Paradise Island Resort (closed)

[Wolk]

It was time to relax and recharge his batteries for Jack Smith. More than a year of exciting, hard, 12-hours-a-day work made him successful, but in desperate need of a holiday. Now he was getting it. A full, long, no expense spared tropical getaway to a fine, all-inclusive Paradise Island Resort. He was soon to find out just how all-inclusive the service there was.

Stepping off the plane, the 25 year old handsome man smiled, soaking up the sun and enjoying the unbelievably clean, almost sweet air caress his face, play with his hair. Oh, this was going to be fantastic!

He moved to a fast passenger boat, which was to take him on the final leg of the journey all the way to Paradise Island, in the middle of nowhere in the Pacific, off the coast of South America. The trip itself was a pleasure. Waves splashed powerfully, broken by the boat's sleek, sexy hull as it sped ahead. Water lifted into the air in a fine mist and ended up in a pleasant, refreshing breath on Jack's face. He breathed it in hungrily, looking at the sparkling waves. Never before had he been to a place where the sky seemed so high and the environment so virgin.

Finally, the boat docked and everyone slowly went ashore. Jack found his way to the nearby check-in building, which only looked native and flimsy, while actually being very comfortable and equipped with all modern amenities. He sought out a clerk and handed him his papers.

"Ah, Mister Smith, welcome to Paradise," the clerk smiled, his tanned face and perl-like teeth beaming with happiness. "I will just ask you a couple of questions and then we will get you settled in, OK? Do you prefer staying in a highrise hotel or a private bungalow?"

"I'll take a bungalow."

Jack was a bit tired after the long flight and wanted the process to end quickly. That's why he began protesting when the clerk moved to seemingly unrelated questions, like what colour of hair he prefered in women, what complexion, what personality. Why would he possibly need to know those?! But the clerk insisted and Jack finally burst out quick, first-come-to-mind answers, just to satisfy the nosey man: blond, busty, fun-loving.

"We'll try our best to take your preferences into account," the clerk said. "Please sit over there and as soon as we assign you a guide, she will come get you."

'She?' Jack thought, moving to the spot he was shown. 'How do they know a guide wouldn't be a he? Or is this one of those third world things where certain professions are considered domains of one gender, like only guys being able to be cops and only women teachers?' He shrugged. At the moment, he really didn't care. The flight was long, and Jack barely got any sleep, so all he wanted to do was get settled already. Little did he know that very shortly his fatigue would completely evaporate.

 

[FlyingAgain]

Candy got her call from the Guest Coordinator and jumped up to get ready. She stopped at the small computer set up at her desk. These sleek and discreet computers were installed in all of the Guides homes on the Island. As soon as a Guest was assigned to them, the Guide could instantly access the Guest’s profile in order to have a better idea of their needs ahead of time. She wondered what type of Guest she would be serving this time. It was always exciting to meet a new Guest – just like getting a present. You never knew what you got until you unwrapped it!

She read the information on “Mr. Jack Smith” quickly. “Hmmm, workaholic on vacation eh?” This should be fun. Her initial Guests so far had included an older, refined gentleman and a rather tightly wound business woman. Although, Candy thought to herself, she had done a rather excellent job in helping Sara to “unwind”. Candy smiled and rose to get ready. She was looking forward to meeting with her new Guest.

As she walked by the lanai of the small bungalow that the resort provided her for a residence, she stopped to sigh at the beautiful vista. The sea was turquoise and clear, with a smattering of color beneath the waves giving hints to the live coral reefs just offshore. The wind was fresh and clean, and a few puffy white clouds flitted by quickly, being blown by the heady tropical winds. It was another great day at Paradise Island!

Slipping into her tropical styled two-piece bathing suit, she rummaged around her place trying to find her lava-lava. There it was, on the chair. She tied the pretty fabric around her hips, in the local style, and then combed and arranged her long, blonde hair in a coil upon her head. Her blonde hair had looked kind of dim and dirty in the States, no matter what she did to it. Now, it shined and glimmered with a healthy golden sheen – a natural result of the large doses of sunshine to be had on the island. She looked around for her sandals and laughed to herself quietly as she reminisced over the past 6 months she had spent here.

Who would have believed she would wind up here? Working at the bar in New Jersey was fun but stressful. Her work schedule was divided between serving drinks and go-go dancing, and it made her pretty decent money. But much of that hard-earned money went back out into self-provided health insurance, and the competitive nature of her co-workers left her feeling strained and drained. When the attractive business woman approached her at the bar one night and offered her this new job, she was stunned. At first she was leery of the woman’s spiel, but as she got more information about the opportunity, it didn’t take long for Candy to decide to give notice, pack up and leave it all behind.

And now here she was in paradise! Truly paradise! She WAS far away from her family, but she hardly saw them anymore. Her parents condescending attitude about her choice of work made it hard to have a relationship with them, and her brother was always busy raising his family so she hardly got to see him anyway.

Working here, she was happy and stress free. She had the most amazing insurance package, a retirement plan most Fortune 500 types would kill for, her own small but tidy bungalow with a stunning view, constant sunshine, and a job that made her feel… well… really great about herself. They didn’t pick just anyone for the job of Guide here. It took a special type of personality, intelligence, charisma and friendly nature to be able to provide the services that she did. She had a knack for relating well to all kinds of people, and truly enjoyed every moment of her new job. She blushed thinking about some of those better moments, in happy reminiscence.

Candy grabbed a large flower from the hibiscus bush as she walked to the resort’s main check-in building. Candy strolled along, her curvey figure accenting her graceful, relaxed stride in a hypnotic way. She entered the large open-air lobby and approached the Guest Coordinator.

“Hey Mike! How are you doing?”

Mike replied, “Doing great today! I’m glad you’re here. Your new Guest has arrived and needs help settling in. His luggage should be at the Bungalow by now, but call Haae if there is a problem. This way…”

Mike guided Candy towards a very handsome, if slightly tired-looking, man, waiting on a low-laying sofa.

“Candy, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Jack Smith. He will be staying in the Makai Bungalow. Could you please help him get settled in as soon as possible?”

Candy’s blue eyes grew wide at the sight of Jack. He was MUCH handsomer than she was expecting, his smile quite stunning despite his fatigue. She was DEFINITELY going to enjoy THIS assignment!

Mike “ahemmed” at her slight pause. She quickly took the hint and extended a graceful hand to Jack…

“Mr. Smith, welcome to Paradise Island Resort! It is my pleasure to meet you. I am looking forward to being your Guide on your stay here,” she smiled at Jack with genuine friendliness. “Anything you desire, I will provide for you, all you need to do is ask. Come, I will guide you to your bungalow now and get you settled in.”

 

[Wolk]

For a while Jack sat there mesmerized as the young woman, who looked like she just stepped off a high-end stripclub's stage, came towards him. 'Candy', the name perfectly completed the hot, shiny blonde's image, together with full, ripe breasts, which were barely held in place by her bikini top. He thought about what it'd look like if she jumped or ran and instantly felt blood rushing to the one region where he didn't need it right now, making it harden slightly.

The cough, although directed at Candy, also brought Jack out of his stupor. He got up to his feet, smiling as he took her gentle hand. Covering it with his other palm, Jack held it for a short while as he looked into her pretty face, then shook it.

She had a sexy, soft and playful voice to Jack's ear, which sounded husky when she told him she was there to provide anything he will desire. He wondered for a moment if she realized how it sounded to him, coming from such an appealing girl. Surely, he thought, she couldn't have ment what he wanted it to mean. Jack still didn't realize what a big part of pleasure in staying on this island was. He thought she was there just to show him around and recommend attractions, but the thought of this girl doing for him everything he really desired then was appealing terribly, and it once again found reflection in his body, making his steps clumsy, as Jack fought to conceal his erection within his pants, failing miserably.

"All right, Candy, lead the way," he had told her.

He followed her to the Makai bungalow through a winding path, which was framed by rich tropical vegetation. It felt like a track through virgin rainforest, as if it was just cut by a machete-weilding explorer. Having to walk in a single file gave Jack a view of her smooth, tanned back, crossed by the thin string of her top. It had a pretty butterfly knot, almost beaconing for him to mischievously pull at it gently and give freedom to her very large, firm, perfectly shaped breasts. Although her butt was covered by the tropical equivalent of a skirt, there was no hiding its arousing shape, and below the end of the skirt her smooth legs went on. Jack stared far too much, acting more like a kid in a candy shop, or a teenager on his first date than a grown man. But he did have an excuse. The intense work schedule left little time for dating, and so single Jack hasn't had any in quite a while. When one is hungry, even the most unappealing food makes one's mouth water, and in this case he was faced with the most delicious treat he saw in a while.

It should come as no surprise then, that Jack was feeling rather uncomfortable in his pants when they finally arrived to the bungalow. It was a bungalow in name only. Anybody in their right mind would call it a gorgeous tiny little villa, even if it was only one storey high. There was a massive private lot, a pool, a garden, a stretch of private beach and a boathouse, among other things, all surrounded by such a thick layer of wild vegetation, it was like being on a deserted island.

"Wow," Jack noted with approval. "It's gorgeous." That's why it must've cost so much, and Jack had to admit that he didn't miss the money if this is what he got. He had no idea he was just scratching the surface.

The luggage was already there and Jack quickly unpacked a few most necessary items. He thought Candy would leave now, like staff in hotels normally did, but she hung around, insteak striking up a small, pleasant conversation. She soon made him figure out that she was assigned only to him and would be at arm's length during his whole stay to 'provide anything he desired'. That phrase! Could it possibly mean what he wanted it to mean. The blood mostly drained from his brain to another part, Jack decided to subtly check just how much 'desiring' he could get away with.

"Candy, sweet, I'm going to go take a shower." he said. "Could you please arrange for a relaxing massage after I come out?"

There, Jack grinned after the bathroom door closed behind him. It was an innocent enough request, but if he is lucky, she would be the one doing the massaging, and he'll see where he could take it from there.

He took a long, cool shower, washing away all the road dust and feeling completely transformed and revitalized. His manhood was still full and hard, and no amount of cold water seemed to make it go away. He tied a big towel tightly around his hips, wrapping it twice so that it would press his cock up against his stomach and conceal his arousal a little bit with its soft thickness. But, of course, something like that was hard to hide, and he knew Candy long ago noticed his powerful erection, nor would she be fooled now. It was more of an excuse than a measure he expected to have real merit.

Coming out of the bathroom, naked from the waist up, his clean chest covered with shining hair, Jack called out: "I'm ready. How's that massage coming?"

 

[FlyingAgain]

Candy had no trouble getting set up while Jack was in the shower. The villa appeared to be rustic, but the Resort provided for all amenities, and supplies for the most requested services were kept en suite. And massage was, of course, very high on the list of most requested services.

The Resort required all Guides to be licensed in various schools of relaxation techniques and physical therapy. Massage was one of Candy’s favorites and she was good at it. She had no trouble getting the table set up, and she dressed it with warm, soft sheets for Jack to lay on. She included an extra sheet, in case he wanted to be draped, but from what she had seen of him so far, she was fairly certain he would not be the shy type. She selected a number of variously scented oils she thought Jack might like, from the cabinet where such things were kept. She also selected some lotions, candles and hand tools, and set the Lomi’ili’ili rocks to warm in their water basin.

Candy was just done lighting the candles, when she heard Jack finishing his shower.

"I'm ready. How's that massage coming?"

As Jack entered the room she couldn’t help but admire the hard bulge of his manhood, poorly hidden beneath the towel he had attempted to wrangle about his hips. She smiled at him winningly, as she lightly kicked off her sandals, and removed her wrap-around.

“Everything is ready for your massage. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and we can get started…”

 

[Wolk]

What exactly was that look she sported on her face as he came out, Jack wondered. She was obviously checking out the hefty package under his towel, and looking mighty pleased with it. Was she just playing, or could he really get more than he bargained for at this vacation.

The makeshift skirt was tossed, and it was now Jack's turn to stare at her sexy midsection, covered only by the tiny little triangle of fabric craftily suspended on several strings to make what passed for a swimming suit, but in reality only stroked his imagination and made him keep looking, biting his lip lightly as he thought he nearly made out the outline of her pleasure groove through the tiny bit of thin fabric.

Well, comfortable it is then, he thought with a small grin. Two can play this game, and he was eager to see where it would escalate to.

"You don't mind if I get rid of this wet towel?" He asked as a pure formality, already knowing the truth.

Without waiting for her answer, Jack pulled the towel off his hips, staying fully naked now, with his tall, hard erection sticking out proudly, heavy testicles hanging under it. 'Ha! Made you look!' he nearly yelled, triumphant.

Jack was never shy about his body, nor did he have any reason to be. Tall, fit, but not buff, he was endowed with an impressive manhood, which tended to make women act almost as silly as Candy's large, perfect orbs did many men.

Jack was one of those men, and he wasn't too far from just pushing her against the wall and getting a fondle as they locked lips, the electricity obvious in the air already. But he played it slow and cautious, instead climbing onto the massage table.

"Ungh!" he grunted uncomfortably as his weight pressed his hard cock into his stomach when he laid on his front. "This does feel a little stressful, for what it's supposed to do," he smiled, moving about to try and adjust his position and get more comfortable.

 

[FlyingAgain]

Candy raised her eyebrows and smiled at Jack, who seemed not at all phased by the fact that he was nude in front of a relative stranger let alone that he was sporting a huge erection. Her smile grew wider at his groan as he went ahead and laid down on the massage table anyway.

She thought he might just skip the massage altogether considering the state he was in, but apparently not. Well she wouldn’t mind getting started this way. And my, what a way to start!

She bit her lip and turned to pick up the oil, so that she could hide the look on her face, a look of delight. Obviously he liked what he saw in her. And she.. well.. she REALLY liked what he had unabashedly shown her. Her face flushed as images flitted uncontrollably through her mind; tawdry, dirty thoughts of him penetrating her from many different positions.

Candy gathered her thoughts and hoped that the dimly lit room concealed her smile. She struggled to regain her composure, as she warmed the oil between her hands.

She looked now to the task at hand. Jack’s body was firm, lean and tall. She concentrated on feeling for knots as she identified muscle groups with her hands, running them smoothly over his skin. Another image came crashing through her mind, completely unbidden. This time of Jack laying on his back and her massaging him using a technique not taught in any massage school. She flushed realizing she liked that thought, and felt a moment of heat flare from between her legs.

She composed herself abruptly – she’d never had THIS kind of reaction to any of the guests she’d had before. What was wrong with her today? This was definitely not the professional attitude she should be having right now.

She felt Jack begin to relax a little under her strokes and she concentrated on a particularly nasty spot at the apex of shoulder and neck. Quite a typical sore spot for most overworked people.

“Would you prefer therapeutic, deep tissue massage or a lighter touch for relaxation, Jack?” she asked quietly, as she began to work at the knotted and strained muscles.