The following is the first story in a trilogy sequel to my La Playa series. It is set in the year following the opening of the original resort, and now a team is working in French Polynesia to develop a second property. If you are interested in character development you may want to go back and read the original stories, but I hope you will also find that these stories can stand on their own.
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The sun woke Steve from an erotic dream. His hardon was poking the petite rump of Christie, the Civil Engineer on his team here in French Polynesia. Julie, his Advance Team Director and long time lover, was spooning his back with her arm draped across his torso to touch Christie. Behind her, Corky was snoring softly as he in turn spooned against Julie's firm ass. The four ended up in the huge bed together last night after their late night work session to review the initial site survey for the new La Playa Resort-Polynesia descended into the usual orgy. Corky, an Environmental Scientist, was detailing how they could fold trails and cabanas with outdoor beds into the 500 acre wildlife refuge next to the main lodge when Julie decided she had enough work and dropped to her knees in front of Christie. This was clearly the signal that work was over.
Steve gently lifted Julie's arm to slip off the huge bed. Daylight was creeping in through the wooden shutters of the sprawling one-story condo that looked down the hillside into the town of Papeete. Instead of going to the ensuite bathroom, Steve padded out through the common area of the four-bedroom bungalow toward the outdoor shower. He felt sticky with the salt air, and would welcome the cool shower. As he passed an open doorway of the second bedroom, he saw Maurice's hairy ass pounding someone - apparently one of the women in the group given the shape of the legs wrapped around his middle.
A feminine "Mon dieu!" rang out just below a shout as he moved on past the doorway, identifying the woman in question as Collette, the team's French designer. Anyone else sleeping in that room was likely now awake. Steve smiled at the thought of the "team building" going on as he stepped out onto the patio.
Mike and Jean were in the hydro pool swimming "laps". They had the water jets on, swimming against the current of the rectangular pool that was only about 20 feet long and 8 wide. Both were nude, doing the breaststroke, and Steve drank in the sight of two tight, tanned male asses surrounded by rippling muscles. Mike was 5'9" and about 180 very firm pounds. His role on the team was as the Land Planner. Jean was a French Polynesian mountain of a man, 6'2" and 200 pounds with a cock to match. Jean was gay, while Mike was a bi bottom who loved BDSM. Steve thought it wouldn't be too much of a hardship if he had to go gay as he watched the two men swim side by side, pacing each other to a great aerobic workout.
Steve turned on the outdoor shower and stepped under the spray, reaching for the soap. After wetting his hair he stepped out of the water and applied the liquid body wash to his frame and glancing back again at the two swimmers. He saw Mike signal "two" with his fingers to Jean, and after a couple of more strokes the two men rolled over into the backstroke. Now Steve was catching flashes of cock occasionally rising to the surface and he allowed his fingers to massage his breasts, tweaking and tickling his nipples as he continued to watch his two employees swim. His cock was above half-mast as his left hand applied soap to the shaft. He was a solidly confirmed bisexual horn dog. A switch who could top or bottom in any sexual situation. And he loved all sexual situations except those that included humiliation, real pain, or the messier aspects of water sports.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom Julie woke about the time Steve stepped into the shower. She extricated herself from Corky's embrace, and scooted over to spend a couple of minutes caressing Christie's hair and shoulders. She really dug Christie, who was one of those women who knew instinctively just how hard to bite Julie's clit during lovemaking. She also enjoyed the way she could engulf the smaller woman (Christie stood only 5' tall, and kept her body on a tight leash with a grueling work out regime) and breathe in her hair. Christie wore her hair short in the kind of boy cut both Steve and Julie loved.
Julie was Steve's second in command on this project, and was a high-ranking executive in the overall La Playa Corporation. She first met Steve about 10 years ago at a bisexual house party in San Antonio, Texas. They became good friends when Steve built a club for bisexual swingers in the Texas Hill Country that Julie joined with her lover. Julie went to work for Steve as the Activities Director of the original La Playa Resort & Spa in the Caribbean. She was promoted to her current position as a result of her outstanding performance in opening that property, which was now world famous and fabulously successful in just its first full year of operation.
Julie was also Steve's lover. She never met a man like Steve before, and they were true bisexual soul mates. There was the slightest hint of friction between herself and Steve's wife, Deanna, but that seemed to be dissipating over the past couple of years. To say Steve and Deanna had an unusual relationship was a gross understatement. They seemed like polar opposites, she a super athletic tomboy and he a nerdy policy consultant before he won the lottery and became a real estate mogul. But when they were together something seemed to go "click" and you couldn't imagine seeing one without the other. The fact that Deanna tolerated and even seemed to encourage her husband's bisexual swinging and love affair with Julie was testament to the strength of their love.
Kissing Christie lightly on the shoulder and glancing at the clock, Julie also got out of bed on a mission of morning ablution. Instead of going outside, she stepped into the ensuite bathroom to relieve herself, followed with a warm bidet rinse. Then she headed out of the suite to find coffee and her boss, already thinking about the full workday they had ahead and how she was going to wrangle this group of horny individualists Steve brought to Polynesia into keeping their hands off of each other.
The coffee that she had set up the night before to start at 7:00 AM was still brewing, and Julie turned her attention to the scene out on the veranda. She saw the splashes of the two men concentrating on their work outs, but what really caught her eye was the soapy lather all over Steve's torso, and especially on his crotch where he was now fucking his own hands - literally holding his two hands together in a tunnel and thrusting his hips to pump his cock in and out. A wave of lust swept over Julie, and she stepped quickly out and under the spray of the shower, forgetting completely about work.
Steve pulled Julie into a passionate kiss, and reached for the body wash to begin soaping her torso. They rubbed their soapy bodies all over one another, running hands into ass cracks and up in their hair, reveling in the slick contact and humping their genitals against each others thigh. This went on for a couple of minutes until Julie extricated herself and reached for the shower wand and hose assembly.
After making sure the temperature was right, cool but not cold as Steve had the main shower, she sexily and seductively rinsed herself, playing the small jets over her now protruding clit several times. She then turned the nozzle on Steve, starting with directing the spray to his nipples, which she knew were like on/off switches for sex to him. She rinsed him thoroughly, paying special attention to and teasing but his ass with the shower wand.
Replacing the wand on its hook, Julie now sank to her knees and began to suck Steve's cock while he stood under the shower spray. Steve cradled her face and cheeks in his hands as he watched his cock force Julie's cheek out and felt her tongue play along the bottom of his shaft. Looking up, Steve saw Mike complete his workout and begin to exit the pool, his big cock swinging and slapping his thighs. Steve's mouth began to water, but his attention was snapped back to the mouth on his genitals as Julie bit and stretched his ball sack while pumping his shaft with her hand.
