A Holiday in Paradise

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events or people, living, dead, or fictional is entirely unintended. Sexual activity should occur only between consenting adults in the absence of coercion. What is sexy in fantasy may be appalling in reality; do not confuse the one for the other.

To the extent that anyone reads these stories for the plot and characters, you may enjoy this one more if you've already read the chronologically earlier Lana Drake stories. As of the time of posting, these are, in order:

An Evening with Artists

Stacked in the Stacks

Flashing the Frat

Welcoming the President

A Meeting with the Dean

Recruiting for the Team

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"You know, I could really get used to this?" Mike said, echoing my thoughts exactly.

Our cab had just dropped us in front of a beachfront home. The weather was clear, with a light breeze and temperatures in the low eighties. I could smell salt on the air and hear the scream of seagulls and the roar of the waves. The house was elegantly built of white stucco with bright blue shutters, decorated with beautiful tiles embedded in the walls.

We walked up a pretty, narrow path to the front door, pulling our suitcases behind us. Mike looked at me and quirked an eyebrow, "Ready?"

I grinned up at him, struck once again by how handsome he was. Just shy of six feet tall with short brown hair, a neat beard with only a little gray in it, and piercing green eyes, looking at Mike still made my heart go pitter-pat. And it's a good thing, too, since I was married to him!

"Ready," I answered.

He knocked on the door and we heard a muffled, "Coming!" Moments later the door opened to reveal my oldest friend in the world.

"Lana!" Mila squealed, and pulled me into a hug.

I hugged her back, "Oh, it's so good to see you!"

Mila released me, smiling, and turned, "Mike! So good to see you too!"

She was leaning in to hug while I felt a tap on one shoulder. I looked over to find Jin, Mila's wife, smiling at me. Mila was tall, with dusky skin, long legs, and a fit and toned body. Jin was about my height, with long, straight black hair and light olive skin. They made a nice couple and we all got along well. I hugged Jin, and gave her a quick peck on one cheek, and then it was all the usual bustle of bringing in suitcases and saying hello.

Mila and her wife worked in Seattle where Mila was a high flying attorney and Jin worked remotely for an investment firm. Mila had just won a major case, and a hell of a lot of money, for her firm and the senior partners had given her a bonus. Money, of course, but also some vacation time and free use of the firm's Caribbean villa. I don't think she waited a day before calling me and Mike and inviting us to join them for a visit. Mike asked if he could invite his oldest friend, Jorge, and his wife, and a couples vacation was born! It took some finagling to make the schedules line up, but with the help of our spring break and the generosity of Mike's parents in taking the kids for a few days, it all came together. And now we had several days without kids in paradise!

The villa was elegant and gorgeous. Clean and bright inside with tasteful lighting and typical beach decor. Three bedrooms, each was a gigantic king bed, and a walled courtyard with a fire pit, a grill, comfortable seating, and a jacuzzi. And beyond the courtyard, of course, was the beach and the ocean. A gorgeous expanse of azure water, baking sand, and a steady breeze.

Mila and Jin left us to unpack in our room. I was putting my swimsuits in a drawer when Mike came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Oh, I see you brought the nice swimsuit!"

I knew what he meant; I still only wore two-piece suits, but as a mom most of the ones I wore with any frequency were built to stay in place no matter what little hands might do. My "nice" swimsuit was something else entirely, built to look good and to come out of place easily at what bigger hands might do.

"I did! Do you think I still have the body for it?" I purred, leaning back against him.

He chuckled deep in his throat and slid his hands up under my linen shirt. He took a breast in each hand and squeezed gently, "Well, for sure you've still got the tits for it!"

Mike started nibbling at one ear while he massaged my breasts and I began to feel warm in my belly.

"Mike, you're distracting me. We're supposed to be unpacking and putting clothes away," I sighed.

"You're right," he murmured, "and I just think we should start by putting THESE clothes away."

Just then I heard a loud knock at the front door and Mila called out, "They're here!"

With a sigh, Mike released me and stepped back, "Well, shall we say hello?"

We went back to the front door just as Mila was waving Jorge and his wife, Susan, inside. Jorge was almost as tall as Mike, but broader, with swarthy skin and deep black hair. His square face was smiling faintly, about the only way he smiled. Mike and Jorge had grown up together and thought of each other as brothers more than anything else. In contrast his wife was shorter than I was, sleight, and with medium length blonde hair and pale skin. I'd spent lots of time with Jorge over the years, at least enough to know that he was was secretly sweet, but he'd only been married for a couple of years and we'd only ever met Susan at the wedding, so we didn't know her all that well. Mila and Jin had spent plenty of time around Mike, and had met Jorge a few times as well, but Susan was new to them, too.

Mike and Jorge hugged and I hugged Susan. I might not know her well, but I wanted her to feel comfortable. There was more chatting, more bustling, more talking, and before we all realized it we were eating a late dinner and making plans for the next day. We all said our good nights and went to our rooms.

I'd only just heard the door to our room close before Mike's hands grabbed my shoulders and threw me onto the bed. I giggled as he slid his hands up under my long skirt and pulled my panties down my legs. He winked at me, throwing my panties over one shoulder, and then dove under my skirt. I felt him kiss his way up my legs and pause for just a moment. A shock of pleasure shot through me as I felt his tongue delicately flick my clit and I leaned back with a sigh, losing myself in the ecstasy of being eaten out by my husband. He knew exactly what to do and played my body like an expert violinist plays his instrument. My first orgasm was sharp, and took only a couple of minutes to arrive. Mike didn't stop though; he knew me too well. He licked and flicked, sometimes at my clit, sometimes around my labia, sometimes sliding the tip of his tongue inside me before drawing it firmly up and down the length of my slit. I rode waves of pleasure, sighing as his hands slipped up my torso, under my shirt, and cupped my breasts firmly. He sucked on my clit as his fingers pinched and twisted my nipples in delicious, painful pleasure. After a much longer time spent drifting in joy, a second orgasm washed over me, and then a third. Longer, slower, deeper than the first, the pleasure quivered in my clitoris and my cervix, filling me with ecstasy. This time his licking slowed and then finally stopped, leaving me sweaty and panting on the bed. He flipped my skirt over and looked up at me, past my naked and very wet pussy.

"Having a good vacation so far?" He asked playfully.

I shrugged, "Could be better."

Mike laughed and stood up. He discarded his pants, then his underwear, exposing his hard cock. He grabbed one of my ankles with each hand, spread them wide, and stepped forward. His penis slipped into my sopping wet pussy and slid deep inside with a smooth, constant stroke. If nobody has ever told you before, married sex is the best sex. Or maybe that's just married sex with Mike? He inhaled deeply as his penis filled me up and he smiled down at me before pulling back and thrusting in again, and then again. I pulled my shirt up as he fucked me and started stroking my breasts; his eyes immediately dropped to watch.

"See something you like?" I asked lightly.

He just grinned in response. He straightened up and pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock inside me, and pushed my legs up until they were extended straight up side by side. Then he pushed them a bit closer to my chest and thrust forward with his hips, driving his cock deep into me.

"Mmmm," I moaned softly, pinching my own nipples as my husband pounded deeper and deeper into my cunt.

Finally, after I don't known how long, he grunted and came, filling me with his seed. As he collapsed onto the bed I slipped my fingers between my legs and rubbed my clit. When I came, he was watching.

We fell asleep tangled on the bed, listening to the sound of the ocean.

The next morning we ate breakfast in the kitchen with the others and decided to hit the beach. Mike put on a pair of black swim trunks and sunscreen. He wasn't overly muscular, but had the lean strength of a distance runner and nice biceps. I decided to start the day off right with my nice bikini. It was made of emerald green fabric with a slight sheen and was basically just a few triangles connected by strings. The top covered most of my breasts, but left a good bit of their sides visible. The bottoms were a smallish triangle in front, to cover my neatly trimmed bush, and an even narrower triangle in back that just sufficed to cover my ass while leaving most of each cheek visible. The pieces were held together by ties that looked like they might come undone at any moment, which I knew Mike loved. I examined myself carefully in a mirror; the color worked with my skin and my long, auburn hair. The cups made the most out of my large-B or small-C cup breasts, and the bottoms showed of toned muscle from running. I wished, not for the first time, that my stomach were flatter, but having kids will do that to you. Mike never minded; he always said he loved the belly that had borne his children.

We found everyone else waiting at the top of the path to the beach. Jorge was dressed similarly to Mike, showing off his muscular physique. Susan was wearing a white one-piece with a modest scoop at the neck and high cut leg holes. Her breasts weren't very big, but they looked perky and I could only envy her perfectly flat stomach. Meanwhile, Mila was dressed in a suit like mine, but dark black, even smaller up top (which looked even smaller since her tits were that much bigger), and a thong in back. And Jin wore a ruffled blue two-piece that looked very cute on her and made the most of her tea cup breasts. The men waited patiently while the women complimented each other's suits, though I had the sense that Susan was a a bit sour about something. Certainly her remark about how my suit was cut very flatteringly made me wonder.

We trooped down to the sand and the men set about putting up umbrellas and laying out towels while we offered suggestions and rubbed on sun screen. As I was doing my chest I spotted Jorge watching me out of the corner of his eye. I could tell that Mike was also perfectly aware of how perilously close Mila's tits looked to popping out. They were perfect gentlemen, but that didn't mean they weren't men, after all.

"What? Will you look at THAT?" Susan whispered sharply.

I scanned the beach quickly but nothing looked out of place.

"What's wrong?" Mila asked, also confused.

Susan glanced at us and then nodded delicately towards the water, "It's her. I didn't know they allowed that here."

I followed her eyes, finally spotting a young woman walking down the beach without a top on. She was facing generally in our direction so we had a full view of her breasts. Mike caught my eye and fluttered his eyebrows suggestively at me and I stifled a grin.

"Oh, honey, it's just the custom here," Mila answered, "It's not a requirement or anything, but you're probably going to see more boobs before the day is out."

Susan sighed, "I just don't see how anyone can do that."

"Well, I mean, I've sunbathed topless," I said. Mike smiled broadly at me and Jorge's eyes flicked over my chest again.

"Me too," Mila added, "It was fun. Rather flattering, honestly."

Susan's face reddened, "I'm sorry, I was just surprised. I know we all did silly things when we were younger. At least we know better now!"

I looked from Susan to Mila. I was pretty sure I could tell what she was thinking.

'What the fuck? Do you believe this bitch?' she snarked with her eyes.

I turned my head to find Mike looking at me speculatively. I lifted my chin just slightly and raised my eyebrows. He knew exactly what I was thinking and smiled fractionally before giving a tiny nod.

"You know, I actually think it sounds nice," I said lightly and stepped over to stand next to Mike, "Honey, would you mind undoing my top?"

Susan's jaw dropped and Mila broke out in a broad grin. Mike chuckled, "Yes dear," and grabbed the ties at my neck and behind my back. He tugged the knots loose and swept the top to the side with a flourish that wouldn't be out of place in a magic show. I had to stifle a laugh as Susan and Jorge's eyes dropped to stare at my chest. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back for a moment, enjoying the feeling of hot sun on my bare breasts.

"I think I'll join you!" I heard Mila say. I opened my eyes in time to see her unhook the strap behind her neck. The cups of her bikini top fluttered down to her belly leaving her tits bared in all their glory. As she reached behind her back to undo the other strap Susan made a little choking noise. Jin looked back and forth between us before shrugging and peeling her own top off over her head. Her breasts were perky little A-cups, or so it seemed to me, with even smaller nipples than mine.

Jorge whistled softly and I could hear the grin as Mike whispered, "I really love vacation."

"Mmmmmmm, this does feel liberating, doesn't it?" Jin said and spun around in a circle.

Mila laughed, "There's just one problem- now we need more sunscreen!"

Fortunately, it was an easy problem to solve. Jin rubbed a layer of sunscreen on her breasts with quick, economical motions, but Mila took her time and put on a show. I wasn't sure if it was more for Jorge, who was doing his best not to stare, Susan, who was definitely staring, or maybe even Mike. Well, the last one on that list I could do something about.

"Mike, honey, can you help me with my sunscreen?"

He took the offered tube and squeezed a dollop into his other hand, "Can't reach your back?"

I turned to face him, "That too."

He paused for a moment, working it through, and then spread the sunscreen on his hands before reaching up to cup my tits. I took a contented breath as he proceeded to make sure my breasts were very, very well protected from the sun. When he was done, he turned me around and rubbed the last of the sunscreen into my back.

Jorge was whispering urgently with Susan, whose expression was hard to read. Frustrated, definitely, but something else as well. She was clearly annoyed with me and Mila, her mouth puckered like she'd bitten into a lemon, but every time she looked over at Jin's chest she seemed almost... wistful? Whatever. I think we'd made our point.

"Susan? If you'd like to join us, I have an extra two-piece that might fit you?" Jin asked.

Susan's eyes widened and for just a moment I thought maybe she was going to agree, but she shook her head instead, "No, thank you, that's all right. I'm good."

We got back to the business of relaxing and settled onto towels under beach umbrellas. Jin had brought a book, Mike and Jorge got into an involved discussion about an old show they used to watch in middle school that had just been rebooted, and Mila and I chatted with Susan. She was stiff at first, but gradually relaxed as she got used to us. Or, I should say, got used to our tits because I don't think I've ever been as tempted to say "my eyes are up here" as I was with Susan! Wandering eyes or not, she actually seemed like a nice person and she obviously loved Jorge dearly. But I couldn't shake the notion that some part of her was angry.

More people were walking up and down the beach now and we were close enough to the water for them to get a good look at us. Most just passed by, a few smiled and said hello, and a few tried to get the best looks they could while not obviously looking. I have to admit, the attention felt good and I knew my pussy was getting warm from more than the sun! Without really meaning to, I realized that I'd shifted a little to thrust my tits out a little more, showing off for passersby. Mila noticed and flashed me a smile before shifting to look more directly at me and Susan, folding her legs under her sideways and lounging languidly in place. It was casual, but the post just happened to angle her torso so that her breasts jutted out and walkers got a perfect profile view. Once an art model, always an art model, I guess. Mila's eyes twinkled and I grinned back.

Susan looked back and forth between us, suddenly realizing what was happening. She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, staring straight out at the water. It was as if walls of iron has suddenly sprung up around her, and her posture radiating tension. I looked up at Mila, who seemed as confused as I was. Suddenly, showing off wasn't fun anymore.

"Mike?" I called, standing up and brushing off a little bit of sand that had settled, "I'm going to take a walk. Would you like to come?"

He looked up, eyes tracing my legs and lingering on my tits before answering, "Sure, Lana."

He fist bumped Jorge and we walked down to the water, turning to head in the direction that looked like it had more people. Mike took my hand and walked with me in silence. He knew I liked to show off, and I knew he liked to show me off, so the choice was obvious. And at least this way I could enjoy myself without Susan huffing at me like a an asthmatic locomotive every time I shifted position.

We walked for ten minutes and I tried to lose myself in the gaze of others but my mind kept returning to Susan.

"Do you think I was a bitch?" I asked quietly.

"To Susan?" Mike responded, "Do you think you were a bitch?"

I waved my free hand in frustration, "No? I mean, I was annoyed at her and I wanted to make a point. But I don't want to be mean to her."

Mike squeezed my hand but didn't answer immediately. After a moment, he took a breath and quietly commented, "I think maybe I get why Mila isn't understanding Susan, but I think maybe you can if you think about it."

I glanced up at him, "What exactly is that supposed to mean, Dr. Kowolski?"

From his expression I could tell I was missing something he thought I should have seen. Well. My husband and I are both smart, but by this point he should have realized he's the one who always knows what makes people tick. But, of course, he has. This exercise is only because he knows that if he just tells me something, I won't believe it. Being married to Mike would be profoundly annoying if it weren't for the fact that I love him deeply and he fucks better than anyone I know. And let's face it, thanks to Dean Franks, I know what I'm talking about on that last point! I quickly shook off the dark cloud that thinking about Dean Franks, the man who had ensnared me to be his slut-on-command, always conjured in my mind. I was going to enjoy this vacation and neither Franks nor Susan were going to stop me!

"I mean, she's a tiny little scrap of a woman, and has always been a tiny little scrap of a woman. And here you and Mila are Lana-and-Mila-ing like you always do."

Lana-and-Mila-ing was his phrase for how Mila and I always seemed to get each other in wilder situations than should be possible. I'd told Mike about a few of them, only leaving out some of the more shocking details. He knew about the art modeling and what I'd done to Paul, and the wet t-shirt contest, though I might have skipped over the bits at the end. He knew we always dressed flashier when the other was around and knew how she and I had ended up dancing topless on stage at a bar when I threw her a bachelorette party.