Anita blinked, yawned wide, and stretched her barely clad body lazily. She felt the hammock sway with her movements and became aware of her surroundings. "Vacations can disorient as well relax you," she mused. She lay quietly and luxuriated in the moment, trying to put her thoughts together.
The hammock, stretched between two eyebolts on the open deck of their beachfront cottage, hugged her closely. Anita relaxed and looked out at the blue water and sandy beach. "Perhaps a cooling dip would feel good after my nap," she thought. "There aren't many others on the beach right now, and Shekhar won't be back from his meeting for another couple of hours."
After a brief struggle, Anita freed herself from the clutches of her hammock, stood on the deck, and tugged the bottom of her brief bikini out of her crack. Her husband, Shekhar, bought her the yellow suit previous week and surprised her with it as he told her that she was going with him to a business conference. The meetings were to last two days, but he arranged to stay longer so that they would have another week of vacation together. Rearranging her suit reminded Anita of their conversation the prior week.
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Anita was thrilled about the trip, but less enthusiastic about the new yellow bikini. "You know I don't wear two piece suits, Shekhar," she scolded. "It's not proper for a married woman to expose so much of her body in public."
"Don't be silly," Shekhar had retorted. "You still have a beautiful figure and I am proud of how attractive you look. It excites me when I see other men looking at you, did you know that?"
Anita felt herself blush. "No, I didn't realize that you actually enjoy seeing other men ogling me. I'm surprised at you. That's weird, you know."
"I've watched men staring at you many times. You don't even notice how they gaze at you. I'm sure they are wondering what you look like naked, and how it would be to get you in bed. It makes me want you all the more, to see people check you out. Even some women look more than once. I've seen them."
"Shekhar, quit talking like that! You are embarrassing me, and I think all of that is just your horny imagination anyway."
"No, Anita, I'm telling you the truth. Your beautiful face, lithe body, and flawless light skin draw attention all the time, whether you know it or not. You can't hide your beauty, so you might as well enjoy sharing it with the world."
Anita shook her head slowly. "It would be terribly immodest for me to wear these little scraps of cloth on a public beach. I would feel like a naughty exhibitionist and people would get the wrong impression. Don't you agree?"
"No, I don't agree, Anita. We'll be going to a very exclusive resort right on the beach. Many of the other women will probably go topless. I understand that part of our private beach is actually clothing optional. We won't be with anyone from home and we'll probably never see them again, so we can be adventurous for once."
Anita put her hand to her mouth. "Clothing optional? You mean people will be nude on the beach where we're going? What kind of a place are you taking me to?"
"Don't be such a prude, my love. We can go to the resort and do as we please. Others will do as they please. We've never been where so many different cultures intermingle. I think it will be fun to broaden our perspectives and see how others live when on vacation. You'll see. We'll have a great time, and your new suit will not create any scandal. I promise."
Anita shrugged in mild submission, mainly because the plans were already in place and the money spent. "I'll go, but I intend to behave myself and I expect you to do likewise," she replied.
"Okay. You won't have to do anything you don't want to do. I want this to be a memorable vacation, not days filled with arguments and unhappiness," Shekhar responded. "Now, I'd like for you to try on your new suit. I can't wait to see how sexy you'll look wearing it."
"You're just going to have to wait until we are at the resort, my husband. I'll decide then whether or not I'll wear your flimsy little gift."
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They arrived at the resort at lunchtime. It took the resort's van about thirty minutes to drive from the airport to the resort's entrance. Anita gasped as she caught her first glimpse of the impressive buildings clustered around a wide circular drive. "It's beautiful," she gushed, forgetting her earlier concerns, while Shekhar pointed to the tropical gardens and a tall waterfall.
The couple checked in and learned that their cottage was ready and waiting. "I didn't know we would have our own cottage," she said to Shekhar.
"Well, I told you I wanted this to be a special vacation. I decided to pay extra and get a cottage right on the beach for us. It sounded very romantic," Shekhar added with a grin.
The bellboy, Joe, drove them to their cottage in a converted golf cart and acquainted them with the various controls. The king bed was perched on a pedestal with mirrors as the headboard and another mirror on the ceiling. Anita took a deep breath as she peeked into the tiled bathroom. A huge tub with jets sat in one corner, while a large shower without a curtain or doors filled the other corner.
Joe proudly showed them how to operate the tub jets and winked suggestively at Anita. The room had a small kitchenette, a stocked refrigerator, and a microwave. There is no television and the telephone only works for calls within the resort, the bellboy advised. That way, they would not be disturbed by outside calls or news. The only outside telephone was in the resort's main office, in case of an emergency.
"Everything is included in your daily room fee, so feel free to eat, drink, or use anything you wish. We offer water sports, the pools, the beaches, a library, golf, tennis, spa services, massages, and lots of other 'special' services. If you need anything at all, just call room service and I will make sure you are well cared for," Joe concluded with another wink. Shekhar tried to tip Joe, but Joe refused. "All is included, sir," he said as he backed away. We are well paid and we don't accept additional tips."
Shekhar turned and opened the drapes to view the deck and beach beyond. "Nice fellow, that Joe," he said as Anita began to unpack her suitcase. "Did you notice the way he kept glancing at you, Anita?"
"No, was he looking at me?" Anita replied innocently.
