[This is a true story. Location and names changed to protect the horny]
It has been a good year sales wise and your company rewards their top performers with a nice trip. A handful of you are whisked down to the Seychelles for a nice long weekend.
The evening you arrive, you check into your room, lightly settle in, tired from the flight. The group wants to meet for dinner and pester you until you agree. Not your choice for company but atleast they are company. After dinner most decide to retire for the night. It was a long bumpy flight. Might as well start fresh in the morning.
You, on the otherhand, arent quite ready yet. Maybe a cocktail or two to loosen those flight nerves. You sit at the bar alone. A few other tourists are around. One dirty old man with his wife of assumed 60 years winks at you, but most dont really pay much attention. You are able to relax and enjoy the evening breeze. The tropical cool air blows through the material of your dress. The thin material teasing your skin giving you goose bumps.