Follow Carol instead

Carol left the registration area rolling her luggage behind her and fingering the necklace she had been given. Odd that guests were required to wear that at all times. The bracelet made sense - they explained that she could use it to get into her room and verify that the amenities were part of the package her company purchased. But wearing the necklace at all times seemed a bit redundant. She toyed with it, looking for a clasp, but it seemed to require a special tool to remove it - guess they take that wear it all times pretty seriously she thought to herself. Oh well as long as they got me the same package as Michael! That bastard better not have access to amenities I don't.

As she followed the bellhop to her room, she was kind of disgusted by how this girl had that way of striding that she knew drove men mad. Carol brushed past her into the room when they got there, retrieving her bags with a flippant thank you and an abrupt closing of the door in her face. She stewed for a bit that it seemed like every staff member she had seen so far was undeniably pretty and wondered what kind of resort they had sent her to. The type pigs like of course she scoffed to herself.

Refusing to let her chauvinistic bosses get her down, she looked through the amenities guide on the television, trying to figure out the maximum she could exploit from the package she had **** those jerks to give her. After plotting several ideas, she decided to catch a quick nap before heading to dinner.

She woke up in the middle of the strangest dream. The handsome man whom she had been kept catching herself sneaking glances at the whole flight down south had instead been in the seat immediately next to her and flirted with her the whole time. She kept trying to tell him she wasn't that kind of girl but he just took that as encouragement. She found herself starting to enjoy it and when he suggested that she meet him in the lavatory, she seriously considered it. He gave her a wink and headed towards the first class lavatory, she followed shortly afterwards. With their bodies pressed together in the confined space, he nuzzled her neck as he traced her curves, making her grateful she had chosen one of her snugger outfits. With a subtle gesture from him, she raised one leg, causing her shorts to slide up high enough to show most of her pale but shapely thigh. As he caressed her thigh and begun working the shorts up even higher, she raised his chin and they begun kissing with a passion that couldn't possibly be real. His hands moved to her waist and with a little encouragement, she lifted her shirt over her head. Although she was a bit embarrased about her practical bra, he still seemed pleased with how it displayed her C-cups. He worked his way down to her lovely cleavage with his lips and his hands grab every part of her ass they could. Just as he begun to work on pulling her shorts down, Carol woke up with a start.

As she got out of the bed, she tried to shake off the dream. She didn't usually have dreams like that -- the raw lust was so powerful... so disturbing..... so incredible.

"Stop it, Carol, get ahold of yourself!" she scolded her image in the mirror. But she found herself spending a bit more time getting ready to go out -- she wore her hair down, something she hadn't done since high school. As she admired how the thick shiny hair cascaded down her back, she couldn't help but wonder to herself why she didn't wear it like that more often.

"Because you are a woman in a man's world, that's why," she reminded her reflection. "But you aren't in that world now. Here you can have some fun."

She headed out for dinner in her khaki shorts that fit snugly and end just above the knee and a summery v-neck. She knew she couldn't compete with the twenty-something hotties that seem to be most of the staff, but she had always felt pretty good about how this outfit showed off her curves. Still, she thought to herself, maybe I should see if I can find something a little more low cut and something that shows a bit more leg.

"What is going on with you, girl?" Carol said out loud. As she looked around to make sure no one heard her involuntary outburt, she picked up her pace as if she could get out of range before someone noticed who was wandering the resort talking to themselves. She found the dining room she was looking for and asked for a table with a view. As she followed the hostess (beautiful of course) to her table, she tried to subtly check out the other guests. She saw that all of the women, both staff and guests, did indeed have necklaces and bracelets like her own with the red jewels. She thought maybe there would be different styles for different resort packages, but they seemed to all be the same. She pondered the mystery for a bit but then forgot about it as she studied the menu.

After she had made her selection and placed her order, she gazed out the window, trying to get a sense of the place. It really was a beautiful island and the ocean was calm and serene. She soaked it in for a bit as she munched on some bread and sipped some wine. She eventually turned her gaze to the island. She could see the tennis courts, thinking it a bit odd that no one seemed to be playing at the moment. Instead, several players were gathered together at the far end of the court. She tried to figure out what they were doing but they were too far away -- about all could tell is that their tennis clothes seemed awfully skimpy. She could see a couple of players on the golf course and some others strolling along the paths. She did a double take at one of the couples on a bench -- was that girl giving that man a blowjob? Carol snickered as she watched, shaking her head at the audacity of young people. When the girl pulled down her pants and sat on his cock, she gasped and looked around to see if anyone was going to catch them. She was appalled, but at the same time she couldn't stop looking. It just seemed like so much fun -- just doing whatever you want, wherever you want.

When her entree came, Carol **** herself to turn away from the couple and focus on her meal. She tried to see if anyone else had spotted the public display. She thought she saw a few people look in the right direction and make some comments that she couldn't make out, but then they returned to their meals and conversation. Determined to enjoy the fine food her company was paying for, she puts it out of her mind... mostly.