Monday Morning on the Isle of Eros
When Steve was conducting his due diligence to find the right island for his sex resort concept, the tiny two acre island a tenth of a mile out into the bay caught his eye for special attention. He had his biology team survey what was essentially a large bare rock for any plant or animal species of special concern, right down to the mosses and lichen.
Finding only common species was a bonus, because he was able to aggressively reform the island during the off-season for mating of the dominant species, a local tern, with confidence that the few mating pairs would be able to find new digs on some of the 20 or so other similar micro-islands of this archipelago.
Working creatively with high explosives his landscape team essentially knocked the top five feet off the entire rock, increasing the workable surface area by an extra acre and reducing slopes to make beach creation possible. Importing a few thousand tons of top soils and sands created the basis for planting a full range of locally native vegetation interspersed with trails, gazebos, and other amenities to create what was essentially a large adult outdoor playground. Environmental purists would decry such an extensive alteration of naturally occurring habitat, but species diversity advocates would applaud the fact that his investment was providing food and shelter for many more plants and animals than the barren rock.
In addition to the trail amenities Steve built a small dock to be served by a 25-foot electric motored launch, similar to the kind navies use to use to ferry people between ships, with lots of brass bright work and teak benches (carefully varnished to protect exposed flesh from splinters) and covered with a red and white candy-striped awning. He also installed a number of palapas along the new beach front which looked back into the bay and the main resort, and a large staging cabana with a bar and limited kitchen facilities to provide guests with beverages and light snacks during their island romp, as well as restrooms with outdoor showers for refreshment after swimming or sex. The boat ran back and forth continuously during daylight hours from the main dock just below the diving pool.
As they strolled toward the dock through the pool area Larry and Laura noticed a small crowd dispersing from surrounding three people who were obviously recovering from orgasms. Laura admired the firm breasts of the blond woman sitting astride a man whose face she could not see. See noted with interest the pink and blue single armbands on the woman, identical to her own and wondered what it would be like to explore the joys of Sapphic sex with her. She noticed Larry looking at the two men and knew he was having similar thoughts. He too was wearing one pink and one blue armband, and they had agreed before boarding the plane that neither of them would return to the mainland as a same-sex virgin.
She was proud of Larry's willingness to explore, they had some great fun together with straight swinging, and she thought that her handsome man shouldn't have too much trouble finding a stud here. She looked him up and down once more in an appraising fashion. He was 50, 6-feet tall and still had a full head of brown wavy hair. True he was sporting a few extra pounds around the middle, but was in much better shape than many of the swinger men they had played with. She slipped her arm through his and gave it a fond squeeze.
They walked arm in arm, each lost in their own thoughts down to the dock where they saw the launch just leaving the island for its return trip. They took a seat on a shaded bench as the sun was beginning to really warm the day, sending dazzling reflections off the water of the cove. Laura stretched out on the bench and her husband drank in her well proportioned form, enticingly but barely covered by the tiny Wicked Weasel bikini she wore.
She had ordered four from Australia for this trip, and he looked forward to seeing her come out of the water in this white one, which would become fully transparent when wet. He knew she would not be in the suit long, and she confirmed this by sitting up and removing her top as another couple joined them at the dock.
The couple openly admired Laura's 36c breasts. The woman of the pair noticed the very professional job the stylist had done on Laura's highlights and how well the cut framed a very pretty face. For her own part, Laura arched a little as she noticed the attention and practically drooled at the sight of the other woman.
In her late 40s Laura guessed, but in great shape with what had to be 38d titties. The woman had obviously had them enlarged; as they had that not-quite-natural shape that Laura now realized actually enhanced their mouth watering allure. The woman was about her own height with blonde hair about as natural as her breasts. She was wearing a see-through beach cover up and bikini bottoms, a combination which Laura found even sexier than if the woman had been nude. What really set the woman apart was the dangling nipple jewelry she wore on those melon-like orbs. Laura knew she shouldn't let her imagine run away, but this was a sex resort and they were going to the kind of cornily named "Isle of Eros." Her head was spinning with sexy visions.
"Hi" said the blonde, "my name is Diane and this is my husband Jack." It took Larry and Laura about five seconds each to make the connection to the song, and Diane waited for the understanding in their eyes to flash to continue. "No, we're not named after the song, but it did play a part in our meeting and hooking up." Larry was very conscious of trying to keep his mouth closed and his eyes focused above Diane's neck as she spoke. Laura apparently felt no such compunctions as she drank in the gorgeous breasts of their new acquaintance who took a seat on the bench on the opposite side of the dock.
Jack watched with amusement as his skilled sexual predator of a wife worked on this couple. She had obviously reached a snap decision and he had learned to follow her gut reactions, especially in sexual situations.
