Hot and Cold

Martin gathered with the other guests in the hotel courtyard to hear about the new challenge game. As before, the prize was meaningless to him, but he could use something to keep him occupied.

He had developed a problem, from which he needed distraction.

Whether it was the food, the island sun, the collection of old crushes, the parade of bikini-clad women, or the newlyweds banging next-door, he couldn’t say, but he was unrelentingly horny.

Normally, one really good wank would leave him clearheaded and flaccid for hours. Last night, he ran through half a box of tissues and his dick was still ready for more. It wasn’t even sore the morning after, which was miraculous considering the beating he’d given it.

With a bit of luck, the new challenge would get his mind off sex for a while.

Tania stepped onto the small outdoor stage. “Hiiiii folks,” she sang into the microphone with the insipid cheer of someone who is professionally pleasant. “I hope you enjoyed the little scavenger hunt! We have a whole new game to play for the next few days.”

“We want to give you folks a chance to mix and mingle, make some connections with fellow guests, build some community here, and maybe even meet a new friend.” Tania put a hand on her heart and smiled placidly as though that were the sweetest notion she’d ever had.

“We’ll be playing an old-fashioned game of hot and cold. Every few hours we’ll randomly a pair you with a fellow guest. Your convenience band will display how close you are to each other. All you need to do is boop your bands together and you’ll both get a challenge point, and a few BP. You don’t need to spend any time together, but we do hope you’ll at least introduce yourselves.”

“Of course you can turn it off if you want a break, or you don’t want a stranger knocking on your door at three in the morning, but we do hope you’ll play while you’re out and about. It will be so much fun.”

She performed another placid smile for the audience. Then feigned surprise at some unheard sound. “Oh! what’s that? It’s time for the first pairing!”

A wave of faint pings washed over the assembled crowd from their convenience bands. Then milling began as everyone worked out where their match was via the vagaries of the guidance given by the convenience bands. Things like “getting warmer,” “cooling off,” and “toasty,” were displayed as they moved closer and farther from their pair.

There was no shortage of apologies as folks bumped into each other, paying more attention to the directions from their wristband than where they were going.

Martin found his first match within minutes: a man named Steve, along with his husband, Stephen. They joked about their names and chatted casually with him. They were sweet and friendly, giving him a few minutes of the distraction he desired from his overactive loins.

That distraction was brief, though, as the two made their excuses and left. Through the space they abandoned, he caught sight of a pair who had been occupying his mind during his private marathon the previous night.

Megan and Tabitha were looking for their matches together. Martin caught their faces through the crowd and waved them over before he saw what they were wearing.

Megan sporting what appeared to be a new swimsuit: a purple bikini whose bottoms were like the head of an arrow, leaving bare skin well below where hair should have started to show. The top was a half-cup push up, exaggerating her breasts and leaving a pleasing half moon of each exposed above.

Martin knew right away what would be haunting his dreams that night, though Tabitha managed to complicate matters more.

She was wearing a familiar blue bikini which had featured in his fantasies already. It was the one Megan had been wearing. Designed to flatter the figure of a long, lean women with modest assets, Tabitha was spilling out of it.

Her breasts were barely contained. Pressed up and pushed together, her tits were more out than in. Hints of escaping areola teased around the edge, and everything teetered a deep breath away from complete structural failure. The bottoms were similarly too small, pulling tight over her mound, and riding high over her hips.

Achievement Unlocked: Wear someone else’s swimsuit. +1 VP

“Megan, Tabitha,” Martin said, trying hard to look them in the eyes. “I was wondering if you’d both like to join me for dinner tonight.” He was impressed at his ability to sound like a sensible adult given the display before him.

He wasn’t sure how they’d feel about everything in the light of day. They’d parted ways with smiled and laughs, but morning and sobriety can come with regrets. He was testing the waters, whether he’d spoiled his relationship with Tabitha by courting her sister, and whether Megan might want to pick up where they’d left off.

A quick exchange of affirmative glances from the sisters later, Megan accepted the invitation. “We’d love to,” she said with a genuine smile. “Also, how do you like my new swimsuit, I’d like a man’s opinion. I’ve always wanted one like this, but never had the nerve.”

She spun and struck a pose which flaunted her long legs.

“It’s… well… you look spectacular,” Martin stuttered out. Despite being a writer, there was a moment as she twirled when he could see the thong diving between her cheeks that he forgot every word he knew.

“What about me,” asked Tabitha. “I’ve never had a bikini, but Megan let me borrow hers to try it out.” She bounced a little to draw Martin’s gaze to the mountains of breast before him.

She didn’t sound like she was flirting though. She sounded smug, like she knew something he didn’t. It was the way she sounded before revealing some exploit in a video game and dropping a boss in two hits. He couldn’t quite make sense of it.

With promises of a reunion that evening, the pair walked off to find engage in some vigorous lounging by the pool. As they left, he was treated to a phenomenal view of entirely opposite and equally perfect asses. One exquisitely firm and lean, the other satisfyingly plump and round.

“They’re going to be the **** of me,” Martin muttered to himself.

Across the courtyard, he caught sight of Val and briefly considered going to say hi. She was however, sitting with Aanya, sharing a rum bowl the size of her head… at ten in the morning.

He thought better of it.