Delta Airlines Flight 821 touched down at Cancun International Airport at 11:10AM. The passengers disembarked and, after retrieving their luggage and clearing customs, filed into the main hall. Most passengers were here on holiday, staying at one of the city's many resorts. Among them were Alex and Aria White, who were here celebrating their ten year anniversary.
"I think that's our driver," Alex said, pointing to a man in a chauffeur uniform, who was holding a placard with their names on it.
Alex and Aria followed the driver to a waiting BMW. The driver opened their doors, then placed their luggage in the trunk. Alex and Aria fastened their seat belts and were soon on their way to The Vine all-inclusive resort. The drive took fifteen minutes. Upon arrival the driver opened their doors and retrieved their luggage from the trunk. Alex thanked the driver, and they headed for the check-in desk.
Ten minutes later they arrived in their room. They had booked an Ocean View Master Suite, which was on the top floor of their building. Aria gasped when they entered. The main room was very spacious. On the left side was a couch, a small table for entertaining, and two chairs around the small table. On the right was a dining table with four chairs. Beyond the main room were large glass windows and a million-dollar view of the Caribbean. Sliding glass doors led to a balcony.
"Alex, this place is amazing!" Aria said.
"Happy anniversary, baby," Alex smiled. "How about we get dressed and go down to the pool?"
"Sounds perfect," Aria said.
They walked to the bedroom, where a four-poster king-size bed awaited them. Alex put their suitcases on the bed and opened them. Aria pulled out her swimsuit, a sexy teal one-piece that laced up the front. The suit complimented her curves and D-cup breasts perfectly. Aria was a beautiful woman, standing 5'7", with shoulder-length dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a killer curvy body. Her husband, Alex, stood at 5'10". He had blond hair, piercing ice-blue eyes, and muscular body. They were in their early thirties; he was 33, she was 30.
"Ready?" Alex asked as he slipped his pineapple print swim trunks on.
"Yep," Aria said, slipping on her sheer lacy black cover-up.
They slipped on their sandals and headed down for the pool. The elevator stopped on the the fourth floor. The door opened and another couple got on. They looked young, maybe early to mid-twenties. The woman stood 5'4", had auburn hair and hazel eyes. Like Aria, she was curvy and busty. The man was about Aria's height, maybe a little taller. He had red hair and from what Alex and Aria could see, a muscular build. The man wore red trunks and a white polo; the woman wore a sheer white halter cover-up, under which Aria could make out a yellow bikini. Aria noticed how the bikini complimented the woman's breasts, also D-cups by the look of them.
"Hi," Aria said.
"Hi," the woman said.
"I love your cover-up."
"Thanks," the young lady replied. "I really like yours. Where'd you get it?"
"Online, through Torrid," Aria said.
"Ooh, I love their stuff. That's where I got my cover-up. I'm Ella, by the way."
"I'm Aria. This is my husband Alex," Aria said, pointing to her husband.
"This is my husband Brad," Ella said.
Everyone shook hands.
"Headed to the pool?" Aria asked.
"Yep," Ella said. "Time to get some sun and swim."
"For sure," Aria said.
The elevator chimed, and the door slid open. They two couples walked out to the large swimming pool at the side of the building. They found four chairs together, which was surprisingly easy. Most of the resort's occupants had opted for the beach, just mere steps away. The two ladies sat in the middle, with their husbands on either side.
"So where are you guys from?" Brad asked.
"Ohio," Aria answered.
