When the cab pulled up to the luxurious resort, Aaron stretched and grab their bags, while his girlfriend, Angela, sighed and rubbed her neck. They were excited, but after their nightmare travel, they were exhausted. After being handed a tropical drink at the front door and a pair of green wristbands, a dude, named Chris, with a shockingly tight polo that read “Euphoria” was checking them in, and discussing hotel rules when Angela and Aaron did a double take.
Chris laughed. “Yes, we often get those reactions. Some people like to test our rules right away, some wait and watch, but everybody gets the hang of the free use regulations and open sexual environment.” Aaron asked, “do you get a lot of couples here with those rules?” “Oh yea, plenty of couples visit. Many are repeat guests!”
Chris helped Aaron bring their bags up to their room. In the elevator, Angela’s mind vacillated between the hotel’s rules and the image of Chris, tall, lean and blonde, and her Aaron, muscular, milk chocolate, carrying the bags, with both thoughts building a warm pressure inside her.