Title : The Pineapple Lounge Chapter 2
It was mid-afternoon, and the Mediterranean sun was beating down on the private sandy beach. I lounged on my beach chair wearing my chic sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat on my head, and my favourite book in hand. The soft sand was warm and inviting beneath me, and the gentle lull of the waves provided a soothing soundtrack. I was 'dressed' in a skimpy thong bikini, my preferred style. It showed off my slim body and gave me an even tan. As I reclined, I couldn't help but notice the admiring glances from some of the other beachgoers. That was likely because I had also taken advantage of the private beach's topless policy, exposing my small but perfectly formed breasts with their long nipples and dark aureole. I enjoyed the freedom of not having to worry about tan lines, and I felt comfortable and confident in my own skin.
As I sipped on the last dregs of my refreshing cocktail, I raised the flag on my sunshade, signalling to the discreet waitstaff to bring me another drink. It was such a luxury to have everything I needed right at my fingertips. My husband, Mark, lounged nearby, reading a book and occasionally stealing glances in my direction. I smiled as I said to myself, "This is the life Lisa", feeling lucky to be spending this perfect afternoon in such a beautiful place with the man I loved.
Sometime later, as I looked out at the sparkling, crystal-clear water, a sudden urge overcame me to take a refreshing swim. I left my towel behind and stood up from my chair, relishing the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. With the hot sand beneath my feet, I made my way down to the water's edge, where I took a few steps into the water, allowing the coolness envelope my lower half. I looked back and beckoned for Mark to join me, but he declined. His eyes remained glued on my near naked body though, which felt good. As I waded out further, the gentle waves lapped at my skin, hiding it from prying eyes. I savoured the weightlessness of my body in the turquoise water. As I swam out, the rocky cliffs jutting out into the sea and the vibrant blue of the water stretching to the horizon made it even more breath-taking. It was a serene and tranquil place. Floating on my back, I took in the stunning scenery around me, feeling the warm rays of the sun on my bare breasts as they bobbled to the surface of the crystal clear water. As I swam further out, I couldn't help but feel invigorated by the beauty of nature around me. After a few more minutes of swimming, I made my way back to the shore, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. However, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as I walked back to my beach chair, aware of the gazes of strangers on me. I couldn't be sure if it was my hard nipples or the cleft of my sex showing through my wet bikini bottoms that caught their attention.
Later, as the sun started to go down, we left the private beach and headed back to our gorgeous hotel room. I slipped off my beach cover and bikini, and climbed into the walk-in shower to rinse off the salt, sand, and sun cream from my body. Mark and I had agreed to go out into town after dinner, so I wanted to look my best and make this a special holiday night. The sumptuous and elegant marble shower was a refreshing escape, and I stood there for several minutes doing nothing but let the warm water cascade down my skin. I was pleased to see I was tanning nicely and had little in the way of lines.
I ran my hands over my body, feeling the sweet-smelling soap lather up against my skin. The exfoliation effect from sand on my body was invigorating, but what really sent shivers down my spine was when I applied the foamy soap to my petite chest, and in-between my legs. I took my time washing every inch of myself, ensuring that I was completely cleansed and ready for our night out and what I hoped would follow in the bedroom. I couldn't resist taking a few extra moments to pamper myself, so I trimmed my light brown pubic hair with care, enjoying the way the razor glided smoothly over my sensitive skin and sculpting it with precision in the style I liked.
After drying myself off, I slowly applied a sweet-smelling lotion to every inch of my body, savouring the way it made my skin tingle with pleasure. I couldn't help but imagine Mark's hands on me, tracing the lines of my curves and exploring every inch of my now-softened skin. As he stepped out of his own shower, Mark's eyes raked over my body with a hungry expression. He also brought up the conversation we had with our friends, Victoria and Ian, about The Pineapple Lounge - an adult-only club where inhibitions were left at the door. They had recommended this lovely hotel, so we trusted their judgment, but I had reservations. The idea of it made my heart race, and my body responded with a flush of heat. Tori was always wild and unapologetic (she once went skinny dipping at her pool in front of us), and I couldn't help but wonder if I had a bit of that exhibitionism within me too. That said, my first instinct was to deride the idea with Mark.
Despite my protests Mark wouldn't be put off and asked me to change into something sexier than I was intending, something more suitable to the Club, so I nervously obliged. I slipped into a short black skirt that showed off my long, toned legs and a sheer dark blue silky blouse that left little to the imagination. Underneath, I wore a lacy Agent Provocateur bra that barely contained my perky breasts and a matching thong that left my derrière fully exposed. Despite feeling a bit nervous about the idea of going to an adult-only club, I did want to make Mark happy and was open to ideas of ways to spice up our holiday. I jokingly warned him that he should be careful letting his sexy genie out of the bottle, but at that time I wasn't sure what I meant by that.