On Holiday (closed for LittleGreene)

[Tio_Narratore]

It was a long flight from London to Antigua, over eight hours, in fact, and far longer than their usual short hop to a Mediterranean holiday. That’s why Ian booked first class seats for himself and Laura. They could afford it, and this was a special holiday, a fortnight at an adults only romantic Caribbean resort.

Ian and Laura had been married seven years now, and their love life had, not unusually, grown a bit dull and repetitive. Not that they didn’t have sex, that they did, and regularly. But it no longer held the excitement it once had, not even the thrill of anticipation. Sex was there, but so was dinner. And each of them had felt, but not disclosed, the tinglings of the proverbial seven-year-itch. But infidelity wasn’t what either of them wanted. What they really desired was to rekindle the desires of their earlier days. And so, a different vacation was called for this year.

They searched all the romantic - at least those that labeled themselves ‘romantic’ - resorts they could find online, and finally settled on one. The St. James Resort and Spa on Pineapple Beach in Antigua seemed perfect, English enough and exotic enough to be both comfortable and arousing. The resort promised fine dining and drinking, secluded private villas, multiple beaches, a spa to indulge the senses, and optional activities including moonlit dances. Yes, it did seem a good choice for the rekindling of love (and a bit of lust) that they sought.

The magic - if that’s what it was - may have begun on the flight itself. Eight and a half hours in spacious comfort with nothing to focus on except themselves helped, particularly with the wine, liquour, delectables, and meal they were served in first class But the anticipation of the two weeks to come in their secluded villa, luxuriously appointed with super-king sized circular bed and its satin bedding as well as ”all the accoutrements to enhance your romance” may have been a more potent aphrodisiac. Ian, for one, found thoughts of the clothing optional beach arousing, and not just for seeing other people naked; the idea of other eyes on his and Laura’s naked bodies also excited him. After all he was proud of his six-foot tall, still reasonably fit at 42, body, and, of course, his wife was just as fit, though a little softer, with full, but still firm, breasts. He could hardly wait to land and ride the limousine shuttle to the resort.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

(from LittleGreene)

The plane ride had been long but certainly made so much better by being in first class.
Both of them knew they need to rekindle something in the marriage. It wasn’t bad by any means, stale is probably the better word to describe it. Life had taken over without either of them realising.

The sun was shining as the landed and exited the plane. They were fast tracked through security and their bags were already collected by their driver as they got through security.

The driver introduced himself as Leo. A young good looking black man. Dark skin, a welcoming smile. He told them that the drive was about 30 mins, there was water in the car and to relax and take in the scenery.

Laura was perspiring even after the short walk from the terminal to the car. The cool air conditioning welcomed immediately as she settled in the car. Her loosed flight trousers and T-shirt clung to her skin. Leo checked in the rear view mirror, his eyes seemingly pausing in Laura a moment longer before driving off.

Ian’s hand found hers as they settled in for the drive. This was going to be a good few weeks she thought to herself.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The air conditioning was on in the car, and the air was comfortably cool. Ian was a bit on the hot side in spite of it. A bit hot for Laura, that is. He reached for her hand and held it warmly, placing it along with hers on her thigh. She certainly didn’t appear to object, and so there it stayed for most of the trip.

Thirty minutes, the chauffeur had said, and it was one of the loveliest drives they had ever taken. It was along the coastal road, and Leo pointed out all the sites - sea side and land side - that they passed, accompanying each with a lttle tale about it. While Ian’s eyes were mostly on the sights, he occasionally caught a glimpse of Leo’s eyes in the rear view mirror. On the road and on the sights, to be sure, but also on Laura, and lingering on her when they rode a straightaway.

There wasn’t much of Laura to be seen; her clothes weren’t particularly revealing and all that the driver really could see was her face. Yes, it was her face. This good-looking young man clearly found her attractive. And Ian found that appealing. He’d always liked Laura’s face, always thought her pretty, but now he was getting a glimpse of her through another man’s eyes, and now he began to find her more than just pretty. He squeezed her hand and then released it, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and drawing her close to his side.

As soon as they arrived at the resort, Leo leapt from the limo and ran around to open the door for Laura. As Ian exited on his side of the car, Leo took Laura’s hand in his to help her out. And he continued to hold it, squeezing gently while he looked seductively into her eyes, until Ian came around and joined them. Ian slipped a fiver to Leo and took a quick look around. The bellman had already fetched their luggage from the boot and wheeled the cart to the reception desk.

On the way to the check-in, Ian glanced at the lobby bar off to the side. There were two young couples sitting at a table with drinks. One of the men had his arm around his girl’s shoulders with his hand stretched down cradling the woman’s breast.

“It looks like this may be a very romantic retreat,” he said as he drew Laura’s attention to the couple.

The receptionist completed the paperwork and gave them the passkeys to their villa.

“Number three, right on the beach,” she told them and signaled to the bellman.

He had loaded their bags on a golf cart and motioned for the to take their seats. It was only a couple of minutes to their place, and the bellman brought their luggage in. A thank you and a tip, and he was on his way.

Ian smiled at Laura and took her in his arms for a little hug.

“It looks even more romantic than in the pics,” he opined, and the couple started exploring their new vacation digs.

 

[LittleGreene]

Laura loved the villa. She walked around each room taking in its simple luxury. She stood at the big doors that opened to the deck and plunge pool, beyond the beach and sea.
She slid the doors open and the want breeze hit her. She needed to change out of her flight clothes into something more suitable but she stepped out. In her right hand. Still curled in a fist she exited the car was a piece of paper the driver had slipped into it as he helped her out of the car. She was confused at the time and tris not to react. Now, on the deck, with Ian inside she slowly opened her fingers and looked at the paper

“I’m available 24/7 for any couples needs. Leo”

The paper wasn’t hand written but printed. Like a business card. Below was what she assumed was his phone number but was confused, wondering why a driver needed to hand her his card like that. She slipped it into her clutch purse and walked out to look at the beach. It stayed in her mind but was lost as soon as the view came into focus. The beach was stunning, long Sandy beach, lined with tropical trees, sparking blue water.

Immediately she saw a couple on the shoreline, walking in the low surf. It took her a moment to realise they were naked, the woman’s breasts paler that her arms and legs, the man’s midriff the same. They were too far away to see details but the sight didn’t shock her that much.

The woman in the distance looked her way and then waved. She didn’t know why but she waved back.

She returned to the villa and into Ian’s arms.

“it’s beautiful “ and they kissed, more passionately than they had for months

 

[Tio_Narratore]

While Laura was out looking at the beach and all after her quick survey of the rooms, Ian was taking a closer look. There was a commode labeled ‘toy box’ against one wall of the bedroom. Ian was intrigued and opened one of the drawers. He smiled as he saw an array of whips and crops, shackles and handcuffs, ropes, and silk scarves. Another drawer held an assortment of ticklers - feather, rubber, and . . . well, he wasn’t sure about some of them. There were vibrators as well, including one that slipped on the back of one’s hand. He closed the drawer and took a further look around.

Another pleasant surprise, and he didn’t know how he missed it when they first came in. There, by the side of the enormous circular bed (now he figured out what the iron rings on the bedposts were for) was an ice bucket with a split of Dom Perignon and two crystal champagne flutes. A card welcomed them by name to the St. James Resort at Pineapple Beach, and there was a little box with a thick one-inch tall chocolate heart. It had a message on the box:” to be shared without being broken.” He put it down on the bed when Laura came back inside.

“It’s beautiful,” she declared and then threw her arms around his neck, pulling him to her for a long, passionate kiss.

Ian eagerly joined in the kiss, feeling they’d certainly made a good choice coming here to rekindle their romance. When they finally separated, he opened the champagne and they both toasted themselves and the St. James Resort. Their flutes drained, Laura spied the chocolate heart and wondered how a heart could be shared without being broken.

“Like this,” Ian said.

He placed the heart between his lips and drew Laura back into his arms for a kiss. Their lips met around the chocolate and they began sucking and licking it until it was finished and their passion had really been inflamed. Ian looked at Laura and smiled.

“You still have some chocolate on your lips,” he observed, and then proceeded to slowly and sensually lick it from her lips.

His eyes turned very amorous, then, and he began unbuttoning his shirt.