A girl's get away was how it all started. A germ of an idea that blossomed into a full blown vacation, ten days in scenic Costa Rica. Plenty of laughs, lots of fun, a completely care free time. Due to the tropical heat in the country, very little clothing was on display at the resort. In fact, after the first few days, practicality bowed to typical puritanical American mores as the women who had not brought bikinis replaced their conservative bathing suits with skimpy bikinis that barely covered their bits and pieces, This also led to some of the more extreme waxing since no-one wanted unsightly body hair poking around their new wares. But we digress, this little story is not about such things.
Despite the air conditioning (which was sparsely used by the locals) our fair women are still struggling to keep cool and even the most energetic abandoned their daily exercise regimen for time at the pool, mixed drinks and the opportunity to gaze at the gorgeously shaped young men serving drinks. And the boys kept coming back, incentivized by generous tips and the skin that was liberally on display. Still, it was one of the older men who kicked off what would become a truly unbelievable sequence of events. Seeing these poor women suffering he suggested that they take a trip into the mountains for cooler airs. At 8000 ft, this was no small feat on dirt roads, but the guide assured them it would be well worth the trip.
The group left in a convoy of 2 jeeps accompanied by 2 guides who would also double as guards keeping away some of the less honest locals away from the fair headed matrons and maidens. It was slow going up the mountain that overlooked the resort but there was plenty of wild life to take pictures of including wild parrots and other exotic birds. Switch back after switch back was carefully navigated by the guides until they pulled off to the side the road. A small path led into the lush jungle canopy that even at 8000ft seemed to grow before their eyes. The guides were right about one thing- although it was still very humid, the edge had come off the heat and it was almost comfortable. After a short trip along the path the group came to a beautiful opening in the forest. A waterfall flowed down into a pool, clear aqua colored water covered a sandy bottom that showed little vegetation.
"Senoras! Enjoy the pool. There is a diving rock off the right, it is safe- the water is about 20 meters deep there. You can follow the path through those trees to get to it" One of the guides announced.
At first everyone was content to paddle around the shallow side of the pool and enjoy the cooling water on their skin. After days of heat, this core cooling temperature change is welcomed. Two of the more adventurous companions decided to take the short walk up to the diving rock and splashed everyone with their cannon balls. Before you know it, everyone has joined in and splashing and frolicking abounds.
So far nothing extraordinary has occurred. Famous last words. On the fourth trip up to the dive rock one of the party, a girl named Missy, hears a rustling coming from the vegetation along the faintly marked path. Missy ignores this as she has already heard a number of strange and unidentifiable sounds. But then within 20 feet of the canopy opening that led out to the dive rock she heard something that made her stop and tilt her head to listen more closely. She can faintly hear the most beautiful music filtering through the trees. She wants to hear more. The rational thought processes that would normally rule her brain are swept aside and she starts to follow a path that leads away from the dive rock and into the woods.
The music becomes clearer as she wanders along led by the sub conscious desire to hear more. The music fills her head with a strange enchanting sense of peace. There is a stillness to all the life around her as if no other sound in the world matters or would even be processed by her auditory senses. The flip flops she is wearing have left her feet and her feet can only feel a cool, massaging texture as she moves closer to the source of the music.
After a short distance she comes upon another mountain glade. She is overcome by an overwhelming sense of calmness and inner peace as she walks into the center of the area, amazed by the beauty of everything that surrounds her. She cannot see the source of the music, it is all around her, filling her soul. It seems such a natural thing to hear his voice. Again, she cannot tell where it is was coming from- it surrounds her. A lilting, deep voice that immediately tugs at her subconscious gently pulling at the strings of her libido. Missy cannot remember what he is talking about, and yet slowly but surely the strings are fully loosened.
It seems like they have been talking for hours as close friends and confidants. His voice is deep with a sexy lilt and despite the moderate temperature her nipples are at full attention, her bikini is soaked with desire. The primal urgings in her brain are coming to the surface of her mind filling her with an overwhelming need to release years of pent up urges. The beautiful sexy voice has turned her inside out into a quivering mass of want.
The invitation from the voice is subtle, and knows which chords to strike. It seems the most natural thing in the world to be naked in this place and her clothes are soon laying on the floor. She does not remember removing them, but she is naked and engaging in a deep conversation with her confidant. Her body is on fire despite the lack of clothes and the need for relief is very evident. A subtle invitation from the sexy voice is followed by such a gently, understanding query for some restraints. It will feels better he soothes, let me release you. Does she trust him? Does she care? Wouldn't she allow that voice to do anything as long as it touches her?
He already knows the answer, he has since she left the path to the rock. The light suggestions could have been orders barked out in a shrill tone and she would have complied. She has no will to resist- there is no need, it is what she wants. She walks up to a nearby tree and grips the vines that wrap around the trunk. She is facing the glade, as the vines gently tighten around her arms and waist preventing further movement.
She is quivering with excitement and anticipation. Across the clearing the most beautiful man is walking towards her. Golden curly hair adorns his head. He has a lean, muscular and the most gorgeous man she has ever seen. He is smiling as he comes closer and closer. She knows she will let him do anything he wants. On her, inside her, deep and soul satisfying.
