My name is Vi, my husband Jed and I are workaholics, at least that is what our friends think. We watched each week as summer rolled by, when they took vacations and holidays, and we stayed behind building our business and dreaming of a tropical get away. Finally, I called a travel agent and booked us a week in the islands, we were fortunate enough to find one suite left, the agent told us there was a convention but he assured us the balcony was private and had amazing ocean and beach views.
Next thing you know we're relaxing on the beach, fresh fruity rum drinks in our hands, and enjoying the waves crashing against the sand. Jed and I were avid joggers, very athletic compared to our friends in out age group (Mid 30s). On the weekends, we did half marathons, hiking and lately several of the mudder obstacle courses, it was one of the reason a vacation never seemed pressing.
Jed was born with a naturally muscular frame, all six feet of it, with smoking green eyes and reddish brown hair. I was endowed with a large bosom, but as a woman had to be religious about food and exercise to keep the weight off. Jed teased me about " liking big butts" but I was jealous of my boyish behind, and wanted to keep it.
As I was saying, we were just lazing around when this woman approached us, she was tall, her blond hair braided tightly into two rows down her back. She was young, thin, and my first reflex was to glance over and see of Jed was ogling her. No worries, his eyes were closed behind the sunglasses.
"Hi, I'm Siggy" she said, warmly, "Are you two here for the convention? I don't see your wrist bands." I looked and sure enough, she had a white wrist band with a gold pineapple on it. She had a slight accent, German or Swedish, I guessed.
"No, were just here on our own, enjoying the peace and quiet." I said, hoping she'd go away.
"Oh, that explains it!" She seemed relieved, "You are so young! They are all so old, we must have booked the wrong week!"
By this time, my husband sat up and inquired "Wrong week? What convention?"
Well. Cutting to the chase: Siggy and her husband were part of a partner swapping swinger group out of Oslo, Norway, but seemed to have been scheduled for "Senior Week" accidentally. The pineapple wristband was like a membership token, signaling the couple's availability for a swap. We'd noticed them all over the place earlier, in the arms of seeming retirees, never thinking what they meant, as most other guests just left us alone. While she talked, she waived over to her husband, playing in the surf, and he jogged over to say hello.
'Fin" he said, sticking out his hand to Jed. "Ya, it's like watching sea elephants mating!" He said, referring to the other, older and out of shape conventioneers. Siggy shushed him, embarrassed, but Jed laughed heartily. They shook, and I noticed that Fin was tall, lean, his ripped frame dripping with sea water. His blond hair was close cropped, and his body was almost hairless. It was like the poster for "Rocky IV" had come to life.
Well, Jed was fully engaged in conversation, now, there was no stopping him, so we all sunned ourselves, played in the surf and talked until dinner time, when Siggy suggested we join them. After dinner, Siggy mentioned they had a small, interior room with no windows, and then before I could stop him, Jed invited them up to see the sunset from our balcony. Next thing I knew, we're lounging in the sunset with fresh drinks in our hands. It was a wonderful evening, and after sunset Siggy and Fin excused themselves and left Jed and I alone. We snuggled and then made love, falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, we slept in late, we'd just finished showering and were getting ready for breakfast when there was a knock on the door. "Room Service" I heard, glancing over a Jed; he shrugged.
Fin came in and headed to the balcony, a basket under one arm and a pot of coffee under the other. Siggy said "We thought we're save you from standing in the buffet line with the sea elephants!" She said, laughing. The coffee smelled wonderful and the basket held a variety of tidbits, I looked over at Jed but he just shrugged again and started in on the meal.
It was a sweet thing to do, and it was a lovely breakfast. After we cleaned up, Jed mentioned we were headed out to the beach, and Fin suggested we should apply sunscreen here, before we go. Then, Siggy stood up, and dropped her bikini top, stepping out of her bottoms, while Fin rubbed a coconut scented tanning oil into her skin. She put her suit back on, and did his chest and shoulders, back and neck. It was quite a show.
His hands dripping with oil, he turned to me and asked "Would you like a little, too?" Before either Jed or I could protest, Siggy said "Fin! Do not be so forward! Here, I'll do Vi." and she stepped behind me and applied oil to my back. I was about to stop her, but her hands felt so soft and firm, unlike my husbands meaty paws, these were lacy delicate but strong, gently massaging the oil into my neck and shoulders, down my back to just below my bikini line. "You have such a beautiful neck" She said, almost absently, and carefully made sure every inch was covered.
When Jed and I performed this ritual, we were often in a hurry, or focused on not getting sunburn, very professorial. Here, Siggy was taking her time, she seemed to enjoy the routine as much I did receiving it. I glanced up to see Jed and Fin trading sunscreen applications, but these two muscular guys were goofing off and flexing for no reason, and once Fin discovered Jed was ticklish, found it amusing to keep triggering Jed into a laughing spell. Boys will be boys, I guess.
We spent the morning exploring the beaches and playing in the waves, despite my original misgivings, Fin and Siggy were great company. Always the explorer, Jed found a secluded sandy cove and we discovered a cache of smooth, colorful sea glass. I picked up a fistful of the colorful pebbles, shiny and sparkling in the sun, and handed Siggy a few of the larger ones, dropping those remaining into my pocket. I kept thinking about Siggy's fingers massaging oil into my neck and down my back, her soft, but firm touch, gentile tracing the oil across the lines of my spine. I started looking at her in a different light, and not as a platonic friend..