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Scorching Hot Threesomes 2
(Darren G. Burton)

Fantasy Island





Jeff had already been married and divorced and he was only twenty-two. The very day his divorce papers had been finalized was the day he'd decided he needed a holiday, so he'd gone straight to his local travel agent to book a one week stay at a popular tropical island resort in the Pacific. After querying the agent, who had been there herself, he'd been informed that the resort was a favorite among young singles just looking to have a good time. That sounded like him so he'd locked it in.

The plane had touched down an hour ago. After clearing customs and collecting his luggage, Jeff had been taken by mini bus to a dock where a transfer vessel had ferried him from the mainland out to the island resort. He was now sitting on the comfortable bed in his small, but modern and tidy bungalow, nestled amid palm trees right near the beach.

It was an idyllic location, one that he hoped would rid his mind and body of the memories and tensions brought about by the recent divorce. Thankfully he and his ex hadn't had any children. Then it would have been ten times more complicated and emotional.

Jeff spent a while unpacking his bags and putting his clothes away in some drawers and a wardrobe. The bungalow was basically a large motel room with bed, TV, bar fridge, kitchenette, dining table and chairs all in the one room. The only other room was the bathroom. But, it was all he needed, and he didn't plan on spending much time in there anyway, other than to sleep.

When everything was packed away, he slipped into some board shorts, thongs, grabbed a beach towel, his room key and was out the door.

Over his left shoulder the sun was dropping. It was now quite late in the afternoon and it would be dark in a few hours. He walked through some palms trees and stepped onto the beach. There were no waves. The water was as flat as a lake and a crystal clear, turquoise colour. Exactly like the travel brochures depicted.

The resort he'd chosen didn't cater to families. It was aimed at the adult market, couples and singles alike. There were restaurants, cafes, gift shops, bars, several swimming pools, gym, sauna, tennis court and a night club. Plus facilities at the resort catered to every water-related activity imaginable.

Jeff dumped his towel on the sand and glanced around. A few people were out swimming, some still lazing on the sand. To the left, just before a bend in the beach, half a dozen guys and girls were engaged in a game of beach volleyball. Looked like fun, Jeff thought. Maybe he'd join in another time?

He strolled casually into the water, already feeling like he was unwinding, and luxuriated in the soft, refreshing feel of the tepid tropical water enveloping his body. He ducked beneath the surface and kicked out to sea. When he came back up he studied a series of islands that surrounded the one his resort was on. There were quite a few small ones out there and probably uninhabited. One larger one was like a green smudge further off in the distance.

Jeff back-stroked around for a bit and very nearly ran into a couple canoodling in the water.

"Sorry," he offered when he accidentally splashed them.

The pair barely noticed. Too busy tongue kissing.

After swimming around underwater again, Jeff broke the surface and stroked into shore. Before getting out, he lazed about in the shallows for fifteen minutes or so, feeling very relaxed. This trip was a good idea.

Once back on the beach he dried off with his towel and checked out a couple of chicks as they walked by in their bikinis.

"Mmm," he found himself humming. They were pretty cute, both with impressive chests. They heard his sound of approval and one of them glanced at him with a friendly smile. "I'm gonna have a good time here," he said quietly to himself and then headed back to his bungalow.