious images floated through my head. Contrary to what the rumors said about this resort, it wasn't a haven for rich lesbians to have wild orgies all the time. There were many straight women who came here just to relax without the stress of having men around. But, that isn't to say that rich lesbians didn't come here at all. We just had to be a little discreet and selective on who we hit on. Unfortunately, we all didn't have a scarlet "L" tattooed on our asses. Though, to be honest, it would make it easier if we did.
After a few more minutes of sitting and chatting, I invited Laura back to my bungalow for a light lunch. Honestly, it was totally innocent. Well, not totally, I'd guess. She smiled her beautiful smile and said sure. We gathered our things and walked down the path to my little house on the beach that I always stayed at when I came here. It was small but secluded with a perfect view of the setting sun. Laura whistled in appreciation when we entered. "I knew I should have rented one of these." she said, looking around. I laughed at her comment.
"Yeah, some women don't like them but I love being able to just get away from everyone when I want to." I walked to the kitchen and gathered some finger foods, grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and headed back to where Laura had seated herself on the loveseat. Placing the food on the coffee table, I opened the wine, poured us each a glass and sat down, facing her. On purpose, I leaned back on the arm of the chair and arranged my body so that our legs were barely touching. I was pleased when she didn't pull back and even happier when she subtly pressed her leg into mine We locked gazes for a briefest second as both of us took a sip of wine. The sexual tension was beginning to build as my gaze traveled down her body
"So." Laura said, finally breaking the silence. "You haven't told me anything really about yourself yet. What do you do for a living?" This was the question that I was both anticipating and dreading.
"Well..." I paused, taking another sip of wine. "I am an author."
"Oooooh. Anything I would have read?"