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Carrie Discovers Passions

By: SpaWriter



AUTHOR'S NOTE: There's no way to hide it, this story is long. But please sit back and let it unfold. There's a LOT of explicit sex (isn't that why you read Literotica?) but things don't heat up immediately. I don't write "wham bam, thank you ma'am" stories. If you invest the time, you'll find that the story will handsomely repay your investment. If you're impatient, skip ahead and jump right into the deep end. Either way, thanks for reading. 
PS. This place is totally fictitious. 




The scene before her was like a postcard. Carrie stared out at the ocean; the view from her second floor villa was beyond belief. The blue ocean waves gently lapped at the sand and the beaches glittered in the sunlight. 

The gentle trade wind unceremoniously blew by as it delicately swirled over her naked skin. She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath filling her lungs with the sweet, salt island air. After capturing the breath, she let slowly it out as if trying to soak in as much of the experience as possible.

Then again the thirty-one-year-old hadn't seen much from the window of her two-story home back in Springfield so to her, being at any beach was a fantasy. What amazed her more than anything was that only six weeks ago she was reading about resorts like these in magazine articles and on web sites and today was the last day of her visit. 

She remembers the shiver of fear and trepidation she felt when gave the travel agent her credit card number. Her heart raced but she signed up anyway and here she was. 

Her extremely conservative life had been built around security and predictability. She was raised by parents who preached that sex was dirty and boys were bad. So her dating life was equally conservative. She always wanted to do more but couldn't quite break out of her shell. Boyfriends were always "making moves" on her but she would push them away out of habit or parental-instilled fear rather than principle or morals. Mentally, she wanted to be like the "other girls" but physically she didn't know how or where to begin and rather than facing her fears and giving into her desires, she shunned the advances and stayed buttoned up.

Her senior year of high school, Daniel had swept her off her feet. She loved her new sexual freedom more than the man. Nevertheless, they got married but soon realized the mistake. The mistake languished for seven unsatisfying years before they finally called it quits. 

The next few years were nothing more than sporadic flings and unfulfilled dating efforts. The bar scene sucked, singles groups only yielded co-dependent mama's boys and the internet wasn't much better. Many of these men were unwed for clear and obvious reasons.

If she heard the words, "Come here often" one more time, she thought she would scream!

************

Fresh out of the shower, Carrie looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was well toned from working out her pent up frustrations at the gym; she was proud of her appearance. As she gazed at herself, she couldn't help thinking that she wanted to do something daring and audacious – even reckless. 

After all these years she needed to do something for herself. She needed to do something that no one would ever guess she was capable of doing. She needed to ignite the confidence and passion that she knew was lurking deep inside and begging to be released.

She kept going back to the article she read in Penthouse Magazine and on the ones on the internet about the new Lifestyle Resorts that were gaining in popularity.

Carrie reached for her robe.

************

Austin Adams was her best friend. She and Carrie grew up together – same neighborhood, same schools and same circle of friends. A few years ago she got entwined in a stupid romance. She met the idiot at a friend's wedding, the sexual fling turned into a string of steady dates and the dates turned into him sleeping at her house almost all the time. 

The stupid part was the guy was 31 years old, still lived at home with his parents. He was employed at Best Buy as a department manager and worked for video games, pizza and beer. Without noticing it at first, the guy was slowly moving his stuff over to Austin's condo; first a Sony PlayStation 3, and then a few clothes. He would eat her food, watch her TV and rent three or four PPV movies a week on her cable bill. 

Austin was proud of her education, career achievements, and independence, while this guy was proud of the fact that he could almost perfectly complete Guitar Hero's Though the Fire and Flames on the hardest level and that he could party until 2am and still function at work the next day. There was an obvious incompatibility and maturity mismatch that was quickly bringing the relationship to an end. Then one day a Penthouse Magazine showed up in her mailbox with his name on it.

It wasn't the content as much as his gall. When she confronted him about sending a magazine subscription to a house he didn't actually live in, he said he couldn't have it sent to his parent's house. They wouldn't approve. It was at that point Austin realized that he was just mooching off of her like he was doing to his over-protective, coddling parents (that should have kicked him out of the nest long ago) and his so-called friends. This guy was a dead end and after only eight weeks, she called it off. She told Carrie the relationship lasted seven weeks and five days too long.

He really showed his immaturity when he called her a, "Uptight bitch," as he gathered his things. She replied, "Don't be late for dinner or you might get grounded," then muttered under her breath, "You fucking mooch."

A few more Penthouse Magazines landed in her mailbox before she got the great idea to call in an address change to the guy's parent's home. She wondered if he'd call her once his mom retrieved the magazine from the family mailbox in three to six weeks. 

While at Austin's house, Carrie grabbed one of the Penthouse copies still lying around and thumbed through it. "Austin, I can believe he had this mailed to your house without telling you." The magazine itself wasn't too bad. Nowhere near as classy as Playboy but not as graphically offensive as Hustler. "Why are you keeping these anyway?"

"I don't know. I thought you might like them," Austin laughed. "Just kidding, they're kind of fun to look at, I guess. I'm going to toss them soon."

Her eyes caught an article called "Vacation Naked – Twelve Places in Paradise to Get an All-over Tan". There was a cute graphic next to the title of a dark-tanned naked cartoon woman with bright white tan lines. The cartoon lady had a red circle with a diagonal red stripe though it, like a no-smoking sign, and the words, "No Tan Lines" under it. The article was about the rapidly growing clothing-optional and hedonistic Lifestyle resorts that were popping up all over the world at a record setting pace. There were 12 listed and web sites where serious research could be done. 

"I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom."

"With a Penthouse Magazine?"

"Why not?" She shrugged. "It's not that bad. The chicks are kind of hot."

"You're not going to...you know...are you?" Austin gave her a funny questioning grin as she quickly rubbed her crotch with two fingers.

"You never know. If you hear funny groaning noises coming through the door...don't come in," Carrie joked as she darted off with a smile to the toilet.

When she returned she sat down next to Austin. "Look at this article and tell me what you think."

Austin scanned the document. "What? Are you thinking about going to one of these places?" She kept reading then looked up, "Are you serious?"

"I don't know. It might be fun, don't you think?"

Austin shoved the magazine back at Carrie said with a huge grin. "I dare you." 

Carrie just sat there biting the corner of her lower lip.

"Ok," Austin squinted her eyes and leaned forward, "I double-DOG dare you."

************

Carrie threw on her favorite robe and flipped open the phone book. She dialed the number of the travel agency and waited for someone to answer. The minute someone picked up, Carrie almost slammed the receiver down. How was she going to describe the trip she wanted? 

"Hello...hello...anyone there?" the receptionist kept repeating.

"Oh hello," Carrie stammered, her heart pounding in her chest "Um, I need to talk to someone about booking a trip."

"Hold please." Click to on hold music.

"This is Darjeel, how may I assist you?" The voice of a nice, Indian woman was on the other line. Carrie paused wrangling up her courage.

"Yes, I want to book a vacation," Carrie stammered.

"You called the right place. If you can give me some details of the type of trip you'd like to take, I'll be happy to assist you," said the friendly voice on the other end of the line.

"Well... I, uh... I'm not sure how to ask. I'm not sure where I want to go. I mean I know where I want to go but I don't..." Carrie grimaced hard and continued to beat around the bush until Darjeel jumped in. 

"It's ok. I'm here to help. Why don't I get some basic information from you first, like your name and address?" Her soft voice and delicate accent was very assuring.

"I guess that'd be a good idea," Carrie recited her information. As she was spelling out her street name, she wished she could have done this anonymously. But she didn't know where to begin and thus needed the help of a travel agent.

"Now that I have your information, what kind of trip are you looking for? Domestic, Sand and sea, European or..."

"Sand and sea," Carrie interrupted. 

"Ah, now we're getting somewhere." The agent said happily, "Caribbean or Pacific?"

"Umm, this is that hard part. I'm not as concerned with that as I am...you see, I've never been... I'm looking for a...I want to try going to a..." Carrie stopped and almost hung up the phone. 

After 10 years in the travel business, Darjeel was getting the drift and decided to help. "Ma'am, are you looking for a 'specialty' resort?"

"Yes!" Carrie stated firmly, glad for the assistance. "A specialty resort could be what I'm looking for!"

"Would you like the resort to welcome guests that would like the option of wearing, shall we say, very little or nothing?" Darjeel gently probed.

"Yes! I believe I would like that type of resort." Carrie stayed quiet waiting for her agent's continued assistance.

"Would you like the resort to limit the exposure to the beach or would you like one that welcomes nudity at most times in most places?"

"Um, at most...times," Carrie's mind was racing as she answered the questions and slowed her answers to avoid sounding overly anxious.

"One last question Ma'am, would you like a resort that allows public intimate interaction with other vacationers or one that allows it in only the privacy of your room?" To Carrie's relief, Darjeel questions were very matter of fact with no judgment or surprise. But this question was tough to answer.

"I didn't know there were resorts that actually encouraged interaction in, um, public," she let her sentence trail off. She actually did know having read about them in the Penthouse article and online but the reality of being on the phone with a travel agent about to book one was a bit overwhelming and she needed some assurance. 

"I assure you they exist and they are very popular. As a matter of fact, 'Lifestyle Resorts' are one of the fastest growing resort segment but there are a couple of varieties. Those that allow and encourage 'public displays of affection' and those that allow it only in areas like 'playrooms' or the hot tubs after dark." Carrie was overwhelmed with the choices and her instinct to choose the mild version. But she was relieved as to how easy Dajeel was making it to continue. "So, which type are you interested in? Do you need some time to think about it?"

"No." Carrie swallowed hard, squeezed her eyes tightly shut and answered, "No, I think I want to go to the one that..." She took a deep breath and gathered her courage "...allows public interaction...I think." She paused, gathered her courage, "Yes public...that's what I want."

Immediately Darjeel said, "Thank you Ma'am, let me see." The sound of keyboard clicking could be heard over the phone line.

While she waited, Carrie slipper her hand down between her legs and tugged at her pubic hair almost daring herself to go farther while on the phone with Darjeel. She accepted her own dare and wiggled her finger between the folds of skin that were the gateway to her vagina. Her toes curled as she felt her warmth and wetness. She was about to drift off when Darjeel came back on line and jolted her back to reality. She jerked her hand away as if she had actually been caught.

"Are you still there?"

Carrie cleared her throat and wiped the light mist of sweat from her upper lip. She could smell the soft feminine aroma of her wetness on her finger, "Um, yes."

"I have three options that might interest you. There's one in Roatan called Pleasures. It's relatively new and I don't know much about it other than it's a small resort on a big private beach." 

Darjeel paused and clicked the keyboard on the other end of the line. "Desires is a great place with two locations – Cancun and Cabo. It's all the rage right now. The biggest problem with Desire is that I don't show availability until later in the year."

"Lastly there's one called Passions that has locations in Jamaica, Bahamas and Mexico. I have sent many people to Passions and have gotten wonderful comments and reviews from everyone that's gone. Many people annually bounce around between the three resorts for variety. Are you near a computer?"

"I am." She tapped the trackpad to wake up the laptop that was on her desk right in front of her. 

"Go to Passions Romance Resort dot com, then click Jamaica and you'll be able to see the place in more detail."

Neither woman spoke while Carrie clicked the keys and anxiously waited for the site to load. The home page showed a cover shot of a gorgeous Caribbean resort that backed up to a fantastic white sand beach that met turquoise blue water.

Darjeel had done this so many times before she could tell what Carrie was looking and guided her by the sound of the keyboard clicks alone, "Click on the photo gallery on the left-hand side of the screen."

Click. 

All of the pictures of the rooms and facilities are shown without people in them. "What do you think?"

"It looks like a pretty nice place."

"It is. And unlike some places, the pictures are really accurate," Darjeel said stretching out the word 'really'. "Now scroll down to the bottom of the page and click on the 'Secrets of Passions' logo."

Click. A window opened that asked if the computer operator was 18 or older. She clicked yes.

Darjeel listened to Carrie click and browse without a word.

A photo gallery opened showing the resort beach, restaurants, rooms and other facilities. This time there were totally nude people in all of the pictures. They were drinking, sunning, kayaking, sitting in a huge hot tub and otherwise enjoying themselves.  

Carrie softly muttered a quiet, "Oh wow." The travel agent patiently waited while she kept clicking on the photos. "So, I would be..." Carrie hesitated as she clicked a photo to enlarge it, "... naked just like these people in the pictures?"

Darjeel silently chuckled to herself then said gently, "Yes ma'am. After all, isn't that the point of places like these?"

Carrie felt stupid and embarrassed for asking that question and changed the subject, "So you said people go to these resorts all the time - even annually?"

"Absolutely Ma'am. As a matter of fact, in the interest of research, I've personally been to the one in Ocho Rios and can say, if you are looking for a 'Lifestyle' vacation, it's first class and it stays pretty full."

"You've been to one?" Carrie asked redundantly looking for a bit of last minute reassurance and confidence. 

"Uh huh only once. It was for our tenth anniversary, and like I said," Darjeel paused for effect and sincerity, "its first class and a very unique experience." 

Carrie was rapt with the images on the screen. The envisioned herself lounging in the warm Caribbean sun like the people in the pictures and wondered how much courage it would take. Then with a surprising amount of coolness, she softly said, "Darjeel?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Let's book it. The one in Ocho Rios. I'd like to go."

"No problem." Darjeel clicked away on her computer. "Will you be traveling alone?"

"Oh," Carrie grimaced thinking the questions were over. "Do I need a companion?" 

"Only if you're a male, which you're obviously not. Men cannot visit the resort without the company of a female guest." She emphasized the word female. "But women can attend single or with a male partner. Some might think it's a little unfair but..."

Carrie understood the rule and actually found comfort in it and butted in, "No, I'll be traveling alone – at least this time."

After reciting her credit card information and writing down her confirmation number she hung up the phone. The room was silent. So silent that she could hear and feel her heart pounding deep in her chest. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins causing her hands to tremble. She raised her hands in the air and silently mouth the word "YES!" like she'd just won a foot race or scored a goal. She'd done it. 

Coming off the rush of obligating herself to the trip, she felt light headed and a bit high. She reclined her home office chair and propped her legs up on the desk so she could still see her computer screen. Her robe fell open and she eased her hand down between her legs. She was impressed with her overwhelming wetness, her mouth formed a tight circle and her brow furrowed as she exhaled a long groaning, "Oh." 

She took a deep breath then stood up and let her robe fall to the floor. She sat back down in her office chair and leaned back. "Well I might as well get used to being naked," she said out loud to herself.

The skin between the folds was soft, slick and very wet. There was no other place on the human body, male or female, that had the same warm, velvety feel. Often while masturbating she would explore its intricacies, both inside and out by touch alone. 

She closed her eyes and ran her fingers around her labia then tugged at her lips. She gently pulled at them before running the tip of her finger around the opening of her vagina then plunged her finger deep into herself. The inner walls of her vagina were slick but not completely smooth. She had a slight texture inside that she found very intriguing. She pulled her finger out and ran it down to her anus and made small circles around the tightly puckered opening that was thoroughly lubricated from her vaginal flow. 

She pulled her hand back up to concentrate on her clit. Her palm rested on the thick patch of dark brown pubic hair while her fingers wiggled, probed and stroked their intended targets. She could feel the wetness dribbling down between her butt-cheeks. The wet slurping sound was getting louder as her stroking quickened.

Carrie was swirling her middle finger over her well-lubricated clit when it hit her. Her propped up legs flexed lifting her ass completely off the chair. Instantly she curved her ring and middle fingers and slid them into her vagina so she could feel the repeated orgasmic contractions while carefully keeping pressure on her clit with the palm of her hand. It was a move she accidentally discovered, but in her world equated it to the accidental discovery of oil or gold. 

Her orgasm amazing and intense, but to be fair it began brewing the instant she picked up the phone.


 

************



The phone rang and a female voice answered, "Hello?"

"Can I borrow your suitcase...you know that good Swiss Army one?"


Carrie Discovers Passions



"Well, hello to you too Carrie. What for? Are you actually going somewhere?" Austin teased.

"Yep, I booked that trip we were talking about."

Silence on the other end of the line then, "Did you really? You mean the one to ..."

"Yes, that one."

"Oh my god! I'm proud of you girl. When do you leave?"

"Three weeks," She paused, "Austin?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go with me?"

"Hell yes I wanna go," she snapped. "But you know I can't get away from work until the fall." She paused. "But I'm seriously tempted. I don't think I'd ever do something like that on my own but now that I know you're doing it, I want to go too. But how can I go if you're borrowing my good suitcase?"

"I just thought I'd ask. I'm a little nervous."

"I can imagine. So, is this really one of those super orgy resorts we were reading about in Penthouse, with the group-sex hot tubs and public fucking?"

"Austin, don't say it that way. It's called Passions and it's an adults-only, clothing-optional resort that encourages guests to relax in natural comfort and allows romantic activity in selected areas on the premises," Carrie sounded like a brochure. 

"You make it sound like Disney World for adults," Austin reflected. "So you're planning on getting laid?"

"Stop it Austin!" Carrie squealed. 

"Well, why else would you go to a place like that other than to get some hot sex with a perfect stranger...or strangers? I'm just stating the obvious." Austin laughed a jealous little laugh.

"You make it sound so dirty. If I was going only for the sex, I could hang out at O'Malley's and pick up some desperate guy any day of the week."

Austin tone change dramatically. "I know and I was just kidding, I really didn't mean to make you feel bad. It's just that I'm jealous, that's all. Seriously, you're doing something that any one of us would love to do but none of us would have the guts. Speaking of which, are you going to tell the other girls?"

"I don't know yet."

"Well, I won't say a word." Austin could be trusted.

"I know you won't."

"Um, Carrie..."

"Huh?"

"On a serious note, can I give you some important personal advice? You know friend-to-friend."

"Of course."

"Now remember, I'm only telling you this because..."

Carrie cut her off, "Just say it already, we're best friends."

Austin inhaled then boldly blurted out, "You really need to shave your bush." 

Silence.

"Did you just tell me to shave my bush?" Carrie laughed outright at the outrageous comment. 

"See I told you...that's why I said..." Austin tried to explain.

"I thought you were going to tell me to use protection or to bring back a tall handsome man for you or something like that but I didn't expect you to tell me to shave my freakin' pubes." They both laughed together, "What the hell?"

"Well, I know you've been out of circulation for a while but the last time I saw you in the gym showers things looked..." She paused, "I'm sorry to put it this way but it looked a little out of control down there. If you don't want to shave it, at least trim it up a bit...or a lot. I promise you'll thank me later." 

"Oh my god, I can't believe you just said that to me," Carrie was blushing though Austin couldn't see it over the phone. "Have I really become 'big bush girl'?"

Austin stayed quiet as to not belabor the point.

"God, that's embarrassing but I appreciate it and I'll make sure that I 'trim the hedges' before the trip. I'll pick up the suitcase next week. Thanks."

They were both giggling as they hung up the phone.

Carrie knew Austin was right. From time-to-time, out of Saturday night boredom, she would rent an occasional Triple X-rated pay-per-view movie – something she never did while married. Once, Austin and Carrie even watched one together and heckled the poor acting, over-done boob jobs and complete lack of story. It was hard not to notice that nearly all the girls and many of the guys didn't have a stitch of pubic hair and those that did had it shaved into a thin landing strip. 

Also noticeable was that more and more of the ladies in the gym showers were immaculately groomed or completely shaved. Going bare was even making its way up to the over 45 demographic in a big way. It was becoming rare to see anyone of any age with a natural, full-grown bush anymore and now that she thought about it, she was one of those uncommon ones. Shit! She WAS Big Bush Girl.

************


 

Nudity was strongly encouraged throughout most of the resorts facilities most of the time. According to the brochure, the only real clothing allowed was "revealing swimsuits and sheer cover-ups and wraps during meals and at night." Dinner was the only time the cover-ups, or tank-tops and waist wraps for men, were required. The instructions claimed the dress code and lack of dress code was for the comfort of all the guests. So when she did arrive at her destination and received her villa's key, she slipped all her clothes off and sat down on the edge of her large king bed. 

How was she going to do this? Carrie flopped back on the big comfortable bed and found herself staring straight up into a huge mirror framed into the ceiling. She hadn't noticed it and it startled her at first. She looked at herself laying there naked and nervous. Could she really walk around naked in front of perfect strangers for an entire week? 

Her frame of mind shifted as she looked into the mirror. From this reflected point of view she was really glad she took Austin's advice and trimmed things up a little down there. 

It took her sometime to work up the nerve to walk onto the balcony that faced the ocean. Now anyone could see her; physical flaws were in plain view. Over time, she was becoming accustomed to her "imperfections" and realized during the two years of post-divorce dating that everyone had something they wanted to hide. The more she realized this, the more comfortable she was letting things show – a little.

Someone passed her balcony and she jumped back.

"Shit," she muttered, her breath caught in her chest. She was scared they'd seen her, but she shook it off and reminded herself of where she was. Plus, she better get used to it, people were going to see her much closer once she left her room. To warm herself up, she once again walked to the edge of the balcony and stood there; white knuckles gripping the railing until someone walked by. 

This time it was a plump couple in their 50s walking back to their villa. As they passed under her balcony, Carrie waved and said, "Hello!" The couple looked up, gave a half-hearted wave and kept walking. It suddenly dawned on Carrie that a naked girl at a regular resort balcony would attract some serious attention. Here, she was just another resort guest blending in with everyone else. Her confidence boosted, she left her villa. Her flip-flops, sunglasses, a straw hat, a pair of small gold earrings and her room key on a coiled wrist band were the only things on her body, with the exception of a transparent layer of strong, waterproof tanning lotion. 

The first thing she did was head to the beach for a morning swim before breakfast. She stopped by the beach cabana and grabbed a towel; and then to prove her courage she walked through a large group of people on her way to the water.

As she walked past the other nude guests she noticed there were people combing the sand and the water. Eventually a part of her relaxed and she told herself two things. One was if other men and women of all shapes and sizes could do this, so could she. Besides, she looked great. Another thing she told herself was no one knew her here, so what they thought about her shouldn't stop her from having a great vacation. 

She stepped knee-deep into the water and paused before proceeded further into the cool liquid. Once waist deep, she dove in and swam out a good distance from the beach. There she lazily floated and watched couples, as well as individuals, enjoying the warm summer morning. 

The cool ocean water felt very odd washing over her naked body. For some reason she felt more naked in the water than she did on land. As she became more accustomed to the feeling, she began to really enjoy the sensation.

Her gaze glanced over a pair of bronzed bodies and she let herself focus on them for several minutes. Their bodies were completely tanned with no sign of a tan-line anywhere. They must be regulars. She was lost in the movements of the man's hands sliding across the woman's shoulders as he covered her nude body with sun screen when all of a sudden she was bumped from behind. 

She swam a short distance and then turned around in the water. A rush of embarrassment slammed into her as she took in the chiseled features of the nude man. "Sorry," she quickly said, noticing he'd stopped swimming and was staring back at her. 

He made a funny face and asked, "For what? I bumped into you." He reached for her and she jerked back. She blushed when she saw him retrieve a volleyball that had gotten pulled out to sea and was floating right behind her head. 

"First time?" he asked and then shouted for the folks on the beach. He launched the ball and it was then that she realized he had to have been standing on the ocean floor, because he was very sure in his movements. 

"Uh-huh. How tall are you?" she asked. "Sorry, that was rude." 

He chuckled. "Rude? Asking how tall I am isn't rude. I'm six-four." He laughed at her jaw dropping stare and pushed her mouth closed with two fingers pushing on her chin. "Now that reaction was rude." 

"Sorry." 

"Let me see, I bet I can guess how tall you are," He angled his head to the right and then left. "You're five-five, right?" 

She blinked rapidly. "Five-six but close enough. How'd you know that?" 

"I saw you swim in." He winked and watched her laugh. "I was the one that 'accidentally' hit the volleyball out here." 

"Oh, smooth move Mister, "she tossed him a flirtatious grin, "My name's Carrie." 

"Justin," he answered back. "So Carrie, you're a virgin?"

Carries smile vanished from her face.

"I mean a virgin to the resort that is?"

Her shy smile crept back, "It's obvious isn't it?"

"A little. I know this is a bit forward and we just met but would like to have brunch with me?" 

"Wow, that was fast, are you sure your wife won't mind?" she asked. 

"Ah touché and smooth move back Miss Carrie. But I don't have a wife. I don't have a steady girlfriend either. I am not attached though I came here with a libido ready to be stroked and an appetite to match it." 

"Yeah, I'm single too. My libido hasn't been stroked in so many years I forgot what it feels like." Carrie instantly regretted saying every one of those words thinking how desperate she must sound. "Oh crap, did I just say that out loud?" 

Justin winked and swam closer to her. "Sounds like we're perfect for each other; at least our situations seem to match." 

She laughed and added, "Sounds like we are. How 'bout a late breakfast first?" 

"I could go for that." 

"Wait!" Carrie almost shouted suddenly aware of something. "If you don't have a wife or girlfriend, how'd you get into the resort? I mean don't you have to be accompanied by a female guest or something? You should be here with someone right?"

"Right," Justin said with a wink. "I am."

"Oh," Carrie felt a chill of panic zip up her spin. "Then you go on and I'll see you around."

"What? No, come on let's..."

"Are you inviting me to join you two for a threesome? Because I don't think I'm ready for..." Carrie asked with artificial confidence trying to fit in at the resort and quell her fears.

"What? No, she's a travel companion; a way of circumventing the system or you could say we're threading ourselves through a small loophole in the rules," Justin squinted one of his eyes and pinched his fore-finger and thumb together. "We share a room but we're rarely in it at the same time. Actually, she's been quite busy and relatively scarce this trip."

"Oh, so the two of you aren't romantically involved?"

Justin just smiled, shook his head and avoided the question, "Come on, let's get some brunch."

They left the ocean and proceeded to walk along the shoreline toward the covered outdoor dining area until a woman with long black hair ran up to them. Carrie stopped dead in her tracks when the vivacious female launched herself at Justin. She leaped up and caught herself by wrapping her legs around his waist. He barely had time to grab her ass to catch her and steady himself. 

Carrie stepped back and watched the interaction. The petite woman wrapped her arms around Justin's neck while her legs gripped his waist. Her lips captured his and Carrie watched two tongues battle it out. Eventually, the girl released her victim and slid down his tall body. "Hey there," she said to Carrie, a friendly grin covered her face. 

"Hi," Carrie answered back with a nervous grin. This must be Justin's 'travel partner' she thought to herself.

"Lexi! Glad to see you," Justin said and swatted her backside. "This is Carrie. Carrie this is Lexi, professional hedonist."

Lexi stuck out her tongue. "I'm an absolute angel...until the first drink," she said and placed her hands on her hips. 

"Carrie's new at the resort. She arrived this morning. Actually, I believe she's never been to a..."

Carrie interrupted and shoved out her hand, "Nice to meet you Lexi."

"Where are you headed?" Justin asked. 

Lexi smirked, "To the bar." 

"So you've been an angel for forty-five minutes today?" Carrie and Justin both laughed out loud and would have looked at the early time on their watches had they been wearing them. 

"Go to hell, it's never too early for a Blood Mary or a Mimosa. They're breakfast for many of us on this island," Lexi smiled wickedly, "Bye, nice meeting you Carrie. See ya tonight. I'm sure Justin has already nabbed you for his date." Lexi started to walk off then turned back, "You know Justin," she licked her lips and looked Carried from top to bottom and back up again, "she'd make a great partner for the games." 

Before Carrie could ask, Lexi winked, giggled and quickly trotted off in the direction of another resort guest, her tan ass jiggling as she went. 

"Popular girl. Is she your travel..." Carrie said. 

"Lexi? No." Justin chuckled and shook his head. "She's the sweetest woman I've ever met. She and her husband own the Whitewater Rafting Adventure inland on the island."

"There's white water rafting..."

Yea, it's a small river and the rides only about 30 minutes long but it's pretty rough. You forget all about bouncing breasts and swinging dicks when you have white water threatening to kill you.

"Not only that, you'll be hard pressed to find anyone more comfortable in bare skin than her. She was born naked, has chosen to live naked and will more than likely die shriveled up and naked." They both wrinkled their noses and giggled at the comical thought of Lexi in 30 years, pruney, sagging, skin like leather but still running around the resort in the buff. 

"Did you see the movie 'There's Something about Mary'?" Justin asked.

"Magda? I was just thinking that!" In unison , "Ewww."

Justin shook off the thought and took her hand then let her toward the Porch Dining Room, where breakfast was still being served. 

While they walked Carrie asked, "What did she mean about game partner?"

"I'll explain later."

"Her tan is, um, pretty thorough," Carrie commented.

"Noticed did ya? I bet Lexi's entire wardrobe could fit in one dresser drawer – shoes and all! The last time I was here we were dining with some folks from the Chicago area that told her they envied her free lifestyle. She told them that she hasn't owned a single piece of underwear since 1984. I think that's why she and her husband moved here to begin with." They continued walking to the restaurant.

"One of the things you'll really come to appreciate about being naked is that the humidity here is pretty high but without clothes one, you hardly notice it. Just wait until you get dressed after a week without clothing, you'll hate it; you'll see what I mean. It's no wonder the natives ran around naked for a thousand years." Justin smiled as he looked Carrie up and down. "Looks like your tan is pretty even too - at least for a virgin," Carrie squirmed, unaccustomed to the close physical scrutiny. 

"Tanning bed." Carrie shrugged then pointed to the restaurant sign. "Looks like we made it in time." 

"Yep," Justin said. Carrie started to sit down, "Wait, before you sit down drape your towel over the seat. Hygiene is important around here. Keep a towel with you and always drape it over your chair, bar stool or any other public seat. There are towel stations all around if ever need one."

"Oh, thank you for the reminder. I read that in the brochure but I'm a little overwhelmed." She also read that nudity was allowed at breakfast and lunch but light covers were required for dinner and at all times in the formal dining room.

He ordered a chicken salad croissant sandwich and Carrie ordered a small fare of date bread and fruit. "You'll need your energy for the other activities I have planned for you today, so you can eat off my plate if you want. You'll be glad later." 

"I don't want to gorge myself my first day here." Actually, being naked helped keep her appetite in check. "So, what activities do you have planned?" 

"Well let's see, after stroking of our libidos, feeding your appetite and playing naked volleyball, we might stroll along the beach." 

"That all sounds fun but I see you've have already started working on the stroking part. I saw where your hand went after Lexi grabbed you," Carrie said. 

"You saw that huh?" Justin winked. "Hey, she jumped me, what was I supposed to do?"

The food arrived and looked wonderful. The plates were full of fresh tropical fruit, breads and pastries. 

Justin grabbed his plate and stood up. "Come on, follow me."

"Are we going to your room?" She naively asked. 

Justin just chuckled and kept walking.

Carrie followed him to the beach where several others were milling about. She was a bit put off, thinking she'd be able to take care of his protruding cock by sticking it in her wet pussy, but she decided to bite back her disappointment and let him carry on. "Besides, don't be too eager," she kept telling herself, "There's always later."

She took a seat on the sand after he had pulled two fresh towels from one of the resort's towel stations and laid them down for her. Then he sat down next to her and told her to lie back. He was ready to eat. 

"This is our own private version of one of the resorts popular activities."

"Huh?" she asked. 

"Carrie, I get the impression you didn't you know about the games and activities when you booked your vacation here?"

"My vacation was a last minute impulse decision. Truthfully, I've never been at a place like this in my life."

Justin's eyes widened appreciating her jump into the unknown. He was equally impressed as to how comfortable she seemed with her nakedness. What he didn't know was that she was dying inside and scared to death. 

"We'll we're about to enjoy the Body Buffet." He could see a bit of uncertainty in her eyes. "Relax, you'll love this. I have a plate full of fruit here. You lay back and I eat first. I get to place the fruit anywhere on your body I want to, then I eat it without using my hands."

Carrie smiled at the thought, "You're right, I'm going to like that one. What are some of the other things a person can do here?"

"Well, there's horseback riding - I tried it but is sucks in the nude, too painful. You need to wear a bikini bottom or shorts or something. There's nude scuba diving. I'm not licensed so I don't do that but I'd like to get certified some day. I do snorkel, parasail, jet ski, swim, and play volleyball, all nude of course. I love naked Twister and of course there are the sex games..."




Carrie Discovers Passions



"What are they?"

"The sex games? Several nights a week there are blowjob contests, strip tease shows, cum shoots, ping-pong ball games and even big orgies in the 'playroom'."

Carrie interrupted, "Wait, did you just say orgies?"

"Um, yea. Why?" he said a bit surprised. "You really didn't look into this before you booked the trip did you?"

"No, I didn't and I'm starting to get a little nervous." Carrie sighed.

"Don't be. You can sit and watch or you can participate. No pressure. This time around, just sit back and enjoy yourself. I have to say that I'm a bit surprised you jumped in so deep for your first time. Most people start out going to a topless beach, and then try something like one of the Hedonism resorts, before graduating up to one of the Desire, Pleasure or Passions resorts like this one."

"Am I in over my head here?"

Justin turned the corners of him mouth down and shook his head, "Nah, I don't think so. I'd say you're as brave as you are beautiful. Just make deal with yourself and don't do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable and you'll leave this place having had a great time. If you go too far beyond your comfort level, you might never return," he leaned down and looked Carrie right in the eyes, "and that'd be a terrible shame."

"I get it." She smiled and sat up straight and resolute. "So tell me, what the heck are cum shoots anyway?" 

Justin chuckled, "Ok, there are two different cum games. First there's the 'long-shot'. Several guys will sit in chairs and jack-off until they cum. There's a big sheet of butchers paper on the floor in front of them with lines taped on it; the one that shoots his load the farthest wins. The second one is called 'bulls-eye'. Several volunteers, equal men and women, get on stage. The women give the men blowjobs, then right before they cum, your female partner lies on the ground with mouth wide open. The guy must get as much cum in her mouth as possible, he that spills the least wins. Winners get $100 gift certificates to the Fig Leaf gift shop."

"Holy crap! You're kidding me right?" Carrie's jaw dropped. She'd never heard anything like that. 

"See what I mean about sitting back and watching. I think you'll get a kick out of watching other people fumble around on stage. Just have fun."

She nodded and admitted to herself that she wasn't sure she knew what she was getting into but she also knew it was going to be a real adventure and a real test of her hidden adventurous spirit. Nevertheless, she was extremely horny thinking about the contests and couldn't wait to see one first hand!

"Now, you might like the pussy eating contests better."

"But I'm not a lesbian," Carrie objected.

Justine laughted, "No. It's not like that. Women insert a grape deep into they're pussies and guys try to retrieve the grapes with only their mouths. Don't be fooled, it's the woman's muscle control that wins that one though. Personally, it's my favorite," he said with a smirk and a wink. 

"Oh." Carrie was getting wet with the thought of a hundred people watching and cheering as a guy buried his face in her pussy trying like hell to retrieve a grape with nothing but his tongue. No wonder most of the women she saw around the resort had totally shaved pussies. Pubic hair might hinder the sex games and body buffets.

"You didn't know any of this did you?"

"Not really. In the back of my mind I knew there'd be things like that I guess, but I didn't want to think about it too much before I booked the trip or I might have chickened out." 

She paused, then, "Justin, I need to tell you something. Not that you need to know but before I really jump in to this, I need to say this out loud to somebody."

"Oh shit don't tell me, you're actually a guy right," Justin said faking surprise and disgust. 

"No," Carrie let her legs fall open for a second, "I'm a woman, see," then clamped her legs back together. "It's just that I've been extremely conservative all my life. I haven't done much of anything really sexually deviant." She stared far off into the vast ocean. 

"Carrie, you don't have to..."

"No, I want to," she cut him off. "There are only a couple of things I've ever done that I'd call sexually adventurous. A couple of times I let Daniel, my ex-husband, cum in my mouth and I swallowed it." She wrinkled her nose at the thought. "That's not really adventurous but...The second was after my divorce; I did it with this guy and sat on top facing his feet so he could stick his finger in my asshole while I rode him. Actually, he had a strange fixation thing for my asshole. He licked it, fingered it and even wanted to put his dick in it. I kept his penis out of my ass but we did do the other things." She shrugged.

"I don't think there's anything strange about that," He shrugged back. "Carrie, I don't mean to preach but there are women all over the world that go through their entire life without a man ever worshipping a single spot on their body - asshole included. Don't be fooled, they long for it but they lack the confidence to put themselves in a position to find out. If a guys is fixated with a part or parts of your body, it's a compliment. Sorry, end of the sermon but something tells me he was fixated on several of your body parts and found them all incredibly appealing, didn't he?"

Carrie looked away again and nodded, "Yea, I guess he said he liked my tits too...and my legs." She smiled to herself, "And he said he liked my smile."

Justin smiled back at her revelation. "See what I mean? It feels good to be wanted doesn't it? It's how we're wired. But sometimes you need to let yourself be adored. Enjoy it and revel in it." He let his words sink in. "So...did you like doing those things?"

"I guess so." Carrie looked away not making eye contact with Justin. "You know that's just it, I don't know. And in reality, they weren't even that adventurous. Sex-games and public orgies, now that's adventurous," she said still looking into the blue horizon. "This was a snap decision to break out of my shell."

"Well, it appears you came to the right place," he added.

She turned back to Justin, "It seems that way. But I'm afraid that I won't be able to do all of that stuff. I just don't think I can participate in an orgy."

"Wait, there's really only one real important rule here. It's that no one has to do anything they don't want to – I think we've covered this part already. You actually can sit and watch, as long as you're nude of course," he said comforting her fears. "Remember, respect is paramount here. We all respect each other and everyone is happy."

"Yea, I know. But I want to try them. It's just going to take some courage to go for it." She paused. "Justin," Carrie asked shyly, "have you tried the cum games?"

He laughed, "Yes, but failed terribly. I'm way too tall for 'bulls-eye'. I'm too far from my target!" They both giggled heartily. Carrie began to feel much better.

Carrie reclined fully on the towel and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Hell yea," he grinned and grabbed the plate of fruit. Carrie watched him move like a feline. He placed a piece of pineapple on each breast, a grape in her belly button, a strawberry in her mouth and a cold piece of watermelon on her pubic bone and tucked another grape between her pussy lips. The insertion of the cool fruit startled her a bit.

Justin worked from the top down. He started eating the berry in her mouth – the strawberry juice flowed into her mouth and he ate the succulent fruit. He then moved downward consuming the fruit as he traversed. The juice had run down her thighs and she gasped at the cold feeling that rushed over the fleshy surfaces. 

"Justin," she moaned as he approached the watermelon and leaned back on her elbows, with her knees bent and her legs spread wide. She trembled when she saw Justin's face disappear between her thighs. "Oh my," she growled and closed her eyes as he ate away at his snack. 

She felt his nose press against her clit as his mouth searched for the hidden grape. She heard him slurp up some of the sweet, fruit juice mixed with her own nectar. He tongue-fucked her until she was bucking up against him; a small orgasm tingled within her. She tried to bear down and tighten her vaginal walls. That mixed with his suction and the grape popped right into his mouth. Justin lifted his face, smiling with a red seedless grape between his teeth and his face covered in several varieties of juice (both fruit and human). 


He let the grape fall into his mouth, chewed it and with a coy eyebrow raise said, "Bingo!"

Next was her turn. Justin laid back and she started creatively placing her fruit. First a strawberry in his mouth, pineapple on his nipples, she dribbled watermelon juice into his navel and then two half-moon shaped pieces of cantaloupe, one on each side of his penis. 

She too worked from the top down. It was the first time she had ever sucked a man's nipples and she was really getting into it and stayed there longer than needed, they were especially tasty mixed with the sweet pineapple juice. Next, she moved south and headed for the honeydew. First she consumed the fruit then licked up the juice. Justin's cock was hardening with every lick and every slurp. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took him in.

Her adventures were beginning now. 

Carrie was thoroughly enjoying her beach "blow-pop" when she realized that she was in public! Someone might be watching! She suppressed the feeling and dove for the fruit. 

The focus on her accomplishment was broken not only by a few loud groans off to her right.

She turned her head and witnessed several couples engaging in some very hardcore public displays of affection. One couple were in the sixty-nine position, another two were fucking doggy style while two women sat arm-in-arm watching them intently. Interestingly, most of the people on the beach were casually sunning themselves completely oblivious the erotic coupling around them. Somehow Carrie noticed a woman on her back, tanning on a towel with her knees up and spread wide. It was like she was intentionally trying to tan her pussy or something.

As she scanned secluded side of the beach, where she and Justin were, she refocused on the people having sex. "Interested?" Justin asked. 

"Oh sorry, I've just never seen it in real life like that," she continued looking around ignoring Justin's hard shaft that was still firmly in her hand. 

"I got an idea," he said getting to his feet and helping Carrie up. "Come on, let's take a closer look." 

"No, that's alright. We can watch from here."

"It's ok, really," he said. "Watching is ok, and even encouraged. If you want privacy, go to your room. If you want to be seen, get it on in the great outdoors. Half the fun is watching AND being watched." 

"Are you sure?"

"Why else fuck in public?"

Carrie covered her mouth and giggled like a school girl, "Good point" then moved closer. She could see the ladies head bobbing up and down on the guy's hard-on, her plump, red lips were wrapped tightly around the guy's shaft that was wet with her saliva. The guy had a slightly less than average length cock that his lover was able to easily and completely consume. His modest length gave her the ability to drop down so her lips were resting against his balls in a hard, fast repeated motion. It reminded Carrie of a high school rhyme some of the boys would say, "It's not the size of the boat, but the motion of the ocean."

She moved to the right and saw the guy's tongue plunging in and out of the ladies glistening slit; wetness and juice covering his face. He was licking, sucking and eating for all he was worth. Carrie was amazed at the effort he was putting in to pleasing his woman - and pleased she must have been. She was bucking and riding his face like it was her own personal toy. Her plump ass jiggled and wiggled as she moved. Carrie thought to herself, "Wow, who needs a big penis when you've got a magic tongue." The guy opened his eyes, saw his audience and winked then went back to work.

Justin remembered his first visit to the resort and how it took him a while to soak it all in. They walked closer to the couple that was in a sixty-nine. Suddenly Carrie was aware and embarrassed at staring and stepped back pulling Justin by the hand. Justin leaned into her and kept her in place.

After a minute more, the guy lying on his back tapped his partner on the leg and the lady sat up. She smiled at her spectators. She and her lover had smooth, brown completely tanned bodies. Her large breasts drooped almost to her belly button and her crotch had a thin, centered line of razor stubble, or was that it just a closely trimmed patch?

The guy stayed put as his lover rearranged herself. He had a relatively hairy body but not much on his head. They seemed like the perfect plump couple and sincere in pleasing each other. 

Justin winked at the couple and slightly nodded in Carrie's direction. Both performers knew he was telling them she was a newbie. A bit of mischief flashed across her face and the lady told her man to lie back on the towel, he did as instructed. She then hovered over his cock and began to lower herself down facing his feet and the two onlookers. As he was about to make contact, the guy grabbed his erection and pushed it out so it was pointed straight up.

"Hold one, what's your name sweetie?" She said looking directly at Carrie. 

She swallowed hard and forced the words out of her mouth, "C-Carrie."

The lady looked back at her man, "Honey, let's let Carrie stick it in." She looked back at Carrie, "You want to?" 

Carrie darted a questioning look up at Justin. He just shrugged so she looked back and nodded.

He released his throbbing cock and it snapped back down and they both looked at Carrie waiting for assistance. 

Carrie looked back up at Justin not sure what to do. Justin aggressively nudged her and said sternly, "Don't make them wait."

Carrie moved in, reached between the ladies legs and took the hard flesh in her hand. She pulled the erection toward her so it was pointing straight up. The lady lowered another inch and Carrie guided him into her wet hole. As the lady lowered onto his cock, Carrie let go and lightly let her finger glide over the ladies smooth, tan pussy; to which the lady cooed and nodded in acceptance of her touch. 

The lady began bouncing up and down on the guy's raging erection while the guy bucked his hips back at her. His cock was spreading her pussy lips as it plunged in and out; the sounds of slurping, sloppy sex could be heard each time she impaled herself. Carrie was mesmerized and feeling light headed; her hands shaking and her knees weak. Her face was only inches away from their sex and she wanted to be closer.

Sure she had seen several porn movies but this was different. Porn somehow seemed less than genuine. But this was real and it was right in front of her. She was so turned on it took all of her will power to keep her hand away from her own crotch, not that anyone would have minded. 

Justin patiently waited and watched too. Carrie's apparent arousal and interest was really getting him going too. He was immensely enjoying her curiosity and arousal at the public sexual exhibit. She was kneeling, butt up, between the couple's legs and Justin could clearly see her pussy start to moisten. He smiled to himself.

The lady was squatting flat footed over her man then pulled her feet back so her knees were now on the towel. As she leaned back, her knees parted revealing their sex in uncensored explicit detail. The lady looked Carrie in the eye obviously aroused by her audience. "You like seeing that Honey? You like watching my husbands cock fuck my pussy." She then licked her lips and gently patted her cock-filled pussy. "Come on, get in here."

For the third time, Carrie glanced up at Justin. He nodded and with a flick of his finger, encouraged her to move in and engage the tousling couple. Carrie was so nervous she could hardly stand it. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Justin noticed her hand shaking uncontrollably, her face flushed red and her pussy was so wet it had now begun to drip down the insides of her thighs. 

As she pressed her face against their coital bond, the lady put her hand on the back of Carries head and pulled her in. Carrie extended her tongue, the tip of her tongue making contact with the man's cock as the flat of her tongue stroked the ladies clit. She could feel the man's erection sliding in and out with her mouth! Carrie was starting to freak out and tried to pull back but the lady pulled her in for more. She continued to lick as the lady groaned. 

The lady relaxed her grip on Carries head and lifted up enough to allow the cock she was riding to escape its wet dwelling. Carrie pulled back about four inches then instinctively grabbed the cock that was right in front of her face. She pulled it forward about to reinsert it, then impulsively pulled it forward and dropped her mouth onto it; terrified it might be the wrong thing to do. The lady looked up at Justin with a resounding, "Oh god yea, she's not shy!" Then back down to Carrie, "Suck that fucking cock!" She could taste the bitter sweetness of the woman's juice filling her mouth. The ladies encouraging words drove her on with vigor and relief. Her head bobbed up and down a few times before the lady said, "Ok Honey, give it back." She carefully slid it back home and the lady continued riding it up and down. 

Carrie wiped her lips with the back of her hand and looked up at Justin, who was smiling with approval and was now waving an erection of his own. She swallowed hard and with a longing and uncontrollable hunger in her eyes said one word, "Justin..." Her eyes darted down to his cock then back up to his face.

He knew what she wanted and lifted her to her feet, swept her into his arms and carried her back to their towel.

Carrie was in agony. In her entire life she had never been this aroused. Tears pooled in her eyes. She was dizzy with the endorphins that were coursing through her veins. All she could think of was getting fucked; she wanted it bad!

Again she mumbled, "Justin please, I want you to..." She tried to swallow but her mouth was dry. "Please..." Her desperation was hopeless.

He smiled and grabbed a condom from the fruit plate. He ripped open the foil wrapper and enrobed his erection in latex. He slowly ran his cock head along her slit, wetting the tip of his swollen member. His hands tightly gripped her hips and he eased in. Carrie let out a long groan as she penetrated her. Once totally in and well lubricated, he pulled back almost completely leaving her body. He whispered, "Carrie." They made eye contact.

She peered deeply into him as he thrust into her - hard. Very hard.

"Oh my god!" Carrie cried out in shock as his cock slammed into her wet hole. The driving force pushed the air from her lungs. She instinctively grabbed onto him but her face clearly revealed her immediate panic. Justin didn't immediately pull back. Instead he pressed his pelvic bone against hers trying to press every inch of himself into her. His eyes were locked on Carrie's so he could read her face to know when it was time for his next thrust.

Carrie never looked away while he held himself tight against her for several excruciating seconds. Her eyes searched for a sign of what he would do next. Her lips parted as if she were about to say something, but instead tears began to flow down her temples from the corners of her fear-filled eyes. They both knew it was time. He slowly pulled back. Carrie could hardly bear the feeling of him leaving her body. She frowned and slightly shook her head, silently mouthing the words "no, no" while tightly squeezing his cock with her pussy as if trying to slow his departure. She didn't want him to leave her wet depths and she was scared of his strength.




Carrie Discovers Passions



Just as the tip of his penis was about pop out, he once again gave her his entire length in one violent, hard thrust. "Smack," their bodies made contact with a loud slap that caused nearby heads to turn. Carrie was actually shoved forward a few inches from the ferocity of the physical blow. The air was once again forced from her lungs as she coughed out a hoarse, "Fuck!" She tightly clenched her eyes closed squeezing tears from them. 

She gripped his ass with one hand and his upper arm with the other and forcefully ground her pussy against him as if there was one extra millimeter that could be forced inside of her. Her fingernails dug into his flesh as she pulled at him.

Her body was experiencing intense sensory overload. No one had ever fucked her this way, this hard, this deeply. Justin impaled her with such ferocity it scared her. As his body slammed into her and the breath left her lungs, she felt a moment of shock followed by an almost instant, intense and overwhelming desire for more. It felt like he knew exactly what she needed and how to give it to her.

This time Carrie knew what was about to happen and freely gave herself to a man who only an hour ago was a perfect stranger. She spread her legs to the breaking point and lifted her hips so he had complete access to the deepest part of her body.

There was no adoration and no foreplay. It was the first time in her life she didn't want tender love, only one thing could satisfy her craving was raw, hard, furious, animalistic fucking. 

"Oh my god!" She screamed hoping to be heard by everyone in audible range. Tears were now flowing faster. "Justin, fuck me hard, please. Please, pound my fucking pussy!" She snarled through tightly grit teeth. Her mouth only inches from his ear she whispered only to him, "I've never needed to be fucked so badly in all my life. Damn it, I need to cum. Fuck me. Make...me...cum...now!" Her ex-husband begged her to talk dirty for him but in eight years of marriage she never did. Not once. Now in one day her voice was filling the public air with words she wouldn't even let herself think, let alone say out loud.

A group of four who were facing the water and casually conversing turned their lounge chairs to see what was going on. The woman behind them was being ravage and sincerely begging for more with an authentic intensity rarely seen anymore. 

One of the watching women reached out and took her husband's hand and gave it a gentle, loving squeeze. He glanced at her over his shoulder at her and she leaned over and whispered, "Wow, watching this is getting me in the mood," then nodded back to the couple in front of them. Her husband grinned then looked back at Justin making animalistic love to Carrie.

Once again Justin slowly pulled back. Carrie loosened the grip on his ass allowing him to retreat. Her eyes burned into his; she whimpered as he left her body. Once his hips reached the top of their recoil, he stopped for just a second. Carrie's mouth gaped open and she gave him a slight nod, "Yes please, again. Do it." Carrie's body flexed and she grimaced in anticipation. He slammed into her. This time he didn't stop. He immediately pulled back and rammed into her over and over again. 

"Oh my god that's it, fuck me! Fuck me hard like that!" She grunted, "Oh, oh oh!" with each slamming thrust.

Justin's hips were rocking back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her like a well lubricated piece of machinery. It was a perfect union of man and woman; both wanted nothing more than to be in that exact place at that exact moment doing that exact thing.

"I'm cumming!" She loudly announced to everyone on the beach. "Please, don't stop!" She coughed out hoarsely. Her body flexed hard. She grabbed Justin's shoulders and hung on as he continued plowing into her; her vaginal orgasm contracted on his shaft over and over. She panted, "Stop...stop...hold on..."

He pressed in deep then did as asked. "Oh yea, just hold it there," she gasped for air. Her contractions didn't stop; in fact, they increased in intensity once he stopped moving before they died down. Carrie was hyperventilating.

Justin leaned in and kissed her on the lips, "I can feel that when I'm inside of you; the contractions." He smiled, "Absolutely incredible."

Carrie didn't immediately answer. She was on the downward side of a massive orgasm. Finally, she eked out a grin, "Really?"

"Yea," he kissed her again, "really."

After a few seconds her death grip loosened, she laid back and she squeaked out, "Ok," a couple more breaths, "Ok," a hard dry swallow, "I'm ok...more. Again. I can do it again." Justin pulled back then pushed back in again. The friction of his cock rubbing against her still sensitive, post orgasmic pussy sent shivers and electrical shocks through her body as he resumed his thrusts. She and her pussy were caught in that bewildering state of "too aroused to stop" and "too sensitive to go". Justin decided for her.

Her head moved left and right. She watched couples pounding away at each other; she watched men eating women's pussies and women sucking cocks. She couldn't believe how erotic it was to see people fucking right in front of her as she was getting it too. The world was swirling around her.

As Justin was fucking her, an older couple wandered by and stopped to watch. Carrie started really getting aroused by the fact that she was actually engaged in public sex and that people were actually watching - close up! Having sex in public was a deeply hidden fantasy of hers that she used when she masturbated but she never verbalized it. 

Carrie rotated her body and spread her legs as wide as she could to give the couple a perfect view of their sexual intercourse. Justin noticed what she was doing and he sat up, kneeling between her legs to give a more revealing view to anyone interested in seeing. The lady knelt down and looked up at her husband. He gave her a slight agreeable nod and she excitedly bent down and reached out to touch Carrie's breasts then trickled her fingers down to her pussy. Justin pulled his cock out and the anonymous lady reached out and stroked it a few times then gently guided it back in so they could continue.

The couple then stepped back and joined the other onlookers to give Carrie and Justin their space.

"Come on Justin, fuck the shit out of me! Give it to me!" Justin began thrusting himself in and out of Carrie with all he had. "Oh god, fuck my pussy! Make me cum again." Deep down inside she asked herself, "What's wrong with me? Why am I like this?" But she knew the answer. It had been there all along, she just needed to let it out.

It only took a few more strokes and she came loudly, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh fuck yea!"

As she was wracked in her second orgasm, Justin started to groan. Buried deep inside of Carrie, he sprayed his semen into the rubber sheath, shuddering and shouting his desperate relief. They lay there entwined for several minutes recovering and just holding each other tightly. 

One of the ladies watching leaned over to the other one and said, "I almost feel like we should applaud or something. That was amazing." 

The other lady replied, "I was about to say the same thing, wow." She then looked around and noticed something, "Amanda, would you look at the state of our men? It appears we have our own opportunity right in front of us." Both men were now fully erect and not trying to hide it. 

The wife that earlier commented that watching was putting getting her in the mood pushed her husband back onto his beach chair, dove down and took his erection into her mouth. The other woman lay back in her chair, spread her knees and started rubbing herself while sexily coaxing her husband, who crawled up between her legs and immediately penetrated her.

Justin hated to break the embrace but needed to take off his condom. "Gimme a sec," he said. Carrie groaned as he pulled away, she was still basking in the afterglow of the most glorious sex; no scratch that, the most glorious fucking she had ever had.

Justin knelt next to Carrie and peeled the condom from his now flaccid penis. 

Carrie squinted and looked closely at the loosely held rubber. "Oh wow," She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows impressed. "You really filled that thing up didn't you?"

Justin smiled, "That can happen."

She looked down at it again, "No I mean there must be..." she reached out and flicked the semen that pooled over an inch deep in the reservoir at the bottom of the condom, "...five or six tablespoons of cum in there, or more. Yikes!" Glancing back up she winked and croaked out, "I think I know who I want as a teammate when I play the cum shot game." 

Justin playfully rolled his eyes and stood up. "Remember, I told you I was too tall." He stood up and walked to a nearby trash can. As he tossed the rubber and wiped himself off, he heard sounds coming from the cabana to his left. Apparently, an orgy had broken out.

"Hey Carrie, you were asking about an orgy earlier right?" He nodded his head toward the wanton display of legs and arms, pussies and cocks. "Well, there you go." 

Carrie's eyes widened. "No kidding?" she asked with a tired giggle. 

Carrie slowly sat up on her elbow and craned her neck. "Holy shit. That's the real thing." She bit her bottom lip to try and hide her curious smile.

"Real as it gets," Justin laughed, leaned over and kissed her neck. "Go on, take a peek. I'll see you tonight." He looked up, "Uh oh, it looks like Lexi's on the prowl." 

"Where are you going?" She glanced over to where Justin was looking, "Oh I see. It looks like she's got plans for you." Disappointed Carrie said, "You guys have fun."

"Us guys?" Justin laughed. "I don't think so Carrie, those dark eyes are not on me, they're on you." He waved to the slim woman. Her body glistened with water and her pussy had a thin landing strip that perfectly matched her hair. 

"Enjoy yourself sexy," He said as he left Carrie. She watched him pat Lexi's ass as he walked past, "Take care of my girl now." 

"Having fun?" Lexi asked when she finally reached Carrie's side. 

Carrie's voice was hoarse and she managed a meager smile, "Absolutely. You?" She was still frolicking in the fresh afterglow of two amazing orgasms.

"I always have fun; I live on Fantasy Island. I saw you and Justin and," Lexi shook her head, "I gotta say that was an award winning performance you two just put on." She looked up at Carrie, "Look at you, you're still glowing."

Carrie's smile faded, "You were watching us?"

"Honey, half the place was watching you." Lexi tossed back the last of her rum and coke then squatted down and put her hand next to her mouth like she was shielding her words from onlookers. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you just took 20 years of sexual frustration out on that poor man." He laugh was a mixture of evil and amusement. 

Carrie rolled onto her back and covered her face with her arms in embarrassment, "Actually, it was more like he fucked it out of me. God, did you see how hard he..." she moved her arms and covered her face with her hands then shook her head, "I've never been...that was..." She took a deep breath. "He was so strong; he knocked the wind out of me."

"Are you ok?"

Carrie laughed and croaked out, "Are you kidding me? I thought you said you were watching; that was the best sex I've ever had!"

Lexi reached down and took Carrie's had. She stood up onto wobbly knees and shaking legs; still a bit light headed. She bent down to pick up the towel and fruit. 

"Leave it. The cleaning crew will come by in a bit and clean up. They're all around and it's their job. Did I hear you say you wanted a closer look at the orgy in the cabana?"

"Well maybe just a quickie. I told Justin earlier that I've never actually seen an orgy before...except on a porn DVD."

"Come on then, it might be your first but it definitely won't be your last. The week's only beginning," Lexi beamed.

They walked over to the shelter and leaned against the rail and looked in. There were ten people in the shade of the large cabana; four women and five men were in a couple of different groups on the floor while a young woman was sitting alone against the railing, spread eagle and furiously masturbating with a slim, sliver vibrator while she watched the action. Her wide spread legs hid nothing from the two on looking women.

"See," Lexi nodded toward the solo woman. "Not everyone wants to be groped, tousled and fucked. Some just like to get off while watching – that's fun too. It's the beauty of the resort, there's nothing wrong with getting in or staying out, as long as you're getting off."

Carrie was almost as interested in the solo lady masturbating as she was in the orgy and found herself glancing around among the different groups. Carrie looked back at the pile of bodies. A lady in her late forties or early fifties had a man of equal age behind fucking her doggy-style while she sucked the penis of a young man half her age. Carrie leaned over to Lexi, "That young guy must be 'solo girl's' partner."

Lexi scanned the group, "Hm, it appears so doesn't it?"

Right in the center of the cabana were four people all laying on their sides in a daisy-chained circle; a guy eating a girl that was sucking a guy that was eating the next girl that was sucking the first guy. It was a continuous circle of mutual oral sex. 

Right against the rail and only three feet in front of them was a man lying back on a pile of towels while a woman was riding him reverse cowboy. 

Lexi crossed her arms and placed them on the cabana rail, stared at the couple like she was admiring a lovely sunset and drew in a deep breath, "I love watching people fuck, don't you?"

Carrie just took in the sights and sounds, too enamored to look away.

"There's nothing more beautifully, arousing than watching a man's cock plunging in and out of a woman's mouth, cunt or ass right in front of you; especially that first moment of penetration when he's sliding it in. It's really one of the most delightful things I've ever seen," Lexi shivered with excitement at the though.

"Or how about when a woman is getting her pussy devoured. Yum!" Lexi again shivered. "I love the differences between a man and woman doing it. A man that knows what he's doing jumps in and buries his face in it. He licks from top to bottom and side to side and when done right, get's his face completely covered in his lover's juices.

"Women, on the other hand, tend to be more delicate and um," Lexi hunted for the right word, "proper about it. Ones that know their own bodies well can zero in and hit that magic spot first try. No matter how it's done, it's an incredible sight. As long as I've been associated with this resort, I can't walk by a couple doing it without looking." She gently bit the tip of her perfectly manicured fingernail and looked directly at Carrie, "I think I'm an addict," then laughed.

The lady heard Lexi's comments and looked up and smiled at the enjoyment her sex show was providing her small audience. She then lifted up so her man popped out and then reached down and slowly slid him back in again so the two women could see it.

"Well, this trip has been the first time I've seen it in real life like this but...yes," Carrie replied, "I think I understand the allure."

The daisy chained foursome swapped positions. One of the guys lay on his back while one of the girls sat on his face and the other bounced on his cock – facing each other. The second guy stood between the two girls leaned toward each other and orally double-teamed his erection.

"Having two hot chicks double up on his dick has got to be every man's ultimate fantasy." Carrie nodded to the foursome. 

"Oh my god, tell me about it," Lexi giggled a bit. "The first time me and another woman gave my husband a double blow job, he had lay down while we worked him over. His knees started to buckle." She chuckled at the memory. 

"Speaking of, what about blow jobs? Do you like watching those too?" 

Lexi fanned herself and rolled her eyes imitating Scarlet O'Hara, "Cock sucking? Oh Carrie darling, don't even get me started. Sometimes the difference between soft love making and a good hardcore fuck is the cock sucking." She lowered her sunglasses and looked over the tops at Carrie, "This I know for sure, the best way to tell the difference between a good girl and a bad girl, or as I like to say a girl that does and a girl that doesn't, is to watch her suck cock. Oh and understand this, if you wanna bring a grown man to his knees, you use this," she pointed to her mouth. "I've never seen a woman do with her pussy what she can do with her mouth. Knowing how to give fantastic head," Lexi stuck her index finger into her mouth and slowly pulled it out with a pop, "gives you unconditional control and absolute sexual power in the bedroom," Lexi looked around and smiled, "or outdoors or where ever you might be."

The older man and younger guy swapped places. The younger guy was now going at it behind the lady doggy-style. It was then that his 'solo companion' crawled over and knelt next to him so she could get a good view of him fucking the older lady from behind. The young girl reached up and placed her hand on his ass and started pushing him as she pressed in. "Oh yea Nick, give it to her. I want to see you fucking her wet cunt. Look at that beautiful cock going in and out of her like that." She kept stroking herself while fixated on what she was seeing. 

"See, I'm not the only one that likes to watch," Lexi mused at the threesome.

She looked up at him, "Nick, pull it out, I want to taste it. Please Nick, let me taste her." Nick pulled out his erection. His girl dove onto it and sucked it off. She licked her lips, "Yummy," then slid him back in. She looked back up at her man, "Fuck her all you want baby, but when you cum, that's for me...right here." She pointed to her open mouth. "She can have your dick, but only I get your cum, ok? I want to swallow every fucking drop."

Nick smile at her, "I promise." She winked back.

"I love you," she sat up and kissed him on the lips, their tongues swirled and danced so everyone could see. "I love you too."

The young girl rolled back onto her butt and spread her knees so her young husband could watch her masturbate while fucking the lady in front of him.

Carrie watched the entire exchange, "I'm still a little shocked by the things I'm seeing and hearing here. I'm amazed at how sexually liberated and free the people are."

"I noticed you've already experienced some of that magical liberation yourself," Lexi lightly patted Carrie's naked ass and grinned. "It's contagious isn't it?"

She turned to Lexi, "Um, people seem to use the word 'cunt' a lot around here," she said without turning to look at Lexi.

"So?" Lexi shrugged off Carrie's odd observation. 

"I've always thought of it as a bad...no, um I mean a derogatory word."

"I didn't say she was a cunt, I said I liked watching this guy fuck...her cunt." Lexi leaned her head sideways toward Carrie without looking away from the action in front of her, "It's only a word Carrie."

"Oh," Carrie said still unsatisfied.

"It's like calling a man a dick or saying he has a nice dick. It's not the word; it's how you use it." Lexi took a deep breath then slowly exhaled, "Here's another example, 'Fuck you asshole', that's an insult right? But 'fuck my asshole', that's what I'd call...an invitation. See what I mean?"

Carrie's eyes lit up. "Ok, I get it." She still struggled with the word. It seemed like at every turn she was seeing and doing things she would have never dreamed about in her wildest, naughtiest fantasies.

The lady in front of them stopped bouncing up and down and looked at Carrie. "Honey, is this your first time here?"

Carrie was caught off guard and just silently and dumbly nodded.




Carrie Discovers Passions



"You wanna see my husband fuck me in the ass?" The lady asked with a wicked grin.

Carrie nervously glanced over at Lexi. Lexi shrugged. Carrie looked back at the lady and again silently nodded, "Um, sorry. Yes, please that would be nice to see." She smiled back and tried to act normally. After all, this was the first time Carrie had ever been asked that question.

The lady nodded in Carrie's direction. "Reach down in that beach bag at your feet and toss me that bottle of lube."

Carrie squatted down, reached through the cabana slats and pulled out a white bottle. She pulled it through the slats and gently tossed it to the lady two meters away. 

"Thanks." The lady squirted a few drops in her hand and lubed up her husbands penis and smeared a generous dollop on her asshole then wiped off her hands on one of the towels. 

The woman lifted up then lowered herself onto her husband. She grabbed his shaft and aimed him to her anus. "God, I love it when you fuck my ass," she said as she worked and pressed down trying to pry the tip of his cock into her tight hole. 

The ladies face grimaced in what were both initial pain, then pleasure. She sat there for several seconds while her muscles relaxed. Once the initial work was done, she slid the rest of the way down his shaft and began moving up and down, in more of a rocking motion, while her free hand rubbed her clit.


Carrie looked at Lexi, grimacing with a furrowed brow; an expression that told Lexi she was feeling the penetrating pain vicariously. Lexi just shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows back at her. Carrie had never had real anal sex and had been fundamentally opposed to the idea. Through most of her life she thought that all women (except porn stars) had to be coerced into it and thought that it was quite painful. But right in front of her eyes was a woman that not only initiated it but demanded it and seemed to be really enjoying it. 

"Not your cup of tea, eh," Lexi suggested. 

"No... I mean," Carrie kept watching. "I'm not sure," She looked away from Lexi's amused grin and back to the sex. "At least I don't think so." Lexi was taking innocent pleasure in Carrie's sexual education. 

"How about you?" Carrie asked trying to find out Lexi's position on the subject. 

"At first, I hated it!" Lexi grimaced and wrinkled her nose. "But later," she turned the corner of her mouth down, tilted her head and shrugged her right hand shoulder, "I learned some tips and techniques that made it much easier and more fun. Now, I actually love it. Seriously, when I'm in the mood it's an absolutely fantastic way to cum. Some of my biggest orgasms have been anally induced," Lexi said staring out into space. "Even with our open lifestyle, my husband and I keep that act to ourselves. I've had only one man's cock in my ass and I plan on keeping it that way; lots of fingers but only one cock. But..." She looked around and lowered her voice like she was about to tell Carrie one of her deepest secrets, "...he can have it any time he wants it." She winked. "Oh and here's small hint, not many people like it the first time they try it. But relax, use lots of lube and start by cumming with a finger or a small toy in your butt. Then move on to bigger things and I swear you'll come to love it," Lexi chuckled at herself, "Pun intended."

Meanwhile over to the right, the foursome rearranged so the ladies were in a sixty-nine. The lady lying on her back had a guy kneeling between her legs fucking her and the lady on top had a guy fucking her from behind. It appeared that both ladies were simultaneously getting mouths full of pussy and cock. 

After several minutes, the guy that was fucking the top girl pulled out and started manually pumping his cock. White streams of semen sprayed onto the top girl's ass. The thick sperm dribbled down her butt crack until it dripped into the waiting mouth of girl lying below. Carrie cupped her hand over her mouth as she watched the girl lick off the remnant streaks of semen from the other girl's crotch.

The guy on the opposite side clenched his face muscles as she pulled out of the girl on the bottom of the sixty-nine. The girl on top looked up and started coaxing him. "Come on baby; let me see your cock cum. Cum for me."

The guy started panting and groaning as he pulled his erection from the lower girl's pussy and started madly stroking it only inches from the top girls face. He did as commanded and shot an impressively long, thick stream of semen right onto the girl's face and hair. The second shot was a bit weaker and hit her neck in an almost perfect pearl necklace. The last few spasms pushed out a bit more that dribbled from the tip.

Once done, the girls wiped the cum off their faces and then they all four stood up, hugged and kissed each other. Carrie was amazed at these people's sexual creativity. In her wildest fantasies she would have never come up with that crazy arrangement. 

The older couple and the young guy had changed positions again. The older lady was sitting on her husband reverse cowboy while the young lady knelt on a folded up towel next to her do they could both suck the young mans cock. 

The older of the women was rocking back and forth on her husband, aggressively messaging her low hanging (but not saggy) breasts while she shared Nick's cock. 

Nick's wife would suck for a while, then pull him out of her mouth and generously guide him into the other ladies mouth for a few seconds. Nick started to tense and reached down and grabbed his erection and started to pump is. His wife dropped her butt down onto her heels, opened her mouth and looked up at her husband with a great deal of anticipation.

"Good boy Nick," the older lady cooed. "Jack it off into her mouth. Give her that cum you promised her." Nick kept pumping, his eyes stayed locked on his wife's. The foursome that had just finished were now gathered around intently watching Nick and his two sex partners. 

One of the girl's from the foursome gave Nick a playful swat on the ass as he approached the end. Nick let out a long groan as she aimed the tip of his erection right into his wife's open mouth. The small crowd gave a small cheer as he shot the first stream of warm, white semen onto her tongue. Several more streams squirted into her mouth filling it up to the point she had to tip her head back to keep it from spilling out over her lips. 

As her head tipped back, she gulped. Then true to her word, she licked off the remaining drops that dribbled from the small slit. Every drop was gone. Nick leaned down and affectionately kissed his wife. 

To their left, the anal lady was now lying on her back, her legs pushed way up. Her back was propped up on a heap of wadded towels so her butt was raised off the floor. The man reached down and grabbed his erection and guided it toward his lover.

"Oh yea, stick it back in my ass." He did as requested. "Oh, that's it. I love it!" She closed her eyes and rolled her head back.

He was smoothly gliding in and out of her well lubricated ass in an anal version of the missionary position. His vocal lover exclaimed, "Oh fuck it, fuck my ass with your hard cock. Oh god that feels good!""

"Oh!" the man tossed his head back and groaned.

"You about to cum?" his wife asked.

"Yea."

"Cum on me baby. Let me see you shoot your cum all over my pussy." The guy kept pumping but was obviously tensing up and about to blow his load. His lover lifted her head up off the towels so she could see him ejaculate. "That's it, come on baby, cum on me! Let me see it...cum!"

The man's rhythmic plunging became faster and harder as he tossed his head back, pulled his cock out and shot his semen all over her pussy and stomach. "Oh yea look at that cock cum!" She yelled, in a surprisingly loud voice, as her man ejaculated onto her.

Meanwhile the lady had her fingers deep inside her pussy and was pumping them in and out. "I'm cumming! Oh shit, here I cum!" She pulled her hand out and erupted in a wet, squirting orgasm. Clear, orgasmic fluid forcefully sprayed from her and squirted onto the man's belly. Some even splashed on Carrie's ankles and legs.

"Whoo hoo! Good girl!" Lexi yelled gave them a one-person applause. Carrie jumped back as her feet were sprayed with ejaculate, "Holy shit! What the hell was that?" 

Lexi shook her head and grinned ear to ear. "Oh Carrie, you might need to be here two weeks. You just witnessed one of the most desired gifts a woman and give her lover; it's the orgasmic pinnacle. And if you haven't experienced a gushing, wet, squirting orgasm that's not unusual but, oh my dear friend, we've got to fix that."

"I wouldn't know what to do," Carrie said nervously.

"That's the absolute beauty of it, you don't do anything. You just lay back and let it happen. As a matter of fact, I've found out that the harder you try, the harder it is to do." She turned to Carrie, "Did Justin take you down to Della's?" Lexi asked apparently changing the subject. 

"No. Who's Della?"

"Della isn't actually a person. It's a spa with the best massage you'll ever have. If you're done watching the orgy..."

"It seems to be over."

"I agree, then come on...follow me." 

The two women walked hand in hand across the yard next to the beach volleyball court.

They reached the resorts main building and walked up the stairs to the third, and top, floor. "This floor is all Della's. There are saunas, hot tubs, mud baths, massages, real sea-salt scrubs, pedicures and manicures, not to mention a full salon, all at your disposal," Lexi explained as she opened the door to the establishment. 

Carrie stepped in and was immediately flanked by two women; identical redhead twins that pressed against both her and Lexi. "Hello Ms. Lexi," they said in perfect unison with homogeneous voices. 

"Hey Didi," Lexi pressed a kiss to the girl's lips, "Hi Gigi," she then stepped around Carrie and kissed the twin. 

Lexi winked at Carrie, "Didi, Gigi, we want the full body treatment. Oh and girls, step over here for a second." Lexi stepped away with the two girls and whispered something Carrie couldn't hear.

The twins giggled with excitement and nodded. "That's a great idea. We'll help any way we can." Then simultaneously all three of them smiled and looked back at Carrie. Carrie had a strange feeling Lexi was up to something.

"Carrie," Lexi said. "Gigi is going to be your personal masseuse. Do whatever she says and don't be afraid to ask for anything. Ok?"

Carrie nodded as Gigi took her hand and led her to the salon while Didi and Lexi walked through a door labeled 'SPA'.

"Please Ma'am, in preparation, please sit," Gigi was very formal, almost robotic in her movements and requests. Carrie sat in what looked kind of like a barber's chair. Once seated, Gigi moved a padded leg rest from the left and one from the right to support Carrie's legs individually. They were padded versions of doctor's stirrups and kept her legs spread apart. 

Gigi grabbed a tin and snapped it opened. With a small pair of silver tongs, she pulled out a large white, heart-shaped candy and held it out in front of Carrie's mouth. "Please open for me." Carrie opened her mouth and Gigi dropped the heart onto her tongue. It was a very potent mint that seemed to explode with a strong wintergreen flavor. 

Carrie swallowed and coughed, "Wow, that's strong."

Gigi smiled as she leaned the chair back a few degrees, reached for a mug filled with some kind of cream, knelt on a floor pad in front of the chair. Whipping the cream with a wooden handled brush, she started applying the thick cream to Carrie's pubic area.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Carrie asked through the mint as she squirmed in the chair.

"It's shaving cream Ma'am. It's for your pleasure," Gigi stopped what she was doing and looked up waiting for further instructions or an objection. 

"Oh okay, you're going to shave my..." Carrie understood but would have liked to have been forewarned. "...completely?"

"If it pleases you?"

"But..." Gigi knelt on the floor staring blankly up at Carrie without saying a word. "Um, ok...proceed."

"Thank you Ma'am. I can leave a little in the front if you'd like?"

"No, if you're going to do it, take it all off." Carrie bit the corner of her lip, "I guess it'll grow back."

Gigi took out a small straight razor and swiped it against a leather strap to sharpen it. Carrie's eyes bulged from her head as she nervously watched.

"You're going to do it with a straight razor?" Carrie gulped.

"Ma'am, I perform as many as ten shaves a week. Please have confidence in my skills."

"Ten a week?" Carrie thought to herself. "Wow, this is a busy spa."

With an amazing amount of proficiency and skill Gigi went to work. The sharp edge of the razor easily cut through the hair and left a smooth bald patch in its wake. The feeling of the shiny steel was invigorating and the fear of the razor sharp blade was strangely stimulating. Carrie suddenly realized the brilliant reason behind the use of the steel straight razor. 

Gigi rinsed off her client then pressed a switch that tilted the chair back even farther. She then dabbed more shaving cream onto Carrie's perineum. "Whoa!"

"It's ok Ma'am, two swipes." Gigi raised the blade, placed it on the left-hand side and quickly pulled it inward, "One..." she repeated the action on the right-hand side, "...and two. Finished." She wiped Carrie down with a damp towel.

"Was there really hair down there?"

"Just a little Ma'am," Gigi kindly smiled, adjusted the chair and instructed her to stand. 

Carrie looked down at herself and from what she could see was pleased with the outcome.

"Come now." Gigi led her through the door marked "SPA".

The two women left the salon and entered a room that had a wall of glass that faced the rocky cliffs that flanked the white sandy beach. The sight was breathtaking. There were two giant bath tubs full of sweet smelling hot water with delicate flower pedals floating on top. The steam rolled off the water in gentle puffs. "This way," Gigi said. She took Carrie's hand and led her to the tub on the left. "For your pleasure, please step in. Carefully." 

As Carrie stepped in, she noticed that Lexi and Didi were both already neck deep in the tub next to them.

One in, Gigi joined Carrie. "Please, lay back," Gigi gently instructed. 

Her eyes closed as she let the steam surround her. She was blanketed by it and when she felt the gentle, yet firm hands of her bath partner; she moaned in pleasure. Fingers caressed her ankles and she purred as those little teasing muscles moved up her calves and worked at knots Carrie didn't even know existed. As Gigi's hands moved, so did Didi's. She was simultaneously treating Lexi to the same thrills as Carrie was experiencing. 

Carrie opened her eyes and rolled her head to the right to see what was going on next to her. She saw Didi slide closer and knew her hands were on Lexi's thighs. Glancing at Lexi's face she could tell the woman loved the ministrations. When she saw Lexi's lips part and heard the knowing moan, she knew Didi had reached the little black landing strip of hair. Carrie licked her lips. 

"You'll get your turn with her Miss Carrie," Gigi's gentle voice touched Carrie's ears. 

"I don't... that's not what I was..." Carrie fumbled.

"Yes Ma'am, what ever you say," Gigi replied.

Carrie turned back and felt Gigi's fingers gently pet her pussy. Gigi never entered Carrie, she just massaged her lips, teasing and pulling them until Carrie was moaning. She lay back and felt experienced hands move over her stomach and caress the soft belly. Her skin was rich with need and she trembled with want.

"My breasts, please" Carrie moaned the request. 

"Yes Ma'am, any request will be satisfied."

"Mmmm . . ." Carrie crumbled at the touch. A low primal growl of lust escaped her lungs when she felt two hands begin to knead her sensitive tits. Gigi squeezed, pressed, rubbed and massaged them; her hands easily gliding over her soft skin covered with water and fragrant oil. Carrie hissed when Gigi pinched her nipples, teasing and taunting them until they peeked up totally erect. 

Gigi slipped up and pressed her whole body against Carrie's. "Are you ready?" 

"Yes," she answered, not exactly certain what she was saying yes to. "Make love to me Gigi, I'm ready."

"Thank you Ma'am," Gigi softly kissed Carrie on the cheek. "Ma'am, I am talking about her, not me." It was then she realized Lexi had brought her to the spa for a very specific reason. Carrie glanced over at Lexi being helped from the tub and nodded her head in understanding. She stood up and was helped from the tub, then was covered with a soft towel and tenderly dried. While drying Carrie, Gigi softly spoke, "Ma'am, for your pleasure, I will be guiding and helping you. Will you accept my assistance?"

The word "Yes" delicately passed over Carries quivering lips. 

Gigi placed her lips a millimeter away Carrie's ear, "I will not fail you." The words spilled from her mouth in a warm, sensuous breath that sent a chill up Carrie's spine.

Gigi and Didi led her and Lexi to a large, bed covered with a satin sheet, matching pillows and delicate flower petals. "For your pleasure Ma'am, please lay down," Didi told Lexi. 

Carrie was once again filled with equal amounts of unmanageable fear and irrepressible excitement. She had never been with a woman before. She fanaticized about it but shook the thought from her mind as quickly as it entered. At the time, she was ashamed for even giving the thought a second of deliberation and even more ashamed that it aroused her.

Lexi crawled onto the bed. Gigi leaned over and tenderly kissed Lexi on the lips then instructed Carrie to do the same. Her pulse was pounding as she leaned over to romantically kiss a woman for the first time. Their lips gently connected in a light affectionate kiss. Lexi's mouth opened and her tongue reached out. Carrie accepted the gift and responded. Their tongues moved together and went from gentle to furiously passionate in seconds. The taste of mint was very obvious. 

While they kissed, Gigi was lightly stroking Carries back, ass and thighs Didi was doing the same to her partner.

"Please Ma'am, kneel on the bed...up here." Lexi stayed on her back and watched as Gigi directed Carrie to move over her, "With your knees here. Yes, just like that." She straddled Lexi's face with her knees. 

Lexi looked up and said, "Oh my god Carrie, you have a beautiful pussy," and then gently kissed it.

Carrie blushed. No one had ever told her that her pussy was beautiful. She wasn't sure what a pretty pussy looked like, but Lexi made her feel extremely sexy. To this point, Lexi had only done things to encourage and help her, so she believed it. 

"For your pleasure Ma'am, please lower yourself onto her," Gigi instructed. Carrie excitedly did as ordered. This was a new position for her. It was so erotic and so powerful. She had total control and would be soon exercising it. Looking down she could easily see Lexi's mouth open waiting for its prize. The instant she made contact with Lexi's mouth she went to pieces. A bolt of electricity shot through her body causing her to spring back up breaking the quick oral-vaginal union. Gigi grabber her hand, gently stroked her back and whispered in her ear, "It's ok. You're doing well."

She didn't lift up because of fear or hesitation; she was overwhelmed and just needed to take it slow. Lowering back down, she hovered right at the point of contact.

The light licks were driving her wild and really making her hot. It was more than the licking; it was the fact that it was a hot, beautiful, sensual woman that was doing it to her. 

She looked down. Lexi's tongue was lapping her front to back. As her tongue was making repeated contact with her pussy. Keeping her eyes firmly locked on target, she started slowly rocking her hips. She could vividly see Lexi's tongue parting her pussy lips and slid back.