"Hi."
"Hi."
"Listen, I'd like to have a wake-up call in Bungalow 7-D for 6 AM, please."
"I'd love to wake you up at 6 AM, but unfortunately, I'm not one of the hostesses."
"O, I'm sorry. You were sitting at the table and I just assumed that you...."
"No, no don't apologize. Actually, I'm very complimented. I think that those girls are some of the most beautiful that I've ever seen. I'm flattered that you mistook me for one of them."
"You're very nice to understand."
"I've seen you and your wife around the resort the past few days. She's a lucky woman, You're an attractive man."
"Thank you, kind lady. Satisfy my curiosity if you will. Why is a pretty woman like you sitting here alone at the hostesses table in a resort bar full of men?"
"See that table of men sitting behind me?"
"Uh-huh."
"I've been sitting next to them all evening. They've been taking turns buying me drinks, but so far none of them have tried to approach me. I think they're all too inhibited in one another's presence to make a pass. So I get to be one of the boys, and will prob'ly end up going back to my room alone."
"And that would be a shame and a waste."
"Kind of you to say so, sir. I think I've just about given up on tonight. Do you think that your wife could spare you long enough to walk me back to my room?"
"That long and longer if you like. She's sound asleep. And in any case, she'd never forgive me if I didn't go to the assistance of a lady in distress."
That was all true. My wife Billie Sue and I do indeed have an open marriage. Of course, we usually discuss this sort of thing before making love to someone new. But she’d been fast asleep when I’d left our bungalow. And there was no way I was going to go back and wake her up at this moment. I reminded myself how much easier it can be to get forgiveness than permission at times.
As we walked out of the bar, she reached over and took my hand. We headed down the beach in the same general direction as our room.
"We must be in the same building."
"Uh-huh."
We continued along in silence until we reached the stretch of beach in front of our building. We turned out, facing the ocean, and walked down the sand dune until we were at the edge of the water, out of sight of the resort. I slipped my arm around her.
"How much, and what sort of assistance will your wife allow you to give to a lady in distress?"
"As much and of whatever sort the lady needs." She turned toward me. I put my other arm around her. She looked up at me.
"This lady could use...." She opened her mouth slightly and half closed her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth opened and our tongues met. She tasted sweet and slightly of the rum she had been drinking in the bar. Her arms snaked out and went around my neck. I gently stroked her back with my hands.
"Oh, that felt nice. Again please." We kissed again. Her arms slid down, around the back of my waist. I moved my hands to her hips and began stroking upward, along her sides.
"Are you absolutely sure that you're free to render this much assistance to strange ladies in distress?"
"This much and more. Just as I said, exactly as much as the lady can use." I leaned in and began to nibble on the side of her neck. My right hand worked its way up to under the catch of her halter top. With my thumb and forefinger, I creased the garment, in such a way that a single pinch would unsnap it and free her breasts.
I looked her in the eyes and slowly began that pinch. She leaned up for another kiss and I opened the snap. I caressed her bare back through the rest of the kiss. Then I fell to my knees before her. Her breasts were small and pointed, with large brown aureole, surrounding her crinkled nipples. My mouth went to one, and then to the other. I could feel my penis becoming very hard.
Her head was thrown back. Her hands were cradling my head. I kissed and gently nibbled her nipples. My hands were slowly moving up the back of her legs. They slipped up under the sarong-like skirt that she was wearing. I stopped at her upper thighs and slipped each thumb under the elastic at the bottom of each leg of her panties.
She slipped her hands down inside the collar of my shirt, stroking my neck. Still kissing her breasts, I moved my hands up to the sides of her panties and slowly began to pull them down. She opened her legs slightly so that her panties would slide down more easily. When they were down around her ankles, she stepped out of them.
Now her hands were inside the front of my shirt, as I moved my hands up to caress her buttocks. With my left hand, I untied the knot at the side of her sarong. Now she was nude before me. I shrugged out of my shirt. I began kissing my way down her stomach, toward her mound. My penis felt like a rock.
"Wait. Not here. Someone might see us. Help me gather up my clothes and we'll go to my room."
"Let's go."
Her room was on the ground floor of the building. Fortunately, it had a patio on the beach. We ran to it, carrying our clothes. As soon as she shut the sliding door off the patio, she was again in my arms. We fell to her bed in the darkened room and I immediately began kissing her mound once more. She slid up on the bed and opened her legs before me.