Part 2 -- The Seduction Resort
The clean and modern lobby of the Seduction Resort overlooked the coral-coloured beach and the blue and green water of the Caribbean Sea. The staff wore white shirts and black trousers. They were efficient, polite, and friendly.
Jenna and Sam registered and a dark shinned man with gleaming white teeth approached them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Booth," he said. "Welcome to the Seduction Resort. My name is Winston. Let me escort you to your villa."
He picked up Jenna's suitcase. Sam rolled his along.
"The main restaurant is on the right," he said. "The path to the beach is straight ahead past the swimming pool. The tennis courts are to the left."
They meandered down the pathway. The air was rich with the scent of tropical flowers. Palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze. They heard laughter and the splashing by the pool.
Their one-bedroom bungalow was better than the photos on the website. Large and well appointed. At the foot of the king-sized bed was a white towel that had been folded into the shape of a swan. The bathroom was the size of the living room of their apartment. The French doors opened onto a private patio that contained a bistro set of two chairs and a metal table. In the corner was a rectangular bed, large enough for two.
"For afternoon sex?" Jenna said.
"It says that there are similar beds scattered throughout the property," Sam said reading from the brochure. "Fresh sheets are changed in the morning, afternoon, and evening. A box of condoms is by each bed."
"Ya mon," Winston said with a toothy smile. "This be a fun resort."
With that he exited their villa.
"Are you ready for this?" Sam asked her.
"Ya mon," she said.
They unpacked and sprayed themselves with suntan lotion before they left their villa. Sam had his beach towel tied around his waist. Jenna carried a tote bag with her towel and suntan lotion. She wore a floppy sunhat and a sheer white lace coverup. Neither wore bathing suits.
They strolled by the pool. Everyone was au-naturel. They meandered to the beach. No one wore a swimsuit.
"Ditch the towel," she said to Sam.
He did so and put it in Jenna's tote bag.
They walked along the sandy beach holding hands. Swimmers were frolicking in the water. Sunbathers were on the chaise lounges. Scattered among the palm trees that separated the beach from the resort were queen size square beds with canopies. They were all occupied. Some of the couples were having sex.
"We've got to come down here early tomorrow morning to reserve one of those beds," she said. There was excitement in her voice. "I've always wanted to do it outdoors."
At the end of the beach was a second swimming pool with a swim-up bar. They sat on the underwater barstools. Sam ordered a beer and Jenna a strawberry margarita.
"You musta just arrived," said a middle-aged overweight man wearing an Oakland Raiders baseball cap.
Jenna wondered if his dick was really that small or whether it was an optical illusion because of the water in the pool.
"My name's Grant," he said. "Put on lots of suntan location or you'll end up as red as me. Is this your first time here? Yes? Well, the hot tub at the end of the pool is large enough for six people. In the evenings its for oral sex. Well, see ya later."
With that Grant dog-paddled over to a group of beer-bellied men and slightly overweight women who were positioned near the waterfall.
If they had expected everyone to look like models from Victoria's Secret and GQ magazine, they were sadly mistaken. Most people looked normal.
Another couple joined them at the bar. She had tiny conical-shaped breasts with downward pointing nipples. Her brown hair was cut pixie style. He wore a black baseball cap with Seduction Resort logo on it.
"Hi," she said. "Did ya just arrive?"
"Yes," Sam said.
"Welcome." Instead of shaking his hand, she reached down and grabbed his penis.
"What a friendly place," Jenna said.
An hour later, they bid goodbye to their new friends, Stella and Robert Oliver, and walked back to their bungalow for afternoon sex. It was hot and steamy love making that left their bodies dripping in sweat as though they had both just stepped out of the shower. They lay exhausted on the bed, letting the ceiling fan dry their naked bodies.
"Maybe tomorrow we should get into the spirit of a swinger's resort," he said.
"Let me think about that."
After a refreshing nap it was time for dinner.
It was fetish evening. Sam put on a black fishnet tank top and black trousers. Jenna wore black spandex pants, and four-inch metallic stiletto heels with criss-crossing laces that wrapped halfway up her lower leg. Her breasts were lifted and exposed in a leather open-cup bra, so she applied areola pigment to highlight their reddish-brown tint and size, and red lipstick to accentuate the colour of her nipples.
Stella and Robert invited them to sit at their table. Stella sported a short V-necked red latex dress. Robert wore a white bathrobe with the Seduction logo stitched on the breast pocket. Not very fetish, thought Jenna.
After dinner, there was dancing. Jenna began with the two men from her table and then with a dozen more men. They all extended complements about her attire, and she quickly learnt that if she said NO then the men stopped fondling her exposed breasts. However, as the night progressed, she permitted much more intimate touching and caressing of her body by her dance partners. She was enjoying herself.
At midnight Stella said, "Come back to our suite. We can continue to party."
"I think I've had too much sun today," said Sam, "and too much to drink. Maybe tomorrow."
Early the next morning, Jenna went for a naked jog along the deserted beach with her flaming red hair tied in a ponytail. She returned to the villa twenty minutes later, sweaty and energized, ready for some vigorous morning sex before breakfast.
Sam said he didn't feel well. "I just need a little more sleep."
Jenna read her kindle by the pool, wearing only her floppy sunhat, sunscreen, and nothing else.
At lunchtime, she returned to the bungalow.
"I think I've picked up something," Sam said. "I've been sick twice since you left. I just want to stay in bed."
Jenna went to the hotel manager, Jason Symonds. He was a large handsome Jamaican in his mid-thirties. She explained the situation, and he assured her that he'd arrange for a doctor to see Sam. The doctor arrived just before dinner, diagnosed Sam with the Jamaican equivalent of Montezuma's Revenge, and wrote a prescription. Winston volunteered to drive into town in the morning to get the medicine.
"I just want to sleep," Sam said. "Go to dinner by yourself. Have fun."
It was toga evening. All the guests wore white bedsheets tied around their bodies, many had ivy headdresses. After dinner, there were chariot races where the guests paired up for piggyback sprints across the dancefloor, trying to get the finish line without spiling their drinks. Several couples competed in nude Greco-Roman wrestling where they coated their naked bodies in oil to make it difficult to grab hold of one another.
Numerous men and women invited Jenna to participate in the activities. She was sorely tempted. The events appealed to her competitive nature as well as her desire to fondle and be fondled. After all this was a resort for swingers and Sam couldn't do it. He was too ill. He'd also said that she should go and have some fun. These activities looked like a lot of fun.
But instead of giving into her carnal cravings, she returned to the villa to be with her ailing husband. He slept on the king-sized bed, she on the bed on the terrace.
The next day, she awoke early again and went for a jog along the beach, pausing to watch the morning sun rise. Sam said he just wanted to sleep, so Jenna spent the day engaging in yoga by the pool, windsurfing, and swimming in the ocean. All in the nude.
She and Sam luncheoned on the terrace of their villa. She had a fresh salad. He had tomato soup. He wore one of the resort's terrycloth bath robes. She wore a neon orange sheer coverup.
She told him about her morning.
"The daybeds at the beach are surrounded by palm trees on three sides," she said. "They're spaced far enough apart so that couples having sex can't be heard by the other couples on the other beds. Tied to the wooden posts are curtains that can be drawn for privacy. But, as I walked along the beach, I never saw any drawn curtains. Everybody's open about having sex in public."
"I'm too ill to do anything other than sleep," he said. "But you can enjoy the resort."
She spent the afternoon reading her kindle in the shade of a palm tree and declining the numerous invitations of both men and women to engage in various forms of sex.
Sam wasn't up for dinner.
"I'll stay with you," she said.
"No," he said. "Get something to eat and have some fun."
