Head to the cabana

"Let's just get to our cabana" Max says, leading their way to the beautiful open cabana overlooking the ocean. "Could do with a wash and change". Mea says as they get to their cabana.

The other cabanas beside their's were occupied by two other beautiful couples, one older and the other young. Mea nods, a hint of apprehension in her eyes as they stroll towards their cabana. She couldn’t help but steal glances at the other couples, noticing their confidence and ease. As they enter their own private space, she feels the weight of the green bracelet on her wrist. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the gentle rustle of palm leaves outside their cabana act as a serene backdrop to their conversation. She sets her luggage down with a thump and turns to Max, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"So, we're actually going to do this, aren't we?" She runs a finger along the edge of her glass, the condensation cool against her skin. "I mean, we've talked about it before, but it feels so... real now." She looks around the room, the clean white sheets and the faint scent of tropical flowers hinting at the erotic adventures that could unfold. "What do you think will happen first?" Her eyes search Max's, looking for reassurance in the familiar lines of his face.

"Maybe check the brochure over on the counter.. There should be events and activities happening around the island.. Also.. The green on the bracelet means.. Anyone can just use you at any time" Max says with a smirk as he unpacks. "Maybe change it to red or yellow?" He suggests, harbouring a sense of worry for what may happen to her by jumping in the deep end.

Mea's eyes widen at Max's words, and she feels a thrill run through her body despite her nerves. She walks over to the counter, picking up the brochure with trembling hands. Her heart races as she flips through the pages, each one revealing more explicit images and descriptions of the resort's offerings. The thought of being used by anyone at any time is both terrifying and exhilarating. She can feel her body responding, her nipples hardening beneath her sundress.

"Wow, they really don't hold back here," she murmurs, trying to keep her voice steady. "I didn't realize it was like this," she adds, glancing back at Max with a mix of excitement and fear. The brochure describes a masquerade ball, a naked beach party, and various classes on different aspects of sexual exploration. Mea's mind races with the possibilities.

She clears her throat and reads aloud, "They have a class on rope bondage tomorrow morning. Maybe we could... I don't know, start with something like that?" Her voice trails off, and she looks at Max for his reaction.

"Straight to bondage?" Max chuckles, "We just got here baby. Let's start at yoga or something like that... Heard there's a nude hot yoga session happening in like an hour. Until then, maybe we could break in the bed?" Max asks with a loving smile before picking her up and playfully falling on to the bed together.

Where should they go? Mea contemplates, thinking of the options as Max kisses her neck.