“Oh my god, ohmygod, ommygod, like, your here! giggle” the stacked blonde squealed as she bounced on the edge of the sofa before shooting up, wiggling her way over to me, and wrapping her arms around me in an enthusiastic hug.
The enthusiasm came mostly from her rubbing her tits against my chest by continuing to bounce up and down as she squealed and giggled.
If I wasn’t on The Island it would have been a weird way to great someone who she’d never met before, but here… well, it was one of the least weird ways.
I’d just come from “the dungeon” where a woman all clad in latex and dropped to her knees in front of me, holding out a riding crop in her hands, palms up, and asked if I would like a turn whipping her ass with it.
I gave the blonde’s ass a little slap that calmed her down a bit, “So, are we gonna fuck or do you want to dance a bit first?” I asked.
She giggled and bowed her head a little, “Like, I looooove dancing… showing off my body… jiggling my titties… twerking my ass… getting all the guys sooooo hard… if that’s totally alright with you of course?”
I nodded, “Sure, sounds good.” I replied and then sat down on the sofa and leaned back as she started to dance to music unheard to everyone but her.
Looking out through the half walls of the… gazebo?… sure we’ll call it that, across the way to the next one, I could see a redhead sitting waiting on the edge of her sofa for someone to come over. I’d counted eight gazebos in total that I could see as I walked into the garden area, each one housing a similarly drop dead gorgeous woman.
“So what should I call you?” I asked.
“Like, anything you want baby… lots of guys totally like to call me Barbie these days… giggle“
I smiled and nodded, “Well, I think I’m gonna call you Tits.”
Tits giggled and nodded, “Oh my gawd, like Tits loves it!”
By this time she’d managed to get her dress pulled down around her waist and was holding her tits together and shaking them.
“Well get over here then and get those tits into my face…”
She giggled and wiggled her way over, straddling my lap and pushing her tits right where I wanted them. I grabbed her ass and she bounced up and down a bit, all the while giggling and squealing like she was having the time of her life.
Walking out of the gazebo area I looked to my right, a path leading down to the beach had a sign on it, “Beach attire optional, but recommended.”
I smiled and remembered seeing a few women in tiny bikini’s wandering through the reception area when I’d checked in last night.
The path straight forward would bring me back to the main hotel area, the sign it had read “Reception – Custom requests taken at the concierge’s desk.”
Finally the path to the left went to several other buildings, “Clubs, Spa, Pool, Athletics, etc.”
I decided to head left and checkout the other areas. The Island was filled with docile, programmed, beauties that would entertain me for my entire vacation, it seemed prudent to check out the areas before I chose where to visit tomorrow as I had already scheduled Tits to visit my room tonight.
