I wanted to get away from reality for a while. Work sapped all my energy. Life took on a chaotic nature I found difficult to manage. My parents pressured me to find a girl, settle down, join the rank and file of normalcy, have children, and so on. I wanted to find a tropical location, away from the hustle of competitive corporate job ladders, far from social constructs, and somewhere no one depended on my soft skills and technical abilities. I needed to unplug and disappear for a while. I wanted something random and unexpectedly amazing to remind me I wasn’t a cog in a machine.

After saving for nearly a year, I found the perfect place, perched above a private beach, away from large cities, secluded just enough to feel the edge of society. I spared no expense wanting the small pool off the main living room, the hot tub that overlooked a glorious sunset, a rotunda style bedroom with tropical flairs and open windows to the ocean. My plan included inviting a few friends, but they all bailed at the last minute. So, I went to paradise alone, not wanting to waste my hard earned money and vacation. Luxury isn’t as fantastic when you are alone.

One can only sit and read for so long before a need for adventure arises. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from my trip. I didn’t want to go clubbing. I didn’t care about shopping. I most certainly didn’t want to stare into the breathtaking distance for four days. I decided to go into town and visit a bar that might fill my social needs, maybe inviting me to some random adventure. I wasn’t afraid of talking to people and as much as I wanted to disconnect, I couldn’t stop the itch to socialize with someone. 

The bar I arrived at is disorganized, lacking a theme other than an open air beach bar with a guitar player singing yacht rock songs in the corner. The air smells like street food and exaggerated cologne applications. A soccer match plays on muted televisions, with no one but the bartenders paying attention. I ordered a drink and began observing the modest crowd.

A group of college kids downs shot after shot in one corner, unaware of the consequences that would come the next morning. A couple sits together at a table longingly staring at each other; a hook up, I assume. Everyone else seems like normal tourists looking to party or spend their time in a drunken state of debauchery. I notice a strikingly beautiful woman looking at me from down the bar. Her bright blue eyes, jet black hair, form fitting linen white dress, catch my attention. I smile while trying not to feel awkward for staring at her. She returns the smile as she brushes her hair behind her ear. Another woman with dark red hair and green eyes, wearing a sundress that hugs her curves, sits next to her. I try not to watch them, pretending to watch the TV nearby as they whisper to one another as they glance at me. The woman in the linen dress gets up and approaches me. 

She sits, resting her arm on the bar, teasing her hair. “Hi,” she says, “Haven’t seen you around here.”

I chuckle. “I arrived yesterday, so probably not. Figured I would get a drink and see what the town is like. See what kind of trouble I can find.”

“Hm. Trouble, you say? Are you waiting for someone?” She asks bluntly.

I turn to face her, noticing her friend watching us intently. I responded. “Sadly, no. I don’t have anyone to wait for.”

“That’s a shame. What kind of trouble are you looking for?.” She tugs at her dress straps with a playful smile, dropping her hand close to her breasts.

I clear my throat as I follow her hands to her cleavage. “The adventurous kind. Something out of my comfort zone. Anything outside the normal day to day.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I’m Isla,” she reaches out to shake my hand. “That’s Mona.” Isla motions behind her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jacob.” She withdraws her hand and returns to playing with her hair. I catch her looking at my crotch, surveying my body. “Where are you staying, Jacob?”

I point towards my rental. “There, in the distance, by those rocks. That place that’s all lit up. I rented it for the week.”

Isla’s eyes got wide. She whistled. “I know that place. We passed it on a boat the other day. That’s quite the place for one person.”

I snicker. “Well, my friends ran into conflicts and couldn’t come. I didn’t want to lose the deposit and being alone doesn’t bother me, so here I am. It’s a big place. Three bedrooms, pool, hot tub, big chef’s kitchen, private beach.” I stare at my drink and shake my head. “Seems like a waste of money now.”

Isla frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that. It seems like a nice place.”“It’s amazing. Like a little slice of paradise all for myself.” I tested the water with her interest in me, saying, “I would love to share it with people. I’d feel less selfish if others could use it.”

Isla turns to her friend. I couldn’t make out what she did. If she made a gesture, or mouthed something to her, whatever happened, Mona got up and walked over. Isla says, “I would hate for you to be selfish.”

Isla is petite, built like a runner. Her demeanor suggests she’s a ball of energy. Mona has gentle, defined curves to her. She stands before me, offering her hand. I noticed her round tits, barely contained in her sundress. A horny discomfort brews within me. I shift in my seat, trying to adjust myself, feeling a bit of tightness in my shorts. Mona smiles as she watches, shakes my hand, then sits next to me. I turn my back to the crowd, facing the rows of alcohol. Isla leans on the bar next to me. Mona faces me on the other side.

“I would invite ourselves over, but I feel we would be unprepared for a swim. We didn’t think to pack suits as we headed out for the bar,” Isla says.

“I could go for a late night dip,” Mona adds.

I wondered if they were escorts, or trying to scam me, maybe take me back to my place, then rob and kill me. The thought that appeared in my mind made me laugh. 

“What’s so funny?” Mona asks.

“Well,” I started, “I was thinking hours ago about how bored I was, how I would be done with my book tomorrow and didn’t have any plans.” I looked at Isla. “Unprepared, I suppose.” I looked at Mona and got lost in her green eyes for a second. I admitted, “I didn’t think two women would approach me and offer to ‘invite’ themselves over to my place. It seems too good to be true.”

Isla put her hand on my leg, saying, “No sense in three people being bored. We have been searching for a way to entertain ourselves. We get tired of each other sometimes. We might be looking for adventure as well.”

Mona says, “It would be nice to shake things up from time to time.”

Isla bites her lower lip, then suggests, “Would you let us accompany you to your slice of paradise?” 

“I don’t really know you. This seems like a…” I couldn’t find the right word. Trap came to mind. Trick was another. I saw them notice my hesitation and concern.

Mona rolls her eyes. “We’re just looking for some dick. Someone who wants some fun. No strings attached experimentation.”

“Oh,” I responded, shocked by her brutal honesty.

“You caught my eye as I caught yours,” Isla says. “And I like to share, too.”

“I just want to be fucked,” Mona admits as she gazes into my eyes. “Do you want to be fucked?”

Isla’s hand moves up my leg, resting on my crotch. “Do you?” she asks.

I throbbed with anticipation. The entire experience seemed unreal. I tried to think logically, but Isla was teasing me, distracting me from finding a way around what I really wanted. Truth is, I want, need, a good fuck. Not just a quick one-night stand, but a session of naughty, horny, ecstatic release. Someone who can keep up with the things I want to do. Someone who can handle the sexual energy repressed within me. 

Isla’s fingers caress me with teasing circles. “Unless you are happier alone?” Isla says, watching my reaction as she presses on my dick.

“I would love some company,” I told her. “I think we should resume any further exploration away from spectators.” I say, looking into Isla’s brilliant blue eyes. 

She pouts. “Not into public indecency?”

I laughed. “Not at the moment.” I hold her hand and say, “I hope you can keep up with me.”

Mona flags down the bartender and pays their bill. Isla stands next to her and explains where we will be going. Mona didn’t seem to care much about the where, more about the when and how. Isla continued to whisper into Mona’s ear as I watched. Mona’s chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. I notice Isla’s hand rubbing between Mona’s legs. Isla sees me watching and grins. She pushes hard into Mona, who lets out a little yelp. 

Isla tells me, “I like it when she can’t control herself. She’s wild when she’s denied release.”

We took a taxi to my house. Isla and Mona sat in the backseat while I rode in the front. Mona talks to me, asking about my job, who I was, where I was from. We share a similar upbringing on the east coast. Isla is from the Midwest, makes a living by being a sex therapist. Both women lack a filter for what they desire, and openly talked about their belief in sexual expression and freedom. Both wanted to explore their sexuality, and they decided I would be a worthy participant. The taxi driver doesn’t say a word, pretending he doesn’t speak English.

When we arrive, Isla and Mona quickly tour the house. I sat in the living room as they gleefully wandered around the rooms, kitchen, and balcony, yelling out their favorite parts. Isla expresses interest in the enormous bed in the rotunda bedroom. Mona demands a soak in a large tub next to the bedroom. They explore the kitchen where Mona discovers the bottle of red wine I bought, opening it, pouring us three glasses. Isla dips her toe in the pool, letting out a refreshing breath, feeling its warmth. She turns to me as I watch her from the couch. She flicks the straps of her dress off her shoulders and wiggles out of her dress. Isla pulls down a white thong, throws it towards me, giggles, then turns towards the pool. I admire her perky breasts, tight ass, and intoxicatingly exotic appearance. Mona sets a glass of wine down at the edge of the pool.

I joked with her, “I guess you’re not that unprepared for a swim.” 

Mona sits next to me, handing me a glass of wine. She takes a drink, then runs her hand up and down my leg. “Does Isla turn you on?” 

“Yes,” I answered quickly. 

Isla stands in the water, watching us. She sips her wine, gazing at us with eager eyes.

Mona rubs my dick as she takes another drink. “Do I turn you on?”

I look into her eyes, then at her incredible body. I watch her gentle hands rub the outline of my growing erection. “Absolutely.”

She chuckles, then stands. She unties the back of her sundress, which drops to the floor. Her large breasts are incredible and her hips demand to be grabbed. “Your turn,” she says, nodding at me. The two women watched as I took my clothes off. Both seem surprised at my appearance. I wasn’t a bodybuilder by any means, but I took pride in myself. They were more interested in my growing erection.

Mona sips her wine as she studies me. “Not bad, Isla. You have a great eye for size.”

“Girth, Mona. I desire someone to fill me up.” Isla says with a bated breath. 

Mona sets her drink down, walks over to me, then strokes my dick. She leans in, whispering, “What do you want me to do with this? It seems ready for some attention.” 

I notice Isla’s breathing increase as she watches us. Mona presses her body against me, rubbing my dick against her soft thigh.

She moans lightly as she plays with the head of my penis, feeling it swell in her hands

Isla gets out of the pool and begins drying herself off as Mona kneels down. I try to focus on something else as the euphoria of soft lips surrounding my head starts. I watch Isla as she brushes a towel over her naked body, enthralled by Mona’s handling of me. She approaches me, kisses me, then takes my hand so I can feel her wetness. I know a thing or two about where to explore and take no time finding the right spot to make her gasp with excitement. She grabs my arm, digging her fingers into my muscles as I swirl my finger around her clit. Her knees shake, her breathing quickens as I focus on bringing her to the edge. Mona notices and I feel like a race has begun, and I want to win. Isla grabs my hand as I tap her with my finger. She pushes my hand into her, rocking her body against it. I listen to her breathing, feeling the jolts of her body make as I hit a sensitive spot and refuse to move. Mona flicks her tongue on my cock, trying her best to ruin my concentration on making Isla cum. 

Mona lets go of me, stands, passionately kisses Isla, then says, “Sit. I want Isla to have a turn with you.” 

I oblige, sitting down as Isla sits between my legs. She cups my balls, then caresses the side of my dick with her large smooth lips. Mona sits next to me, watching, moaning softly. I watch her tug at her nipples and stroke herself as Isla bobs up and down in my lap. The struggle begins. Mona already got me going, doing her best to not set me off. The visual of watching Mona pleasure herself and Isla sucking my dick overwhelms me more. I feel a rising pressure, close my eyes and try to think of something else. Isla tastes my losing battle and moans with delight. 

“Hold on, stop,” I plead. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

Mona laughs. “Do you now? Afraid it will all be over?” She kisses my cheek, saying, “We’re just getting started.”

Isla mumbles something. She stops sucking with an exaggerated pop, stroking my dick as she talks, telling me, “I want you to cum. You can cum in my mouth or on my tits. Your choice.”

Mona asks me, “Do you want to do that?” She reaches over to me and joins Isla in trying to get me off. “Do you want both of us to make you cum?”

“What about you two?” I ask them, trying my best to work through the intense sensation building in my body. I don’t want to leave them out and I feel selfish. I don’t feel like I have done much and I want to do more.

“There’s plenty of time for us,” Isla says as she kisses the head of my cock. “You need, like, what, fifteen minutes or so to reload? There are plenty of other things we can do in the meantime. You can do whatever you want to us until you're ready again?”

Mona agrees as she moves next to Isla. “Stand up so we can both play.” She offers.

“I want him to cum in my mouth. I want to taste him,” Isla begs Mona as I stand.

Mona takes my dick and swirls her tongue around it. “Okay,” she says as she looks up at me. “You let me know when you are ready, and I will let her finish you.”

I nod as Mona takes my entire dick into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. I moan, feeling the tightness, the pulsing inside. “Oh, shit.” I watch Isla reach behind Mona, running her finger across Mona’s anus. Mona increases her speed. She gets sloppy and I love every second. I feel my body melt into an unreal sense of pleasure. I nearly lose control as my legs start shaking, wanting to drop to my knees. Mona tells me a mumbled ‘no’ as she grabs my ass and shoves my dick deep into her throat. 

“Okay, okay, okay, I’m close.” I announce as my climax approaches blazingly fast. 

Mona massages my balls as Isla takes over. She teases me at first with her tongue, then sucks hard on my tip, running her tongue around me. She opens her mouth and taps me on her tongue as Mona reaches between her own legs and furiously sends Isla to the edge of her own climax. 

“Oh shit, Mona, it’s not fair,” Isla tells Mona. 

Mona says, “Yes it is. I enjoy making you lose control.”Isla looks me in the eye, her blue eyes pleading for me to give her what she wants. Isla begs, “I want you to fucking cum.” She sucks, then stops, begging, “Give it to me, please. I want all of it.” Isla returns to sucking. I feel myself throb, trying my best to hesitate a bit longer so I can enjoy the ecstasy of the moment. Suddenly, Isla let go of me, screaming with pleasure as Mona sends her into an explosive orgasm. 

I feel myself on the brink of exploding as Isla quickly strokes the head of my cock. I tell her, “I’m going to cum, holy shit.” 

Mona pushes her finger against my anus as Isla rapidly jacks me off, her mouth open, tongue out, telling me, “All of it, I want all of it. Cum for me. Give me everything.”

I release what feels like months of pressure. Intense jolts of joy and euphoria shoot through my body. Isla’s lips surround the head of my penis as I cum. She sucks harder, moaning loudly, the vibrations sending me over an edge I never felt before. My knees go weak as Isla continues to drain every drop from me. Mona massages my balls, coaxing everything to be ejected into Isla’s eager mouth. 

“Hmm,” Isla says as she releases me from the wonderful torment. “That was good.”

Mona stands, picking up her wine. She gestures towards the pool. “Shall we soak for a bit until you recover?”

Isla wipes the side of her mouth and walks towards the pool. She stands next to Mona and gestures seductively.“Sure,” I say, trying to catch my breath. “I would like to return the pleasure.” I point at Mona, declaring, “Starting with you. I have some ideas.”

Mona smiles, telling me, “I can’t wait.”