One month prior to taking a two week vacation. I received an invitation from a high school friend; Yvonne. She invited me for a week-long stay at an erotic resort located in the Caribbean. It made me feel good hearing from Yvonne. The last time that I saw her, she had moved back to her parent's home in New York. After several days I responded to the invitation, by calling Yvonne to inform her that I would be happy to join her for a getaway. It was wonderful hearing her voice; it took us both back to our high school days. We reminisce about the pranks pulled on unsuspecting classmates for a good two hours. Besides reliving the old days, we did some catching up on what was current in our lives.
Later that evening I received a phone call from Nicole, she was upset because I did not tell her about my vacation plans with Yvonne. I explained to Nicole that Yvonne was an old high school friend who invited me to spend time with her at a resort. I was evasive about what type of resort and its location. Still Nicole was hurt because I withheld information concerning the plans I made with Yvonne. She reminded me that she invited me to every party she attended and shared her girlfriends with me because I am like a sister to her.
I felt terrible listening to Nicole express how she felt betrayed regarding the trip with Yvonne. The call ended with Nicole feeling worst than before we spoke. She knows how to play the victim role well when it comes to me, and she's no holds barred when she wants to make me feel like shit.
But, I know how to play the concerned friend role well myself. I play along making her believe I am buying her bull-shit.
I avoided any online chat that night and soaked my body in the Jacuzzi. Then I indulged myself with a glass of red wine before slithering between the sheets to sleep.
It was two days before the trip started and all I could do was think about the erotic resort and spending time with Yvonne. Back in school she was a wild spirit like me, and we would dare each other with a game called kiss and tell.
The game took place during the breaks between classes, the object was for her or I to walk up to a girl or guy kiss them and walk briskly away. At lunchtime we would tally up our kisses, whoever had the least amount of kisses had to treat the winner to whatever they desired; from the corner store a block from school. I was such a hot ass back then too. My slogans being, "If you got it, don't be afraid to flaunt it" or "go for it".
When I finally arrived home from what felt like a long work day, I could see the light on my phone was flashing; I had three messages on the machine. All three messages had been left by Nicole.
I called Nicole to find out what she wanted. Nicole asked me to call Yvonne and request to bring a friend along. I told Nicole I would ask Yvonne, and quickly ended the call. I was tired and all I wanted at that moment was get a goodnight sleep.
The next day while at work I called Yvonne. I asked if she had any problems with me bringing along a friend; providing she paid her own expenses toward the trip. I told her it was someone very special and I thought bringing her along would definitely add to an interesting week of thrills.
I felt better after asking, since Nicole invited me to so many activities including a BDSM community. I also joined the community under an assumed identity. I had to take steps insuring no social networking crossover between the kinky (Bondage, BDSM & Fetish) society Nicole and I love to grace with our presence and my girl next door persona. The person I am in the BDSM is not the person my family, or most of my coworkers know.
Yvonne told me it was fine, and she was going to bring a friend too. It seemed to be shaping into a week of reality girls play. After a few more minutes of chat with Yvonne, I ended the call and finished the last report before leaving work. It had been a stressful day and all I wanted to do was settle in for my nightly ritual of a long soak, a glass of wine and tug of war with the sheets.
Later that night I called Yvonne to inquire about any last minute details I needed before the trip. Yvonne explained that everything was taken care of and told me to keep an open mind to what the resort had to offer. I let Yvonne know I wasn't sure what the erotic resort offered, but I was open to almost anything that is safe, sensuous, and pleasing.
Yvonne asked me to trust her and to look forward to a satisfying fun-filled time with the girls.
She had no idea I had already searched the internet to see for myself the services offered on the island. While we were talking, my phone's call waiting beep began blowing up to inform me I had another call. The number told me it was Nicole, so I ended my call with Yvonne to answer Nicole's call.
Nicole asked me about last minute preparations before meeting at the airport. I told her everything was set up and I will pick her up around six thirty in the morning to drive her to airport. I quickly said goodbye for the evening because I was tired and wanted to settle in early so I could relax and get ready for the week long island adventure.
We arrived at the airport at 7:30, well prior to our 10:00 flight to the island. After checking our bags, going through security we proceeded to the restaurant for breakfast. We took our time eating and planned to arrive at the gate to board thirty minutes early. Yvonne hates airplanes so we patiently waited until everyone else boarded before we did.
We landed safely that late afternoon. We were warmly greeted at the airport by the resort personnel. They were standing with a banner that read "Welcome Yvonne, Lola, Julie, and Nicole to our world of forbidden pleasures."
After introductions were made we boarded the shuttle van for the drive to the resort. I am not sure why the resort relies on the airport vehicles to transport their guests; maybe airport management had perks to visit the resort anytime free of charge in exchange.
As we were checking into the resort we were gladly surprised to be given our own separate rooms. A change into something less constricting was decided on so we all changed into bikinis and sarongs. I am not sure why we were behaving so conservative on an erotic island outing. Maybe because it was unfamiliar ground or we weren't ready to walk around nude as some of the guest did.
I didn't notice the sign above the resort entrance that read clothing was optional on the premises...still we kept our bikinis and sarongs on for the first day and that night we wore dresses to the resort's club.
The next day after breakfast we began our tour of the island. Three doors down from the resort check in area was the in-house Certified Sex Therapist. The sex therapists focus specifically on the sexual side of relationships that is so hard to discuss but is so crucial to a relationship's health. Their treatment method was to talk clients through issues and explore their own sexuality. They suggest touching exercises for couples to try at the resort, at home and teach couples how to become more intimate. They themselves do not touch the guest in any erotic way.
We stopped in to discuss the hang ups we had in our relationships. Nicole said her relationship with Austin; my bosses husband; was working her emotions, and patience over time.
Yvonne thought Nicole should make an appointment to discuss her relationship. The services were included in the package deal. What Yvonne didn't know was that the man Nicole was speaking about was married.
Nicole looked at me before saying she would check it out, and to find out what type of advice the doctor would give concerning her lover. I walked away before I exposed Nicole lies and deceit with a married man.
As we continued our tour with a stroll along the shore, we came upon a cafe where topless ladies and shirtless men were having lunch. They seem to be enjoying themselves, and were carefree so we continued to walk along the shore with our clothes on.
I was surprised Nicole was in clothes still...she has a beautiful body; and know it; with a natural breast size of thirty-six C. I bought her a tee shirt on my vacation from outer banks that read Silicon Free. She planned on wearing it to the nightly bon fire that evening.
Yvonne was insecure about her thighs which we told her looked fine. Yvonne's thirty-eight DD rack defied age and gravity thanks to the lollipop lift she had gotten after her divorce. Her ridiculous twenty-nine waist joined her ample endowments to forty-three inch hips. Her sarong was the security she needed to shield her hips and thighs.
Yvonne's friend Julie was the slimmest in our group. A cup breasts with nipples that seemed perpetually stiff. She had a tiny twenty-six inch waist and the narrow hips of a teenager. I saw nothing to complain about they were all still attractive women.
