*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story; if not, such is life. Comments are always appreciated.
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"Lisa, where's my diveskin?" Mike asked as he packed his bag for their dive trip to the Cayman Islands.
"I packed it in with my stuff," Lisa replied, as she struggled to close the suitcase, jam-packed with what she hoped would be enough for the week in Cayman Brac.
God, she thought, I can't wait to get the hell out of here and out of all these clothes and into a bikini and into the sun, just dive and relax and party, no phones, faxes, emergencies at work, just fun and games. And just what games we'll maybe play, thought Lisa. Hopefully Mike will have gotten some ideas from the Penthouse Letters magazines she had been leaving around for the past three months, ever since they had decided to take this trip to Cayman Brac with their best friends, John and Sue.
John and Sue, they had been best of friends for three years now, ever since they all met in the dive shop when they took their Open Water certification courses. Of course, Lisa thought John was just about the most handsome man she had ever met, except Mike. He was 6'2" tall, 180 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, in great shape from all of his Ironman training, a perfect match for Sue, 5'6", 120 pounds, full figured, blond hair, blue eyes, dedicated karate student. They looked like a couple from a magazine of perfect people.
Quite a contrast to Mike and herself. Mike was 6'1", 175 pounds, long dark hair, not an ounce of fat on him. She herself was 5'8", 130 pounds, red hair, green eyes, full firm breasts, hips always threatening to spread. The only exercise she got was from Mike when she could get him in the mood. She hoped he'd get in the mood and stay there once they got to Cayman Brac and he couldn't be distracted by the responsibilities of work or anything else, just her in her new, skimpy bikini.
She'd noticed Mike appraising Sue several times when they had managed to get away for a few days of diving in the past. Well, what the heck, she'd quite frankly appraised John herself on more than one occasion, wondering what it must be like for Sue to have a guy just as horny as she had told her he was most of the time. Well, maybe Mike will get some inspiration once we get there.
"Lisa, let's go," Mike interrupted her reverie, "We'll miss the plane. We've got to pick John and Sue up."
"I'm coming," she replied, giving her hair a last quick brush before grabbing her bag and hauling it down the hallway to the front door, which was being held open for her by an impatient Mike. He seemed sort of uptight at the moment, but she had plans for that as soon as they got on the plane. They loaded the bags into the trunk of the car and drove off down the street to pick up John and Sue, who only lived about ten minutes away.
"Mike," Lisa said, "aren't you glad to finally be getting out of there? I mean, no responsibility, no worrying about work. Isn't it about time? We haven't had a break, a real break for over a year, and we have John and Sue with us. We're going to have a great time."
"Yeah, you're probably right, but I won't relax until I'm on the plane with a beer in my hand, then I'll feel safe to start thinking about it," Mike replied.
They turned right onto Sunset Avenue and drove the half block down to John and Sue's.
"Well, there they are, standing on the sidewalk with their bags. You'd've thought they were as impatient as you to get the hell out of here," Mike observed. "Well, let's get them loaded and gab on the way to the airport."
"Hi, guys. Let's get a move on. We're late as usual," Mike said, grinning at John and giving Sue a look over.
Man, she really looks good today, he thought. Those short shorts and that tight halter top really make her look hot. I wish Lisa would dress like that sometimes, she'd look great. But she's pretty shy, always wearing more conservative outfits that tended to cover up more than enough, like she was afraid of people seeing what she was really like. Well, maybe this trip will help. And besides, he'd noticed a few Penthouse Letters magazines around the house lately. He couldn't believe it at first that Lisa would even read one, let alone leave it so that he could find it. I wonder what she thinks of the things she's reading in them. I mean, the one that he'd seen last had a whole section about swapping and orgies. I'm sure she wouldn't be turned on by something like that. After all, it seemed like it was getting less and less frequent that they were fucking any more, and even then there wasn't much imagination to it. Hell, he hadn't had a blowjob in months, just get it up, stick it in, fuck like crazy for a few minutes and then cum. Nothing special.
Now, John and Sue, John says they fuck three, four, sometimes five times a day. God damn, that's the way it should be. I mean, look at Sue, what a fuckin' knockout. She's got great breasts, nice slim ass, and a mouth just meant for sucking. He'd sure imagined that scenario more than once in the last three years. And John says that she's not the least bit possessive or jealous, just insists that everything be out in the open and that she gets to play, too. John says they've had some outrageous times and that things keep on getting better and better. I've seen him giving Lisa the eye before. I wonder if he thinks she looks as good as I think Sue does. I mean, Lisa's a real knockout, too, great breasts, just enough ass, that unbelievable red hair, legs that don't quit. It's just that she doesn't seem too interested in sex lately.
"Hey, Mike, you going to get going or stare at us all day," John asked. "We're going to miss the plane if you don't step on it. Once we get to the Brac, you can stare at anything you want to for a whole week. Right now, let's go."
So they got into the car and drove on to the airport, Lisa and Sue talking in the back about sun and fun, while Mike and John talked about what dives they had heard to do. The fifteen minutes to the airport seemed to go by quickly and then they were there. They got a porter to take their bags and proceeded to the check-in desk where they checked their bags and got their seat assignments. Boarding would start in about ten minutes.
"Lisa, aren't you just so excited?" Sue asked. "I just can't wait to get there and get into a bathing suit and into the water, nothing but diving and relaxing and fucking our brains out for a week. What a blast. What about you and Mike, got any hot plans?"
"I hope so," Lisa replied. "He's sure been distracted lately. It's like he hardly knows I'm there sometimes. If I'm lucky he'll roll me over and jump up and down for a few minutes once in a while, but even then it's like he's not there. I just don't know what to do."
"Well, when we get there and he sees you in that new bikini you've got, look out, he'll be all over you like a bee on honey," Sue replied. "Hell, I'll probably have to knock John over the head to get him to keep his hands off of you. He's got more horniness than anybody I know, maybe even me. But maybe I'll show him a thing or two this trip. I've been reading some magazines and have gotten some really horny ideas from them."
"What magazines?" Lisa asked.
"You know, like Penthouse and stuff," Sue replied.
"That's funny," Lisa said, "because I've read Penthouse Letters magazines the last few months. They have some pretty wild letters from people in them, if they're really from people, not just someone making them up."
"Well," Sue mused, "we've done some of the things I've read about in those letters, too, and before I ever read about them. I imagine there are people that do just about anything you can think of. Sometimes I get real horny thinking about what it would be like to try some of the things I've read. Do you ever wonder for yourself?"
"Oh, some of the things," Lisa said.
