Tropical Temptations

"I wish I were at a tropical beach,” said Carl, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, “and that you were wearing that hot red bikini… or maybe even less!” Stacy closed her eyes, focusing intently on Carl's desire for a tropical beach, picturing the sun, the sand, and the ocean. As she did, the familiar, intoxicating tingle of magic surged through her, a wave of erotic energy that always accompanied wish fulfillment.

Suddenly, her room’s air-conditioning was replaced by the warm, salty breeze of a tropical paradise. She stood on pristine white sand, the sun beating down, and looked down to find herself clad in the racy red bikini Carl had envisioned – a skimpy triangle top barely containing her breasts and matching string bottoms that left little to the imagination.

Carl appeared beside her, his eyes widening as they raked over her body, lingering on the curve of her hips and the swell of her chest. “God, Stacy,” he breathed, his voice low and thick with desire, “you look absolutely incredible.”

Stacy **** a bright smile, trying to project an air of playful confidence while her mind raced. She needed to keep him focused on the fantasy, on the surface level of his wish, if she wanted to maintain any semblance of control.

As if summoned by the tropical setting, a soft, rhythmic luau beat filled the air, and a group of dancers, adorned with vibrant leis and swaying hips, emerged from the palm trees. Each carried a tray laden with colorful alcoholic drinks, offering them to the newly arrived beachgoers. Carl’s eyes lit up at the sight of the drinks, and he eagerly grabbed a beer, taking a long, appreciative gulp.

Stacy watched him, her smile unwavering. This was her chance to steer his attention elsewhere. She glanced around, taking in the turquoise waves gently lapping the shore. She needed a more significant distraction, something that would truly capture Carl’s wandering gaze.

Then, a mischievous idea sparked in her mind. Carl wanted to ogle girls in their swimsuits? Fine, she could certainly arrange that. Her mind flickered to Victoria, the stunning blonde who sat across from them in physics. That was it. Victoria would be perfect.

Stacy concentrated, the erotic tingle intensifying, focusing on Victoria’s image. The magical energy pulsed through her, and with a subtle shimmer in the air, her classmate Victoria emerged from the shimmering ocean waves. She was wearing a barely-there hot pink slingshot thong swimsuit that showcased her long, tanned legs and sculpted physique. Her blonde hair was slicked back, and water droplets glistened on her flawless skin. Carl’s head snapped around, his beer momentarily forgotten as his gaze locked onto Victoria.

“Hey, Carl!” Victoria called out, a bright, friendly smile on her face. “Mind if I join you two?”

Carl, still slightly stunned, managed a wide grin. “Not at all, Victoria. Plenty of room.” His eyes followed her as she sauntered over, her every movement drawing his attention.

Stacy watched as Victoria settled down between them, the daring cut of her swimsuit revealing an impressive amount of sideboob and a tantalizing glimpse of her toned abdomen. A fleeting pang of jealousy flickered within Stacy, quickly overshadowed by the relief of having successfully diverted Carl’s attention. Victoria, by Stacy’s design, was practically naked, a vision of sun-kissed perfection. She could have traced a line from Victoria’s mouth down to below her navel catching nothing but smooth skin.

Carl leaned in close to Stacy, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “You know, I have to admit, this is turning out even better than I imagined. The beach, the drinks, and now Victoria… you really know how to make a guy happy.” His eyes, however, remained glued to Victoria, who was now laughing at something one of the dancers said, her body swaying provocatively to the music.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Stacy replied, her voice light and airy, forcing a playful smile. She reached out and playfully tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind Victoria’s ear, trying to appear nonchalant while a knot of tension tightened in her stomach. Victoria turned to her, her blue eyes sparkling with warmth, and for a fleeting moment, Stacy felt a twinge of guilt for using her classmate in this way. But she pushed it down; this was about control, about keeping Carl’s focus away from her.

The distraction was working. Carl’s eyes never left Victoria as he reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her bare waist, his thumb grazing the edge of her high-cut swimsuit bottom.

“You know, Stacy,” he said, his voice now low and suggestive, his gaze still fixed on Victoria, “I think it’s time we take this party to the next level. What do you say, Victoria? Up for a little more… fun in the sun?” Victoria looked at him, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, but before she could respond, Stacy interjected, her mind racing to regain control of the situation.

“Hey, Victoria, those dancers look like they have some amazing cocktails,” Stacy said, her voice a little too bright, a little too eager. “Could you maybe grab us another round? That ‘Sex on the Beach’ one looked particularly good.”

Victoria, completely oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, nodded cheerfully. “Sure thing!” she said, hopping to her feet, her hips swaying rhythmically as she walked towards the makeshift bar. Carl’s eyes followed her every move, lingering on the curves of her ass as she disappeared into the crowd of dancers. Stacy let out a silent sigh of relief at the temporary reprieve, but she knew it wouldn’t last.

“Not bad, Stacy,” Carl muttered under his breath, his eyes still tracking Victoria’s progress. “She’s got a fantastic… everything.” He turned back to Stacy, a sly smirk playing on his lips. “So, what kind of ‘activities’ did you have in mind for the three of us?” His tone was loaded with innuendo, and Stacy could feel the weight of his expectations. She **** a playful, teasing smile, trying to deflect the obvious direction of his thoughts. “Oh, I don’t know... Master. Maybe we could build a sandcastle? Or play a little volleyball?”

But before she could fully articulate her decidedly un-suggestive plans, Carl cut her off, his voice low and laced with playful challenge. “Sandcastles? Stacy, I thought we were connecting on a different level. I was thinking of something a bit more… personal. Something that involves a little less sand and a lot more… skin-on-skin contact.” His eyes locked with hers, a hungry gleam in their depths, and Stacy felt a shiver that wasn't entirely from the ocean breeze. She glanced nervously towards where Victoria had gone, hoping her friend would return soon.

Victoria reappeared, balancing three tall drinks. “Here you go!” she chirped, handing Stacy a vibrant pink drink garnished with a slice of orange and a tiny umbrella. “One ‘Sex on the Beach’ for the lovely Stacy, and another beer for you, Carl.” She placed the remaining cocktail in front of herself at the table.

Carl took a sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving Victoria's body. "These drinks are really good," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "You know, Victoria, I was thinking we could all do something together. Maybe a group activity?" His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Victoria looked at him suspiciously, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to decipher his intent.

Stacy's heart raced as she felt the situation slipping out of her control. She knew she had to act fast before things escalated further. "Hey, speaking of activities," she interjected, her voice a little too loud, a little too ****. "We have that physics project coming up, right? Maybe we should work on it together. I could really use some help understanding the concepts." She tried to sound casual, but the desperation in her voice was palpable.

Carl raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sudden change in subject. "Physics project?" he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. "You want to talk about that now?" He glanced at Victoria, who looked slightly confused. "I thought we were having fun," he added, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Victoria, oblivious to the underlying tension, thought for a moment about physics, then came to a realization: "Oh, yeah! I've been struggling with that project too. It would be great to work on it together." Her eagerness was genuine. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts together with the sides of her arms, almost spilling out of her suit.

Carl's eyes were immediately drawn to her exposed cleavage, his gaze lingering there, transfixed.

"Ah… sure, why not!?" Carl said, his throat catching. "I'd love to help you two with that." His eyes flickered to Stacy, meeting her gaze with a wolfish grin. "You know, Stacy, it's not often that I get to work on a project with two such... attractive ladies." His eyes drifted back to Victoria, taking in her curvaceous figure.

Stacy felt her cheeks flush, but she was determined to play it coy, despite Carl's suggestive tone. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the sand. "You know what?" she said, her voice uneasy. "Why don't I... go get some background research done. Why don't you two pick a topic and I'll join you later?" She glanced at Victoria, silently pleading for her to get the hint and follow her lead.

But Victoria was too enthralled by Carl's charm to notice Stacy's distress. She leaned in closer, the hem of her suit stretching to expose her more of her flat stomach. "Ooh, research sounds fun," she purred, placing a hand on Carl's arm. "I could help with that." Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through Carl's body.

"Stacy, wait!" Carl called out as she turned to leave, but she ignored him, striding purposefully towards the resort that had sprung up behind them. She needed some space, needed to collect her thoughts, needed to keep this wish going in a direction that she could control. Ultimately, she needed a way out of this mess. As she walked, she could feel Carl's eyes on her back, burning into her skin.

Carl audibly sighed, his frustrations finally bubbling to the surface. His gaze drifted to Stacy's ass, which was now on full display, as she trotted off with her drink. He imagined both girls at his side, their near-naked body's enthralled with his touch. If he wanted that to happen, he couldn't let Stacy get away.

Despite his promise regarding further wishes, he put his hand in his shirt pocket, feeling the genie's ring against his skin. He silently wished that Stacy would come back to him.

Stacy suddenly felt the pull of the ring, even without Carl explicitly speaking his wish aloud. Without means to defy him, she spun around to face Carl, exuberantly taking a large gulp of her cocktail.

With a deliberate sway in her hips, her red bikini gleaming in the sunlight, Stacy returned to her seat. She sat down, her movements graceful yet provocative, and Carl's eyes immediately locked onto her. "Alright," she said, her voice light and playful, "let's talk about physics. How about we explore torque and rotational motion?" She leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the table, and Carl's gaze drifted down before he **** himself to look up.

Victoria bounced in her seat and waved her hands. "Oh, that sounds interesting! I remember something about **** and pivot points." Her breasts jiggled with each word, and Carl's attention was torn between Stacy's composed demeanor and Victoria's uninhibited enthusiasm. Stacy noticed his distraction and smiled to herself, trying to keep the conversation on track. "Exactly," she said, her voice steady. "Torque depends on the **** applied and the distance from the pivot." She glanced at Carl, her eyes challenging him to stay focused.

Carl shifted about, more aroused than before, his mind wandering back and forth between the curves in front of him. "I think… I need a more hands-on approach," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "Maybe we could... demonstrate some of these concepts?"

He reached out, his hand brushing against Victoria's arm, and she didn't pull away. Stacy felt a pang of unease but pressed on, determined to keep things from spiraling out of control. "Well, torque can also relate to everyday movements," she continued, her voice firm. "Like turning a wheel or opening a door. These are things we can imagine, no demonstration required!" Her eyes met Carl's, a silent plea to behave.

Victoria, still enthusiastic, leaned in closer. "I think I get it now! It's like when you twist something, the **** you use and where you apply it makes a difference." Her breasts swayed again, and Carl's resolve weakened. He glanced at Stacy, who was watching him with a mixture of warning and resignation.

Carl leaned back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face as he locked eyes with Stacy. "You know, I think we're getting too theoretical here," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "What do you say we explore something a bit more... hands-on? Like soft body dynamics?" He emphasized the last phrase, his gaze drifting from Stacy's face to her curves, lingering on her breasts and hips. Victoria, still oblivious to the underlying tension, nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, that sounds like fun! I love hands-on learning."

Stacy tried to maintain her composure, forcing a playful smile onto her face. "Well, I suppose practical applications can be... enlightening," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. Carl's eyes never left hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the desire to push her further. He reached out, his hand brushing against her arm, sending a jolt down her spine. "I think we could all benefit from a more... intimate setting," he suggested, his voice low and suggestive. "Somewhere private, where we can really focus on the experiments."

Before Stacy could respond, Carl was already on his feet, his eyes scanning the beach. "Ah, perfect," he muttered, spotting a small, secluded grotto nestled among the rocks. The entrance was partially hidden by foliage, offering a private sanctuary from prying eyes within earshot of the music. He turned to the girls, his grin widening. "Shall we?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for refusal. Victoria, still clueless, bounced to her feet, excited by the prospect of a new adventure. Stacy hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, but she knew she had ****. The ring compelled her to obey, and Carl's wishes were her commands.