“This looks like a good spot.” Mr Anderson said as he tossed down our towels and gestured to the chairs. I nodded and climbed onto mine as he lay on his beside me. “We’ve had a big morning… I think we need drinks.” He waved to the bar and a young tanned guy around my age hustled over to us. He was wearing only a black thong and matching bow tie, carrying a drink tray.
“Hello again Mr Anderson, good to see you again.” The fit guy said. They clearly knew each other and I wondered how often Mr Anderson came to this resort.
“Hello Dylan. Nice to see you too. This is my assistant Aaron. We came down for a conference but it was canceled at the last minute.”
“Oh dear…” Dylan smiled, “That seems to happen a lot.”
Mr Anderson laughed and shrugged, “I know! But what can you do. We’re making the best of it.”
“I’m sure you are, sir.” Dylan laughed, “What can I get you?”
“I’m not sure… how about something strong…” Mr Anderson caressed my pale thigh, “…and fruity.”
“Right away sir.” Dylan nodded before hustling back to the bar, Mr Anderson and I staring at his tight toned ass as he did so.
“Dylan’s a good kid.” He sighed as he stretched out on the lounger and slid his sunglasses on. “I think you two would really get along.”
I looked around the pool area. There were lounge chairs arranged in rows circling the pool with big beach umbrellas. To the left of the bar hut stood another small tiki style building with two doors on it. That must be the men’s and women’s rest room, I thought. Although I noticed there only seemed to be men lounging around the pool. I looked around again and realized that, yes there were no women in sight. Only men, some younger but most of them were in their 40’s and older, all wearing tight skimpy swimsuits. The male waiters all bustled around, serving drinks, each of them young and toned wearing only thongs and bow ties. What sort of resort was this?
Dylan returned with our cocktails, setting them down on the small table between our chairs. They were tall glasses filled with bright yellow fruit juice and adorned with cherries, orange slices and paper umbrellas.
“Thank you Dylan.” Mr Anderson said taking a sip from his straw. “Oh that’s perfect. Keep these coming ok? Charge everything to my room.”
“Yes sir.” Dylan said. “Your usual room?”
“Yes Dylan, you remember the number.” Dylan nodded and smiled at us both before sauntering back to the bar. Mr Anderson held his glass up to mine. “Cheers!”
I took a sip of my drink. It was mostly rum with a bit of pineapple juice. “Cheers!” I giggled before laying back on the chair and letting the warm sun wash over my pale exposed skin.
We lay out like that for an hour or so, both of us sunning and downing glass after glass of delicious rum punch. We made small talk and laughed about people from work, having a lovely afternoon and sporadically checking our phones. Mr Anderson fell asleep for a bit as I lay watching the other hotel guests milling about, smiling politely at the various men who walked by checking me out. My outfit felt incredible, it was so skimpy and revealing! I’d never worn anything like that before, and certainly not in public but something about this place had me at ease. I felt sexy and confident, relishing the look of every passing guy who smiled at me and ran his gaze over my smooth body. I leaned into it, stretching out and parting my legs, feeling the sun warm my thick bulge.
I watched the doors of the little building beside the bar as men would file in and out. They usually stayed in there for a long time before coming out looking happy and satisfied. Maybe it wasn’t the restroom, maybe it was another bar or something.
Suddenly my phone buzzed. It was a text from my girlfriend asking how everything was going. I paused considering how I should answer. I probably shouldn’t tell her I was wearing lip gloss and dressed as a total boislut laying beside the man who’s cock I’d spent the morning sucking. ‘Things are good. A bit boring. I’ll call you later!’ I wrote before pressing send. I felt a bit guilty lying to her, the trip was anything but boring but I knew the truth would only be a cause for concern. I took another sip of my drink.
“Girlfriend?” Mr Anderson asked.
I nodded. “Asking how the trip was going. I didn’t mention that the conference was canceled.”
“That’s ok,” He patted my thigh. “I didn’t mention it to my wife either. And besides…they don’t need to know everything.”
“What’s that building over there next to the bar?” I asked.
Mr Anderson smiled, “Oh that’s the cabana. You might like it in there.”
“What is it?” My curiosity piqued.
“Well… why don’t we go check it out?” He sat up and stood. I slipped my sandals on and took his hand as he led me around the pool and over past the bar to the little hut. He opened the door and I followed him inside and my eyes adjusted to the low soft lighting. The small room was completely empty aside from a long red leather cushion against one of the walls and a shelf holding about a dozen small glass bottles with plastic screw tops. At waist height on the wall over the cushion were two small square doors.
“What is this place?” I asked as Mr Anderson laughed.
“You’re so innocent, aren’t you?” He asked as I felt myself blush. He slid my ladies sunglasses up on to the top of my head and his gaze suddenly turned lustful as he pulled me to his body and kissed me. Both of us were instantly hard and I humped against his bulge as he sucked my tongue. “Here…” He said selecting one of the bottles and cracking it open. He held it up to his nose and took a long slow inhale, first in one nostril and then the other. I watched his cheeks flush as a warm druggy smile spread over his face. He held the bottle out to me and nodded. I leaned in and took an inhale, my nose filled with a chemical smell of leather that reminded me of sweet cologne. Suddenly a wave of heat rushed over my body and I felt my knees buckle. “That’s it… one more…” He said holding the bottle to my other nostril and I inhaled deeply. An intense light headed druggy sensation took a hold of me as every one of my nerve endings came alive, my muscles pulsing around my plug and cock throbbing hard in my tiny g-string. I moaned and leaned into him, losing myself in the sensation and suddenly hornier than I’d ever been in my entire life.
“Oh yesssss….” I whimpered as he laughed.
“I thought you’d like that.” He said as I sucked lazily on his neck and pressed my bulge against his. Suddenly I heard a light knock on the wall and I looked up at him. “Ready?” He asked and I nodded obediently, unaware of what I was ready for as he guided me to kneel on the cushion. I was facing the wall and Mr Anderson slid one of the little doors open. I was so high, so horny, unable to focus my eyes as I stared druggliy into the darkness through the small door. A second later a long hard cock slid through the hole in the wall. Without a word I slid my wet glossy lips over the head of the stranger’s big dick and began to suck, coating his shaft with my hot saliva as I pumped my lips up and down.