It is February, and Dan and Mary are spending a week at a hotel on one of the less visited volcanic isles in the southern Caribbean. The first day is spent at the beach, swimming and relaxing under the palms. They are the last to leave the beach, finishing up at the beach bar with some great rum punches, then heading back to the room, planning their first vacation screw, and then dinner.
When they get there, Dan realizes that they forgot to return the large beach towels to the towel shack at the far end of the beach. Mary volunteers to walk down with them. The beach is now deserted, but from the shack, sheltered by some palms and bushes, comes the faint sound of Soca music.
Mary goes in and sees three young guys, perhaps in their late teens, relaxing among the bins of dirty, and neat piles of clean, beach towels. She checks off the return box next to her name on the list, then notices that the guys are all giggling and seem embarrassed, so she asks them why.
"You see, Ma'am," says the tallest one, "We had just been talking and decided that you were the finest looking guest we have seen at the hotel all season." The others looked shyly down and blushed, appalled that Winston would be so bold.
"Oh yeah?" Mary asks, "what about me is so good?"
Even Winston lost his nerve, looked down and stammered.
"Well, do you like my legs?" Mary asks, putting one up on the large wooden table and, bending over, nonchalantly flicking some sand off her ankle.
"Oh! Your legs are indeed beautiful, Ma'am" said Winston. Although he was talking about her legs, and looks up them toward her bikini bottom, he can't keep his eyes off her chest as she bends over.
Mary glances at the other two guys, then looks in the tall one's eyes and smiles. "Ahhh, I take it you like more than just my legs?" she asks, as she reaches her fingers behind the straps of her bikini top and pulls them slightly up and away, looking down upon her nipples, which she stares at for a second, smiling, before letting the straps snap back into place.
The boys are shocked speechless; no guest had ever teased them like that before. They were torn between their obligation to keep their distance from a hotel guest, and their natural reaction to Mary's provocative behavior. The tall one finally says "We love your breasts, Ma'am! We were just talking about how beautiful they must be."
"Should I take off my top so you can see them? Would you like me to do that?" Mary said, snapping the straps again.
The guys stammered again, staring at the thin fabric of Mary's red bikini top, through which her rising nipples were starting to protrude. She looked down to their waists and could see that their tiny bathing suits were starting to fill out considerably.
"Oh, Ma'am! Could you?" one of them whispers, his voice going dry at the thought that this gorgeous guest might remove her bikini top.
"Well, maybe I will, but you boys will have to do me a favor first."
"Anything, Ma'am. We're here to serve."
"Good," Mary says, "This is my first day here and I think I may have gotten a little sunburned on the sides of my butt." With that Mary puts her fingers under the edge of her bikini bottoms and lifts the edges up and into the crack of her rear end. She turns her rear to the boys, and twisting around to view the sun damage, says "I need someone to lick my skin where it is tender, to cool it off."
"Oh, I'll do that Ma'am," one says, with the others quickly volunteering as well.
"I don't need all three of you. Stand at attention and I'll decide."
The boys immediately jerk to attention as if they were soldiers and Mary were an important general. The difference, of course, was that they were all boys wearing nothing but tiny bathing suits, through which their raging erections were clearly visible.
Mary slowly looks them over from top to bottom, concentrating on the middle. The tallest guy's cock was clearly huge, with its top almost poking just beyond his waistband. "You, boy, what's your name?"
"WW..WW... Winston, Ma'am" he stammers.
"OK, Winston, you just stand there at the other side of the table. You two, what are your names? OK, Cecil and Luther, you can help me. Come around to side of the table, get on your knees and lick the sore parts of my butt."
"Right away, Ma'am!" they say as they practically run around the table to get into position on either side of her butt, and start licking up and down the side of her ass at the bikini line. Mary braces herself against the table with both arms, bent forward slightly with her legs spread behind her. Winston remains at attention opposite her, his arms at his side, starting to sweat as Mary gazed up and down his body.
