Claire: Cancun as Ramya's plus-one

It is Ramya’s company’s annual retreat: a three-day all-inclusive getaway in Cancun that the small firm only splurges on during banner years. They flew out every employee and a plus-one. I'm here as Ramya’s “best friend.” As far as anyone knows, that is all I am.

On the second night, during the big dinner, Ramya receives the news.

The CEO, a sharp divorced man in his mid-thirties, announces that Ramya will become the firm’s next CIO. She's only twenty-four! The outgoing CIO, the oldest person at the company, is retiring in a month. The room erupts in applause. Ramya looks confident and radiant. Her golden skin practically glows under the lights as everyone toasts her success.

I'm so damn proud of my mentor! It also makes me very horny watching her work the crowd. After the announcement, her big nipples harden and poke through her tight cocktail dress. I warned her to wear more padding.

Later that night in our suite, she's still buzzing with excitement. I celebrate with her the only way we both truly want — two hours of sweaty grinding and scissoring. It's all about her tonight, and I stay on top, grinding out as many orgasms as I can for her until both our thighs are slick and trembling. She even lets me slip a single finger in that tight virgin pussy when I go down on her — a rare treat.

The next morning, the CEO insists she stay an extra day after everyone else leaves. “You’ve earned it. Enjoy one real day off before the eighty-hour weeks begin.” Ramya tries to object — she wants to fly back immediately and start working — but he refuses to take no for an answer.

So here we are. Sunday morning. All her coworkers are finally gone.

I stand in front of the mirror in our hotel room, staring at my ass in the tiny thong bikini Ramya bought for me. “No fucking way. You’re joking, right?” I've been fucked by a lot of guys by this point and am very comfortable naked... in private.

Ramya grins, already wearing her own scandalous suit. “You look incredible. You earned that nice ass in the gym. Show it off.” She slaps my cheek playfully. “No one we know is here anymore. I checked the flights."

The beach is noticeably emptier today. It's an adults-only resort, and I see a mix of couples and a large LGBTQ group that booked together. Thongs are everywhere. After a couple of strong drinks, we join a volleyball game.

Ramya is hilariously bad at it for someone so tall and athletic. But the view of the 6'1" goddess is devastating. Her big breasts bounce and jiggle heavily in the inadequate bikini top with every movement. Sweat makes the thin fabric cling to her skin. Her dark nipples are clearly visible, even the textured edges of her areolas showing through. The sagging flesh wads up in the cups, and her stretch marks that hide in dimmer light are accentuated. When she bends over to receive a serve, her perfect ass pushes back toward me, giving us lucky folks in the back row a view of the darker, crinkled skin around her asshole. The cellulite that flares up on her toned ass cheeks when she moves only makes her look more real… more fuckable.

These are the imperfections that make her perfect to me and easily the most sexy person on the beach. I adore this uninhibited, joyous version of Ramya. I thought last night might have drained us a little, but right now I want to take her back to the room and lick every inch of her body.

I look around for some sexy men to get my mind off her. There's two hot guys in speedos that are obviously gay. There's a short girl on the other team that I am pretty sure is trans. Then I see a bunch of strange non-binary and feminine men that might have been born women. I really am not sure at this point. This is not at all my crowd, but we are having a great time.

With the crowd being mostly LGBTQ or couples that came here together, Ramya and I have been hit on exactly zero times. If this were a spring break crowd or a typical night out with Ramya, we'd have testosterone-fueled men lined up trying to fuck us.

We play, drink, sunbathe, and repeat the cycle for hours. Eventually we end up at the beachside bar, our bare asses resting on wooden swings as we sip strong cocktails.

The crowd has thinned out. Ramya nods toward a petite girl with long hair sitting alone under an umbrella. It is the same short girl who was on the opposing volleyball team earlier.

“She’s cute,” Ramya says quietly.

“Yeah…” I watch as the girl orders a drink. She has small perky breasts, a nice firm ass, and a very pretty face, but narrow hips and a few other subtle signs give her away. “Do you think she has a penis?”

Ramya laughs softly. “I didn't see any bulge earlier.”

“I’m… curious,” I confess, feeling that familiar rush of guilt and excitement. "And oddly attracted." Tanner’s sweet kisses feel very far away right now.

“Me too,” Ramya admits, biting her lip. “She looks lonely. Her crowd left. We could invite her to join us.”

I smirk. “Or… you still owe me that walk on the topless beach.”

Ramya rolls her eyes but smiles. “I never promised that. These girls need proper support and coverage,” she says, cupping her heavy breasts.

"Come on," I say. "I want to show off my breasts even if you're too chicken."

We leave the trans girl by herself for the moment as we head down the beach. My heart is already racing with filthy possibilities.

I've been working so hard in the gym to get my ass like this on the beach: