The passenger liner, which seemed to be a black dot against the background of cumulus clouds that hung over the water surface with intricate locks, after a few minutes turned into a silver bird clearly visible against the sky. Having made a circle over an island lost in the ocean, he went to land and smoothly touched the ground, rolling along the runway quenching speed. The last, sixth charter flight in a day arrived on “Island of Desires”, bringing in its womb a little more than two hundred representatives of the fair sex, who chose this resort for a monthly rest. Cheers and applause resounded in the cabin.

The small terminal building, combined with the command and control center, was not designed to receive a large number of passengers, so several buses were sent directly to the airfield. Immediately, without waiting for the plane to be in the parking lot, they began to unload luggage.

The commander of the crew, apparently a great lover of the female, smiling, said goodbye to the ladies standing at the exit, sometimes managing to kiss the handles and make fleeting compliments. Carefully mowing his eyes, the experienced man had time to assess the exciting outlines of the passenger sirloin parts descending the ladder. I must say, many of them, mostly belonging to women after 35, were just in his taste! The priests, who have not yet lost their form, have already gained a little bit of mature gravity, the soft halves of which are so pleasantly moved apart gently, feeling their mistress tremble in anticipation. He did not overlook the appetizing melons of the breasts, swaying in time with the pace of their carriers. The half-stressed member of the man accompanied every pretty lady with sweet desires. This woman's flower garden made him big today! Each of the beautiful women exuded a hidden desire, and the whole plane smelled of expensive perfume. He had never had such a flight! "Is the conference something kind of female or is it some kind of special resort for women?" He wondered. In favor of the latest version said that the airliner was filled with passengers only two-thirds, and the rest of the flight weight was impressive luggage of ladies.

In the meantime, having left the airliner’s cabin after a long flight, the women enjoyed the fresh air. They wandered around the strip looking at the surrounding landscape and were in no hurry to change one enclosed space for another after hours of flying. I had to make a few announcements before the mass landing began. Finally, the turmoil gradually subsided, and all the ladies sat in their places. Buses set off and one by one passed the checkpoint with the sentry and automatic sliding gates separating the airport's protected area from the tourist part of the island.

Initially, a narrow asphalt road went through a subtropical forest, but then buildings began to appear on the sides. Up along the gentle slope of an extinct volcano, toy houses and guest houses were scattered. The neat tracks laid with colored tiles, surrounded by blooming flower beds, created a romantic and at the same time orderly look. Soon the buses drove into the sports and recreation area, where a large water park occupied the dominant place, with cascades of open-air swimming pools located at different levels and lots of colored pipes for rides in water streams.Along the road stretched a series of tennis courts and athletic fields with various simulators. Just below the slope one could discern a covered dance floor with rows of columns and spotlights. To the left was a green strip of forest and a view of the endless ocean, with a low, already ready to fall beyond the horizon sun.

Women gazing at the windows indulging in exciting thoughts. Advertisment of the resort promised acquaintance and pleasant rest with young people. Concern about what is actually waiting for them in this mysterious place has already made itself felt. Smiling boys from glossy avenues should soon turn into real young men, with whom they were to have completely non-platonic relations.

In order not to create unnecessary excitement and receive less reproaches from moral guards, the Islands of Desires advertising company was conducted very purposefully: in women's fitness clubs and spas, expensive hairdressing salons, in cinemas after melodramas, in the departments of perfumery and women's underwear centers and other places visited by women. Small advertisements with a request to fill out a questionnaire on one of the Internet sites for more information were handed out exclusively to the hands of attractive women who looked beyond the 30-year threshold. It was difficult to understand what really stands behind phrases like “To regain youth” or “Fulfill a cherished dream.” However, skillfully composed text and glossy pictures on which mature women were depicted next to beautiful young men did their work.

Fill out the questionnaire and pass the first stage of the competition by mail sent a more detailed glossy booklet on thirty pages, where in the most attractive form, telling about the rest on the “Island of Desires”. Advertising tourist sites interspersed with scenes from an imaginary holiday. For example, one of them is a romantic brunette under forty in a long tight-fitting dress and wide-brimmed hat walking along a park alley with a handsome young man, almost a boy, who was hugging her around the waist. The caption “All ages are submissive to love!” Made the image extremely piquant. On another page, two slender ladies with large breasts reclined on beach loungers after bathing, and muscular, smiling young men massaged them. The composition of the photo, the author of which was a good professional, unwittingly forced to focus on swimming trunks of the young people, who, apparently, hid their impressive size men's economy. The inscription in the left corner on the background of the blue ocean "Take life from the full!", Hinted at what other ladies can use other than massage. Another photo showed a bike ride. A skater woman, slightly over thirty, sitting on a bicycle with a sly smile, bending her waist, showed her strong ass, whose halves invisibly spread to the sides. Two young men riding behind the carnivora gnawed at this ripe peach, covered with a thin cloth tights with no signs of underwear.

After viewing the advertisement, even those women who did not doubt their decency began to have various thoughts that they unsuccessfully tried to drive away from themselves! They closed the booklet with the intention of never looking at it again. But releasing vagina lubrication against their will, hardening and becoming sensitive nipples and sweet languor in the clitoris, forced them to reopen the pages of the vicious gloss and study it in detail.

Anticipating the moral anguish of the aspirants, the advertisements contained many articles which argued that a woman at any age has the right to all the pleasures that this world can provide. They, who for so many years have given themselves to family, work, and social activities, have the right to receive what they desire in secret. The slogan “You deserve it!” Was the main leitmotif of this piece of advertising art.

And then, plucking up courage, they filled out a second, more detailed and frank questionnaire on the Internet with trembling fingers, at the same time fearing how to receive an invitation or refuse.

Not all the ladies who were eager to get to the wonderful island were lucky. Firstly, the cost of monthly vouchers was high enough, and secondly, in order to receive an invitation, it was necessary to pass an interview. Only applicants with a good figure, pleasant appearance and a sufficient cultural level were in the competition. But there were enough applicants for the selection, and the organizers sold more than 1,200 vouchers for the first round. More has been reserved for the following! Even the most courageous calculations ...