Part 2

At the airport, we got things, went through customs, met Mikhail at the exit. He took all the bags from Dasha, like, “this is not a woman's business,” and brought us to a minivan that was waiting for him, and he brought us to the hotel without any problems.

"Orgasmus" was a luxury hotel with a huge territory and a long beach. The territory was divided into sectors, and at each group the animators simultaneously held their events - games, contests, sports events, dance training, water aerobics, water activities ... We settled in a bungalow in the Relax complex - a secluded area located in a grove of its pools away from loud music and public events, but also close to the ocean coast. Michael also stopped in a bungalow, but in the complex "Joy", next to a disco and bars.

I noticed that thirty percent of the rest are black, and nowhere could be heard the Russian language. The hotel was surprised by the abundance of topless girls, not only on the beach, but also on the territory. They participated in competitions, swam in the pool or just walked, delighting the eyes of men with an even tan throughout the body. Also met and completely naked girls and men, especially strikingly at first looked stripped in love couples who walked by the hand or kissed. Moreover, it was perceived by all the tourists quite naturally, and the trained staff only smiled affably. A few hours later, my eyes got used to this picture, and I calmly reacted to the next types of pubes or male penises - they somehow fit very organically into this unbridled atmosphere of general merriment, when the air is filled with positive emotions, festive mood, sex and love . And you, without even noticing it, start to smile to everyone and everyone, to the whole world, and enjoy life. It feels like you're in heaven. I looked at Dasha, with whom we walked from the restaurant to the beach - she also smiled, which means she felt the same way.

“How good it is here,” I drawled.

- Yes, - my wife easily agreed, - At first it seemed to me wild, but now ... Unusually, not like everywhere ... Here you feel keenly that you are at the resort, on vacation - everything is so exotic ... But we don't have to undress, right?

- Obligatory is not here. Are you shy?

- Yah...

“Your case, as you like,” as Mikhail recommended, I answered indifferently, without becoming insisting that my wife sunbathe nude.

And after a while Dasha herself returned to this topic:

- Would you not be jealous of me if I sunbathed topless, and other men would look at me?

It worked! As Michael said, she will think about it, if I do not frighten her with perseverance:

- Will men be watching you? - I grinned, - Oh, come on! Nobody cares about us here, look - there are so many naked beauties around, and no one stares at them ...

- Ah, so mean some beautiful women? - the provocation invented by Mikhail was a success, - And they won't look at me, will they?

- Well, I didn't mean to offend you ...

- Well, let's see, will stare at me or not, I'll arrange it for you! - Dasha from internal contradictions decided to act in spite of me, and on the beach took off her swimsuit bra. True, she immediately fell on her stomach, but for some seconds she appeared naked before everyone:

- Take the sun lotion out of your bag, or I'll burn it on the very first day ...

I rummaged in my bag and did not find him there, because according to the plan, I had to forget it in the room:

- Oh, I think I forgot it in the room ...

- Forgot? I reminded you!

- I guess I left it on the nightstand ... Okay, I'm going to the room right now, I'll bring it.

But I did not have time to move away, as Michael pulled up his sunbed to us:

- Can I go with you?

For a few seconds, speechlessness was lost, not only for Dasha, but for me too - Michael was absolutely naked! Compared to my loose, pale body, he looked like Mr. Universe. On his broader shoulder was a tattoo - a graceful monogram of the letter “M” with a Gothic ornament (“M” is, apparently, Michael: yes, he knows his own worth and loves himself). His athletic figure was complemented by an even bronze tan all over his body - both on the muscular chest and on the relief biceps ... And under the cubes of his stomach hung a big ... no, a huge dick. Not even a member, but a thick hose! And I saw Dasha, raising her eyes to Michael, lingered for a few seconds on the penis, which was at her arm's length:

- Yes, Michael ... - she swallowed, - Of course, you can ...

He began to busily stretch the beach towel on the sunbed mattress, and I told him:

“I’ll go to my room for a couple of minutes now, otherwise I forgot the sun lotion ...”

- Lotion? And I have, so this is not a problem.

- But I use only one company, it is unlikely that you have ... - and then Dasha faltered when she saw that Michael had the same lotion in her hands, like hers, - Do you have the same? Wow...

- That is, this one will suit you?

“Yes, of course,” it is clear that Dasha was confused both from the body of Mikhail and the size of his outstanding dignity, and then he also pleased her with the lotion, therefore, when he, with his usual ease, offered to help spread her back, just answered:

- Of course, thank you very much ...

I lay down on my lounger and began to squint as Michael smeared lotion over Dasha's body. I saw how my wife got tense at the first touches of another man to her, who also sometimes “accidentally” touched her body slightly with her dick. The movements of his hands were sure, but at the same time he did his job carefully, but without the slightest sign of eroticism. And my wife relaxed in a few seconds. Having covered her back and legs with lotion, Mikhail asked her briskly:

- Tummy themselves smear or help?

And my wife did not immediately answer, that is, she thought before answering, which means she also allowed another answer:

“No, thank you, you are very kind, and so on,” she took the lotion from his hands, and after hesitating a second, turned over onto her back, sat down and began to smear herself with lotion, opening her chest for everyone to see. Approximately, I imagined what was happening inside her, how she struggled with a sense of shame and embarrassment that appeared topless in front of unfamiliar men. But a minute passed, and the end of the world did not happen, no one poked her fingers in her direction, no one even turned her head, life went on as usual. And Michael lay down on a lounger and pointedly opened the book, delving into reading. Dasha was expecting a disaster, but she did not happen. But such a complete disregard for her act (and for her it was, of course, an act) did not suit her either. Therefore, after some time, she straightened up and began to spread lotion over her body more slowly, more thoroughly, more defiantly. And again, no reaction, and Michael turned the page of his book. Dasha, she was no longer hiding, but straightening up in full growth, she offered him a lotion, apparently expecting that he would now sharpen her eyes on her body, seeing how good her breasts were:

- Thank you, Michael ...

“To my health,” he answered with calm politeness, not hiding his eyes, but not keeping him on my wife for a single extra second, as if she was fully dressed.

I saw that Dasha was lying on a lounger in disheveled feelings, and this time she lay not on her back, but on her stomach. Minutes stretched, it is clear that different feelings were fighting in her soul, and she found nothing better than to ask Michael:

- Michael, what are you reading?

Mikhail called the book, and my wife exclaimed:

- This is my favorite author! And you read it ...

Mikhail pulled away from the book, and they began to gab about the works of this author, who (by "coincidence", of course) was interested in Michael. At the same time, my wife was no longer embarrassed by her nudity, and Mikhail, having regrouped in half turn to her, paraded his manhood. But the conversation was about books, ...