Lori woke on Saturday morning to an empty bed. She rolled, sliding her hand beneath the blanket in her search for Arthur before she opened her eyes and found only cool sheets. His absence left no impression on the hotel bed, nor did his warmth linger long under the air conditioning. She opened her eyes, finding the room dark. She checked her head, but there was no blindfold over her face, so it seemed to be the middle of the night.
“Arthur?” Lori asked, looking around as she blinked.
She listened hard. Was Arthur in the bathroom? How early was it? What time was it?
She looked beside the bed and checked her phone. 10:47 AM shone as she activated the lock screen. The beacon of light nearly blinded her, illuminating the room, the silhouettes on the wall, and the mirrored ceiling. She used her phone’s lock screen light to search the room. Everything was as she had left it last night, except that Arthur wasn’t here, and the curtains over the balcony window were closed.
She rolled out of bed. Instinct made her drag the sheet with her, covering her body, but then she released it, letting it fall. She and Arthur were the only ones in the hotel room, after all. This wasn’t the dorm where she had to worry about Brad or other suite mates. She hesitated as she approached the balcony door and peeked around the curtain. The bright daylight of the world stung her eyes, making her squint and slam the curtain back into place.
“GODDAMMIT!” Lori yelled in surprise and pain.
Arthur burst into the room from the living room area and looked around, finding Lori in a heartbeat. Light fell into the room, making everything visible.
“Lori?” Arthur asked. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“I missed the sunrise!” Lori said, gesturing at the balcony curtain. “And damn, those light-blocking curtains don’t fuck around. I thought it was still night.” She blinked, trying to ensure she wasn’t blind.
Arthur laughed, steadying her with his arms and guiding her back to the bed.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Lori said. “It hurt.”
“I know,” Arthur said, hugging her to him. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to watch the sunrise, but I figured, well, we have all week, and you were so cute when you were sleeping. You didn’t wake up at all when I got up, so I thought I’d let you sleep.”
“But the whole morning is gone!” Lori protested.
“Most of it. We can still order breakfast, though,” Arthur assured her as he started rubbing her back. “I wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, so I didn’t order any, but I made us some tea.”
“You what?” Lori asked.
“I had some time, so I made tea. The water should still be hot. It finished about five minutes ago,” Arthur explained.
Lori chuckled, patting his chest as her vision returned. Arthur had dressed. He was wearing shorts and a beach shirt.
“How long have you been awake?” Lori asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Four o’clock?” Arthur asked.
“Did you go to the gym?” Lori asked. The question was half amusement and half accusation. This was supposed to be their vacation. Arthur was notorious for throwing himself into his workouts, work, and homework, leaving himself no energy for the more important things in life, like his girlfriend. Not to mention the lovely vacation they’d gone on.
She half-wondered how long it would take before he’d go stir-crazy doing nothing but lounging on the beach. Still, she had a solution for that. She’d help him work out all that pent-up energy whenever he wanted.
“No, I didn’t hit the gym,” Arthur said. “You were right, we’re here to relax. Besides, I didn’t want to leave you alone in the room, so I sat out on the balcony and did some reading.”
“Reading?”
“Mark wanted to do that book club, remember? So I brought my book,” Arthur said. “And homework, obviously.”
“We-Are-On-Vacation!” Lori said, patting his chest with each word. “No homework.”
“Lori,” Arthur said. “So many professors have assigned work to be due right after the break. I have to do homework.”
Lori groaned and fell back onto the bed. “You have me, naked, waiting for you to take me, and you’re out in the other room doing homework?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to just stick it in while you were asleep, was I?” Arthur asked.
Lori raised both eyebrows. “That’d be a fun way to wake up. You have my permission to do just that. In fact, whenever you want me, take me, for the whole time we’re in Cancun.”
Arthur laughed as if she were joking. “That’d be painful for both of us. You watch way too much porn. Arousal is an important part of the process.”
“You watch porn with me, so who’s at fault here?” Lori teased, sliding her arms around him.
Arthur kissed her. His breath tasted of mint, but not the strong minty smell of his toothpaste. “So, you had some tea. Did you eat breakfast already?”
“Some granola that I packed,” Arthur said. “I was waiting for you for breakfast or lunch. Do you want to go down to the restaurant or order in?”
“I get to choose?” Lori asked. “Sir?”
The light of recognition shone in his eyes. Lori was glad to see Arthur take his cue. He might not notice every hint she dropped or recognize when she wasn’t joking about free use, but he understood her sometimes. She wanted him to take the lead.
“We’ll go down to lunch,” Arthur said. “Go get ready, I’ll pull out something for you to wear.”
Lori frowned, but only for an instant. She’d hoped his first instinct would be to push her onto the bed and have the fun they missed last night, but they had time. He’d been awake longer, and he was probably hungry. She would be, too, and once they started in this hotel room? They’d need the calories.
“Yes, sir,” Lori said, rising from the bed with his help. He patted her ass as she slunk into the bathroom, and Lori heard him moving around as she readied herself for the day. She didn’t know what he had in mind. Lori did her basic makeup with the waterproof set she’d bought for the trip and plastered on some sunscreen and bug repellent beneath her perfume. She tied her hair back into a low ponytail and left the bathroom half an hour after entering it. Not bad, all things considered.
Arthur had left clothes for her on the bed. Well, ‘clothes’ was a generous description. Lori laughed. Whenever Arthur picked her clothes, he did so without thought for her own insecurities. Well, perhaps to say he didn’t think of them was unfair. He chose clothes that emphasized the parts of her body he enjoyed, whether she did or not.
The bikini was a set of strings with a scrunchy of white material attached. She tied the strings and pulled them over her hips, forming a deep V. The backside disappeared into her ass when she took a step, but she’d had harsher things in there yesterday. The bikini material was soft. The white lace cover-up was a short dress that wrapped over her and tied closed at the waist. It had a deep, open V-neck that showed off her tits, and the material was transparent. The bikini top had no support, so her large breasts hung at their natural height. Then, the last piece of clothing he’d left her was a narrow white choker. It bore no decorations, no bell, and no steel rings, just a white silicone collar.
She put on the collar, not sure what role she was playing this time. She was sure Arthur would tell her, but she imagined he’d keep it PG-13 over brunch.
Lori stepped out of the bedroom to find Arthur wearing a matching pair of white shorts and an open white beach shirt. The open shirt showcased his abs and pecs, while the short sleeves revealed most of his biceps and forearms.
“Mm.” Lori let her eyes rest on the low waistband of his shorts, just beneath the chiseled belt of muscle that disappeared into it. “You look good in white. Can I have you for brunch instead?”
Arthur laughed. “Do you like the clothes I picked out for you?”
“Clothes?” Lori asked, laughing as she spun to show off the outfit and watched his eyes dip to her ass and breasts. “It’s a stretch to call these clothes, but yeah, I love them. Do you think I look good?”
“Yes,” Arthur said, earnest and quick.
“Good enough to eat?” Lori asked, teasing him as her smile grew.
“Later,” Arthur said.
Lori pouted.
Arthur’s eyes dropped from her lips to the choker. “I see you’ve put your collar on already,” Arthur said. “Do you remember your safewords?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lori said. “I’m excited to do this at breakfast. You always balk when I get handsy in the cafeteria.”
“Well, this is different. We’re on vacation, and swimsuits are typical clothing here,” Arthur gestured to the two of them.
“Should I bring my purse, and are there any protocols I should follow while we’re in public?” Lori asked.
“Leave your purse. I’ll handle everything we need. Be yourself, just be respectful. If you’re a good girl and behave throughout breakfast, I’ll give you a treat,” Arthur said.
Lori smiled. “Yes, Sir.” She kissed his cheek, then bowed her head as she waited for him to lead the way.
Arthur shot a text off on his phone and double-checked that he had what he needed, bringing a small knapsack with him that he slung over one shoulder. He extended his hand for Lori to take, and she took it, walking behind him. They both wore flip-flops they’d brought with them that Arthur had set by the door, then they left the room behind and entered the hallway.
“Texting Brad?” Lori asked.
“Sofia,” Arthur said. “I wanted to make sure we’d have a more private table.”
The elevator ride was fast, but a small group of four joined them a floor below. Two guys and two girls about their age. Lori noticed both women were already topless and unashamed. They wore bikini bottoms that were matching red thongs. The guys wore red swim trunks but were nowhere near as fit as Arthur. The girls both let their eyes wander over Arthur, who nodded good morning to them and kept his eyes on the button panel.
Lori kept holding his hand and put her free hand on his hip for good measure. She didn’t mind if he looked at the flesh on display, so long as she got hers.
The girls whispered something to themselves, glanced at Lori, giggled, and then settled in with restrained smiles as they waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor. The elevator doors opened, and the two men with them let the girls out first. They followed the signs for the pool, laughing together at a joke.
Arthur and Lori headed toward the restaurant, walking through the lobby and down the hall until they came to an open archway. The ocean-themed colors of the ceiling, walls, floor, and tables took Lori by surprise. It had an underwater vibe with lights that mimicked the waves. The place settings matched the lights, with dark and light blue cloth napkins.
Signs mandated that people wear clothes, or at least swimsuits, in the restaurant. The waitresses and waiters wore the typical white shirt and black pants uniform of the food service industry. The seafood smelled delicious and wafted to her as they approached the hostess. She’d expected a line, assuming a thousand or more people must be at the resort for spring break. However, they were too late for the breakfast rush and too early for the lunch rush, so the restaurant was practically empty.
“Mister Clarke?” the hostess asked as her eyes moved from her screen to Arthur’s face as if verifying his image.
“Yes, that’s me,” Arthur said.
“Right this way, señor,” the hostess said, two menus in hand as she left the station and guided them to a semi-private booth against the wall. A few diners sat at tables throughout the restaurant, but these raised booths were further from the main dining floor. The hostess gestured for them to sit when they reached their booth, and Lori slid in, surprised when Arthur slid in next to her.
“Are you expecting guests, señor?” the hostess asked.
“No, I just prefer to sit next to my girlfriend sometimes,” Arthur explained.
The hostess nodded, setting their menus before them, and leaving as Arthur opened his napkin and spread it across his lap.
Lori wanted to know, without asking, what he was up to. He always sat across from her when they went out together, unless they were with his parents or going out with their friends. Looking forward, there wasn’t much to see. A white lattice wall with fake green vines and pink flowers blocked them in over the opposite wall. Arthur blocked her view of the other people in the restaurant, which seemed intentional as he rested his hand on her thigh beneath the table.
“Oh,” Lori said, looking at her menu. “Um, what should I order, Sir?”
Arthur reviewed the menu as if refreshing his memory rather than seeing it for the first time. He’d checked it in advance and knew what he was ordering for them. He didn’t answer, but set his menu down. Lori did the same. He poured water from the fresh pitcher on the table into their glasses.
Lori slid her hand toward his thigh.
“Hands behind you,” Arthur said.
Lori withdrew her hand from his thigh and crossed it behind her back. She did the same with her other arm, holding each bicep with her opposite hand. She’d gotten pretty good at this pose, but it still thrust her chest forward and lifted her breasts.
Arthur smiled, put a straw into her water, and raised it to her lips. She closed her lips around the straw and sucked, trying to make it as suggestive as she could. She raised her head when she finished, and Arthur set her drink down and drank from his own glass.
A waitress appeared beside him just as he was setting his glass down. Lori hadn’t even heard her approach.
“Señor, señorita, have you decided what you’d like to eat for lunch?” the waitress asked.
“Just to verify, it’s too late for breakfast, right?” Arthur asked.
“Sí, señor. My apologies, but the restaurant stops serving breakfast at eleven,” the waitress, Juanita, answered. “You can order it from room service until noon.”
“No worries,” Arthur said. “Lunch is fine. I just wanted to verify.”
Juanita relaxed. The poor woman must have had a barrage of angry latecomers on the first day of any fresh wave of vacationers. Lori knew what that was like. She’d spent a summer working in a beach town once. It was fun when she was off-shift. But the work shifts at the cafe had been a level of hell that should’ve been reserved for people who deserved it, not busty young women with bright smiles and summer tans.
“I’ll have the crab cake platter. She’ll have the Cajun butter-baked oysters.” Arthur said, passing the menus to the waitress.
“Coming right up!” Juanita said and scurried away.
Lori waited, watching Arthur. She didn’t mind his ordering for her. It was unusual, but not unwelcome. He’d done it before, when they were dining somewhere fancy, and she didn’t know what was good on the menu. She enjoyed oysters, though, which she discovered when she’d gone to Frenchy’s with him and his parents for the first time. They prepared them differently here, so close to the ocean, but Cajun-style sounded promising. She enjoyed spicy food.
“So the resort restaurant is seafood-based?” Lori asked.
Arthur chuckled. “Well, this one is. There are multiple restaurants in the resort. They’ve got this one, which is seafood; an Italian-food-based one; a Mexican cuisine restaurant, which makes sense considering we’re in Cancun; and a few others. I made reservations for us at a special one tomorrow night.”
“A special one?” Lori asked.
“You’ll enjoy it, I promise. It’s very romantic, couples-only dining,” Arthur said.
Couples only? Lori wondered. What the fuck did that mean? Was it the kind of place where you had to share plates with your partner? That was fine with her, but to mandate that singles couldn’t dine there seemed strange. Still, she supposed it made it a more romantic atmosphere.
“What did you think of those girls in the elevator?” Lori asked, changing the subject. “Do you want me to go topless like that?”
“If I wanted you topless, you’d be topless,” Arthur said, putting a low tone into his voice that sent shivers over Lori’s body.
“Yes, sir,” Lori said.
Arthur gripped her thigh, indenting her flesh beneath his fingers. He squeezed, and it pumped her with excitement. She wanted him to do more, but didn’t want to pressure him too hard and risk ruining this opportunity. Arthur rarely initiated public play. This finger play was him making up for her missing the sunrise, and him falling asleep last night. If she pushed or got too carried away too soon, he’d flinch and chicken out. If she let him take his time and lead her into it, he might take a while to build up to it, but she’d get to have her fun.
She bit her lip, folding her lower lip behind her teeth in the corner of her mouth.
Arthur let his pinky wander higher along her thigh.
Lori parted her legs further, pressing her knee against his, but keeping a gap wide enough for his fingers in their single-file line.
His hand slid closer and closer to her bikini bottoms as her cover fell open, sliding against her bare thighs. When the side of his pinky met her labia, she was burning for him. Her eyes checked their surroundings, but she trusted that Arthur was doing the same. He kept his eyes toward the restaurant, but with the way they were sitting, even someone closer to the table wouldn’t have noticed what he was doing. Not unless they looked over him and under the table, somehow.
Lori spread her legs further, giving him better access.
Arthur rubbed her through her bottoms. Slow, gentle, sliding motions with his finger rubbed her lower lip, with his fingertip curling to apply pressure to her aching clit. She needed him, and if he hadn’t told her to put her hands behind her back, she would have slid her panties aside and pushed his finger into her.
“Please, Sir,” Lori whispered.
“You want me to stop?” Arthur asked.
“The opposite, Sir,” Lori said, closing her eyes. The thrill of knowing they could get caught was intense, but the safety of her trust in him was even greater. Arthur wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. Not here, or anywhere. She was safe so long as she was with him, and she was his. He was her lord, and she was his lady. He owned her in a sense, ever since she’d given him herself as a gift. That was security beyond the meaningless exchanges typical of couples, uttering their “I love you’s” every day.
The choker around her throat reminded her of him every time she breathed or swallowed. He’d chosen it for her, along with her entire outfit. If he wanted to pull it off her here, she wouldn’t protest. She warmed at the thought of him parading her, showing her off like he might show off a shiny new car. As a fuckdoll, she could be a status symbol for him if he wanted her to be one.
She imagined how those women in the elevator and their boyfriends might have reacted if she’d been topless, or better yet, naked, in the elevator. How might they have reacted if Arthur had been more possessive of her, clipping a leash to her collar and keeping her close to him? The elevator girls were strangers, people they’d never see again. So it wouldn’t matter if they thought Lori was nothing but a brainless bimbo, a toy for Arthur’s pleasure.
Arthur slipped his finger over the waistband of her bottoms, pulling it down and scraping her pubic area with his fingernail.
Lori gasped as he made contact with his fingertip from above, drawing tiny, gentle circles with firm pressure from his pinky finger. Fuck. His goddamn pinky finger was doing this to her, stirring her to pleasure. She whimpered, wanting to close her legs over his hand to increase the pressure, but she knew what would happen if she tried to trap his hand. He’d pull it away, and he might start the process all over again. No, she had to wait him out and let him tease her this way until he was ready to do more.
“Color?” Arthur asked.
“Green,” Lori said without hesitation.
Arthur’s finger dipped lower, tracing her lips until he reached the bottom of her pussy inside her bikini bottoms. He dipped the very tip of his finger between her lips and curled upward, spreading her outer lips open until she opened for him, slick and needy. She rocked her hips, trying to press against his finger as it traveled against her.
“None of that,” Arthur said, his voice stern. “Sit still and be a good girl.”
Lori held back a moan. She kept her noises muffled and quiet, biting the inside of her cheek to suppress them the same way she suppressed her laughter on stage.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” Arthur asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Lori whispered. “I’ll be your good girl.”
Arthur dipped his pinky into her, rolling it around to map the entrance to her tunnel.
Lori’s eyes fluttered despite her eyelids being closed, and the tiniest squeak escaped her. The pain from biting her cheek, combined with the teasing pleasure of him toying with her, made her unable to help it.
“Shh,” Arthur said. “If you make another noise, we’ll have to stop and wait until we get back to the room.”
Lori sighed, though it was half a gasp as he shot his finger forward and flicked her clit with it. “Yes, Sir.”
She didn’t need to check his expression to know that he was grinning. His face sometimes took on this cocky smirk when he stepped into his role as her dominant. Seeing it was a reward sometimes, knowing that he’d produced the effect he wanted to see, that she’d given him what he wanted, made her happy. It was the least she could do for all the pleasure he gave her, and everything he’d given her outside of the bedroom.
Twenty minutes. It took twenty minutes from the time Arthur started until the food arrived, and not once did he push her over the edge of her pleasure and into bliss. No, he teased her, keeping her aroused, but not pushing for her to have an orgasm. He played with her, toyed with her. Partway through, she’d covered her lap with her napkin.
Her first signal that the food had arrived was the withdrawal of his hand. The busser put his crab cakes in front of him, and the oysters in front of Lori. Arthur waited until the man left, then sucked on his pinky, tasting her.
“You won’t get me off before we eat?” Lori asked, half-begging and half-whining. “Did I do something wrong, Sir?”
Arthur kissed her cheek. “I want to keep you nice and wet. When we’re done here, we’ll go to our private cabana on the beach, and we can have some fun there. You can move your hands, by the way.”
Lori raised an eyebrow as she lowered her arms and brought them out from behind her. “Sex on the beach?”
“In our cabana,” Arthur said. “With the curtains closed.”
Lori’s body lurched at the thought. She wanted to finish, but she was also hungry. The promise of sex on the beach later was the motivation she needed to scarf down the oysters before her.
“How much were these, by the way?” Lori asked. “The prices on the menu—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Arthur said. “It’s included in our stay.”
Lori eyed him, but she believed him. She glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, the one marking her as a high-level guest of the hotel. The super-duper all-inclusive package his parents had helped him purchase for this trip was ridiculous. How did the hotel make money on deals like that? How much had they paid so that they could eat as much seafood as they wanted?
She couldn’t fathom the number, nor did she want to. She was here, so there was nothing to do but enjoy it.
Lunch was delicious. Whoever the chef was, he could have gone harder on the spices. Still, he made a decent breading over the oysters, and the seasoning was flavorful with a touch of heat. It wasn’t what she expected from a dish that had Cajun in the name, but she wasn’t complaining either.
“How are the crab cakes?” Lori asked.
“They’re delicious,” Arthur answered. “And overstuffed with crab. They’re amazing.”
Lori grinned, happy to see Arthur in a good mood and enjoying himself as much as she was. Well, not as much as she was. He had to be uncomfortable with his erection trapped in his shorts, almost as uncomfortable as she was with her sticky arousal drying on the inside of her thigh.
She finished her food and waited for Arthur while drinking her water. More people came into the restaurant as they approached the lunch hour, many of them tanned from the sun outside. Everyone seemed in high spirits, laughing with those around them, and eager to devour the delicious food. Lori poured herself a second glass of water and drank that as well, growing eager as Arthur finished his last mouthful.
“Beach?” Lori asked.
Arthur chuckled. He checked his phone. “Yeah, we’re good for the beach.”
“Are we meeting someone there?” Lori asked, confused. “You keep checking your phone. Are you coordinating with Brad or Kelly?”
“No, Sofia,” Arthur answered.
“Sofia?” Lori asked, confused.
“Our butler? The one who took us to our room last night?”
“Oh, right,” Lori said, nodding.
“She reserved our cabana for us, and a private waiter, and made sure we had a table here. I texted her before we left the room,” Arthur said.
“Right,” Lori said, nodding. That made sense. She still wasn’t used to that kind of attention or service from a hotel, but this was a resort. Arthur seemed more adept at using such services, so she left it to him. He tended to plan everything anyway, so leaving it in his hands was a reflex. “So we’re all set to leave?”
“One second,” Arthur said, reaching across the table to grab the small tablet that had been facing the wall. He pulled up their bill. Instead of paying with a credit card, he tapped his wristband against it, and the price that made Lori’s eyes bug out of her head disappeared with a thank-you message.
He left a tip in American dollars on the table and scooted out of the booth. Lori took the hand he offered her and climbed out after him, moving carefully as she placed the napkin from her lap onto the table. She wiped where she’d been sitting with it before she left, noticing that she hadn’t been as contained as she’d hoped.
Arthur led her by the hand out of the restaurant and followed the signs out of the building toward the bright blue sky and sparkling white concrete. Before they could exit onto the pool’s patio, they had to stop at a small security desk. The guard there checked their phones, sealing a sticker over the cameras, and telling them to have a good time.
Arthur led her out of the building, holding her hand after he returned their phones to the knapsack. The air inside had been cool, bordering on comfortable and chilly. The air outside was hot. Moving between the two was like stepping out of a pleasant spring day and into a windy summer one.
The wind plucked at the corners of her dress, lifting the skirt and blowing it where it wanted. Lori didn’t even try to fight it. Most people around them wore less, especially when they passed the pool. Topless sunbathers and swimmers were everywhere. People on spring break were having a good, but chill time, recovering from whatever partying they’d done last night and preparing themselves for the night to come.
A few people had tops on, and one or two had covers as they walked to or from the bar. Otherwise, topless men and women were everywhere. Each person had a unique tan that complemented their distinct face. Different colored wristbands adorned their arms, and some had colorful trunks or bottoms, but there was a uniformity of leisure. Everyone wore a relaxed, comfortable smile, letting the sun warm their souls as they enjoyed their drinks, friends, and partners at the pool.
Arthur led Lori past the pool and the hot tubs, down the stairs, and into a concrete walkway with high walls. Signs pointing their arrows ahead told her they were heading toward the ‘clothing optional’ beach. She could hear the ocean and smell the salt in the air. Palm trees provided shade over the walkway. A small wooden shack at its end served as both its final security checkpoint and a bar they had to walk through to reach the beach.
“Really?” Lori asked, looking at Arthur in surprise.
“You said you wanted to, right? Do you still want to? You can use your safeword at any time,” Arthur reminded her.
Lori grinned. “Should I take my top off?”
“Not until we get settled,” Arthur said. “I’ve reserved a private cabana for us. We can lounge, drink, play, and relax until we return to the room.”
“And you picked one on the clothing-optional beach?” Lori asked.
Arthur nodded. “I figure that way, it’s not the end of the world if someone spots us naked in our cabana. And if we want to wear our clothes, we can.”
Lori chuckled. “Okay.” She nodded. Hyping herself up. They were doing this. The idea thrilled her: to be free and naked in a public setting. And with Arthur there, she didn’t have to worry about any creeps.
Arthur checked in at the desk that they had set up like a hostess station at the bar shack. A waitress stepped forward to introduce herself. She was a dark-skinned Mexican woman with black hair and honey-colored eyes. She wore a modest white bikini with the hotel logo and a sarong that rested low on her hips. The nametag on her bikini strap told Lori her name was Camila.
“Hello! My name is Camila, and I’ll be your server today. Do either of you have questions about the beach?”
Lori looked at Arthur, who shook his head. “No, I think we understand. It is clothing-optional, right? That means we can wear clothes on it if we want to.”
“You can, and should, when moving to and from your cabana. We have sunscreen and bug spray if you need any. You can order any drinks you want through the resort app, and I’ll deliver them to you. You may sunbathe and swim naked, if that appeals to you, but do not leave the marked area or this section of the beach without your clothes. May I see your bags?”
Arthur presented his knapsack, and Camila looked through it, verifying the stickers were on their phones, checking they had no other cameras, and giving Arthur a significant look. Lori wondered if he’d packed toys or rope in there, but Camila hadn’t looked at Lori or blushed.
Arthur didn’t look that nervous either. So, he couldn’t have packed anything too ridiculous. Pity.
Camila returned his bag to him and nodded. “Please be aware that if you remove your stickers, or attempt to take photo or video recordings, you will be in violation of the hotel agreement. Violators will be removed from the premises with prejudice and without a refund. You may even face criminal charges depending on the nature of the recording.”
She said it in kindness, but with a tone of finality that told Lori this was one boundary she didn’t want to test. People may be here to get drunk and have a good time on Spring Break, but that required a certain amount of cooperation.
“If you’ll follow me, I’ll lead you to your cabana.” Camila turned aside and led them through the bar.
Lori elbowed Arthur and nodded toward Camila. Her ass was huge, and the sway of her hips had to do something to him. Besides, she was fit, sexy, and Latina. Not that she worried about him cheating, but she knew what her boyfriend liked, and wondered if he’d brave a glance.
Arthur looked at Camila, then back at Lori. He shrugged, then put his hand on Lori’s ass and squeezed. She clenched, glancing around, but no one in the bar noticed or paid attention to them. Everyone was in their own world, enjoying their drinks and food.
They followed Camila out of the bar and onto the hot, shifting sand of the upper beach. The ocean water never made it past the line of dark sand a third of the way up the beach. The cabanas were in the back, near the stone wall. The four-post canvas tents were white squares on white sand with palm trees planted between them to create some privacy.
She’d expected to see two beach chairs per cabana, but no. Each one had a conjoined beach chair that was more like a bed. The back of the sofa reclined at a forty-degree angle. Built-in pillows made headrests, and the seat and foot stuck out to the same dimensions as the tent. Small armrests with cup holders were on either side.
Several naked sunbathers lie on towels on the sand between them and the water, a smorgasbord of body types, genders, and ages. A few people had a frisbee they were tossing, a beach ball bounced in the shallows as another group volleyed it, and almost everyone was naked. Soft dicks swung and bounced with heavy tits alike.
“Wow,” Lori said, looking around.
“First time on a nude beach?” Camila asked.
Lori chuckled. “Am I staring?”
“No, but it’s okay. Some people prefer it. It’s more natural,” Camila explained. “Others visit because they think it might be exciting or adventurous.”
“We’re the latter,” Lori explained.
“Does it excite you?” Camila asked.
Lori looked around. She felt bad, but the answer was: not really. Some bodies on the beach were attractive, in their own ways, but none of them held a candle to her boyfriend. Meanwhile, several of the women were in better shape than her. Rather than arousal stimulating her at the naked flesh, her instincts told her she was being threatened. As if the girls looking their way might get too friendly or handsy with Arthur if she didn’t keep her eyes on him.
“Not really,” Lori admitted. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll get used to it.”
Arthur shrugged. “We can always go to the other beach.”
“No, you made a reservation and everything. We can stick it out for at least an hour,” Lori said.
Arthur nodded and gave Camila a small nod. “Thank you,” he said.
“Of course,” Camila gestured to the cabana. “Please, relax, and undress according to your level of comfort. Can I get either of you anything to drink or eat?”
“Can I get a pina colada, please?” Arthur asked. “I’ve always wanted to try one.”
Camila nodded. “And for you, señorita?”
“Water, and uh, something with pineapple?” Lori asked.
“Of course,” Camila said. “I’ll make you something. Let me know if you like it, and I’ll bring you more of it, or if you don’t like it, you can try something else.”
Lori nodded.
“Would you like a pineapple sticker for your cabana?” Camila asked.
“No, that won’t be necessary,” Arthur said. “Thank you, though.”
Camila smiled, nodded, and left. Lori watched her go.
“Damn. That girl has the best ass I’ve seen so far,” Lori said, looking at Arthur for his opinion.
“Only because you haven’t looked at your own,” Arthur patted her butt and gestured for her to sit in their tent.
Lori rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to say that just because you’re my boyfriend. She has a better ass. It’s okay. I’m not insecure. I know you like my butt. You spank it often enough.”
“Keep it up, and I’ll spank it again. We can give everyone on the beach a show as I throw you over my knee,” Arthur warned her.
Lori scoffed. She knew he wasn’t serious, but the idea was hot. Even if they closed the flaps of their cabana, everyone would know what the rhythmic slaps were coming from their tent. The closed Cabana two doors down let out giggles and gasps. No one could see anything inside, but Lori knew what those sounds meant.
“Why didn’t you want a pineapple sticker?” Lori asked as she kicked off her flip-flops and settled onto the reclined sofa.
“It’s a swinger thing,” Arthur said. “And I don’t plan on swapping you out.”
“What?” Lori asked.
Arthur pointed to a cabana they’d passed a few spaces over, where an upside-down pineapple sticker was stuck to the corner of an open tent. “It’s a symbol used in places like these, or on cruises, or wherever, that means that a couple is looking to share or swap partners with other couples.”
“No, I know what swinging is, but what does an upside-down pineapple have to do with it?” Lori asked. “That’s so random.”
“Honestly, I have no idea,” Arthur chuckled. “But it is what it is. I only know about it from research.”
“Do you want to do that?” Lori asked.
“No,” Arthur said without hesitation. “You’re mine, and I’m not sharing you.” His voice was deep and half-growling when he said it, which made Lori’s insides twist and resume their pre-lunch levels of arousal.
“Oh,” Lori said, warming at the thought. “Damn, you had that locked and loaded.”
Arthur shrugged as he settled onto his half of the chair, and Lori leaned against him.
“Aren’t you going to ask how I feel about it?” Lori asked.
Arthur eyed her. “No. It’s a hard limit for me.”
“Oh,” Lori said, not disappointed, but surprised. Arthur had so few of those that encountering one always surprised her.
“We should put on our sunblock,” Arthur said.
Lori nodded and slipped off her bikini’s cover, untying the dress, opening it, and setting it aside, leaving her in her bikini. She turned her back toward Arthur and flipped her hair forward so he could start applying the sunscreen to her back.
He rubbed some into his hands and flipped her string bikinis’ straps off her shoulders one by one as he rubbed sunscreen into them. The lotion was cold at first, but soon warmed as he rubbed it into her skin. She lay face down, letting him apply as much of it onto her back as he could without exposing herself to the beach. They were approaching the point of no return, but they might as well have been alone. No one paid attention to them, and it was only she and Arthur inside the open tent until Camila returned with their drinks.
“Gracias,” Arthur said as she set the drinks on the wooden armrests.
Camila nodded and left them, letting Arthur continue his application of Lori’s sunscreen as his hands moved lower and lower.
“How do you feel about it? Are you interested in swinging?” Arthur asked.
Lori considered the question. She’d only been teasing him. The way he’d said no made it sound as if it were a hard limit for him. If that was the case, well, then she wouldn’t pressure him or push for it. If she told him she wouldn’t mind the idea of trying another dick, would that hurt his feelings or his ego? She wasn’t even sure she wanted one. A threesome with a girl and a strap-on might be fun, though.
No, Arthur was confident enough—most of the time.
Then again, was it fair that they’d had a threesome with a woman, but not a man? What if she wanted to even things up?
“I’m not sure,” Lori answered. “Is it a hard limit for you because you would get jealous if you saw me with another man?”
“Yeah,” Arthur admitted. “I don’t mean to be insecure about it, but, well, the idea bothers me. You’re my girlfriend. Not theirs. You’re mine.”
“So how do you feel about showing me off to them?” Lori asked, closing her eyes as Arthur untied her bikini bottoms.
“I’m not sure yet,” Arthur admitted. “We’re trying it, aren’t we? Here, it doesn’t seem as erotic. It’s like a locker room mentality or something.”
“Not erotic?” Lori asked. “Then why are you stabbing my thigh every time you shift?”
“Because I’m straddling your naked body and rubbing sunblock onto you?” Arthur asked. “Even I don’t have that much self-control.”
“Do you want to close the tent?” Lori asked.
Arthur didn’t answer, except to lean over and untie the tent flaps, letting them close, and then fastening them together. The wind tugged them from time to time, but it gave them privacy, enclosing them behind the white cloth of their cabana. Lori rolled over and sat up, letting her bikini fall off and remaining naked on her back, with Arthur over her.
Her eyes dipped to his shorts, and he removed them. Then he lay back on the reclining sofa bed and raised his arm so that Lori could cuddle into him. Instead, she moved to curl up beside him, putting her head on his stomach.
His length was an inch from her lips, and she opened her mouth to take him without him asking. She held him in her mouth, sucking hard enough to dimple, then dent her cheeks. She relaxed, then began again, as if breathing, and keeping him warm.
Arthur sighed as he relaxed, letting his hand wander to her breast. He groped, and she closed her eyes in pleasure as he massaged her breast, playing with her body. She bobbed her head, not taking his full length, but providing some motion besides her suction. He slid his hand along her torso, reaching between her legs and opening her with his fingers.
Lori parted her legs for him, bending them into the frog position. If the tent had been open, she’d be exposing herself to the entire beach. She was lying with her back against the back of their sofa, her knees bent, and her legs open wide.
Arthur used his middle finger this time, stirring her arousal into something hotter, and working to drive her toward the edge. She increased her suction whenever he hit a pleasant spot, and he took his cues.
“I can’t take this anymore,” Arthur whispered. “Take it. Take it all the way.”
Lori pushed her head lower, driving her lips forward, but stopping as he pressed against the entrance to her throat. She teased him, knowing what he’d do and begging him to do it. He’d given her an order, and she’d disobeyed. Arthur couldn’t spank her here, since the tent didn’t block sound. He had but one option.
Arthur set his hand on the back of her head. She took a deep breath, and he pushed her head down as he rolled his hips, plunging into her tight, wet throat as she swallowed him. His finger entered her, spiking her pleasure as she pleasured him. She moved in a frenzy, shoving her face down harder than he did and bobbing at the base of his cock.
Arthur lifted her off him by her hair, confusing her. Did he not want to finish? Was this just another tease? But he answered her questions without words, moving her as he moved to his knees. He put her on her back, knelt between her legs, and shoved his length inside her with his hand over her mouth, reminding her they had to stay silent.
The need for stealth made it all the hotter. Arthur pumped his hips, thrusting into her with only the smallest withdrawal. She tried to meet him, but his rhythm was more constant, and his thrusts more forceful. Lori’s body broke at the same moment Arthur reached his limit. His dick twitched inside her as his release struck her inner walls, and she convulsed with her orgasm, clenching her hands around Arthur’s biceps and holding on for dear life.
They were both sweaty and panting, and Arthur sagged over her.
Lori chuckled as Arthur rolled over and reclined next to her, his dick still straight in the air. She stroked it, checking its rigidity and finding it softening. She pouted.
“Let it rest. It’ll be hard again by the time we’re finished applying the sunscreen,” Arthur said.
Lori chuckled. He was right. She plucked the sunscreen bottle from where he’d let it rest, and she rubbed it onto her hands as she began working it into his skin. She covered him from head to toe, minus his hair, and he returned the favor, touching up her back half and applying it to her front. He rubbed extra sunscreen into her breasts and put more on her butt than necessary, but she didn’t complain. She grinned through the entire process like an idiot.
“I love you,” Lori said as Arthur reclined once more.
“I love you, too,” Arthur said, patting the space beside him. “Care to join me for a nap?”
Lori shook her head. “Come on, let’s go for a swim. That’ll clean us up some. Then we can nap.”
Arthur chuckled. “Naked?”
“Let’s try it,” Lori said. “If we don’t like it, we put our suits back on. It’s not a sex thing, it’s a… like a free thing. It’ll be liberating.”
Arthur considered it. “Okay, but if I tell you to put your swimsuit on, you’ll do it?”
“Of course, Sir,” Lori said. “I’m yours to dress and play with however you want. You know that.”
Arthur chuckled. “You’re just trying to get me to stay in the tent.”
Lori winked. “Come on. Last one to the water has to buy the drinks.”
Arthur laughed, shaking his head, but he opened the cabana. Together, they walked to the water hand-in-hand.
Lori drew some attention from the guys, but it was fleeting as soon as they saw Arthur holding her hand. It was as if his dominance over her was an aura that the others instinctually felt, causing them to look away despite her curves and their lusty natures. They might sneak fleeting glances at her ass or tits, but with Arthur close to her, none of the young bucks leered at her when there were other women to peruse.
She wondered if that was a guy thing, or if it was because Arthur looked like he could kill them with the frisbee they tossed around. Either way, it didn’t matter. What bothered her were the looks the girls gave Arthur. They were far less polite, and Lori’s hand in his only seemed to draw more of their attention rather than less. They didn’t look away, but watched and appreciated his body coming and going. More than one leaned over to see his ass as he and Lori walked to the water.
They stepped into the lapping waves. It was refreshing and crystal blue, but still obscured everything beneath it. It was comfortable after the initial shock. They waded in until the water hid their bodies. Lori couldn’t tell that the people swimming were naked except for glimpses created by the waves.
Two of the girls from the beach followed them into the water, not directly, but after several seconds had passed. They approached Arthur, even though Lori was right there, swimming with him. She wasn’t hanging on him, but with him. Yet these bitches thought they had a chance.
“Hey, are you from Miami?” the blonde girl asked. “With a body like that, you have to be from a beach town, right?”
“Me?” Arthur asked, surprised they were talking to him. “No, sorry. I’m from Crofton. We’re here for spring break.”
“So are we!” the other girl, a brunette, said. “Well, we’re here for spring break, not from wherever you said. We go to U Penn.”
“U Penn?” Arthur asked.
“The University of Pennsylvania,” Blondie explained. “I’m a senior, but I start my Master’s in the fall.”
“Oh, uh, congrats,” Arthur said, shrugging. Bless him. Lori could tell that he was being friendly, but didn’t know why they were talking to him.
“I’m Georgia,” Blondie said. “This is Samantha.”
“Sam,” the brunette corrected her friend. “You can call me Sam.”
“Oh, okay. I’m Arthur, this gorgeous woman is my girlfriend, Lori.”
The girls acted as if he hadn’t just introduced her, acknowledging her with brief nods as Georgia stepped back enough to leave her breasts out of the water. Admittedly, she had an excellent set of tits. They weren’t as large as Lori’s, but they weren’t as heavy either. They sat perky and high on her chest, two perfect oblong mounds of tanned skin with no tan lines and tiny brown areolas.
Samantha had smaller breasts than Georgia, but was hotter despite the handicap. There was something about her figure that just reeked of feminine wiles with toned curves and an over-the-hip string tan line that drew everyone’s attention to her pale, naked crotch. Everyone’s attention but Arthur’s, especially once she’d waded deep enough to lose that advantage.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Lori said, chuckling. “Georgia is such a rare name these days. It reminds me of your dad.”
Arthur laughed, then explained the joke to the girls. “My dad’s name is George.”
“Oh,” Georgia said, offended. She gave Lori a mean look, then recovered as she turned toward Arthur and smiled widely, stretching her arms over her head. “Well, I’m sure I’m hotter than your dad.”
Arthur laughed. “Yeah, but so is everyone.”
The girls laughed as if he’d made a hilarious joke, and Lori glared at them from behind Arthur.
“Can we help you, girls?” Lori asked.
“Oh, we’re just trying to make new friends. We’re here to have fun this week, no thoughts, just vibes, you know? But Sam here doesn’t swim very well, and we thought we’d ask you to help us out since you look like a strong swimmer,” Georgia said. “Are you on your school’s swim team or something? I bet you work as a lifeguard.”
“Oh, no, I’m not on the swim team,” Arthur shook his head. “And I’ve never been a lifeguard.”
“Get out, with those shoulders?” Sam asked as she grabbed onto his left shoulder, acting as if she’d stumbled or needed his support to float while out this deep. She was shorter than Arthur, after all.
“Oh, uh, hi,” Arthur said, trying to move his head away from Sam. “Do you need us to move to shallower water to get your feet under you?”
“Sure,” Sam said. “Can you carry me back to shore?”
Georgia giggled. “Me next!”
“Let’s get back to the cabana,” Lori said, unable to hide the annoyance in her voice. “We forgot to put our sunscreen on.”
“Good idea,” Arthur said, looking at Lori. Even he wasn’t missing the come-ons now, and Lori’s signal about the sunscreen was loud and clear. “Excuse me, ladies. We should go do that.”
“Do you need any help with it?” Georgia asked, looking at Arthur. “I’m told I’ve got magic fingers.” She wiggled her fingers above the water.
“Wow,” Lori said, muttering under her breath.
“No, we’re good,” Arthur said. “Honest, I just, uh, can you let go of me? Please? You’re making me very uncomfortable hanging onto me like that.”
“Oh?” Sam asked, feigning innocence. “Am I causing you any… problems?” She pointed toward the water, to his crotch, as if he were complaining about an erection.
“No, I just think if anyone’s going to be hanging onto my shoulder or using me as a flotation device, it should be my girlfriend,” Arthur said.
“Oh, don’t be shy just because you’re here with someone. It’s Spring Break! We’re all just here to have fun,” Georgia said. “Do you two like fun? Do you want to have fun with us tonight? Maybe the three of us—sorry, four of us—could party?”
“No, thank you,” Arthur said, answering before Lori could.
“Aw,” Sam pouted. “Why not?”
“Because I asked you to get off me, and you haven’t yet,” Arthur said. “If you don’t soon, I’m going to throw you into deeper water, or my girlfriend might just rip you off of me and do something that’ll get us arrested.”
The girls turned to look at Lori, who glared as if trying to boil the water they were swimming in. They flinched and gave sheepish smiles, muttering to themselves as they swam away.
Arthur sagged, sighing and squatting in the water until only his head was visible in the gentle, rocking waves. “Can we go back to the cabana?”
“Yeah,” Lori said. “What the fuck was that about? I was right here!”
“I don’t know,” Arthur said. “Probably just a scam or something to get us alone and then rob us, maybe.”
Lori stared at him. “No, I don’t think so. I didn’t get that vibe. I think they were just two chicks here for adventure and thought you looked hot and safe.”
“There’s plenty of hot guys here,” Arthur argued.
“There’s plenty of frat boys here,” Lori countered. “You’re here with a girl. I give you credibility, even if they’re not concerned about me. Those bitches thought they were hotter than me and that you’d jump at the chance for a threesome with them over me.”
“Then I feel bad for them,” Arthur said.
“Bad for them?” Lori asked.
“Yeah,” Arthur said, grinning at her like an idiot. “It means they’ve never known love like the kind you and I have.”
Lori’s face blushed for her, and she splashed him as she dipped under water. When she rose, he was coughing and wiping his face.
“You’re corny. Anyone ever tell you that?” Lori asked.
“Yeah, my girlfriend complains about it sometimes, but she loves it,” Arthur said, chuckling.
“She loves you, Silly,” Lori said, swimming up to him. “I still think those girls are bitches for trying to lure you away from me. I don’t pity them.”
Arthur shrugged. “Maybe. But if they wanted to do something like that, that was the wrong way to go about it. If you want a threesome this week, please don’t ask either of them. They didn’t seem big on consent. And they didn’t seem like they were into you, or even each other, for that matter.”
Lori stroked his back. “Yeah. You can’t fuck someone named Georgia, anyway. Not without thinking about your dad.”
“Well, now I can’t,” Arthur said, laughing.
Lori laughed with him. “Exactly. I’ve ruined her for you. You’ll just have to find someone else to swing with.”
“Oh, gross, and that’s not what that is,” Arthur said.
“I know what it is,” Lori said, pushing some water in his direction with her hand. “Come on, let’s go take our nap.”
“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day,” Arthur said. He swam out diagonally and walked in a semicircle to avoid Georgia and Sam sunbathing on their towels again as they scoped the crowd.
Lori followed, drying off with fresh towels and reclining on the bed/sofa/thing in their cabana. She slipped her bottoms on but left her top off, enjoying the freedom. Besides, with their position behind the beach crowd, no one was looking at them. Everyone’s eyes were on the water.
Arthur put his trunks on and reclined, enjoying the shade of their cabana. He closed his eyes and folded his hands behind his head. Lori used the app, and Camila came by with more drinks whenever they needed them throughout the afternoon. It was lazy, but Lori loved every peaceful moment on the beach.
“So, what’s on the schedule for tonight?” Lori asked. “If we’re not partying with the bitches from U Penn?”
Arthur grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ve got something special planned.”
“Special?” Lori asked. She couldn’t help her curiosity.
“Don’t worry,” Arthur said. “Trust me. You’ll love it.”
“Yes, Sir.”