2 comments/ 8332 views/ 1 favorites Lost Luggage Ch. 00 By: nangaman Prologue It would only be a few hours before the plane landed. As I watched the ocean of clouds rush beneath the metal wing I wondered if I had hastily gotten into something I couldn't handle. I wondered if I could actually have a good time after all the years I had devoted to the only constant thing in my life: work. My career in the private sector had been a successful one – in fact, so successful that I retired early with an enviable estate. As usual with great success, there was always a price. At mid-thirties, I had more business associates than friends, no relationship longer than a one-night stand, and a social life that involved my TV, laptop, and a bottle of Jack. I was wealthy beyond my dreams and somehow still poor. I spent close to a month trying to relax by myself at home, but I felt the anxiousness and restlessness creep into me as time dragged on. I knew I had to get out of my personal Xanadu before I became too familiar with the quiet and the lull and ended my days as a recluse like so many rich has-beens before me. I needed something different, far away from anything I knew – so I gave Kitty a call. "How are ya, handsome, how's retirement?" Kitty was my travel agent and an unabashed flirt. Back when she booked my business trips she always took the oppourtunity to call me "handsome," for the expressed reason that in over ten years of association we had never seen each other. She always would leave me speechless for a bit, but I would recover and pretend as if she had simply said hello. I knew it always gave her a kick to get me flummoxed like that. Of course, she quickly became my agent of choice for all my travel bookings. As I heard her voice, a wave of nostalgia tugged at me, and I realized how much I missed her warm demeanor and acquaintance. "How are you, Kit? I miss those outright lies you tell about me. Actually, I'm surprised you remembered me at all." "Ajay! Who can forget that sexy voice of yours?" Kitty was incorrigible. You can see why I liked her. In fact, I felt like I was meeting an old friend after many long years. Had it only been a month? "Kitty, I'm going out of my mind. I need a vacation, an adventure, anything! Something with...vivre." "Already bouncin' of the wall, are you, hun? Well, anything specific you lookin' for? What are your interests?" Interests? Watching the Late Show after a nightcap? My career had been my only interest. I told her so. "What about your friends? How did you spend your time with them?" she asked. Friends? I had no friends. "Kitty, believe it or not, you are the closest friend I have right now." Kitty was silent for a while, and I wondered if I had made things too awkward. Maybe she was touched. Maybe she felt sorry for a lonely middle-aged man like me. Maybe what had been a semi-professional relationship had just taken a weird turn. I began to feel the heat of embarrassment and spoke rapidly to move things along. "How about you Kit? What are your interests? What do you do for fun with your friends?" I seemed to have caught her off guard. "What do I do for fun...?" she said, her voice trailing. I had finally flummoxed her, but with no idea why. I waited for several minutes, then she spoke, but quitely as if in confidence. "Ajay, correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems to me you've never had any real fun in your life." "A more truthful set of words has yet to be uttered." Kitty paused as if weighing a decision, and then said, "Okay, then I need you to trust my judgment. I have something in mind, just the thing I think you need, and I think you will definitely feel revitalized, to say the least. But, I want it to be a surprise for you when you get there. I promise, you will love it." "Kitty, I'm am now and forever yours. Tell me where to go and I'm there. Money is no concern." "Forever mine, are you?" She giggled a bit. There was the Kitty I knew. She was back, her sultry voice making my heart race. I haven't heard her be this sensual before. "Watch what you say, handsome, it might come true." I felt the hot sweat of embarrassment flush my body. Kitty was up to something. I became acutely aware of droplets of sweat trailing down by back and the prickly sensations all over my body. I was never any good with even the most innocent of flirting. I had no idea what to say next. I stammered and tried to come up with a line, but my mind went blank. "Ajay, hun," she said, chuckling. "Poor baby, don't worry. When you get back, you'll know exactly how to deal with a wicked witch like me. Bye, handsome!" I heard her giggle, then click off the phone. I stayed rooted to the spot, phone in hand, only the dial tone breaking the silence. In the myriad of thoughts rushing through my mind a sense of dread formed and among the countless questions one emerged that made my heart race. What the hell did I get myself into? Lost Luggage Ch. 01 Author's Note: Please read Lost Luggage Ch.00 first. * * * * * I could see the island in the distance. Being so far up offered a wonderful panoramic view of the blue Atlantic and the cloudless skies. It was the most breathtaking vision I had seen in years. On my right, Janine cooed at the view. She was traveling with her husband, Wayne, and was also staying at the same resort Kitty had booked for me. Even this close to the end of my journey I had no idea what Kitty had signed me up for. All I had received from Kitty was an airline ticket and a list of required and recommended items. What was on that island that compelled her to keep it secret from me? Janine and Wayne were friendly types, all smiles and very candid about their lives. At least Janine was. She told me that she was a grade school teacher, that Wayne was a mechanic, that she was a true blonde, that they had two daughters - Jane and Jennifer, one in college, the other in high school -- and that she loved the Caribbean islands, the hot sun, the beach, the sexy outfits everyone wore, the all night parties, adding that an "island-virgin" like me will have a lot to get used to. I found myself enamored by her carefree spirit and told her all about my life, my work, about Kitty, and how she arranged this mysterious vacation for me. "Oh, Kitty has good taste. Make sure you thank her properly." she said. "In fact, invite her next time around; we can make it a foursome. She seems like our kinda gal." She winked at Wayne. "Right, hun?" Wayne simply nodded, saying, "She sure does." At least now I had a decent idea that this resort was some sort of popular vacation spot that couples go to get pampered. Still I felt there was something I was missing... I must have had a weird look on my face trying to it figure it all out because Janine started giggling uncontrollably. To hear Janine's voice and laugh made me think of the girls I knew and fell in love with back in my younger days. She was pretty in that natural way, sexy in that quiet unassuming manner, the girl-next-door type that you could have a crush on and who would be totally oblivious to it. A poster-child for the All-American Good Girl. Her choice of clothing and more subtle body language, however, hinted that she was not so innocent. She was curvy without looking too heavy or too thin. Earlier, during our chats, she mentioned she worked out all year just to look good for this trip, then on whim she struck a pose and shimmied her shoulders at me to produce a mesmerizing jiggle of her wares that left my mouth dry, after which she started giggling at her own audacity. She was definitely not the good-girl type. Her body was exquisitely feminine, and the white tank top and high-cut khaki shorts she wore only enhanced the hard curves of her breasts and upper thigh that were already straining the fabrics taut and stretching them thin. Every now and then, when the opportunity presented itself, I would take a long look at where her nipple protruded quite proudly through the material. Sometimes I could even see the hint of pink areola underneath, which caused a stir in my loins. One time she caught me looking and simply winked, smiled, then whispered something to Wayne. Wayne simply guffawed. Thankfully, Wayne wasn't the jealous type (in fact, I would find out how truly un-jealous he was and what good friends we would become.) But to put it succinctly, if the man wanted to break me in half, he could have done it easily. The man looked like a linebacker, wrestler, and bouncer rolled into one. He and Janine made quite the pair. Still I felt quite glad to sit next to them. They were pleasant company and I knew they would be good, experienced, and fun folk to hang around with on the island. As this was their second trip to this particular resort, Janine had countless pieces of half-advice-half-warnings to tell me, with Wayne adding side comments. "The rooms there are excellent! But watch out for lizards, though. Sometime they tend to sneak into room if you have the door open too long." Janine advised, in her adorable Midwestern accent. Wayne added, in his typical fashion, "Good place, though." Janine knew I had no idea about life at the resort and she would constantly tease me about hints of what went on there. "Ajay, do you have a banana hammock?" she would ask. I had no clue what it was, and when I asked for clarification. "Oh you'll find out. You'll definitely need one." Then she turned to whisper to Wayne again and burst into a set of giggles. Wayne just grinned at me and said, "Brother, you have no idea what you're in for, do you?" It went on like this for most of the trip. They talked about the beach, the ocean, the restaurants, the parties, the amenities, but they would stop short of some juicy detail, always leaving me more curious about the place. Then they started asking me questions, some normal, some personal, and some utterly strange. "You did bring suntan oil?" I had. (It was one of Kitty highly recommended items). They said I would need it and plenty of it, especially if I was going to hang around with their group, which sounded strange to me. All I could imagine was their group didn't want to share their suntan oil. In hindsight, though, I should have known what they meant. I still can't believe I was that naïve. "Did you happen to bring any large bed sheets?" I had not, and they said not to worry, they would find one for me. I didn't even bother asking for an explanation. I could see Janine waiting for me to ask, ready to shoot me down. "How much underwear did you pack?" I must have made a face, because Janine couldn't stop laughing for several minutes, with Wayne rolling his eyes and shaking his head as if to say I can't take her anywhere. "Okay, okay, forget about the underwear," she said, as she settled down, "Just tell us how many suitcases you pack?" A strange question for sure. I had packed three suitcases and said so. They both looked at me as if I had gone mad then bent their heads and spoke in whispers, laughing and chuckling. I took it all in good humor and waited for the other shoe to drop. But they just turned to me a said with an air of pity, "Don't worry, Ajay, you'll understand soon enough." The plane started to descend, and that was when all the anticipation and hidden excitation that had been building since the beginning rose up within me. What had Kitty gotten me into? What would I find on that island resort? I felt a strange thrill and excitement, and somewhere underneath it there was a sense of something primal, something utterly sexual, waiting to swallow me whole. I felt a stirring in my loins as the vibrations of the engines pulsated through my seat. Suddenly, I felt my cock swell. I was painfully rigid. I looked down to see my dick poking obscenely against the front of my pants. I tried in vain to think of anything that could deflate it. When the plane touched ground the bumpy landing only made it worse. My penis jutted against the fabric hard enough to hurt, but at the same time, it felt exquisite to be so constrained. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I felt plane coast slowly to a stop, and heard the stairwell dock. The sounds of cheers went around as seatbelts were unbuckled and overhead bins were opened. "Ajay, let's go." I opened my eyes to see Janine's dreamy blue eyes and easy smile beckon me. Then she looked down. Her smile disappeared and her eyes narrowed. I felt a flash of horror and shame ride up my spine. I thought she would turn away in disgust, pigeon-holing me as one of those seedy degenerates who derived their guilty pleasure by involving unsuspecting women in their perversions. But she just looked. She then gently dropped her hand into my lap, and with her thumb and forefinger, squeezed the hard tip of my cock through the fabric of my pants. My cock head twitched hard against her thumb as I had an orgasm, and I would have ejaculated if she hadn't held the tip so tightly. Her eyebrows rose, and she suppressed a little smile. She looked into my eyes and said gently, "Don't worry, we'll wait until the other passengers leave." My horror washed away and slowly filled with relief and gratitude when I realized she was unperturbed by it. I felt a strange emotion for her. She had behaved in such a sympathetic way, with total understanding, and without any mock, disgust, or judgment that I wanted to hug her for being so accepting. She hadn't even made a suggestive remark. She somehow knew it was simply something uncontrolled that happened to me and there was nothing ulterior to it. She continued to pinch the tip of my cock until it had become completely limp. We looked at each other and smiled. I instantly knew we had formed a bond of trust, and that we would be very good friends with no secrets between us. Lost Luggage Ch. 02 As we walked down the stairwell and followed the crowd of tourists into the hot humid terminal, my mind raced at what happened on the plane and I began to second-guess my feelings for Janine. She had touched me intimately, without shame, without any thought that squeezing the cock of a man you had just met was not exactly normal. But that wasn't all. The feelings I had for her were close to overwhelming me from the inside. Part of me wanted to grab Janine and hold her tight and- I forced the thought out of my mind and felt an sickening emptiness take over inside. Could I be content being just friends with Janine? Or did I need more? I saw Janine and Wayne hold hands and suddenly felt desperately alone. Self-consciousness ripped through me and left me feeling naked and exposed on the sun-baked tarmac. I was intensely aware that I was an unaccompanied man. What man went on a resort trip alone? A man no woman wanted? One who couldn't find love, who couldn't be loved, who was too old to be loved? I felt an intense urge to be back in the comfort of my home, hiding behind it's air-conditioned walls and soft comforts, so that I could escape into the world of television, books, and websites by drowning myself in the artificial. A hand grabbed me softly. Janine had turned back and had let Wayne go on. The way she looked at me, the way she smiled, the way her hair blew in the warm wind, the way her warm delicate fingers felt in mine; it all overwhelmed me. At that moment I was her Champion, her Knight, her Lancelot. I existed only for her. I put my other hand softly over hers and smiled, fighting every urge to take her in my arms and kiss her. We walked into the terminal together, and to any stray eye that saw us we were a couple, lovers holding hands. I prayed for a miracle. Something to magically whisk us away where we could be together. Some place where she could fall in love with me. "Passport please." We had arrived at the customs officer's counter. Janine's hands left mine and went to search the zipper pouch by her hip. I followed the crease in her khakis that joined between her legs to form that exquisite V, those lines that mesmerized every heterosexual man since puberty. How I wanted to kiss that juncture, press my mouth against that mound, to heat it with my hot breath. I felt myself losing control. I started to kneel. "Passports please!" "For Fuck's sake..." I muttered, but was silently thankful. I knew I really would have planted a mouthful on her, overcome by my lust. What was wrong with me? What happened to the man who had brokered million-dollar deals, attended black-tie affairs, and eaten at the most refined restaurants without committing a single faux pas? Now here I was reduced to blithering idiot by a woman I had just met. After passing customs, we went over to pick up our luggage. Janine started teasing me about it."3 whole suitcases!" she said. "And for only one person too! Your as bad as a woman with too many outfits." That stung a little. Was three suitcases really too much? "I really want to see what you brought." she finished. Wayne said hefting up a backpack. "Hopefully you brought some cigs. Damned expensive over here." "Sorry Wayne, I don't even smoke." "That's okay neither do I, it's for Charlie, the geezer by the boats. You'll meet him. All smile, no teeth. Offer him a cigarette and he's your friend -- a friend who can find hard to get items." "Such as?" I asked, waiting for Wayne to say something like Oh, you'll see. "Such as...ganja." he said. I didn't know what it was at the time but I did understood it's meaning to be something narcotic. Janine in the mean time was jumping around us like a school girl, reciting an impromptu poem she had made up about me: Did Ajay pack his socky-socks? Yes indeed! In Suitcase One! But he don't need no socky-socks, No Indeed! Not-a-one! Did Ajay pack his panty-pants? Yes indeed! In Suitcase Two! But he don't need no panty-pants Now I wonder if he gets the clue... Did Ajay pack his underwear? Yes indeed! In Suitcase Three! But he don't need no underwear... "Enough!" I said in exasperation, but laughing. Janine just burst into a fit of giggles. Wayne just shook his head, saying, "Sometime I wonder if I really married a little girl." Janine rounded on him, eyes wide in challenge. "Do little girls have these?" She looked around quickly, then hurriedly lifted her top to show us her perfectly shaped pair of breasts. Then she swiftly dropped her top and had a cat-ate-the-canary smile. The vision of pink-colored nipples and areolae surrounded by pale white flesh was burned into my mind and for a moment I simply savored the memory. "Jaws up, fellas." Janine said, with a look that said silly little boys. I noticed she glanced at my crotch and gave me a knowing smile. 'Let's get Ajay's things and go! I want to get out of these sweaty clothes." Still mesmerized by the vision of Janine's curves, I walked to the conveyor belt half looking for my items. After a while we settled down and waited. And waited. And waited. Janine began reading a novel. Wayne listened to local music on his pocket radio. I was getting worried. I asked them if they could find their luggage. "What luggage?" Janine asked. "We just brought our carry-on backpack." My eyes widened. "That's all!?" Janine smiled. "Yep." "What about all the necessities -- do you really have enough for two whole weeks?" Janine just shrugged her shoulders. "We've found that this is all we need. Everyone's different. Some people need more. We- at least, I need less. Most of that stuff is Wayne's anyway. That's why I take these vacations, to be free from unnecessary things. And I suspect that's why Kitty suggested this place to you." "What is this place?" "I can't believe you haven't figured it out. You must have lived a very solitary life, Ajay. But I like that about you. It's like you're discovering a new world." I didn't know if I should have felt hurt or pleased. All I knew was that all the bags had arrived and mine weren't with them. "Well, good news." I said. "I think my luggage didn't make it to the new world. So I'm as free as you are." Janine's eye widened and she smiled incredulously." No way? All of it!?" "None of it is here." "Oh, wow. This is perfect. Ajay, I have a proposition for you. Forget your luggage. Let's just get out of here. We'll cover for anything you need at the resort. But trust me we won't have to. You won't want for anything. In two weeks you can pick up your luggage when we head back out. Or if you find you really need it we can drive back up here and pick it up. But I promise you, you'll have everything you need at the resort." "But what about suntan oil?" "We'll cover you." "But what about towels, razors, soap. underwe-" "Whatever it is, you either don't need it or we or the resort can cover you." Janine had a really hopeful look on her face. I was exhausted and wanted to get to a room and take a shower. I caved. "Okay, let's go." Janine squealed, leapt up, and hugged me. If my luggage had shown up right then I would have chucked it into the ocean. She informed Wayne of my decision, and he only said, "way to go, bro, travel-light, that's my motto." I left Janine and Wayne to spend a few minutes at baggage claim, where I found out that my luggage was still back in the states destined for a later flight. I asked the teller to either leave it there or ship it back to my home address. I was determined in my new found asceticism. If Janine wanted me sans-suitcase, so be it. Luckily I had my passport and wallet, which was all I needed. The rest I could buy at whim. I met up with Janine and Wayne on the bus. I could already tell this was a crowd that liked to have fun. There were many couples and singles, both men and women, mostly between early twenties to later fifties, and of all shapes and sizes. I did notice that most of the women were dressed like Janine, in simple tight t-shirts and high cut shorts, while a few were in summer dresses that clung to their bodies. The women had formed one big group, hugging old friends and making new ones. I counted five couples (including Wayne and Janine), three single men (excluding me), and two single ladies. Janine was with one couple and one of the single women when she spotted me and called me over. I walked over waving to her. "Everyone," she said, 'this brown-skinned hunk is Ajay, a man who retired from the 9-to-5 grind permanently and decided to have a little excitement in his life." The single woman next to Janine, just as tall but slightly slimmer, bounced towards me and grabbed my arm and held it against her body, her beautiful red hair trailing behind her. She looked up into my face with her cool gray eyes, smiling, and said, "Hi, I'm Caitlin. I love your baby brown eyes." I was taken aback. Totally stupefied. I stayed dumb for a moment looking at the other couple and Janine, who was just barely containing her mirth. She knew, as all the others around us now knew as they watched Caitlin bound towards me, that the little red-haired beauty was well-blessed in the chest department and preferred to go braless. Caitlin stood waiting, holding my arm against her chest, as I struggled to maintain eye contact and refrain from ogling her. I said the only thing that came to mind. "Caitlin, they're yours. Take them." Conversation paused for a second, then some light laughter. I relaxed; bad jokes apparently went a long way here. Wayne clipping my shoulder as Caitlin, to my surprise, kissed me square on the lips. Several cheered, including Janine. I was now part of the group. Caitlin's mouth then brushed my ear as she whispered, almost in a rhyme, "I'm gonna suck your big brown cock, and swallow every sticky li'l drop." She stepped back, looked me right in the eyes, and slowly licked her lips. My cock sprang from its resting spot and began to thicken. With a wink and a cunning smile, she bounded away and up in to the bus. Janine introduced me to Michael and Shelly, the very young looking couple she had been talking to. Michael looked like the artistic type with long dark hair, thin body, toothy smile, and dark rimmed glasses to complete the look. In fact, he was a writer who was celebrating his college graduation with his wife, Shelley, a demure frail-looking long-legged platinum blonde beauty that fit the Hitchcockian ideal. She had just graduated from high school last year and was planning to become a massage therapist. They had married last year right after graduation when Michael turned twenty-one and Shelly turned eighteen. Their parents had recommended the resort and bought them tickets as a honeymoon gift saying that they wished they had had the opportunities of the resort when they were younger. "Yeah," Shelly said, with an embarrassed smile, "My parents are uh...very open-minded." I was about to ask them what opportunities exactly, when Janine hushed them, explaining my situation. They found it priceless and agreed not to say a word. Janine kissed them on the cheek, and they boarded the bus. She turned to me, with a twinkle in her eye, and said, "All in good time, my brown-skinned hunk." My cock stirred even more. Janine took a long lingering look at my crotch. 'Hmm...I think I saw it move...I wonder..." She turned around and bent over as if to pick up something, presenting her ass to me, and making sure to look at me from between her legs. I savored the two round muscular globes and the crevice between and beneath. I could almost swear I could see the outlines of her labia. It was done so nonchalantly yet so lewdly that I felt my cock stretch against the fabric on my boxers and pants. "Uh-oh." Janine said from between her legs. "I think you better get on the bus before someone notices.' "What about the people on the bus?" I groaned as I hurriedly repositioned my member, looking to see if anyone was noticing the tent protruding from my groin. "Oh, don't worry, these are very understanding people." Janine said with a smile. She straightened up and hooked her arm into mine and walked me to the door. "Trust me," she whispered, looking into my eyes. "You are in very good company." Lost Luggage Ch. 03 The bus rumbled down the road. It was mid afternoon, but the closed windows and air-conditioning kept the sun and the heat out. The bus was a mid-sized affair, with four seats per row split down the middle by an aisle. Most of the couples sat near each other; the three single men sat all the way in the back and were having an animated conversation. The single woman whom I hadn't met yet had pitch-black hair, pale white skin, and colorful tattoos down her arms sat with the well-tanned mid-forties white couple up at the very front. I sat near the front, with Wayne and Janine in the left two seats of a row, while I shared the right two seats with Caitlin. Wayne and I took the window seats so Janine and Caitlin could talk. Michael and Shelly sat near the three single men in the back. They probably felt more comfortable among their own age. The other ten couples sat behind us and were chatting like old friends. I had met none of them, but most of them looked in their mid-thirties to mid-forties. Most of them were Caucasian, but I did notice a Black couple and an Asian couple among them. After about an hour drive the wife of the mid-forties couple up front stood up and got on the PA system of the bus. "Hello everyone, I'm Christine." she said, in a heartwarming southern accent. She was a honey-haired woman with warm blue eyes who exuded a matronly charm - something between a mother hen and a madam from an old-west brothel. Though very buxom and full figured, she had a very womanly way of carrying herself, and seemed very comfortable in her patterned light summer dress that gave lovely hints to her curves. "I'm you're program director along with my dear hubby, Gregory. If you have any issues we are the folks to talk to. This lovely young lady next to me is Veronica. She is our massage therapist for our stay. Stand up and say hi, Vera!" Veronica stood up, and I saw that she wore a skin-tight black muscle shirt that followed the curves of her lithe body, especially around her slightly saucer shaped breasts. I could clearly see the she had several ring piercings in both her ears, two in her right eyebrow and one in her left nostril. I was struck by how exquisite her arms looked, perfectly curved, soft-looking and smooth, yet well toned and nicely muscular. They were also intricately tattooed from her elbows to her shoulders. She carried herself like a boxer, easy on her feet and ready to move like lightning. She was quite mesmerizing. "Hiya, guys!" Veronica began, her voice carrying a hint of mischief along with a Californian accent. "I'm a fully certified massage therapist, and have over seven years of experience. The resort hired me, so all my massages are complimentary during your stay - all you have to do is set an appointment. I am trained in a variety of massages, my specialty being Shiatsu and Swedish deep massage and, as Gregory will attest, don't ask for my Swedish massage if you can't take it. These fingers can dig deep!" There were a few chuckles as Gregory made a grimace. "I am also trained in erotic and sensual massages -- if you so desire." Veronica had wicked smile on her face. I felt my heart race when I thought of her fingers caressing my most private parts. There was a lot of whooping and hollering when she said that.. Christine broke in, "And if you really want to get to know Veronica better just ask her about her beautiful tattoos and piercings. —oh, their so sexy!" Everybody whooped and howled again. I joined in this time, getting into the ways of the group. Janine's voice rose above the rest. "Veronica, are you nipples pierced!?" Several others from the back voiced the same question mingled with a bit saucy laughs. Veronica shouted back "You damn well know the answer to that one, Janine." "But I forgot." Janine said loudly. "Wayne, does Veronica have her nipples pierced?" "Don't tell her, Wayne, or I won't suck your cock!" My ears pricked up at that one! Veronica had her hands on her hips in an aggressive stance, as if her threat was real. Several people laughed when Wayne sat quietly in his seat. I barely paid much attention to that, my mind was anticipating what Veronica was going to do next. "Fine! Here's your answer." Veronica said in mock exasperation. She lifted up her muscle shirt to show a gorgeous pair of ring-pierced nipples. They sat perfectly on pale white Hershey-kiss shaped breasts, each of which had beautifully intricate and colorful tattoos on it. The tattoos extended from her shoulders and surrounded her nipples, leaving them looking very exposed. She tugged at both nipple rings, stretching out her teats and lifting her breast up slightly. She clenched her teeth and moaned; I could only imagine how delicious the sensation must have felt. Then, just as quickly, she pulled her shirt down and hefted her breasts in an aggressive manner. "Mmmmm! All fucking real, baby!" Everybody cheered. "Wait! I need to get a closer look!" Janine cried out causing everyone to dissolve into laughter. "I'll give you a closer look—" threatened Veronica with cunning look, preparing to do something drastic. That got a lot of howls and cheers.. "Sorry to break it up, ladies, but we're at our mid-stop." Christine said, "Veronica's titties will have to wait for your close 'inspection', Janine. Alright folks, we will be eating at the restaurant nearby, after that it is another two hour drive before we hit the resort. I'm glad to see everyone is in a great mood even after the long flight. If you are up for it we'll have a few thing going on this evening. I know there are a few "island-virgins" in our group and I haven't met all of you so when you find the time come on up to us and introduce yourself. We are all going to be seeing a lot of each other so let's get to know one another as much as possible. Before I sit down is there anything I can do to make you all more comfortable?" "Yeah," Janine said. "It's way too cold in here. Can we just turn off the AC and open the windows for fresh air. I'm freezing my tits off!" "What do you say folks?" Christine asked the others. Several people shouted answers, which was either yes or they didn't care. "Alright, majority rules. Off it goes." When we came back from our late lunch, the bus was nice and warm, and all the windows were open. Before we boarded Christine introduced us to Marvin, our bus driver who was also the resort grounds keeper and activities planner. Marvin was tall, had a muscular build, and pitch-black skin that made him shine in the afternoon sun. He had a shaved head, a strong broad flat nose, and a wide white toothy grin. I noticed several women secretly ogling him. "Oh we know all about Marvin," said Caitlin, arms wrapped around him and giving him a tongue-filled kiss. "Don't we, Christine?" "Of course dear, we do, but the 'island virgins' don't know him yet -- especially the lady 'virgins'." There was a murmur among the females of our group, and everyone seemed to glance at Shelly, who smiled and shied behind her husband. I overheard Janine say to one couple, "...oh yeah, it's really thick..." and held a hand in a ring to show the size. "All right everybody," Christine said. "Enough about Marvin's big fat cock. Let's all get aboard." Everybody laughed, including Marvin, and we all stepped aboard. I noticed Caitlin squeeze Marvin's crotch before heading back to sit next to me. She looked at me and said, "He really has such a beautiful cock, you have got to see it. I love how it feels in my mouth." She said it matter-of-factly. I simply nodded and realized that Caitlin was one of those free spirit-types that was comfortable discussing anything with anyone without a hint of embarrassment. I was growing to like her even more, and felt sort of protective of her. I didn't want that innocent part of her to change. The bus got under way again and followed the road that led to the far end of the island. With the AC off the inside of the bus started to get very warm and I began to sweat, but being near the window I was able to get a cool flowing breeze. I could see that both Janine and Caitlin were drenched in sweat. I offered them my seat, but they declined saying that they preferred the heat. After about a half an hour, I was in a pleasant lull caused by the rocking of the bus and the vast forests and jungle that rushed by. Janine had gone to the bathroom in the back, while Wayne and Caitlin were dozing. I looked in the back after a while and noticed Janine's shadowy silhouette near tail-end of the bus. It looked like Janine had started a conversation with Michael, Shelley, and the three single men in the back. She was laughing and I could see her shadowy form jiggling in tantalizing ways against the light of the back window. Even in silhouette she was a heartbreakingly beautiful creature. I wanted to join her, but felt I would be interrupting. I didn't feel I fit in yet. I turned to the front and stared out into the empty ocean as it rushed to meet the far horizon, echoing the feeling of loneliness. My mood lifted after a half hour, when Caitlin, half asleep, cradled her head onto to my shoulders and held my arm for support. I wondered if she had sensed my need. I cozied up to her an fell into a brief lull again, my eyes half closed in sleep. I sensed someone pass us by to get to the front. I didn't think much about it much at first, but something told me I had glimpsed something unusual. I looked up to see who it was. There, completely naked, was Janine, carrying a conversation with Christine and Veronica. She had taken off all her clothes. She handed a bundle to Christine, who accepted and set it aside. As she conversed with them, she was presenting her bare ass to Gregory as if it was an ordinary thing to do. I could see her breasts jiggle and undulate to every tremor of the bus and with every laugh she had. The scene was beyond erotic. I had an explosion of lust, which I could barely contain. My cock was instantly erect, my pants tenting so strongly that I had to adjust it to stay flat against my stomach. My heart raced. I couldn't believe it. Had she emerged from the bathroom naked? or had she stripped naked in front of Michael, Shelley, and the other single men? It was too much to fathom. My eyes were glued to Janine. Sometimes she would bend over too much and hit Gregory in the face with her ass. Other times Gregory would kiss an ass cheek, or caress it. Janine would pay it no mind to it, carrying on her conversation with the ladies. Gregory would also reach up and tweak Janine's nipple, which she would just bat away, but only after letting it linger there for a bit. Christine however would not let it go saying, "Behave, Gregory!" Finally the conversation ended and Janine turned around and said something admonishing to Gregory. Then leaned over and smothered him with her tits. My mind reeled and my mouth went dry. I stopped thinking and simply started rubbing my hard on through my pants, but had to do carefully so I would not wake up Caitlin. I distinctly remember feeling like I would get caught any moment. I saw Janine head towards the driver's seat. Marvin gave an exclamation and put his arm around Janine as Janine gave him a hug. They spoke for a bit, his hand squeezing her ass every now and then. Janine then pointed ahead of the road and Marvin slowed down and parked off to the side. Christine got up and turned on the PA system. "Folks, Janine, this beautiful naked lady over here-," she paused, as Janine faced us showing us her whole naked body, "-whom most of you know or met, informs me that the toilets aren't working. So if you need to pee, now's the time to do it. We've got an hour more to go, and we want to avoid any delays. Also, as Janine has so clearly demonstrated, feel free to take off your clothes! You can get as comfortable as you like, no need to be shy. In fact, you'll find we strongly encourage nudity. Just make sure you use towels when sitting, You can pick them upfront to place on your seats. Ah! I see, Timothy has taken up Janine's example. Way to go Timothy - and what a nice looking cock! Any way folks, pee-time is now." Caitlin had woken up and was looking back at Timothy. "Dammit! Jan and Tim beat me to it." She looked to the front then exclaimed, "And now Marvin!" Sure enough, Marvin had stepped out the driver's seat and was pulling off his clothes, tossing his shirt, pants, and white briefs to Christine. I saw a massive piece of dark flesh dangling between his legs as he stepped out of the bus. Suddenly there was rustling beside me and was just in time to see Caitlin pull off her shirt, drop her full skirt to the floor, and running completely naked down to the bus door. "Goodness Caitlin, take it easy child!" said Christine. But Caitlin did a flying leap out the door and, looking outside my window, I saw her land on Marvin's back. She swung back and forth and wrapped her thighs around him for a bit, her ass cheeks spreading wide and showing a beautiful tightly puckered asshole and the bottom of her pussy lips. After a bit, she let go and landed on her feet, sliding her hands slowly down the length of Marvin's muscular body, feeling every curve, nook, and cranny. She suddenly stood up, turned and faced me, looking up, and beckoned me to come down, all the while stroking the flaming red tuft of pubic hair between her legs. Marvin got behind Caitlin and pulled her into his embrace; she looked positively tiny wrapped in his large muscular arms. Caitlin kept eye contact with me and started to raunchily grind her ass into Marvin's crotch. She closed her eyes and her face contorted with lust and pleasure. I was confounded by what I was seeing. Then I saw Janine walk past them and come up next to the bus almost underneath my window. She stepped in to a bare patch of dirt and squatted. I couldn't believe she was going to piss right there, in front of everyone. I could see every part of her. She had her knees bent and spread wide in an open squat that clearly showing her pubis mound and labial lips hanging down. I began rubbing my cock through the crotch of my pants even more vigorously. Then she looked up. I thought to turn away, but she smiled and waved, and, of all things, beckoned me to come join her. I shook my head no. I had no courage to pee in view of everyone on the bus, even though I thought it would be exhilarating to do. Apparently, Janine, Marvin, and Caitlin had no qualms about urinating in public. Janine smiled at me and made a face that said _c'mon!_ I brought two fingers together to make a tent, and pointed to my crotch. She mouthed a "so?" to me and kept beckoning me. I firmly shook my head no. She finally shrugged and mouthed a disappointed okay. I heard a rustle next to me and saw Wayne sit next to my seat. He had lost his pants and undies because he only had his Hawaiian shirt on which barely covered his genitals. He was holding a small digital camera. "Ajay, would you mind taking a video of everyone peeing? Janine would love to have it on tape." It was probably the strangest request I have ever heard asked of me, but I said to myself _'why not?'_ I was through the looking glass now. All the rules were gone and everybody seemed in on it. I realized why Kitty was hesitant to tell me anything. If these were the sort of things that happened on the bus, then what would the resort be like? I decided I was in for the ride and all I could do was enjoy it with my new found friends. Perverted as they were. "Sure." I said, and took the camera from Wayne. I pointed the camera at Janine and started recording. By this time Caitlin and Marvin had joined her - Marvin's dick looking a little puffed. Janine stood back up and drew them in a huddle. After a bit, they shook hands and Janine squatted again, with Caitlin squatting on one side and Marvin standing on her other side. I tapped on the window to get their attention and made as face to ask what the hell was going on. They just looked up, smiled, and waved. "It's a pee-off." Wayne said simply. "Jan and Cait are always so competitive with each other. You should have been there when they had a squirt-off. Nearly drowned my camera in pussy juice. Ah, I see Janine's quite happy about her peeping Tom." Indeed, Janine had a big smile on her face when she saw I had the camera. She leaned back on her hands, spreading her legs even more, raising her hips so I could get a better view of her hairless pussy and the hint of pink flesh inside. Caitlin did the same, her red-haired labia now all swollen and crimson and glistening wet. Marvin grasped his cock like a garden hose, and pulled back his foreskin to reveal a giant purple-headed knob. His glans was extremely large and shaped like a Samurai helmet, and had a long slit in front. I heard several women gasp in the back. The luck some men have. Janine yelled something that sounded like _ready, set, go_ and I saw all three tense their under-bellies. Instantly, three jets of clear yellow urine erupted, a fountain emanating from their pee holes, falling in gentle arcs, landing by the dirt patch by the side of the bus, and collecting in dark pools underneath the sand and gravel. They kept a steady stream going trying to out-last each other. Marvin was the first to run dry and finished by shaking his monster of a flaccid cock, flicking off large drops of urine, before re-sheating his purple head in foreskin. Janine and Caitlin continued to pee, their abdomens tightening even more as they squeezed their bladders of every golden drop. It was strangely erotic to watch the fluid gush out from their pee-holes in unison. It was a wonderful display of synchronized pissing. Caitlin finished next, ending in odd spurts of urine. Everyone was watching now, and Caitlin's finish was sexy yet funny to watch as she used two fingers to spread her labia minora trying to prevent them from interrupting the stream. Her efforts not only further exposed her urethra, but I could clearly see her vagina below it, and her clit above. I also noticed she was simultaneously using her palm to put pressure on her bladder. It made her somewhat unbalanced, and brought a lot of giggles as she wobbled and splayed her legs even more to keep from falling on her ass in a pool of her own piss. At no point did I see a hint of embarrassment on her face as she spread her quim and showed off the inside of her pussy. Janine was still going strong, waving to everybody and laughing at the sheer joy and freedom of her lewdness. Eventually her urine came in spurts also, until finally she made a face and grunted, giving one long arcing squirt and sat back on her haunches looking exhausted. As she boarded the bus she received an ovation, not only for winning but for giving such an enthusiastic performance. "Thank you everyone so much!" Janine said, full of mirth. "I couldn't have done it without the ten glasses of water I had on the plane and a few more at the restaurant. I would also like to thank my fellow pee-ers - ha ha - the magnificent Marvin with his magnificent cock, and the cuntalicious Caitlin with her perfectly ruddy and lickable cunt, yum! - both put up a great fight. But let us not forget: this is not about winning or losing, it is about _participating_." As she finished that last sentence she looked directly at me. Everyone laughed and clapped and cheered as we two held each other with our eyes. Marvin handed her a wipe, and without a thought Janine propped her leg up on an armrest so that her pussy lips opened up to a captive audience. She proceeded to wipe her pussy up and down, all the while looking directly at me. I watched her clean her pussy, staying totally rigid, captured by her blatant display. I was also sure that if I had made any sudden movements I would have erupted all over the inside of my boxers. Lost Luggage Ch. 03 The camera made a sound. It had filled its memory capturing every single moment of Janine's lewdness. If this was how Janine was now, I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come. She was certainly not the quite mid-western woman I thought her to be. I wondered how deep her perversions went as I watched her thrust two fingers deep into her pussy and then rub the juices into her mons and labia. She then brought the fingers up to her mouth and proceeded to slurp her juices from her wet glistening fingers. I convulsed and felt a stream of semen drench the insides of my boxers. I ejaculated burst after burst of hot wet spunk in one of the most intense balls-emptying orgasms of my life. As my orgasm subsided, I felt my juices drip down my still hard shaft and collect into a pool of warm stickiness around my balls. I shuddered visibly in the aftermath. That and a brief moment when I opened my mouth in the sheer pleasure of the moment were the only clues that I had just creamed my pants. That's when I saw Janine still looking at me with an evil-looking smile on her face. It was the moment I would later mark as my point of no return. As I watched her lick her fingers clean I knew that I was more in lust with her than ever before. I knew I would follow her to the depths of her depravity, wherever it would lead me, no matter what the cost. I could not have fathomed the wicked debauchery she had in store for me. * * * * * I would like to thank my wonderful editor Goddess9991 for helping me with the Lost Luggage Chapters 01 02 and 03, though I did do some quick revisions again on my own so any mistakes you find are mine. I hope to write more chapters soon and use her services again. she is a delight. I would love to hear from all who read this work so far. 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