they manage to dress without fucking (somehow)

"I'm going with the green," said Jake. "It's your favorite."

"You're so sweet!" replied Abbie.

They each managed to change into their swimsuits without giving into their libidos. "It's a long weekend," said Jake. "If we never stop fucking, we'll never get to do anything else."

Abbie laughed, but she was torn. 'Never stop fucking' sounded appealing ... but it wasn't like she was going to run out of opportunity with Jake. And even non-stop sex machines enjoy a swim now and then.

Abbie grabbed a small bag she had prepared for the pool -- sunglasses, lotion, oil, a book. Along with her green bikini, she wore a sun hat, a shawl, and flip flops. Jake had a knee-length blue suit, white t-shirt, and flip flops of his own.

They walked down the hallway to the elevator, took it down to the lobby, and head through the lower hotel to the pool.

They stepped out onto the pool deck and took in the expanse of everything. There was a giant pool, of course, but there were also two hot tubs to one side, a smaller wading pool (oh god, did children come to this hotel?), and a sort of crafted lagoon that connected to the main pool through a tunnel.

Abbie was all smiles as they emerged from the lobby. This was a dream come true! She began looking around for a good spot to lay out.