How Did I Know? - Sex Stories

How Did I Know?

... our names and checked the guest list. They knew we were VERY new to everything, but were all smiles to see us there nonetheless. We talked with them for a while and they reassured us in every way possible that nothing bad was going to happen and to relax and have fun. I think they picked up on Mike’s anxiety right away. He’s naturally quiet and reserved anyway, so, when he’s nervous, he transmits it really well. That’s when they handed us adult beverages and they were strong, very strong. So, they asked if we would like a tour, and we said sure. She started the tour by saying that we shouldn’t be shocked by anything we see. She said sex and nudity were simply going to be out in the open. She assured us that nobody should ever touch me unless solicited, and that we should never do anything we didn’t want to do. She said everyone expects discretion and that no cameras were allowed. This was all very reassuring. The fact that she was so down to Earth made us both feel at ease. One of the porters secured our bags and carried them off to our rooms. The woman, Isabella, showed us the pool area where several patrons played in the nude and sauntered about leisurely. Others dared to brazenly bask in the sun and soak up the glorious Mexican sun while taking advantage of the luxurious beach beds that lined the perimeter of the swimming pool and beach. Meanwhile, Mike and I began to take notice of the vast variety of beautiful people we could potentially play with. Of course, many of ...

... the guests near and around the pool noticed us instantly as we still had on street clothes. I never imagined wearing clothing could be so awkward. I made a mental note to visit the swim-up bar and the bar nearest the sunbeds once the tour ended. That’s when I noticed my drink had run dry. A moment later one of the wait staff replaced my empty cup with a margarita. Thus far the tour had been very detailed. Isabella even made sure to point out where the bathrooms were located which, for reasons of patron safety, had no locks on the doors. That was a bit weird, but it made sense too. The bathroom was spacious and even had a shower. We continued up a flight of stairs to the rooftop. This is where I about lost it. There was a small bar setup and 6 separate hot tubs along with a wall of beach beds. This alone wasn’t what almost set me off. The sight of so many sweaty hot bodies smashing, licking and gyrating against one another was maddening. Mike and I were speechless. Isabella promptly steered us back down another set of stairs away from the impressive eye candy. I am sure Isabella noticed both Mike and I intently leering at the 10 to 13 guests cavorting with one another. I nearly spilt my margarita as I was stopped dead in my tracks. Fortunately, half of that drink was already gone. We entered a dancehall. Across from the dancehall was a small changing room. A place where people could slip into something more risqué. Continuing down the hall, she showed us the semi-private play ...