Resort Virgins Page 4

“Hello,” Violet finally spoke up.

  “What a lovely name. Violet,” Tara said.

  “Thank you.”

  “Well,” Dan started, “I guess this is a bit awkward, but, we were wondering if you two would like to join us for dinner. Tara’s getting tired of conversation only with me.” He winked down at his wife.

  She nudged his side. “Never. It’d just be nice to interact with others.”

  Max looked down at Violet, trying to read her. As she looked up at him, she questioned with her eyes, then smiled and nodded. Max turned back to the Hardys and nodded as well. “Sounds good.”

  “Great!” Tara responded. “We’re staying in cabana number four. Would you like to come over around six?”

  “Sounds good, too,” Max replied.

  “Any foods you don’t like?” Tara asked. “So I’ll know what not to get. Dan and I will eat just about anything.”

  Violet finally spoke up. “I don’t eat anything raw, like sushi. But if you want it, that’s fine,” she quickly added.

  “All right then. We’ll see you two later.” Tara smiled as she started to lead her husband away.

  “Clothing optional,” Dan added, calling over his shoulder, earning a light slap from his wife.

  “He’s teasing,” Tara said with a chuckle. “Be comfortable.”

  Max and Violet watched the couple walk away, evident that they were completely at ease with their nakedness. He looked again to his wife. “Looks like we’re having dinner with the Hardys.”

  Violet laughed. “That sounds so old-fashioned, and completely out of place as we just stood nearly toe-to-toe with another naked couple.”

  Max leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m proud of you.”

  “Thanks. I’m still wearing clothes tonight.” She winked up at him.

  “Nice thing about clothes is they come off,” he whispered seductively.

  “Max. You don’t really think… I mean, we’re not going to—” She looked like a scared rabbit caught in a snare.

  “Relax, sweetheart. We aren’t going to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

  ****

  After a stroll of their own, Violet and Max indulged in an afternoon nap before getting ready for their dinner. Each showered and dressed, with Max wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt, and Violet in a simple cotton dress that didn’t allow for a bra. She did, however, show Max that she put on her big-girl panties, which to his surprise and pleasure were red, skimpy, and lacey.

  “I’ve changed my mind.” Max slid close to Violet. “I just wanna stay right here and rip those off with my teeth.”

  Violet laughed as Max nuzzled her neck and slid her dress up her thighs. She playfully swatted his hands away and turned to face him. “Not so fast, mister.” She kissed him swiftly then took a step back. “We’ll go enjoy dinner, hopefully have some pleasant conversation, and then we can come back and play.”

  “Slave driver,” he joked as he followed his wife out the door.

  “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she drawled.

  The evening was peaceful as they walked less than half a mile toward their destination. A mild breeze stirred the air as the waves rolled in, almost inviting them for another swim. Violet was tempted to remove her sandals and wade through the water. Maybe a moonlit skinny dip session was in order for later, she thought.

  As if reading her thoughts, Max spoke up. “I can just picture you rising out of the water like Aphrodite, gloriously naked, moonlight shining on your slick skin.” He brushed a finger up her arm and across her bare shoulders and back.

  “And you, my Adonis,” she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and continued, “unable to resist. Take me to the sand and make me yours.”

  “Damn, woman.” He growled and kissed her hard, leaving her breathless.

  They didn’t realize they were in front of cabana four until they heard someone clearing their throat, followed by a chuckle. “Sorry, again, to interrupt,” Dan started. “Just thought I’d step out and watch for your arrival.”

  Violet drew back from Max’s embrace, taking ahold of his hand. She blushed, unable to respond.

  “And here we are.” Max grinned. “Easy to get carried away.”

  “Sure is,” Dan agreed. “So, come on in,” He gestured to the open door. “Tara’s got everything set up and is looking forward to the evening.”

  “Thank you,” Violet said. While Dan was already without shoes, Tara and Max shed theirs at the door. Walking ahead of Max into the Hardy’s cabana, Violet saw Tara coming toward them. The men shook hands and followed her inside. Tara greeted Violet with a beaming smile and quick embrace. “You look lovely. Nice dress.”

  Violet was a little surprised at the hug, seeing as they hardly knew one another, but she attempted to return it genuinely. She was also looking forward to this evening more than she realized. “Thank you. And you look stunning.” Tara wore a silk tunic of turquoise that looked like water cascading down her body. She complemented the outfit with abalone earrings and arm cuffs. Her feet were bare, toes painted purple.

  “And thank you,” Tara replied. “I love wearing as little as possible. That’s why we love to vacation here.”

  “How often do you come here?”

  “Every year,” Tara answered, taking Violet’s arm and leading her to the patio. “Let’s go sit, drink, and spill our secrets.” Violet couldn’t help but grin, instantly at ease.

  The husbands followed, grabbing beers for themselves.

  “I have wine or the fixings for blended drinks,” Tara offered. “Pick your poison.”

  “Wine, please.”

  “There’s plenty to eat, so help yourself. Dan grilled some chicken and salmon earlier, and I have an assortment of fruit, cheese, and veggies.” Tara handed Violet her glass of wine before quickly continuing. “Oh, and of course, dessert later.”

  “My favorite,” Dan said, clearly a gleam in his eye. Violet noticed the steamy look and eyebrow wiggle he gave his wife, to which she responded by blowing him a kiss.

  “Have to admit,” Max started. “I’ve got quite the sweet tooth myself. But I’ll start with something more substantial.”

  “Save room,” Tara quipped.

  “Always room for dessert, right?” Max grinned.

  The couples got comfortable around the patio table, nibbling on their food and sharing stories about their lives. Violet told them how she and Max met in college, how she went on to become a respiratory specialist, and Max a technician for the respirator equipment used in hospitals. They learned that Tara was now a dance instructor after retiring from professional dance, and Dan was an editor for a broadcasting station.

  While Violet and Max had their daughter, who was now in college, the Hardys were childless at the age of forty, and planned on staying that way.

  “Unless you count our entourage of animals.” Dan chuckled.

  “I’m such a softy.” Tara smiled. “I rescue cats and dogs. We currently have three cats and five dogs. Oh, and cockatiels. They’re our babies and we love them. When we’re away, we have a trusted house sitter to care for them.”

  “So do you travel quite a bit?” Violet asked. “You say you come here yearly?”

  “We do,” Dan answered. “We travel twice a year, and one of those times is always here.”

  “Since our first visit, we knew we’d always come back,” Tara added.

  “Were you, you know, already experienced in this lifestyle when you first came here?” Max asked.

  Violet felt a bit awkward talking to strangers about the subject but knew her husband had no qualms about it what so ever. She could already feel her face heating. She’d blame it on the wine, she told herself, taking a generous drink from her glass.

  “We weren’t,” Tara admitted. “Like you, our first trip was our christening. We’ve been coming here for ten years now.”

  Violet nearly choked on her drink, embarrassing herself. “I’m so sorry.�
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  “It’s okay.” Dan handed her a napkin. “You’ll learn that Tara’s not shy about the subject. Well, neither am I, I guess.” He laughed.

  “Guess you can tell Violet and I are ‘resort virgins’, and though I’m not shy, this has been an adjustment for her.” He stared at his wife, honestly expressing his feelings. “I’m proud of her. We’ve had an amazing time so far.”

  “I take it you haven’t engaged in swinging, group play, anything with other couples?” Tara asked, obviously not afraid to get personal.

  “Um, no,” Violet said softly.

  “Is it an area you’d like to explore?”

  Violet looked at Tara, more than a little nervous, then to Max. Before she could respond, Max spoke up.

  “It’s something we’ve discussed, but then tabled the subject. Until recently. In fact, I hinted tonight may be the night.”

  “Max!”

  While Max looked at her as if to say, “What? It’s the truth,” Tara comforted her.

  “Violet, it’s okay. I was once in your position. Nervous, excited, embarrassed, doubtful. We knew friends who engaged in this, and well, we decided, what the heck! At first, I felt like I was doing something wrong, as if I was a freak for wanting this. But there’s nothing wrong about enjoying the pleasures of the body. No harm comes to anyone, only satisfaction beyond anything you can imagine.”

  “There was never any jealousy?” Violet heard herself ask.

  “Oh, I won’t lie and say never, but I quickly realized the love Dan and I have for each other will never change. He’s everything to me.”

  “And she, to me,” Dan added. “This fantasy we indulge in takes our bond to another level. It’s about pleasure. That’s all.”

  “At the end of the day, I’m married to one man and my life couldn’t be better.”

  Violet still had her doubts. But before she could respond, Tara stood and approached her. “Come with me,” she said softly, taking Violet’s hand. At her wide-eyed look, Tara chuckled and continued. “It’s fine. Let’s go have some girl-time.”

  Violet stood and walked with Tara into the cabana, noticing a look pass between her and Dan. Max reassured his wife with a wink. Walking away, she heard Dan and Max start to engage in conversation, but couldn’t make out what was being said.

  “Tara,” she started nervously. “I don’t think—”

  “Yes you do. But maybe you think too much. Time to just feel.”

  She continued to be led through the cabana and into the bedroom. The sliding glass door was open allowing the last of the evening light to filter into the room. Violet also noticed candles burning throughout the room. Tara stopped and turned to her. A knowing smile crossed her face.

  “You’re angry. You like being in control. You don’t like that control being taken away.”

  “Something like that,” Violet said, not wanting to sound petulant. “I don’t like to have decisions made for me. I—”

  “Violet, I know exactly how you feel. I really do. Part of me resisted because it went against everything I was taught growing up.”

  “And the other part?

  “The other part wanted to experience something different, another level of sensuality. Being a dancer, I connected with my partners in a very intimate way, expressing feelings through motion. I guess you could say this was a natural progression for me. Dan and I are completely faithful in our love for one another. This,” she reached out to run her hand up Violet’s arm and across her bare shoulder, “is about pleasure.”

  Violet’s pulse raced. She wasn’t sure whether to flee before anything got started, or to break through that barrier toward something she knew, deep down, she wanted to try.

  “How do I do this?” Her voice barely above a whisper.

  “With help,” Tara answered softly. “We can do anything you want. Or stop at any time. This is about opening all your senses for enjoyment.”

  “You had this planned when you invited us to dinner.” Violet made the statement, knowing there was no question about Tara’s intentions.

  “I had hoped,” she shrugged while smiling. “When I saw you and Max in the water and what a sensual couple you were, I knew. And as much as Dan has been entertaining me, I was ready for some variety.” Her grin was wickedly sexy.

  “What now?” Violet asked.

  “Close your eyes,” Tara said.

  “Why?” Violet asked nervously.

  “Please, trust me.” Once Violet closed her eyes, Tara continued. “Now, listen to the ocean right outside this room. Smell the salty air. Feel the coolness of the breeze as it stirs through the room. Use your senses, Violet.”

  Violet stood motionless, letting the evening wrap itself around her. She felt the breeze caress her skin. The gently crashing waves set a soothing rhythm of calmness. Vanilla and citrus tickled her nose as the aroma from the candles filled the air. She heard, something, but couldn’t make out what it was. Then Tara spoke.

  “Open your eyes whenever you want.”

  And Violet did. She instantly flushed when she saw Tara standing naked in front of her, having removed her tunic and draped it across a chair. And if she were being honest with herself, she was aroused. Tara was a beautiful woman.

  “You like what you see and there’s no shame in that.”

  “You’re stunning,” Violet said.

  “Thank you. And from what I saw at the beach, you are, too.”

  “No, I’m—”

  “Violet,” Tara interrupted. “You are. Let me show you.” She approached Violet, reaching for the ties of her dress behind her neck. “May I?”

  Violet could only nod her head in affirmation.

  Tara loosened them, letting the garment drop away to reveal Violet’s chest. She then reached around her to unzip the rest, allowing the dress to pool on the floor. Violet quickly drew in her breath at the feel of Tara’s hands on her shoulders.

  “Step forward and turn around,” Tara took a step back.

  When Violet turned, she saw herself positioned in front of Tara in the reflection of the mirror on the wall. And she had to admit to herself she was a striking woman who was proud of her body. Tara was only a few inches taller than Violet, richly tanned and curvy. While Violet was curvy also, her proportions were slightly smaller. Her sun-kissed skin was lighter next to Tara’s. Both women’s eyes were bright with excitement.

  Tara walked in front of Violet, her hands never leaving her body. “I could entice you with music or toys.” Her knuckles gently skimmed across Violet’s nipples. “But let’s skip to that dessert I talked about and employ your sense of taste.” She smiled.

  Tara took Violet’s hands in hers and led her around the bed where she now noticed a bowl of cut fruit, a bowl of cream, and a bottle of chocolate sauce. “Cliché, I know, but oh so fun and yummy.” Tara laughed.

  Violet couldn’t help but laugh as well. “I tried this, years ago with Max, and felt so idiotic,” she confessed. “The second time went a bit better.”

  “I’m open for more practice.”

  Violet startled at the sound of her husband’s voice. He and Dan stood just inside the bedroom, both of their gazes drifting back and forth between her and Tara. Both wore predatory stares. And if the bulges in their pants were any indication of their readiness, Violet would have to say they looked ready to pounce.

  His next words stunned Violet. “We’re here to watch.”

  “For now,” Dan added.

  ****

  Violet looked to her husband, questioning. He gave her a slight nod before he sat in one of the lounge chairs near the sliding glass door. Dan followed, sitting in the one where Tara had placed her dress.

  Violet looked to Tara, apprehension creeping back to the forefront of her mind. But Tara smiled, mouthed the word, “relax,” and led her to the edge of the bed. She then reached for a strawberry and dipped it into the cream before bringing it to Violet’s mouth. With her eyes never leaving Tara’s, Violet took a bite, savoring the mix of
sweet and tart.

  Tara then squeezed chocolate sauce onto her own fingers and placed them on Violet’s lips. Violet licked before sucking the fingers into her mouth. When Tara withdrew, she put more sauce on her fingers and smeared them across Violet’s nipples. Violet’s eyes got wider as she followed Tara’s movements to her breasts. Tara began to lick, cleaning every bit of chocolate from her while Violet’s desire kicked up a few notches.

  Violet couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped her mouth, her eyes nearly closing. She felt Tara’s hands stroke down her back to the edge of her panties and slip them over her hips. Tara broke away from Violet’s breast to squat in order to remove the panties, putting her eye level with Violet’s pussy.

  Violet instinctively stepped to the side out of her panties, while Tara stood, grinning.

  “Let’s go to the bed.” Tara took Violet’s hand again, guiding them to the king-sized bed. Both crawled on to the bed, kneeling. Violet now wanted her hands on Tara as they faced one another. Violet skimmed her hands across Tara’s breasts, down her abs. Her skin was so smooth, so warm. She looked into her eyes, and Tara said, “Whatever you want.”

  Violet returned to Tara’s breasts, tweaking the nipples. She had on occasion, fondled her own breasts, heightening her own pleasure while Max performed oral sex on her. Just like her thoughts when viewing porn, she never thought touching another woman’s breasts would bring about such excitement in her. Violet leaned forward to draw a nipple into her mouth, licking and nipping, all while massaging the other. And with her free hand, she traced her fingers up and down Tara’s ribs.

  Tara reacted by moaning, arching her chest forward and leaning her head back. Violet felt the woman’s hands on her shoulders. After giving equal attention to each breast, Violet lifted her head, watching Tara’s face. When Tara opened her eyes, Violet saw delight. The women smiled at one another, and what Tara said next further excited her.

  “I want to go down on you.”

  Violet’s nipples pebbled and her pussy tightened at those words. She gave her consent by moving to lie back on the bed. As she moved, she noticed Max rubbing his crotch, an intense look on his face. He must be okay with this, as he made no move to intervene.