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*****All events and characters are entirely fictional.*****

*****All characters are eighteen years of age or older.*****

Chapter 1:

The passenger jet began slowing as the engine noise dulled slightly. Gradually the nose declined just a bit, signaling the start of the landing procedure. Stanley Gilmore, gazing expectantly out the window, continued to silently hold his wife’s hand. Searching for islands, or land of any sort, was a waste of time. Their destination, a warm island getaway, would not be visible until the plane touched down on it, or at least until the aircraft maneuvered in preparation for it’s final approach. Stan gave his wife’s hand a gentle squeeze to call her attention.

“Well, Tiff, we’re almost there.” He turned to face her.

“Finally! What should we do first?” Tiffany asked, the volume of her voice elevated by excitement.

“I guess… we should check in to the resort. I’m sure it’ll be easy to find something to do once we get there.”

Stan felt like an idiot for lacking a better answer. In most areas he knew exactly what to do. Everything was pretty well thought-out and planned in advance. He and Tiffany had the day-to-day events down to a routine, perhaps too much so. Vacations, however, were shockingly unfamiliar territory for the Gilmores. They never seemed to find an opportunity to step away from it all and try anything new together.

“It’s on the beach, right Stan?”

“Uh, yeah. The hotel description said ‘seaside’ somewhere in it. I’m pretty sure it’s on the beach.”

“Pretty sure?” Tiffany was concerned. “Didn’t you read everything? Did you look at any of the pictures of the place?”

“I tried to scan through it all.” Stan calmly replied. “I was in a hurry. As it was, I barely managed to set aside the time to book our reservations at all.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just really want this trip to be special. I can’t remember the last time we took a vacation, just the two of us.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure it will be special. The resort looked top-notch! And they cater to classy couples such as ourselves.”

“Oh, really? How so?”

“I’m honestly not sure, but I definitely got the impression that Ver el Océano is considered the premiere destination for couples. It seemed like all the reviews I found everywhere were from couples who felt they couldn’t possibly recommend it enough and who said that words could not possibly do it justice. ‘You have to see it for yourselves to understand!’ was basically the message.”

“Sounds lovely, Stan. I’m looking forward to our romantic getaway.”

“Me too. And while we’re off enjoying ourselves here, Zack and Kayleigh will have a chance to catch up.”

“That will be great for them. I’m glad Zack drove all the way back from Victory University for the week.”

“Me too. I know Kayleigh can handle watching over the house while we’re away, but it’s still nice to know that she won’t have to be there by herself.”

Tiffany was rather young when she had Zack. At least, she was younger than she intended to be when having children. Stan and Tiffany never thought of the pregnancy as an “accident.” As they liked to say, he was an unexpected gift. Nonetheless, their lives were profoundly and irrevocably changed when they realized that Tiffany was pregnant.

She had met Stanley early in her Freshman year at the nearest four-year college, Victory University. Stan, already in his Senior year by this time, padded his fall schedule with a physical education elective, just to keep his coursework down. An athletic, dark-haired young man with solid shoulders and well defined arms, Stan figured the class would also help him easily bump up his grade point average. He never expected that a cute, bubbly underclassman would catch his eye. Tiffany’s curly red hair announced the warmth of her personality even before she spoke. She had caught Stan glancing her way a few times during the first week of the semester, flattered by the attention she commanded with her fit body. She had no idea the beefy upperclassman would soon approach her and introduce himself. His calm and stable mannerisms made Stan so appealing. Tiffany was instantly comfortable opening up to him. Suddenly they were talking every day before class, before finally deciding to see each other outside of class.

It truly was a whirlwind romance, culminating in a pregnancy well before the end of Tiffany’s first year of college. She and Stan had many impromptu discussions about their future, both near and long-term, and how to proceed. Ultimately, they agreed that Tiffany would disenroll from Victory and stay at home to raise the baby. While they had never ruled out the possibility of her return to school or eventual employment, it didn’t matter. After graduation, Stan struggled to find a job that would be sufficient to support his new family. The first couple months were rough, but together he and Tiffany weathered the storm. Their luck turned around when Stan was able to leave his job for a better paying and more promising one with another company. Now they weren’t just kilis escort surviving, they were really living.

Tiffany was accustomed to caring for Zack and doing the household chores, and it was all too easy to be consumed by these responsibilities. Months went by like they were days. It suddenly dawned on her one day — she would not be going back to school, nor looking for a job. This was her life now. She talked it over with Stan, and he was completely supportive. With that decided, they felt it was time to expand their family. Both hoped for a daughter. Two children seemed reasonable to them and they’d likely have the full parenting experience covered. Dolls and action figures, sports and dancing, shopping and video games. Not that another son would have been unwelcome, but they were glad when the ultrasound technician confirmed that their second child was a girl. Born 16 months after her brother, they named her Kayleigh.

Looking out the airplane’s window the couple watched as the ocean’s surface appeared to be just below the aircraft’s landing gear. A strip of sand briefly passed by, followed by a short stretch of grass, and finally the runway’s pavement. They touched down and started to taxi toward their gate. At last, they made it! They had reached their tropical paradise retreat. The anticipation was palpable. If only they could shove everyone out of their way and go running through the airport. Instead, they tried to be patient as they made their way into the line to exit the airplane. Though it felt like hours, it wasn’t long before they were walking down the corridors to the baggage claim. Once there they had no choice but to watch one bag at a time parade down a sloped conveyor to join the others circling the pickup area.

“There it is!” Tiffany exclaimed.

“Got it!” Stan proclaimed, sneaking through the crowd and grabbing it.

Giddy as school children on the last day before summer vacation, the couple bounded off, hand-in-hand, to wait for the ride Stan had arranged. Ever the planner, Stanley couldn’t help but review the details of the trip in his head. Why was Ver el Océano so special? Would the room be ready? He hoped nothing went wrong with the reservation. Tiffany smiled at her husband, knowing the concerns he must have. This vacation is just what he needs, she thought. Once he has a chance to settle in, surely Stan will loosen up and have the time of his life on this romantic getaway with his adoring wife. A dark silver luxury sedan swooped in gracefully to the curb of the pickup area, snapping the couple back to reality.

“Ah, looks like our ride is here.” Stan recognized the vehicle from the ride service’s details. “After you, my love.”

Chapter 2:

Stanley waved to the driver, signaling him to pull away from the curb and proceed to his next customer. Gripping the handle of their shared suitcase, Stan led the way through the automatic sliding doors and into the resort’s grand lobby. He and Tiffany were immediately surrounded by the most posh decore they’d ever seen. From the leather couches and chairs in the sitting area to the paintings on the walls to the elaborate lighting fixtures, everything was top-notch. They slowly advanced through the lobby, taking time to absorb the details and appreciate how much money and effort was invested in providing such opulence to welcome them.

The couple slowly made their way toward the reservation counter. The clerk, a slender woman who appeared to be in her early or mid-twenties, was occupied looking down at a tablet on the desk in front of her, occasionally dragging a fingertip across the screen; her long, straight brown hair pulled back and secured by a plastic clip. The clerk’s outfit, a uniform of sorts, almost seemed out-of-place in a tropical resort — a light gray blazer with black trim worn over a white button-up top and a roughly knee-length skirt to match the blazer. Before Stanley and Tiffany could approach the desk or announce their presence the woman glanced up instinctively. Straightening up in her office chair, she enthusiastically greeted them.

“Welcome to Ver el Océano! You must be the Gilmores.”

“Yes…” Stan was caught off guard. “I’m Stanley and this is my wife, Tiffany.”

“Perfect! We’ve been expecting you. My name is Jen. I’m the resort’s ‘Guest Satisfaction Liaison.’ If you have any questions about our facilities and amenities, please let me know. Or if you’d like recommendations for restaurants or activities in town, I’d be happy to assist you with that as well.”

“I do have one question.” Stan looked over into Tiffany’s grayish blue eyes for a moment before continuing. “The resort is on the beach, right?”

“Why, yes it is!” Jen smiled warmly at the couple, glad to alleviate their concern. “The beach is conveniently accessible through the doors behind me, just past the elevators. While guests may visit the beach freely, it is not actually owned by the resort. It is public land owned by the island, therefore I always advise guests to read and follow any rules posted there.”

“Fair kırklareli escort enough.” Stan was taken aback.

“Now let’s get you two checked in. No kids — excellent. I see you’re already aware of our exclusive ‘Couples Only’ policy.”

“I didn’t actually notice…” Stan trailed off, puzzled.

“It’s really the only way to leave behind all the routines, stresses, obligations, and restrictions that our guests face in everyday life and to have the type of experience we provide.” Jen elaborated. “Let’s see… how does the fourth floor sound?”

“That’s fine.”

“Great! Room 412. Here are two room keys, and you’re all set!”

“Thanks.” Stan and Tiffany responded in unison, still dumbfounded.

“If there is anything else I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, don’t hesitate to ask. Remember, no matter how simple or demanding the request, I’ll do my best to assist you two.”

Chapter 3:

Up in their room, Tiffany and Stan were settling in. Stan carried his toiletries bag into the bathroom. Eyeing the dual sinks, he eventually laid out his things by the left one. Returning, he watched his wife look through the suitcase, for what he wasn’t sure. Tiffany eventually pulled out a casual dress and placed it on one of the hangers provided in the room’s wooden clothing closet/dresser combo. Facing away from her husband, Tiffany squatted down and continued her search. Stan’s heart nearly skipped a beat. Filled with a palpable glee, he took in the sight of his lovely wife’s round ass, hugged tightly by the jean shorts that barely covered it.

“What should we do first?” Stan inquired absentmindedly.

“I was thinking we could go to the beach.”

Stan imagined Tiffany’s butt, covered by a smooth bikini bottom; her wet skin glistening in the sunlight. “Yes! Yes, let’s do that.”

“Great!” She stopped digging through the clothes. “I can’t wait to try out my new bikini!”

Before long, the couple had changed and were on their way to the beach. Stan couldn’t keep his eyes off his wife. The aqua bikini top looked extremely supportive — it contained and emphasized her breasts like a push-up bra. He caught himself staring down at Tiffany’s cleavage more than once, desperately wishing he could bury his face between her luscious tits right then and there, onlookers be damned. The bottom revealed as much as it possibly could without exposing her butt cheeks. She really knew how to pick a bathing suit!

As the couple made they way down the sand, Tiffany spotted a sign and pointed it out to Stan. Carefully studying it, he didn’t see anything unusual. There certainly wasn’t anything that would normally warrant a disclaimer. It simply stated that they were entering a public beach, bathing suits were mandatory, all trash must be placed in the trash cans, and that unruly behavior could result in being asked to leave or potentially in arrest. Confident that they would be able to abide by these rules, they looked around for some space to claim as their own.

Not too far from the water’s edge they found an open spot. Tiffany laid out two large beach towels while Stan planted the beach umbrella they had borrowed from the resort into the sand for shade. Looking around, Tiffany noted that everyone on this section of the beach seemed to be from the resort. They were surrounded by couples, from young to old, but no children. The families were all far away, near other hotels. No wonder it was so quiet and peaceful. There were no screaming kids being chased after by their exhausted parents. She turned to her husband, who was preoccupied with something in the sand.

“Hey, Tiff.” He started. “Did you see this?”

“That? It looks like the outline of someone who was lying there, why?”

“I know. But did you see these ovals by the sides? They look like knee marks.”

“Oh my god!” Tiffany chuckled knowingly. “You think someone was getting freaky on the beach?”

“It seems like it.” Her husband grinned back.

“Maybe we could try that tonight. I’ve always wanted to find out what it feels like to have sex on the sand!”

“Well, we could really get into trouble.” Stan automatically responded. Knowing how much it meant to Tiffany, he tried to remain open to the idea. “Maybe we could come back tonight and at least scope things out. Sound good, hun?”

“Okay. I’ll hold you to it, too.”

“Alright. For now, what do you say we go for a swim?”

The water was the perfect temperature. They needed no time to adjust. As they ventured shoulder deep into the water the gentle waves carried them off their feet, only to set the couple back down again. Stan ducked his head under the surface and swam behind Tiffany, startling her as he breached the surface. She splashed his face playfully in response. They were playing like newlyweds. Thoroughly refreshed, they decided to take a break in the shade of the beach umbrella.

As they relaxed under the cover of the umbrella, Tiffany and Stan watched the other couples around them. Some were sipping drinks in the shade. karabük escort Others were laying out in the sun. A fit younger couple to their left were putting on sunscreen. Tiffany couldn’t help but watch the man’s shoulders and biceps flex as he massaged the lotion into the woman’s skin. A surge of excitement ran through Tiffany as she watched the man publicly touch and caress nearly every part of the woman’s body without showing even a hint of modesty. Working his way up her thighs, he pulled aside the edge of her lavender bikini bottom, sliding it inward toward the valley between her firm cheeks, and vigorously rubbed sunscreen into the freshly revealed skin. Before long, he was at her shoulders. The man squeezed a generous portion of lotion onto his hand and proceeded to spread the white goo all over her collar bone, the exposed upper flesh of her breasts, and even her cleavage. The woman tipped her head back; eyes closed in delight. Tiffany, wondering if she was alone in seeing this suggestive display, turned to her husband, who had the same shocked expression on his face that she felt on her own.

“I can’t wait for you to cover me in white stuff tonight.” She joked.

“Don’t worry — I definitely will. I always do.” Stan replied in a hushed tone.

Together, they watched the man rather aggressively force his fingers under the snugly tied bikini top, before withdrawing them and working them back under from another angle. The woman’s eyes shot open. Placing her hand on the man’s forearm, she quietly said something to him through a forced smile. The man paused momentarily, only to confidently whisper something in her ear, then resumed his lewd touches. Curling his fingers, the man cupped his entire hand around the woman’s breast, resisting the tension of the bikini top. Suddenly, the tied strings slipped through and the bathing suit top flew open from the back. Propelled further by gusting winds, it flew several feet in front of the unsuspecting woman, landing in the sand. The man pulled his hand back and froze for a moment. The woman shrieked and lunged forward for the missing top without thinking. Her breasts bounced and swayed with the abrupt movements. As she bent forward, her breasts hung down freely, further emphasizing the size and weight of them. Horrified by the realization that the entire beach was seeing her topless, the woman brought her arm across her chest for cover while grasping frantically for her bikini top with the other. The man was apologizing profusely while helping her put the top back on. They walked off toward a nearby parking lot, engaged in what appeared to be one intense argument.

“Well, that was something!” Stan broke the silence.

“Yeah. It sure was.”

“That must have been humiliating, to be seen like that — exposed to everyone. Complete strangers seeing so much of her body.”

“I suppose so.” Tiffany was holding back. “But in a way, it might also be really thrilling.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. It could be very empowering, having everyone’s attention. Knowing that all eyes are on your body, and everyone wants to see and admire you.”

“I suppose you have a point.” Stan conceded.

Chapter 4:

Stan finished buttoning his shirt. As usual, he was ready first. Bored, he peeked around the corner. Tiffany was leaning over the counter, carefully applying eyeliner. From his vantage point Stan looked into the mirror, gazing at the reflection of his wife’s luscious cleavage. His eyes drifted to her rear. The hem of her dress rode up from her knees to her mid thigh. Stan studied her smooth, creamy thighs, dreaming of planting kisses on them before working his way up. He envisioned pulling up Tiffany’s dress to her waist and burying his face between her plump butt cheeks, treating her puckered asshole like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

“Where are we going for dinner, Stan?”

“I’m not sure, Tiff.” He fumbled. “Hopefully there’s someplace nice within walking distance, although I guess I could get us a ride anyway.”

“We could ask Jen what’s around here.”

“Good idea, my darling. Are you ready?”

“Almost.” Tiffany adjusted a strand of red hair. “Now I am!”

The lobby was virtually deserted that evening. Stan approached the counter, his wife in tow. Jen was reading a paperback novel of some kind. Waving his hand to get her attention, Stan called out as he stepped up to the counter.

“Jen!”

“Mr. Gilmore! What can I do for you and your lovely wife, this evening?”

Tiffany blushed.

“We were wondering where you would recommend going for a nice dinner.”

“Well, there are many fine dining establishments in town. However, I personally suggest trying our very own 5-Star rated dining room. It’s down that hall, through the double doors on the right.”

“Thanks.”

The dining area did not disappoint. It had a classy modern, semi-formal atmosphere. There were no booths. All tables were covered with expensive looking table cloths. Napkins were intricately folded and placed by an array of perfectly laid-out silverware. A handful of couples were currently dining there; the occupied tables generously spaced with one or more empty tables between them. A short blond woman with a ponytail welcomed the couple and escorted them to a table. Looking over at the table immediately to their side, they were disappointed by the lack of privacy.

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