Forbidden Paradise

Helen Walker stretched out her lithe body on the sun-lounger, enjoying the heat of the sun on her skin. Her brunette hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a yellow bikini. It was relatively conservative. It certainly covered more of her skin than the one worn by Amanda Graves, who lay face down on the sun-lounger next to her.

Most of the curvaceous blonde’s golden brown skin was on display, thanks to the tiny black bikini she wore. The bottoms were a thong, which left little to the imagination. She could tell that from the furtively lustful looks she got from all the men who saw her, including Helen's husband, Kent. Amanda was more confident and outgoing than Helen (or just simply more of a slut, in Helen’s view), and seemed to enjoy the admiring looks she got from random men.

Helen glanced over at Amanda’s rump, the two broad, toned buttocks revealed by the thong, which just sat as a black triangle between them. Her skin shone with the sun lotion she’d just applied. She’d removed her bikini top to avoid tan lines, at least on her top half. Thankfully she had enough modesty to keep the thong in place!

Amanda’s body was certainly worth looking at, Helen had to admit. She could understand why men found her so alluring. There was nothing wrong with Helen’s body either, and she made just as much effort (if not more) to keep it in shape, but she didn’t want to flaunt it so openly. Only her husband got to see it in all its glory.

She turned her gaze down the rocky beach to where Kent and Amanda’s husband, Richard, were swimming in the crystal waters of the small inlet. She had to admit, most of Kent's friend's ‘great’ ideas turned out to be disastrous, but Richard had really outdone himself by finding this vacation spot for them. A private island, with only themselves and a handful of other people, in a part of the Bahamas that most tourists rarelyexplored. It truly was a paradise, and Helen was sure they’d have an amazing two weeks.

“Hey Mom,” spoke Stacy, as she came and sat in a third sun-lounger, next to Helen. In terms of looks, she took after her mother. She had long brunette hair and a fit, sporty figure. She wore a blue bikini that was somewhere between Helen’s and Amanda’s in terms of exposure. Smaller than her mother’s, but the bottoms weren’t a thong. Helen had raised her daughter to have a bit more class than her ‘Aunt’ Amanda!

“You all finished for today, honey?” asked Helen.

“Yup. Just wanted to get a bit of course-work done so I can spend the rest of the day relaxing without feeling guilty about it!” The 22 year old stretched her body out and sighed as she began to absorb the sun’s heat.

Stacy shielded her eyes and looked up the hill, to a cluster of buildings on a cliff overlooking the bay. She could just make out two figures on a balcony, looking down into the bay.

“Looks like our neighbors are home. What did Dad say, they were eccentric billionaires or something?”

“That’s the rumor. I hope they don’t mind us using their bay to relax.”

Amanda grunted. “Well, there are no signs saying it’s private. They should consider themselves lucky that they get to check me out!” With a wink to Helen, she turned over and stretched out on her back, her firm round breasts now revealed for all to see. She picked up the bottle of lotion and began smearing the slippery liquid over the luscious golden orbs.

Helen’s brow furrowed. She tutted, and quickly looked down the beach. Thankfully Kent and Richard were still busy racing each other back and forth across the bay, and weren’t looking in this direction. “Oh, Amanda, this isn’t a nudist beach! Cover yourself up before Kent sees you!”

“Oh Helen, relax. I’m sure you’re more than enough woman to keep your husband from getting distracted.” With a smile, she closed her eyes and went back to sunning herself.

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On the cliff-top balcony, Arman Varko stood gazing through a telescope, which he had aimed down into the bay. He scanned the three women with interest. One in her twenties and the other two in their late 30s, or early 40s. Each of them very alluring indeed.

He called to his wife, who stepped onto the balcony, sipping a glass of wine. “Sofia, my dear. It seems we have most charming company. We must go down and invite them to dinner. I think we could make their stay here very…stimulating.”

He smiled wickedly, as he contemplated the days ahead…