To the mainland

As the yacht sailed over the gently rolling waves, the sun beat down from a mostly clear sky, with only a few small puffy white clouds dotted here and there. From the lush green of the scattered islands to the blue of the sky and the ocean, it was a true tropical paradise. The three couples and Stacy enjoyed the warmth of the sun and the sound of the waves slapping against the hull of the yacht as it cut through the crystal waters.

The one-piece swimsuit that Stacy wore exposed much less of her skin than the micro-bikini had, but it was still very tight and flattering on her nubile young body. After his experience with her last night, Richard Graves tried not to pay too much obvious attention to the young woman, but he couldn’t help but glance over and admire the way the tight fabric of the swimsuit hugged her toned ass, and the generous curves of her young breasts.

His eyes also drifted over to Helen Walker, who had her back to him as she lay on her side, gazing out across the waves. This gave him the perfect view of her broad ass, which looked simply amazing in the white thong bikini. She wore a semi-transparent floral sarong around her waist, but it did very little to hide the Y shaped strip of white material that sat between her broad, curved buttocks.

He still vividly remembered the close encounter he’d had with his best friend’s naked body the night before, while she was tossing and turning in her feverish delirium, and fervently hoped he’d get close to that glorious body again, before too long.

***

Moments after the Varko yacht sailed around the headland and disappeared from view, a line of black cars pulled up in front of the Varkos’ clifftop mansion and several dark figures climbed out of each vehicle and made their way into the house. Shortly after that, another vehicle pulled up in front of the beach house in the bay below. The dark figure of Zoltan got out of the car, accompanied by two other figures in dark robes. They approached the door, which Zoltan opened with a key, while looking along the beach in the direction that the yacht had sailed.

He gestured to the two other figures. “Hurry. We must have the hidden cameras installed and the mystic charms in place long before they return!” With that, the two figures hurried inside, and Zoltan followed, closing the door behind him.

***

The yacht spent an hour threading its way between several small islands before a larger one came into view, and soon it stretched across the horizon. Arman Varko told them they’d be arriving at the town soon. The women disappeared below decks to throw some clothing over their swimwear. Stacy put on a pair of shorts over her swimsuit and pair of sneakers on her feet. Helen put on a loose floral sun-dress, concealing the skimpy white bikini she still wore beneath. Amanda put on a pair of snug short-shorts, and a straw hat, but the red bikini top still left much of her luscious upper body exposed.

The yacht sailed into the harbor of the small town, where several small fishing boats and other vessels in various states of repair were anchored. This clearly wasn’t a major tourist town, thought Helen, but that would give it a certain charm. Maybe.

Sofia Varko looked over and seemed to read Helen’s mind. “It doesn’t look like much, but this town has a few nice places to eat and drink. There are a few good stores too which should serve our needs. Helen, why don’t I show you around while the boys go and have a drink. I think Amanda and Stacy would like to do some shopping together.”

Helen wasn’t too crazy about the idea of her daughter and Amanda Graves being alone unsupervised in a place like this, but before she could protest, Sofia linked arms with her and led her down the yacht’s gang-plank to the jetty.

She knew they all thought she was a stuffy old prude and she didn’t want to give them fuel for their scorn, so she grudgingly nodded.

Amanda beamed a smile and linked arms with Stacy. “Let’s go and see what sort of fun this little burg can offer us young gals, eh Stace?”

Stacy just smiled at her mother and traipsed down the gangplank with her ‘Aunt’ Amanda, the two of them giggling in a conspiratorial way that Helen didn’t like one bit!

Meanwhile, Arman Varko pointed towards the town, and turned to Kent and Richard. “Gentlemen, let’s leave the women to their shopping. We would only hinder them in any case. There is a pleasant bar where we can sit in the shade, have a few drinks and avoid the worst of the heat. Ladies, let’s all meet back here in four hours. Then we will sail back to the island.”

With that, the three groups went their separate ways. Helen looked back over her shoulder with an ominous feeling as they split up, and wondered what strange experiences their vacation would throw at them next…