Tropical Dreams

[Don/Deb]

Welcome all to our tropical resort, where we can leave the cold weather behind. This is open to all. Those who want to meet new friends and those who want to share time with their own partners.
We are Don and Mia, the owners of the resort. We have been married long enough for our kids to be on their own, but still young enough to enjoy life and have fun.
Starting a resort has been a dream of ours for a long time. Living in a place that is always warm and exotic.
We found this place, run down as it was, we pictured it as it could be. We used ideas from resorts that we had visited. We now live in our own apartment, on the property, overlooking the beach.
The crescent shaped beach is long and wide. White sand, palm trees, hammocks, and lots of private alcoves. There are lush tropical gardens, with little hideaways for those private moments.
Many places to eat with other guests, or alone with a friend or friends.
There is a spa and massage parlor. One large pool with swim up bar. Many hot tubs are scattered throughout the grounds. Each room has a king size bed with a jacuzzi in each bathroom. Some rooms have private plunge pool on the balcony.
There are nightly theme parties and entertainment at the beach or disco.
So, come join us at Tropical Dreams and let your fantasies come true.

 

[Don/Deb]

Don

Hi I am Don. The owner of the resort , with my wife, Mia.
I am six feet tall, 180 #s, brown hair with a little gray on the sides, and brown eyes. I have a medium build.
For a long time I have wanted to get away from the long cold winters. This is our chance.
It is the night before opening day. Mia and I have spent the day preparing. The grounds are ready, the staff is ready.
Mia and I return to our apartment. Opening a bottle of wine, we sit together on the balcony and share the spectacular sunset. Mia turning to me a few times letting her soft lips touch mine. After the sunset we have supper together, talking about the day to come. Mia's smile lights up her whole face. And always makes me feel good, even when I don't.
We head for our hot tub after dinner, slipping out of our shorts and tee shirts. I still love looking at Mia's body. And touching it even more. Sitting in the warm water, opening a bottle of champagne, sipping from each others glass, I move my lips to Mia's inviting neck. Letting my lips and warm breath gently caress her. My tongue slowly slides down the nape of her neck. Moving my mouth to hers, our lips meet. We kiss lightly. My hand moves up her side, until it finds her breasts. Mia's tongue moves along my lips, then slowly slips into my mouth. My fingers rubbing her firm erect nipples. My erection growing.
One hand slides up her thigh. Moving to her inner thigh. Even in the warm water, I can feel her warmth radiating from between her legs. My finger tips find her smooth lips rubbing slowly up and down. Mia holds me close and her tongue probes deep in my mouth. My finger finds her clit. A deep moan escapes Mia's lips. Rubbing her nub, her hips gyrating up and down, side to side. Her face, buried in my neck, her hands stroking my hard shaft. Her hot juice warming my fingers. Slipping one finger inside her hot ,wet, slit, then a second finger. My fingers are covered with her juice. My fingers wiggling back and forth, in and out. Rubbing her upper wall. Mia grinds herself against my hand. Her hand moving faster and tighter on my shaft.
Mia moves to sit on my lap, facing me. Her breasts pressing against my chest. The tip of my erection rubbing along her smooth, hot lips. Mia guides the tip to her waiting slit, slowly dropping down on it, my tip spreads her lips apart. Sinking into the comfort of her hot ,wet pussy. Mia grinding herself against me, my cock deep inside, her ass moving round and round on my thighs.
Mia holds my shoulders and arches her back, as my mouth finds her rock hard nipples. Sucking her nipple , my mouth fills with her full breast. Her movements become more intense, her ass slapping my thighs. Her pussy lips tighten around my cock. Deeper and faster constant moans escape our lips. My hands grasp her ass, squeezing tight. My fingers sinking into her soft flesh. The pressure building in my balls. The water now feels cooler, Mia's opening , hotter and wetter. Thrusting my hips up hard , my tip in as far as it can go and grunting loudly. A hot steady stream of cum shoots out, filling her with my hot cream.
Mia lets out a loud moan, grinding down on me. I feel her hot cum flowing over my cock. She lifts her ass some, I pull back a little. Mia , then pushes down hard , as my hips arch up. Her ass slapping loudly in the water. Another stream of cum is released. Mixing with another wave of cum erupting from her hot pussy. Repeating this action a few more times, Mia settles down on my lap. Both of us grinding on each other. My cock bathing in the heat our mixture. Her wonderful body pressed hard against mine, we both enjoy the tremors flowing from inside us. Our lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.
We continue to hold each other until we are both relaxed. My cock returned to normal and nearly slips from her warm opening. The hot tub water, again, feels warm against our skin.
We leave the tub, return to our apartment and shower together. Once again stimulating each other. After drying each other, we slip under the cool sheets of our bed and kiss each other good night. Mia's back to me, her body molds to the curves of my body, as I lie on my side facing her. My hands massage her breasts. Her ass rubbing my resurrected cock. My tip, again, finds her warm, wet pussy. We both enjoy another strong orgasm. With my cock nestled inside her, we both fall asleep.
Tomorrow will hopefully be a busy day.

 

[Don/Deb]

Mia

Hi, I'm Mia. As Don has said, we are living out our dream. I am as small as my Don is tall. Four feet eleven inches and one hundred pounds. I am dark complextioned with black hair and hazel eyes.
I am so excited about our opening day. Our resort is completly booked. I just need to calm down and focus on my honey. Our years together have always been romantic ,erotic,exciting and full of lovely surprises.
Feeling his hands roam my body, brings as much pleasure now and the very first time. The same weak kneed , heart pounding , hot feeling washes over me.
Wine , hot tub and his probing tongue have me hot and wanting more.
Don has the most wonderful hands, he knows every erogenous zone in my body. He lifts long , heavy wet hair off my neck . He slowly kisses my shoulders, throat and neck. His tongue lightly flicking and tasting.
A deep moan escapes my partly opened mouth. I can feel the moisture between my legs, not from the tub, but the sweet juice caused by his mere touch. Anticipating his next move, I slide my hand around his large hard member. As my hand moves up and down, I can feel it throb . His fingers now playing with my engorged clit, encourage my juice to flow.Slipping my leg over his, I ease onto his hard cock. I instantly explode with pleasure, I can feel myself fill with hot juice.
He plays with my large full breasts. His tongue sucking, nibbling and teasing my erect nipple. Facing him I see such desire and happiness.
He holds me close, thrusting deeper. Holding on to his shoulders I lean back and let the rythem of our movements take over. He slides out a bit and slowly reenters, doing this several times always takes me over the edge. I can no longer contain my orgasm. I let out a loud moan and cum hard. Covering his cock with hot cum. His thrusts intensify and with a loud moan he squeezes my ass tightly and releases a steady stream of hot cum.
We remain in each other's arms until we are both relaxed. Enjoying the little tremors that always follow our intense lovemaking. We leave the tub and take a hot shower together. We slip into our bed, kiss each other goodnight, and snuggle close. With my back to Don and he facing me , he massages my breasts. I rub my ass against his erect cock. He eases it into my wet pussy and we enjoy another passionate orgasm. We drift off to sleep.
Tomorrow will hopefully be a busy day.

 

[Don/Deb]

Mia & Don

We both woke to a glorious sunrise. Taking a quick shower,of course together, and gulped down some coffee.
The first van with guests was due to arrive by 8AM. It was a little late, but you have to remember we run on island time.
Greeting the first arrivals gave both of us a thrill. Each person was greeted with champagne or what ever they wished to drink.
There were a few glitches, but we had them all settled in their rooms in a matter of minutes.
It was not long before we noticed our first guests enjoying the beach and the pool.

 

[ozme52]

Terry Hansen

As the van drove us from the local airstrip to the hotel, I again wondered if I had made the right decision. A tropical resort, for god's sake. I can't even say hello to a girl in a bar without getting flustered. What am I going to say to a bikini-clad woman, or someone draped in a sarong?

I should have just agreed to stay away from work for two weeks. I could have worked on those new security algorithms. But the veeps at work said I was on the ragged edge and insisted I take some of my vacation time. I hadn't realized I hadn't had a day off in nearly four years.

So I succumbed to the pressure and let the travel department book the vacation for me. The tropics, I should have given them some parameters.

Now, here I am, sitting among people with whom I have nothing in common, hundreds of miles, both literally and figuratively, from the comforts of home, they wouldn't even let me take my laptop. Thrusting myself into a social situation which will probably have me sitting in the corners, watching from the outside. I thought I had left all that discomfort behind in highschool.

I looked around as the van came to the front entrance. The Tropical Dream. The other guests started piling out. I waited until they were out of the way and then began extricating myself from the van.

Careful not to hit my head on the way out, I stooped to get through the side door and stood up, hovering at least 6 inches over the rest of the guests, feeling again like the stork that I am. Watch out! 6'6" of social blunder. Coming through.

They passed out champagne while we waited to be checked in. A nice touch, much better than waiting in line. I smiled at everyone who smiled at me, curious who was with whom and who was alone, like me.

Soon I was in my room and unpacked. It was a nice room, looked out into the pool and onto the beach beyond. I watched as some of the guests were making their way out.

'Well, it would be ridiculous to sit alone in my room. The least I can do is get a drink.' I took off and hung up my traveling clothes, washed off of the 'travel dust' with a quick shower, slipped on my swim trunks, "baggies" I was told when I bought them, and a tee shirt, also green. I put on the flip flops I found in the closet, opened the sliding door and stepped out.

I sat down on a tall chair at the bar, under a thatched roof.

"Sir?" the bartender asked.

"Let's start simple," I said, "A rum and coke."

 

[ozme52]

Terry Hansen

The bartender handed me a tall glass with an umbrella in it.

"Um, thanks." I said. An umbrella, it figures.





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OOC: had to fix the double post.......

 

[Frenchgirl]

Marie

OOC:
Marie, 22
a tropical beauty
long flowing black hair,
brown eyes, 5'4", and weights 106
36-25-34
sex. or.: bi.

an attachment to inspire people
IC

My name is Marie. I work as a guide on the island. I was born and raised in a little village near the resort. Don and Mia often ask me to guide some tourist around the island. I'm also a professional scuba diver and own my own boat. Some of the guest may want to learn diving.

I wear a painted sash made of cotton, loosely enveloped around my waist. It is fastened by a single tuck and shows my bare right leg when I walk. The sash just comes some inches above me knees. Underneath I wear a bikini. Behind my ear I have a red Gardenia.

Don and Mia asked me to come around. It could be a busy day, and things could get hectic. So I came to see if they needed any help.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart O'Flynn:

OOC: With such good company and the outstanding inspiration given by Frenchgirl who could miss a chance like this.
Why not use her as you're av for this story mon petite. *G

OOC- Character background:
Bart O'Flynn is a true Black Irishman. Black hair to his collar, blue eyes flecked with chips of amber. He's clean shaven, is about 6' tall and has a wiry muscular build. He appears to be in his late thirties to early forties and carries himself with assurance and self confidence.
If you get to know him well enough you'll find out his folks emmigrated to the US, where he was born, that he was in the military and is a former police officer (retired reason unknown).
Bart now works as the Major Domo of the Resort and handles much of the day to day things to take the load off Don and Mia, the owners. He is also in charge of security for the complex and handles any 'problems' with as much diplomacy as possible, but isn't at all hesitant to do what's necessary to restore the calm of the idyllic setting.

IC:
'Well the plane's in, the van's arrived and a new batch of guests has arrived. I hope there isn't an asshole like we had last week in the group. I'll be he is still hurting and still doesn't like the local lock up, but it was his call.' I think as I walk from my office toward the lobby to size up the latest group of arrivals.

 

[Don/Deb]

Don & Mia

Whew.......the first guests are settled into their rooms. Just a few minor problems. The guests did not seem to notice since we kept the drinks flowing. Champagne was a big hit. The cold face clothes helped also after the ride in the van.
The next van from the airport should be here in a few hours.
If all goes well we will be almost filled by evening.
We have received positive comments about our staff so far, which makes us happy. We hope they will keep the guests happy and active.
The first activity is about to start at the pool bar. Mia will be running our first wet t-shirt contest.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart O'Flynn:

'Well so far this group looks like all they want to do is relax in the sun and have a good time for themselves. That'll be a relief,' I think.

'Time to head to the pool bar to be on had if Mia needs any assistance with today's wet t-shirt contest. I have to admit that things like that are one of the "perks" of the job. Also the fact that inhibitions seem to melt damned fast in the tropics. Yep, two of the many perks indeed.'

Walking to the pool bar in off white tennis shorts and loose fitting and loosely woven white cotton shirt, the contrast between my tan and the light colored clothing is marked and has caught several ladies eyes, unmarried and otherwise.

 

[Don/Deb]

Don

Walking around the pool I can not hide the smile on my face. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Relaxed as they should be.
I notice our tour director and dive instructor Marie. She came to us highly recommended. Walking over to her " Good morning Marie, you look fantastic as usual". "I have a favor to ask you. There is a guest here. His name is Terry Hansen. I think that is him sitting by the bar." We both look in his direction. He is busy swirling the umbrella in his drink. " His company wired us. They would like us to keep him busy. To try and destess him" " I was hoping you would be able to take him on a tour or give him dive lessons."
Walking along the beach now I run into Bart O'Flynn. He is in charge of security. He is a little rough around the edges but is really a nice guy. Just don't cross him. He takes his job seriously.
" Morning Bart,how are things going?" " Any thing going on that Mia and I should know about?"
Making my way back to the pool bar. There is a small group there. Mia is gathering those who want to participate in the wet t-shirt contest. Grabbing a rum and coke from the bar I take a seat a little ways from the bar. This should be interesting.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart O'Flynn:

"Hi Don. Everything seems to be smooth sailing so far and from just a quick look all of the new arrivals seem to be okay.
I was just on my way to the pool bar in case Mia needed any assistance and in case someone had one to many and decides that a wet t-shirt is just in the way like that idiot last week did."

We stroll along and at the bar I get a plain Coca-Cola as Don get's a rum and coke. Then I move around to be 'at hand' in the event Mia needs any assistance.

 

[Frenchgirl]

Marie

OOC: glad you liked her PP, ...

IC:
So Mr. Terry Hansen needs to set his mind off his work. He couldn't have picked a better place to do that. I walk to the bar and introduce myself.

"Mr. Hansen, my name is Marie, I'm your tour director and I also give diving lessons. It seems to me you are an adventurous man, is there any change I can interest you to participate in a tour around the island?" I asked him.

While talking I just can't help flirting, I stroke my long waving black hair, and smile at him.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart O'Flynn:

As I stand sipping my Coke I see Marie talking to one of the new arrivals. A very tall, slender man with a very frazzled look in his eyes. 'If ever a man needed a vacation it's definitely him,' I think to myself. 'I wonder if Marie will ever enter the wet tee shirt contest. She'd be a shoo in to win if she did with that body and those succulent breasts. One day I'll have to get her to take me diving and see what happens. She a damned good looking woman and there's not a nicer one on the island.' Just the thoughts have me unconsciously adjust my shorts for a bit more comfort.

I watch as some of the more adventurous and exhibitionistic guests talk to Mia about the contest. All seem pleased to learn that the Winner gets dinner and drinks on the house and a free scuba or snorkling lesson.

 

[ozme52]

Terry

People started gathering around the bar. It seemed to be a mix of guests and hotel staff. That seemed good, at least they didn't intend to leave us entirely on our own.

Among the crowd, I saw the managers, Don and Mia they had introduced themselves as. I watched Mia walk away, I'm an inveterate watcher. Then I glanced at Don but he didn't seem to take it amiss. A somewhat tall person stopped by the bar, and then followed Mia. He spoke with Don for a moment first. Gave me the once over. He then proceeded to do the same with everyone around the pool as he walked on. Security type I guessed. You encounter plenty of security staff in the computer industry.

So, because I had been watching people myself, I didn't notice this beautiful young woman walk up to me. I must have practically jumped in my seat.

"Mr. Hansen, my name is Marie," I couldn't help myself. I stared. Almost lost myself in her eyes. Tiny little thing, The words cute and gorgeous struck me simultaneously. Sitting tall on the barstool, I had an amazing view as she looked up at me.

An ample chest, eyecatching cleavage, wearing one of those sarongs around her waist, right out of a Gauguin painting, not that Marie wasn't wearing a bikini, but in my mind's eye, I was there already. And a bright red flower behind her ear. Now I wished I'd taken the time to know what it meant depending on which ear it was behind.

And she was well within my personal space, well within my reach, and I in her reach. But instead of being uncomfortable, it felt fine to have her there. Just fine indeed.

Marie invited me on a tour around the island and I instantly accepted. I probably seemed over anxious but that's me. Hang back or gung ho. Nothing in between.

"Sure! That would be great! Or diving! Whatever you suggest! And please Marie, call me Terry. No one calls me Mr. Hansen."

God, even the way she played with her hair while we talked was alluring.

 

[Don/Deb]

Mia

Well, I am ready to get the guests pumped. The reggae music is coming from speakers surrounding the pool. Our friendly bartenders are regaling our guests with stories, jokes and folklore about the island, as well as keeping their glasses filled.
I walk over to the cordless mike and wait for the catcalls and whistles to subside. As small as I am, I have been well endowed in the breast department. (34D) Anticipating getting a bit wet myself, I wear a lime green half tee, that when wet, leaves little to the imagination. The bikini bottoms complete the outfit. The yells and hoots embarass me a bit and I feel a blush rising to my face. I can see Don and Bart nearby and get a wink from Don and a smile from Bart.
Don meanders over with a sly smile. I know what he is up to. He hauls a blue bucket from behind the bar and with the encouragement from the audience, slowly pours water all over me. That has set the tone for the contest. Don hands me a towel to wipe my face and walks back over to Bart.
My shirt now clings to my body and my hard nipples point upward. The shirt outlines my full breast as they strain against the fabric.
I scan the crowd and see that these guests are not inhibited at all. I ask first, for volunteers to be judges. A table for 7 has been set up. Complete with bottles of water, rum, coke, glasses and ice buckets. Just in case they need a little something to quench their thirst or give them the strength to handle whatever "pops"up.
Hands shoot up and I select my 7 happy men. They all emerge form the water looking like Greek gods. water glistening on sun-kissed skin. HHHHHHHhhmmmmmmmm this is going to be fun.
Next, for my ladies- For participating they each receive a tee shirt of their choice from our gift shop. Not surprising each of them select a half tee. They all have the bodies to wear them too. Boy, these judges are going to be hard pressed to find to find a winner here.
Each contestant is wet down with warm water before making their solitary entrance. Strutting their stuff, in time to the music, they laugh, wink, and smile seductively before each man.
I inform all of the prizes at stake.....dinner and drinks at the resturant of their choice( which is included anyway, as it is an all- inclusive) This got a chuckle from the crowd.... Each judge and participant gets a bottle of rum and the winner gets a $50.00 gift certificate to the lingerie boutique.
Let the contest begin...... I introduce our first contestant !

 

[sweetlilmandy]

Cass

OOC: Mind if I join?

Description:
Cassidy Wayson
age 24
5'6, 119 pounds
dark blonde hair with deep blue eyes
nice figure with firm 34C breasts and soft curves

Background:
Cass was married at a young 18 years. She had become pregnant and was forced into marriage by her parents. 3 months after her wedding day she lost the baby. This was the onset of a deep depression. Her husband began cheating on her shortly after the start of their marriage. He made her feel ugly and worthless, when in fact, just the opposite was true. The marriage lasted for 5 years before Cass was brought out of her depression by a girlfriend, who quickly became her love interest. On the eve of her 24th birthday, Cass presented her husband with divorce papers. As a present to herself, Cass decided to come to the Tropical Resort she found on the internet. Still somewhat wounded from her disater of a marriage, Cass is unsure of how to handle herself.

* for flow of the story I will speak in first person I'm used to writing in 3rd person so please forgive me if I make any mistakes.

IC:

I felt the excitement rush through my body as the van pulled up in front of the resort. I had never been on vacation alone, and certainly not to a place as beautiful as this. Mike had taken me to the beach a few times and once to the mountains. Nothing memorable.

"Well Cass...here goes nothing." I half mumbled to myself as I was led up and into the lobby.

After checking in, I was taken to my room. The doors were pushed open to reveal a room beyond all I had dreamed. The huge king size bed sat in the middle of the room, facing out towards the ocean. The balcony doors had been opened, allowing the soft wind the play with the sheer curtains that were parted on either side. The rest of the furnishings in the room were tasteful and not overbearing. Off to the right I could see into a huge marble bathroom that had a jacuzzi tub, also facing towards the ocean.

"My God..." was all my brain could muster.

"There is a contest about to start poolside ma'am" the busboys words pulled me out of my trance. His eyes traveled the length of my body and then back up to my face. I could feel my face turn ten shades of red.

"Um...okay..." I stuttered. Why would this guy be looking at me like this?

"You will do good in the contest" the busboy said, giving me a little wink. He turned and walked out of the room, leaving the doors wide open.

I shut the door, leaning back against it, my face still burning. I kept seeing his eyes taking in every inch of my body. I was shocked when I felt a tingling deep inside. "Geez, it hasn't been THAT long since you had sex!" I said to myself.

I was curious about this "contest" and hurried to change into my modest one piece red bathing suit. I pulled a pair of khaki shorts over top and made my way down to the pool.

That's when I saw her. Actually I saw her breasts first. They were very evident under her wet lime green tshirt. I watched as the woman walked back and forth, trying to get contestants. That's when it hit me. This was a wet tshirt contest.

"Oh geez.." I whispered. A bit of panic hit as I watched the woman call other women up out of the crowd. I wanted to turn and run, but I didn't want to call attention to myself. I slowly slipped into a patio chair closeby. "I'll make my escape once it starts" I said to myself.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart O'Flynn:

Since I'd been scanning the crowd around the bar and contest stage, I saw the damned good looking new comer slide onto a bar stool.

Even in the one piece it was nearly impossible not to notice how well she was built and with her small frame her breasts looked even bigger.

Slipping through the crowd I maneuver myself behind her and lean down to say just loud enough for her to hear me over the catcalls and whistles,"I work here at the Resort and hope I won't offend you, but you really should be in the contest too.
I can even get you a half tee to wear if you're willing and brave enough that is. It's up to you.
A nice yellow tee and those shorts are all you'll need. I can show you were to change. Are you ready to relax and enjoy yourself yet?"

 

[Frenchgirl]

Marie

As I talked to Mr. Hansen Mia was waving to me.
"Would you excuse Mr. Hansen, I thing someone wants my attention." I said.

I went to see Mia at the end of the pool. My rounded hips wiggled from one side to the other as I walked. I tossed my hair backwards and looked back to Mr. Hansen. My eyes shortly crossed his. I had noticed he liked me, but then most men liked me.

Mia came along to me and embraced me. We gave three kisses.
"Marie, darling glad to see you, are you particpating in the wet T-shirt contest?" she asked me.

"I just have this bikini and this sash, I don't have a T-shirt."
I responded.

"No problem, we've got plenty of T-shirts, come with me."

Mia took me by the hand and she pulled me in a room next to the bar.

"Turn around, let me unstrap your bikine top." she said.
I turned around and Mia unstrapped my bikini top. Her soft hands went to my slender shoulders and swiftly she removed the small piece of cloth. She handed me a with cotton T-shirt and I pulled it on. Mia opened the door and walked back to the pool.
The wet T-shirt contest was about to begin. The guests were growding around the pool and the tension started to rise.
I followed Mia and she announced me to be the first contestant.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

O'Flynn:

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Mia leading Marie into the cabana where the tee shirts are kept before the 'contests' and smiled to myself as I awaited the new guests reply.

'Mmm, will certainly be great to see Marie in a wet tee shirt,' I think.

 

[ozme52]

Terry

Marie has just started to tell me about my options when she excused herself. I want to grab her and tell her not to go! But I don't. Hanging back again. I think to myself.

Maria's hips rolled seductively as she made her way to the pool, giving me one of those over the shoulder glances as she went, and catching me staring! I couldn't but help to smile at her. Probably a stupid looking grin!

In the custom of the French, Marie and Mia touch cheeks and kiss the air three times, sending my imagination into overtime, especially when they disappear around the rear of the bar.

I look around and realize a lot of the women are lining up, all wearing t-shirts, and some of the male guests are sitting at a table. Looks like some kind of contest. How did I miss this? knowing it is because Marie had my undivided attention.

Marie and Mia returned, Marie now wearing a t-shirt herself, instead of the bikini top. My disappointment is momentary as I suddenly realize just what kind of contest this is!

Mia gets soaked, revealing her exceptional figure. I ask the barman to top off my drink, get up, and move closer to the 'stage' to get a better view. I need to stand anyway, it would have been uncomfortable to remain seated.

I find a convenient patio chair and 'adjust' myself as I sit down. My attention waxes when I hear that Marie is the first contestant!

 

[Don/Deb]

Don

Taking a few quick gulps on my drink I move a little closer to the stage. Mia is walking back and forth. Her eyes catch mine for a second and she gives me a smile. Age wise she is probably older then most of the women here. Looks wise she competes very well.
Mia stands in the middle of the stage. The little t shirt she has on looks great. The curve of her breasts keep the bottom of the shirt hanging freely, and the bottoms show off her great ass. I chuckle to myself as I her face flushes a bit from the attention she has drawn.
Mia begins to ask for volunteers to be judges. I make my way up behind the stage. Her eyes scanning the guests. All the guys begging to be a judge. Just then she turns around to see me sneaking up behind her, a bucket of water in my hands. She gives me this wicked smile as her lips say " No No No". Most of the guests calling out the opposite.
Knowing we have to keep our guests happy I lift the bucket up over her head. Mia turns to face the guests. Tossing her head back. The water pours from the bucket, splashing down her chest. Her t-shirt soaks the water up and becoming transparent. The dark complextion of her skin show right through. Her firm breasts and hard nipples pushing at the material as it clings to her body. The guests yell out their approval. I lean down and give Mia a quick kiss and I can not stop myself from pinching her nipple softly. I whisper in her ear " You are the winner in my book"
Moving to the front of the stage again. Mia picks the lucky judges. I am enjoying seeing her up there. The wet shirt has riden up some so the bottom of her breasts peek through as she moves.
Getting the participants is not as easy as finding the judges. A few ladies jump up. The rest have to be talked into it.
Looking around the bar I see Bart talking with a new guest. He seems to now how to pick them. She is tall blonde and slender. She seems a little consevative in her one piece suit and shorts. Mia has always told me it is the quiet ones you have to worry about. It looks to me Bart is trying to talk her into the contest.
As I turn back to the stage I see Mia has called Marie over. Now there is a beautiful two some. Mia then leads Marie behind the bar area. They both return with Marie wearing one of the cut off t-shirts.
The guys are getting into it. Waiting for the show to continue. The contestants strutting around the stage teasing the guys.
Mia gains some control and says " Let the contest begin" " Our first contestant is our own Marie" " She will take you on tours of the island or teach you how to dive"

 

[D.James]

(OOC: trying to remeber post from scratch)
David
5' 11" tall
Very strong, deep 6 pack, large biceps
dirty-blonde colored hair
hazel eyes
age 31
Backround : 6 years back his wife died in a hostage accident. Ever since then he has downed out his memories by working longs hours, and hanging out at the gym. He is usually a happy character, but starts sad because the van ride has geiven him time to finally admit his problem.

IC
The van pulled in to the hotel. There was a wet T-shirt contest going on. I averted my eyes. I was too wrapped up in my own problems to be drawn into that now. perhaps later...
I went into the building and checked in, it was a VERY nice place. The boss had told me to get away from work, and recomended here. I could see why. I looked into the pool area. There was a wet T-shirt contest going on. That one with the sash was one hell of a woman. I thought about watching.
I averted my eyes, perhaps later, when I am done collecting my thoughts.

 

[Don/Deb]

Mia

Bart seems to be encouraging a lovely woman to join our contest. He has great tatse. She will be a delightful addition to the contest , should she consent. To help him along I speak into the mike, " Bart do we have another contestant?" The crowd turns to see , to whom I am referring, they all yell, "YES ! YES!
YES!"
Thank heavens for Marie for being such a good sport. Having her next to me, not only as an employee, but as a friend, I know this is going to be a huge success.
I noticed earlier that she had been talking with one of the guests, Terry, when I asked her to join us. He seemed a bit disappointed to have his conversation end, so I asked if he would like to be our "water barer" the job, to completely soak each contestant.
As my first contestant, and an example for the rest, Marie struts her stuff as only she can. She gets everyone involved. The clapping , hoots and whistles can be heard throughout the grounds. She completes her stroll across the stage with a graceful pirouette.

 

[ozme52]

Terry

Mia beckons to me to come on stage and soak the contestents. I laugh and shake my head no. I can't stand up with my bathing suit tented out.

She pulls on my arm, slips and ends sitting in my lap, turns, looks me in the face and gives me a small wiggle.

"Oh that'll help!" I say. Her mirth continues as she gets up and tugs on my arm again.

I manage to "stumble" my way up, grab the bucket, and pour the contents over Marie. Careful to hold the bucket strategically placed in front of me. Watching Marie strut back and forth does nothing to appease my condition.

Then some of the women start hooting and clapping. I guess I wasn't holding the bucket as strategically as I'd thought.

I did the only thing I could think of. I bowed.