Chapter 3 - Saturday

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MANDY

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We spent the entire next day making love. We were supposed to spend it packing for our trip to Cancun, but the second Scott walked through the door and I could smell the pungent scent of sex on him, I jumped his bones. We made love until the sun came up then passed out for a few hours, woke up, and went right back at it.

You'd think that our love making would be filled with thoughts of Billy and Rene but it was seemingly the opposite. Billy was sweet. He had a charm that I enjoyed. The sex was great but I also enjoyed our post-coital shower where we just flirted, relaxed, and joked around while washing each other off. He was fun to be around in any capacity. But he wasn't Scott . Having sex with Billy had made me realize more than ever how much I appreciated Scott. Billy was a guy I would date. Scott was the guy I would marry - the guy I did marry.

On Sunday, I packed quicker than I'd ever packed before. I rifled through outfits, stuffing them into my suitcase.

"Come on, I need a fashion show," Scott hollered as I held my new bathing suits up to my body.

"We don't have time for that," I said, begrudgingly. "You'll have to wait until we get there."

Scott wasn't about to take no for an answer, though. He tackled me, wrestling me to the bed and stripping off my clothes through a series of kisses over my upper body.

"Nevermind, no need to put any clothes back on," he said hungrily as he pulled down his own pants. I gasped as he entered me, thrusting hard and deep. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, filling me with his hardness. I honestly couldn't count how many times I had cum in the past 36 hours but every time somehow felt fresh.

"I love you so much," Scott groaned as he tensed up. My body spasmed. We both moaned lightly as he emptied himself into me, my pussy pulsing and squeezing him, soliciting more of his hot seed into my womb.

I did eventually get packed and, miraculously, didn't even forget anything. We were almost late for our plane however as, once our bags were packed, I found myself with Scott's hard cock in my mouth. I was able to get him off right as our Uber arrived and I stalled the driver as Scott composed himself and grabbed our bags.

The flight was long and we were both so tired that we passed out for the entirety of it. Our hands cupped each others'. My head rested against his shoulder and in the blink of an eye we were descending. Soon the cabin filled with humid air and we stepped out into the warm night. The hotel was just a ten minute ride from the airport and we admired the sites and scenes before we pulled up to the resort.

"Wow," we both said in unison as the property came into view. Long, three-story condo buildings lined the street where on the other side was our resort. The main entrance and lobby was a large building with a stucco façade and many neon lights acting as signs for the various bar and restaurant inside. It seemed peaceful and beautiful and classy. Not a huge, expansive resort, but not so small that you feel cramped.

We had been so caught up in each other the past few days that we had almost forgot that we were going to a "topless with nude optional" resort. That is until we stepped into the lobby of the hotel and peered past the countless planters and couches, the grand piano where a man in a tuxedo played versions of Taylor Swift songs, and through the large open sliding glass door to the pool area. It was well past ten o'clock by that point so there weren't many people outside but there were a few sitting on lounge chairs or huddled in the hot tub.

One woman in particular was lying on a lounge chair making use of the flood light above her to read a book. She was beautiful. Long, slender legs folded over each other. The dim light illuminated her hair enough to make out the fiery red hue and I could just make out slender, cute facial features peaking above the brim of the book. But what I noticed most was a pair of pale, perky breasts. And I could notice them so well because they weren't covered by anything.

Suddenly a man strolled up next to the red-haired woman, water cascading over his tan skin, saturating his shaggy, brown hair and collecting in rivulets on the prominent fuzz of his chest which sparkled under the yellow flood light. The two exchanged some words and a laugh and then-

"It says here that you have the couples massage booked for Thursday morning." It was the concierge. His tone was stern and it snapped me back to the present. Unfortunately it didn't do the same for Scott who's eyes were still locked on the red-haired beauty at the poolside. I gave his shirt a tug and he stammered a bit before confirming the appointment with the concierge.

"You're rooms are on the first floor overlooking the pool area," the concierge said as he handed us our room keys and a small pamphlet full of information about the hotel. "1221."

We smiled and thanked him then quickly followed the signage toward our room.

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SCOTT

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The room was nice and clean. Not the biggest in floor area, but we didn't intend to spend much time in it anyway. A small kitchenette with a sink and microwave was the first thing we encountered followed by the bathroom and then the main room.

There was a big, king-sized bed, a loveseat, and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Across from the bed was a sliding glass door that led to a private area with a few chairs and a round table sectioned off by some flowered planters. This would be our home base for the next four days but, if I had anything to do with it, our home would be a bit closer to the ocean, as in the beach.

"This place looks fun," Mandy said. She jumped onto the bed. The soft mattress shook as she landed on her back. "On one hand, I'm pretty exhausted. On the other hand, I want to go exploring."

"I wouldn't mind doing some exploring," I said.

"You just want to check out that topless red head by the pool." I couldn't help but blush a bit, caught off-guard by Mandy's statement.

"I could be persuaded to stay here though..." I said, crawling up the bed on top of Mandy.

"Oh, so now I need to compete with every topless girl here," Mandy teased.

"No, it's not like that," I insisted. "You don't have to compete with anyone."

"I know what you mean. I was just joking around. I do think I want to go exploring though. There's still a lot open late and I'm kind of hungry."