The best lies are those close to the truth. This time, the number of lies was pretty stacked.
My boss thought I was going on a cruise. My wife and family thought I was going to Abu Dhabi for work. My girlfriends thought I was just super busy at work. The only people who knew the truth were the concierge who helped me plan it all out, and the two ladies.
Who knows what stories they had spun. It didn’t matter. You have to follow your dreams.
I booked a villa, built on stilts, over crystal clear water. The private patio looked out over the ocean, big enough for a large family to spread out but there would be only 3 of us.
The 4 post California King bed lay in the middle of the open concept suite.
I got there a day early to make sure that everything was perfect. I hadn’t packed a lot. The straps, handcuffs, vibrators, blindfolds and butt plugs had been shipped. And those were just the things that I was bringing!
The two of them had met before and the pictures had broken the internet. They could walk into any bar and pick up any guy. I needed to bring my A game all week long.
The plan was simple. They were meeting up in Sri Lanka and flying over together. Swiss had all week but Lady Boss had just 4 days.
There were so few cars on the island that I decided to pick them up in a beach buggy. Their luggage would follow.
Standing in my white linen suit, the small turbo prop plane was still taxiing up when the door swung open. The blinding sun reflecting on the windows left me guessing in eager anticipation.
I recognized her foot before the rest of her emerged. A stupid Christmas grin spread across my face. I rushed up to offer a hand.
Fucking electricity. That first touch, skin to skin. Presence.
The unairconditioned turbo prop planed made things interesting. Bare foot, rolled sleeves and clingy yoga pants. And yet this was the most she would wear for the next week.
A whispered hey was the sum total of a year of longing for that moment, one I’d never imagined would actually happened. I mustered an ounce of courage – she lived in Europe after all. I kissed both of her cheeks.
Her skin was soft, melted in the sun.. Her fragrance much more a pheromone than I had anticipated. Awkwardly, I shifted to hide an inopportune semi erection.
Behind her stepped out another vision. Lady Boss was dressed for the heat. A. Bikini top and miniature linen pants. How the actual fuck did the pilot manage to concentrate with these two.
The porters busied themselves on the other side of the plane. The luggage was on its way before we’d even finished saying hello. So much gushing about how good it was to finally meet.
Photos can be erotic. But their voices, graceful athletic movements, casual milf outfits and right shade of slutty attitudes achieved an impossible eroticism.
As I walked them to the buggy, I wondered how we’d all sit. They solved the problem wordlessly. Both sat in the back bucket seats. I told them to hold on. The sea air whipped a little sand into its salty urgence. I played safe until we got to the beach and then opened it up. Whoops of delight tingled my ears. I’d hear those again and again….
The first case of bubbly filled half the fridge, as my internet dreams started to feel real.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d5wmo5/maldives_1_with_ummmhmmgrl_ushyswissmiss