Paradise Isle Vanilla Pt 01

Paradise Isle, Vanilla Pt 01

(Loving couple, BE, Paradise Isle) A fun vacation.

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the '

Paradise Isle, The Beginning'

for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.

Callie looked at him and sighed. "Grant, my love, I'm not looking forward to another winter around here. Last year was terrible with all the cold and snow. Let's plan a long vacation trip to someplace warm. Two weeks away from the crappy weather will do us both a lot of good."

"Two weeks?"

"Yes, we both have the time accrued, might as well do it right."

He thought for a moment and then nodded. "I like that idea, a lot. How about the Caribbean? Laid-back, beaches, ocean and warmth, even in December."

She smiled. "Sounds great. I'll start looking."

"We can both look, and see who comes up with the perfect place."

They often took on challenges like that. It was one of their favorite games - picking restaurants, movies, concerts. They had been married for six years, and dating in college for a couple before that. And their marriage was a happy one, unlike so many of their friends.

The two of them were a team on most everything, but they enjoyed competing too.

After getting their STEM degrees, they'd settled down, built successful careers, bought a house and were living comfortable and happy lives. They were both convinced that life was perfect.

They spent a couple weeks searching for the perfect vacation spot, and then sat down to compare notes and decide upon the winner. Both of them wanted to win.

The resort he'd identified was on Jamaca, old school, on the beach, and close enough to Kingston to make all those restaurants and clubs available for good times. The reviews were good, and the price high but acceptable

Callie had passed over the traditional vacation spots for something a little more exciting. It was further South, so it would be warmer, and by design the place would be sexier.

She had discovered a resort complex called, appropriately enough, Paradise Isle, and was convinced it would be perfect. And when she showed him the web site, he couldn't disagree.

It sounded great, and the pornographic nature of the place was certainly intriguing.

"You heard about this place from Bimbo Beth?" he asked after reading through the information she'd assembled.

"Be nice. She's no bimbo. She's very smart," she scolded. "She just likes to flaunt her body. And all you guys drool over her. Including you." And she punched him on the arm, to emphasize her point.

"She shows off enough. And the male of the species can't help but look. It's in our genes." He replied with a laugh.

"Well, she's visited there a couple of times. And she loves the place."

"I'm not surprised, based on what you've shown me."

In response, she glared at him and stuck out her tongue.

"And I think it might be good for us to revitalize our sex lives," she added, hesitantly.

That got his attention. "Aren't you happy with our sex lives?" he asked concerned.

"I am. But I think we could do better."

"I'm sorry," he said, now deeply concerned. He hated the thought that his over wasn't satisfied with his performance in bed.

After much debate, in the end she was declared the winner - they'd vacation on Paradise Isle.

Of course, the facilities, the beauty and the unique sexual orientation of the place were the deciding factors. And his concern over his wife's unsettling comments on their dull sex lives convinced him they needed a place like that.

For the next couple weeks, they both spent their spare time studying Paradise Isle. Their web site was grand and extensive. It told an exciting story of beautiful location, elaborate facilities, and very happy guests.

They liked that there were no families with kids underfoot, nor were there legions of old folks, and that management made it clear that all socially acceptable sexual activities were welcome and encouraged. That excited them, although they'd never tried anything other than straight, vanilla sex.

They weren't into fetishes and kinks, but they were both embracing the idea of 'more sex'.

In the end, over dinner at their favorite restaurant, it was confirmed - they'd vacation on Paradise Isle.

"The place is indeed all about sex," he commented as they ate.

"Oh, I don't know. It provides all the activities, and the beauty of the other Caribbean resorts. And that's what we're looking for. The sex is just a bonus." She giggled and added, "that's what we both want, right?"

He nodded and laughed, then redirected the conversation. "Have you seen some of the packages they offer? The ones at the fetish resort, in particular? Absolutely bizarre."

She giggled. "We won't be staying at that place. We'll pick one of the two other resort complexes on the island, where more normal people stay."

"Even they look pretty erotic."

She giggled. "And there's nothing wrong with that, big boy." She leaned over and gave him a kiss, and rubbed his thigh. He chuckled and kissed her back.

"Well, when you put it that way, it might just be fun."

"Might be? Come on stud. We can swim, drink, and screw."

"And play tennis, golf and snorkel the reefs - and screw." He added, laughing.

"Good plan."

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During the next couple days, she made all the reservations. She won the selection process, so she got to seal the deal.

Callie was surprised by how much paperwork was involved. Many, many more forms were required for both the government's visa application and the resort's reservation information requirements, than any other country or hotel they'd ever visited.

The instructions did explain that Paradise was very particular about their guests, for everyone's safety, security and enjoyment, so she dutifully provided all the details requested.

Beth (the bimbo) had warned her about that. She had pointed out that the place was very particular, as well as expensive. They wanted only wealthy and attractive guests who would fit in with the places' sexual vibe.

Callie was surprised when the application also included a form that demanded physical measurements and photographs, and warned that the data and images must match reality, else the guest could be refused entry upon arrival. And no refunds!

That requirement really made her wonder. She and Grant were considered an attractive couple, at least their friends seemed to think that. And they kept in shape with sports, mostly running. That was one of the activities they enjoyed doing together.

But still, the demand seemed awfully intrusive.

And that's when she revisited the web site's FAQ section - she hadn't paid it much attention previously. There was even more information buried in there about the island, its laws, the resorts' offerings and the island's oversized clinic.

Amongst all the answers posted, it explained that the island, designed as a sexual playground for adults, was very strict about their clientele. Absolutely no one under eighteen. And apparently no one who by their standards wasn't attractive and in good shape. How un-PC, she thought.

She also reviewed the answers to a lot of other curious questions. And she found the responses fascinating.

Scanning through the ones about the clinic - it was more like a full-fledged hospital. The services offered were extensive, and mostly oriented toward physical and sexual enhancements.

There was also a series about a partner company called 'Chasti-Permalock', but after reading the first paragraph about their chastity devices, she didn't follow the link to their own web site. No interest in that fetish.

As she was finalizing all the details she scanned through the 'Personal Improvement' options. She ignored all of the physical packages, there were too many, and they were all too sexual, many too bizarrely fetishistic, even pornographic. She was intrigued by the sexual counselling option. The resort provided professional services, purely psychological, to help couples better enjoy themselves.

Curious and interested., she selected that service. Grany might not be thrilled, but it couldn't hurt, and deep down she did think they could do better in that aspect of their relationship.

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Month after month, as the fall and then winter weather became more and more miserable, they counted down the days to departure. They were both anxious, excited and filled with curiosity, hoping that the resort would deliver on all the fun and adventure they imagined.

When the frozen days of winter arrived, they grew seriously eager. More than ready for the warmth promised by the Caribbean Island.

At last, they boarded the plane for the long trip South.

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After the endless hours on two flights and several more hours on the ferry from a neighboring island, that had a small international airport, they arrived at Paradise.

And then they had to suffer through an extensive in-processing operation. Both of them found it difficult to put up with the formal bureaucracy. It was torture. All they wanted at that point was to get to their suite and relax on the beach.

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!

The staff was friendly enough and gentle, but strict as well. All of the couple's paperwork was reviewed, including the forms that described them physically, and only after it matched, were they allowed to move onto the next phase.

They did witness a couple who were pulled aside, protesting loudly, and then somewhat forcefully escorted back onto the ferry.

Apparently, their paperwork wasn't in order. Callie thought the man's beer belly was way overdone.

They were also required to turn in their cell phones, to be replaced by 'island phones'. Absolutely no cameras, and no outside connections were allowed - no cell service and no Internet. Callie was happy with that - Grant not so much.

They were prepared for that, the documentation had emphasized the need for security and privacy, but it was still difficult to hand over their addictive technology.

The last step was receiving their wrist bands. Everyone got one, they were required, and could only be removed at departure. They allowed all guests to be tracked, 'for their protection', and the color coding gave some hint as to the guests' planned activities while on the island.

Callie and Grant received the standard white bands - they were simply guests at one of the two regular resorts - nothing special.

Guests with black bands were headed to the fetish resort, while a whole range of other colors were apparently headed for some 'package' program. Those weren't for them - they were too vanilla for those kinks.

The bands were placed on everyone's left wrist. All the guests were also offered gold or silver bands for their right wrists. But Grant and Callie turned them down, without consideration. Apparently, they indicated the person's willingness to have sex with any other guest. Not something they were interested in.

During the last phase of their in-processing, they also met their concierge, Elena. She greeted them like they were old friends.

"Hello Callie and Grant, welcome to Paradise Isle. I'm so glad you could make it down here.

"Every guest is assigned a concierge, like me. We're here to make sure you have an enjoyable time. Don't hesitate to call me on your island phone any time, for anything. Something to make you more comfortable, something for fun, an appointment or reservation or recommendation - just call me."

That sounded good - the level of service they expected for all the money they were spending.

Finally, they were loaded into a small bus and driven to their resort, along with several other excited couples.

They were intrigued by one couple on the bus, who wore green bracelets, and no clothes.

Callie and Grant stared as the pair boarded the little bus and sat across from them. They were a good-looking pair, but they seemed out of place with everyone else fully dressed.

Grant, after checking out the woman, looked over and caught the guy's eye.

He held up his green wrist band and chuckled, only a little self-consciously. "We signed up for the nudist package. We'll spend our entire vacation naked."

His pretty wife, moaned. "He thought it would spice-up our vacation, this time. This is our second visit to the island," she explained.

"We had to turn in all our clothes back there at the dock. We'll get them back when we leave."

He paused to gauge their reactions, and chuckled when he saw their surprise.

"They'll enforce it. If they ever catch us covered, we'll immediately be escorted off the island. Forfeiting our fees.

"So, from now on we're exhibitionists," he finished with a laugh.

His wife didn't seem as enthusiastic as he did. Callie wondered if she was as dedicated a nudist as her man. But she had agreed to the package - everything on the island was always consensual, or so she had read.

"So, you've been here before?" Callie asked the woman, steering away from their arrangement. She couldn't imagine spending all their time naked, everywhere, with everyone, doing everything.

"Yes, and we loved it. The best vacation ever." She smiled for the first time. "We called it our 'surf and sex' vacation. That's why we're back."

Callie thought that was good to hear, and a great description. They were here for surf and sex, themselves.

As they rode the short distance from the docks to the resort, they could see that the place was indeed beautiful - the island, the resort and the other guests were all eye-catching.

The resort complex was a village in itself - a huge space, with everything looking clean, pretty and perfectly maintained.

At the main building, Elena took them in a golf cart, to the front door of their suite. There were dozens of similar buildings, each with five- cottage suites scattered around the grounds. And all of them faced inwards to a truly huge courtyard. In one of the FAQs, that area was called 'the playground'. The descriptor fit.

After being shown into their room, they hurriedly unpacked, slipped on their bathing suits and headed out to unwind and explore. Despite the long, tiring trip, they were anxious to see the place, and were thirsty and hungry, as well.

The happy pair wandered one of the pathways, there were seemingly kilometers of them, until they came to the huge meandering pool that was the centerpiece of the playground. Within its banks, were something like twenty islands of various sizes. Some hosted restaurants, others bars, and the remainder held landscaped lounging areas complete with greenery, palm trees and cozy cabanas for comfortable and semi-private lounging.

Cool!

Along the way to the pool, they had passed the resort's main building. It contained a couple restaurants, three bars, a huge store, and all the admin offices. Callie made a mental note to check out the store, according to the web site it was a small department store in its own right.

Finally, after island-hopping over a series of quaint bridges they left the central courtyard, passed through a few more cottage buildings and arrived at the boardwalk overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was absolutely beautiful. At one end was a pier stretching far out into the deeper water, where a collection of boats, large and small were tied up.

Along the boardwalk were another couple of bars, and a large 'shack' where beach gear could be borrowed.

"We're going to have so much fun here," Callie muttered, as she wrapped an arm around her man.

He leaned down and kissed her. "We sure are."

After enjoying the view for a while, and a couple more kisses, they turned to head back to the Chinese restaurant they'd spotted back in the playground.

Having seen the grounds and the facilities, as they walked along this time they focused more attention on the other guests.

Everyone they saw was either handsome or pretty, and their bodies were practically perfect and on display in their skimpy and tight swim suits.

They had noticed the informal dress code during their ride in, and felt comfortable enough wearing only their swim suits themselves. Callie wore a cute bikini and Grant was wearing patterned board shorts.

While they ate their meal, they spent more time admiring their surroundings, both the resort and the guests. Everything and everyone looked great!

After dinner and drinks, they just went back to their room. Where, exhausted form the excitement and the long trip, they simply crawled into bed in their cushy suite. For a while they performed a lazy review of their first impressions of the place and the people.

As expected, the resort was gorgeous. It matched all the pictures provided on the web site.

It was the people who were most fascinating.

Eventually they just drifted off to sleep. Sex would have to wait until tomorrow...

+++++++++++

They awoke to bright sunlight and the pleasant sounds of tropical birds outside the window. Grant pointed out that they could hear the crashing surf in the distance, and it took Callie only a couple seconds to confirm the sounds.

Having slept surprisingly well, despite the strange bed and the different time zone, they felt good, and ready for the first real day of their vacation in paradise.

Grant considered sex before breakfast but decided it could wait - they had plenty of time.

Dressing to go out was easy, just throw on their swim suits. They'd confirmed yesterday that swimwear was acceptable everywhere, at any time. And, that many of the women went topless. Full nudity was also in vogue, especially for people with green armbands, like the couple on the shuttle.

Callie enjoyed one of the side effects of all that visible skin. A lot of the men sported entertainingly sizable bulges, barely covered by their swim trunks. That included Grant. It was certainly entertaining, and erotically distracting.

They went out for a leisurely breakfast on one of the pool's islands and then wandered until they found an unoccupied little covered lounge where they settled in to relax and read. They'd each brought along a couple of paperbacks, and were soon lost in the stories. He preferred science fiction, while she preferred historical non-fiction.

Hours later, they decided lunch was required.

A short walk later Callie and Grant grabbed a table in one of the fun restaurants on one of the pool's islands.

"I'm not sure we fit in here," Grant said as they sat eating amongst the other guests.

"Oh? Why would you say that?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Well, I suppose we meet the standards for looks and wealth, but we're not as kinky as most of these people."

He glanced around focusing on one, then another, and finally another of the other diners. Each of them had some unique, and erotic body or decoration.

One woman had a big ring in her nose, and a slave collar around her neck. A leash ran from her throat to her man's hand. She looked totally comfortable with her status.

A guy sat forward in his chair, with his arms secured behind him in a single sleave restraint. His woman was feeding him like a child.

The third woman, at least she looked like a woman, was covered, head to toe in blue latex. Only her eyes and mouth were uncovered. Her body was clearly feminine, helped by a strict rubber corset that pulled in her waist, emphasizing her hips and breasts.