Arriving at the resort

Departing the plane was an ordeal for Michael. The pulsing pressure present in his pants made all contact he made with anything solid threaten to push him over the edge. The mas of passengers all lined up down the isle, overly-eager to leave the metal tube after such a long slight.

Packed together so tightly, Michael was sandwiched between Priya and a young- 20-something blonde girl. Priya was pressing in at his front while the blonde girl was pressed to his back. She was holding standing facing the side of the plane, so she wasn't pushing her front into a stranger, and not having her back be pushed by a stranger. Still, her left arm was being pressed into Michael's back, and that simple sensation caused his cock to twitch, demanding release at the smallest interaction.

As he was being pushed forwards, into Priya, she was pushing back. She made Michael hold her bag, as well as his, leaving her hands free to do with as she pleased. And it pleased her to torment her husband. She looked innocent enough, stood waiting with her hands locked behind her back, like she was trying to look respectful to whoever might glance her way. What others could not see, however, was that she was being anything but respectful.

Fingertips continuously grazed over the tent behind her. Each lap over the aroused member made Michael fight hard to retain his poker face.

The doors still had not opened yet, and the whole cabin was growing more and more impatient. None more so than Michael. Priya continued to tease his throbbing cock, and he was losing the battle. He was scared that she'd make him cum right there and then. Squinting his eyes tightly, he was beginning to accept his fate. Knowing that it was hopeless to ask her to stop, as doing so would bring attention to himself from everyone around him.

As is she could read his mind, her hands pulled away, and he heaved an exasperated sigh of frustration. So much blood was now laying inside his dick that he couldn't think straight. He leaned forward, putting some of his weight onto his wife, and heard her soft chuckle at his discomfort.

She pushed him gently so he'd stand upright again. She turned to face him and leaned up to whisper into his ear.

'By the way,' her voice hummed into his ear - the closeness of her lips to his ear made his cock pulse again, 'I left my knickers in the bathroom earlier.'

This confession sent and even stronger pulse throughout his body. Here she was, dressed in a white summer dress with tree decals, pussy bare to the elements. He couldn't help himself and released a gasp of uncontrolled arousal, as the tsunami of cum collecting in his cock threatened to erupt.

'I wonder if anyone found them yet,' she continued to tease into his ear, and his knees became weak as he leaned into her again.

Before she could continue to torment Michael, the doors finally opened and a breeze of fresh warm air filled the cabin.

Slowly, the passengers filed out, leaving the temperature controlled state of the plane, and shocked at the sudden blast of heat to hit them once they stepped outside.

Michael was approaching the door, where the captain and cabin crew were waiting to shake his hand.

The captain was a silvering gentleman, with a mustache and beard reminiscent of the KFC mascot, and a smile to match. The two stewardesses on either side of the pilot were both young and blonde. Wearing their uniforms to code, with no exaggerated cleavage, or flirtatious smiles, their skirts were at knee length and overall, there was nothing innately sexual about either women. Yet, due to his over-aroused state, as he went to shake the hand of the first young lady, the contact of her hand on his send a pulse throughout his body, and he squeezed her hand just a little too tightly in an effort to not cum there and then.

She held back a yelp, but her eyes displayed the pain loud enough. The pilot took note of this and patted Michael on the back, with withdrawn aggression, 'Not a good flier lad?' He asked, trying to gauge the situation.

Michael released her hand quickly, feeling ashamed for hurting her. 'Sorry,' he said, 'yeah, I need to go lie down I think.'

'Hopefully the hotel isn't too far away for you,' the pilot replied, directing him off the plane with his hands.

As Michael made his way to the door, he saw Priya scowling at him, 'you were holding her hand for quite a long time there, sweety,' there was venom in her voice.

'What do you expect after the **** you've been putting me through all flight?' he spat back in a hissed whisper.

Priya's eyes screamed fury. Michael dreaded seeing this face, it was the face an Egyptian Empress made when her subject failed her, it always meant there's be an argument later.

'I'm sorry,' he said, 'let's just go enjoy the holi... HOLY HELL!' Coming from England, Michael and Priya always expect cold temperatures when they go outside, so the drastic increase gave them both pause as they adjusted.

As they descended the stairs, Priya looked back to scowl at the stewardess, and noticed the second woman was speaking on her radio to someone.

The couple continued on through the shuttle and into the airport to collect their bags and officially enter Jamaica, where their resort waited for them.

As they approached the gate, the employee behind the security glass eyed Michael closely.

'Reason for entry?' He asked.

'Holiday,' Priya answered, 'I just got a promotion at work, so we're celebrating.'

He stamped her passport and waved her through. He turned to Michael and continued to eye him up and down. Something caught his eye as he looked down, 'Anything you wish to declare at this time sir?' the man asked.

Confused, Michael stalled for a moment, 'uhm, no, nothing.'

The employee looked skeptical, and raised his radio to his mouth. After saying something in Jamaican he put the radio down and stared at Michael, without saying another word.

'Is... err... is everything okay?' Michael asked, growing very concerned.

The employee did not respond and continued to wait.

'Michael,' Priya called over, 'what's happening?'

'I have no idea,' Michael replied.

A woman dressed as security walked past Priya in that instant and approached Michael, she was a little taller than Priya, with skin just a touch darker. Her hair was kept neatly tied and she had a stern, icy glare. She scanned Michael up and down.

'Turn out your pockets please sir,' she ordered.

'Um... yeah... ok,' Michael said, and he emptied his pockets onto the small counter between him and the security glass the other employee was behind.

After his pockets were empty, the security woman looked him up and down again, 'is that everything sir?' she asked through her accent.

'Yeah, that's all of it,' he answered still with a confused tone.

'This is your last chance sir,' the woman warned, 'is that everything on your person?'

'Yes,' he replied, somewhat annoyed this time, 'that's everything, what's this about.'

'Hands against the wall sir,' the security woman ordered, hand reaching back to something in her belt.

'Oh Jesus,' Michael exclaimed, 'yep, absolutely, doing it now.' He placed his hands on the nearby wall.

'We received a warning about a passenger who injured one of the flight staff,' the woman began to explain as she approached Michael, 'we were going to just keep an eye on you, but now, you are concealing something on your person that we can clearly see the outline of through your clothes...' she knelt down and began rubbing the backs of her hand up his left leg, the sensation driving further pressure to his **** cock. '... this could have gone much differently if you had just complied.'

Michael winced, trying to control himself. He's been on a hair trigger for hours by this point, and the struggle to fight back what was swelling up in his cock was becoming too much to combat. The security woman moved to his right leg, and then ran the backs of her hands up that leg too. He released a small squeal of agony from the pain of clenching his dick so hard in an effort to stop what was coming.

'Please... stop...' a tiny voice said as he was succumbing to the feeling of simple touch against his excited body.

The security woman ignored him, now even more determined to locate the contraband on his person. She moved her hands to his front, and began inspecting for the foreign object.

Disaster then trust.

Like snapping a trip wire, the moment her hand grazed over his abused cock, the flood gates opened.

From deep in his diaphragm, a guttural, unearthly moan escaped him and echoes throughout the hall. All eyes from those still waiting in line were on him, as he committed the most shameful act of his life, and an endless stream of cum erupted from his twitching cock, soiling his boxers and bleeding through to soil his trousers. The security woman stepped back in shock and horror, as she watched with her mouth agape, just as everyone else in the terminal were, as Michael continued to cum and cum just the light touch on his dick.

He lost the ability to stand, and collapsed to his knees and he continued to cum hard. Like someone dropped mentos into his coke, it couldn't be stopped. And when it finally ended, he rained there, on his hands and knees, staring at the floor in complete horror at the act he had just committed.

Shaking, he dared to look back at the people in line, and his vision turned vertigo at seeing the number of phones pointed at him.

He had been recorded. It was probably online already. Everyone would see it.

'Um...' the security woman began, '...umm, stand up please sir...' she was hesitant to offer him a hand.

Slowly, he got to his feet, and both the security woman, and the staff behind the glass, looked down at his soiled trousers, seeing the foreign object was no longer pressing against his clothed.

'oh...' the security woman meekly said in realisation, 'um, you're good to go through sir.'

Michael nearly ran through the gate, snatching his belongings from the counter as he barged through.

Humiliated, he fought to bring his gaze up to look for Priya, but she wasn't there. He scanned the crowd, and only just caught sight of her dress before it was swallowed behind a crowd of tourists.

He ran to catch up with her, and found her waiting for her bags.

'Priya,' he called out, 'Priya, why didn't you wait for me?'

'Why would I want to wait for you?' she spat, 'why would I want to watch some bimbo make you cum?'

'Are you fucking serious, Priya?' He snapped, 'you've been building me up all day, a fucking breeze would have done that.'

'Well, it wasn't a "fucking breeze," was it?'

Michael released a frustrated groan as faint laughter filled the background. He turned and say a group of tourists pointing at him and giggling. Shame filled, he hung his head.

'Let's just get to the resort,' he said with a defeated voice.

The couple stood and waited for their bags for several more minutes, Michael suffered the indignity of people laughing at him as they walked past, he'd become the most famous person in the whole building, and wanted nothing more than to leave.

Priya wasn't talking to him. She had always had a very jealous side to her. At first, Micheal loved it. He though the constant jealous behavior she exhumed showed how much she loved him and didn't want to share him. But, it had quickly become exhausting.

At work, he is always so careful when speaking to female colleagues. It's always in a wide open space, and he rarely speak to women one-on-one anymore. Priya, once in a while, will drop by his work with some food in hand. She looks for him with the premise of wanting to bring him food, while at the same time, checking for any flirtatious behaviour he might be having with women around him.

Her paranoia has helped her a lot in her own line of work. She's worked in law enforcement for seven years now. As she has handled case after case, her nature of being skeptical about everything drove her to examine evidence and witnesses closely until the truth came out. A very successful track record with her cases made her a rising star to the service, and now, she had been promoted to a detective.

The longer she worked with the police, the more paranoid she grew. Uncovering lie after lie from the cases she had worked on made her very untrusting, much to Michael's detriment. And now they were here. Taking too long to shake a woman's hand being enough to make her instantly consider him to be unfaithful. And now that he had cum from the touch of another women... Michael didn't want to think about what that meant.

After finally getting their bags, the couple made their way out of the airport. As they passed through the doors, the staff wished them a lovely stay, while repressing their laughter.

Michael had pre-booked a car to be waiting for them at the airport, he picked the keys up at the front desk and once in the safety of the vehicle, finally out of the crowd of giggling strangers, he was able to take a deep breath and try to put what happened behind him.

The drive to the resort was over an hour away, and for the whole time, Priya refused to talk to him. After some time, Michael stopped trying to start a conversation at all.

They finally arrived at the resort and both were blown away by the beauty before them.

They had looked online at pictures, of course, but those pictures did nothing to sell what was before them.

The resort was on the beach, with a wooden pier built into the water, designed to resemble a heart. Across the edge of the heart were wooden huts, their accommodation for their stay. The sea water was a crystal blue, it glowed as the light from the sun touched it, like something from a fantasy film. The air felt cleaner than anything they had felt before. Despite being a beach resort, there was no salty smell or fishy aroma. The whole place smelled like coconut and strawberries.

Further inland, just before the beach, was a large hotel, with 2 private pools, one inside and the other outside, a spa, hot spring, gym, bar, luxury restaurants, and so much more.

Michael and Priya had booked one of the ocean huts, but had full access to the hotel and all of its facilities, whenever they wanted it.

They checked into the resort and were making their way to their hut. Priya was mesmerised by the world around her. The beauty of this place had begun to wash away the bitter jealousy plaguing her since they landed. She was smiling at least, Michael was happy with that.

They entered their ocean hut. Inside, there was a luxury king's size bed, with blue silk sheets and a ceiling hung mirror looking down onto the bed. There was a vanity station, with an array of perfumes and makeup left as a gift for Priya, and a desk with flowers and fruits for the couple.

There was a large walk-in wardrobe, with the left side designated for female attire, and the right side for male.

The hut was fully operational with its own plumbing system. The shower had a glass wall facing the ocean, allowing you to look out at the horizon as you bathed. Looking at the outer side of the hut, that same window was just a mirror, giving you privacy as you showered. The bathtub was large enough to easily fit two people. A third couple even join you if they were slim enough. It too had a 1-way mirror overlooking the ocean. The toilet was also outfitted with a bidet.

Finally, in the far wall of the main room, there was a shrine built, with a jade statue placed in its center and sage burning all around it. It almost looked like a man, but with a big bulbous head and oval eyes. Its arms had no hands and its feet only had 2 toes. Priya's eyes were immediately drawn to its crotch. It displayed a penis of decent size, in proportion it its short body, but the eye catching detail were its abnormally giant testicles, so large, they hung down to the statues knees. Both Michael and Priya found it incredibly funny, and it was the first time either of them laughed since arriving in the country.

Despite its being a statue, it almost looked to be looking at the couple as they explored the hut, studying them.