Holiday With June - Saturday - Sex Stories

Holiday With June - Saturday

We flew out fifty days later, and I needed to visit a particular doctor for jabs and tests. I planned my exercise regime to get my body as buffed as possible and used the sunbed often. We met the other couple at the airport, and whilst the three women chatted non-stop, Tony and I eyed each other warily. After a few minutes of conversation, though, we were best buddies. We were about the same age, supported the same sports teams, did a similar job.

We were both looking forward to sunbathing with three hot women. We sat together on the flight, and Tony filled me in with the information on the resort that I didn't find on the Internet. The resort was very isolated at the end of a long beach away from a small town that provided staff (I did know). The USP of the resort was sex, pure, unadulterated lust (which I didn't).

There were supposedly two types of customers. There were the thirty-year-olds who were here for a second honeymoon before they decided to have kids. Grab some special memories to keep them together during sleepless nights to follow. Then there were the trophy wives and the business husbands. There was a state-of-the-art business centre for the guys to justify going away. The opportunity for the wives to show off their honed and bronzed bodies around the pool.

We also chatted about other stuff, but soon we were there, getting our bags from luggage reclaim and moving towards the driver with the hotel resort board. As it turned out, only seven of us were on ...

... the bus. Us five and a couple called Steve and Alice. The driver had some unfortunate news for us in that the air conditioning on the little bus was broken, but he could offer us open windows and rum punch by way of compensation.

He also suggested we rifle through our bags and select more appropriate clothing, so the four women collected some clothes and returned to the airport building to change. Steve claimed he was fine, and Tony and I were comfortable to slip behind the van to change from jeans into shorts. Changing our tops in the open air was fine, too. As Tony nodded about Steve and Alice, I realised they were the business guy, trophy wife combination.

Steve wore stuff for 'dress down Friday', and Alice was immaculately put together. They screamed money, and I was expecting them to be assholes, but they turned out to be lovely. They only lived ten miles away from me in a nice area. I was surprised as we boarded the bus. There was space at the back for luggage and three benches designed for two. A single seat was upfront with the driver, but it was facing backwards, probably for a tour guide to sit in.

I was sitting in that seat, but Steve stood on the front bench beside me. I was expecting Tony to claim that so we could continue to chat. The women returned, our three all identically dressed as Daisy Duke: short denim shorts, flip-flops and tiny bikini tops. I had hoped for a closer look, but Alice in a lovely sundress in the row behind was easy on the eye. We ...