UA1465 to Providenciales is now boarding at gate C137...
Alex heard the announcement echo through the airport and looked up from the newspaper stand. The headlines were still dominated by analysis of the recent terrorist attacks in Paris. He checked his watch, the flight was on time. Walking out of the bookshop he spotted a gorgeous blonde standing by the shelves of a nearby cosmetics store and advanced towards her. She appeared to be trying to make up her mind about which sunscreen to buy.
"That's us darling, they just started boarding, are you ready?" he called out.
"So many choices," Sophie complained, "allez, let's get this one, protection 20. That way we don't burn, but we can get a little colour. Also it's French," she added wryly, "so it is superior to the rest of this American junk."
After paying at the till they walked hand in hand towards the gate.
"We should have done this a long time ago," she said excitedly, kissing him on the cheek and squeezing his palm.
Sophie could still remember her shock when Alex had surprised her with his plan just a fortnight before.
He had secretly arranged for her mother to fly over from France for 2 weeks, and had booked a three night holiday for just the two of them. He had thought of everything. She would get to spend time with her mum, and then could relax knowing the kids were in good hands whilst they were away on their first romantic getaway since the kids were born.
Sophie had immediately started reading more about the hotel and thinking about what she would wear to look her best. She suspected that her husband would be wanting lots of sex, which was just fine, as her libido had never been higher.
Studying her pale reflection in the mirror that evening she decided to book a few visits to a tanning salon to get a head start.
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As the flight turned south and reached its cruising altitude above the clouds sunlight pored through the window. Alex lazily reached across and pulled down the blind. 'That's better,' he told himself, as he settled back into the plush leather seat and continued to read the surprisingly good spy novel that had caught his attention at the airport bookstore.
"Champagne?" Came a voice in the background.
But it wasn't enough to disturb him from his reading.
"Champagne before lunch Mr Marino?" The voice tried again.
This time Alex noticed the stewardess and the bottle in her hand. Usually condescending of people who actually drank the free champagne just because they were flying at the front of the plane, today he took an unusual delight in the crispy light bubbles as they danced across his palate.
The film playing on his wife's personal monitor caught his attention. Alex recognized the handsome actor, who seemed to be in every French film which needed a troubled dad or husband. He decided to watch for a few minutes in order to guess the story.
"50 year old man takes his 18 year old daughter and her hot best friend to a disco...the best friend obviously has a crush on him...he is drinking too much...so is she...so it seems pretty obvious that they will hook up... and then it will lead to an existential crisis, and then someone will die of cancer and turn out to be an illegitimate child...typical French story line ..." and then he paused.
On screen, the very hot 18 year old best friend stripped on a beach and then, as he had predicted, forced herself on the old guy. But what Alex hadn't expected was that the airline would leave the movie uncensored, showing the girls incredible naked body and the passionate sex that followed. It was even obvious that she shaved (the film was called Un Moment D'Γ©garement it turns out, if you are curious). Seeing the kinky sex on screen reminded him of one of the main reasons he was on the plane in the first place.
For a few weeks during the summer Alex had come close to having the perfect sex life. His wife had had a sort of sexual awakening, and had agreed to being tied up, blindfolded, fucked on camera, and even engaging in light anal play. And as a bonus their 19 year old babysitter had watched them do it all. It was pretty much the perfect porn fantasy setup. He had even dared to start wondering if there was a way to bring the babysitter into a threesome.
But unfortunately he lived in the real world, and not a porn movie or Literotica story. And after the amazing night of sex that resulted from watching their first ever homemade sex tape, everything seemed to fizzle out. First he got food poisoning, and then Sophie's period kicked in. When that finished the kids took turns being sick, he got swamped at work, and finally, to add insult to injury, their babysitter Louise had headed back to university, removing any kinky possibilities with her.
By the time school started again Sophie had lost her summertime joie de vive, and Alex had other things on his mind as well. Winter's approach was a constant reminder of how much their sex life had cooled, with vanilla sex a few times a month the only dish on the menu again.
Which is why Alex had the brilliant idea of getting away. He figured a few days at an exclusive luxury resort without the kids would be just the trick to heat things back up.
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"Welcome to Parrot Cay," the smiling young lady said as they stepped off the speedboat. "I hope you had a good flight and transfer."
It was as beautiful as Sophie had imagined. The private island had white sand beaches, lush foliage, a bright blue sky and transparent water. Fish were swimming around the jetty legs and seagulls squawked in the distance as they glided on the light afternoon breeze.
Sophie paused to allow her skin to absorb the afternoon sun, feeling the vestiges of the colder weather back home burn away. She loved the smell of sea in the air, and immediately fell in love with the place. Three nights was not going to be long enough.
After a brief check-in and welcome cocktail they made their way to the 1 bedroom villa that would be their home for the next few days. The single story building was discretely located among palm trees, towards the northwest of the Island. The interior design was beautiful, even if it did look a little like a pottery barn catalogue. The architect had obviously understood why people would be coming here, for if the doors between the bedroom and the living room were open, one could see straight from the four post bed out to sand dunes and the turquoise waters beyond. The sea couldn't have been more than 50 yards from their villa.
As soon as the hotel guide left them Sophie rushed over to hug her husband.
"Cheri," she said, kissing him, "it's perfect. Did you know this is one of the hotels I have always wanted to stay at?"
"That's why I booked it, I remembered you mentioning it after you saw this place in a magazine," he answered.
"And I thought you never listened to me," she laughed. "Let's unpack, put on swimmers and check out the beach," she said excitedly.
"Let me help," Alex said moving quickly towards the suitcase. And before Sophie knew what was happening he had removed his pile of folded clothes and carefully moved them into a drawer. She was impressed by his willingness to help, although if she had stopped to think about it she should have been a little suspicious too. But she had other things on her mind.
Alex was the first to get ready, and wondered onto the outside terrace to study the plunge pool and the sand dunes beyond it. The warm deck was comforting under his feet and he inhaled deeply, enjoying the salt tinged air.
After a few minutes absorbing the sun's rays, he finally heard footsteps coming from inside and turned back to see Sophie emerge into the sunlight. She was a vision. Despite being in her early thirties and having had two kids, her athletic 5'7 body was always something to behold.
"Wow!" Alex whistled as she approached. She was wearing a new bikini that was bright orange with a strapless top and low cut bottoms.
"You like?" She said coquettishly, swaying her hips suggestively.
"Wow," was all he could respond again.
Sophie kept on walking past him towards the beach, knowing that her husband would be fully appreciating the tiny bikini bottom. She had ordered it from Victoria Secrets and it was called an 'itsy', because it didn't cover much at all. Most people would probably have called it 'Brazilian style'. She had never worn such a revealing bikini before, and certainly wouldn't have worn it by the pool at their country club.
But the emptiness of the resort made her feel less self-conscious, and she knew her husband would love it. And if she was being honest, she was looking forward to flaunting her new found confidence.
As she stepped onto the fine white sand Sophie felt like a different person. Knowing there were no kids or house to think about for the next few days was a weight off her mind. And the free bandwidth quickly filled with thoughts of her husband and her longing to be more intimate with him. She recalled some of the naughty things they had done together over the summer, and hoped to reignite that passion and intensity.
The warm waters of the Caribbean were welcoming as they waded into the gently lapping waves. After swimming and splashing for a little they embraced. Alex could taste the salt on her lips as they kissed like teenagers. Sophie wrapped her legs around him and could feel his hard-on as it poked against her crotch.