© 2012 Sal De Klerk, All Rights Reserved
Authors Note:
This is a long story, containing 10 chapters a prologue and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other.
The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77!
Warning:
This story contains ffm, exhibitionism, anal sex, fellatio, and cunnilingus. If this is not your type of smut, please find another story.
As usual, Lars was sitting in his room, sulking about losing Aggie, when his phone rang. Looking at the screen Lars saw it was his father. "Hello."
"What the fuck happened at Club Orient?" came his father's booming voice.
What are you talking about Dad?' Lars asked. "I mean you know Aggie and I broke up while there. Other than that nothing out of the ordinary."
"Then why am I about to lose them as a client? Apparently, your girlfriend accused one of the richest men on the island, and the resort's best client of attacking her in a hot tub."
"When I came back from parasailing, I saw security escorting Muhunnad off the property. I figured he found someone to bet against him in darts . . ."
"Nope! Your ex accused him of sexually assaulting her, in front of witnesses. Instead of suing like a normal person, he's doing what the rich do. He's building a more luxurious resort less than a mile away. When it opens, it'll be nicer and cheaper until he runs Club Orient out of business. You need to fix this, and fix it now."
"I was just about to book my flight back home. I'll make sure I have a layover and take care of it."
"Good."
Aggie was sitting in Beatrice's living room, feeling depressed. Even being the bitchy plant in last night's initiation didn't cheer her up.
Despite all the changes and all the fun she had over the last year, she didn't have what she had with Lars. She had gone on a few dates, and even tried to go full lesbian, but she still loved Lars and wanted him, and only him. She couldn't help but imagine him going down under with various Sheilas who fell in lust with the handsome muscular American, wondering, not for the first time, if Aussie chicks found American accents as sexy as American women found Australian accents.
She sat there watching some stupid sitcom rerun as she had a good cry. As her first tears fell, Beatrice and Nat joined her on the couch. Wanting to show them how strong she had become she tried to stifle her sobs. Wordlessly Beatrice handed Aggie a piece of paper that had a flight number and destination on it. The flight originated in Melbourne Australia and ended at Club Orient. Aggie looked at Beatrice and Nat puzzled.
"One of our Sisters happens to teach at the University of Melbourne, where Lars is studying. She's been keeping tabs on him, and confirmed he's been living like a monk. No parties, no woman, just classes, and an occasional drink with the guys." Beatrice told her.
"The rumor mill is running rampant, but I think he's still pining for you. He's stopping at Club Orient before coming home. If we leave now, we can get to Beatrice's Jet and get there before he arrives. Then all you have to do is welcome him with open legs. Now, will you be the Aggie I love or the Agatha you used to be?"
Aggie jumped up and hugged the women, before heading to her room to pack. "Darling, it's a nudist resort. Do you really need clothes?" Beatrice asked reasonably.
Aggie stopped dead in her tracks. "I guess not," and hugged Beatrice and followed Nat out to her waiting car, where Shay, May, and Vee were waiting.
****
Lars was walking through the lobby after checking in. He was heading to the elevators, to drop off his stuff and arrange a meeting with the resort manager so he could find out what happened, and figure out how to fix it.
The last time he was here, he was with the first and only woman he loved. He had taken her virginity on their second day of college, and they had been a couple until the end of the summer after freshman year when he got drunk and did something stupid.
Now he was a year older and much wiser. As he strode through the lobby he saw a familiar figure sitting by the elevators. She was totally nude, not even wearing a piece of jewelry. He stopped dead in his tracks realizing who the naked female was. "Aggie!?" he said disbelievingly, trying to process the fact she was here, and she was naked. This was not the girl he remembered.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Hi, Lars," casually as if they had just seen each other yesterday. She stood up stretching her long lithe body that had filled out a bit, giving her a womanly figure. She posed as she stretched her muscles, letting him stare at her tanned toned flesh.
Lars could see that there was something different about Aggie, not just the physical changes, but her attitude, her demeanor. She was more confident, more outgoing. He really liked this new Aggie, especially liked the tattoo she had gotten.
"What are you doing here? You're naked?" he said in total shock.
"Well this is a clothing optional resort, isn't it? So I figured why bring clothes, it just means doing laundry when I get home."