Resort Tower: Episode 1
On a balmy day in this exclusive resort, a gentle breeze wafted across my skin, easing the scorching heat of the sun.
The resort is a private adults-only club with a set of simple rules: those who seek membership must be 18 or older, and any actions between consenting adults must be legal. The institution fosters a family-friendly atmosphere with a few designated chalets for older teenagers. It's forbidden to bring drugs onto the property.
The chalet apartments boast a stunning beachfront view and fine white sands, stretched across a hundred-meter-long beach. A tiny island punctuates this pristine coastline, bearing a decking area and loungers, resting midway in the sea. A few families with older teens might frequent this destination.
During the day, the resort embraces an "au naturel" approach, baring skin. However, in the evenings, attire is de rigueur, while the beach and island maintain their "au naturel" character.
This welcoming retreat attracts only mature guests well-versed in the establishment's guidelines.
As I laze on the beach, mellow tunes play softly in the background, accompanied by the unique flag system to request refreshments.
Jenny, my cherished partner, and I are the resort's proprietors. We purchased this haven approximately a decade ago—thanks to a fortunate windfall—and have since developed it into the idyllic escape. Our schedule is so jam-packed with bookings that we maintain a lengthy waiting list.
Together, we abstain from involving ourselves in the day-to-day management; we entrust this tedious responsibility to our seasoned staff.
Two captivating visitors—Leanne and her daughter, Mia—have visited for quite some time. Having endured a similar fate as Jenny, Leanne drives an extravagant lifestyle with her sizeable divorce settlement. Currently, she's enjoying a leisurely two-week stay.
My sweetheart, Jenny, invited Leanne to join me at the island during her leisurely afternoon. Although I had different plans, I couldn't resist the opportunity to be pampered by these enchanting women.
We have a boat shuttle service that whisks us across the water. As we landed on the island dock, we saw the launch boat rowing back to the central resort. Eventually, we retreated to the pool, pristinely vacant at the time, with a cooling breeze obstructed by the island's foliage.
I swooned into the refreshing pool before Mia slipped into the water beside me. With her petite hand curled around my thigh, Mia initiated our encounter by touching, teasing, and tantalizing my hardening member. With her well-endowed bust snuggled against my shoulder, I experienced a perplexing new level of temptation.
Leanne returned with an ice-cold six-pack and found us seated poolside. My gaze lingered on this lush duo—the resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny in every aspect, both radiantly beautiful and captivating.
Beyond indulging in our cold beers, we engaged in banter, boasting about our impressive physical attributes.
Leanne and Mia eventually moved closer together, working in tandem to stroke my erection and fondle my scrotum. I ultimately surrendered to their desires, assuming a position between them, propped up by the poolside.
Mia performed an electrifying act, swigging meticulously from her beer, and then welcoming my cock into her mouth, savoring the sensation of the frothy beverage covering my cock. As a Froth Enthusiast, I've observed many perform this visually arousing feat. Mia's dark, deep eyes were spellbinding.
The way Mia blended beer with her cock was sheer ecstasy. Following suit, Leanne removed her beer and joined me so we could revel in our surreal moment.
The three of us relished this moment of carefree pleasure, completely clad in the reflected beauty of one another.
In the midst of Mia's persisting movements, she would intermittently let me go but then indulge in swallowing me once again. Whoever instructed her in this performance should be praised.
Her actions needed to cease before I gave her something to accompany the beer, but this time it would be warm and salted, not cold and sweet.
With a satisfied grin, Mia settled back and took another swig from the bottle of warming beer. She exuded an aura of exaltation that conveyed, "I am good at what I just did."
The beverages of the day gradually impacted my urinary department, causing a need to make frequent trips to the bathroom. Reluctantly I ventured, "I've gotta go," but before it got really bad, there was a suggestion from Leanne that she could assist. We sauntered behind the partition that provided privacy for bathroom-goers, clarifying that only pee was allowed on the island - any additional activities required the water shuttle to the mainland. My receding erection had eased enough to permit me to relieve myself. Leanne, tightly lodged against me, caressed my back and slid her hand around to grip my penis. I commenced urinating, with Leanne's fingertips coaxing the head in the flow. She settled on the women's restroom's privacy to relieve herself in turn. Pleased with the idea of reciprocation, I took command of Leanne's hand, palming between her supple thighs to her wet crotch while she streamed. She engulfed me in deep French kisses until she concluded, at which point we cleansed our hands and unwashed body parts in the sink and reunited with Mia in the pool.
Mia had replenished the beer bottles, and was now perched at the pool's edge with her feet hanging over it, her legs parted slightly. She enacted the procession of kicking her feet, causing barely audible splashes on the warm, blue water. I moved between her legs, placing a hand on each lean knee to widen her legs, exposing a marvelous panorama of her pink, wet, and ringed pussy. I leaned forward to tenderly kiss the crotch, eliciting a soft moan. Gently, I circled my tongue around her sex's perimeter, suddenly detecting that her juices were flowing.
Mia's hearty moans intensified as I continued to lick her slick, silky crotch.
I recorded one of the most mind-blowing instances of female climaxes while softly massaging her extremely wet, smooth pussy.
Following a few more minutes of these efforts, Mia succumbed, throwing her head back, gasping with every bit of her being. The giant gush of female cum that came out of her revealed the sheer, deep delight she experienced.
With the climax's conclusion, Mia's eyes half closed, indicating complete fatigue.
The end of our play on the island occurred at that point, so I left the two behind and instructed the boat to ferry me back to the main resort. As a manager, I would need daily assessments from the staff we hired in person.
Our team consisted of selected, reliable individuals who, for several years, had remained under our management. Their perks included regular free vacations, during which they could relax and behave as guests. We refrained from allowing staff to intermingle with our patrons while working due to obvious reasons, but they could participate in such activities on their off-duty hours.
As a non-discriminatory employer, we employed people from various races, sizes, and gender identities.
Jenny and I opted to chill out at our private bungalow following the managers' encounter, underneath the radiant sunshine. Our villa was warm and private, with its secluded beach almost impossible to see, let alone approach. As a result, it remained 99.9% devoid of any need for clothing.
Jenny reclined on her lounger a few feet away from the water's edge, her body visibly glistening due to oil she had applied. I was snorkelling in the shallow waters, gazing at the corals and the well-maintained fish. The corals surrounding our region harboured inheritances due to the challenging cliff and rock formations, making them unreachable.
In the Caribbean, there's a problem most islands are dealing with: some careless individual released a few lionfish, and now these creatures are decimating natural fish stocks as they devour nearly anything. Our diving school has permission to hunt them while diving, allowing divers to take the lionfish home or hand them over to kitchens. Interestingly, lionfish are edible and taste similar to Jenny.
I was lying a few feet away from Jenny, observing her as she slept on a sun lounger. I noticed her pussy was semi-open, spreading wetly and moistly over the side of the lounger. It seemed like she was dreaming of something sexy. I quietly set my mask and snorkel on the sand and slowly approached the lounger, whispering to myself that she was possibly having an erotic dream. Approaching carefully to avoid waking her, I cautiously touched the soft folds of her pussy.
She moaned quietly, welcoming my touch. I slid my finger into her pussy, watching as it slowly began to dribble. I spat on her luscious wetness and continued rhythmically fingering her. Her reputation as a "squiter" preceded her; the housekeepers frequently had to mop up after her. My finger delved deeper into her juicy pussy, and the lubrication grew.
Jenny began leaking pussy juice; it trailed down between her legs. I leaned forward, putting my tongue to use and lapping up the droplets, some of which touched her ass. When she began to cum, my face was covered in a woman's ejaculate.
Jenny opened her eyes and saw me standing in front of her, my cock hard and dripping with precum. I sat down next to her, and she eagerly demonstrated how she enjoyed giving blowjobs. Her mouth drooled all over my cock. Unlike Mia, she was less skilled at blowjobs; she couldn't take the entire length, but she managed to give me a few moments of enjoyment. Lo and behold, I ejaculated, her tongue lapping up every drop. She continued to worship my cock until it became soft again.
Jenny asked if I'd like a cold drink before we left. Naturally, we laughed, relieved by the stress and fun of the event. Dark party nights are a high-demanded monthly event; they give people the opportunity to let loose and indulge in their sexual desires, which they wouldn't otherwise be able to.
To give you an idea: there's a lounge room, not equipped with a bar, but instead, it has sand matting. Windows are blacked out using motors and a remote control. Soft music plays until the lights are turned off completely, making the room pitch dark. Due to this, glassware and other breakables are not permitted. Health and safety aside, the dark party is an exciting night for most guests, usually starting at 10 PM after a few drinks.
While alcoholimia is not condoned, the resort expects attendees to remain in control. However, the resort does not dictate what they do in the privacy of their own rooms. The room's darkness during the events is maintenance-friendly and adds to the atmosphere.
Last week, a few visitors shared their experiences with me at the bar. They described the room where the event takes place, noting the sandy floor with mats, clear walkways marked with blue LED lights directing visitors to toilet... and out of the room.
One visitor recounted his experience, starting with the dark room, the muted music, and the blinds. They took off their clothing and applied lube, kissing one another as the music increased in volume. It's imagined that dancing would not be possible with the darkness.
Jenny and I arrived at the lounge ten minutes before the party began, sometimes we attend but most weeks we do. When we got there, the staff had already lowered the blinds, turned on the music, checked the door, and made sure it was locked. We waited for a little while before entering and then made our way to the changing room, where we placed our clothes in designated lockers and put on the glow bands around our wrists. We were careful to keep our eyes adjusted to the darkness, as the main lounge was completely dark and talking was not allowed.
We both undressed and then entered the dimly lit changing area. Once inside, no one knew who else was in the room. To ensure anonymity, we had to wait for 30 seconds before entering the lounge. Eventually, we went through double-layered curtains and found ourselves in total darkness. The glow bands on our wrists helped us navigate to find other people, but they didn't shed enough light to see who they were.
We stumbled upon others in the room and held hands for a few minutes before separating. As the fun began, I felt a gentle hand exploring my buttocks. I was already hard, and when the hand reached around behind me and took hold of my cock, it felt amazing. The hand slowly stroked my cock, and then it was replaced by warm, soft lips. This mouth moved up and down my cock at a steady pace, but I had to stop it before I came. I pulled the person up and kissed them before rolling them over onto the floor.
I caressed their breast, still unsure of who I was kissing, and spent some time kissing them before moving their body so that her pussy was hovering over my face. It was now my turn to give an oral performance, so I started to lick and stroke her pussy, focusing on the clit. Eventually, I felt someone touch the top of my head. They knelt beside me to kiss the mystery girl and then jumped on top of her, pushing their cock into her pussy. The woman moaned and gyrated as the sex continued.
At these parties, there were no rules or boundaries. I would not normally look at or interact with a man, but in this dark, secretive environment, one could pursue pleasures that conventional society forbade.
Soon, I felt someone's hand on my head, and I could sense another couple engaged in sex. I kneeled beside them, stroking the guy's cock and teased him by running my tongue around the head. He fucked the woman harder as the sounds of pleasure echoed through the room. He groaned and shouted as he came, spraying his load inside her. I followed this by placing my mouth on his cock and cleaning it.
I returned to my standing position and listened to the sounds of lovemaking. The moans and cries got louder as the night progressed. Unfortunately, my youthful recovery time had long gone, and every time I atttempted to join in, I had to spend a few minutes regaining my composure.
The mystery woman carried on with her night, and the cries of delight echoed through the lounge. Eventually, I returned to retrieve my clothes and exited the building.
We'll continue this story by interviewing some of the people who've attended these parties in a later chapter.
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