Chapter 4 - Isla
For the second time today, I'm waking up from an erotic dream. Or am I? Was it a dream? This handsome man, his fingers inside me, his thrusts, our voices getting louder... I don't have the time to dwell on it though, as I can feel a hand shaking my shoulder.
"Hey," the voice says gently. A girl.
I'm lying on my stomach and turning my head to the voice. I see a girl crouching next to me, a pretty face with big blue eyes and a short bob of blonde hair smiling at me.
"Hey," I answer sleepily.
"Sorry to wake you up," she says. "But you fell asleep under the sun. I went all the way to the edge of the beach and back and you were still sleeping... I just fear that you'll get sunburnt!"
"Oh," I say, "thanks, that's super nice of you." I sit down and realize I'm completely naked. The girl doesn't seem to mind. She's topless herself and only sports a very small purple side tie.
"No worries,"she says with a wave of her hand. "I'm Amber, by the way."
"Isla," I answer, wrapping myself in my sarong. "Do you know what time it is?"
She takes her phone out of her purse. "Nine-ish. Had breakfast already? Want to share a table?"
"Sure, I just need to swing by my bungalow to...er...change."
"Cool! I'll go grab a tshirt too, and I'll wait for you at the restaurant! My bungalow is close to the hotel facilities.". Her smile is wide and her spontaneity refreshing. She waves at me before sauntering towards the center of the island.
I watch her for a moment, a smile on my lips, and gather my stuff in my beach bag. I'm glad she decided to save me from the sun, as I had no idea how to approach people. This place looks promising and exciting but it's also completely new to me. Emma D. didn't give me any clue, she just told me that it was better if I just discovered everything by myself. I tend to agree, but I'm glad to have a friend here anyway.
After a quick wash, I put on my denim shorts and a white crop tee and start walking to the restaurant.
This place is absolutely amazing, I think, looking around me, taking in everything. As I arrived yesterday night I didn't get to have a good look at the place. The white sand beach seems wild and everlasting, peppered by palm trees that mark the edge of the resort. Each bungalow is spaced enough to have privacy. Not enough to not hear me coming this morning though, I blush. There seems to be seven bungalows on each side of the shared facilities. The walk takes a while but I don't mind, as it gives me the occasion to explore and get my bearings.
I arrive at the restaurant and a pretty hostess takes me to Amber's table after checking in my bungalow number.
"Girl, this breakfast is insane," she says as I sit down. "I'm sorry I didn't wait for you but have you seen those waffles?"
She gestures at a pile of waffles drowned in melted chocolate. I laugh and get myself some pancakes and maple syrup, a bowl of fruit salad and a hot mug of coffee.
"So," I ask. "Do you come here often?"
She snorts. "Oh god no, it's my first time here! My sister sponsored me. I was only able to actually join because I got some unexpected money from a good investment, thanks to her actually. She works in finance... Don't ask me exactly what though, I never really got it. You?"
"First time too," I answer, glad we're in the same boat. "My boss sponsored me and gifted me this week. She's some kind of long time patron, I guess?"
"Okay, I don't know what you do for a living, but I want to work for your boss?"
"She's intense but very kind," I say, "she had decided that my sex life sucked and she couldn't, I quote, "go on like this. This sexual sadness is making my plants die"."
We both laugh at that.
"Okay, details please? Why does your sex life sucks?" Amber asks.
I sigh. "Nothing major, just...bad hook-ups. Boring sex."
She nods. "Orgasms in your own hands only?"
"Exactly! I don't even remember the last time I had a..." I stop myself. Well, I guess this morning resets the meter.
"What?" Amber asks, raising an eyebrow.
We're interrupted by a gorgeous redhead carrying a bunch of plastic bracelets and a paperclip. Her long ponytail is swinging in her back, and her blue polo shirt is stretched by large, perky breasts. She takes a pen from the back pocket of her matching sport shorts.
"Morning ladies!" she greets, "Sorry to interrupt, my name is Mallory and I'm here to explain how those little things work." She jiggles the handful of bracelets. "Would you prefer me to come back later?"
Amber and I look at each other.
"No, that's fine," I say, after a nod from Amber. "Please take a seat!"
Mallory sits next to Amber, across from me, and orders a fruit cocktail from our waitress who's bringing us more coffee.
"Okay, as you both arrived late yesterday, we didn't want to bother you with the tour or the complete set of instructions. So, first there are very few rules but the ones that we apply are firm : no sex in the restaurant, its terrace or the ballroom, those are neutral places."
Amber and I both nod.
"Then there are those bracelets you can wear to set things clearly for others. Consent is mandatory and implied, except for those wearing the yellow bracelets. If it's your kink, wear it or look for them on others. Otherwise, it's a big no, alright?"
"Sure," I say, tying my hair up in a messy high bun. The hem of my crop top goes up and Amber looks at my breasts.
"Nice," she says approvingly, "I can't believe you can sport this top and these boobs without a bra."
Mallory takes her eyes up from her checking list and glances at my chest too. "Nice underboob." she says, smiling wide.
I blush, finishing my hairdo. "Thanks, girls," I say. "I like being bare under my shirts, but that's not something I can do often..."
"Please do it every day here," says Mallory. "If it makes you feel good, that means you're doing things right."
"Plus you're giving all of us something amazing to look at," winks Amber."I think those boys over there are gonna break their necks checking you out."
I glance at the table Amber is speaking about. Three boys, wearing sports gear, looking our way indeed. I smile at them and one of them winks at me, not trying to hide his eyes going from my eyes to my breasts.
"They're members of some ice hockey team," whispers Mallory. "If I was into boys, I'd find it quite hot."
Hot, they are. I give the blond one who winked at me a onceover.
"Their rooms are in the condos," she adds, "but I didn't tell you anything!"
Mallory then slides the pile of bracelets in the middle of the table. "Which brings us to the rest of these. Green means "just looking". Some people are here because they like to watch, and they like to be watched but nothing more."
"If you're into boys, wear blue. If you're into girls, wear red, If you're into both, wear purple. Easy peasy."
"Right, easy," nods Amber. "I'll take the purple one."
"Can I get all of them?" I ask. "And switch according to my mood?"
"You sure can!" Mallory says, giving her bracelet to Amber and scribbling on her paperclip, then pushing five coloured ones to me and writing it down too. She clicks her pen close with a satisfied smile and takes a sip of her fruit cocktail. "What do you guys have planned for today?"