1. A June Vacation-- Day 1


    Date: 4/1/2024, Categories: Mature Author: GrayGhost, Source: LushStories 

    After a long hiatus, June reentered my life. She would bop in and out when she got confused, aroused, or just plain horny. For June, I was her FWB whenever she needed me. It was that time.

June exclaimed, "Matthew, it has been a long time between our adventures. I have come up with this idea."

I responded, "Ut-oh! I am going on the road to Never-Never Land again."

June said, "Not really; I was thinking more about renting an Air BNB resort in Central America on the ocean."

It sounded like a great idea. There would be warm weather, sunshine, ocean views, tropical drinks, and peaceful nights. Four days later, June arrived with all the details. The locals speak Spanish and English, U.S. Dollars and credit cards are accepted, sales tax is 13%, and Costa Rica is a former haven for American embezzlers. Now, it is tourism and relaxation.

"Matthew, I found a great resort/Air BNB at a discount rental. It is a two-bedroom cottage on the side of a hill with a pool, hot tub, and an ocean view." June replied.

"Great, when do we leave?" I replied.

June said, "The place will be available for a week's stay in a month."

So, the two of us prepared for a trip to Costa Rica. The time flew by, and we were ready to depart for our vacation.

The flight to Costa Rica was uneventful except for June, who constantly squirmed in her seat. "What's wrong? Your panties are riding up on you?" I whispered.

June countered with, "What panties?"

Suddenly, I realized that this ...
    ... trip to Costa Rica would be one to remember. The resort picked us up at the airport and chauffeured us to our little paradise.

This was the Tropics at its best. Ocean view from the bedroom, small private pool, privacy, and all types of amenities on the property. It was a short walk to the ocean-side village ready for the tourists.

Suddenly, I noticed the size of June's luggage compared to mine. She brought more clothes, and I could see the entire wardrobe. These seven days should be memorable.

"Well, what would you like to do first?" I asked June.

"Let's go into town and check out the bar and restaurant scene. There could be an early Happy Hour," June replied.

"Great idea, but let's change clothes from jeans to warm-weather gear." I knew June had an outfit for every occasion.

I changed into my usual golf shirt, shorts, and sneakers.

However, June was a different story. She wore a tank top with no bra, short shorts, and flip-flops. Every time June took a step, her tits rubbed against her top, and her nipples became rock hard. When June bent over, she gave everyone an unobstructed view of her voluptuous breasts.

The two of us walked to the party district of the resort town. There were dozens of bars, restaurants, and even a small casino. There were franchises, celebrity chefs, ex-pats, and locals scattered everywhere.

We found an ex-pat establishment called US 50. The owner tried to Americanize it with license plates, dollar bills on the ceiling, a ...
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