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Unplanned Vacation Ch. 01

By: JoeyLakehead



Chapter 1: Early Start

Sandra and Eric found themselves driving their pick-up down a winding country road that was flanked on either side by hilly farms populated, alternately, by horses, sheep, and cows. After they had woken up, showered, etc. at 5:00 AM that morning, they each began packing their bags for a weeklong vacation, without ever having spoken a word about where they were going or why. A few times, momentarily, each of them would reflect on when they made the decision to pack and leave the city today. In each case, they seemed to vaguely remember a conversation about needing to get away, but this was a very organized couple and it was curious that there was no indication of a trip on their calendar or in their respective day-planners. 

Neither of them liked to appear foolish to one another, so they were both too shy to raise questions about their destination or even when the conversation in which they planned the trip took place. They merely packed in silence, loaded up their truck, and then they hopped in, with Eric taking the wheel and Sandra riding shotgun. They left Toronto and drove west into the rural farmland area between that huge metropolis and the smaller city of Kitchener-Waterloo. 

It was a pleasant drive to take on a morning in mid-July, broken up here and there by small towns that were reminiscent of some long past era, in which the main street of small towns was still at the center of most people's lives, before urbanization, shopping malls, and home entertainment systems lured nearly everyone away. After driving for about 2 hours, Eric turned down a less-traveled gravel road and the landscape quickly became densely forested, interrupted only occasionally by single-family dwellings. 

They didn't travel far down this isolated road before they lost the Toronto radio station they were listening to and Sandra remarked that they had lost cell phone service. They were still tired from waking up very early, for a Saturday, so they just shrugged and were content to take in the beauty of nature. They had barely said a word to one another as they drove; as mentioned, they were both shy to admit to one another that they had somehow forgotten the details about their destination. Suspense about where they would ultimately end up had somewhat of a suppressing effect on their conversation. 

Eric and Sandra were both successful lawyers at the same firm. They had met there as interns and had quickly earned the respect of their colleagues and one another. They eventually fell in love and were married after they were each offered permanent jobs with the firm in their mid-20s. Their separate careers went very well over subsequent years. By now, they were a fairly wealthy couple in their mid-30s. All of their career focus meant that they never got around to having any children. What extra time they had, they devoted to keeping their relationship strong and exercising to stay fit, and they devoted considerable energy to charitable causes. Consequently, their appearance had hardly changed over the course of their marriage. Sandra was a 5 foot-4 inch, 105-pound, dark-haired beauty with sharp green eyes and a wicked smile. Her hair was cut very short in a pixie style and people frequently remarked that she bore a striking resemblance to Audrey Hepburn. Eric was 5 feet-9 inches tall and was slim, but not at all skinny. His weight never fluctuated very far from 160 pounds. His brown hair was not long, but it was long enough to be loosely curly and a bit messy-looking in a pleasant sort of a way. People could not quite agree as to what celebrity he looked like, but some suggested a resemblance to Ed Norton and others identified him as very much like Kevin Spacey with more hair. Most of the time, the two of them possessed an unusually relaxed attitude and a constant smirk in response to everything that was either wonderful about the world or everything that was absurd about the world. The remainder of the time, they were vicious and ill-tempered advocates for their personal conceptions of justice, which tended toward the liberal side of the political continuum. 

Now, after driving about 90 minutes down this functionally abandoned gravel road, this happily married couple passed through an iron gate and gradually approached a large and luxurious white-pillared mansion at the end of a mile-long driveway. It was clearly a large estate, with well-manicured grounds, including clumps of trees and flowers here and there amongst larger open areas covered in recently-cut grass. As they stopped directly at the front of the building's entrance, an older couple walked down the steps that led from the front door toward the truck. Their expression was friendly and welcoming and Sandra lowered her window. 

She said, "Hello.", and exclaimed, "What a beautiful place you have here!" 

The older man on the other side of her window replied, "Thank-you! Welcome to our little resort! We hope you enjoy your stay." 

With only slightly nervous hesitation, Sandra responded, "I'm sure we will. I guess our plan is to spend the next seven days here. " The basis for this comment was the amount of clothes she brought along for the trip, rather than any explicit knowledge of their reservation. 

Clarifying, the woman said, "Yes, you must be Eric and Sandra. We do, indeed, have you as staying with us for seven days, and we very much hope you will find it to be an exciting and rejuvenating week. You must be tired from driving all morning. Let's arrange a spot for your truck and get you settled." 

The older gentleman added, "Yes, please come on out of the truck and bring your bags." The older couple backed away as Sandra climbed down from the pick-up and Eric stepped out from the driver's side and retrieved their bags from the back seat. He continued, "You can put those bags just here at the base of the steps." He then extended his hand to Eric and said, "We are the managers of this resort, my name is Charlie and this is my wife, Mabel." 

Eric and Sandra exchanged handshakes with the couple and then stepped back to look around and take in the impressive building and its natural setting, which hosted numerous birds of varying sizes and several squirrels going about their business. There were no other people within view. Just then, a cute little woman in her early 20s, who had long, straight blonde hair and was a couple of inches shorter than Sandra, swung open the door and bounced down the front steps, grinning broadly. Sandra and Eric's eyes met briefly and they smirked at one another with slightly-raised eyebrows; an unspoken reaction to noticing the material of the girl's almost comically short, vertical red-and-white striped, ruffled skirt flopping up and down, providing the four of them brief glimpses of the triangle of smooth black fabric underneath. The girl wore shiny red shoes with a silver buckle and lacy white stockings that stopped at mid-thigh, three inches below the bottom of her skirt when it wasn't bouncing up above her waist. Around the top of each stocking, there was a row of little red bows. Her breasts were held down tightly by a red, bikini-style top, such that there was nothing to obscure view of her flat and firm abdomen and what appeared to be a small sparkly diamond attached to a hoop piercing through the upper edge of her belly button. 

The girl rushed up to Sandra and hugged her tightly as she announced, "Hi, Sandra! I'm so glad you guys could make it! You're so early! More time to play, I guess!" Then, she released Sandra and wrapped her arms tightly around Eric's waist, pressing her left ear against his chest and mashing her larger-than-expected breasts hard against his stomach. She held her embrace for about 30 seconds, generating a surprised look on Eric's face and just the hint of a blush as he could feel the start of an erection pressing against the girl's thigh. After she let go, the girl took a step back and grinned at them both with her hands on her hips. 

She blurted, "My name is Carly! I'm here to park your truck! I love it by the way. It's so big! And it's red, so I match!" Sandra and Eric laughed, cheerfully, and Eric promptly handed Carly the keys. Carly quickly scurried around the front of the vehicle, opened the door on the driver's side, and scrambled up into the seat. Meanwhile, Eric reflected on how sad it was that he couldn't watch her climb into the truck from his angle on the passenger's side. Incidentally, Sandra had precisely the same thought. She had never been with any women in her life; not even when she lived in the dorms at university. Nevertheless, she enjoyed feasting her eyes on beautiful women approximately as much as she enjoyed visually inspecting sexy men. Consequently, both Eric and Sandra hoped that they would get to ogle Carly again before it came time for them to make the return trip back to Toronto. With what was apparently a permanent grin on her face, Carly took a moment to adjust the seat, started the engine, and drove perkily back down the long driveway away from the mansion. 

Charlie piped up, "Hah! There goes Carly! She's our valet." 

In a kindly voice, Mabel then suggested, "Sandra, why don't you come on inside to the lobby, so that we can get your credit card information. Eric, do you mind waiting here for someone to carry these bags and show you to your cottage? Someone will escort Sandra along, once we are done with her in the lobby. By then, we will be all ready to deliver a nice lunch for you both." Eric nodded in response and, with that, Charlie and Mabel accompanied Sandra into the house, leaving Eric alone at the bottom of the ten or so broad, white concrete steps that led up to the front door. 

Once inside, the older couple each shook Sandra's hand and Charlie said, "Please do enjoy your stay, once again. We will leave you now in very competent hands." 

The couple then walked away through a door off to the right, holding each other's hands as they went. Sandra glanced around the place and found herself at the threshold of an extraordinarily large room with cream-coloured marble floors and a high, ornately-sculpted white dome ceiling. A fair distance ahead, there were two huge curved, red-carpeted staircases, one of which projected up and to the left about three regular stories and the other staircase, to the right, was a mirror image of the first. The red carpet joined just beyond the base of the staircases on the lobby floor and then bisected the cavernous room right up to the front door where Sandra was standing. She noticed that her mouth was wide open in an uncontrollable reaction to the awe of these extravagant surroundings. She swiftly closed it, pursing her lips and trying to regain her coolness. Just a little distance beyond the door and to the right of the carpet where Sandra was standing, there was a long desk with computing terminals; evidently that was the front desk. 

To the left was a collection of several seating areas, with cushioned black chairs and couches of varying sizes, including a number of surprisingly long sectional-type ones arranged in the shape of a horseshoe. Scattered amongst the furniture for sitting on were glass tables of varying sizes, covered with silver and red coasters and, of all things, large red and black ashtrays. Sandra reflected on her assumption that smoking had been eliminated from all resort lobbies, everywhere, by now. There were five impressively large flat-screen televisions distributed about the huge wall to Sandra's left. Other than Sandra, the room was completely empty. She looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed it was just about 10:00 AM; it was puzzling that there were no guests around yet and she couldn't see anyone behind the front desk. 

At that moment, an almost disturbingly adorable-looking, 20-something girl opened a door from behind the end of the black marble front desk that was closest to Sandra. She stepped through the door and Sandra recognized the outfit she was wearing as identical to the one that Carly was wearing when she drove away in their truck. "Hmmm, must be a uniform", Sandra silently and brilliantly deduced. This new resort representative strode confidently and briskly across the ten metres that separated her from Sandra. The two symmetrical bursts of black pigtails attached to either side of her skull bounced vigorously as she approached. The girl smiled so enthusiastically with her bright and puffy red lips and surprisingly perfect teeth that it was impossible for Sandra to resist smiling back at her, though a bit meekly. Unlike Carly, this girl was wearing shiny red, six-inch stilettos that clacked rhythmically on the marble tiles as she made her way over to the front entrance. 

The unnamed hostess walked straight up, and then directly into, Sandra, wrapping her arms tightly around the resort's new guest in a full-bodied embrace. Sandra didn't really mind that she had to gasp a bit for air from this aggressive welcome from a stranger. This hotel representative smelled so pretty and her slim, curvy body was the perfect combination of firm and cushiony. Sandra and her new friend appeared to be about the same height, but Sandra was wearing flat strappy sandals, which gave her hugging partner a six-inch height advantage. That meant that Sandra found her face buried in the vicinity of this girl's C-something breasts. 

After a few moments, the girl finally said, mid-hug, "Sandra! I'm so good that you made it so early this morning! My name is Zoe." She released Sandra and took a step back. Gleefully, she asserted, "I'm going to help you get set up in our system!" 

Sandra replied, while through nervous laughter, "Thanks so much, Zoe, it's very nice to meet you! I must say, I sort of feel a bit overdressed." As nonverbal punctuation to this statement, Sandra took the opportunity to look Zoe up and down, not at all disapprovingly. 

Zoe responded, "What do you mean? Your sundress is so pretty! You look so cute." (It was a solid blue, sleeveless sundress that was tight-fitting around the chest and waist and then flowed out somewhat, terminating just above Sandra's knees.) 

"Oh, stop!" Sandra said, in mild protest. 

Zoe just nodded, emphatically, and said, "Yeah! Yeah, totally!" Sandra didn't remember when was the last time she was this thrilled to meet someone. "Not that you wouldn't look so hot in one of these outfits," Zoe continued, with a dead-serious facial expression and tone in her voice. Her sincerity was very convincing. She followed by declaring, "Your waist is so small. You'd rock this outfit even more than I do." 

Sandra said, "No!", even before Zoe finished her declaration. 

Zoe, almost shouting, said, "Yeah! Yeah! I mean it! I mean, OBVIOUSLY!" Her voice echoed throughout the gymnasium-sized room. Sandra couldn't help but add her laughter to the echoes. This was one of the most enjoyable arguments she ever had. Zoe said, "Ok, I'll prove it. I bet I can almost fit my hands around your little waist." 

Sandra shrugged, and said, "Ok." 

Zoe moved within an inch of Sandra and put her hands on either side of Sandra's waist and the experiment revealed that her hands wouldn't quite go all the way around. Zoe said, "Not quite, but pretty close. You try me to compare, but let's test the size of our hands." 

Sandra put her right hand up and Zoe placed her left hand against it. Their hands and fingers were basically the same size, so Zoe rested her hands on her head and waited for Sandra to wrap her hands around. Sandra wrapped her fingers and thumbs around Zoe's bare waist. She could feel the miniscule, transparent hairs around Zoe's torso and the lift and fall of her chest as she breathed. She found that her fingers and thumbs didn't meet either, and there was clearly just a bit more space separating her digits than there was when Zoe was measuring Sandra's waist. 

Sandra blushed and Zoe stated, "See! Your waist is even smaller than mine! Plus, your ass is also clearly smaller than mine."(This last statement was almost certainly true. Zoe's rear was maybe an inch larger in diameter than Sandra's still round, but a bit less round than Zoe's, bottom. Sandra decided against mentioning how Zoe's breasts fairly dwarfed Sandra's own. Why water down a nice moment for herself?) Zoe finished by biting her lip and whispering, almost imperceptibly, "Mmmm; so sexy." Then Zoe, hugged Sandra tightly again, for a moment, then broke the embrace and put her hands on her hips. Zoe asked, rhetorically, "You must be very thirsty after your drive?" She inquired, "Do you want some of our tea? It's delicious."

Sandra replied, "I would love some tea." 

Clasping her hands together, Zoe said, "Ok!" 

Then, she reached out with her right arm and curled it around Sandra's left arm, casually guiding her toward the seating area. Once reaching the edge of the large collection of tables and cushioned seats (Sandra thought that the size of the area made it looked a bit like a showroom for a furniture warehouse), Zoe stopped, facing Sandra, and took Sandra's hand between both of her hands and said, "Ok, sweetie, you go find a place to sit and I'll be back in a moment." Then, she winked and turned smartly around and walked briskly to the front desk and through the door that she had emerged from just a few minutes earlier. The bounce in her step tossed Zoe's skirt around provocatively, flashing Sandra a clear image of her booty, obscured only barely by a thin black string of material tightly lodged between her cheeks. 

Sandra thought to herself, bemusedly, "So far, I wouldn't describe the staff here as rating very high in shyness or modesty. What is this place? Exactly, what in the fuck have we gotten ourselves into..." She found it surprising that she didn't feel afraid or irritated by all of the unknowns. She was a little nervous, but couldn't decide whether the nerves represented a form of curiosity or of anxiety. She decided that she was definitely looking forward to finding out what happened next, and didn't dread the future at all. "So, curiosity then, and I shall see where this strange path leads me."

She took a couple of moments to scan the large seating area that made her feel oddly small and lonely, since there were seats for a couple of hundred people, but she was still the only one making any use of the lobby. She decided to tentatively venture into the middle of the space, finally setting herself down at the center of one of the horseshoe sectionals toward the middle of the...lounge?...she wasn't sure what to call it, but lounge seemed as good a word as any. 

Now seated, she had a good view of everything around her, other than the front desk and the few rows of seats directly behind, since the back of the sectional was quite low, only reaching as high as the middle of her back. Even so, it was surprisingly comfortable and not at all uncomfortably firm the way black leather furniture often feels. Her butt and thighs felt almost as though they were enveloped by the seat cushion, forming perfectly as they did to the curves of her body. She couldn't resist closing her eyes and gasping, "aaaahhh...", as she sat down. She looked up and admired the large, currently blank, television screens mounted in a row across the wall in front of her. She slid her butt down a bit so that she could lean her head against the back of the couch. Feeling a bit drowsy, she closed her eyes and a wave of gratitude that she didn't need to work on any cases for an entire week passed over her. They hadn't had a vacation in a couple of years, since they were both working very hard in the hope of one day being selected as partners. Sandra was going to relish every second of this time away from Toronto. 

Sandra spent about five minutes in that dreamy, relaxed state before she heard the sound of a door opening and closing and then the clicking of high heels coming from some indefinite location behind where she was sitting. Nevertheless, she kept her eyes closed, unable to think of a good reason why she should snap to attention right away. The sound of clicking heels came closer and then was muffled by the large, multi-coloured Persian rugs that covered the floor below much of the furniture in the seating area. Soon, the smell of strawberries filled Sandra's nostrils, and she knew that Zoe was navigating around the big sectional that she was close to falling asleep in. She felt Zoe approach from the left and then felt her bare right leg and her skirt-covered rear end smush up against the material of her sundress. Zoe lightly squeezed Sandra's left knee and quietly sang, "Wake up sleepy-head." Sandra opened her eyes and looked over at Zoe's grinning face looking down on her from her slouched position. She slowly raised her butt up to a proper sitting position, which had the accidental consequence of also hiking the front of Zoe's skirt into a bunch at her waist, revealing the most substantial section of her black, yet somehow also transparent, g-string panties. 


Unplanned Vacation Ch. 01



Zoe reacted, "Ha! I guess you've made me into a flasher...not that it would be the first time or anything." 

Sandra was still groggy, so she stared longer at Zoe's crotch than she otherwise would have. Eventually, she lifted her eyes upward to gaze on Zoe's face. Sandra generated an apologetic expression, but Zoe simply gave her a gentle slap on her knee and teased, with a phony serious expression, "Stop flirting with me! I've got work to do here." Then, she took her time fixing the source of Sandra's distraction, casually looking down at herself and pulling the material of her skirt three times with her thumb and forefinger. She first pulled it down slightly on the righthand side closest to Sandra's leg, then one pull in the middle, followed by a little tug to the far right. By the third tug, she finally succeeded in completely obscuring her lightly veiled pussy. By then, Sandra's breathing was a little heavy and irregular and she was vibrating, just slightly, for some reason. It had been a long time since she had experienced her body trembling, having spent a number of years as an attorney with a reputation for extreme fierceness when fighting for her client's interests. Time seemed to moving in slow-motion, and she realized, once again, that she was staring intently at Zoe's crotch. She promptly swung her gaze around to the right, in the precisely opposite direction to the visual that previously commanded her attention.

Zoe put her hands on gently on Sandra's shoulder, attracting Sandra's gaze back to her face, and said, smirking, "Seriously. You need to focus, baby. We have a lot of stuff to do before we can fully check you guys in. But, first, I've arranged for a tea delivery." 

That moment, the same door that had produced Zoe opened and a pale-skinned, tall, lean but muscular, clean-shaven, man with short, dark hair walked out with a tray of bright red cups on saucers, a black teapot and two glasses of water. He looked to be barely older than 20. Their server was wearing a tight-fitting, crew-cut red t-shirt and loose fitting, black, mid-thigh-length cargo pants made of a soft, cottony-looking material. He also wore black sneakers, but wasn't wearing any socks. Sandra and Zoe turned their heads around and intensely regarded his long walk from the door; just two pretty faces, cut off from the male server's view at just below their shoulders, as they peered over the rear edge of the sectional. As he walked over to where the two women were sitting, Sandra observed, "His clothes are very casual, considering the pretty uniform you are wearing." 

"Yes, they are bland compared to ours," Zoe agreed. "He still looks pretty great, though. It makes me tingle a bit. I can't stop thinking about how the really good stuff is underneath, so it doesn't matter much to me what he covers it up with." 

At that, the two women laughed in unison and, as she laughed, Sandra nodded in emphatic agreement. Shortly thereafter, the man walked up to the table and rested the tray just a few feet in front of where they were sitting. Zoe looked up and smiled brightly at him, "Thanks, cutie. Sandra, this is Joe." 

Joe and Sandra shook hands politely and Sandra said, "Yes, thanks very much, I'm so thirsty." 

She let go of Joe's hand and picked up one of the water glasses, taking a long drink. "Mmmm," she groaned with relief. 

Joe stood up straight and said, "You're so welcome. It's such a pleasure to meet you. I hope you have a fantastic stay with us." They smiled at each other for a moment and Joe walked back casually to wherever he came from. 

Zoe said, "Hey, let's try some of this tea. I think it's some of the best tea I've ever tasted." They each leaned over to wrap their fingers around a teacup and performed a synchronized sip together. Sandra couldn't help but close her eyes. 

She admitted, "That tastes sooo good, but what is it?" 

Zoe replied, "It's a closely-held secret of the resort, so I can't tell you." 

Sandra said, "Well, I don't think I've ever tasted anything like it." 

Sandra took another sip and felt all of her fatigue from the early morning and the longish drive disappear. She felt energized, but not an oddly relaxed way. The change came over her body so suddenly that she thought that the tea must be some type of liquid strength and confidence. 

Zoe interrupted her introspection, stating, "It's a good feeling, isn't it? It tastes great and it almost feels as though the weight of garbage that we pile up on top of ourselves every day just floated away." 

Sandra thought to herself, "Well put, especially for a disturbingly beautiful and barely-clothed hostess."

They finished the remaining tea in their respective cups and Sandra was astounded that more tea actually enhanced her confident state of alertness even further. "Hmmm. More tea equals more positive vibes. Well, that sort of makes sense.", she thought. 

Zoe seemed to be reading her mind, when she said, "After one cup, the feeling doesn't get any more intense, but you can keep things at this level by drinking more tea. If it just kept intensifying the feeling, things could probably get out of hand. It's just some ancient mixture that provides a nice kick of euphoria and, well, inspiration I guess. Lots of drugs do that, but this one is more organic, but safe-for-your-body organic." 

Sandra responded, "It's lovely." 

Zoe nodded and smiled sweetly, responding, "Yes, yes it totally is." She continued, "So, Sandra. Do you have any questions for me, before we begin?" 

As she asked this question, Zoe's face scrunched-up quizzically and she tilted her head in a way that caused Sandra heart to skip and then melt as though it was made of hot wax. Sandra began, "Ummm, well this is a bit embarrassing...". 

Zoe laughed, "I know what you're going to say. You don't even know why you're here, right? Don't worry, none of our guests do when they arrive. You see, nobody is ever a guest here unless they are invited. We figure out a convenient time and use the information that our guest see and hear on television and online to cue them, at an unconscious level, to come here at the best possible time for them." Sandra noted that she felt far too pleasant to protest her new awareness that the resort some how hypnotized her and Eric, so that they would travel there against their will. 

Zoe said, "Don't worry, you can leave whenever you want. Like, right now, if you want. If you do leave, though, I think you'll be missing out. This resort exists to grant the ultimate vacation to people who really deserve it." 

Sandra inquired, "So, why would we have been chosen?" 

"Sandra, you and Eric have made a lot of money within your firm, but you have also both worked so hard fighting for free on behalf of individuals who have been abused by wealthy people and corporations that you haven't had time to take vacations or raise a family. All of our guests have done something remarkably unselfish. That is one of the main criteria. There are others, as well. At least at this particular resort, all of our guests must be very attractive, like an 8 or higher. They must be in great physical shape; like, well-toned bodies...like yours obviously is." 

There was an awkward pause as Zoe seemed a bit distracted and then she took a moment to shake her head with her eyes closed tightly. Opening them, she giggled and joked, "Ok, time for ME to focus now, right?". 

"All of our guests MUST be disease-free, " she continued, "They can't have any kind of significant illness at all. Plus, there are some other personality factors and aspects of the guests' life experiences and situation that determine whether they are judged as suitable for inviting. Don't ask me what those are, because it's very complicated and involves math that only a computer can make any sense out of." 

Sandra asked, "But, how did whoever picked us even know about us?" 

Zoe responded, vaguely, "I don't fully understand it myself. The owners' use some sort of computer algorithms to pick who the right candidates will be and then they send their little messages out so that you end up here on the correct day. We don't even find out about who is coming here until the night before." 

Sandra persisted, "I see, but still, why? Why would the owners of this resort be so interested in rewarding people like us?" 

Zoe responded, "I don't really know why, for sure, but I have always thought that they were just rich freaks for karma." 

Squeezing Sandra's knee with her right hand and looking intently into her eyes, "Listen, sexy lawyer, I don't know all of the whys involved with this resort, but I will promise that you will have the best time of your life, this week. I personally guarantee it, and there's never been any guest leave here without the opinion that their vacation here was the best thing that ever happened to them." 

Sandra smiled and really, really believed her. Then, a thought occurred to Sandra. "Ok, wait, how much is this week going to cost us." 

Zoe answered, "That's one of the best parts! The cost is $200 per night, all-inclusive. You won't be charged a single extra fee for anything, during your stay." She laughed, "It wouldn't be right to invite people here as a reward, and then make it so expensive that they are bankrupt when they leave." 

Sandra said, "Whew...that's good news. I think it's a really beautiful place, so far as I can tell. I certainly want to stay and I hope Eric will think so, too." 

Zoe grinned, "Me, too!" 

Her hostess used a finger to direct Sandra's attention back to their tea tray, on which Sandra noticed, for the first time, a folder containing around 20 or so documents. "Those are just some things you need to fill out, before we can enter you into our system. I need to get some other stuff together. Why don't you get started on them and I'll see you very soon?" 

Sandra nodded and, with that, Zoe winked and wrapped her arms around Sandra's neck, pulling her close for another hug. After releasing Sandra, Zoe stood up and Sandra watched her skirt flop up and down as she sort of bobbed away flawlessly, despite the length of her heels. As she bobbed, she was lightly clapping her hands, barely able to contain the thrill she experienced from doing her job. She disappeared behind the door beyond the long check-in counter.

Sandra thought to herself, "Oh yeah, and, Zoe, where is everybody else?"



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Paperwork

Sandra looked at the clock. It was 10:30. Sandra took a moment to wonder how Eric was doing and, then, what their room looked like. She reached forward and brought the manila folder into her lap. The document on the top of the file was already filled in with details about Sandra and Eric's truck, such as its make, model, and license plate number, and it had a space for credit card information, which was also already filled in. 

Sandra reflected, "I guess that saves time", and followed-up with, "It's a bit strange that there's nothing to write with." 

As she held the page in her hand, confirming the accuracy of the information that had been printed onto the form, her initials appeared in a blank space following the statement, "I CONFIRM THAT THE INFORMATION ON THIS PAGE IS ACCURATE." 

Sandra thought, "That's very weird and hard to explain, but I guess this page is done. Let's look on the bright side. Thanks to the tea, that should not be a problem." 

She flipped the first document over and discovered that the next one contained various demographic details about herself and Eric, including their ages (with birth dates), occupations, address, their heights and weights, their allergies, emergency contact numbers, their gross incomes, their ethnicities (Caucasian X 2) and religious affiliations (none X 2), and their social and economic political orientations (they were both categorized as very socially liberal and moderately economically liberal). Sandra couldn't find any inaccuracies on the form, so her initials magically appeared, once again, at the proper location at the bottom. Sandra was impressed and a bit unsettled by how much information they had on herself and her husband, but any people who can select people and unconsciously compel them to travel to an isolated, though lavish, Ontario resort must have the means to find out basic demographic information about their guests.

Ok, done with that page. Sandra peeled it to the side to see what was next. The next document consisted of several pages made of a glossy type of paper that were stapled together at the top, left-hand corner. The title of the document, judging by what was written at the top of the first page, was, "GUEST PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS". Her name was typed in directly below this heading. Just below that, Sandra read the following instruction: "PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR FACIAL FEATURES". This request was a bit frustrating, since Sandra didn't have a pen or pencil to write everything down. She sat there wondering how in the world she was supposed to complete the forms without anything to write with. A couple of minutes passed with Sandra taking this opportunity to take some sips of water. Turning her gaze back to the sheet of paper, she noticed an image gradually appearing on the page. Over the course of about 30 seconds, Sandra watched a glossy image of her own face emerge. Sandra normally hated getting her picture taken, but she couldn't deny that this one looked great, like the cover of a fashion magazine. It was just her directing a fierce, top model gaze at the camera. 

Sandra thought, "Wow. That's very cool. Eric is going to love that when he does his. That is some crazy technology..." 

As Sandra marvelled, her initials appeared at the bottom of the page, as it had on the previous documents. She flipped to the next page, and there she discovered another instruction: "PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR LEGS AND FEET". She looked down at the slim, well-toned limbs poking out from her sundress and then stared at the page as two images emerged; a front-view of legs up to mid-thigh level and feet that rested in a pair of black high heel shoes and a rear-view of the same legs in the same pair of shoes. 

She thought, "Maybe those aren't even my legs." 

So, she inspected them carefully for the few moles that were scattered her and there on her shins and thighs. It was easy to confirm that the same moles on her were also on the same locations as the legs in the picture. The legs looked terrific on the paper, but neither them or her face had been airbrushed of moles or freckles. She convinced herself that it definitely was her own legs in the picture. 

She thought, "I'm not sure why they would really need information about my legs, but I'm very impressed!" Then, matter-of-factly, she thought, "I have awesome legs." While she was musing, her initials appeared at the bottom of the page. 

She turned the page over and then stared fixedly at the instruction on the following page, as her jaw slowly dropped. The instruction was: "PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR BREASTS". Sandra thought, "Oh, no...", and squirmed a bit in her seat. She looked around to check that the room was still empty. It was, and she was relieved, but she still felt her face flush hotly as two images gradually emerged on the page. One picture was of a profile of her handful-sized bare breasts and the other was a frontal view. There was no doubt that they were hers, based on the same type of distinctive attributes that she used to recognize her own legs on the previous page. They did appear a bit oiled and shimmery, like the centerfold's breasts in a Playboy magazine, but it was still easy for her to tell that, yep, those are my nipples and, ya, those certainly are my firm little titties. As before, initials appeared in the proper location. Sandra was a bit nervous to move on to the next page, so she took another drink of water. She felt a bit, well, exposed, from the shock of her perky rack appearing in two-dimensional form, even though they did look great.

She turned to the next page and encountered the instruction: "PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR PUSSY". She tensed and closed the folder and tossed it to her left. She thought, "'PUSSY', really?" She could feel herself blushing brightly and her mouth went dry. She took a moment to pour herself another cup of hot tea and sat back for a sip, trying not to spill with her arms trembling from the insanely personal nature of the check-in documents at this resort. She took a sip and her anxiety dropped to zero, almost at the same instant she felt the hot liquid slide down her throat. As before, she also felt surprisingly confident, as before, but it was more than that. She also felt completely shameless. Her embarrassment at her breasts appearing on the form vanished. Instead, she felt aroused about how pretty they looked. She turned to that page again and admired them, as though she could do so objectively for the first time in her life. Yes, they were small, but she seemed able to imagine what they would look like from a man's perspective and her mouth started watering a bit; she had the odd desire to suck on them and slide her hard penis between them. She shook her head to re-focus. After another sip of tea, she placed the cup back on the tray. 

"Ok.", she thought, "Now that I think about it, 'PUSSY' seems a very sexy label to use. Anyway, I'm sure that this will all just go in some dusty file cabinet, somewhere. The folder has the word "CONFIDENTIAL" printed on it, after all. I suppose there is some reason for needing this information. Maybe it's for blackmail, so that we don't tell anyone about this ultra-exclusive resort. Maybe it's for spa treatments..."

She flipped to the next page and a full-page image of the front of her nude body emerged, depicting everything from her waist to the middle of her thighs. The folds between her legs were completely free of hair, which was consistent with Sandra's daily shaving ritual. 

She thought, "Yes, that's definitely my pussy. I'd know it anywhere." 

Initials appeared at the bottom of the page, but this time there were also the words, "...continued on the next page". She was now relaxed and happy, with her anxiety from before replaced by a strong curiosity. She turned the page and her eyes-widened as three images appeared. On the top third of the page, there was full-frontal picture of her nude body lying on a bed; her eyes were staring directly at the camera she had a slight smirk on her face. The middle third was occupied by a naked picture of her sitting on the side of a bed with her legs spread wide and an expression that a person would make if they just got caught doing something naughty, but they don't feel particularly remorseful about it. The bottom image showed her with her legs spread, as in the previous one, but the picture was taken from above. Also, her knees were pulled up, such that her feet were resting just below her rear end. In this image, her eyes were closed and the expression signalled deep arousal. 

This was a view of her privates that Sandra had never had before. Again, instead of embarrassment, she experienced only arousal, feeling her own, three-dimensional pussy getting slippery. Her reaction was strange, as when viewing her breasts. She couldn't help imagining sticking a hard penis into the vagina owned by the woman in the image. She wanted celebrate the beauty of it so dramatically that she had the strongest desire to squirt a load of semen in and all over it and all over her stomach and chest. She wanted to suck on the woman in the image, tasting her all over. She shook her head vigorously, again. She thought, "How is it possible for me to objectify myself? Regardless, I am very delicious looking...but, I know I never had these pictures taken. They must be computer-generated phonies, I guess." 

Now, she was only excited to see what was on the next page. Having spent enough time reflecting on her obscene poses, she turned to the next page and encountered the instruction: "PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR SWEET, SWEET ASS". Sandra wondered if that was a typo, because the language seemed a bit suggestive for a professional resort and/or spa. It's one thing to call a vagina a pussy, but this was a notch more lusty even. She didn't feel offended, either because of the tea or because she was already beyond the point of being offended, after having gone through the previous pages. Soon, a full-page nude image of her rear view from waist to mid-thigh appeared on the page. Her bottom was small, yet round and firm. Her legs were parted just slightly, such that her little vagina pouch was just visible, tucked behind her asscheeks. 

"Yep, there's my bottom", she confirmed, mentally, and her initials appeared. As with the previous full-page image of her pussy, this page also had, "...continued on the next page", written on the bottom, right-hand side. 

"Oh, boy,...", she thought. 

She turned the page and two images appeared. The top image showed her bent over a bed with her legs spread wide beneath her, displaying her tight thigh and calf muscles blending seamlessly with the hard, flexed muscles of her ass. The position provided a clear view of her pussy, with its lips spread apart, just below her other tight little puckered hole. The bottom image showed her naked body facing away from the camera on the bed with her legs spread about two feet apart. She was completely bent over at the waist and both of her hands were grasping the ankle of her left leg. Upside-down, her face peeked out from behind her leg with a cheerful expression. Sandra had an uncontrollable desire to bury her face between her own legs and seemed to acquire a new understanding as to why men would want to put their penis into a woman's ass. Indeed, she surprised herself by fantasizing about sliding a hard, lubricated cock alternately into her own pussy and ass and then spurting a load of cum over the entire area. Sandra's underwear was now noticeably damp from all of these arousing images and dirty thoughts; she was starting to feel desperate for an orgasm. 

"No, don't be ridiculous," she scolded herself. You cannot masturbate in a hotel lobby, even if it appears to be completely deserted." She decided to continue. 

She flipped to the next page and found the following instruction printed there: "PLEASE DESCRIBE THE FIRST TIME YOU HAD SEXUAL INTERCOURSE". 

Before she even had time to reflect, a full-page image appeared of her naked eighteen-year-old self in a dorm room bed with a large young guy on top of her. The image was from a perspective just above and in front of their heads, as though it sat behind her on the headboard. This perspective provided a view of his face, eyes open and with an expression of intense concentration; Sandra's face, eyes closed and mouth open in a gasp; and his hard penis halfway enveloped by Sandra's fully-shaved vagina. 

Sandra just nodded this time and thought, "Yes, that's how it happened...". 

Once again her initials appeared, and then she turned the page. The instruction stated: "PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR FAVOURITE SEXUAL POSITION". Without delay, an image of Sandra appeared, in profile. She was lying on her stomach with the side of her face pressed into a pillow, looking blissfully at the camera. Her knees were pulled up and spread apart, arranged so that her rear was tilted upwards, and just behind her, an unfamiliar dark-haired man had three-quarters of the length of his cock buried in her pussy. Now, the only thing Sandra could feel or think about was the throbbing that was emanating from her clitoris. Her thoughts were muddled, but she managed to recognize that it was definitely her in the picture and that, indeed, was her favourite position. Initials appeared, and Sandra was concerned that she would lose control if she needed to go through too many more pages like this. It seemed as though there were only a couple more pages in the booklet, so she supposed it was possible that she wouldn't cum all over the sectional before her task was complete.

On the next page, there was the instruction: "PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR DIRTIEST SEXUAL FANTASY". Two images then emerged. The top image was of Sandra, with the picture taken from a floor perspective, just behind and to her right-hand side. Sandra was nude, positioned on her hands and knees on a matted gymnasium floor. Underneath her was a very fit man and there was another equally well-formed man on top of her. The man underneath had the full-length of his cock in Sandra's pussy and the one on top had his cock fully buried in her ass. Also, on her hands and knees was a short, petite, big-breasted, fit woman with long, straight blonde hair, positioned so that her pussy lips were pressed into Sandra's face. It was apparent that Sandra was busy French-kissing the woman's pussy. The bottom image was from the same perspective and had Sandra in the same position, except that one of the men was kneeling in front of her and she was enthusiastically in the process of sucking his 8-inch cock, while the other man was behind, sliding his cock into her pussy. In this case, the woman's head was between Sandra's legs, with the length of her tongue deep in Sandra's pussy. 

Sandra reflected, "Interesting; a four-way, with two guys and a girl and some double-penetration. I haven't spent much time thinking about my dirtiest fantasy, but that looks like a crazy amount of fun." 

Then, she noticed that there was another, "continued...", prompt at the bottom of the page. She turned the page and found a full-page image from a more distant perspective than the ones on the previous page. That perspective revealed several rows of chairs arranged in a circle around the foursome, occupied by dozens of men and women, all of whom seemed to be rubbing themselves and a few of whom seemed even to have freed themselves of enough clothing to fully masturbate as they watched Sandra and her friends pleasure each other. Her initials appeared at the bottom of the page and Sandra could think of no reason to dispute them. 

She had never been an exhibitionist in her life. She never even flashed her tits to anyone that she wasn't involved with, before, like many of her friends did on a weekly basis during her university and law school years. Still, she couldn't deny a part of herself that wished she could be so provocative and admired the boldness. She had spent many nights going to see female strippers with male friends and boyfriends and very much admired the most confident ones that really appeared to enjoy their jobs. It wasn't at all difficult for her to concede that public, group sex would be her nastiest sexual fantasy. 

She flipped to the next page, and on it was written: "THANK-YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR RESPONSES. THEY WILL BE KEPT IN THE STRICTEST CONFIDENCE BY RESORT STAFF". The last document provided details about her and Eric's medical history and included indications that they were healthy, both mentally and physically, and that they were disease-free. There was also a statement: "I AGREE TO ABIDE BY ALL OF THE RULES OF THIS RESORT DURING MY STAY". She didn't know what the rules were for this resort and, appropriately, the space where her signature was meant to go remained blank. Obviously, there was nothing more she could do to complete her task right now, so she set the folder back on the tray. She tried very hard to manage her arousal levels, regularly telling her hands not to reach between her legs. She glanced at the clock on the wall above the front desk and discovered that it was now 11:00 AM. She considered the kind of space-aged technology that would allow the powerful folks who ran this resort to generate images of her in all of those poses and situations. Also, what magical substance was in that tea? 

"A person could get addicted to that tea," she speculated.



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Facilitators

Sandra sat back for a moment, her head swimming from the events of the past hour. As her thoughts gradually became less dreamy and sexual, she heard the door behind the front desk open. She brought her legs up onto the sectional, so that she could turn, sitting little mermaid style, to observe who was responsible for the clicking of hard-soled shoes on marble that echoed throughout the spacious lobby. Two young women were approaching, wearing the same uniform that Carly and Zoe had on, except that these women wore black strappy sandals, much like the ones Sandra was wearing. The first woman to emerge was no more than five-feet tall. She was thin and petite, with curly, blonde hair and, as she walked from the door, holding hands with her partner, Sandra considered that her hair appeared to be in constant, vibrant motion. This perception was an illusion caused by the jaunty way that the little woman walked and the animated way that she chatted with her partner as they made their approach. The other woman was Sandra's height and, unlike her tiny partner, she was busty with a slim waist that widened into a firm, round, bootylicious, style rear end. Her hair was long, straight, and dark and she had, bronze-coloured skin. The two women chatted happily as they walked, occasionally punctuating their conversation with moments of sincere, affectionate laughter. Once they found their way across the carpet and around the furniture that separated them from the sectional Sandra was lounging on, they came around and approached Sandra from her left. The taller, darker girl was holding a plate with a croissant.

As she placed the plate on the tray that was partly occupied by Sandra's tea instruments, Sandra stood up to greet them. The dark-haired woman immediately hugged Sandra affectionately and said softly into her left ear, "Hi. I'm Clarissa." After releasing Sandra, Clarissa then stepped away and gestured to her little blonde companion and said, "This is Heidi". Heidi smiled and then collided into Sandra for an embrace. 

Meanwhile, Sandra said, "It's very nice to meet you both. Thank-you for delivering a snack for me. I was starting to get a bit hungry." 

Heidi loosened her hold of Sandra after a few moments and Sandra alternately regarded these two beauties beaming brightly at her. Clarissa said, "I love your dress. It's very pretty. Don't you think so, Heidi?" Heidi bit her lower lip and nodded emphatically in Sandra's direction. 

Sandra said, "Well, thanks!", leaning forward to reach for the croissant. Retrieving it from the plate, she sat back down in the sectional and used her thumb and index finger to pinch off a piece of it. Eating a chunk, she responded, "Mmmmm...this is delicious!" 

Sandra thought to herself that it tasted like a buttery piece of heaven. As she sat eating, Clarissa and Heidi sat down on either side of her, with Clarissa on the left and Heidi on the right. Leaving no room between themselves and Sandra, the two of them crossed their legs, such that Sandra had one of each girl's knees leaning against each of her thighs. Provoked by the coziness of their situation, Sandra chuckled and remarked to her croissant, "Folks here are very affectionate, no?" 

Clarissa replied, "It is very important for us to make sure that the guests feel very welcome, but we aren't making you uncomfortable?" 

Sandra reflected for a moment and then said, still looking mainly at the croissant in her hand, "Usually I don't prefer strangers to get too close, but it seems so natural in this context. It does feel very welcoming. You both smell very, very good and you feel...well...really nice. No, I can honestly say that I'm the opposite of uncomfortable, right now." 

Heidi said, "Oh, good!", resting her head briefly on Sandra's shoulder. 

Between bites, Sandra asked, "Now that you're here. Can you explain why this room is so empty besides the three of us? I would have thought there'd be more people this late in the morning."

Clarissa answered, "This room is just for checking guests in and we never check in different guest parties at the same time. Once you are finished, there will be another guest coming along. This resort accommodates about 200 guests at a time and we always operate very close to capacity." 

"It seems like a very big room to use for people to check in one at a time, although I do appreciate the privacy," Sandra said, reflecting on the personal nature of the check-in documents.

Heidi said, "Yes, we need this space so that we can introduce you to the rest of the staff. That will happen pretty soon. Everyone is very excited to meet you."

Almost finished her croissant, Sandra thought about how impressive their commitment was to making the guests feel important. A reward for good behaviour, indeed! Once she swallowed the last piece of her snack, Heidi inquired, "Now, are you ready for us to go over your check-in documents with you?"

Sandra froze and could almost feel the colour draining from her face. Her heart started pounding uncomfortably. She shook her head and said, "No...I don't think so." 

Heidi responded with one of the most adorable looks of confusion that Sandra had ever seen and asked, "But, why? Are you shy?" 

Clarissa chimed in, grasping Sandra left knee, "Yes, what's the matter? Why don't you want us to look through them?"

Sandra responded in a good-natured, but exasperated, voice, "You'd both need to get naked, too, before I agree to that." 

At that, the two girls stood up, almost in unison, and pulled their bikini tops over their head, provoking Sandra to shout and put a hand on each of their, well, rear ends, as it turned out. "Wait! I was joking! I mean, you don't have to do that!" 

Standing their topless with Sandra's hand on their ass, they turned to face her and looked at her a bit blankly and then they looked at each other and then back at Sandra again. Sandra realized where she, in haste, had placed her hands and quickly pulled them back and pressed them into her lap. Heidi said, "Clarissa, she told us to get naked..." 

Clarissa said, "Yes, but she said she was joking, so that means she does NOT want us to get naked." 

Heidi persisted, "I know, but we are supposed to do precisely what she TELLS us, so we should get fully naked now." 

Clarissa replied, "If we are confused, it's ok for us to check. Should we?" 

After nodding to each other, the two girls turned to Sandra. Nervously, Clarissa sought clarification, "Sandra, we are so sorry, but we want to make sure we understand what you want. Please accept our sincere apology. Do you want us to be naked now?"

It occurred to Sandra that she had not been in a more unusual situation in her life. She was certain that nobody had ever asked her anything like this before. She sat there for a few moments not quite knowing how to respond. Then, finally, she said, "Wait. Before I answer that question, are you both required to do whatever I ask?" 

Heidi replied, "Sort of. We WANT to do whatever you ask and we are also required to. It's our job and our purpose. Also, our current task is to look through your documents with you. In effect, that means we will do anything necessary for you to agree to do that with us. We know all about the documents and we do understand your reservations, but there really is no need to be shy with us." 

Clarissa nodded her agreement. Sandra paused for another couple of moments with her brow furrowed in thought and puzzlement. She declared, with mild irritability, "I don't know why it's so important that you look at them with me. The details are quite personal. I thought they would be kept private." 

Clarissa responded, "Oh, they will be! You can be confident of that. Well, except for us, that is." 

Sandra laughed at this seeming contradiction. She put her head in her hands reflected on their request and mentally shrugged. She looked up and informed the girls, "Fine, we can look through them together." 

The two girls clapped and happily jumped up and down shouting, "Yay!" 

Watching them bounce made Sandra realize that she had technically made them take their tops of for her and, also, that she didn't answer their question about whether she wanted them to get naked. Consequently, she said, "Oh, and I was just joking about your needing to get naked, but I guess I might actually feel better about you both looking at my...umm...forms if you were a bit exposed, too. But, please don't take anything else off." The two girls grinned and sat back down beside Sandra, as before.

Sandra felt a bit like a younger, female Hugh Hefner, sitting as she was, squished in between two bare-breasted goddesses. Making the Playboy Mansion feel even stronger, the girls sat angled toward her with each outside leg crossed over the other, such that each of them had one foot resting against one of Sandra's shins. The more distracting consequence was that both of their breasts were in perpetual, jiggly contact with her arms. Sandra felt as though she had worked hard to regain a cool state of mind and body, after being extremely sexually bothered by completing the check-in documents. The closeness, warmth, and softness of Clarissa and Heidi's bodies were causing a renewed ache between her legs. She had never been so close to two beautiful, half-naked women. There were plenty of beautiful, completely naked women in the change room at her gym, but Sandra never had any prolonged physical contact with them. 

Sandra reminded herself about what her companions had told her regarding their requirement to go over the check-in documents with her by any means necessary. She told them, "Ok, I will go over my documents with you, but you must first answer a couple of my questions." 

Clarissa said, "Of course!" 

Sandra continued, "I found the contents of the check-in documents to be very intimate. The technology involved is a separate issue, which I don't think there is any reason you would be able to explain. However, why would it be necessary for the resort to know such personal things about guests?"

Heidi responded, "Sandra, it is all part of our treatment. All of our guests find the check-in process uncomfortable, even though we try to make it as gentle as we possibly can. You have stayed longer than some of our guests, but almost all of them stick it out and are very glad that they did in the end. The system for choosing guests would not have selected you, unless you were the type of person that would most likely be up for it. Still, we expect guests to have some reservations, particularly a skilled, sceptical lawyer, like you. We hope it's enough just to say that we believe the process will be very good for you and Eric. We want to reassure you that we don't mean you any harm and we will not let anything harmful happen to you. You will be glad you visited here and, when you leave, you will be ready to take on the world. When you think about it, what has gone on so far is not even as intimate as a Brazilian wax that you might get at a beauty salon." 

Sandra couldn't disagree with that last statement, although she much preferred to shave herself than to have hair ripped off her ass by a stranger. Heidi's mentioning Eric prompted the next question. She said, "Oh, yes, that reminds me. What about Eric?" 

Apparently, it was Clarissa's turn to respond. "Members of close couples, like you and Eric, have many similarities, but also lots of differences. Our treatment must be tailored to individual guests, even when they visit us in groups. Other members of the resort staff are busy helping him get settled so that, as a couple, the two of you can enjoy your stay here to the fullest." 

Sandra nodded her head, conveying understanding. She found these answers quite satisfactory and imminently sensible. Now, she knew that she had postponed going over her documents for long enough and she could feel an anxiety build up in her chest. Her two hosts seemed to sense this. 

Heidi leaned forward and poured another cup of tea from the pot. "Here, Sandra, have some more tea," she said. Sandra thanked her and took a big gulp, drawing an involuntary, "Mmmm," from her lips. As before, her anxiety disappeared and, this time, an almost eagerness to share her documents with the two women replaced it. She felt strangely excited. It reminded her of the thrill she experienced as a teenager when she did something naughty, like lighting firecrackers with her friends or letting one of the boys from the neighbourhood feel around under her top or under her skirt. As a grown-up, it is rare to have those kinds of feelings, and Sandra was grateful for it. She was ready. She set the cup back on the tray.

"Ok, girls, here we go," she asserted as she reached for the folder on the table. She put the folder on her lap and opened it to the first page. She explained, "So, as you probably know, these are just details about us. That's all accurate." 

Looking intently and pressed up against Sandra's shoulder, the girls both nodded. Sandra flipped the page. "Here are some more details about us that are true." Heidi and Clarissa's seemed to be trembling slightly as they nodded and Heidi muttered, somewhat breathlessly, "Ok, that's good....ummm, very...ummm...good." 

Moving along, Sandra found herself staring at the first page of the booklet. She told them, "Well, obviously that's me there." 

Clarissa exhaled, "So pretty...," as Heidi signalled agreement with a sensual, "Mmmm...hmmmm". 

Heidi added, "You have such sexy eyes and your lips look so kissable!" 

"Yes, and I love your short hair," continued Clarissa.

In Sandra, these reactions seemed to initiate an electrical impulse that bounced back and forth for several moments between her heart and her clitoris. Although the two girls were keeping her quite warm, she couldn't suppress a shiver. 

Heidi responded, "Oh, no! You're cold." The two of them began softly rubbing her arms and legs, which were now covered in goose bumps. 

Sandra appreciated their concern and used the opportunity to unleash a few more shivers, as the friction from their hands were helping smooth out her goose bumps. After about a minute, she said, "Oh, I'm ok. Thanks very much for your compliments. I guess it's time to turn the page?"

Heidi agreed, laughing, "Yes, definitely, since I can see your face in 3D, already!" 

Sandra chuckled. She turned the page to the front- and rear-view images of her legs. Clarissa reacted, "Very nice. They're so smooth and toned. Beautiful!"

Heidi contributed, "Yes, they're fantastic," and she reinforced this opinion by reaching down and sliding her hand along Sandra's right calf. She smirked at Clarissa and added, "They're much better in person, I must say." 

Clarissa squeezed Sandra's knee and casually declared, "Well, obviously."

Sandra grinned at them both, in turn, and inquired, chuckling, "Are you two done? I very much appreciate your admiration, so you can feel free to take as long as you need." 

Clarissa giggled and responded, "No, I guess we're ready. Heidi?"

"Yes, I want to see more of your stuff. Let's move along," Heidi confirmed, grinning.

At that, Sandra flipped the page to the front- and side-view images of her bare breasts. Heidi reacted, "Oh my...". Meanwhile, Clarissa stared at the images intently, biting her lower lip. There was an awkward, silent pause filled only by Sandra alternately looking at each of her hostesses, who seemed momentarily paralyzed. 

Clarissa whispered in a just audible voice, "They look kissable, too...". 

Heidi contributed, "Ummmm........uh.......huh.", and then she nodded and wetted her lips. 

"Yep, those are my boobs," Sandra asserted.

Clarissa looked down and held her breasts in her hands, pushing them together. She noted, "Your nipples are a lot like mine. Long, round ones." Glancing over at Heidi, she continued, "Heidi's are shorter and pointier than ours." 

Sandra found herself staring a little too seriously at Clarissa's breasts as she held them up and had to take a deep breath. After a few moments, Clarissa abruptly let go of them and they dropped back into position, accompanied by a brief bounce. Once again, the world seemed to be moving in slow motion and Sandra felt Clarissa's hand squeeze her knee again. Clarissa said, "Sweetie, I've caught you staring, but you are very welcome to do it. Also, it's only fair since we are busy looking at a picture of yours." 

Sandra blushed slightly and shook her head, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I was gawking at them, but they are terrific..."

Clarissa replied, "No, don't apologize. I'm glad that you like them."

Sandra nodded and glanced over at Heidi just in time to see her lightly pinching her left then her right nipple between her thumb and index finger. She looked over at the other two women and smiled. 

Sandra was mesmerized again, this time by Heidi's chest, but her focus was broken by Clarissa, who stated, authoritatively, "Heidi is very proud of her little pointy nips." As confirmation, Sandra watched as Heidi brushed each nipple with her right hand, as though she was dusting them off. As she looked, she felt herself actually gulping.

Sandra stated, "In hindsight, looking over my documents really is much easier with you two topless. Shall we continue?"

Clarissa and Heidi simultaneously replied, "Ok!"

As she turned the page to the front-view image of her vagina, she actually heard her two hostesses gasp. Heidi blurted, "Yum! Shaved pussy..." 

It was obvious that Clarissa had a bit more control over her emotions than Heidi. Nevertheless, she leaned in to get a closer look at the image and used her finger to trace the creases of Sandra's pussy with her finger. Sandra could feel both of their hearts pounding. She asked, "So, you both really like women, then?" 

Clarissa looked over at Sandra and explained, "Of course, but no more than you do." 

Sandra had been long aware of her unrequited attraction to beautiful women, but she was still surprised that these strange women were somehow aware of it. She supposed it wasn't that surprising, however, considering all of the other things they knew about her and Eric and how they lured them to this resort in the first place. She simply nodded and said, "Ok, that's fair. Yes, I can safely confirm that that is, indeed, my pussy."

Heidi said, "I love it. It's adorable. Eric must just love to pound that thing." 

Laughing, Sandra confirmed, "Yes, he certainly does, among other things."

Sandra turned the page, revealing the naughty spread-legged perspectives of her vagina. She noticed Heidi's jaw drop and then Heidi exclaimed, "Clarissa! That is too hot! Am I seriously expected not to touch myself? My panties are already soaking wet. Sandra, you don't mind if I...ummm...pleasure myself, while I look at your pictures, do you?" Heidi gave Sandra a look of desperate pleading.

Clarissa responded a bit fiercely, "Heidi, you know the rules! You must control yourself. I'm sorry, Sandra, but this is Heidi's first check-in. She didn't really know what to expect and these images are more provocative than she anticipated. You can't really blame her for wanting to...well, you know...but it isn't allowed. It is a violation of the treatment."

Sandra nodded. She looked at Heidi with sincere compassion, since the thought of touching herself seemed like a fantastic idea. She noticed that there were actually tears forming in Heidi's eyes. She put her hand on Heidi's thigh to comfort her and said, "It's ok, Heidi. To be honest, all of this makes me want to rub my own pussy raw. Let's keep going. We can make it through this." Heidi closed her eyes and nodded, but the feel of Sandra's hand on her thigh didn't exactly help her regain composure. 

Shortly thereafter, Heidi rubbed her eyes and smiled, "Yes, ok. I just didn't know it would be this difficult. I mean look at you!" She gestured, almost angrily, at the images.




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 03



Sandra responded, "Well, yes, that's definitely me, but I never did those poses for a camera."

Heidi pointed out, "No, but you could."

"Yes, I suppose that's true," Sandra agreed.

Clarissa added, "I think that you are one of the hottest guests we've had here. I don't blame Heidi for coming close to losing it. It was probably unfair to make you her first check-in, with your sexy little body and your cute, shaved little pussy. I'm having trouble keeping it together, myself. Looking at you in those positions make me want to strap on a dildo and slide it into you until you scream. Incidentally, that would also be against the rules..."

Sandra found that last comment very distracting, but she shook her head and decided to move along, before Heidi exploded. She turned the page over and revealed the full-page image of her naked bottom. Clarissa and Heidi leaned forward, almost ravenously. Clarissa glanced over at Heidi, who had a growing look of distress on her face. Sandra broke the silence: "...and that would be my ass...".

Clarissa cleared her throat and remarked, "So hot...".

Heidi said, simply, "I love it...," and traced the curves of it on the page with two fingers.

Clarissa protested, mildly, "Heidi, you're blocking my view, sweetie." 

Heidi smiled and pulled her hand away. Sandra joked, "You girls just let me know when your finished feasting on my ass."

They both giggled and Clarissa said, "Ok, we can go onto the next page, if Heidi's ready."

Heidi nodded and said, "Yep, I'm ready."

Sandra turned to the next page, which was covered in the full-bodied nudes that featured her in different body arrangements and prominently featured her ass cheeks, among others of her intimate parts, from three different angles.

Heidi responded immediately by grasping the edge of the page with her hand and exclaiming, "Really, Clarissa?! You can't be serious!"

She was clearly distraught and threw her head back against the couch, closing her eyes tightly. Her breathing was heavy. Clarissa and Sandra just stared at her, giving her a moment. Eventually, she pulled her legs into a cross-legged position and grabbed the hem of her skirt between her legs. She pulled the material down, pressing it hard between her legs. As she did so, she exhaled a low-pitched groan. 

Sandra's mind flashed and she felt as though the skirt material was pressing down on her own pussy. She also perceived a searing ache between her legs. She found herself looking at Heidi, again, feeling horrible about the torment the little woman was going through. 

As Heidi pressed her skirt down, Clarissa said, in a warning tone of voice, "Heidi...". This prompted Heidi to let go. She sighed deeply and opened her eyes.

Sandra felt bad for her, but was also a bit amused by the whole situation. She put a hand on Heidi's knee and said, mock reassuringly, "Don't worry, babe, you'll only need to look a my privates a little bit longer."

Heidi, closed her eyes again, trying to compose herself, and explained, emphatically, "No, you're pictures are so sexy. It's all I can do to hold back my drooling. It's just that it's so cruel that I can't touch myself. It's a violation, but I didn't think it would be this difficult. It is so very aggravating."

As Sandra listened to Heidi describe her torment, she couldn't help but think about how adorable Heidi was, with her little body and her quivering red lips that looked as though they were designed by the Bratz company. When Heidi stopped her mini-rant, an image invaded Sandra's mind, starring herself, leaning forward and kissing Heidi's cute lips. She closed her eyes to clear the image and when she opened them, she discovered that her lips actually were pressed against Heidi's. She heard Heidi say, "Mmmmm...", and Sandra felt Heidi wrap her arms around her neck and slide her tongue into Sandra's mouth. They spent more than a minute engaged in tongue explorations of each others' lips, mouth, and tongues and Sandra investigated Heidi's hair and back with her hands. 

Eventually, the two women separated and Sandra muttered, "Oh, my...", staring into Heidi's eyes. Sandra then turned to look at Clarissa, who was smiling broadly. Again, her mind flashed and she imagined leaning over, brushing back Clarissa's hair, and pressing her lips against her neck. When she regained focus on reality, she found that her lips were attached to Clarissa's neck and that her hands were exploring the hostess's firm, smooth bare back. Clarissa turned her head down and her lips touched Sandra's. The feel of another soft pair of lips was irresistible to Sandra and, thus, began another enthusiastic kissing session, equal in passion to the one Sandra shared with Heidi. As the two women kissed, Sandra experienced the extra sensation of Heidi's hands gently exploring her upper thighs, just above the hemline of her sundress. Some moments went by and Sandra pulled back gently from her embrace with Clarissa. She placed her hand on Clarissa's chest and looked earnestly up into her eyes. Between pants, she said, "Oh, no, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm doing...".

Clarissa responded, quietly, "Don't apologize. You're beautiful. It was all we could do to keep from kissing you sooner." She lightly touched Sandra's cheek with her hand.

"I've never kissed a woman before...", Sandra said, almost behaving as though she was in shock.

Heidi chimed in, "But, did you like it?"

Sandra, starting to relax, turned in Heidi's direction and answered, "Yes, very much. It felt so good." She followed her statement with a long sigh.

Clarissa interrupted, asserting, "Ok, girls, I think we've gone as far as we need to into these documents. Now, it's time to tell you about the rules of the resort, so that you can decide whether you can follow them."

Sandra nodded and Clarissa continued, "First, we need to let you know that the whole point of this resort is for you and Eric to do exactly what you want, whatever it is that you want to do. That's why it's such a great reward for good behaviour. Still, it can't be a total free-for-all. There are a couple of rules that I'll let you know about now, so that you can check-in. Other ones you'll find out about later, when it actually makes sense to tell you about them. Does that make sense?" 

Sandra nodded and Clarissa continued, "Ok, Rule #1 is actually for the staff, but you must agree for it to be any use at all. It states, simply, that a staff member of the resort must perform any action requested by a guest, unless it conflicts with a previous request by some other guest. Is that rule acceptable to you?"

Sandra wondered about whether that was a fair request from the staff members' point of view, but she let that go, for now. She said, "Yes, I can accept that."

Clarissa said, "Great! Rule #2 requires that no guest may cause serious physical harm to a staff member."

Sandra said, "That seems reasonable. I accept that rule."

"Ok, good," Clarissa replied, adding, "Rule #3 requires that no guest may be in a room without at least one other staff member also being present. The staff member must have a clear view of the guest's clothed or unclothed body."

Sandra reacted with some surprise to that rule, "Wow, ummmm, that is an odd one. I can think of some drawbacks to that, such as bathroom-related issues...".

Clarissa raised one eyebrow, "...but, can you accept it?"

Sandra thought about everything that Clarissa and Heidi had already seen of hers, so she reluctantly replied, "Oh, alright...sure, I accept that. It should be an interesting week, indeed...".

Clarissa responded, "Good! By the way, I was just curious about whether you'd agree before I told you that toilet-type interactions are exempt from this rule." 

"It's a stress-relief to know that," said Sandra.

Clarrisa continued, "Rule #4 requires that no guest may remove any article of clothing. If a guest requires removal of an article of clothing, they must request its removal by a staff member."

Sandra exclaimed, "Wow! Wait, I don't think so, Clarissa. That's going too far." 

Behind her, Sandra heard Heidi say, in a soft voice, "Really?" Sandra looked over at her other topless companion, who nonchalantly scanned the ceiling with her eyes and casually pulled bits of her skirt up toward her waist. Once again, Sandra actually felt herself gulp. She thought, "I'm such a cliché, right now." 

Sandra closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she looked over at Clarissa and said, "Do we get to pick our...ummmm...escorts?"

"No, that's up to the resort, I'm afraid," Clarissa explained.

Sandra spent a few moments scanning over Clarissa's face and body and then turned and did the same scan of Heidi's. She closed her eyes for a minute, in deep reflection. Finally, she said, looking straight ahead and nodding, "On second thought, I guess I can live with that rule, after all." 

Both Clarissa and Heidi clapped their hands, cheerfully. Clarissa declared, with a flourish, "That's all of the rules! You can consider yourself officially checked-in! Now, are you ready to meet the others?"



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Theatre

Eric watched Sandra accompany their two old greeters into the massive house and then turned and looked up into a cloudless blue sky. He stretched his arms out and strolled a distance back and forth in front of the mansion's façade, trying to use movement and the heat of the sun to revive the energy that the drive had drained from him. After several moments, he heard two male voices approaching from the left side of the house from the outward direction that Eric was facing. He turned that way and witnessed two men, one black and one white, who looked to be about age 25, walking toward him. They were approximately the same height, a few inches taller than Eric, and they wore identical crew-cut, red t-shirts and grey cargo shorts. They both appeared to be in good moods, as they laughed and talked their way to where Eric was standing. When they were close enough, the black man on the left extended his hand and said, "Eric! Hi! My name is Bryan."

Eric shook his hand and Bryan gestured with a head-tilt toward his companion, "This here is Mark". 

Eric grasped Mark's hand. He said, in the reflexive way that people do, "It's nice to meet you, Mark." 

Mark replied, "Same here. Welcome to the resort! We're just here to escort you and your bags to your cottage. But, first, do you want a coffee?"

"That would be great," Eric said. Each of the two men then picked up Eric and Sandra's bags and motioned for Eric to follow them around the corner from where they had emerged just a few moments earlier. 

Bryan explained, "On our way to the cottage, we'll pop by the resort's café."

The three men walked casually around the corner to the side of the mansion and then turned to the right down a path that became surrounded by trees and vegetation on both sides as the trio proceeded away from the main house. It was a pleasant setting and Eric found himself all the more grateful for the opportunity to get away from the city. As they walked, Brian and Mark alternately described features of the resort. They informed Eric that the resort had a full gym for working out, a track, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, each of which also had multiple adjacent hottubs. They talked about the resort's three five-star restaurants, two nightclubs, one old English-style pub, and that the resort was also host to every conceivable service for grooming and stress relief. After strolling for about fifteen minutes, the pathway opened up and the three men found themselves on a concrete walkway in the middle of what very much looked like the Main Street of a small town. The street extended for two regular-length city blocks to Eric's left and right, although there didn't appear to be any other access points other than the path that they had just exited and the continuation of the path on the opposite side of the street. There were resort guests walking here and there on the street and the walkway, all strikingly attractive and about Eric's age. Plus, there were countless beautiful twenty-something women wearing the same tiny outfit as Carly, the valet, and an equal multitude of twenty-something men wearing the same shorts/t-shirt combination as Eric and Bryan.

Eric remarked, "Wow, this is fantastic! It looks just like a main street from the 1950s."

Mark agreed, "Yes, it's pretty elaborate. Many of the resort services are here. Just across the street, on the left side of the path, is the theatre. There is where we present live shows or movies. Right beside the theatre is one of the resort's nightclubs, just to the right-side of the path. You can get an outstanding massage over there. Well, there'll be a map of all of our services in your cottage."

Eric just nodded and said, "Excellent."

Bryan gestured to the right and said, "But, for now, the café is just here." Eric followed his hosts into the café, which looked just like any other generic coffee shop that sells over-priced lattes and baked goods. Scattered about were a number of fluffy couches and chairs to lounge in, as well as coffee tables (naturally). All of the magic of caffeinated-beverage-making presumably occurred behind a long wooden bar. The shop had a about a dozen coffee drinkers distributed around the seating area. Four appeared to be solo; one woman and three men, dressed in what Eric had determined was the resort uniform. Two appeared to be members of a couple (a heterosexual one). One group of four (consisting of two women and two men) lounged, chatting together in the far right-hand corner across from the bar. One more woman, dressed in the resort uniform, was busy clearing and wiping down some tables. The Asian woman was about Eric's height and had long straight black hair down to her waist. She appeared to be the same youthful age as all of the rest of the resort staff. Bryan greeted her with a wave, "Hey, Kira!" 

Kira stood up and turned, looked intently at Eric and smiled sweetly. She put a finger up as a non-verbal signal for, "just a sec", and walked over to place the clean-up tray she was holding onto the bar. She then turned and walked briskly up to Eric, wrapped her arms around him tightly, and buried the side of her head into his chest." 

She said, "It's so nice to meet you, Eric. We were so excited to learn that you and Sandra would be coming." Then, she pulled back, still holding him, and looked up into his eyes with a smirk. 

She turned and looked over at Mark, adding, "My, are our guests getting sexier all the time? Looking at this one gives me such a tingle."

Eric laughed and couldn't seem to resist wrapping his own arms around her, briefly, in a tight hug. He let her go and stepped back, blushing a little. "Thank-you very much, Kira. I appreciate warm welcomes." 

"Eric would like a coffee. I think he could use a pick-me-up after his trip," Mark mentioned.

Kira stared at Eric and said, in a mischievous tone, "He wants to pick me up? That shouldn't be difficult for him. The question is, what happens after he picks me up. What WOULD we DO?" She punctuated her statement by looking up and away and bringing her right index finger up to her lips, in a phony expression of thoughtful problem-solving. She let her gaze make its way down from Eric's face to his midsection and then, finally, down to his crotch area.

Blushing more deeply, Eric responded, unable to suppress a smile, "Ahem...for now, I think just some coffee. Milk and sugar, please."

Kira winked, spun around, and walked briskly to her post behind the bar. As she walked away, she purposefully tossed the back of her skirt up, providing Eric and anyone else who happened to be looking a brief glimpse of her brown rear end. Bryan noted, just so that Eric could hear, "I think the thong undies are the best feature of the girls' uniform. It's a bit distracting, though, am I right?" He continued, more loudly, "Kira, Eric's a new arrival, so you should be gentle with him. Like maybe tone it down by half or something."

Now facing them from behind the bar and in the midst of pouring Eric's coffee into a cardboard cup, Kira informed them, "Baby, this IS me taking it easy on him. Eric, I hope you come by tomorrow once you're settled. I have a feeling we're going to be best friends, and I can't wait to meet Sandra."

Eric walked up to the bar and retrieved his now-prepared coffee from Kira's outstretched arm. "Thanks very much, I do look forward to coming by here again. Maybe I'll see you later." 

"Definitely," replied Kira, "I've put a little something special in that coffee for you." Kira winked again and said, "Have a nice day, fresh meat." As Eric turned slowly and walked away, he heard Kira chuckling, mostly sweetly, but also with a barely detectable pinch of evil. 

Eric followed behind Bryan and Mark as they made their way back outside. Once on the sidewalk, Bryan turned and said, "Eric, we need to run up ahead with your bags to the cottage. I guess your space isn't quite ready yet. Why don't you relax and have your coffee? Go check out the theatre. Someone will be around to get you there quite soon to take you the rest of the way."

Eric said, "Ok. Thanks, guys." The two men took turns shaking Eric's hand in a farewell gesture. 

Eric decided to take Bryan's advice and look around the theatre across the street. He walked across, past the box offices, and then through the unlocked front door. He briefly inspected the lobby and concessions area, before entering the theatre proper. The theatre was quite large. It was probably large enough to accommodate several hundred audience members. Like most theatres, the entrance was a considerably higher elevation than the floor at the front. The intervening area was filled with rows of long leather benches. The seating was arranged in wide curves, to the right and left of a four-foot wide, red carpeted path. On each side, the seating was continuous across the theatre floor. There were no flip-up chairs or arm rests, as is most typical in movie theatres. Four feet of leg room separated each row, which was another feature that distinguished this theatre from the more tightly-packed theatres that Eric was used to. 

At the far side of the room, Eric faced a stage that appeared to be elevated between 3 and 4 feet above the height of the theatre floor. Just beyond the edge of the stage hung a mammoth, blue curtain. A wide projector screen was mounted from the ceiling above the stage. Noticing the screen drew Eric's attention to the artwork on the ceiling, which was a vibrant mural that seemed to depict resort locations, including the large mansion that Eric encountered upon their arrival and the small town street that he was now exploring. Figures of male and female resort staff, in their respective uniforms were present, along with resort guests, wearing a variety of different types of clothing. Here and there, as Eric looked more carefully, there were depictions of nude men and women engaged in a variety of sex acts with themselves or with one or more partners. Eric noted that the gender mix of participants engaged in these activities also varied. 

As he scanned the ceiling, noticing the many copulations, he wandered over to the right and seated himself at the far end of the seating row at the back of the theatre. The rear of the theatre was dark. Only the lights directly in front of the stage were currently lit. Eric directed his attention to the coffee in his hand and took a long sip from the spout. Setting the cup down on his right knee, he felt a brief burning sensation in his belly. As it vanished, he experienced the surprising sensation of fingers fondling the shaft and tip of his penis. Gradually, he could feel his cock expand and strain against the fabric of his shorts, at which time the ghost fingers began stroking the shaft, until the large knob at the end throbbed hotly. Eric leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling again. Now, the partly realistic, partly animated-looking figures on the ceiling were in motion, with staff members and guests engaged in enthusiastic carnal activities. Some couplings and group comings-together were the same nude figures that Eric saw when he perceived the mural as a static image. He watched new figures emerge to commence stripping off clothing before they began sucking, riding, or otherwise banging one or more other nearby figures. Eric's cock throbbed still harder at the elaborate orgy taking place above his head. He started to feel light-headed, so he closed his eyes and the dizzy sensation relaxed its grip slightly, but it still seemed like a hand retained a warm, tight grip on his cock. As he took another sip of coffee, he considered whether Kira had anything to do with whatever erotic acid trip he was going through. A sound originating from a door to the right of the stage, directly in front of where Eric was sitting, interrupted these speculations.

A man about Eric's age walked into the theatre from the side door and was scanning the ceiling mural, as Eric had done. He slowly wandered toward the area at the center of the stage. The man was quite tall, definitely taller than 6 feet. He was clean-shaven and with longish straight blonde hair. He didn't appear to be an employee of the resort, because he wasn't wearing the standard uniform that Bryan and Mark were wearing. He was wearing blue jeans and a buttoned-up, mainly-green plaid shirt. He was fit and good-looking, just like everyone here seemed to be. Following him through the door was a male member of the resort staff; as tall, fit, and good-looking as the others Eric had met, but this time with features that led Eric to infer him as possibly Indian. 

Eric was just about to call out and wave to the two men when Carly, the valet, burst through the door just in front of the stage, but to the far left of the theatre. Carly was carrying a little bag around her shoulder. As she walked across the front of the stage, she waved and smiled cheerfully at the men who had just entered the theatre. She appeared to be on her way to some destination beyond where the male guest was standing. As she approached, however, the guest reached out with both hands and gently halted her progress by placing one hand on each of her shoulders. The male staff member that had accompanied the guest settled into the front row of the seating area, directly in front of where Eric was sitting. Carly stopped and looked up at the guest who had halted her progress, still smiling brightly, but now with a look of polite anticipation. The man said something to her that Eric couldn't make out. In response, Eric could see her tilt her head down slightly, and her eyes looked up at him. She flashed a sly grin at him and Eric lip-read her verbal response as, "Of course."

Carly broke the man's contact with her shoulders and set the bag she was carrying on the right-hand side of the stage. Then, she walked over toward center stage and climbed up, positioning herself on her hands and knees, with her head pointed toward the curtain and her rear end pointed toward the seating area. The guest positioned himself on his knees directly behind Carly. He rubbed his hands together for a moment and then pushed the skirt that was mostly covering Carly's ass up onto her back. He put a hand on each asscheek, squeezing and rubbing them. 

Eric could hear Carly gasping even at his distance from the two of them. Carly looked back at the guest, with a lustful expression and biting her lower lip. He used his right hand and rubbed his middle finger several times over the g-string separating the two halves of Carly's tush. He grasped the strings wrapped around her hips and pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs, bringing into disorienting view her two fully-shaved, pink openings. The guest placed his hands on either side of Carly's hips and pressed his face against her ass and pussy. Eric could hear lips smacking against lips and a high-pitched, involuntary, "Uhhhh...huhhhhh", escaping from Carly's mouth. The slurping went on for several minutes and Eric found himself unable to tear his attention away from the couple. He couldn't feel the ghost fingers in his pants anymore, but the scene he was witnessing meant that he could still feel his own heartbeat along the length and at the bulging tip of his penis. He squirmed a bit in his chair from the discomfort. 

Eventually, the guest separated his lips and tongue from Carly's pussy and rear, stood up, and smacked her right asscheek, playfully. Eric heard him mutter something and Carly promptly pulled off her bikini top and removed her panties the rest of the way. She turned around, sitting on the edge of the stage with her feet hanging down almost to the floor of the seating area. She smiled and winked, provocatively. She grinned up at guest as she unbuttoned/unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his ankles. Staring hungrily at the bulge in his underwear, she spent a moment rubbing his cock through the material of his briefs, while maintaining eye contact with him and her grin. She slowly pulled his pants and briefs down to bunch them up at mid-thigh level. 

The guest's cock was partially erect and readily became fully so as Carly stroked it into firmness with her right hand, maintaining intense glares alternately between the guest's face and his thick, six-inch or so cock. As Carly stroked him, she began to use a finger to rub her own clitoris with the same rhythm. The sensation caused her to close her eyes and squeal sharply. Carly's two-handed action continued for a few minutes, at which time she took the base of the guest's cock in both hands and opened her eyes, leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his large pulsating knob. She simultaneously stroked and sucked the guest's cock and now the sound of his moans and grunts found their way up to where Eric was seated. Eric was determined not to give in to his extreme urge to take his own cock out and and release his own extreme tension. Instead, he resolved to remember this scene for later and maybe describe it to Sandra so that they could both benefit from this strange experience. 

Several minutes passed and Carly lifted her mouth off of the guest's cock and looked up at him, maintaining a firm grip on the shaft of his penis with her right hand. She asked him something and the guest nodded and then muttered something back. Eric couldn't make out either side of the exchange, but immediately after hearing whatever it was the guest said, Carly stood up. She pulled off the guest's pants the rest of the way and slid off his briefs. She faced the stage and bent forward onto it, resting on her forearms. With her feet touching the floor, she placed her legs at a sharp angle about four feet apart at her ankles. Carly's ass pointed back at the guest, partially above and below the height of the stage and just slightly below the level of the guest's cock. Carly was still wearing her skirt bunched up around her waist, but was otherwise naked. The guest spread his legs slightly apart and then pressed the length of his cock against the pink folds and openings between Carly's asscheeks. From his angle, Eric watched the guest slide the shaft of his cock up and down this groove a number of times before he stepped back a bit and held it down to straighten it. He rubbed the tip against Carly's pussy and slowly guided it into her. 

Carly responded with a deep inhale of breath and another high-pitched, "uuuuuhhhhhh". The guest began sliding his cock in and out of her, at first very slowly, and then gradually faster. He heard the guest start to grunt, "Ohhhhh" and "Yeeeeaaaah.", intermixed with Carly's own shrieking moans. This rhythmic fucking continued for a couple of minutes, at which time Carly reached between her legs with her right hand. She used her index finger to rub her clitoris in time with the cock thrusting into her pussy from behind. Quite soon after, she shrieked loudly, with the sound echoing across the theatre, and her body shook violently for what seemed to Eric like a spectacularly long time. As she did so, the guest stopped thrusting and simply held his cock deeply in Carly's pussy, trying desperately (and successfully) to keep her orgasm from tossing her off of it. Apparently, by the end, Carly's display was too much for the guest to take. As Carly's body was still shuddering, he yelled loudly as his body lurched forward and pressed hard against Carly's ass and back. His ass jerked forcefully, pressing him yet deeper into Carly, as he presumably unloaded a stream of cum into her pussy. 

They held that position for a few moments and, then, the guest slowly pulled himself out of Carly. She reached down to hold her pussy in her left hand, stood up, and turned to face him. She hugged him tightly with her free arm and he leaned forward to embrace her and kiss her passionately. Eric lip-read him saying, "Thank-you." 

She replied with a dramatic expression, "Thank-you so much!" After they released one another, the guest put his briefs and pants back on. Carly and the guest smiled and waved at each other before the guest turned and walked away, exiting the theatre through the door at the left-hand side of the stage. As he left, the male staff member who had entered with him stood up and exited the theatre just after him.




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 04



As the guest and his escort closed the door behind them, Carly turned and used her free hand to shield her eyes from the glare of the lights at the front of the theatre. She looked directly at Eric in a way that made it obvious that she knew he'd been sitting there the whole time. She smiled, waved, and then shouted, "Hi, Eric. Sorry about the delay!" Holding a hand between her legs and with her skirt still bunched up high on her waist, she bounced up the steps between the several rows of seats and stopped briefly at the top row where Eric was seated, close to the wall on her left. Looking over at him, she declared, cheerfully, "Just give me a moment to go drain!" With that she walked briskly through the doors at the back of the theatre that led out into the concession area, which undoubtedly also included washrooms that she could use for draining purposes. 

Eric waited patiently where he was and was grateful that the pressure in his pants began to ease somewhat, if he kept his mind oriented away from recalling the passionate scene that he had just viewed. After a few minutes, the door at the back of the theatre opened and Carly stepped through and, grinning broadly, she walked across the back of the theatre toward Eric's location. Now, she was still topless, but her skirt was back in place and the bounce in her step informed Eric that she had also replaced the panties that she had left at the front of the theatre with new ones. Once she arrived to Eric's right, she hopped into his lap at the edge of the row, dangling her legs off the side. She wrapped her arms around Eric's neck and hugged him tightly with her head pressed into his shoulder. 

She said, "Mmmmm, that was soooo good. Did it look as good as it felt?"

"It looked unbelievable," Eric replied, with intense sincerity.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Carly agreed. She went on to say, "I'm so glad you're here! You and Sandra are going to have so much fun this week!"

"Speaking of this week," Eric said in an inquiring tone, "what is this place and why are we here? I , honestly, can't remember booking this trip; I was somehow guided here."

Carly explained Sandra and Eric's selection and the process by which they were led to the resort in much the same way as the explanation that Zoe was in the process of providing Sandra over in the Lobby. Like Sandra, Eric expressed concern about the cost of staying at the resort, and Carly assured him of the reasonable nightly cost, just as Zoe had done with Sandra. After processing these surprising new insights for several moments of silence, Eric decided that his curiosity was too great and he asked the following question: "Carly, does this resort mainly provide sexual rewards?"

Carly explained, "In this resort, you and Sandra can do almost anything you want, as long as you follow certain of the resort rules. If you choose, there doesn't need to be any sex at all. Neither of you will be required to do anything that you don't want to do or that you don't choose to do and you can leave the resort at any time. You can spend the week getting spa treatments, hiking, riding mountain bikes, relaxing by the pool, or watching reality TV, if you want. On the other hand, any staff member must perform any action that you command them to do. That includes...well...you know...anything. The guest that you saw asked me to join him in those activities and I had no choice except to agree, even though I was very glad to do it." With her arms still around his neck and her face gazing at him, only inches away, she said, "I'd fuck YOU, too, if you asked me to. Any members of the resort staff would agree to that type of request no matter when or where you asked them. You shouldn't feel shy about it, if that's what you want to do. Trust me, you'd be doing them a huge favor."

Eric's jaw dropped as Carly provided her explanation. He responded, sceptically, "Yeah?" 

Carly nodded and mimicked, "Yeah!". She elaborated with, "Any of them would love it. You and Sandra are both very tasty. For example, I'd love to have sex with you right now, if you want to. Would you like to or does it bother you that I just had sex with that other guest? By the feel of your lap it sort of seems like you don't mind that much..." She shook her hips a lightly and relished the shift in the position of the hard rod pressing into her bottom.

Eric chuckled and said, "No, watching you with him most certainly did not make me want to have sex with you any less."

"Great! So, then you want to?!" Carly exclaimed.

Eric shook his head, laughing, "No, I'm married, remember?"

Carly chuckled and said, "Of course, I know that you're married. I was just wondering whether that would stop you from doing me with the hard cock that is pressing into my thighs right now."

"Sorry about that...," Eric apologized.

Carly reassured him, "No need to apologize, whatsoever, but I think it is a bit cruel of you to make me feel what you've got and then not fuck me with it."

"Except that you sat on my lap," Eric reminded her, laughing.

"Oh, yeah! I forgot. Silly me!" Carly said, pretending to punch her forehead with her fist. She went on to say, "It's just that I don't get as much chances as the other resort staff, since I'm the valet. I end up driving cars around or acting as a courier, most of the time. Anyway, it's really nice that you want to talk to Sandra before having sex with others. So, I suppose we'll just keep it to some oral, for now."

Eric shook his head and laughed. He clarified, "No, Carly, wait. Since I'm married, we can't do any intimate sex acts with each other." 

"Are you sure, none? I mean, I am topless and sitting in your lap with my arms around your neck. We are pretty much having sex, already, when you think about it," Carly argued.

Eric pointed out, "I agree that we have pushed passed the lines of what I should be doing with another woman, but I'll remind you, again, that you were the one who sat in my lap, so I think that this has been perfectly innocent, up to now. Well, not perfectly, but we're still sort of within reason."

"Within reason? Are you sure?," Carly asked, as she wiggled her butt again. 

"Yes, well, ok," Eric stammered, "you're right, this has crossed a boundary of sorts...".

Carly interrupted, "I know what you mean, though, this will be as dirty as we will get, for now. Who knows what happens later. A week can be enough time to change a lot of things. Many incredible things can happen in that amount of time."

"I'm sure you're right," Eric replied, smiling. 

"Oh!", Carly exclaimed, "I left my bag down at the stage. It has the documents that I need to leave with you. It has a list of the resort's rules that you will need to agree to before you will be permitted to stay. Or, put another way, whether you can agree to them will determine whether you will exercise your option to leave."

Eric said, "Ok," as Carly stood up and bounced down the widely-spaced stairs at the right-hand side of the theatre. Just as she reached the last step, her feet flew forward out from under her and she landed awkwardly, feet and butt first, on the floor just in front of the stage. She cried out and the sharp sound echoed piercingly throughout the theatre. Eric jumped up immediately and ran down to where Carly had taken her tumble. He leaned over her, and found her wincing in pain. 

She gasped, "I think I twisted my ankle." 

Eric picked her up, supporting her back with his left arm and her knees with his right arm. He stepped over and placed her down at the end of the front row seat. She responded with, "Ow...I think I scraped myself on the edge of the stair." Eric looked over his shoulder and noticed a strip of metal on the stair for holding down the stairway's carpeting. He helped her roll over and couldn't see any injuries. 

Eric informed Carly, "I don't see anything...".

Carly stated, with some urgency, "It feels like it's actually inside my ass...well, not "inside", but like in between." 

Carly's skirt was covering her rear, so Eric lifted it up to her waist and discovered a long scrape on the inner curve of her left asscheek, just above the top of her thigh. Her wound was bleeding slightly. Eric reported, "Yes, you've got a scrape back here. Should I go get someone to help or...?"

"It's not that bad is it?" Carly asked, and then added, "There's some bandages and other supplies in my bag. Do you mind helping me?"

Without speaking, Eric ran over to the stage to retrieve the bag Carly had left there before her intercourse with the other guest. After bringing it back, he knelt down in front of Carly lying face down on the seat. Carly instructed, "There is a little bottle of peroxide and some cotton balls in there, can you find them?"

Eric found them quickly and put a small amount of peroxide on a piece of cotton. He lightly cleaned Carly's scrape, causing her to tense and whimper from the sting. The tension in her butt muscles distracted Eric, but he shook it off and congratulated himself for so deftly spreading peroxide in that area without making hand to rear contact. Carly interrupted his thoughts when she instructed, "Ok, there's also some healing cream in there, could you please rub a little on it?"

"Alright," Eric replied, while he hunted for the cream. Finding the proper tube, he put a little on his right index finger and realized that his careful efforts when applying the peroxide was fairly irrelevant now. He carefully rubbed along the four-inch-long scrape, noting that it was impossible to do it without pressing his knuckles against the inside of the other half of Carly's asscheeks or from bumping them up against the thong part of Carly's thong. 

When Eric finished applying a layer of cream, Carly said, "Mmmm, your hands feel good, despite the pain. Thanks very much. Also, there are long bandages in there. Can you put one on me?"

Eric searched and found a rectangular bandage that was large enough to cover Carly's injury. He placed it gently over the scrape and rubbed it to make it stick. As he finished attaching the bandage, his mind became captured by the image of her tight little rear end, with the cheeks of her ass bulging around her g-string, such that the string disappeared at the center, above the patch that covered her pussy, then it emerged again above. Finally, it widened slightly and connected with a thin waistband. In the bright lights at the front of the theatre, the folds of Carly's pussy were almost completely visible through the dark transparent fabric of her panties. Eric felt light-headed and his cock was back to throbbing almost painfully. An image crept into his mind in which he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the inside curve at the middle of Carly's right thigh and her right asscheek. When he regained contact with reality a moment later, he found that his lips were pressed precisely where he had just imagined them to be. He jerked his head up and blurted, "Oh, no, I'm so sorry."

Carly laughed as she said, "Oh, don't be! I was just about to ask that you shift just a little smidge to the left and down a bit and to give it a little more tongue." Eric laughed, nervously. He averted his gaze toward the back of the theatre. He was afraid to fully process Carly's comments, just in case it led to him accidently waking up and finding himself with his tongue probing her even more invasively than he had just done with his lips. He felt himself sweating and his heart was pounding in time with his cock. 

Carly disrupted his inner struggle when she said, "My ankle doesn't seem too bad, actually. I think I can take you over to your cottage now, if you take my arm and carry my bag for me. Also, could you pass my top and find where my panties ended up?"

"Of course," Eric replied, as he hopped up and found Carly's other pair of underwear and her top at the foot of the stage, close to where Carly's sex-making had taken place. When Eric returned, Carly sat up and he handed over her clothes. She clipped her bikini top back into place and placed her formerly stray panties into her bag. She looked up at Eric and grinned, "Thanks for your help, but thanks most of all for the kiss. However, as a staff member, I'm the one who is supposed to be kissing your ass, don't you know that?".

Eric smiled and nodded. He was a bit speechless from an eventful morning. As Eric picked up her bag, Carly wrapped her arm around Eric's and the pair walked casually up the stairs of the theatre, through the concessions and lobby area, and out into the street again. Carly led him to the left, along the continuation of the path that Eric had taken from the resort's mansion. Eric found himself on a densely tree-lined path once again. The two of them strolled along this way for about fifteen minutes, with Carly breaking the silence by talking about all of the fastest and most interesting vehicles she had driven in her role as the resort's valet. As they walked, they encountered a number of others going in the opposite direction, consisting of varying numbers of guests mixed with varying numbers of resort staff. Eric forced a pause in Carly's comments when he observed, "I notice there aren't any children at this resort."

Carly informed him, "No, this resort is adults only. Also, I've never met any guests younger than 30 or older than 45. I think that the youngest staff member is 20 and none of us are older than 25."

A few moments later, the pathway opened up to what looked like a regular suburban cul-de-sac of approximately eight sparkling new houses constructed in a 1950s architectural style. They were replica versions of the millions of middle-class homes in which the war-weary parents of middle-class baby boomers raised their children. Notably, however, the inner area that would normally be layered in concrete was covered with trees and bushes, grass, multi-coloured flower beds, and a decent-sized swimming pool with a hottub. The pathway continued along to the left and established a boundary and access point for several additional and presumably identical cul-de-sacs. Carly informed him, "Eric, the cottage for you and Sandra is in the third cul-de-sac off this way," as she pointed down the pathway. 

As they continued along to the third cul-de-sac in the row, Carly chattered on about how nice the cottages were inside and how much larger they seemed on the inside. She explained that the owners of the resort had a real obsession with the 1950s, which Eric had already deduced from his own observations. At the third cul-de-sac, Carly guided him to the front of the second house from the path on the right-hand side and pointed. "That's where you'll be staying! I have to run along, now, but I hope you and Sandra have a fantastic week and remember to have sex with me before you leave, if you can. Don't forget!" She smirked and punctuated her reminder by pointing first to his crotch and then to hers and, then, she closed her eyes and performed a sort of cock-sucking pantomime in thin air, complete with loud "mmmm-mmmm" noises. Finally, she ended her little play and sternly looked at him, pointing. 

She stated, authoritatively, "I mean it! I want that thing in me!" She sang, with a naughty grin, "I-promise-to-keep-it-WAR-ARM."

Eric chuckled, nervously, and said, "Thank-you and, also, I'll try my best!" 

Carly threw her arms around his neck for one last hug. When she released him, Eric handed her bag over. She reached in and handed him a green cardboard file folder. She smiled and said, "Goodbye!" Then, Carly turned and walked quickly back the way they had come. Eric approached the front door of the cottage.



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Sandra's Resort Welcome

Sandra responded to Clarissa's query about her readiness to meet the others with a surprising eagerness. She reflected honestly on what had gone on over the past hour or so and experienced only exhilaration. It occurred to her that making out with her two hostesses wasn't the most faithful thing that she had done, but Eric was aware that she had always wanted to be with a woman to see what it would be like. In several conversations, he had made it very clear that she should take advantage of any situation that would allow her to experiment in that way, if she were inclined. She couldn't wait to tell him all about it and hoped that he was having as thrilling a start to his vacation as she was. She definitely did want to meet the others. 

She registered only mild apprehension; a level of anxiety that was no more intense than if she were waiting in a line-up for an amusement park ride. She felt as though Heidi, Zoe, and Clarissa were long time friends and she was shocked that she could have so much trust in strangers that she had known only a brief amount of time. She was almost desperate to find out what else this resort would throw at her.

Sandra replied, "That would be nice, but if we are meeting with others, maybe you should put your tops back on?" Heidi and Clarissa both laughed and busied themselves with re-clasping their tops. Meanwhile, Clarissa remarked to Heidi, "My, she's so modest on our behalves!" 

In response to which, Heidi said, chuckling, "Yes, I don't think anyone has ever asked me to put more clothes on before, but I haven't been working here that long...".

Sandra objected, "Oh, I just thought that it would look funny to other people walking in if...".

Her top on again, Heidi hugged Sandra as she said, "Sandra, what we hope is that you can lose the concern for peoples' judgment." She pulled back with her hands on Sandra's waist, looking directly into her eyes, and continued, "If you want to take advantage of our resort, you'll really need to do exactly what makes you happy and not worry about what people think. You'll only get respect from everyone here for being brave enough to enjoy yourself to the fullest. You trust us, right? Nobody's going to hold anything against you here, but we'll be disappointed if you don't do something you want to do because you're afraid. I mean, don't you want to see us both topless? Does it matter that there will be others here? They will all be just as nice as us and they'll be just as glad that you're here."

Clarissa nodded and smiled at Heidi proudly as she made her speech. Sandra wasn't used to having her bravery questioned and it aroused her competitive spirit, which had always been unusually high. One of her tendencies was to rise to and exceed any challenge. She smirked, almost wickedly, and looked defiantly back at Heidi. She said, "You're right. It's annoying that I can't look at your nipples just because other people are around. Also, I don't like the idea that I can't see the rest of your bodies with that skirt on. Please take both your tops and skirt off. You can leave your panties on. Their pretty much see-through, anyway. Thanks for reminding me that I'm the guest of honour!" 

Clarissa and Heidi both clapped their hands together and stripped down to their g-strings. Sandra nodded approvingly as they both twirled around with their arms outstretched. She inhaled deeply. As she exhaled, she sighed and shook her head, "Whew. You two are hot." 

Clarissa replied, laughing confidently, "Yeah, we know. Now, ready?"

Sandra nodded, smiling, and Heidi and Clarissa each took one of her hands and pulled her up from the couch. Each of them guided her arm-in-arm around the couch and toward the front desk. The trio stopped at the far edge of the desk, furthest away from the front door. Clarissa said, "Ok, I'll be right back," as she walked around the desk and through a door at the other side of the desk from where Heidi and Sandra were still standing." 

As she returned less than a minute later, she said, "The others are coming," and directed Heidi and Sandra to stand a few feet beyond the front desk. Clarissa stood on Sandra's left and Heidi stood on her right, facing the door. Her hostesses seemed excited. Either that or they were a bit cold, because they both had their hands clasped together and they both bobbed up and down from alternately bending each knee. They were smiling, so Sandra hoped that they were excited, rather than freezing from her obliging them to strip for her.

"No, don't worry, we aren't cold," Clarissa said. Sandra barely had enough time to consider whether Clarissa was reading her mind, when the door behind the desk opened and a tall and healthy-looking young Asian man walked directly toward Sandra. Once he reached her, he hugged her tightly and whispered a friendly welcome into her ear that sounded like, "I'm glad that you're here. Please let me know what I can do to make your stay pleasurable. I'm Kyle." As she had done with all of the other staff members that had embraced her, so far, Sandra hugged him tightly back. In this case, as he approached, she had the naughty scheme to take advantage of this opportunity to note what was going on in this beautiful man's crotch area. As he pressed against her, she was shocked to feel his fully-erect penis pressing against the entire length of her abdomen. She thought, "That was much more than I had bargained for...", as a familiar ache flared between her own legs and she felt a hot flush in her face. 

Sandra said, breathlessly, into his shoulder, "It's nice to meet you, Kyle." She heard Heidi and Clarissa giggling to either side of her. Sandra and Kyle ended their embrace and he continued on take up space on the couch that Sandra had just vacated. Heidi turned and whispered into Sandra's ear, "The guys at the resort don't wear underwear in those shorts. Many of our female guests prefer it that way. It's just easier, right?"

Clarissa added, "Don't worry, Sandra. All resort staff are IMPECCABLY clean at all times when they come into contact with guests, like in every way imaginable. I won't explain that comment further, unless you want me to. We only get as dirty as guests want us to. Also, none of us are allowed any body hair if we are to be in contact with guests. So, that's probably more cleanliness than necessary, but it is one of our regulations. It's better to go overboard with cleanliness, am I right?"

"Absolutely," Sandra agreed.

Momentarily, a row of about 50 resort staff members emerged through the door in single-file and greeted Sandra essentially the same way that Kyle had done. Each one who came along made room for the next person in line by making their way to the seating area. They were an approximately equal proportion male and female group and all of them wore the resort uniform. 

The women varied widely in hair length and colour, skin colour/ethnicity, height, and, well, curviness, Sandra decided was the best word; by which she meant butt-roundness and breast size. The men also varied somewhat in hair length and colour, skin colour/ethnicity, height, and shoulder-width. Sandra noted that Kyle wasn't the only man in the group who came to her in a state of arousal. All of them had some degree of erection in their shorts as they hugged her. Sandra thought that made sense and didn't take it all that personally. All of the staff members who emerged from the door met Heidi and Clarissa's gaze with an approving smile and took obvious delight in taking a careful visual scan of the two hostesses from top to bottom and back again. Sandra's ego gave her no other choice but to hope that she was contributing to whatever amount of lust members of the group were feeling, above their reaction to Sandra's two companions. 

At precisely that moment, Heidi leaned over and said, "All of these people see us naked all the time. Obviously we're hot, but these people are turned on mainly because you're hot and you're new. Also, staff members are not permitted to have any sexual relations with one another. That's an important rule in addition to the ones you already know about. Staff members can't do anything sexual with one another, even if a guest asks them to, unless it occurs while one of the staff members is having sex with the guest. That means no genital-on-genital contact and no mouth on genital contact between staff members. In other words, quite sadly for them and us, we are almost completely off-limits to these guys." 

A solid majority of the spots in the seating area were filled by the time the last staff member sat down. The group generated a fair amount of noise with all of them chatting. To Sandra, the mood seemed very positive. Although the conversations were impossible for her to understand with so many of them going on at once, the discussions were animated and the room was filled with laughter. 

The last person to emerge from the door was Zoe. She greeted Sandra with a hug, as the others had and smiled sweetly, first at Heidi and then at Clarissa. Zoe stepped back and held Sandra's hands in her own. Looking her in the eye, she said, "Sandra, it's really nice to see these two out of uniform, for once, isn't it?! Impressive! Clearly, you're starting to warm up to us? Nice work, girls!"

At these comments, Sandra blushed slightly and Zoe reacted, "No blushing allowed, baby. You have the whole rest of the world to be ashamed of yourself. Save blushing and guilty feelings for out there. This resort is a sanctuary from all of that."

Sandra nodded, submissively. Zoe seemed to have some seniority at the resort. Her mannerisms suggested that Zoe was accustomed to being in a position of leadership. Sandra experienced a strong desire to maintain the young woman's approval, even though Sandra was probably more than 10 years older than Zoe. Zoe asked, "Are you ready for your Introduction? Would you like more tea, or something else perhaps? Do you need to use the bathroom?"

Sandra admitted, "Actually, I think that I am due for a bathroom break. More tea would be nice. I have a feeling it will help calm my nerves."

Zoe responded, "Certainly. Heidi can escort you to the bathroom and Clarissa will have some fresh tea brought over to your seat. Then, once you're settled, we will begin."

Heidi took Sandra by the arm and guided her around the staircases at the far side of the lobby from the front door. There, Sandra found two adjacent doors with signs indicating that they were male and female bathrooms, respectively. Heidi pushed open the door of the proper bathroom and held it long enough for Sandra to walk passed her. 

As Sandra entered, she was struck by the extraordinary size of the room. There was a long marble counter to the left with more than a dozen sinks separated by wide spaces filled with soaps, bottles of perfume, make-up, and various other things that someone like Sandra might conceivably need during a trip to the ladies' room. The wall above the counter was entirely covered with wide, rectangular mirrors. 

To Sandra's right, there was a sizeable seating area, with three sets of two overstuffed leather couches facing each other and flanked by two matching chairs on either side. Each set of furniture was arranged around and flanked by marble-topped tables. The two corners of the room opposite the counter; one nearest the entrance and one against the far wall, were also filled with two sets of four chairs arranged around a square table. These pieces were identical matches to the other chairs and tables in the room. Heidi remarked, "As you can see, space is rarely a problem here." 

Despite all of these places to sit, Heidi hopped onto the counter just a few feet away from the entrance and sat there cross-legged. She informed Sandra, "Stalls are just through the door there," motioning toward the far end of the counter. 

Sandra started walking in the direction of the stalls, but stopped after only a few steps when Heidi said, "Umm, Sandra? Before you go, there is our rule to consider." Sandra paused, facing the door at the end of the room, and then slowly turned around to face Heidi. She stared at Heidi, cutely pursing her lips and furrowing her brow. 

"I won't be taking any clothes off. I'll just be pulling my underwear down," she explained.

Heidi elaborated, "Pulling down is taking off, even if you don't remove them entirely, a staff member needs to do it. You can decide whether one of us pulls them off partway or the whole way. Also, it doesn't need to be me. I could get another staff member to help you, if you want."

Sandra responded, somewhat apologetically, "Oh, no, I would be fine with you doing it. I guess it makes the most sense to have you take them off entirely here. Otherwise, it would be pretty difficult to walk to the stall with my panties around my ankles.  

Also, it would be most sensible to save us the trouble of you needing to follow me into the stall to pull them down there." Heidi just sat, calmly nodding as Sandra reasoned things through for herself.

"Ok, well, now I really need to go, so...", she declared, as she made a kind of "so, how do we do this" gesture with her hands. 

Heidi jumped down from the counter and walked just a few inches from where Sandra was standing. She asked, with a mock serious look on her face, "Ok, Sandra, do you want me to go searching around in that dress to find your panties would you prefer me to pull them off after you lift your skirt up to show me where to direct my finger holds?"

Sandra laughed and said, "Of course, I'm sorry," as she grabbed the front hem of her dress with her right hand and held it up at about belly button level, revealing her light and dark blue-striped thong panties with the word "PINK" written in pink letters across the front.

"Great!" Heidi said, kneeling to bring Sandra's panties to her eye level. Sandra looked down at Heidi and listened/watched her clear her throat and then gulp. She seemed a bit nervous. Heidi remarked, as though she was talking to the underwear in front of her, "I like these panties. Nice gift-wrapping choice."

Sandra chuckled and shifted her legs, anxiously, as she muttered a quiet, "Thanks." Heidi wrapped each of her thumbs around the string of material that held Sandra's panties up on her waist and, arms trembling, slowly pulled them down to the floor. Sandra alternately stepped back with each of her feet to free herself completely. 

Heidi gently folded the panties and held them in one hand. She raised her eyes back in line with Sandra's crotch, again. She commented, "It's very adorable," clearly referring to Sandra's pussy. Continuing, she said, "Nice waxing. It looks so smooth." 

Correcting her, Sandra said, "No, I just shave every morning in the shower, but thanks. I'm grateful that Eric thinks so. He seems to really like performing oral sex on me." 

Heidi kissed the air just a few inches away from Sandra's labia and said, "Yes, I'm sure that he does. He's very lucky."

Sandra wiggled her butt back and forth, and replied, "Stop flirting with me, Heidi, I really need to use the bathroom."

"Well, let me give you my blessing," Heidi said, as she grasped each of Sandra's asscheeks with her hands and gently pressed her lips against the top edge of Sandra's pussy; directly where folds of skin kept Sandra's clitoris hidden from view. Sandra pulled her head back and closed her eyes and a deep-throated, "Ohhhh," emerged from her lips. Heidi squeezed Sandra's asscheeks and said, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself." Then, she let go and looked up at Sandra. She smirked and said, "Ok, I'll wait for you out here."

Sandra shook her head to regain her composure. She dropped her dress back into place, turned, and walked the considerable length of the counter and through the door at the far end of the room. She did her thing in the first of the many stalls that lined both sides of the room beyond the seating and powder area, and returned a few minutes later, discovering Heidi sitting crossed-legged on the counter, as before. Heidi still held Sandra's panties in her hands, and displayed them out in front of her as Sandra approach.

Sandra smiled and stopped at the sink nearest Heidi to wash her hands. She said with a smirk, "Thanks for minding those for me." Then, she walked around Heidi to dry her hands on the dryer mounted against the wall to the left of the counter. When Sandra turned around, Heidi asked, "Can I put these on for you?" 

Sandra was, by now, past any modesty where Heidi was concerned. She replied, "Yes, please do, as she hiked her skirt up again and stepped out of her sandals."

Heidi hopped down and squatted in front of Sandra, holding the panties just above the floor. Sandra gently stepped into each side and Heidi slowly lifted them up into position. She remarked, sadly, "Good-bye, Sandra's pussy. Maybe I'll see you again sometime..."

"Thanks, sweetie; you can let go of them now," Sandra said, prompting Heidi to release her grasp. Heidi stood up and leaned against the counter, obviously flustered, and Sandra was surprised to observe, silently, that Heidi occasionally seemed just as uncomfortable as Sandra. In a concerned tone, Sandra inquired, "Heidi, does all of this make you uncomfortable?"

The question focused cleared Heidi's mind of the sexual images that were the true cause of her nervous reactions. She answered honestly, "No, it's not that I'm uncomfortable. Truthfully, seeing your pussy and touching you just makes me think of all of the things I'd love to do with you. I can't stop thinking about sliding my tongue all over you. In your pussy on your nipples and, I'm sorry if it offends you, but I have tried, unsuccessfully, not to think about licking your ass. I'm distracted by thinking about feeling your fingers inside of me or your tongue on my clitoris."

Sandra stared at Heidi, mustering only, "...oh...well, thanks for your honest answer to my question". Continuing, she said, "Also, thanks for making it impossible for me not to imagine what all of those things would feel like. Anybody, man or woman, would obviously be very lucky to fool around with you, if they enjoy fooling around with women, that is. Incidentally, it seems clear that I enjoy that, even though I haven't really done anything with women before today." Clearing her throat, she admitted with a tremble in her voice, "I really would love nothing more, right now, than to kiss and grope you until you scream. Of course, I'm married, so it would be wrong for me to do that."

Heidi made an expression as though she remembered something she had forgotten, and then she said, authoritatively, "Of course! Oh, my! No, you can't do anything like that with me, Sandra. Not now, at least. We learn on the first day, that a person can't do something like that behind their spouse's back. Maybe when you see Eric, you might find that he would not disapprove, but we can't possibly have any kind of sex together until then."

Sandra nodded and tried to sort out in her mind why the way Heidi agreed with her was so unusual. Unable to put her finger on precisely what was odd or significant about it, she shifted her attention to the various objects on the counter. She noticed that all of the beauty supplies she preferred were there, so she took the opportunity to touch up her hair and make-up. It had been a busy morning.

All the while, Heidi talked about how the resort staff receives a lot of information about guests' needs before they even know their names. In Heidi's words: "It's easier to prepare for guests like you that way. For example, you'll probably find all of the stuff you use everyday right here on this counter. I don't know how the resort's management knows these things; Clarissa tells me that guests are always surprised by all of the information we have. Also, we can read guests' minds fairly regularly, which just helps us make them more comfortable. Some guests find that unsettling when we tell them about that."




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 05



Hearing this, Sandra looked over at Heidi while in the midst of applying mascara. Heidi was nervously biting her lower lip out of concern that Sandra wouldn't appreciate the staff's mind-reading abilities. Sandra flashed her a friendly smile and said, "I kind of figured that out. I can see why people wouldn't like that. At first, the thought freaked me out, but it is pretty clear that you all know a lot about me already and I guess I don't really have much to hide. I'm pretty honest, so I'd probably tell you whatever you wanted to know anyway. It's fine with me. Actually, I'm very interested to know more about how all of these exotic technologies work. I'm almost as eager to learn more about those aspects of the resort as I was to see you and Clarissa skirtless."

Heidi laughed and looked down at herself, rubbing her hands over her flat stomach. As she did so, she said, "Well, I'm pretty happy with this body, so I'm glad that you like it. I'm told that part of the mind reading has to do with our tea, as if it didn't already have enough going for it. I love it, but us staff aren't supposed to drink it, unless it is to be sociable with guests. For the guests, this place wouldn't be nearly as much fun without it. Loosening people up is a pretty important first step to ensuring that they have a great time here."

Sandra responded casually, as she spent some time on her hair, "Ahhh, the tea. That's interesting. I can't decide whether my eagerness to find out what will happen next here is because of my own natural curiosity or because of that delicious, mind-altering tea."

"It's not just the tea, girl," Heidi replied. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't pretty easy for us to convince to take part in what we've done so far and whatever comes next. I'm new here, so I'm not really even sure, myself, about what specifically comes next. Hold on tight, though! The tea is just a little primer that helps things progress a bit faster."

After alternating between primping herself in the mirror and watching Heidi talk, Sandra said, smiling, "I think you're the coolest and I like it here. I just hope you all don't do too much psychological damage to me and Eric." Heidi responded, giggling, "Expect to have your mind blown, but you're going to love it. This resort is like Disney World for grown-ups, but way better."

Having finished aestheticizing, Sandra took Heidi's hand to help her down from the counter and they exited the bathroom, walking hand-in-hand back to the now-crowded lobby seating area. Heidi led her back to the sectional couch they were seated at before, which now had three new staff members on each side of the U; 1 woman and 2 men on both sides in a boy-girl-boy arrangement. To the left of the U's center was Clarissa, so Heidi and Sandra made their way between the coffee table and peoples' legs to settle, finally, exactly where the two of them were sitting before, with Sandra directly in the center and Heidi seated just to the right.

Sandra noted the almost aggressively welcoming, happy faces of all of the staff members she passed and thought it was nice that Clarissa and Heidi each held one of her hands and snuggled closely into her when she sat down. She felt fiercely protected by the two young women, which almost made unnecessary the fresh tea that was waiting for her on the table. 

The man to the left of Clarissa, a young white guy with short black hair, stood up and poured a cup for her. She smiled and thanked him, but couldn't remember for certain what his name was. It was hard to keep track of the two dozen or so men that she met during the recent introduction. He reminded her, quietly, "I'm Andy," and Sandra mouthed a thank-you for that, as well.

Others of the staff members were drinking tea, so Sandra took a few sips, which instantly took the edge off her anticipation about what was next for her at this beautiful and also bizarre resort. Perhaps five minutes after returning to her seat, Zoe strolled up behind a podium at the front of the seating area and her image appeared on each of the several TV screens mounted on the wall across from the front desk. At that, the crowd became silent. Zoe began by welcoming Sandra to the Just Desserts Resort, which was the first time she had heard anyone refer to the resort's title up until then. Sandra nodded politely. Zoe continued by informing the assembled staff members that they should feel very honoured to be able to spend some time with Sandra. In response, the crowd nodded solemnly and many of them glanced back or over (depending on where they were seated) with visible adoration. 

Sandra's curiosity mixed with the effects of the tea, distracting her from feeling unworthy of all of this positive attention. After these initial comments, Zoe began to provide a chronological sketch of Sandra's life, including details about when and where she was born and when and where she had attended school. As Zoe talked, corresponding images of Sandra at different stages of development appeared. These were images Sandra knew she had never seen before, which was puzzling, but she had quickly learned that unexpected things were to be expected at this resort.

As she described Sandra's life, Zoe briefly presented highlights of Sandra's good deeds. From quite early on, Sandra had been a very active in contributing her time to charitable causes that advocated for underprivileged groups. Zoe elegantly showed, with her words and pictures, how this early commitment guided her pursuit of education and, later, her career as a lawyer. 

As Zoe spoke, natural pauses in her comments were filled with the crowd's enthusiastic applause and shouts. It was also gratifying for Sandra to hear several spontaneous wolf whistles and guttural shouts of "yeah!" from a number of male staff members in response to pictures of her dressed up at various events, such as work parties, charity functions, her high school graduation and prom, her university graduation ceremonies, and her wedding. As the males in the room expressed their support in the way that men do, Sandra was also happy to hear various of the women contribute their own enthusiastic shouts and exclamations of phrases, like "so cute..." and "ooh, baby...". Zoe efficiently told the story of Sandra's life in about ten minutes, since the stream of images went by automatically and seamlessly in concert with Zoe's words. Sandra was impressed with the presentation's polish, having spent much of her own time preparing speeches for legal cases and community events. 

As Zoe ended her discussion by describing Sandra's more recent activities, Sandra reflected on just how odd it was to be honoured publicly with such kind words while being pressed in on both sides by two beautiful, nearly naked girls. She decided that it wasn't as odd as a mere statement of the fact would make it seem, since the atmosphere of the room was very relaxed and festive. More importantly, there was something very sensual about the room's aura, thanks to the skimpy outfits that all of the "clothed" women were wearing and the unmistakable admiration that they had for Sandra and that they shared with all of the men in the room. Sandra experienced a taste of what it must be like to be a celebrity or a rock star. She felt idolized and it was a bit intoxicating.

As Sandra was basking in the audience's appreciation of her accomplishments and service to the community, Zoe said, with a hint of humor in her voice, "Sandra, since we've devoted an appropriate amount of time to illustrate your vast intellectual talents and your obvious commitment to professional excellence and social justice, would you mind at all if we switched gears and focused for a while on your qualities as a sexual object? I mean, it is a part of you that probably will never be a focus of any other ceremonies that may be organized in your honour as time goes by, but it is an aspect that you really should receive recognition for." The crowd cheered in unanimous support of Zoe's proposal. Sandra sat silently for several moments as she felt Clarissa and Heidi each rubbing one of her shoulders and whispering things in her ear like, "Yeah, let's do it. It will be fun!" 

Sandra was a bit apprehensive, despite the tea, but the supportive crowd and her curiosity combined to overwhelm this anxiety. Finally, she told Zoe, "You can, if you wish." The crowd cheered, once again.

Zoe grinned and the next part of her presentation began with Sandra's headshot from her check-in documents appearing on the screen. She stated as fact, "First of all, it's obvious that Sandra is an astonishingly beautiful woman. Look at those dark smouldering eyes, her creamy white skin, and those full red lips. Also, with almost raven black hair, she somehow manages to look exotic even as a pale-skinned white girl. Sandra heard various indications of agreement throughout the crowd, ranging from nods and indistinct, positive murmurs to loud outbursts from staff members of both genders, such as "yummy!" and "such a hottie!" Her body responded with arousal to each of these louder reactions. It was as though her brain mistakenly processed these expressions as clitoral stimulation. 

Zoe continued, stating, "Sandra is incredibly beautiful above the neck, as everyone can see, but what about below?" Now, Sandra noted, mentally, that the heart-thumping anxiety she ought to be feeling in response to this situation was absent and seemingly replaced with a growing warmth between her legs. She was surprised to find herself smiling and still eager to hear/see what came next.

On the big screens behind Zoe, the image of Sandra's legs from her check-in documents appeared and the crowd expressed their appreciation with shouts and applause. Then, the images of Sandra's breasts appeared, but unlike in her documents, the visuals were video images that showed her using her hands to help display them in a variety of ways. Sandra's eyes widened as she watched herself use her hands to bounce them, pinch her nipples to harden them up, and squish them together. The crowd audibly gasped and Sandra heard several of them express happy reactions, such as "...oh my..." and "...very sexy..."

Sandra also noted a hush fall over the crowd. There was a seriousness that wasn't there before, but it clearly wasn't from unpleasant feelings. As she looked around, she witnessed everyone's eyes glued to the screens and she caught many of the ones in view licking their lips. 

All Zoe said was, "I know, right?" and then the image of Zoe's shaved pussy appeared on the screens. Again, Sandra watched her own hands aiding the display, rubbing the lips to pull them up and down. One of them pulled her lips apart to reveal her clitoris as the index finger of the other pressed it as though it was a button and then rubbed it from side to side. She watched the same finger slide into her vagina and poke in and out several times. All the while, she could hear various positive reactions from the crowd, including lewd-sounding groans and several murmurs of "oh yeah" from both male and female staff members. 

Sandra squirmed a bit uncomfortably in her seat, but felt immediately calmed by encouraging whispers from Heidi and Clarissa as they caressed her thighs and shoulders. Sandra's perception of things became surreal. She felt very objective about the image on the screen. As when she made her way through the documents before, she was able to appreciate how extremely sexy the image of her was, without her normally critical attitude about her body getting in the way. At the same time, knowing it was hers and witnessing the others' reaction was the most erotic experience she'd ever had, even on this day of erotic experiences. Her pussy felt hot and wet and she fought a desperate urge to have something immediately thrust inside it.

Next, the images of Sandra's pussy in context with the rest of her body appeared, this time as moving images in which she probed and pulled at it with her hands. The images stimulated more groans and almost pained statements of approval from the crowd. Zoe had stopped narrating and now just seemed like another admiring member of the audience.

Soon after, the image of Sandra's rear end appeared. Again, she watched her hands put to use smacking each of her cheeks to reveal their minimal jiggle and spreading it apart to show off the tight hole tucked inside. The fingers of one of her hands spread her cheeks apart, while the other circled her anus and probed it slightly. 

As they had been since her breasts appeared on the screens, everyone in the crowd was watching the images intently. As the images of her naked body that were designed to feature her ass in context appeared, she noticed some extra movement in the corner of her left eye. As her fingers rubbed, pulled, and probed her ass on the screens, Andy was shifting in his seat. Up until then, the rest had remained quite still, other than the clapping and occasional arm and hand movements. By contrast, Andy was squirming, seemingly unable to get comfortable. His face was also red and he looked as though his eyes were watering.

Just then, Sandra's attention was drawn to the image of depicting her "first time" appearing on the screens. In this case, the image began with her and her partner stepping through the doorway of her little dorm room. She and Jake, the name of her first partner in a long string of short-lived, undergraduate sexual relationships, began kissing passionately for a few moments before she heard her 18-year-old self whisper, "I need your cock." She continued kissing as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, and then reached her hand inside his pants to massage his shaft.

She unbuttoned his pants and dropped to her knees, bringing his pants and boxers down to his ankles with her. She took his cock in her hand and used it to guide him as she sat on the edge of her bed. With her thumb and index finger making a circle around the base of his shaft, she slid her tongue leisurely around the length and tip, until Jake's dick was fully engorged. She wrapped her lips around the large round end and enveloped about two-thirds of the length - which seemed to be around 4 of his 6 inches. She proceeded to bob her head up and down for some minutes. Then, she looked up at his face with a naughty grin, while she stroked him with one hand.

Jake grasped the tight sweater she was wearing at the waist and pulled it off, forcing her to let go of him briefly as she raised her hands over her head. She took a moment to unclip and remove her black lace bra and unzip and wiggle out of the blue mini-skirt she was wearing. She lied back on her bed, smiling, and said, in a whisper, "You can fuck me, if you want." Jake responded by stripping the rest of his clothes off, slipping on a condom, and positioning himself above Sandra. He held his cock down as she lifted her knees and spread them apart. He pushed it slowly against her pussy and she winced as it very gradually penetrated into her, presumably bursting through her hymen in the process. As the length of his cock penetrated deeper until it was completely inside her, Jake pulled it out almost as slowly and then gradually pushed it in again. Both of them were groaning; Jake with pleasure and Sandra with a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

Watching this scene unfold, Sandra might as well have been alone, she was so focused on taking it in completely as an observer. She couldn't believe how hot they both looked together and the only other thing that she was conscious of was her own arousal. Just as Jake was sliding into her pussy for the second time, however, movement from Andy's direction distracted her. 

She glanced over and noticed that he was rubbing his cock through the material of his shorts. Then, almost at the same time Sandra looked over, he unbuttoned and unzipped himself and pulled out an impressively large dick that was a few inches longer and some degree thicker than the one Jake wielded up on the screens. Sandra's jaw dropped and a flash occurred in her mind. When she regained focus again no more than second later, she found herself looking at things as though through Andy's eyes. She wasn't in control, but she saw her first time on the screens from Andy's angle and she felt the hot throb emanating from the knob of his cock. She experienced an unbelievable searing bliss from the feel of his hand as he slid it along the length of his shaft. She experienced the images in his mind in which he was thrusting his cock into her pussy and then using her wetness as lubrication to slide it into her tight asshole. After only a few seconds, she was inside her own mind again, but it was reeling and the intense heat of his arousal remained with her and added further stimulation to her already over-stimulated pussy. 

Sandra glanced over at Andy again, who was still stroking his cock and she watched the cute Asian woman beside him on his left get up on her knees on the couch to face him. She put an arm around his neck, kissed his cheek, and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Meanwhile, she placed her hand over the one he was using to stroke himself, which effectively halted his masturbation. She caressed his fingers for a brief time and then guided his hand away from his dick. He sheepishly smiled at her and zipped and buttoned his shorts over his cock again. He looked over at Sandra and silently mouthed her the word, "sorry". Sandra was not in the right state of mind to generate any response, so she turned her attention back to the movie about how she lost her virginity.

Clarissa leaned in to whisper, "Staff members are not permitted to masturbate. They are only permitted to orgasm while engaged in sexual activity with one or more guests. If he had had an orgasm, he would have had to leave the resort. I'm really sorry about that. He's a new recruit, so he hasn't quite gotten used to the rules, apparently. This scene must have been just a bit too much for him."

Sandra had lost all capacity to respond verbally, so she simply nodded. All of her thoughts were consumed by the throbbing ache between her legs. All she wanted to do was touch one finger against her clitoris...just one finger. As the image of herself on her hands and knees appeared, in which some unfamiliar man was energetically fucking her from behind, she casually reached down toward the hem of her skirt. Heidi leaned in and whispered, "Uh-uh, babe, don't forget the rules."

Sandra stopped and tried to think. With a brief struggle, she recalled the rule that only staff members can remove clothes. Short on breath, she quietly spoke into Heidi's ear: "Heidi, please...please lift my dress up."

Heidi responded by asking, "Ok, but how far? Do you want me to take it off altogether?"

Sandra said, losing patience, "Ok, yes, take it off, please. Now, please."

Heidi grasped the hem of Sandra's sundress and worked it up under her rear and then up over her head and up-stretched arms. Sandra then whispered, "Heidi, I need you to take my panties off." 

Grinning, Heidi reached her left hand over to grasp the far side of Sandra's panties and grasped the right side with her right hand. She quickly tugged them down and past Sandra's feet, finally placing them on the table. Sandra bent her knees and spread them, lifting her feet onto the edge of the couch and started rubbing her pussy with the index and middle finger of her left hand. Watching closely, Clarissa and Heidi helped by supporting her legs and holding her knees apart. Sandra's rubbing spread the abundance of juice being produced from her vagina up between and over her lips, making them glisten and sparkle in the bright lighting of the resort lobby. The staff, as they had been instructed, remained completely silent. Other than occasional murmurs of encouragement and comments about her hotness from Clarissa and Heidi, Sandra's own high-pitched groaning was the only sound in the room. 




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 05



After a few minutes of slow rubbing with her fingers, Sandra slid both of them deep into her sopping wet vagina and began thrusting them slowly in and out. Meanwhile, she uttered a constant stream of moans in time with each thrust. The tone of her piercing oohs, aaahs, mmmmms, and ohhhhhs gradually increased in urgency and reached a near-deafening level as she used her right index finger to rub her clitoris in support of the finger fucking she performed with her left hand.

Quite soon after, she expelled a loud scream and violent spasms wracked her body. Her passion-induced seizure sent her legs straight out from the couch and hurled her head back hard into the seat cushion. As her orgasm subsided into smaller aftershocks, Clarissa and Heidi wrapped their arms around her waist and chest in a tight embrace. The rest of the staff rose to their feet, cheering and applauding Sandra's performance. Having had her eyes closed during her masturbation session, Sandra looked up at the screens and each of them had a live image of her lying naked on the sectional between her two affectionate companions. The audience stood, facing her, clapping and cheering. Sandra laid there for several moments, a bit stunned, just looking up at herself on the various screens. Finally, still out of breath, Sandra said, "I'm sorry. This is embarrassing. I can't believe I did that in front of so many people."

Clarissa responded quietly in Sandra's ear, "No, I beg you not to apologize. That was beyond the extreme end of awesome. You are going to enjoy yourself so much here. Most people hold on much longer, but you, my horny little princess, couldn't keep your clothes on much longer than the halfway point of Zoe's sexy presentation. I honestly couldn't be prouder of the three of us." She high-fived Heidi behind Sandra's head and they both gave Sandra another tight squeeze.

Sandra said, laughing, "I feel a bit manipulated, but I'm much too happy to care." 

At that moment, Zoe spoke: "Please give Sandra another well-deserved round of applause as you leave the lobby. No doubt many of you will see more of her and Eric as this week progresses."

The crowd, led by Zoe, clapped as they got up and marched single-file back through the door behind the front desk again. Sandra was left alone with Clarissa and Heidi.



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Cottage

As Eric reached the front door of the house, he tried the knob and discovered that it was locked. He stood there puzzled as to what he should do next and, eventually, it occurred to him to look inside the folder. Clipped to the inside, he found a key, which he promptly tried in the door's keyhole. The door unlocked and he stepped through into a small entryway with a closet on the left-hand side and a standard 1950s style living room with a flower print couch, loveseat, and chair arranged amidst one polished wooden coffee table and two side tables. 

The house appeared to have short (i.e., non-shag) wall-to-wall deep red carpeting on the main floor, other than the black ceramic tile floor of the kitchen, which was partly visible through an archway directly ahead of where Eric was standing. Despite the retro feel of the living room furniture, the kitchen appliances were stainless steel and modern. Beyond the living room, Eric could partly see a dining area through another archway that contained a large polished wooden table surrounded by matching wooden chairs.

Eric took his shoes and jacket off and placed them in the closet of the entryway and stepped further into the house/cottage to do some exploring. He walked along a wall on the left-hand side for several feet, encountering a hallway in alignment with the archways that led into the kitchen on the left and into the dining area further to his right. He stepped briefly into the kitchen and peeked into the dining room to admire the appliances and accommodations for entertaining. Through a rear door off the kitchen, he noted a concrete patio equipped with lawn furniture and a large grill for barbecuing. Beyond the patio was a flawlessly groomed green lawn. Eric was pleased with all of the space and options to recreate many details of a middle-class, suburban environment that he was very familiar with from growing up in Scarborough, Ontario. 

Eric turned and walked back out into the hallway off the kitchen and turned right. Several feet down the hall, there were two sets of two doors facing each other on the left and right side, and another door stood several feet beyond the furthest set of doors at the end of the hall. He approached the nearest set of doors and found that the one on the left-hand side was locked. He tried the knob of the door to the right, and it turned. Opening the door he discovered an unusually large bedroom. Just to the left of the door in front of him was a wooden four-poster bed that was twice the width and about the same length of a standard king size bed. Windows flanked either side of the bed, presumably providing a view into the back yard. Each window was set into the wall just above a bedside table made of the same dark wood that was used to construct the bed frame. Along the right and left walls stood wide wooden dressers, each with large mirrors attached that completely covered the wall from the top of the dressers to the ceiling. In the far corners of the room from where Eric was standing, there was a door just to the side of each dresser. Eric stepped fully into the room, bringing into view a 60-inch flat-screen TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed. Eric and Sandra's luggage was stacked at the base of that wall, just below the TV. 

Eric was surprised at how much space they would have during their stay. Despite all of the furniture, the bedroom did not feel crowded by any means. Indeed, there was enough space to accommodate six comfortable-looking, cushioned chairs at various points along the four walls. Eric looked at his watch and discovered that it was just before 11:00 AM. He wondered why it was taking Sandra so long to check in, but felt a bit weary from the trip and the events of the morning. He decided to lie on the bed for a spell and see what was on the TV. He hopped on to the left side of the bed, leaning against the mountain of pillows piled up against the headboard. He reached over to the bedside table and grasped the TV remote. After searching briefly for the ON switch, he clicked the TV to life. 

The TV screen flared into multi-coloured bursts of fireworks that looked like a computer screen-saver. He pressed an upward-pointing arrow to change the channel and an image appeared, consisting of a bed that was identical to the one he was resting on. Side-by-side in the middle of the bed, two female members of the resort staff rested against pillows, much like he was doing. The only difference was that he was lying with his legs crossed in front of him and they had their knees angled apart and bent, such that he had a clear view of their transparent black underwear. He recognized the woman on the right as his Asian coffee server, Kira, from earlier in the day. The woman on the left was unfamiliar. She had shoulder-length reddish-brown hair that was divided into two long braids that hung on either side of her face. She was strikingly pretty and her face was dotted with freckles, which led Eric to wonder whether her name might be Pippi. She was athletically fit-looking, much like the rest of the resort staff that he had already encountered. 

The two women were obviously engaged in a cheerful, animated conversation, alternately directing their gaze to one another, their toes, or at nothing in particular toward the space in front of them. When they weren't smiling, they were laughing uproariously; in some cases, they held their sides from laughing so hard. Eric was frustrated that he couldn't hear any of what they were saying. He assumed that the volume of the TV must have been muted, so he pushed the up arrow on the button labelled "Vol". He watched a line on the TV screen appear above the word "Volume" and watched it grow to the right, but still no sound of their voices emerged from the TV's sound system. Eric contented himself for several minutes, taking in the two women's several attractive body parts and felt his penis stiffen from semi-hard to pulsating granite. His cock had been within that range ever since he had taken his first sip of Kira's coffee more than an hour ago and he was beginning to experience some irritation about it. He was going to need to rub one out very soon, if events refused to allow it to soften entirely. 

As much as he hated to remove these two sexy women from view, he was curious about what else he could find on the TV. He changed the channel again and discovered that the image of Kira and her friend remained on the screen. He kept pressing buttons and succeeded in switching to different channels, based on the number that appeared in the upper left-hand corner of the screen. Still, the image of Kira and her co-worker remained. He decided that their channel was a more than satisfactory visual for him, so he gave up trying to switch away from them. Now, with all of his entertainment options limited, he was left with an irresistible urge to strip out of his bottoms and relieve the intense throb between his legs. He shifted his legs to the edge of the bed, stood up, and undressed from the waist down. If he was going to really enjoy a masturbation session, he preferred not to wear shoes and socks, even though their removal wasn't technically necessary. 

In the process of half-disrobing, Eric noticed a little book sitting on the shelf below the drawer of the bedside table to his left. His attention had been attracted by the cartoon image of a nude woman on the title page. The woman had long, flowing blonde hair and large, firm breasts. Her legs were spread and she was on her knees, staring provocatively straight into the eyes of anyone who gazed at the book's cover. She held a long leather whip in her outstretched hands, with her arms thrust a bit to the left and her booty thrust a bit to the right. Eric whispered aloud to himself, "Nice pose..." 

He picked up the book and silently read the title: "EROTIC STORIES OF REVENGE FROM A TO Z: 26 True Tales of Penetration-Filled Payback". He thought, "This book kind of seems like a perfect stimulation tool for stimulating my tool." Then, he looked at the back of the book and noted a phrase, in quotations, "A perfect stimulation tool for stimulating your tool or your button, as the case might be." The quotation was attributed to Erotic Letters Monthly, which was a publication that Eric had never heard of before.

Eric flipped to a random page in the middle of the latter half of the book to a story entitled, "Snooze Loser". The story was numbered 19 for "S". Eric crawled back up to lean against the pillows on the bed and started reading with his erect penis poking against the spine of the book. This was what he read:

19 SNOOZE LOSER

To keep things confidential, I'll just call myself "C". This letter is the first erotic one I've ever wrote, so I hope people like it. I don't know why I decided to write it. Having done so, I'll probably write more, if something as interesting as the story I'm about to tell ever happens to me again. I'm sure that it will. I'm a girl who finds erotic adventures, if they don't find me first. I should be honest and admit that I didn't write this story to help anybody. There probably won't be anything in this story that people find useful. If I'm wrong about that, I guess that's good, but I really don't care. Mainly, I wrote this story because I like the idea that some man or woman might be able to bring themselves to a nice orgasm by reading about a situation that I found myself in/put myself in. That's the kind of joy that I hope to bring people. 

It might help the reader to know what I look like. I'm a petite, 22-year-old Latina woman. My hair is dark brown, straight, and hangs just a few inches past the height of my shoulders. I have firm, but natural, B-size breasts. I seem to have a constant naughty expression on my face, thanks to the twinkle in my big, brown eyes and the perpetual smirk on my full, puffy red lips. I don't want to seem full of myself, but it's important to be honest. I can't go out in public without causing jaws to drop either with lust or envy. I suppose part of these reactions have something to do with my insistence on wearing the hem of my skirts above mid-thigh and tops with necklines that plunge somewhere between the middle of my cleavage or lower. If the weather is warm, when I'm not wearing a skirt, I'm probably wearing tight bicycle shorts that end less than an inch below crotch-level. If the weather is cold, I tend to wear tight jeans or stretch pants that provide excellent views of my little tight behind and my thin, yet muscular, legs. 

I grew up in Texas, but moved away from home to study English at Brown University. I just graduated a few months ago. I wanted to experience what it's like to live in New York City, so eight weeks ago I decided to take a job as a bicycle courier, since there really aren't that many jobs for English majors in Manhattan. I've really enjoyed it, so far. My work allows me to meet people all over the city and it's great exercise. It pays pretty well, too. Since I'm very efficient at making my deliveries, it's enough to pay for my little one bedroom apartment in the Village. I guess my only complaint has been that I really don't know many people in the city and I've been a bit lonely. 

At Brown, I got used to having lots of girlfriends and, well, having regular sex was nice and something I have missed very much. Since graduating high school, I haven't been at all interested in tying myself down to one guy. I chose to find a group of hot guys at Brown who were ok with sharing casual sexual encounters with me, whenever it made sense for me to hook up with them, according to chance encounters with them at convenient times or to my own whims. The system worked out very well, even though many of the guys were involved more seriously with other girls. For the most part, I seemed to have a talent for picking guys who liked to get together for a fuck session, but would keep it on the down low. That way, I was able to have my fun without being Public Enemy #1 among the female students. Now, things are different and it has been frustrating. I've been working so much and it has been surprisingly difficult to meet people in this overcrowded city. It doesn't help that I'm very picky about who I get involved with, even casually.

Just a few weeks ago, the tide turned a bit. I made a delivery to a 34-year-old anthropology professor at NYU and took the time to ask about his research on the Mayan civilization. I took some courses in human anthropology at Brown and found it all very fascinating. Intelligent men, when they talk passionately about their discoveries and search for knowledge, seem to send an electrical pulse directly to my clitoris. I couldn't resist asking whether he'd like to go for coffee with me sometime. Usually, I hate to be the one to make the first move, but I made an exception in this case. He agreed to meet me on Sunday afternoon, which was my only day off, at a Dean & Deluca close to the university. We really had a good time. He was very funny and smart, so we decided to go out for dinner a few days later. On our third date, he kissed me goodnight before I went up to my apartment, but then we seemed to get stuck halfway to first base.

On our fourth date, we held hands and he kissed me at the end of the night. Then, it was the same on the fifth and sixth dates. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy his company. It's just that things didn't seem to be progressing at all. I found it all very frustrating. I thought it was ridiculous that I hadn't had sex for three weeks. At Brown, and back home in Austin, I had sex at least three times per week. I think it was making me a bit crazy. By the end of our seventh date, I decided to take charge of things more. When he walked me home to my building, I asked whether he would mind walking me to my door, since there had been some issues with break-ins at my building, recently. That part was a lie, but I thought that I could get him into my apartment and then into my pants if I could get him up to my door. When we arrived at my door, I thanked him for a fantastic evening, kissed him on the lips, and invited him in for coffee. To my horror, he told me he was very tired and needed to get on back home. It was only just after 8:00 PM!

Angry, insulted, and sexually frustrated, I left him to enter my apartment. I stormed into my bedroom, tossed my handbag onto the bedside table, and threw myself onto my bed. I keep a long vibrator/dildo in my drawer that, I'm sad to say, I've had to use quite a lot over the past several weeks. I grabbed it, hiked my mini-skirt up to my waist, lifted my knees up, and spread them at a 45-degree angle. I twisted the switch on the dildo to make it vibrate and sucked and licked it until it was sufficiently lubricated. Then, I used my left hand to pull my panties to the side and, with my right hand, I guided it slowly into my pussy. It felt so good, but I couldn't shake my resentment for having to resort to an electrical device to maintain my sanity. I just didn't think it was reasonable to expect someone as hot as me to find it so difficult to get laid. 

Leaving the dildo vibrating away inside me, I reached over to the table and retrieved the phone from my purse. When I moved in, I ran into a man from the upstairs apartment. He had given me his number and told me that I should call if I ever needed anything. He was reasonably attractive, but I hadn't really seen him much, since then. We passed each other in the lobby a few times, but that was all. I know it seems a bit desperate, but I thought that it was worth a try. I called his number and said, "Hi, S., this is C. calling. I don't know if you remember who I am, but I live in the apartment just below you and..."

He interrupted me and said, "Of course, I remember. What can I do for you?"

I asked, "Are you at home right now? If so, are you alone? I mean, are you busy at all?"

"I'm just watching TV right now. Yes, I'm alone. What's up?" he replied. 

I said, "That's great news. I know this might sound a bit strange, neighbour, but I have a big vibrator inside me and I'd really prefer that the thing inside me were attached to a man, if you get my meaning."

After a few moments of silence, his response was, "Of course, I'll be right down." 

I put the vibrator back in the drawer and heard a knock at my door just a few seconds later. Opening the door, I discovered him dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt and he had bare feet. 

He said, "I'm sorry for how I'm dressed. I promise that I'm clean. I just didn't expect to be going anywhere tonight." 

I smiled and reassured him: "No, it's totally fine. I think you look very good to me." I wasn't lying. He was a tall and good-looking guy, who just happened to be very casually dressed. Also, my hope was that he wouldn't be wearing clothes for very long. I took him by the hand and pulled him inside. Closing and locking the door, I guided him into my bedroom. 

I was worried that he didn't think I was serious, so I told him, looking intensely into his eyes, "Please stand here in the doorway. Once I'm in position, I'm all yours, baby." With that, I crawled up onto my bed on my hands and knees and pulled my skirt up onto my back, giving him a clear view of the red, bikini-style panties that barely covered my ass. I turned my head around to look at him and wink as I pulled my panties to the side to reveal my ass crack and my pussy, which was still glistening and engorged from working it with the vibrator. 

I will never forget the look of joy on his face as he realized he wasn't dreaming and that he was experiencing the best surprise of his life. As I watched, he stripped completely naked with lightning speed and then made a gesture with his hands that I interpreted as: "Is this ok?" I nodded, sincerely, since he was in obvious great shape and his large and gradually increasing erection looked so delicious to my sex-starved mind. He stepped forward and wrapped his fingers around the sides of my panties, pulling them down to my knees. He positioned me at the edge of the bed such that my ankles were hanging off and then I felt his cock sliding easily into my slippery opening.

I couldn't help moaning, "Oh, God...", as he thrust eight or so hard, thick inches into me in one stroke and started fucking me in and out so hard that I could hear his balls slapping against me with each stroke. Although I was well lubricated, his cock was thick, so I could feel my pussy stretching with each stroke, especially as the large knob at the end partially popped out and then in again as he slammed the length of his shaft fully into me. He seemed to notice and gasped, "Oh, my God, you're so tight." 

After a couple of minutes, S. slowed his thrusting a bit, obviously wanting to enjoy every second of his good fortune. Now, I felt him sliding in and out of me very gradually. Meanwhile, he used his hands to grab and smack my ass roughly, but not causing any serious pain. It was wonderful, since it allowed me to feel every inch in both directions. I thought I would cum at any moment, when I was suddenly distracted by a knock at the door. Instinctively, I knew who it was and I admit that I still harboured some resentment from the events that took place earlier in the evening. I told S., "Wait, stop. Just pull out for a few moments. I'll be right back."

I got up and let my panties fall the rest of he way to the floor. I also wiggled out of my skirt and took my bra off, which left me naked except for the little white tank top I was wearing that did a bad job at hiding my nipples from view. I closed S. behind my bedroom door before I walked to the door of my apartment. I put on a phony smile as I answered the knock, encountering (as I expected) my anthropology professor standing on the other side. 

I pressed a finger to my lips to discourage him from saying anything and then I used my finger as a signal for him to follow me into the apartment. It was very gratifying to see how wide his eyes got when he saw me practically naked and I will forever enjoy speculating about what he must have been thinking was going to happen as he watched my naked ass as I walked him to my bedroom door. 




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 06



Once I reached the door, I turned and said, "Professor, can you please take a seat there?" as I gestured to a cushioned chair that was in position facing my bedroom. Once he got settled, I opened the door, bringing S., with his wet and throbbing erection pointed toward the ceiling, into view. I got on my knees less than two feet from where the professor was sitting and beckoned for S. to come over. He grinned as he approached and I wrapped my fingers around his cock to stroke him a few times before I plunged it deep into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the professor's face was beet red and that he was shaking from humiliation. 

Between sucks and slurps of S.'s cock, I explained, "Professor, you should have fucked me when you had the chance. It could have been you with my lips around your cock, but you just clearly don't have the balls that my friend, S., has. Now, as a lesson that I hope you never forget, you are going to stay here until S. shoots his load into me." 

With that, I motioned for S. to sit on the couch across from where the professor was sitting. Facing the professor, I guided S.'s cock into my pussy and rode him in that position for several minutes until I felt him squirt a stream of hot cum into me. Meanwhile, S. used his hands to fondle my pussy lips and clitoris so that I came violently, and quite loudly, just moments after S. filled me with gobs of his semen. Although the professor must have been very disappointed that it wasn't his own cock exploding inside of me, I watched him the whole time and was happy to know that he was unable to take his eyes off of us. 

With his cock still inside me, I leaned back and kissed S.'s face and thanked him so much for being there for me. I said, "You are such a good neighbour. I hope we can do this again sometime." To the professor, I said, "You can go now." At that point, the professor stood up awkwardly, since it was apparent that his penis was stiff from the scene he had just watched. He walked briskly to the door and out of the apartment. 

There was about another paragraph or so left in the story, but Eric had read enough. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, stroking his hard cock with his right hand. He stripped his shirt off and, seconds later, a hot stream of cum shot out and formed a large blob on his chest. 

He lay there for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm and then opened his eyes to discover Kira and her friend smiling and waving sweetly at him on the other side of the TV screen. Kira made a gesture with her finger to communicate, "wait just a moment", as they both walked off screen and stepped into the bedroom through the door to Eric's right. Eric was too shocked to move, so he remained laying there with his fingers still wrapped around his shrinking penis as Kira and the other one hopped onto the bed to lie on either side of him. With Kira on his right and the Caucasian girl on his left, the two of them snuggled their heads into his shoulders, pressed their bodies against his sides, and tangled their legs all up in his. 

Eric was speechless from surprise and embarrassment, so Kira broke the silence by exclaiming, "Eric, that was awesome! It is so beautiful to watch you pleasure yourself and watching you cum made my eyes water. I mean, in a good way! This is Trixie, by the way."

Trixie declared, "I'm so glad to meet you, Eric! Thanks for that. I really loved watching you. You're so sexy. Sandra is a lucky girl."

Finally, regaining the capacity for speech, Eric responded, awkwardly, "Ummmm...thanks." 

Trixie offered, "Can I help clean you up?" Not waiting for him to respond, she retrieved a towel from the drawer of the bedside table and used it to wipe Eric's chest. Then, she gently guided his hand away from his cock and dried it off. Eric was too dazed from his orgasm and from the shock of his current situation to voice any objection about the intimacy of her actions. 

Once accomplished, she said, "There! Now, we can get down to business. We're here to go over the rules of the resort with you. That's important, since you pretty much just violated one of the most important ones. It's ok, though, because it's not fair to expect you to follow rules that nobody has told you about."

Kira took the folder that Eric had brought into the house with him and retrieved the same document that Sandra had read over and agreed to during her encounter with Heidi and Clarissa in the lobby. The fog gradually cleared from Eric's mind and, as Sandra had done, he agreed 1) not to seriously hurt any of the resort staff, 2) to have all articles of his clothing removed only by resort staff and never by himself, and 3) to never be anywhere without at least one member of the resort staff present. He reasoned that, once two female members of the resort staff have watched you masturbate to orgasm, it really wasn't so big of a deal to have them around at all times or to have them be the ones to remove his clothing. 

Obviously, he was anxious to discuss these rules with Sandra and he fully expected that she would not agree to them. Still, if it WAS cool with Sandra, he thought that these rules would make for an exciting, albeit bizarre, way to spend the week. He watched as his signature appeared from nowhere at the appropriate space at the bottom of the "rules" document. 

As he speculated about whatever technology would account for magically appearing signatures, Trixie mentioned, "If you're concerned, Sandra has already agreed to these rules."

Next, Kira hopped off of the bed and gathered his clothes up from the floor. Handing them to him, she instructed, "Ok, buddy, now get dressed. Sandra is on her way over."



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Reunited

As Zoe left the lobby, Clarissa looked over at Sandra and asked, "Do you want your clothes now? If you want, you can feel welcome to stay naked. You won't get cold. The resort ensures a perfectly comfortable temperature for guests and staff at all times, even when they are outside. Don't ask me how that works. It's way over my head. In any case, Heidi and I will show you to your cottage, if you're ready."

Sandra considered Clarissa's suggestion and idly reflected that she could, now, totally see herself walking around naked about the resort without shame. She had just brought her naked self to orgasm in front of several dozen young men and women, and felt only a thrill and a strange sense of accomplishment from having done that at the moment. Somehow, she had utter confidence that she had only brightened the lives of all of the people who had just observed her in person and on all of those huge TV screens. She really, really liked that feeling. She assumed, correctly, that everyone at the resort would only feel grateful if she walked around nude for the entire duration of her stay. The only motive she had for putting her dress back on was Eric.

As Sandra was considering these things, Clarissa went on to say, "I guess my advice would be to get dressed, at least for now. If you walk in naked to meet Eric, it might freak him out a bit. As you can imagine, just like you, he's had to deal with some strange experiences this morning. Usually, it's best for couples not to generate too much of a surprise in one another when we reunite them."

This stimulated Sandra to inquire, "So, are couples always kept separate like this when they arrive at the resort?"

Heidi chimed in, "Not always. Our procedures get tailored to the unique qualities of our guest couples. Not to mention, plenty of single people end up here, as well. Once in a while, people even end up here as members of a large group. Couples frequently do get introduced to the resort, separately, however. It's not so much a divide-and-conquer strategy as a way of simplifying. If you were thinking about what Eric was going through, it would make it much harder for you to get comfortable here. Similarly, if Eric were worrying about...well, you get what I mean. Very close couples, like you and Eric, are so sensitive to each other's feelings that it complicates getting you to settle in as individuals. It's one of the downsides of being unselfish with the people you care about, so it is a very common challenge for us. After all, the people who end up here are here because they are generous and caring in the first place."

Sandra was so fascinated that she had entirely forgotten that she was still sitting naked in between two mostly-nude goddesses. When Heidi had finished her explanation, Sandra blinked back at her, somewhat dazed by the thought and resources that must have gone into setting up this resort. Finally, she said, "That all makes perfect sense." She stood up and put her dress back on. 

She stepped out of her sandals to make it easier to pull her panties back into position. After wiggling into her underwear, she put her shoes back on and turned to look alternately at Heidi and Clarissa. She said, "Ok, as much as I hate to ask. Please, put your uniforms back on. My walking up to Eric escorted by two naked girls would be almost as shocking for Eric as if I walked up without any clothes on, myself." Hearing this, Clarissa and Heidi flashed a knowing smirk at one another, but then obeyed Sandra's request and put their skirts and tops back on. Clarissa gestured for Heidi and Sandra to follow her toward the staircase at the far end of the lobby.

As they walked, Clarissa led them to the right of the bathroom doors behind the staircases to a door at the far right-hand side of the room. She opened the door and led them into a huge room that housed an indoor pool with a four large hottubs just a few feet from each corner. The room was completely empty, presumably because the weather outside was so warm, but Clarissa corrected this presumption by explaining, "This pool is only open in the late afternoon. If we came through here in the middle of the night, it would be jammed with staff and guests. It's one of peoples' favorite places to party at nighttime." 

Clarissa led them around the pool and through a door on the opposite side of the room. The door led them outside to breath-taking gardens, complete with bronze statues of various nude men and women and elaborate concrete fountains, similarly adorned with statues of water-spouting naked people. A number of the bronze and concrete statues were dressed in the resort staff uniform and inspection of the full set of them would provide a fairly complete depiction of the categories of sexual interactions that it is possible for two people to engage in. 

Amongst the statues were pathways flanked by flowerbeds, trees, and hedges. For the first time, Sandra could see that there actually were other guests at the resort. Several male and female guests about her age strolled around the gardens or sat on benches, either alone or in larger groupings, accompanied by one or more uniformed resort staff. Sandra recognized some of these staff members from her previous introduction. 

Sandra, Clarissa and Heidi exchanged smiles and waves with guests and other staff members that they encountered as they navigated pathways to the far side of the gardens. Once at the other side, they stepped onto a broad, forest-flanked pathway and followed it for ten minutes or so, until it opened up at the centre of the row of cul-de-sacs that provided the location for the guest cottages. Clarissa led the trio off to the right and they shortly found themselves in the entryway of the cottage where Eric was seated at the dining room table, waiting patiently with Kira and Trixie. A plate of sandwiches, a bowl of salad, a pitcher of lemonade, and a carafe of coffee were waiting for them on the table. When Sandra saw Eric, he leaped up and the couple kissed and embraced in the archway between the living room and the dining room. 

Eric said, "It's really nice that you're here! Look at the lunch that they've set up for us!"

Sandra responded, "It all looks fantastic. I hope you've had as fun a morning as I have, baby. I can't wait to tell you all about it. But, first, I'm starving."

After Eric and Sandra separated, Kira and Trixie introduced themselves to Sandra, while Clarissa and Heidi introduced themselves to Eric. In all cases, the women applied the resort's uniquely affectionate style of greeting; a prolonged, full-bodied, bear hug, accompanied with warm verbal expressions of welcome, such as, "We're so glad you came" and "It's such a pleasure to meet you, finally." Afterwards, the six of them sat down for a very pleasant lunch, in which the conversation centered on a good-natured discussion about how not traumatized the events of the morning had made Eric and Sandra. 

Not able to hold out for long before describing what had happened to him, Eric told Sandra about the strange effects of the coffee Kira had given him. In any other context, Sandra might have been offended by Kira's prank in stimulating Eric's arousal, but in this one she only found the story hilarious. She almost choked on her lemonade from laughing so hard. She laughed all the harder, as Eric continued by describing Carly's actions and antics in the theatre, although she expressed some concern about the girl's tumble and injury. 

Heidi chuckled, informing Sandra, "As I understand it, that is Carly's patented trick. The injury is real, but she has a certain knack for ensuring that her fall always gets her in a sensitive, but not too sensitive, area. She knows that it is the easiest way to get a male guest's hands between her legs. I love her. She's so funny and so cute." The other three staff members nodded their heads in enthusiastic agreement. 

Eric then went on to tell Sandra about his exploration of the cottage and some of its contents, as well as his finding the Kira and Trixie channel on TV as he was trying to distract himself from masturbating. He told her about the book he found on the bedside table and how he masturbated to one of the stories, only to discover, to his horror, that Kira and Trixie were watching him, too. That part of the story sent Sandra into an uncontrollable giggle-fit, during which she begged him to stop, before she gave herself a hernia. Sandra's reaction allowed Eric to appreciate more fully the humour in his situation, which sent him laughing as well. Soon, all six of them were in tears from laughter. 

After several minutes, Sandra remarked, "You girls are so sexy, but also very brilliant. How can Eric be shy about anything here now, now that he knows that you two have watched him masturbating? It's a pretty arousing image, though, isn't it, girls?" In unison, Kira and Trixie both blushed slightly and nodded, as they bit their lower lip. The two of them were the picture of naughty vixens, with just the very smallest hint of remorse about the impurity of their characters. Sandra considered whether there was anything those girls were incapable of convincing a heterosexual man to do. She thought that there probably wasn't much of anything they wouldn't be able to convince HER to do, for that matter. 

Kira spoke up, "I appreciate the compliment, Sandra, but it's really the resort as a team that makes us so skilled at, well, loosening up our guests. We can't take all the credit."

That reminded Sandra to tell Eric, "Oh, yes, did you know that the staff here can read our minds? You can see how much easier that will make things for us. If we need a blow dryer or something, we just have to think it."

Eric laughed. Then, he directed the focus away from his morning to Sandra's, by asking, "So, what happened to you, Sandy?" 

Sandra described Zoe and the effects of the tea. She told him about the documents and their magical image generation abilities. Eric wasn't laughing as she spoke. Instead, he sat speechless, fascinated, and could feel himself getting aroused. This arousal only intensified as Sandra explained how Clarissa and Heidi had convinced her to go through the documents with them. At that point, Sandra stopped. 

She said, cautiously, "Do you want to talk about the rest in private or can I describe this in front of these women? Actually, on second thought, I think that at least one of them must be present with us, so I don't know if it makes sense to make three of them leave..."

Eric reassured her, "I'm not worried about what happened, Sandy. I know you, and I know that the scenario you've described up to now would have made you nervous, but would have also been a dream come true for you. I mean, look at these women. They are like one of your fantasies brought to life. I can't wait to find out what happened next, but I bet I can guess. You got so turned on by showing them those pictures, you couldn't resist at least kissing them, if not more."

"Great, now you can read minds now, too?" Sandra asked, jokingly. "Yep, that's pretty much what happened next, but you won't be able to predict what came after that." 

Sandra went on to discuss how, after a brief back-and-forth, she told Clarissa and Heidi to strip down to their panties. Well, they also had garters, and stockings, but somehow those items made them seem even more naked. She described how she got introduced, one by one, to so many members of the resort staff, and how the group proceeded to honor her for her charitable and professional accomplishments. 

Eric said, "Hmm, I didn't get welcomed by nearly as many people, did I?"

Kira touched his hand and looked mock-condescendingly into his eyes. She said, "Sweetie, you must know that a woman like Sandra will require a lot more to make her comfortable and welcome than it will to make a man comfortable. A woman needs stronger doses of love so that she knows that she can trust unfamiliar men and women; even super hot ones. You'll regret it if I hear anything that seems like a complaint from you. You better work with us to make Sandra comfortable and happy. Your own enjoyment here depends on it." 

Eric nodded, apologetically.

"I like her a lot, Eric," Sandra said, smiling mischievously.

Eric said, "Yes, of course, I was just joking, but it's a good point. Please go on, baby."

Sandra continued by describing how Zoe's presentation proceeded to show her documents on multiple huge screens and in movie format. She conveyed the intensity of her experience flipping into and out of Andy's mind as he started to masturbate and how it all became too much. She said, "I thought I would burst at any moment. I told Heidi to strip me naked so I could masturbate. I actually gave myself an orgasm in front of everyone and they all cheered and thanked me. At first, I was shocked and embarrassed, but now I think it was easily the most satisfying masturbation session I've ever had." 

As Eric listened to these details, his penis stiffened completely and he could feel himself sweating. He said, a bit unevenly, "Baby, I'm so glad that you had that experience. I really want to see that video of you. It would be so hot to watch you in action for your first time. I'm always telling you how you are so much sexier than you seem to think you are."

Heidi spoke up, "It's so true, Sandra. Everyone thinks you are among the sexiest women to visit the resort. Trust me, everyone in your audience was a huge fan of you and you earned so much respect by letting go so completely."

Agreeing, Clarissa said, "Yes, Zoe told me that nobody has ever stripped completely naked before and nobody has finger-fucked themselves to orgasm during the introduction. Me and Heidi cannot believe how lucky we are to be the ones leading your welcome."

With sincere gratitude, Sandra said, "Thanks, girls. I have a feeling that a lot of the credit goes to your skill at making me feel, ummm, so welcome." 

By this point in the conversation, everyone had finished lunch. Eric asked, "Ok, so now what do we do?" 

Kira responded, cheerfully, "Anything you want! What do you guys want to do? Like, what is the first thing that comes to mind; the thing that appeals to you most?"

Sandra said, a little hesitantly, "Well, quite honestly, I really need to get laid after what happened in the lobby."

Clarissa said, "Interesting, because that's exactly what Eric is thinking. Your both also thinking that there is a resort here full of activities and you're wondering whether it is lame to want to do something that you can do all the time at home. The answer is no. If it's what you want to do, then it's the thing that you should do. That's how this resort is supposed to work."

"Sandy, the rule is that one staff member must be present with us at all times. That means we will have at least one observer," Eric reminded her.

Sandy corrected him, "It actually means we'll have four observers. They're all our new friends now, so I couldn't think of which ones of them we would ask to leave. I have this strange feeling that they all won't mind being present. Did you know that there's no sex among staff members and they can't masturbate? It seems the resort keeps them in a state of sexual eagerness, but they don't get many opportunities to enjoy sexual activities. The least we can do is let them watch us."

Heidi reaffirmed Sandra's point, "Yes, of course, we'd all love to be present, but you are only required one of us to be in the room with you. It's completely up to you. I want to remind you also that you must be visible, so it's not like you can do your thing under the blankets like this is a PG-rated movie or something."

"Good reminder," Sandra remarked. She went on to say, "I'm not going to exclude any of you. It's all four of you, unless any of you have other things to do."

Clarissa spoke for the quartet, "The four of us have been assigned to be your escorts all afternoon. There won't always be four staff members assigned to you and it won't necessarily be one of us and, just so you know, you will have male staff members assigned to you very often. Until 5:00 PM, however, it's the four of us."

Sandra said, "...and we couldn't be more grateful for your company. Can you handle an audience, baby?"

"A rule is a rule," Eric responded, blandly. "But, first, can someone direct me to the bathroom?" 

"Likewise," Sandra said.

Kira took the opportunity, as she declared, "I'll show you, Sandra. Heidi, why don't you show Eric to the bathroom off the bedroom and I'll take Sandra to the one at the end of the hall?"

Heidi nodded in agreement, stood up, and took Eric by the hand, leading him away from the table and into the bedroom. Kira, similarly led Sandra to the end of the hall and through the door, revealing a stairway that led to a lower floor to the right and another door on the left-hand side. She opened the door and brought Sandra into a staggeringly huge bathroom, equipped with a marble counter with a large mirror along the wall opposite the door and, to the right, a 6 foot by 6 foot clear-glass shower with shower heads projecting from the left, the right, and the back wall. There was also a toilet tucked inside a wooden doorway adjacent to the bathroom's entrance on the left-hand side. 

Kira said, "It's nice, because the toilet area provides complete privacy, so a staff member could be in the bathroom with you without making you feel embarrassed. The cubicle there is completely soundproof, you might be interested to know. I know that I would be relieved to know that."

"Cool!" Sandra responded, as she hiked her dress up to her waist, according to the drill that was already familiar thanks to her earlier trip to the bathroom with Heidi. Kira smiled and removed her panties as Heidi had done, without being able to completely keep her hands from trembling. Kneeling at eye-level with Sandra's pussy, Kira simply went, "Mmmmm." 

Sandra was feeling entirely naughty, by now, so she noted, "Heidi wished me luck with a kiss at the top of those lips, so can I expect the same treatment from you, also?"

"Well, since you brought it up," Kira said, as she pressed her lips against the folds of Sandra's pussy, held them there for about 10 seconds, and then solemnly kissed the spot as she pulled her head away, solemnly.

Sandra reacted with, "Ahhhhh. Thank-you. A few more kisses like that and I'll probably agree to lend you my husband." 

Kira giggled in response, stood up, and hugged Sandra. Sandra hugged her back and turned into the stall, closing the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Heidi was singing praises of Sandra as she walked Eric into the bedroom and opened the door at the far left-hand side of the room. The bathroom off the bedroom was also huge and identical to the one that Sandra was using. Outside the stall that housed the toilet, Heidi got on her knees, unbuttoned and unzipped Eric's shorts, and removed his shorts and underwear from around the throbbing obstacle poking out from between his legs. 

Leaving his bottoms around his ankles, Heidi remarked, thoughtfully, "It's really beautiful, my friend. I mean it's very, very nice. I just don't see how you're going to pee with it pointed up in that direction."

Eric responded, "I know. It's not going to work. It also doesn't help knowing that your face is only inches away from it."

Heidi suggested, "That's what I thought, so step out of those bottoms of yours and I'll sit on the counter over here. You go sit on the toilet seat and we can chat about less sexy things. Hopefully, your big guy will take the opportunity to relax a bit. He needs to save that energy for Sandra's pussy."

Eric laughed, "If you talk like that, you will not be discouraging him."

Heidi slapped her hand against her forehead, "Oh, yes! I'm sorry." She continued, "Tell me about the cases you're working on."




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 07



Eric started talking about a class-action suit that he was trying to put together against a company that had been pouring carcinogenic chemicals into a reservoir without informing people who relied on the reservoir for their drinking water. He also described how he was trying to work with retail food workers to set up a union to improve their benefits, salaries, and working conditions. After a few minutes, his penis was soft enough to allow him to relieve himself. He stepped into the stall and closed the door behind him.

After Sandra and Eric emerged from their respective bathroom stalls, their escorts helped them get dressed again and brought them back into the bedroom. Clarissa and Trixie were already seated in chairs along the bedroom wall. Heidi and Kira found their own chairs to sit in and Sandra and Eric looked at one another a bit awkwardly. Eric embraced Sandra and they started kissing passionately, at which point their actions flowed quite naturally, aided by the hundreds of previous sexual experiences they had had with one another.

Eric reached his hands under the hem of Sandra's sundress and began massaging her asscheecks with them. For her part, Sandra used her right hand to rub the front of Eric's pants, feeling his cock rise and inflate from beneath the material. 

In a brief pause between deep kisses, Sandra said to their observers, breathlessly, "Can somebody please help us out of our clothes?" In brief visual flashes during their standing make-out session, Sandra and Eric saw Trixie vs. Heidi/Clarissa vs. Kira play a game of rock-paper-scissors. Trixie won her match, shouted "yes", and clapped loudly. Clarissa was the victor in hers and bunched her fingers up in little fists from the glee of winning. The losers both had expressions of irritation and disappointment on their faces, but they rallied quickly and congratulated their respective opponents. Trixie and Clarissa stood up and approached which member of the couple was closest to them, which meant Trixie made a move toward Sandra and Clarissa toward Eric. 

As Trixie reached Sandra, her and Eric remained engaged in kissing and rubbing one another. Eric's hands were up under Sandra's dress, fondling her breasts, as Trixie moved directly behind Sandra and grabbed the hem of her dress on each side with her hands. She yanked upward and pulled the garment up over Sandra's head. In concert with Trixie's move, Clarissa similarly yanked off Eric's shirt, tossed it to the side, and spent several moments sliding her hands over his back. Faced with Sandra's bare back, Trixie wrapped her hands around her middle, rubbing them gently over Sandra's flat tummy. Reaching around Eric, Clarissa unbuttoned/unzipped his pants and pressed her body against his back and rear and slid it along the length of his body as she pulled his bottoms down to the floor. He stepped out of them, just as Trixie was finishing performing a similar move with Sandra's little panties. 

Eric and Sandra found the combination of each other and the feel of the two women pressing against the other side of them extremely intense, but the moment was fleeting as Trixie and Clarissa moved the couple's clothing off to the side and returned to their seats. Still standing, Sandra and Eric pushed hard against each other to feel every contour. Eric kneeled down and guided Sandra to lean over the end of the bed with her legs outstretched at an angle. He positioned himself behind Sandra's open asscrack and began alternately tongue-fucking her ass and pussy. Out of an involuntary reaction, two of their observers gasped approvingly. Eric sucked each of Sandra's openings with lip-smacking enthusiasm for a few minutes and then easily slipped two fingers into her engorged pussy, sliding them in and out as Sandra groaned with pleasure. 

Satisfied that they were off to a good start, he guided Sandra to lie on her back on the bed and he turned himself around to straddle her face with his legs and bring his own face into alignment with her pussy. Sandra immediately grabbed the base of his cock and jammed it into her mouth. She made Eric groan as she sucked hard and rapidly on the round bulb at the tip, like she was using her lips and saliva as a high-suction penis-polisher. A few times, Sandra lost her connection with Eric's cock and her suction made a deep smacking sound, like one more frequently hears produced by a vacuum cleaner. 

Kira commented, glancing over in Clarissa's general direction, "That must be one of my favorite sounds..." 

Eric tried to watch what Sandra was doing by looking down between his legs, but the feeling was too intense and he couldn't resist closing his eyes to feel the full effect. He groaned deeply and threw his head up to face the TV. Opening his eyes again, he could see Heidi just to the right and Kira just to his left, out of the corner of his eyes. 

He put Sandra's sucking into the background of his mind as he felt her rapidly sucking about two-thirds of his shaft in and out along her velvet-textured tongue and between her soft and well-moistened lips. He turned his attention to Sandra's pussy. He buried his face between her legs and commenced attacking her clitoris with his tongue. Eric's licking generated an exquisite, overpowering sensation for Sandra and she popped Eric's cock out of her mouth to stroke it with her hand. A loud, high-pitched, "Uh-huuuuh!" escaped her lips. 

Eric supported his licking by sliding his index and middle finger into Sandra's slippery opening. Sandra's body tensed and she produced several loud, "Oooooo!", noises. Her eyes were closed and she had a tight grip around Eric's cock with one hand. The couple spent several minutes in this configuration, with Sandra's passionate noises gradually increasing in volume. 

Eventually, Sandra broke that position by guiding Eric to flip off of her and onto his back. Sandra sat up, straddled Eric, and cruelly rubbed the tip of his penis around the entrance to her pussy. Now, Eric produced a long, drawn-out, "Ohhhhhh!", which transformed into an, "Aaaaaaah!", as Sandra lowered her ass to guide the length of his cock fully into her. She held Eric's hands down on the bed with her own and leaned forward to start pumping his cock. His shaft glistened with the layer of moisture that Sandra left behind, which was a detail not missed by the four female observers. 

Clarissa remarked, quietly, "Sandy, baby, you're so so hot that your pussy looks like it's melting all over Eric's very delicious-looking..." Her voice just sort of trailed off at the end of the statement.

As Sandra rode Eric's cock, each of their perceptions made this experience different from all of the other sex they had had together. Eric not only felt the wet softness enveloping his cock again and again, he also somehow felt what it was like for Sandra to feel her pussy widen to make room for him each time she dropped down. He felt what the angles and curve of his erection felt like against the warm walls of her vagina. At the same time, Sandra experienced the sensation of what it was like for Eric to have her pussy surround and consume his shaft. 

This doubling up of ordinary sexual sensations sent Eric over the edge and he expelled a salvo of semen into Sandra. The accompanying powerful thrust from Eric's hips and the feel of his cock spasm inside her pussy sent Sandra off into orgasm as well. As she did so, her muscles tensed, she arched her back, and threw her head up. In the middle of her full-body explosion, she threw her eyes open and her lust-filled gaze met an equally lusty gaze that Heidi was hurling at her.

Suddenly, Sandra had a momentary sensation much like the experience of biting a metallic filling down on tin foil. It felt a bit shocking and electric. When the sensation vanished, she found herself somewhere else. She was encased in a sort of a glass tube and her body felt strange, as though all of her parts were bendier. 



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Heidi

Sandra's vision scanned down to the floor and she discovered that her body had a rough, green texture. Her two lower limbs were no longer jointed at the knees, or anywhere else for that matter. Instead, they formed a continuous line that broke into a tightly wrapped, beige platform constructed out of what seemed to her like long, thin tendrils. These tendrils (her feet?) writhed within their tight configuration, making the set of them at the end of each of her...legs?...look like a clump of worms that were trying to break free from the rest of their group. The limbs they supported were lined with a network of what Sandra could only describe as green veins, like those that line the surface of leaves. 

Spirally wrapped around each limb were about three or four cords that Sandra thought resembled vines like the ones that Tarzan uses to swing about the jungle. Sticking straight out from along the length of the cords at frequent, regular intervals, were small, thin green flaps. In other words, there were some bizarre things going on below Sandra's waist, not the least of which was the length of these lower limbs. They were at least four feet longer than the ones Sandra had left behind in Canada. Higher up on Sandra's new body, the two limbs came together. There was no sign of anything like human genitals at the point of intersect between the two limbs. The combination of the limbs simply generated a larger green, veiny, vine-wrapped component that Sandra decided to think of as a "trunk". 

Sandra intended to take in more of this new form that she had taken, but none of this body would obey her mental commands. It seemed to move according to the will of some other mind. Eventually, whoever it was that was in control lifted four upper limbs (arms?) and brought them up close to whatever body part it was using for vision. (Sandra was beginning to lose confidence that she was in a being that had parts that were analogous to human ones). Though narrower, the construction of these four limbs was much the same as the lower ones. As with the lower limbs, these limbs appeared wildly flexible, like rubber. They didn't have an elbow joint like human arms and there was no possibility that their flexible movements would have been possible if they had a stiff, human-like skeletal structure. The limbs each had the same tendril-like grouping at the end, but these endings were clumped together more loosely than they were at the end of the lower limbs, allowing the separate bits to writhe around more freely. As for length, these limbs were about two feet longer than Sandra's human arms. 

These upper limbs fell down out of view and Sandra noted that she could feel the position in space of the various parts of this body, but it was very difficult for her to put together and make sense out of it. She reflected that SHE almost felt like she was made out of a pile of writhing worms from all of the confusion of these different flexible pieces that constructed the body she had found herself trapped in. Just then, a creature that was evidently the same type as the one that was hosting Sandra sauntered into view from the far left corner of the room, using its long flexible green lower limbs to generate long, deliberate strides. 

Now, Sandra could see what the other parts of this being looked like, discovering that it had a part which was clearly in the head category, only it was much larger and flatter from the front to back than a human head. Also, it had a mix of large, thin white and red flaps, that extended out from around the narrow part of its circumference. There didn't appear to be anything like a nose or a mouth. Instead, the being's saucer-shaped face only had two large round eyes, with strikingly bright green irises. The eyes were surrounded by long, green lashes, and Sandra witnessed the eyes occasionally disappear behind blinks from upper and lower green eyelids. The rest of the face was a dark, brown-black colour, and fuzzy-looking. She thought the head looked like a big flower. It was decidedly not even remotely human, but very pretty, in any case. Sandra felt as though the being she was inside had much confidence in this other one.

The creature stopped to turn and face Sandra inside her glass tube and proceeded to engage in a series of fluid, rhythmic movements. It looked to Sandra like a beautiful dance that seemed to have symbolic meaning for the mind of her host. Sandra was able to comprehend the gist of these meanings through the perceptions of her host. The basic idea was that a process was about to begin that might be painful, but that the pain wouldn't last very long. Her host was not afraid, but intensely excited about what was about to occur. Sandra experienced the body she was inside wiggling around in complicated ways and knew, through spill over messages she received from her hosts mind, that these movements conveyed a signal of readiness and enthusiasm to the other being. 

Terminating their exchange of dances, the creature on the other side of the tube walked around behind a tall, white podium at the far right corner of the room, about 10 feet away from where Sandra-but-not-Sandra was standing. Other than the podium and the tube, the room was empty. The room's floor and domed ceiling were white, making the it seem much like movie depictions of Heaven, if the creator of the movie thought that Heaven probably had rooms that were shaped like igloos. The room was lit brightly, and seemingly continuously, from the inner surfaces of the dome and the floor. It was as though these inner surfaces uniformly generated light by their very composition. With all four of its upper tendrils participating, the creature behind the podium performed some incomprehensible actions on a display. Sandra's host looked down to observe the appearance of a red light that encircled the base of the tube. The creature behind the podium made some dancing gesture that Sandra somehow knew meant something like, "Straighten up and stay still." Her host obeyed the command and the red light filled the bottom inch of tube and started slowly growing upward, gaining momentum as it grew. 

As the red light spread throughout the little chamber, Sandra experienced a hot pain that started from her lower tendrils and quickly spread along the length of her lower limbs and up her trunk until her whole body was surrounded by the light and consumed by an indescribably hot agony. Sandra thought that the creature was being both roasted and stretched to death. It was as though she had found herself inside an absurdly sadistic torture device. But, it was only a few moments before the light and the pain vanished. Her host looked down at a very healthy pair of female human legs that joined with hips to either side of a vagina covered by a subtle layer of fine blonde pubic hair. The instant reaction of her host was fascination mixed with relief, which transformed almost immediately into panic as the legs wobbled and she collapsed into a heap at the bottom of the tube. Two additional creatures that were clearly the same species as the one behind the podium emerged from the left of the tube. They were essentially identical to the creature that had initiated Sandra's host's transformation, except that they possessed different colored flaps (petals?) around their large heads (one had a combination of blue and yellow ones, whereas the other had a combination of white and purple). 

Looking up from the bottom, Sandra's host watched one of these new beings press a button on a control panel attached to the tube's surface. The entire length of the tube then lifted up toward the ceiling of the dome, freeing Sandra's host from its confines. Each of these creatures took hold of one of the host's arms with their lower limbs and lifted her up such that her legs dangled about two feet from the ground. The host hung there limply and Sandra could sense a despair and helplessness. It, ummm, or she, clearly did not know how to begin generating actions from this weird new body. The creatures carried her to an area of the dome behind the tube and gently worked together to place her on a white, cushioned platform that appeared to be floating a few inches above the dome's floor. 

One of these creatures positioned itself behind the platform on the end that supported the host's head and guided it toward a large curved tunnel. The creature that wasn't pushing walked along beside to the right of the platform. They moved slowly toward what looked like a dead end to Sandra, but the creature to the right of the platform reached an upper limb over to press something on the side of the tunnel and the obstacle that blocked their way split into two halves and quickly disappeared, apparently absorbed into the surrounding dome.

Proceeding along, the creatures guided the platform through a bewildering network of tunnels. Eventually, they halted the platform and pressed a panel on the left side of the tunnel. A door split open and the creatures guided the platform inside. Sandra's host had her head turned limply to the right, allowing her to observe a row of five other platforms along the right-hand wall. Each of these platforms supported a nude human; three females and two males. Surprisingly, all five of them were familiar to Sandra. Starting from the platform nearest to the door, the humans in the room consisted of Carly, Andy, Trixie, Joe, and another woman that Sandra had met during her introduction session at the resort. She tried, but failed to remember the last woman's name. Each of the humans had a large, metallic silver cap attached to their scalp, which was connected to wires that bundled and exited the room at a hole in the surface of the dome behind them. They all appeared to be unconscious. 

This sight was not a comforting one for Sandra's host. Her host appeared aware that she wouldn't be able to use her new body, having had no prior experience with being inside one like it before. Nevertheless, it was also clear to Sandra that her host possessed a fair amount of theoretical knowledge about her human body. She sensed a frustration from her host that she couldn't control her gaze enough to explore it more, visually. As they had made the trip to this new room, her host had tried to direct her attention to difficult-to-understand touch sensations, but eventually gave up trying to make sense of them. In the end, all she could conclude was that there was something so much stiffer and blockier about this body than the one she was used to. 

The two creatures manoeuvred her platform beside the last one in the row. Now, to the host's right was a silver cart that supported the same headgear that was attached to each of the other humans in the room. The creatures worked together to attached the helmet to the host's scalp and then connected a portion of the bundle of wires originating from the wall to the helmet. The helmet didn't cause Sandra or her host to experience any pain. Instead, they felt a warm sensation spread along the surface of their scalp and a sense of extreme relaxation. Soon, Sandra and her host passed into a blissful, dreamless unconsciousness.

Sandra's host awoke and opened her eyes, feeling groggy and muddled. She turned her head to the right and Sandra observed a naked Carly through her host's eyes. Seated at the edge of her platform, facing Sandra's host and with her feet dangling a foot or so off of the floor, Carly cheerfully exclaimed, "Hi! Finally, you're awake!" 

Carly patiently sat waiting for a response, understanding first-hand how confusing waking up human can be. Sandra's host blinked to clear some of the blur from her eyes and reflected on what she had learned about human communication. She mentally recited her textbook knowledge about human speech and hearing. It was a curious way to communicate, thought Sandra's host, but she was pleased to infer that the skills programming part of her transformation succeeded well enough for her to understand the sounds coming from her neighbour.

Remaining silent, Sandra's host lifted her neck and scanned the room, revealing to Sandra that they were in a smaller room than the one they entered just prior to losing consciousness. Carly was the only other person in this new space, which appeared to be designed to accommodate only two of the platforms that supported Sandra's host and Carly. Looking over, Sandra's host discovered a dull ache in her left hand, thanks to the IV drip that was attached. 

Seeming to guess what her host was thinking about, Carly declared, "That thing hurts. I was glad when they removed it. Now that you're awake, they'll take it out and you can watch your hand heal itself over time. Mine's almost healed completely. It's really amazing to see the human healing mechanism for real and from the inside, after only reading about it or seeing video." As she spoke, Carly devoted some of her attention to exploring various of her bodies parts with her fingertips. Joyfully, she declared, "The outside is so soft and flexible, but the inside feels so stiff and hard in places. Can you believe it! We did it!" 

Through her conversation with Carly, Sandra brought her communication capacities online, which included emotional reactions, as well as verbal and non-verbal communication. The programs transferred into Carly's human mind were quite robust and only required a bit of a kick-start at the beginning to get them going. Also, Carly provided some clues about the form she now inhabited. Carly remarked, "It's nice that you're a blonde pale-skinned female one, like me. It means we have some obvious things in common." 

Sandra's host said, "Well, I don't really know much about what I look like, yet. I can't wait to find out. If I look like you, I'll be very happy. There's something about the way you look that makes these eyes not want to look anywhere else. I don't even know what my name should be. Humans have names for one another, don't they? Is there something I should call you?"

Carly responded, "The technicians have named me Carly. I don't know what your to be called. There will be someone by, very shortly, now that you're awake. After that, you'll spend a while here. The schedule ensures that there is a freshly transformed recruit to greet us when we wake up as humans for the first time. Another female recruit, named Clarissa, greeted me when I woke up. I'm here to greet you and, soon, I'll go and you'll do some experimenting on your own with this new body, with the help of some instructional video lessons. After a time, they will bring another recruit and place it beside you and you can be the first face they see as a human. I have to say, I'm having so much fun!" 

She said to Carly, "Do you need to breathe constantly, like my body does? You seem to be able to say so much without taking a breath?" Now, it was Sandra who laughed, or rather, the equivalent of laughter for a being stuck within another being's mind. 

Carly laughed and said, "No, it just seems that way because I'm so glad to be doing this. I mean, we're all crazy for humanity or we wouldn't have signed up for this project in the first place. I was such a Humanity fan when I was growing up. Of course, you must have been, too, or why would you have majored in the subject at the university? It was pretty lucky for us that our civilization established this project. I assumed that there wouldn't be all that many Humanity-related occupations when I graduated. Thanks to this huge initiative, there are plenty of jobs for graduates, like us, who are obsessed with everything human and Earth-related."

Sandra's host said, "You're right, Humanity and Earth is practically all that I've thought about my whole life. The obsession was passed down through my family for generations. A pair of my distant ancestors worked on the Missions of Discovery that revealed to us Earth's existence and, since then, so many members of my family have devoted their lives to gathering information about the planet Earth and its most advanced species. One of my more recent ancestors was one of the producers for the original broadcast channels that brought real-time images and details about events on Earth. Then, of course, transmissions of what goes on there provide one of our most beloved sources of entertainment. The popularity of the broadcasts has made the original producers of the programs famous and revered throughout our civilization. It's not just us, Carly, our civilization is crazy about humans. It's just that not all of them feel the need to know as much about them as we do."

After a moment of reflection, the host said, "Of course, the reasons why so many of us love to watch them do vary. You know, lots of us actually enjoy seeing them in conflict or watching them fail. I've always rooted for them and it makes me so sad to see them fighting or making bad choices. Still, I suppose it's the drama of their successes and tragedies that make them so satisfying to watch. I know I would have gone on to do a doctorate in the field and studied them as a university professor somewhere if this project hadn't come along."

Carly replied, "Wow, you're a natural at human speech. Big words, sweetie! My grades weren't high enough to get into an advanced studies program like that, but I do love them so much. I'm definitely like you in rooting for them."

After Carly's statement in support of humans, Sandra's host's ears detected some movement and she was impressed that she was not only able to detect the presence of the sound, but also the general direction it was coming from. She somehow knew that it came from the tunnel beyond their room. Carly said, "I think that's one of the technicians." A moment later, a member of their tall green species strode into the room and stood at the end of Sandra's host's platform.

Sandra's host was still lying drowsily on her back. She turned from looking in Carly's direction to look up at the technician, who started an elaborate dance of limbs and torso movements. Through her host, Sandra interpreted the dance to be very friendly and, in English, it meant something like: "Welcome! Thanks very much for agreeing to be part of the Helping Stems project. I hope that this one has been charming upon your awakening? You can respond in human language. The language we've chosen for you both is human English, since that is what most of the people speak in the region of Earth where you'll be stationed. I'll put on my translation goggles, so I'll be able to understand you." With that, the technician reached to retrieve a pair of goggles from the shelf behind him and strapped them around his head.

Once he was ready, Sandra's host said, "Carly has been a wonderful greeter for me. We are already best friends and I will be sad when she leaves me here alone."

The technician danced some more to explain, "You will meet up with her again, after you have learned some of the basics about your new body. Please let me remove this attachment for you," motioning toward the host's IV. The technician then proceeded to remove the IV and replace it with a small, circular bandage. Sandra marvelled at the dexterity of the technician's upper tendrils. There were so many and they were so flexible, it seemed that they could be modified into any shape and for any purpose. 

As the technician worked at removing the IV, it commented, "We have given you the name, Heidi, in human language. Will that be agreeable for you?"

Now Heidi nodded and said, "I like it. It sounds like a nice name."

Interrupting loudly and grabbing Heidi's arm with both hands, Carly agreed, "I love it! Heidi...Heidi...Heidi. It's beautiful!"

Having removed the IV, the technician danced, "You are now programmed to interpret and produce human speech, gestures, and texts that are most commonly used within the Earth culture that we will be sending you to. You won't find it difficult to be adept at these communication skills with just a little bit of practice. You're probably already an expert at it after conversing with your partner here for a time. Our programming is quite extensive and incorporates almost all of the subtleties of human communication appropriate for the culture of southern Ontario in Canada. Add what you've learned about humans from our broadcasts and from your schooling and you shouldn't have any trouble, whatsoever."




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 08



The technician continued, "We have also programmed physical abilities that will allow you to control your new body's movements. The knowledge is already in you; getting your body working properly just requires knowledge of what it can do and then trying it out for the first time. Indeed, you are more coordinated than most humans. You're body can perfectly duplicate any action that you observe being performed by another human. Actual humans usually take much more practice to acquire complicated movement skills."

The technician continued, "Communication and movement skills represent the extent of your pre-programming, except for some adjustments we've made to the design of the human brain. First, in all of the transformees, we have eliminated all capacity for rage, which makes you even nicer beings than you were in your previous form. I mean, our species is very socially cooperative, but we do get angry from time to time. 

As humans, the most any of you will ever experience is brief annoyance or instances of mild frustration; only enough to motivate trying harder without motivating hurting anyone. As humans, it will be impossible for you to hurt anyone intentionally. Second, none of you will have the capacity to experience possessiveness over another being. Our species never had that as a component of our design, but it is a chronic trait amongst humans. Unlike humans, you will never get even slightly jealous and you can be entirely confident that none of the other transformees will either. As you know, jealousy is one of the most destructive forces that resides within the human brain."

"Both of those tweaks have to do with sources of conflict among humans that we don't think it made any sense to incorporate into your design. The third major alteration is that you will not possess any concept of human social groupings. Humans seek bases on which they are similar to other humans, and most of the ones they value are actually quite trivial. Once they've categorized themselves as members of a group that is distinct from members of other social groups, they adopt a preferential stance toward members of their own group. You both know all about this. This type of conflict is one of the reasons watching human activities is so entertaining, heartbreaking, and dramatic for our species. You will not have the capacity to conceive of social groupings, on any dimension, as a relevant basis for evaluating other humans. You will be able to develop preferences for some humans over others, but only based on their intelligence, physical traits, or their charm. That also means that, unlike with humans, there is nothing in your design that will allow preferences for people you've known longer than other people. On the contrary, we've enhanced the mechanism in humans that favours novelty, so that you will very likely find yourself slightly preferring new humans to familiar ones. This modification will prevent our transformees from forming any sub-groups that can isolate them from other humans and other transformees."

As Heidi pondered the differences between humans and her species, something occurred to her: "Excuse me, but what would our species be called in this human language? There is obviously nothing in my vocabulary that I can use, since humans are not aware of our existence." 

The technician danced, "Yes, we've had to make up a suitable title for ourselves. As you are aware, on Earth, sea creatures gradually acquired limbs that allowed them to crawl up onto land. In time, those creatures became smaller mammals, which gradually evolved into increasingly complex forms. Humans represent the pinnacle of that process, primarily on account of the evolution of their large brains. On our home planet, we never had any mammals. There were only ever plant species for our entire history. In time, the ancestors of our species developed mechanisms for controlling movement of their stems and the roots at their base. Ultimately, our ancient ancestors developed a deviated stem and the capacity to detach their roots from the ground, which permitted movement. The ancestors of humans were trapped in the sea, whereas our ancestors were trapped in the ground. Once freed from these constraints, evolution could proceed more ambitiously. Our species emerged as the height of that process on our planet. As with humans, the main source of our success also derives from our very large and complicated brains." 

"That's a long story to tell you, just to inform you that we evolved from plants and that humans evolved from mammals. Unlike humans, our species derives much of its energy from light energy, just as more primitive plants do wherever we've encountered life in the universe. The term for that in the language we've programmed into you is: photosynthesis. So, we've decided it sensible to refer to ourselves as Photosynths in that language." 

Heidi said, "Thanks for that very thorough explanation. I feel like I'm in class, again. So, what happens next?"

The technician guided Heidi through getting her movement abilities started, so that she could stand and walk. As she developed these important skills with the technician, Carly cheered her on. At the end of these lessons, Carly congratulated Heidi by sharing the comfortable experience, at least from their perspective, of being a beautiful naked woman hugging another beautiful naked woman.

Releasing Heidi and taking a step back, Carly took the newbie by the hands and explained, "By the way, that's a hug. You've probably seen humans do that before. Clarissa showed me just before she left. I think it's terrific, so we must agree to do it to everyone from now on. I promised Clarissa."

"Of course, I agree!" Heidi replied.

"Super!" Carly exclaimed, grinning. She added, "So, if what happened with Clarissa is any clue, I'll be leaving with the technician and you will have lots of time to learn other basic things about how to use your body." 

Heidi and Carly turned to look at the technician, who danced, "Yes, I don't have much else to do to get you started. I just need to tell you that the room across the hall has instructional videos that you will use to prepare to leave the transformation facility. I wish you the best of luck as you contribute to this project. It was a pleasure to meet the human version of you."

The technician turned toward Carly and danced, "It's time for you to come with me." Giving Heidi a little finger wave, Carly followed him as he sauntered out of the room and turned right. The two of them carried on down the tunnel until they were too far away for Heidi to see them or hear their steps.

Heidi's walking programs were finely honed, and now that they had been brought on line, she walked her naked self with pride, poise, and elegance from her bedroom and through the door on the other side of the tunnel. This room was much larger than the one she had just left. There was a large video panel embedded within the far side of the dome. Large mirrors hung down to the floor from the dome ceiling to either side of the video screen. To the side of each mirror, there was a stool that Heidi cleverly determined was for sitting and looking at her reflection. There was a comfortable-looking couch positioned several feet in front of the screen and a variety of human objects on shelves to the left and right. 

The left side of the room hosted what Sandra recognized to be a refrigerator to the left of a long, white counter. On the counter to the right of the fridge was a box-like appliance that, to Sandra, somewhat resembled a microwave. Via Heidi's mind, Sandra corrected this initial perception, allowing her to recognize the appliance as a machine that generates virtually any inanimate object that is small enough to fit inside. Sandra decided to think of the gadget as a replicator and reflected on how the creators of Star Trek would be gratified to know that an advanced alien species actually could make one of their dreams come true. Above the counter were stacks of dishes, sets of cups and glasses, and other essential kitchen/dining tools. 

Heidi was so thrilled by the presence of these items. Artifacts from Earth were very popular conversation pieces, to be found in practically every Photosynths home. But now, Heidi would be able to use them as a human. She would have the ultimate authentic human experience and, maybe, she could help save humanity in some small way. Of course, as the Phostosynths who had hired her for the project explained, she would retain all of the knowledge and memories from her life as a Photosynth after her transformation. It wasn't as though her former self was over-written and she was grateful for that. At the end of her time working with the project, they would convert her back and the process would leave memory for all of her human experiences in tact and she was grateful for that as well. She would return to her planet a hero and a source of invaluable knowledge about one of the Photosynths' favorite leisure activities: the tumultuous activities of the inhabitants of planet Earth. 

To the right, there was a toilet and a shower enclosed with clear glass, as well as one open cabinet that appeared to be stocked with various hygiene, make-up, and hair grooming supplies and another one stocked with cloths and towels. Closer to where Heidi was standing at the entrance to the room was a long white counter with a sink and faucet set into the centre. A large rectangular mirror was attached to the back of the counter, extending about 5 feet above the counter's surface. Through Heidi's reaction, Sandra felt a powerful curiosity at the sight of this mirror. It had just occurred to her host that she could use it to see what she looked like. This realization sent Heidi to walk off to the right, so that she could view her reflection in the mirror above the sink. 

As Heidi reached the mirror and stood facing it, Sandra felt Heidi's powerful sense of joy and the wet sense of tears welling up in her eyes. She loved everything about her new body. Her heart thumped at the sight of her face, which she perceived as unbelievably adorable. She pinched at her upper body and wondered at the perfection of her new form. She bounced up and down and clapped her hands. Then, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around her body, squeezing herself and rocking from side to side, as though she was a best friend that she hadn't seen in a very long time. She muttered aloud, in between giggles, "I'm so happy. I can't believe it's happening. This is better than I ever imagined." She opened her eyes and smiled brightly back at herself. 

Just then, a voice coming from the video screen disrupted Heidi's celebration as it gently inquired, "Heidi?" Heidi turned to face the screen. A nude, dark-haired woman about the same age (early 20s) as Heidi's human body was seated on a couch that appeared identical to the one in front of the screen in the room Heidi was standing in. Sandra recognized the woman as Zoe from her introduction. 

Zoe said through the monitor, "Hello, Heidi. Greetings from Earth! I'm Zoe. I've been part of the Healing Stems project for some time now, so I help get female transformees ready to live amongst other humans. Why don't you sit down on the couch?" 

Heidi walked over to the couch and sat down, observing mentally that it felt nice to rest these human legs after they'd been standing for a while. Zoe continued, "A bit later, you will be preparing for the project with other Photosynths who are also training to work with the project and have also undergone transformation. After that, you'll be ready to travel to work with us on Earth." 

Nodding, Heidi said, gratefully, "Thank-you. I can't wait!"

Zoe said, "Of course, but now there are some important things I need to teach you. Everyone chosen for the project knows much about humans already, but observing humans and being one are two very different things. The programming you received was merely for communication and motor skills, but those skills are expensive, complicated, and time-consuming enough. We can't provide all of the knowledge you will need just through using our technology to modify your neural circuitry. Now, you will need to do some learning on your own."

From that moment on, Heidi spent several days getting used to all of the procedures involved in keeping her body in excellent condition and perfectly clean. The detailed regimen that Zoe prescribed really was quite elaborate, so we'll simply rely on the notes that Heidi took of things that she was worried she might forget at the time.

On Day 1, Heidi wrote down this list: "1. My name is Heidi. 2. I met Carly and Zoe today. 3. My face is cute, I love my hair, and my body is tight and small. (Note: Yes, small, but it's nice they gave me pretty big breasts. 4. Zoe is my teacher. 5. Milk tastes good, but take smaller sips. 6. I like the taste of apples. 7. I must remember to take smaller bites or make my bites smaller by chewing. 8. Liquid waste comes out from between and solid waste comes out from behind, but humans don't talk about that very often. 9. There is something about Zoe's rear end that makes it hard to stop staring. 10. I need to be sensitive to an uncomfortable pressure that will tell me whether I need to expel waste. 11. Always flush and wash my hands."

For Days 2/3, Heidi wrote: "1. Shave hair from legs, vagina, rear opening (don't like the word anus), and underarms, everyday. 2. Thorough internal cleaning everyday (mouth, vagina, and rear cavity). 3. Shower and clean body, frequently. (Take every opportunity, between activities. 4. Don't let razors cut you. 5. Know when to close your eyes and mouth in the shower – Ow! and Yuck! 6. Brush and floss your teeth after eating. 7. Coffee rocks! 8. I like bagels w/ cream cheese." 

For Day 4, she wrote: "1. Hair must be kept in perfect condition as much as possible. (Take every opportunity, between activities – Again). 2. Make-up must be applied and maintained constantly all day lone (TEOBA – Again!). 3. Curling irons burn! 4. Getting out hair tangles. It hurts!"

For Day 5, she wrote, "1. I'm a fantastic dancer. 2. Running is fun and especially to music. 3. There are 24 Hours in a day; 8 Hours for Sleep; 1 Hour for Exercise; About 2 Hours for eating and drinking; About 6 Hours for Washing, Make-Up, and Hair Styling (excessive!); About 30 Minutes for Waste Expulsion; Total = 17.5 Hours, Remainder = 6.5 Hours." 

On Day 5, it was just past 7:00 PM according to the clock on Heidi's TV screen when an image of Zoe reappeared, as she often had for the past several days. As usual, she was nude and, as always, presented herself to Heidi with her black hair gathered into pigtails projecting out from either side of her head. Heidi sat down on the couch to await Zoe's instructions. Zoe waved and shouted, "Hey, Heidi! You've done a great job, so far. You're going to be ready for Advanced Training soon. You'll know when a new transformee arrives in the room across the hall. It shouldn't be very long now. Please help us welcome them, just as Carly did for you."

Heidi replied, "I will! I look forward to meeting them in human form."

"Great!" Zoe exclaimed and added, "For this next lesson, may I ask what you know about human sexuality?"

Heidi recited knowledge she acquired from her studies at university, which was quite technical and emphasized the reproductive function over the experience. Zoe clarified some things, briefly instructing a class on the various human motivations for having sex. She finished by saying, "The reason why I'm telling you this is because you're about to enter Advanced Training, in which there will be a number of other humans. Of course, all of them are transformees, like you, and you might even have known them in Photosynth form. Still, they are all very beautiful, the way we've designed them, so all of you can cause sexual arousal in each other without even touching one another. That arousal will naturally motivate each of you to want to stimulate each other, sexually. We want you to understand that it's ok. Do whatever comes naturally to you. You should enjoy being human during the time you have. The only thing The Project requires is that you only engage in sexual activities with partners who have agreed to participate in them with you. If you want to have any kind of sex with transformees you meet in Advanced Training, you shouldn't have trouble finding willing partners. In each of you, we've made a number of modifications to the typical way that humans are constructed."

"Such as?" Heidi asked, with a clinical sort of curiosity. 

Zoe replied, "First, none of the female transformees, like you, can menstruate or ovulate. Their bodies won't do anything that could produce a human offspring, regardless as to how much sex they have. Male transformees do not ejaculate sperm when they have an orgasm. We have modified their structure, so they are completely unable to impregnate anyone. They still ejaculate when they orgasm; it's just that the substance that comes out of them has no sperm in it. Second, all of the transformees rate unusually high on their enjoyment of orgasms and on their desire to have them. Humans refer to this variable as 'sex drive'. All of you have as high a sex drive as any human could possibly have. " 

"Wow, BIG FUN without risk! It sounds like a very nice situation for us to be in," Heidi commented.

Zoe grinned at Heidi, and said, "Yes, it is important for you to know that, but it is the sex drive part that is most relevant right now. You don't particularly have a sex drive, even though you may have felt a slight twinge between your legs over the past few days. When you have an orgasm, it will bring your sex drive online, just as it does with natural humans or just like how your walking and dancing came on line when you tried THAT out for the first time. When you have an orgasm for the first time, you will want to keep having them pretty often. So, you can expect to add that to your little schedule of daily activities. I just wanted to prepare you for that, because I want to guide you through your first orgasm." 

Hearing this, Heidi closed her eyes and grinned, clasping her hands together in excitement. Zoe remarked, "I'm glad you're so eager! Just watch what I do, for now."

Zoe leaned back on the couch and lifted her feet onto the edge, such that her knees were bent. She spread her thighs apart. She explained, as she touched herself with her right index finger, "Heidi, this is the opening for my vagina, which you can see more clearly with my legs spread. Just above, here where I'm tapping my finger, is my clitoris. Get into this position and try to find the spot with your finger."

"I sort of feel some slickness in my vagina just from watching you, Zoe," Heidi commented.

Zoe replied, "That's how this tends to go. Your body is responding to me as erotic. You can understand, now, that sexual arousal is a lot more complicated than rubbing the right spot. Also, the wetness you are experiencing is your vagina preparing for sexual activity. It gets wet so that the penis or anything else you want to insert in there can slide in easier. Your vagina is designed as though your body has had sex before. In virgin human females, there is a seal that makes it difficult and painful to have sex for the first time. By design, female transformees don't have that."

"I'm getting wetter down there just hearing you talk and there is a bit of a throb. Is that from my clitoris?" Heidi asked. 

Zoe responded, "When I talk about sex, you think about it and that also generates sexual arousal. Yes, that throb is from your clitoris. Try to find it now with your finger. Trust me, when you find it, you'll know."

Heidi got into Zoe's position and used her own index finger to touch the same general location on her own body that Zoe was pointing to. As she poked around, she said, "I'm not sure if this is...oh, um, wait...mmmmm." Heidi closed her eyes and all of hers and Sandra's perceptions became drowned out in waves of bliss.




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 08



Zoe started rubbing her own clitoris and said, encouragingly, "Good! Nice job, baby. I must say, that watching you is making my pussy wet, too. Every transformee that they bring me is so sexy..."

All Heidi replied was, "Oooooh...yeah...yeah."

Zoe said, "While you're enjoying that, I'll remind you about what I said before. It is easier and it feels even more intense to rub there if your finger is wet. If you want to try that, you can lick your finger or just use the wetness of your pussy. Now, before you do that, I need to tell you about another modification we've made to the typical human design. The reason why humans have those arousal sweet spots, like the clitoris, is because they contain a high concentration of sensors that connect directly to the pleasure centers in the human brain. For female humans, that means their sweet spot does not receive direct pressure during many forms of sex. For a female transformee, like you, The Project improved on this design by including these sensors around the opening of the vagina and around your anus. Why don't you try putting your finger inside your vagina to lubricate it a bit?" 

Heidi followed these instructions and inserted the tip of her finger into the now slippery opening of her vagina. Touching the outer rim made her gasp and the feeling shocked Sandra, having never felt such an intense and thorough jolt of pleasure simply from touching or being touched there before. The passion claimed their entire body and it was as though Zoe no longer existed. Heidi closed her eyes and started circling the opening to her vagina with her eyes closed, emitting regular, whiny-sounding, "uhhhhs", "mmmms", and "yee-ahs". After several moments, she slid her finger inside and started plunging it in and out. The feel of her finger passing the sensors around the opening was overwhelming and she screamed loudly and her muscles seized causing her to toss her body around on the couch. It felt like a wonderful bomb went off inside her mind. Heidi was convinced that she had never had a more intensely fun experience, even in her life as a Photosynth. She was already wondering how long it is appropriate to wait before trying to have another orgasm.

After catching her breath, Heidi opened her eyes and watched Zoe shout, "Yes!", and toss her own body around on her couch. After a moment of breathless recovery from her own orgasm, Zoe said, "That was fantastic, Heidi! See how the feelings can take over your mind?"

Heidi nodded, sheepishly, and said, "I'm sorry I stopped following instructions..."

Zoe replied, "Don't apologize. The point of this lesson is just to get you started. The orgasm that you had was the only goal. Now, as I mentioned, you'll want to have more orgasms from now on. Just have fun with it. At Advanced Training, you will find plenty of other transformees to share sexual activities with."

That thought made Heidi's heart pound. "I very much look forward to that," she mumbled.

Zoe said, "Good! That's all for today. I'll see you again, later. It's probably time for you to get some sleep now. Sweet dreams!" With that, Zoe vanished from the screen. Heidi and her sweat-drenched body were left alone once again.

Heidi felt blissful. It was a happy, floating sort of feeling, but she also felt quite drowsy. She lied down on her couch and quickly fell asleep. Three times in the night Heidi (+Sandra) woke up in the middle of a disorganized, sex-filled dream. Each time, she was compelled to rub and finger herself to orgasm. Also, each time, Sandra thought, "Really? Again?" Soon after, all of Sandra's capacity to think was then extinguished by the feeling of hot pleasure radiating from Heidi's pussy. 

Heidi spent an additional two 24-hour cycles practicing the various skills she learned in the proper daily sequence. She spent her extra time dancing, masturbating, reviewing her notes, and watching some of the instructional videos again. She discovered that it was possible to combine activities, such as by masturbating in the shower or while watching instructional videos. 

At the end of the second day, Zoe appeared on the screen and said, "You've done very well, Heidi. It's just about time for you to move on from here. Now, you will sleep and a transformee will be across the hall when you wake up. They will be unconscious, so you can greet them warmly when they awaken. I've had fun teaching you and I can't wait to see you again when you arrive here on Earth!"

Heidi smiled and waved as Zoe's image disappeared. She promptly fell asleep, hoping that her next place for sleeping would be as comfortable as her couch had been.



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 09



CHAPTER 9: Some More Advanced Training

The next morning, after Heidi had performed her cleansing and make-up rituals and had breakfast, the screen came to life and Zoe's face appeared, as before. "Hello, again, Heidi," she said. "A new transformee is awaiting for you to welcome them into their new state. You're headed for Advanced Training, today!" 

Heidi experienced a thrill from head to toe and rushed to the room across the way. In much the same way that Carly had greeted Heidi, Heidi provided a friendly welcome to The Project's newest female transformee. The new girl was a few inches taller than Heidi (about 5-3). Her hair was light-brown and very long. As Heidi watched her lying on the bed, her hair seemed to have spilled onto her body from above, the way it covered various of her parts down to her waist. When the technician arrived, he informed her that her name was Brandy, which she seemed to like. Having started Brandy on her way, the technician guided Heidi out of the room and they turned right and continued for several minutes down the tunnel. Eventually, they opened and passed through a door and then entered an elevator that took them up about 5 floors. As they rode, the technician danced that they were going up to ground level. 

The technician sent her through the door alone and into a large room full of coffee and end tables and cushioned furniture for sitting on. There was a television mounted on the right-hand wall and a row of offices to the left. The far side of the room hosted a staircase that led to upper floors. Sandra recognized the category of room immediately. It was a fairly typical Common Room for a university residence. Heidi stood at the entrance to the room and puzzled about what to do next. Very soon, an older human woman emerged from the nearest office. She was the first fully-clothed human Heidi had seen, up to now. The woman wore a black pantsuit over a white blouse. As she approached, her eyes peered over a pair of narrow reading glass, scrutinizing Heidi from head to toe. 

She stopped just a few feet in front of Heidi and put a hand up, "Please, wait to hug me. I know how the bunch of you freshly-transformed like to hug. You'll get your chance!"

Heidi froze and thought that it was very perceptive of the woman to anticipate the tight embrace she had planned. She also felt a bit less unique as a specimen and that dropped her mood about half a notch. 

Millie smiled and spoke in a gentle tone, "My name is Millie. Welcome to Advanced Training. Please let me show you to your room."

Heidi stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Millie's neck, really pressing a good hug into her, hoping to regain some sense of notoriety. As she squeezed, Heidi exclaimed, "Oh, thank-you, Millie! It's so nice to finally get here."

Millie patiently rolled her eyes, waiting for Heidi to release her and then stepped away. She smirked and declared, "I have no idea how I'm going to get you all to stop hugging me. I'm just here to do room assignments. I don't have any desire to take part in your obscene activities. I know you're all bisexual and I don't care, but some of the rest of us gals are not slightly interested in sex with women." 

"Oh, yes, I know!" Heidi exclaimed, clasping her hands together. She continued, "I learned all about that in school. By the way, you're the first human I've seen with clothes on."

Millie responded, "Yes, well, since all of you insist on molesting me when I greet you, I thought it best to keep some minimal barrier between myself and your engorged and chronically excreting private parts. I must say, that the men are much worse for me than you girls on that point. If I were naked, I've no doubt that one of them would accidently ram me in one of my holes and somebody would accuse me of man-child abuse. Look, having spent many years among actual humans, I've sort of acquired some of their habits. One of them is trying to avoid someone splashing sexual fluids on their bare skin by covering up a bit." 

Heidi giggled and said, with her hands at her waist, "You're hilarious, Millie! It makes me want to hug you again."

"You stay back," Millie demanded, but not angrily." She added, good-naturedly, "This suit protects me from all of you slapping your hard, oversexed bodies against my bare skin. That also means that it's worth the trouble of changing clothes twice a workday, thanks to the residue that you all tend to leave behind when you try to hump me like a terrier. It wasn't that bad the first time. There is no way I'm going to take the chance of your getting pussy juice all over me now. I thought I had a dry one, for once, but I'm aware that you and all of your colleagues have slimy lovemaking ooze dribbling at a constant rate down your thighs." 

Heidi thought that the woman was overreacting, but this conversation was too fun not to play with old Millie some more. Heidi frowned and bent forward to inspect her thighs for this lovemaking slime. She slid an index finger up the inside of one thigh until reaching her crotch and discovered that she wasn't quite dripping, but she wasn't quite totally dry, either...

She slowly straightened and, looking Millie in the eyes, admitted, "Ok, Millie. You are definitely the expert and I'm the slime-covered sexual predator. I think we should still be friends and I'll promise not to try to fuck you. Deal?" Heidi reached out her hand and Millie returned her handshake, laughing. 

"Stop fooling around, you silly cunt," she ordered, in the midst of chuckling, which only sent Heidi giggling until she couldn't resist putting her other hand on Millie's shoulder. After some moments, they finally stopped laughing and detached. Millie became reflective, adding, casually, "Buu-uut, I think you may be my favourite, so far. Although, as I said, I'm not into ladies."

"Cool." Heidi said, casually, smiling and nodding. She looked up the staircase and found it difficult to count how many upper floors there were in this building. She inquired, "How many floors are up there?"

Millie replied, "From here, there are 24 and there are four living spaces for each floor. Each living space is meant to be large enough for around four transformees, so we have capacity to house 96, altogether. We are at about 75% capacity, right now, but more of you come through that door all of the time. We will reach our capacity very soon, I expect. There's an elevator on the second floor. You've been assigned to Apartment 12A, so we'll be taking you up to the 12th floor."

As they reached the second floor hallway, the pair rode the elevator to Heidi's floor and Millie directed her to the door of her apartment. Millie explained, "Until we are at full capacity, formal Advanced Training will not begin. That will take several more days. Until then, you are to remain in your apartment. One other transformee is in there, already. You should know that the bunking system here is to be quite fluid, so don't get too attached to her. At the same time, you won't want to miss any opportunities for getting to know one another better. You'll be bound to work a great deal with her at some point in the future, when The Project really gets going." 

Pausing, she squinted and smirked in Heidi's direction and said, "Plus, I know what you transformees are like. You all act like you've been in prison for years...," her comments trailed off as she turned and walked slowly back toward the elevator. 

"Thanks, Millie!" Heidi shouted gleefully in the direction of Millie's back and Millie threw up her arm in a half-hearted signal of farewell. Turning her attention to Apartment 12A, she pushed open the door. Peeking inside, she heard music blasting, which motivated her to creep more fully into the apartment to investigate. Closing the door behind her, she stepped slowly to her right, finding herself in the middle of a short entrance hallway that opened up into a living room area on the right-hand side. Seating there was organized to face the direction of a video screen mounted on the far right-hand wall. To the left, was a kitchen area with a refrigerator and an object generation device. A hallway continued deeper into the apartment beyond the kitchen. 

Heidi shrugged to herself. She shouted, "Great music! Where are you?! I mean is anybody here?!" 

The music stopped, abruptly, and a rather tall and bosomy Asian goddess crept, searchingly, into the hallway, about thirty feet from Heidi's position. Struck with an idea, Heidi quickly ducked into the kitchen area and tried desperately to keep her breathing under control and to suppress the tempting urge to giggle. 

Her new roommate inquired to thin air, "Is someone there?"

Heidi heard steps getting closer to the kitchen entryway and waited until she could see the girl's toes cross the threshold. She sprung and landed face to breasts with the woman, who instantly released an ear-piercing squeal and collapsed onto the floor.  

Heidi commenced giggling, uncontrollably, as she squatted down and took the woman's hands. "I'm so sorry!" she said, through her chuckles. Her new Asian friend looked at her with a frown, seemingly speechless. Continuing, she said, "I'm your new roommate! I'm Heidi!"

Although still panting from the shock of Heidi's appearance, the woman's face softened and she smiled. "Wow, nice entrance! I'm Kira. Also, I'm going to fucking get you for that."

Heidi giggled and responded, "Now, that sounds like fun. Let me help you up." With that, she stood and helped lift Kira upright again. Then, she wrapped her arms around Kira's waist and pressed her head into her roommate's chest. The feeling of another's nude body pressed against her was exquisite. It was nothing like anything she had experienced since her transformation. She could tell that Kira was similarly appreciating the embrace, because she tightly wrapped her arms around Heidi's shoulders and snuggled her head into the blonde curls on top of Heidi's head. 

After a minute or so, Kira whispered, "I think I totally forgive you."

The two fresh transformees relaxed their embrace enough to look into one another's eyes. Exchanging serious looks, they both internally marvelled at their new roommate's seemingly flawless beauty. Heidi inquired, "So, what's it like here?" 

Kira explained, smiling, "It has been pretty much like the earlier training, until you came along to terrify me. That is, it's been interesting getting used to this new body, but fairly lonely, also, since Amber left a couple of days ago. Zoe doesn't pop in to provide instructions here. I've been going a bit crazy, on my own, since I've had a taste of what it's like to have someone else around."

"Well, now I'm here to keep you company," Heidi promised. "What is the protocol, though? How long should we hold each other? It feels really good, but I'm just not sure about the traditional length of greeting hugs. Also, it's hard for me to fully check you out with my eyes only inches away from your very pretty nipples."

Laughing, Kira speculated, "I think that the length of hugs depends on how much the people like each other. For example, Millie had no interest in hugging me downstairs, but I gave her a good one anyway. Unlike you, she had objections about getting my tits in her face. I guess this one has gone on longer than normal, even for old friends, not that I'm complaining."

After one last squeeze, Heidi and Kira released and commenced visually inspecting one another. Suddenly, nothing was funny and Heidi could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest. She couldn't resist the urge to inspect Kira with her hands. Kira apparently didn't mind, because she stood quietly as Heidi traced her right hand along the inward curve of Kira's waist and along the front past her belly button. Stopping for a moment, Heidi smiled up at Kira and then proceeded, a bit hesitantly, to slide a finger along underside of Kira's breasts then she lightly squeezed each nipple with her thumb and finger. Kira gasped and closed her eyes.

Heidi had only herself to explore for days, but she didn't expect her reaction to an encounter with another project recruit to be so intense. Still, it was like a dream coming true, since having a partner was a common theme in her frequent masturbation sessions back in her old accommodations. Still exploring Kira's upper body with her right hand, she slid her left hand along Kira's right thigh and around to her firm rear end. Once it arrived there, she couldn't resist a gentle squeeze and curling her fingers into the cleft separating Kira's smooth round cheeks. As Heidi's index finger made brief contact with Kira's little hole, Kira said, "Ohhhh...". 

Heidi took that as a signal of encouragement. She spent a few moments lightly groping Kira's tight brown rear end with one hand and kneading her breasts with the other and reflected that she could now feel somewhat of the dripping that Millie referenced upon her arrival. Eventually, she got down on her knees, which put her eye level somewhat below Kira's pussy. With her hands cupping each side of Kira's rear end, she just stared at it, having never seen one that close before and she was finding out that having her own and being able to inspect another's were very different types of experiences. She reflected that knowing she was having a pleasurable effect on Kira intensified her own lusts, which very much distinguished this new experience from her other, solo experiences. 

Kira gasped and then sort of generated a long, chesty groan as Heidi slid her right hand around to feel the smooth little flaps of flesh between Kira's legs. Heidi used her fingers to separate Kira's lips to get a peek at the little hole hidden inside. Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed the shimmering moisture spreading from that spot and she spent a moment feeling Kira's slick natural lubricant between her fingertips. She broke the silence and whispered, staring distractedly at her damp fingers, "Oh, baby..."

Proceeding with her inspection, Heidi probed and gently pried with her fingers to find Kira's so-called sweet spot. She moistened a thumb with the wetness just below and spread it over Kira's clitoris. Kira reacted with a gratifying little squeal. Heidi took her hand away and smiled. She put her hands on Kira's hips and guided her to face in the opposite direction.

Heidi momentarily forgot to breathe as she looked up at Kira's round little ass. Passing her finger down the line that separated Kira's cheeks, she instructed, "Pull these things apart for me and lean forward a bit."

Kira obeyed and Heidi put her hands on her knees to spend a few moments staring at her new friend's puckered little opening and the rear view of her pussy. After she was satisfied that this mental image was committed to memory, Heidi used her pointing finger to slowly trace the line between Kira's ass, again. This time, her finger was able to pause and linger, circling the tiny peaks and clefts around Kira's rear opening. Kira reacted by simultaneously gasping and moaning. Heidi proceeded to slide her finger down the middle of the area between Kira's two lower openings. After taking her time arriving at Kira's pussy, she stopped and got the tip of her finger wet by swirling it around inside. 

Heidi rubbed the moisture against her thumb and finger, as before, and put her finger in her mouth to find out what Kira tasted like. She said, "Mmmmm, Kira, you taste good."

Next, Heidi lined up an index finger with Kira's pussy and slowly slid it inside. She was fascinated by the way that the opening felt tighter against the hard, knuckle parts of her finger than when it surrounded the softer parts of her finger in between. The inside of her own pussy was warm and wet, of course, which felt terrific, but Heidi knew that feeling already from experimenting with her own body. In this case, she was more interested in the visual of Kira's pussy appearing to devour her finger and then push it back out even though she was actually the one doing the pushing and pulling. 

Meanwhile, Kira started to curse from her body's passionate reactions to Heidi's probing. Through some light panting, she muttered phrases like, "Fuck, yes, baby, that's how it's done," and "You're such a beautiful, dirty slut. I'll squirt my jizz all over your hand, if you're not careful." 

After only a few minutes of focused attention from Heidi's index finger, Kira said, in gasps, "No...now stop...that's enough." Heidi removed her finger, now well-coated in Kira jizz. She put her hands on her thighs and patiently waited, resting her butt down on her feet as Kira took a few moments to catch her breath. 

Regaining composure, Kira turned around and took Heidi by the hand. She said, smiling and looking into Heidi's pretty blue eyes, "Very cute little woman, you are an aggressive one, but I must assert some authority right here. I was here first, so I think it's only fair for me to be in charge. My roommate before, Amber, tried a few things out on me and with me, so I want to try and pass some knowledge along to you. Come with me."

Supporting Heidi until she stood, Kira led her down the hallway and through the last door on the right. Inside was a large bedroom, complete with quite a huge bed against one wall and a flat-screen TV on the opposite wall. A door on the other side of the bed opened into a bathroom with an oversized shower and a long counter for grooming and applying make-up. The bathroom also accommodated two private bathroom stalls. Once closed, the thick wooden doors of the stalls provided the occupant with complete visual and auditory privacy. Heidi declared, "Nice bedroom!" She followed up by asking, "Where's mine?"

Kira informed her, "This is OUR bedroom. There aren't any other beds in this apartment, so I hope you don't mind sharing."

Heidi reassured her, saying, "Oh, no, trust me, I'd be very pleased to share, particularly with you. That way I can fondle you all night."

Kira grinned and said, "That reminds me. I want you to try something with me. Just before Amber left...well, she was only here for about a day...she asked me to do this with her and it felt so good. It's the main reason why I've been almost nuts since she left. I really want to try it with you. You're just so damn cute. I mean, if that's ok with you, of course."

"Sure, boss," Heidi teased. She asked, "What should I do?" 

Kira moved over and seated herself at the edge of the bed, pulling her knees apart so that her feet were touching. She commanded, gently, "Come over here and sit like this at the edge of the bed."

Once Heidi was in position, Kira turned to kneel in front of her. Staring intensely at the exposed region between Heidi's legs, she told Heidi to lay back and she grabbed Heidi's ankles to shifted the woman's feet over the side of the bed. She directed Heidi to shuffle her rear so that it rested as close against the edge as possible.

Kira cleared her throat and leaned forward. Sticking her tongue out, she tentatively touched the tip against the opening of Heidi's pussy and noted a jolt of tension momentarily wrack the girl's body. Kira used her lips to pull at the little folds between Heidi's legs and placed a lingering kiss in the region of her clitoris. Kira was gratified to hear Heidi respond with a high-pitched "uh-huuh" sort of sound. Heidi was trembling now each time Kira took a pause from making mouth to genital contact. After she felt finished with probing Heidi's vagina with her lips, she plunged her tongue as far into her opening as it would go and swirled it around inside. 

As Kira tongue-fucked her, Heidi's ability to maintain any composure disappeared and she began screaming loudly. Before losing control completely, Heidi put a hand on Kira's head and said, "Wait, stop. Do you think that it would be ok for me to have a better view, while you do that? Like, can you do that from overtop of me so that I can look up at your pussy while you lick me?" 




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 09



Kira thought, "That's a pretty good idea." She instructed Heidi to lie back closer to the head board and then she crawled up to lie against her on the right-hand side. She pulled Heidi's face toward her and the roommates kissed for the first time, with flicking tongues and wet lips. After making out for a few moments, Kira rolled over on top of Heidi and kissed her way down Heidi's neck to delay for several minutes to suck on her perky breasts and, particularly, her little pointed nipples. She slid her body down, kissing along Heidi's firm and flat belly and pressing her breasts against Heidi's upper thighs. Kissing the upper limit of Heidi's pussy lips, Kira rotated her body. 

The height difference between the two women meant that it was impossible to get into a proper 69 position. Heidi's lips simply couldn't reach when Kira's face was lined up with her pussy. Still, as Kira resumed her tongue probe of Heidi's vagina, Heidi had the extra pleasure of watching her roommate's shimmering genitals as she writhed against the wet pressure sliding around and inside her own. From her position, she was also able to use her hands to squeeze Kira's ass and pass the palm of her hand between Kira's legs. Soon, it was all too much and Heidi's body spasmed from head to foot. Kira pressed her tongue and face harder into Heidi as she came. When Heidi's screaming finally stopped and her body relaxed, Kira affectionately laid one side of her face against Heidi's pussy and let her new roomie appreciate the happy feeling that replaces the violence of orgasm. 

After a few minutes, Kira lifted her head and quietly stated, "So, that's what oral sex feels like, baby. Fun, isn't it?"

Heidi responded, still a bit winded, "Oh, my, yes. That was so intense. I thought I might hurt myself with all of that thrashing or that I might break your neck."

Looking down at Heidi's petite frame, Kira declared, "I'm confident that there is no way you could hurt me, shrimpy."

Heidi responded by delivering a stinging slap to Kira's ass. "Ooh, stop, that tickles!" Kira said, sarcastically. "My point is just that you should feel free to lose all control, because I can handle it. But, the question is, can you?"

Heidi was fully composed again and realizing Kira's meaning, she said, "Oh, yes, it's my turn, isn't it? I think I'll be ok, Amazon woman. I might be small, but I'm also tough." She pulled her body up toward the headboard to put Kira's pussy in line with her lips. Kira spread her legs wider apart to lower her pussy down onto Heidi's face. Heidi's tongue was already sticking out as her roommate's crotch approached and she flicked it around Kira's opening.

Once again, Heidi was struck by how nice it tasted in there. She would later discover that each transformee represents a slight modification of the normal human design, in that their sexual fluids are flavoured pleasantly and in a unique way for each transformee. Kira's natural lubricant was infused with just a hint of pineapple. 

Finally, Kira's pussy was gently touching Heidi's lips, who then began exploring the region orally, just as Kira had done to her. Kira responded by whimpering and loudly crying encouraging words out, like "Yes!", "Fuck!", "There!", and "Oh, Heidi!" 

Just when Heidi was planning to really plant her tongue into Kira's wet hole, she heard a strange sound burst. She felt Kira shift her body slightly and they heard a familiar voice coming from the direction of the TV screen. 

"Oh, jeez Louise!" Millie said. "Well, Heidi, I see that you are already getting along very well with your roommate. It's an unfamiliar view of you, I must say. I'm not sure you're aware, but it looks like someone's been chafing your privates. I'm guessing that it has something to do with Kira's choosing now as a good time to give you a facial. Tell me, Kira, is she a squirter?" Kira was facing the television with her back arched and her hands pushed out in front to hold herself up. She merely giggled happily in reply to Millie's question.

Millie continued, "I think this must be some kind of record. I thought this message would be plenty early enough even for you dirty insatiable sluts and the cock-for-brains male transformees. In any case, Heidi, it is procedure for me to bust in like this and see whether you have any questions or if you are satisfied with Kira's guidance? I think it's fairly apparent that you are willing to receive instructions, among other things, from Kira, but it's my job to make sure nobody slips through the cracks...oh, there I go again. I'm sure that the mere mention of cracks has all of you phenomenal skanks drooling from two holes."

Kira teased, "Oh, Millie, you're just jealous. Why don't you come up here and join us!"

"No thanks, lesbians," Millie replied, shaking her head and chuckling. Finally, she got back to her original purpose and asked, "Ok. Enough. Heidi, do you have any questions or concerns?" 

Heidi would have responded before then, but unknown to Millie was that Kira was applying just enough pressure so that, every time Heidi tried to speak, her lips and tongue got all tripped up on Kira's dripping pussy. All Millie heard was a muffled reply originating from underneath Kira's straddled legs. Losing patience, Millie said, irritated, "Well, it's clear that you're busy, so I'll interpret your incoherent response as a signal that you are doing well and that this is a playful position you whores have put yourselves in and that Kira is not in the process of murdering you. 

Millie ordered, "Kira, mind the little woman's breathing, now! We need to get her back to home when we're done with her and she must at least appear to have been well treated." She cut the connection between the room and the reception offices downstairs and the roommates were left in private, once again. 

Kira grinded her crotch around Heidi's face, playfully, and taunted, "That was for scaring me, little one! Hahaha!" 

Heidi gently bit Kira a couple of times to silence her and carried out her earlier plan to thrust her tongue in that pussy until Kira chanted her name and, at least for a few moments, worshipped her as a goddess. When Kira started screaming, "Heidi! Heidi! Heidi! Yes, Heidi! Heidi, work that magic tongue!" As Kira came, her body tensed and she made a nonsensical, deep-throated "uh-uh-uh-uh" sound. Eyes closed tight, she threw her head back and her hands tightly clutch the mattress. Heidi smiled the best she could with Kira's pussy pressing down on her lips. She thought that Kira's worshipping her tongue was pretty good and close enough.



Unplanned Vacation Ch. 10



CHAPTER 10: Social Skills

After their friendly introduction, Heidi and Kira had a nap pressed tightly against one another. Waking up, Kira led Heidi to see what was on their TV in the living room. Kira explained that there hadn't been anything presented on there except for some brief pop-ins by Millie. This time when Kira and Heidi sat down, the screen came to life and Zoe appeared, grinning.

She said, "Hey, girls! I can see that you have been acquainting yourselves with one another, which is very encouraging news!"

Pale-skinned Heidi blushed brightly at this comment and, somehow, brown-skinned Kira appeared flushed, as well. They simply smirked and nodded in agreement.

Zoe continued, "On that subject, it is very important for me to instruct you both that any sexual activities must be immediately followed by your cleansing and aesthetic rituals. That is, unless you plan on going to sleep, in which case you can put those rituals off until you awaken. You are meant to look your best and be impeccably clean at all times. Also, you must be aware that sexual activities can cause some skin problems in your, ummmm, sensitive areas."

Heidi and Kira both looked between their legs and noticed that they did look a bit red and puffy down there. Zoe instructed, "Your bathroom contains excellent lotions that you must apply to those relevant areas for after engaging in sexual experiences. There are other lotions that you should make a habit of applying over the rest of your bodies, but don't put any in your mouth or in any of your other holes. The labels will tell you which lotions are for what purpose. They will keep your skin smooth, firm, and healthy-looking. You must do this. Bye, girls, and have fun!"

The screen went blank before Heidi and Kira had time to respond to Zoe's order. Nonetheless, they promptly headed over to their bathroom and spent the next hour or so showering, cleansing, moisturizing, and doing their hair and make-up. Once they were finished, it was late afternoon, so they ate dinner together and enjoyed presenting edibles that the other hadn't tried yet. They discussed their excitement about being part of the project and how fun it was to experience being human. 

Later, Kira showed Heidi a sizeable room filled with standard computerized exercise equipment, including a step machine, a treadmill, and a stationary bike. They worked up a sweat together, chatting all the time about Earth events and the most fascinating books and documentaries they'd seen about life on Mammal Planet, as it was commonly referred to by the Photosynths. (Well, to be more precise, that was the loose translation of what they called it in the movement based language of their species.)

They finished an hour-long workout and then went through their cleaning and beautifying process again. At the end of the day five bright stars appeared on the mirror of their bathroom, with the words, "Great job, girls! ~Zoe", printed just below. 

Kira remarked, "I'm almost certain that regular humans, even ones that are known for being put-together, don't go through all of this trouble staying pretty. I wonder why we must take it all to the extreme, like this. I'm not complaining, because it's actually fun, especially doing it with a partner, but it seems clear that the role we will play in The Project depends a great deal on our physical attributes."

Heidi nodded as she finished putting the bounce back in her hair. She said, "Yes, the purpose of The Project is a mystery to me. It's all been very vague and secretive. I'm aware that all of us were recruited from universities because of our interest in humans and the stated goal of The Project was to finally intervene in a way that could save them. Honestly, I couldn't pass up the chance, once I found out that we'd actually be going there and in human form. I mean, who could really pass that up? Still, I hope they brief us at some point as to the specifics of their plan."

Kira nodded agreement, shifting behind and wrapping her arms around Heidi's neck. She said cheerfully to Heidi's reflection in the mirror, "Meanwhile, I think that just this part easily makes it worth the trouble of getting transformed. Humans have such a raw and beautiful way of connecting, compared to us Photosynths. Think about our reproductive activities. It's pretty. Couples dancing together with all of that pollen flying around, but we don't ever need to actually touch one another. Just feel me against you. Your little rear against my thighs, my breasts against your neck, my genitals pressed into your back. Feel me squeeze your titties with my hands. These are experiences that I am so grateful for and it will hurt a lot when the time comes for me to transform back." 

Heidi turned her head and Kira bent down to kiss her. Heidi led Kira into the next room. They crawled into their huge bed and took turns orally pleasuring each other before falling into a deep and restful sleep. 

Three days passed in which the two roommates slept, cleaned and groomed, exercised and ate together. They thoroughly enjoyed this time, since they had found their initial days as humans intriguing, but also quite lonely. They discovered files on their TVs that consisted of documentaries about Earth, as well as entertainment programs. They were both disappointed that sex tended to be, at most, hinted at in these programs, but they were still engrossed by them. The programs appeared to have been actually created by humans for broadcast on Earth, which made these items very novel for the women. In their former state, the only information they received about Earth came from Photosynth sources. What hours they didn't spend on mundane human body maintenance, they spent viewing their programs and then discussing them. In the process, together, they were developing some understanding of human social interactions. 

Of course, the roommates also took advantage of each other's presence to satisfy themselves, sexually. Early on, Kira got an urge watching one of the programs and started probing between her own legs. Noticing the initial signs of masturbation, Heidi quickly responded by climbing onto Kira's lap. Facing Kira, Heidi held her roommate's gaze by placing her hands on the woman's face. She asked, sweetly, "Can we agree that if one of us has the urge, that person must ask whether the other is interested in participating?" Kira nodded and, from that point on, they only pursued sexual release together, whenever the desire struck them. It struck them a lot and each room in their little apartment provided the context for at least one incident of wet, slurping, and finger-plunging girl sex, ultimately resolving in loud, mind-shattering orgasms for the both of them. 

On the fourth morning since Heidi's arrival, after the girls woke they noticed clothing placed neatly on their bathroom counter, just as they were headed into the shower together. In each of two piles, there was a little pair of shorts made of a shiny and stretchy silver material. There was also a little bikini top made of the same material that was meant to clasp around a woman's back. For both parts of one top and bottom combination, the word "Heidi" was printed in bright blue, cursive lettering. The other set had "Kira" printed on them in the same style of lettering, but hers was a bright pink.

The mirror displayed the following note: "Please wear these, today. ~Zoe". After getting ready for the day, the two roommates wiggled into their shorts and helped each other fasten the tops. Each of them looked at themselves in the mirror, noticing that the coverage provided was fairly minimal. The shorts were so tight that even their firm inner thighs bulged slightly at the bottom. Also, the hem stopped exactly parallel to the bottom of each girl's crotch, which made their bottoms precisely as small as possible while still allowing them to technically be called shorts. Also, the waistline was so low that it didn't quite entirely cover what shorts are meant to cover more completely. Heidi and Kira took turns seeing what happened when the other bent over, confirming that the position resulted in even more rear end exposure. 

Heidi declared, continuing to admire herself in the mirror, "I was kind of used to being nude, but these aren't so bad." Kira nodded agreement to her own image in the mirror and, with that, the pair headed to the kitchen to have breakfast and then into the living room to see what new Earth programs might have been posted. Just as they were about to flip on the TV, they heard a click at the door to their apartment and they froze as they listened to someone approach. They were excited and knew that one of them would be instructed to leave at some point or that they'd be joined by someone new, but now it was real and their anticipation as to who their new roommate might be made them a bit tense. 

The wait seemed longer than the few moments that it actually took the mystery transformee to cross the threshold of their living room, but the women were very glad to see a large, very fit-looking, and shirtless male human emerge. He was fair-skinned and had short, almost black hair. He was also shoeless and sockless. His only clothing was a pair of brown cargo shorts with the word "Andy" printed in white across the waist band. When he discovered the two girls sitting close together on the couch facing the TV, he jumped back, but quickly recovered and smiled brightly. They hopped up from their seated position and both rushed over to give him a hug. 

Heidi said, with her head pressed against Andy's chest, "We're so glad you're here! Neither of us has met a male one, before!" 

"Wow, you're tall," Kira observed as she nuzzled her face into his neck. He must have been well over six feet tall, because he even towered over Kira. 

Heidi agreed, "Yes, you make me look like a little person. Also, your body's so hard."

After the two women finally released him and stood back to visually inspect their new roommate, Andy responded, "Thank-you for the warm welcome, girls. You are the first transformees I've met at all. I'm not even sure what to do with myself."

"Well, first why don't we sit down and get to know each other," Kira offered and guided Andy to sit between them on the couch. 

Once settled, Kira stated, "This is a day of firsts." She went on to say, "We've been here together for a few days, but this is the first day we've worn any clothes at all."

This comment was off-handed and innocent, but it cued Andy to look at each of their tight, minimalist outfits and he blushed a bright red. Heidi and Kira noticed his reaction and flashed each other a smirk. Non-verbally, they struck an agreement to make Andy the target of some harmless fun.

Heidi said, "Yes, what do you think of them?" The two girls stood and rotated slowly so that Andy could see both sides. His eyes carefully inspected and didn't stray from one or the other girl's bottoms as they modeled. 

Andy gulped and mumbled, distractedly, "You both look terrific."

As Heidi and Kira sat down again, Kira remarked, "Yes, I agree, but I can't help noticing that, unlike us, you aren't wearing a top. I can't think of a good reason why. I get that you're a male and we can't greet you completely nude, even though that's how we've been running around the apartment together these past few days. So, I sort of get that. But, your nipples are visible to us. Why should we cover up ours? It just seems kind of unfair."

Heidi reinforced Kira's comments, wriggling her torso in fake discomfort. "Yeah," she said, "it feels kind of tight. As you can see, I'm spilling out of it anyway." She leaned forward over Andy's lap so that he could get a closer look at how the top was clearly not designed to properly accommodate for Heidi's breasts. 

Andy observed, laughing, "But, I think that if the top is meant to show how busty you are, it is a perfect fit. You're both clearly busting out of those. I can't explain why I don't need to wear a top, but obviously there's more going on under your top than there would be under mine." Andy glanced down at his firm and toned chest. 

"Oh, I don't know about that," Kira said as she grinned and slid her fingers over Andy's pecs, fondling each of them in turn between her thumb and finger. She could feel the effect of her touch on his arousal through the heavy, rhythmic movement of his chest and the heart pounding inside it.

Now leaning back against her spot on the couch, Heidi said, "Well, there really is only one way for you to find out whether that's true." As she made her statement, she reached behind her back with one hand and unclasped her top. She tossed it to the side. 

Kira grinned and exclaimed, "Hey, no fair! That's it, I'm not wearing it either." She removed her own top and tossed it to the side. 

Andy was speechless and intently studied Heidi's chest and then Kira's and then Heidi's again and so on. His blush returned worse than before, and the two women just sat for several moments waiting for some other reaction. Finally, he struggled to state, "Ummm...I...think...there is a lot...ummm...more...under your tops. I mean...I mean...than on my top."

Heidi looked down and used her hands to lift underneath her breasts and push them together. She turned to face where Andy was seated and looked up at him. Innocently, she asked, "Do you think so? These are just, like, bouncy and squishy. Your chest is much harder." By cupping them and taking her hands away, she let them drop a couple of times.  

Kira nodded, shifting onto her knees, she put her hands on Andy's shoulders. Facing him she pressed her large, firm tits against his chest and said, "See how your chest is so much firmer than mine. Mine get squished when I do this and yours barely change at all." 

Just then, Heidi exclaimed, pointing, "Wow, what's that! Andy, it looks like your pants are pointing to the ceiling. She looked up and said, "There's nothing special up there, Andy. Just a white ceiling. Why would your pants want us to look up there?"

Kira stopped pressing into Andy and pulled back to look at what Heidi was referring to. She contributed, "Yeah, what's going on, Andy? What's under there?" 

Andy took a moment before he could form a reply. Then, he said, nervously, "Well...that's my...ummm...penis, it's called. Haven't you heard of that?"

"Oh, yes, now I remember!" said Kira, feigning ignorance. "Heidi, males have an attachment between their legs, whereas...well, you know what we have."

"Oh, my, " Heidi gasped. "I really want to see that, but I still don't understand why your using it as a pointer."

Kira added, "Heidi, I remember now. The penis might have something to do with why there seems to be something extra, let's say titillating, about breasts for men. For example, I think I read something about them enjoying putting their penis between them. It makes them feel good or something. It think it's called titties fucking or titty fucking or something like that."

Deciding that responding to Heidi's comment might be easier and since he hadn't really thought about titty fucking until this moment, Andy explained, "It's not really a pointer. That happens whenever I get aroused as preparation for sex. It's so I can insert it into, well, what you've both got between your legs."

In unison, both Heidi and Kira gasped inwardly and put their hand up to their mouths in a mock display of shock and amazement. Heidi exclaimed, "What, like in these pussies!" as she pointed to the appropriate spots on herself and Kira. "Ok, knowing that makes me want to see it even more." Putting her hands on Andy's shoulder, she pleaded, "Can we see it? I know we've only just met, but you could understand why we'd be so curious. We're all fascinated with humans or we wouldn't be here, would we?"

Kira suggested, "Heidi, it's not fair to ask our roommate to completely disrobe, especially on the first day!"

Throwing herself back against the couch, Heidi crossed her arms and pouted. She grumbled to herself, "I don't know why we would have to wait to ask. There's only one bed in this apartment and the shower is clearly designed for four people to use at once. It's fairly stupid for us to be wearing clothes at all, right now."

Andy interrupted Heidi's angry mumbling and stated, helpfully, "No, Kira, I don't mind. Of course, you must both be curious. Please, be my guest." He sat back, noticeably trembling. 

Heidi and Kira smiled at each other and watched Andy tremble for a minute or so. Then, Kira said, casually, "Ok, well, if you really don't mind." She reached over and carefully unbuttoned his shorts. As she slowly pulled his zipper down, the girls observed the upper inches of Andy's seven-inch cock poking up from further below. The big round bulb at the end had something leaking from the hole. Both Heidi and Kira shifted onto their knees on the couch to get a more direct view. Now, it was their turn to blush as they each felt a hot wave travel along a path from the top of their head down their neck into their chest and stomach and finally halting and throbbing from multiple points between their legs. Heidi could hear her heart pounding loudly in her ears and felt a bit dizzy. 

Heidi said, "Yes, that's very good. Please, Kira, I want to see the whole thing."

Nodding, Kira requested, "Andy, do you mind lifting your bum off the couch just for a moment?" As he obeyed, Kira quickly yanked his shorts down to his ankles. Heidi gasped and gently grasped Andy's right thigh with both hands. Kira made a groaning sound from deep in her chest and stared, longingly. They took a moment to absorb the image of Andy, naked, and seemingly as hairless as them everywhere below his scalp. Like them, Andy had some hair on his arms. He also some hair on his legs, but that was one of the areas Heidi and Kira were required to shave regularly.

Sandra was so used to living in Heidi's mind that, by this point, she rarely thought of herself as separate from Heidi. For long stretches, she forgot about her life as Sandra altogether and simply experienced, without really having any say in the matter, life as a cute and horny Photosynth to Human transformee. As Heidi stared at Andy's cock, however, she was brought back into her own self-awareness, cued by the memory of her own experience staring at it and flipping into Andy's mind during her introduction to the resort staff. It was as long and thick as she remembered it. As she felt Heidi's heart pound and her breathing get heavier and more erratic, she thought that it made sense to make the most of all of this being transformation technology. She felt a familiar rising heat and tingling sensations between Heidi's legs as she sat with Kira, ogling just inches away from Andy's stiff cock. 

Andy had his eyes closed while they stared, speechlessly with their eyes scanning up and down, for more than a minute. Finally, he controlled his breathing long enough to suggest, tentatively, "It's ok with me...ummm...if...you...touch it."

Heidi and Kira both gasped again, but this time it wasn't for show. After some moments of hesitation, Kira bent forward, pressing her breasts down onto her own lap. Turning her face toward this new source of fascination to her right, she reached out with her finger and slowly pushed on the front of Andy's cock, just below the rim of his knob. She pressed it up so that the length of it pressed against Andy's flat and muscular abdomen. Andy tried, but failed to suppress a groan.

Just then, Heidi said, "Wait, what's there?" Leaning forward, like Kira, she pointed below at the large testicles tightly packed between Andy's thighs. She gently pried Andy's legs wider apart and reached in to cup his balls and then fondle them with her fingers. "Oh, this feels cool, Kira," she commented.

With Andy's legs spread, Heidi got onto her knees on the floor and positioned her waist against the edge of the couch. This gave her a perspective directly in line with Andy's cock. Kira had just begun wrapping one hand to squeezingly explore the knob and her other hand to lightly rub up and down the length of it. Resting her elbows on Andy's knees and starting to regain some of her cool, Heidi said, "Wait, did you say that is supposed to go in us? Ummm...I mean, in between our legs? I mean, in between a female human's legs? That thing seems much larger than I expected. I just don't think it will fit."




Unplanned Vacation Ch. 10



Kira agreed, "Yes, it is hard to believe, although I know you're right. I'm bigger than Heidi and I just don't think it would fit in me there. I'm actually a little scared to try."

Andy was slightly calmer now that he was over the initial anticipation of being stripped and fondled by his hot new roommates. He remarked, "It must seem strange because you're both so much smaller than me, but your bodies are designed to fit it. If you're aroused, your vaginas will get wetter and the tissue will get puffier so that your opening will stretch wide enough to fit me. Also, it isn't necessary for the whole thing to go in if you or whoever can't handle all of the length."

Kira whispered, mainly to herself, "I like to listen to you talk..." 

Heidi asked, politely, "Can I please find out what the shaft feels like, Kira?" Kira nodded and took her hands away. Heidi wrapped her hand around the base of Andy's cock and tilted it toward her so that she could stare about two inches away from the tip. "Andy, you know it looks like there's some clear liquid stuff coming out of this here...here at the end. She gradually slid the hand that was holding his dick in position toward the tip with the plan of using her thumb to wipe the moisture away. As she approached her goal, Andy's body tensed and he thrust slightly forward with his hips. This motion pushed the end of Andy's cock into Heidi's left cheek just as an impressive glob of cum squirted out, splattering across one side of Heidi's face and onto to her neck and shoulder. 

Heidi screamed in surprise and then laughed, cheerfully, as Andy's cum dripped down her chest and back. Kira confessed, laughing, "I would really like to see that again. Neither of us can do anything like that, Kira. I think this new roommate is a very good addition."

"I was trying to clean you up and look what happened!" Heidi exclaimed. Still holding Andy's dick, she felt it slowly lose firmness. As it did so, Heidi's smile transformed into a frown. "Awww, Andy, I've broken you."

He had been distracted by his orgasm, but now said, "Oh, no. Oh, Heidi, I'm so sorry. I should get something to clean you up." 

As he started to stand, Heidi put her hand against his stomach to stop him. Smiling, she said, "No, there's no rush. We're experimenting here and we are very curious girls. We're not going to let some stickiness get in the way. You can squirt as much of that stuff at me as you want. It won't discourage me. I'll clean up later."

Kira dipped a finger in one of the splatters on Heidi's cheek and rubbed it with her thumb. "Yes, big deal," she said. "Feel free to squirt me like that, too. You should know that Heidi has moisturized my face with her drippy pussy a bunch of times."

Laughing at Kira's admission, Heidi changed the subject. "Andy, I can't help but notice that you're not very hard now."

He explained, "Yes, there is a time after I orgasm when I can't get hard, even though your hand wrapped around it is something that should make me very stiff. It is able to get hard again within a maximum of 10 minutes. I had a lot of time to find out how long it takes to recharge after Zoe showed me how to masturbate."

Kira shouted, through giggles, "You're kidding, Zoe showed us how to masturbate! I would have thought she would maybe get a male transformee to give you lessons." 

"No, and she really seemed to enjoy teaching me, too," Andy said. "I think that it was better for me to watch her masturbate with me. It certainly made it easier. " 

"I'm sure she did and I'm sure it did," Kira remarked, snidely. She looked at Heidi, non-verbally transmitting the message: "Can you believe our Zoe?"

Heidi said, "Zoe's my hero and I will follow her anywhere." Andy and Kira nodded their agreement. Meanwhile, Heidi felt Andy's cock expanding again within her grip. She turned to Kira and asked, "Well, which one of us will be the first to try sex? If Andy wants to, of course."

Andy answered, quickly, "No, I don't mind. I can't wait to try with either of you. You're both incredible."

"I know!" Heidi shouted. "What about rock-paper-scissors? It would be such a human way!"

Kira and Heidi had learned about this competitive way to decide which of two people win a privilege or reward on one of the TV programs they'd been watching. Without responding, Kira closed her fist and Heidi copied her. They shook their fists together three times and Kira presented paper, whereas Heidi threw down scissors and screamed, "YES! You get my sloppy seconds! Hahaha."

Kira laughed, unfazed. "That's just fine with me. I'm fully aware of how sloppy you can be." She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself. Licking her lips, she continued, "Mmmmm, you can be very sloppy, as I recall."

Heidi's face tightened a bit as she processed Kira's innuendo. Looking up at her, she stated, seriously, "Oh, baby, you haven't heard about the consolation prize. If you want, you can be a part of it. His cock and my pussy will be busy, but my lips will be free. Also, I'm guessing that this thing will get hard faster if you kiss it."

Grinning, Kira smiled and leaned over Andy's lap. Heidi held Andy's cock as Kira flicked the end of it with her tongue. She said, "Heidi, you should know that whatever came out of this cock tastes a bit like vanilla, with a hint of coffee. It's actually delicious."

As Kira wrapped her lips around the knob, Heidi said, "That is good to know ahead of time. It's one less thing to be nervous about, isn't it? If Andy cums in our mouth it will taste good, at least. Andy, Kira's pussy tastes a bit like pineapple, but sweeter and not so acidic as actual pineapples can be. It's a nice flavour. I have a sort of strawberry taste. I don't mind admitting that I've run some of my own tests. I just want you to know that, since strawberries taste, if you haven't tried them yet, about as delicious as anything that humans will ever eat and easily taste as good as pineapple."

With a few inches of Andy's cock in her mouth, Kira said, "Mmmm-hmmmm-mmmmmm."

It was clear that Andy was fully erect again, so Heidi put her hand on Kira's back and suggested, "You better stop now, before he shoots a latte down your throat."

Kira nodded and slowly slid her lips along and off of Andy. Heidi adopted the role of organizer and said, "Andy, we totally need to show you our bedroom, now!" 

Pressed against either side of Andy, the two women guided him down the hall to their huge bed. Heidi directed Andy to stand at the foot of the bed. Then, she suggested, "Kira, this is the first time Andy will be seeing naked women in real life, rather than on a TV screen, so we should make it special for him. Andy, you just stand there and keep that thing hard by stroking it or whatever you need to do. Actually, I'd like to see that, so do stroke it even if you don't need to do it to keep hard. Andy, I don't know if this will be your favourite, but my favourite view of Kira is from behind, so we'll show you that way." 

Heidi and Kira got on their hands and knees on the bed, with their knees a few inches apart, facing away from where Andy was standing. Heidi instructed, "Ok, now. Andy, you can pick one of us and pull that girl's shorts down. Do it slowly. What's our rush?"

Andy approached Kira and put his hands on the waistline of her shorts. She was trembling and the trembling developed into a vigorous full body tremor as Andy gradually pulled her shorts down over her tight round rear end and then finally to her knees. Now, it was Andy's turn to explore and he slid two fingers under and between Kira's legs to feel the growing wetness slipping from her opening. He brought his fingers to his mouth and confirmed, "Yes, definitely a tasty pineapple." He worked with Kira to slide her shorts the rest of the way off. Before he moved over to look at Heidi's behind, he leaned forward and kissed one of Kira's asscheeks, stimulating her make a combination grunting/groaning sound.

As with Kira, he pulled Heidi's shorts down, revealing her firm little white rear. Pulling them down to her knees he put his thumb against the tight little hole above her pussy and poked it slightly inside. Heidi went, "Uuuu-hhh-uuhh." Andy got on his knees and used his fingers to open Heidi's pussy so that he could flicked his tongue in. 

Andy said, "Yum. Strawberries are delicious, too." He helped fully separate Heidi from her shorts and then informed her, "Heidi, I'm going to put it in you now, because I just can't wait any longer. I'll be gentle and it shouldn't be uncomfortable for you, because it's clear that you are dripping wet."

Andy stood up, but before he began, Heidi requested, urgently, "Kira, why don't you flip over and spread your legs in front of me, since I won't really be able to see what Andy's doing. I want something sexy to look at." Kira obeyed and Heidi casually used her fingers to probe around and inside Kira's pineapple-y sweet opening. Kira closed her eyes and commenced moaning. Meanwhile, Andy crept forward and guided the end of his cock so that it rubbed against Heidi's slippery opening. As he worked to wrap Heidi's pussy around his large bulb, she grunted, "Oh...yeah," and her breathing started to sound very close to panting.

Andy felt dizzy from the sensation of Heidi's wet pussy and the visual image of her tight little body. His human instincts took over and he couldn't resist pushing half the length of his cock in so that he could feel Heidi's hole wrap around it tightly with a dizzying combination of heat, moisture, and pressure. He started sliding it in and out and, with each stroke, he tried to see how many more inches Heidi could comfortably handle. His strokes pushed him in deeper until he had inserted the entire length in, allowing him to fuck his little blonde roommate with seven-inch thrusts. Feeling Andy's balls slapping against her upper thighs, Heidi was shocked that she wasn't in pain. Instead, his dick felt the perfect size to fill her pussy and was a terrific width for the added sensitivity that The Project organizers had arranged around the opening. She felt so gratified for the experience and knew that she was going to want to do this again, lots of times, in the future. 

Waves of pleasure forced Heidi's eyes closed and she could feel drops of sweat on her forehead, on her cum-sticky neck, and on her back. She no longer had any self-control, and sharply yelled, "Oh! Oh!", in rhythm to Andy's inward thrusts. It was only a few minutes of fucking and Andy stopped and left his cock buried deep in Heidi. His hips pressed hard against her ass and he added his own loud, deep-throated, "Oh...oh, yes, baby.", to the expressions of pleasure coming from Heidi and Kira. Heidi could feel Andy's cock spasm violently as semen coated her insides. This added sensation was more than Heidi could take. She put her hands under Kira's ass and squeezed tight. Pushing the side of her face between Kira's legs, she screamed, incoherently, and her body tightened and shook. She might have thrown herself off the bed, but she kept a tight grip on Kira's ass and Andy wrapped his arms under her stomach to keep his cock from getting dislodged by Heidi's orgasm.  

When Heidi's first reaction to getting laid finally progressed to aftershocks, Heidi lifted her head and opened her eyes. Her eyes met Kira's and the girls smiled at each other. Kira laughed and said, "It better be my turn next."

Just then, Sandra, still recovering from having experienced Heidi's orgasm and all of the events leading up to it, felt a familiar, but different kind of mind-altering experience in which she herself back in her bedroom at the resort. Now, she was looking into Heidi's eyes. The shock of the transition was too much for her and she fainted. Eric's cock popped out of her as she collapsed into the mattress off to his side.