The full company.

By the time Laura and Meg got back to the resort and changed, they were a fraction late for cocktail hour. Diane and Rachel were already there talking with Lana, a round of fruity drinks in front of them.

“Sorry we’re late,” Meg apologised to the three women as she and Laura came sweeping in.

“Not to worry, we’ve only just started. So how was it?” Lana asked.

Meg had gone to give Diane and Rachel a hug and a kiss hello leaving Laura to answer Lana’s questions.

“Meg orgasmed from riding the jet skis,” Laura informed them all boldly.

“What!”

“You didn’t!”

“How come?”

A chorus erupted at the table before breaking out into well-natured laughter as Meg turned beet red at Laura spilling her secret so quickly.

“You guys!” Meg huffed as she took a vacant chair at the table to sit down.

Laura took her turn to greet the two recently arrived friends before taking her place amongst them as well. “Go on! Tell them all how you squealed in my ear.”

There was again more laughing at Meg’s expense.

“If you all must know. Jim and I don’t make love as much as we used to. I’ve been feeling pent up. He’s not as young as he used to be and all the weed he smokes doesn’t help.” Meg’s partner Jim owned a bunch of dispensaries and was going very well for himself since the **** had become legal.

“Aww, sweetie. This trip will be just what you need. You’ll get plenty of action to make up for it,” Lana said reaching out to squeeze her friend’s hand in support.

Of the two newcomers, Diane was in her early forties just like the rest of them. English born, she had straight shoulder-length chestnut-coloured hair with a thin pair of rounded glasses on her face. She wore a white business-style shirt, cinched at the waist by a braided leather belt, and a black two-piece bikini. She was only one of the five to not be naked from the waist down.

Rachel, who could pass for being ten years younger, was of Polynesian descent and every bit the picture of a beautiful island girl. She had long wavey dark that she kept tucked back behind her ears and out of her face with a circlet of flowers. She had deeply tanned skin, pinched eyes and a petite flat nose. More than comfortable with nudity, she had a gayly coloured silk scarf that wrapped once around her neck before running down to cover her slender breast and then tied up behind her back.

Meg sort to take the attention away from herself cumming with Laura earlier by switching the focus onto someone else. “Can I just say, what is with your bikini Diane?”

Laura who had noticed it too, chimed in, “yeah why aren’t you nude like the rest of us? You know the resort's policy.”

“Girls. It’s really only ever been optional for guests,” Diane said before telling them the real reasons. “I’m just a bit self-conscious about my pussy. My lips droop down like some tired only bloodhound’s face.”

There was a chuckle all around at Laura’s characterisation of her snatch.

“Well let’s see and we can give you are options,” Rachel suggested.

The combined effect of four rounds of peer pressure won out and Diane reluctantly stood up and started to remove her bikini bottoms. “I’ve been thinking about having labiaplasty done,” Diane told them once she was bottomless like the rest.

A small thatch of brown pubic hair like an upside-down trapezoid covered Rachel’s bikini region but she still went to the trouble of shaving her pussy lips. Those lips did protrude slightly, but nowhere near a length that would be considered unusual. It was simply Diane being overly self-conscious about her body.

All four women told Diane that there was nothing wrong with her pussy and she should be proud of her body.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about Diane,” Lana comforted her. “We all begin to droop as we get older. Take my tits for example.”

“Thank you all. You’re very kind but you’re my friends and I know you would all give me support regardless,” Diane still disagreed.

“Well, why don’t we ask someone else,” Lana shrugged. “Excuse me, you there.”

Lana called out to get the attention of one of the resort’s waiters' that had brought over a pair of drinks for Laura and Meg at the time. Like the boy out by the pool earlier, he was sharply dressed in a shirt, waistcoat and no pants. “Yes ma’am. How may I assist you?”

“What do you think of our friend’s pussy?” Lana asked him outright.

The young man looked alarmed but his eye quickly moved between Diane’s legs and onto her fanny. His cock that had been flaccid when he walked over began to swell. “It’s… ahh… very lovely ma’am.”

There were some sniggers around the table as the girl caught the uptick in the waiter’s crotch.

“What about her lips? Do they look too big to you?” Lana continued her interrogation of the worker.

“They look delicious to me,” the waiter confessed. His cock throbbing and pulsing from his ordered examination of Diana’s pussy.

As he hurried away, the four women plus Diane all laughed. The matter seemed to have been settled. Diane appeared much happier than she'd been previously as she took a healthy celebratory swig of her drink through the straw.

Quietly, Lana said to Diane, “just give him your room number and get him to have a deeper look later.”

Meg had heard what Lana said and joined this new facet of the conversation. “And this is something we’re all doing while we’re here?” She’d spoken to Laura earlier about being somewhat unfaithful to their partners earlier but didn’t know about the rest of the group.

What is the groups opinion?