Dream Vacation Pt. 06

"I don't know what's better," I said as I coated Kiko's thighs with cream, "rubbing you myself, or watching Trina doing Akimi."

"I know what you mean," Kiko said with a smile. "I like watching them too... I hope you'll let us both make love to her tonight."

"Mmm… That would be nice," Trina agreed as she applied lotion to Akimi's breasts for what must have been the fourth time. "And my poor man must be in need of some rest by now. Maybe a little show would be preferable to participating? Not that I don't love to feel your cock inside me, lover."

I smiled, picturing the two pretty Asian girls kissing and sucking Trina's tits together. "Sounds like a great idea," I said. "I probably should have a restful night, especially since I've only got two days left and I don't want to get exhausted before the end."

Kiko turned to Akimi and drew her into a kiss, stirring my own needs once again. I found myself wanting to pull down my swimsuit and give Kiko's pretty pussy every inch of my manhood, fucking her while she kissed and loved her girlfriend, who could in turn be pleasured by Trina. No matter how much satisfaction I got, it seemed I wanted more, and I was ready for it. I actually felt like there was no need to "take it easy", and knew somehow that I would be ready for the next two days no matter how much hard action I got.

"I think Kiko and I are all set for some sun," Akimi said. "Let's get you two lathered up."

The lotion bottle changed hands, but the girls stayed on our laps as they squeezed out the thick white cream and began to apply it to our bodies. Trina closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage, sighing softly to show her pleasure at Akimi's touch. I followed suit and closed my eyes as well…

* * * * *

A wet touch on my lips. Soft hands caressing my chest. I opened my mouth slightly and felt a sweet, questing tongue slip inside.

"Lover…" whispered a voice in my ear.

I awoke, and saw Trina's lovely face before me. She sat on the floor next to my chair, stroking my hair and gently kissing my lips. She smiled as I awoke.

"Oh," I said, quickly regaining my sense of surroundings. "Er… how long was I out?"

"Only about an hour," Trina said. "Enough time for your women to thoroughly rub you all over. But do you need some more rest?"

"No, actually, I'm fine," I said, sitting up slightly. "I've been drifting off to sleep at odd times like that lately. But I guess I must have needed it; I'm feeling really refreshed. We must be underway by now?"

"Uh-huh," Trina smiled.

"So, where are the other girls?"

"Getting your new cabin ready," Trina said matter-of-factly.

She nodded her head to one side, and I followed the gesture with my eyes.

There, about twenty feet away at the bar, stood a tall redhead dressed in a vibrant green bikini and heels. She saw that I was awake and came over, crossing one leg over the other as she walked. She looked too good to be honestly believed; six feet tall, long and toned legs, curvy waist, large and natural breasts.

She was so gorgeous, it was hard to know where to look first. Her hair caught the eye right from moment one, especially in the brilliant Caribbean sun. But her breasts were so perfect, so large and full and classically shaped, they inevitably stole one's attention away. Then she came close and the emerald green of her eyes shone through, and in those eyes was a smile and a mischievous playfulness. Her lips smiled too, and she had painted them a bright red with a touch of copper to set off her hair, and then her red wavy locks demanded attention once again. By now she was close enough that I could truly appreciate the graceful length of her legs and her exquisite curves.

Julie was, in a phrase, very nearly the physical ideal of woman.

"Hi, Xavier," she said, her voice cheerful and friendly, to match the sparkle in her eyes.

My throat felt dry, but I managed to speak. "A pleasure to meet you, Julie," I replied. I took her hand and brought it to my lips, never looking away from those hypnotic eyes.

She sat on the edge of the deck chair next to mine and leaned a little closer to me. "When I heard about how much you wanted me on board, I was naturally flattered," she said. "I'm so glad I was able to come for you."

I caught the double entendre, and I liked it. I tried to think of what to say next and came up blank. There was something about this woman that made my mind empty and my blood run backwards; I couldn't think!

"Xavier? Are you all right?" Trina asked.

"I think he's feeling a little shy," Julia grinned.

"Julie, you are simply an impossibly beautiful woman," I said, the words tumbling out of me without thought. "Throughout this entire week I've had more sex that I would have thought survivable. I've made love to women the likes of which I've seen only on magazine covers, and fulfilled more fantasies than I ever dreamed possible. I've had the time of my life, discovered new confidence and stamina, and felt at least two dozen pairs of naked tits. On one occasion I had the intimate attentions of no less than four women simultaneously, each one of them lovely enough to be a lingerie model. All that having been done and said, your presence is making me stare like a schoolboy, babble like an idiot, and potentially drool like a lobotomy subject, and when I get home I swear I'm breaking ground on the new Church of Julie."

There was a three-second silence.

Then Julie and Trina both busted up laughing. I felt like a moron, but there was no malice in the way they laughed, and I even managed to chuckle along with them for a moment. At last we all calmed down, and Julie took my face in both her hands.

"Xavier, you are a sweet and adorable man," she said. "I've been propositioned hundred of times, if not thousands, and I thought I'd heard it all. But that was absolutely the most memorable come-on I've ever heard in my life."

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, and my heart jumped through my chest. After only a brief moment she pulled away, without having slipped me the tongue or touched me anywhere but my face, and somehow that made the kiss seem all the more genuine. I got the idea that she had been honestly flattered and touched by my inane remarks.

"Seriously, though," Julie said, "There's really no need to put me on such a pedestal. I'm just a woman, you know. I've got no problem acknowledging that I'm a damn fine woman, but don't think that I'm out of your league. I am all yours."

She emphasized her last point by pulling down the top of her bikini and showing me her naked breasts. I got a brief glimpse of her exquisitely large and pink nipples before she covered up again.

"Sneak preview," she said with a wink. "Tomorrow you get the feature presentation. Any fantasies you'd like to fulfill?"

I considered briefly. "You know, I've been doing the fantasy thing all week long," I said. "Tomorrow, I think I'd just like to spend some time in the company of two very lovely women, and do whatever comes naturally. There are times when you just don't need to supplement with imagination, because the reality's good enough."

"Then tomorrow, Trina and I will just be your girlfriends for the day," Julie smiled. "I'll be right here in the morning at, say, nine o'clock?"

"Nine o'clock it is," I agreed. I glanced toward the sun, and saw that it was later in the day than I'd expected. I knew from the schedule that the ship was to cruise through the night and that we would arrive at Echo Beach the next morning at around ten. That left the rest of the evening to whatever activities were to be found on deck, or a private party in my own cabin.

The other guests were out on the deck by now, and they obviously knew each other. They had their companions with them, of course. One was a blonde woman who I hadn't seen before, and she was very pretty with wide eyes and very sensuous lips. Her ample bosom and slim waist looked hot in her blue-and-white string bikini, but I couldn't help but feel that this was a woman who belonged in an elegant, low-cut evening gown instead. She had a deeply sultry, sensuous look about her.

The other girl was a near polar opposite in her demeanor. She was a smiling and cute brunette, slim and petite. With her smooth and delicate skin, hair in braids, and her choice of outfit (high-cutoff jean shorts and strategically ripped pink baby tee), she looked very young indeed. I would have thought her no more than sixteen if I hadn't known that she had to be older than that just to work at the resort. She was sitting across the lap of her guest, giggling lightly at his banter and looking at him with sweet and adoring eyes as if completely smitten. While I wasn't normally into a girl who looked half my age, she definitely stirred some latent high-school-crush feelings in me.

I mentally tallied up the women on the ship. Trina, Akimi and Kiko, Julie, Nikita (still serving drinks), and now these two newcomers, which came up to seven. For a brief moment, I thought about what it would take to have them all in my cabin for a night, but that was obviously impossible for two reasons. One, I didn't see the other guests giving up their companions; and two, the cost would surely be beyond my reach. Still, in a place where my usual fantasies came true at the drop of a hat, I had to dream bigger in order to keep my imagination ahead of the reality.

"So, what are your feelings about tonight?" Trina asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hm?"

"With Akimi and Kiko," she said. "Did you have a fantasy in mind with them, or did you want to just relax and see what the evening brings?"

"Well," I said, "I had originally planned to enjoy them on the island, but Mr. Takumora claimed them for that day, so I couldn't. I had this image in my head of the two of them making love in a tropical pool, flowers in their hair, the whole discovering-each-other-on-a-desert-island fantasy."

"Sounds fabulous," Trina grinned. "So, why not? Mr. Takumora's not here anymore."

"That's a good point," I said, nodding. "But it still leaves us with what to do tonight."

"Why don't we do what we were talking about before?" Trina asked. "We'll give you a bit of a breather, and the three of us will get it on while you watch. Give me a little time to prepare, and I can provide a few extra little surprises."

* * * * *

We had a light dinner that night, as the motion of the boat wasn't conducive to heavy meals. I still didn't feel any seasickness, but it was better not to tempt fate. Trina told Akimi and Kiko about my island fantasy and they agreed that it sounded wonderful. I was looking forward to it, but I wondered about the wisdom of having the same "extra girls" for two nights. I liked being able to sample, and found myself wishing once again that I could just have them all to myself, to enjoy when and how I wanted.

I met briefly with the other guests. Their names were Chuck and Roger, and I the story I had heard was correct - they were having a last fling before getting married. I was in no position to judge them, of course, but it seemed to me that their wives-to-be were getting a raw deal. Sure, I was actively cheating on my wife, but I had given her ten years' worth of monogamy first, trying everything I could to show her that she would be enough for me if she would just be a little enthusiastic about sex. I felt like I had come to this point as a last resort; these guys seemed to be jumping the gun a little, and it struck me as wrong to marry someone under the assumption that married sex would be unsatisfying. When Michelle and I had married, she had shown interest at the time; it had waned quickly, however, and I found myself living in lack of sin. The best way to put it was that I felt like Chuck and Roger hadn't really earned their sexcapade; they hadn't put in the years of frustrating celibacy that I had.

I suppose, however, that the real reason I didn't like them from moment one was that they were intruding on my fantasy. Having other men around made it harder for me to divorce myself from reality and enjoy the lust; it reminded me that there was a real world out there, where my real wife who I love very much was sitting in blissful ignorance, totally unaware that her husband was fucking a dozen other women.

These were terribly selfish feelings, of course, but it would have done me no good to deny them. It had begun to trouble me that I might end up taking those feelings home with me, and that I wouldn't be able to shake the mood of the life I'd been leading. I had begun to wonder if I would even want to go back to that life; not that I had the means to live the fantasy forever anyway.

Of course, in addition to meeting Chuck and Roger, I met their dates. Roger was with the blonde woman, the only blonde on the ship. She had exchanged her string bikini for a pair of spandex pants and a white halter top that showed some deep cleavage. She looked sultry and her eyes seemed to smoulder with lust.

Chuck's date was the young-looking brunette. She was still in her shorts and baby tee, though she had added a jean jacket as some proof against the night air. She smiled brightly as if she were selling cookies door-to-door rather than selling her body. I couldn't help but wonder what she would look like in the throes of orgasm, when the grin had been stripped away and her lips panted with lust instead.

For some reason, I didn't catch the name of either woman; I realized later that they didn't actually say anything without first looking at their guys and getting a nod of approval, and figured it was part of a little dominance game they were all playing. Not my thing, but also not my business.

I wanted them both, and I wanted Nikita, and Julie, and it bothered me that I couldn't have them all.

Dinner, as I said, went quickly, and before I was done my girls excused themselves. "We have to get things ready for you," Akimi explained. "We'll send someone when the time is right."

"I'll be waiting," I replied, and kissed each of them briefly before they scurried off.

* * * * *

I didn't wait long. Barely twenty minutes had passed before I felt a touch on my shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was Nikita.

"Your ladies are ready to entertain you," she said, giving me a wink.

"Thank you," I replied, and stood up from the deck chair. Nikita took me by the hand and led me over to the stairs that led up to the next deck, where the VIP cabin was. She paused just outside the door.

"You're going to have a great evening," she said knowingly.

'I'm sure I will," I replied. "Nikita, before the cruise is done, I would very much like to spend some truly quality time with you. Do you think you'll be available at all?"

"I'd like that very much," she said with a sweet smile. "Before you leave us, I'll make sure to make some time for us. Here… feel me."

She took my hands and placed them on her beautiful tits, letting me caress them gently through the thin fabric of her blouse. I felt her nipples grow hard under my fingers, and she shivered.

"Now, kiss me…" she whispered, and I bent down slightly to meet her panting lips. Her tongue slipped readily into my mouth and she pulled herself close to me, letting her large and pleasantly soft breasts press gently against me.

She pulled away slightly, and I felt a piece of cloth cover my eyes. I instinctively pulled away, but Nikita wouldn't allow it.

"They insisted, lover," she whispered as she tied the blindfold around my head. "Don't worry, you're going to love this. Just let me…"

I felt her lips again, and she finished applying the blindfold. Then, she took my hand from her breast and placed it on the handle to the door.

"Go on in," she said. "They will take you from here."

I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping gingerly inside.

My hands were found by other hands, soft and tender hands that pulled me gently forward. I stepped along silky-soft plush carpet, guided only by the unseen hands, until they stopped. I allowed myself to be turned slightly around, and then other hands began to undress me, unzipping my fly to lower my shorts, sliding my shirt from my back. A touch behind each knee indicated that I should bend each leg up to let my shorts and boxers slide off. In seconds, I was naked except for the blindfold, and then the hands touched me on the shoulders, pressing downwards.

I trusted that there would be something there and sat down, finding a deep and soft cushion to receive me. The hands that held my own lowered me carefully until I rested, slightly reclined on a blissfully comfortable chair that seemed nothing more than an enormous pillow.

Soft and sensuous music rose into the air, barely loud enough to be heard over the wind and the waves outside.

"Welcome, lover," whispered a voice in my ear.

"Welcome, lover," whispered the same voice in my other ear.

I shuddered, as I felt a rush similar to orgasm run through me. It was strange that a simple whispered phrase could be so loaded with excitement, when whispered twice from two different mouths. The idea, the very concept of two women sharing lust had the power to fire me up like nothing else, and I never seemed to get tired of it.

Of course, for this evening, there were three. I imagined that the two on either side were Akimi and Keiko, and I thought I sensed the presence of Trina in front of me. Then, I heard her voice.

"You must close your eyes," she said to me.

I did so, and felt the blindfold loosen. The cloth was pulled away, and I resisted the temptation to look right away. I waited for permission.

"Now… look at me…"

I opened my eyes. The room was darkened, except for a single spotlight. I lay facing a low bed, only a foot off the floor, and reclining there was a woman out of a fantasy. It was my Trina, though I had to look twice to be sure.

Her hair was the most obvious difference. Formerly brunette waves were now long cascades of platinum blonde that stretched all the way to her toes. Her eyes I noticed next, brilliant jewels that seemed to glow from within, green as emeralds and fierce with lust. Her lips were pearlescent and shone white like her hair.

Trina's body seemed to sparkle in the light, glittering as she moved. Her only adornments were two silver-sequined circles that covered her nipples, and her long hair sweeping around in front and covering her sex. She looked like nothing from this world, and she was barely three feet from me.

"I am here to fulfill your fantasies," she whispered. "See my body… the way I touch myself, and the way I feel the pleasure of that touch."

Trina's hand began to circle around and around her breast, the fingertips gliding over the smooth and glistening skin. Her eyelids grew heavy and her breathing came in soft sighs as she touched her breasts, and then her legs, and then moved her hand between them to open her naked lips and stroke the tiny bud between.

"That feels… so… good," she breathed, spreading her legs toward me so I could see her pussy and the way she touched herself. Behind her, I saw, was a huge wine-red pillow the same as the one that held me, and she leaned back against it so that her other hand could be free to stroke her breasts and around her silver-capped nipples. Her fingers dipped inside her pussy and she raised them to her lips to taste, licking them until they shone with wetness and then sliding them back inside her once again.

Her pace quickened, and she thrust into herself more and more forcefully, her sighs becoming moans, and then she arched her back high as she climaxed. I felt a nearly irresistible urge to throw myself across the room, take her in her throes of passion and fuck her deep to make her come again, but I stayed where I was. Partly, it was because I knew the show wasn't over yet, and partly because the pillow I reclined in was much too soft and deep to get out of easily without help. I was trapped there as surely as if I were tied down.