The Island
We stepped off the jet on the private runway. The island, just off the coast of Honduras was a tropical paradise. The very attractive female driver opened the door to the land cruiser and helps you in and I climb in the drivers side and we tear off down the gravel road leading away from the airstrip.
When we pull up to my bungalow your jaw is on the ground. Two stories sitting directly on the beach, infinity pool and jacuzzi, fire pits, bed swing… no expense has been spared. The other thing you notice is that all the servants are gorgeous women… bc why not?
You walk through and I ask what you would like to do first. You say you have no idea where to start so I suggest the pool. You remind me our luggage hasn’t arrived yet so we don’t have bathing suits. “Exactly” I reply
You grin that wicked little grin you have and then unzip your dress and let it fall to the floor. Nothing underneath.