Unplanned Vacation Ch. 04

As the guest and his escort closed the door behind them, Carly turned and used her free hand to shield her eyes from the glare of the lights at the front of the theatre. She looked directly at Eric in a way that made it obvious that she knew he'd been sitting there the whole time. She smiled, waved, and then shouted, "Hi, Eric. Sorry about the delay!" Holding a hand between her legs and with her skirt still bunched up high on her waist, she bounced up the steps between the several rows of seats and stopped briefly at the top row where Eric was seated, close to the wall on her left. Looking over at him, she declared, cheerfully, "Just give me a moment to go drain!" With that she walked briskly through the doors at the back of the theatre that led out into the concession area, which undoubtedly also included washrooms that she could use for draining purposes.

Eric waited patiently where he was and was grateful that the pressure in his pants began to ease somewhat, if he kept his mind oriented away from recalling the passionate scene that he had just viewed. After a few minutes, the door at the back of the theatre opened and Carly stepped through and, grinning broadly, she walked across the back of the theatre toward Eric's location. Now, she was still topless, but her skirt was back in place and the bounce in her step informed Eric that she had also replaced the panties that she had left at the front of the theatre with new ones. Once she arrived to Eric's right, she hopped into his lap at the edge of the row, dangling her legs off the side. She wrapped her arms around Eric's neck and hugged him tightly with her head pressed into his shoulder.

She said, "Mmmmm, that was soooo good. Did it look as good as it felt?"

"It looked unbelievable," Eric replied, with intense sincerity.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Carly agreed. She went on to say, "I'm so glad you're here! You and Sandra are going to have so much fun this week!"

"Speaking of this week," Eric said in an inquiring tone, "what is this place and why are we here? I , honestly, can't remember booking this trip; I was somehow guided here."

Carly explained Sandra and Eric's selection and the process by which they were led to the resort in much the same way as the explanation that Zoe was in the process of providing Sandra over in the Lobby. Like Sandra, Eric expressed concern about the cost of staying at the resort, and Carly assured him of the reasonable nightly cost, just as Zoe had done with Sandra. After processing these surprising new insights for several moments of silence, Eric decided that his curiosity was too great and he asked the following question: "Carly, does this resort mainly provide sexual rewards?"

Carly explained, "In this resort, you and Sandra can do almost anything you want, as long as you follow certain of the resort rules. If you choose, there doesn't need to be any sex at all. Neither of you will be required to do anything that you don't want to do or that you don't choose to do and you can leave the resort at any time. You can spend the week getting spa treatments, hiking, riding mountain bikes, relaxing by the pool, or watching reality TV, if you want. On the other hand, any staff member must perform any action that you command them to do. That includes...well...you know...anything. The guest that you saw asked me to join him in those activities and I had no choice except to agree, even though I was very glad to do it." With her arms still around his neck and her face gazing at him, only inches away, she said, "I'd fuck YOU, too, if you asked me to. Any members of the resort staff would agree to that type of request no matter when or where you asked them. You shouldn't feel shy about it, if that's what you want to do. Trust me, you'd be doing them a huge favor."

Eric's jaw dropped as Carly provided her explanation. He responded, sceptically, "Yeah?"

Carly nodded and mimicked, "Yeah!". She elaborated with, "Any of them would love it. You and Sandra are both very tasty. For example, I'd love to have sex with you right now, if you want to. Would you like to or does it bother you that I just had sex with that other guest? By the feel of your lap it sort of seems like you don't mind that much..." She shook her hips a lightly and relished the shift in the position of the hard rod pressing into her bottom.

Eric chuckled and said, "No, watching you with him most certainly did not make me want to have sex with you any less."

"Great! So, then you want to?!" Carly exclaimed.

Eric shook his head, laughing, "No, I'm married, remember?"

Carly chuckled and said, "Of course, I know that you're married. I was just wondering whether that would stop you from doing me with the hard cock that is pressing into my thighs right now."

"Sorry about that...," Eric apologized.

Carly reassured him, "No need to apologize, whatsoever, but I think it is a bit cruel of you to make me feel what you've got and then not fuck me with it."

"Except that you sat on my lap," Eric reminded her, laughing.

"Oh, yeah! I forgot. Silly me!" Carly said, pretending to punch her forehead with her fist. She went on to say, "It's just that I don't get as much chances as the other resort staff, since I'm the valet. I end up driving cars around or acting as a courier, most of the time. Anyway, it's really nice that you want to talk to Sandra before having sex with others. So, I suppose we'll just keep it to some oral, for now."

Eric shook his head and laughed. He clarified, "No, Carly, wait. Since I'm married, we can't do any intimate sex acts with each other."

"Are you sure, none? I mean, I am topless and sitting in your lap with my arms around your neck. We are pretty much having sex, already, when you think about it," Carly argued.

Eric pointed out, "I agree that we have pushed passed the lines of what I should be doing with another woman, but I'll remind you, again, that you were the one who sat in my lap, so I think that this has been perfectly innocent, up to now. Well, not perfectly, but we're still sort of within reason."

"Within reason? Are you sure?," Carly asked, as she wiggled her butt again.

"Yes, well, ok," Eric stammered, "you're right, this has crossed a boundary of sorts...".

Carly interrupted, "I know what you mean, though, this will be as dirty as we will get, for now. Who knows what happens later. A week can be enough time to change a lot of things. Many incredible things can happen in that amount of time."

"I'm sure you're right," Eric replied, smiling.

"Oh!", Carly exclaimed, "I left my bag down at the stage. It has the documents that I need to leave with you. It has a list of the resort's rules that you will need to agree to before you will be permitted to stay. Or, put another way, whether you can agree to them will determine whether you will exercise your option to leave."

Eric said, "Ok," as Carly stood up and bounced down the widely-spaced stairs at the right-hand side of the theatre. Just as she reached the last step, her feet flew forward out from under her and she landed awkwardly, feet and butt first, on the floor just in front of the stage. She cried out and the sharp sound echoed piercingly throughout the theatre. Eric jumped up immediately and ran down to where Carly had taken her tumble. He leaned over her, and found her wincing in pain.

She gasped, "I think I twisted my ankle."

Eric picked her up, supporting her back with his left arm and her knees with his right arm. He stepped over and placed her down at the end of the front row seat. She responded with, "Ow...I think I scraped myself on the edge of the stair." Eric looked over his shoulder and noticed a strip of metal on the stair for holding down the stairway's carpeting. He helped her roll over and couldn't see any injuries.

Eric informed Carly, "I don't see anything...".

Carly stated, with some urgency, "It feels like it's actually inside my ass...well, not "inside", but like in between."

Carly's skirt was covering her rear, so Eric lifted it up to her waist and discovered a long scrape on the inner curve of her left asscheek, just above the top of her thigh. Her wound was bleeding slightly. Eric reported, "Yes, you've got a scrape back here. Should I go get someone to help or...?"

"It's not that bad is it?" Carly asked, and then added, "There's some bandages and other supplies in my bag. Do you mind helping me?"

Without speaking, Eric ran over to the stage to retrieve the bag Carly had left there before her intercourse with the other guest. After bringing it back, he knelt down in front of Carly lying face down on the seat. Carly instructed, "There is a little bottle of peroxide and some cotton balls in there, can you find them?"

Eric found them quickly and put a small amount of peroxide on a piece of cotton. He lightly cleaned Carly's scrape, causing her to tense and whimper from the sting. The tension in her butt muscles distracted Eric, but he shook it off and congratulated himself for so deftly spreading peroxide in that area without making hand to rear contact. Carly interrupted his thoughts when she instructed, "Ok, there's also some healing cream in there, could you please rub a little on it?"

"Alright," Eric replied, while he hunted for the cream. Finding the proper tube, he put a little on his right index finger and realized that his careful efforts when applying the peroxide was fairly irrelevant now. He carefully rubbed along the four-inch-long scrape, noting that it was impossible to do it without pressing his knuckles against the inside of the other half of Carly's asscheeks or from bumping them up against the thong part of Carly's thong.

When Eric finished applying a layer of cream, Carly said, "Mmmm, your hands feel good, despite the pain. Thanks very much. Also, there are long bandages in there. Can you put one on me?"

Eric searched and found a rectangular bandage that was large enough to cover Carly's injury. He placed it gently over the scrape and rubbed it to make it stick. As he finished attaching the bandage, his mind became captured by the image of her tight little rear end, with the cheeks of her ass bulging around her g-string, such that the string disappeared at the center, above the patch that covered her pussy, then it emerged again above. Finally, it widened slightly and connected with a thin waistband. In the bright lights at the front of the theatre, the folds of Carly's pussy were almost completely visible through the dark transparent fabric of her panties. Eric felt light-headed and his cock was back to throbbing almost painfully. An image crept into his mind in which he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the inside curve at the middle of Carly's right thigh and her right asscheek. When he regained contact with reality a moment later, he found that his lips were pressed precisely where he had just imagined them to be. He jerked his head up and blurted, "Oh, no, I'm so sorry."

Carly laughed as she said, "Oh, don't be! I was just about to ask that you shift just a little smidge to the left and down a bit and to give it a little more tongue." Eric laughed, nervously. He averted his gaze toward the back of the theatre. He was afraid to fully process Carly's comments, just in case it led to him accidently waking up and finding himself with his tongue probing her even more invasively than he had just done with his lips. He felt himself sweating and his heart was pounding in time with his cock.

Carly disrupted his inner struggle when she said, "My ankle doesn't seem too bad, actually. I think I can take you over to your cottage now, if you take my arm and carry my bag for me. Also, could you pass my top and find where my panties ended up?"

"Of course," Eric replied, as he hopped up and found Carly's other pair of underwear and her top at the foot of the stage, close to where Carly's sex-making had taken place. When Eric returned, Carly sat up and he handed over her clothes. She clipped her bikini top back into place and placed her formerly stray panties into her bag. She looked up at Eric and grinned, "Thanks for your help, but thanks most of all for the kiss. However, as a staff member, I'm the one who is supposed to be kissing your ass, don't you know that?".

Eric smiled and nodded. He was a bit speechless from an eventful morning. As Eric picked up her bag, Carly wrapped her arm around Eric's and the pair walked casually up the stairs of the theatre, through the concessions and lobby area, and out into the street again. Carly led him to the left, along the continuation of the path that Eric had taken from the resort's mansion. Eric found himself on a densely tree-lined path once again. The two of them strolled along this way for about fifteen minutes, with Carly breaking the silence by talking about all of the fastest and most interesting vehicles she had driven in her role as the resort's valet. As they walked, they encountered a number of others going in the opposite direction, consisting of varying numbers of guests mixed with varying numbers of resort staff. Eric forced a pause in Carly's comments when he observed, "I notice there aren't any children at this resort."

Carly informed him, "No, this resort is adults only. Also, I've never met any guests younger than 30 or older than 45. I think that the youngest staff member is 20 and none of us are older than 25."

A few moments later, the pathway opened up to what looked like a regular suburban cul-de-sac of approximately eight sparkling new houses constructed in a 1950s architectural style. They were replica versions of the millions of middle-class homes in which the war-weary parents of middle-class baby boomers raised their children. Notably, however, the inner area that would normally be layered in concrete was covered with trees and bushes, grass, multi-coloured flower beds, and a decent-sized swimming pool with a hottub. The pathway continued along to the left and established a boundary and access point for several additional and presumably identical cul-de-sacs. Carly informed him, "Eric, the cottage for you and Sandra is in the third cul-de-sac off this way," as she pointed down the pathway.

As they continued along to the third cul-de-sac in the row, Carly chattered on about how nice the cottages were inside and how much larger they seemed on the inside. She explained that the owners of the resort had a real obsession with the 1950s, which Eric had already deduced from his own observations. At the third cul-de-sac, Carly guided him to the front of the second house from the path on the right-hand side and pointed. "That's where you'll be staying! I have to run along, now, but I hope you and Sandra have a fantastic week and remember to have sex with me before you leave, if you can. Don't forget!" She smirked and punctuated her reminder by pointing first to his crotch and then to hers and, then, she closed her eyes and performed a sort of cock-sucking pantomime in thin air, complete with loud "mmmm-mmmm" noises. Finally, she ended her little play and sternly looked at him, pointing.

She stated, authoritatively, "I mean it! I want that thing in me!" She sang, with a naughty grin, "I-promise-to-keep-it-WAR-ARM."

Eric chuckled, nervously, and said, "Thank-you and, also, I'll try my best!"

Carly threw her arms around his neck for one last hug. When she released him, Eric handed her bag over. She reached in and handed him a green cardboard file folder. She smiled and said, "Goodbye!" Then, Carly turned and walked quickly back the way they had come. Eric approached the front door of the cottage.