Agatha Allbut & The Bimbo Squad Ch 04 Vacation

Authors Note:

This is a long story, containing 10 chapters, a prologue, and an epilogue. All chapters have been written and will be posted as the prior one is approved.

The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77!

Warning:

This story contains adult content including This story contains ENF, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and vanilla sex. If this is not your type of smut please find another story.

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“Did you bring a bikini?” Lars asked as he handed their tickets to the gate agent.

Aggie laughed, unconsciously grabbing his hand so tight that her knuckles went white. “You know I don’t own one,” she said, smiling at him, “but if you buy me one, that’s not a thong or ultra-tiny, I just might wear it.” Lars smiled at her and kissed her forehead as they walked onto the ramp leading to the Air Canada Jet 2 Airbus A321.

Aggie understood the physics of flight, and the safety statistics regarding accidents, but ever since her Grandparents had died in a plane crash, she hated the thought of flying, and was borderline aerophobic. When Lars told her they would be flying to the Caribbean, Aggie was filled with dread. She wanted to make him happy because ever since that night in the hotel Lars stopped asking her to do the weird kinky shit he liked. She decided that to thank him she would swallow her fear, and join him in to fly the friendly skies.

She had a death grip on Lars as she walked on unsteady legs onto the aircraft. She had researched Air Canada, and this model plane, and found that Air Canada was one of the ten safest airlines in the world, and the A321 had only one fatal crash. That plane was owned by a Russian Airline with one of the worst safety ratings in the world. Despite her fear, she was slightly reassured by the numbers. They had never let her down.

Once they were in their seats, Agatha closed her eyes and thought back to her conversation with Dr. Monroe last week when she knew she had to fly. That chat and his tips did alleviate her fears, but she was still more than a little anxious. The plane started moving again, and Aggie closed her eyes, not opening them until her ears started to pop as they flew up into the clouds.( ¥ ) ( ¥ ) ( ¥ )

The flight was uneventful, and the plane landed with a thump five minutes ahead of schedule. Aggie was grateful to be on the ground again and even happier that he never mentioned the mile high club.

Lars looked over, and kissed her, as the doors opened, and passengers deplaned. Aggie stood up, stretched, and kissed Lars, feeling excited to be on vacation with him. She had convinced herself that this was a dress rehearsal for their honeymoon and bought some very white, very innocent, very sexy lingerie for their first night. It was diaphanous, and mimicked a wedding dress, right down to the veil. Aggie couldn’t wait to get to their room and have her man all to herself.

Lars led Aggie through the airport to the pick-up area. Lars pointed to a tall, handsome black man wearing a chauffeur’s uniform, holding a sign with his name on it. As they approached the man he smiled, “Welcome back Mr. Hardy.”

“Hi, Chester, how are you?” Lars asked, shaking his hand. “This is my girlfriend Aggie, it’s her first time.”

“I’m sure she’ll love it,” he said, nodding at the young woman as he took their luggage, and put it in the trunk before opening the back door for them. They drove for about half an hour, pulling up to a large fence with a gate that opened automatically. The car drove up a long, winding, secluded driveway, coming to a stop under a large ornate portico.

Aggie and Lars entered the lobby, hand in hand, and headed toward the front desk. Suddenly, Lars was jerked to a stop. Glancing at Aggie he saw she was frozen in place, her mouth hanging to the floor, and her eyes as wide as saucers.

“Are you okay,” he asked her.

“Those … the people … their umm uhh they’re na … na … naked,” Aggie whispered to him in shock and confusion.

“Of course they are. This is a clothing-optional resort,” Lars replied reasonably.

“A … a … a what,” Aggie stammered, as she watched an elderly couple strolling hand in hand through the lobby, and into the gift shop, with nothing covering their wrinkled old skin.

“A clothing optional resort,” Lars said, enunciating each word.

Aggie spun around and glared at Lars. “You expect me to walk around naked! In front of strangers! I bet you even thought I would fuck you in front of some asshole jocks so you could high five each other, right!” Aggie hissed at him.

“No … no, nothing like that,” Lars said defensively, “I was hoping to show you that people can enjoy their bodies and that spending a little time around people comfortable in their skin would help you reduce your inhibitions, and make you curious. Besides, there’s no sex allowed in public. You don’t have to ever be naked. You can wear whatever you want. No one will judge you.”

Aggie glared at Lars, remaining silent. Lars stood still, uncertain of what else he could say. He knew it was a huge risk bringing Aggie here, without warning her. But like his parents always told him, “the bigger the risk, the bigger the reward.”

After several minutes, Aggie exhaled hard, and snarled, “get me into a room, any room, right FUCKING NOW!”

Lars hurried over to the desk and registered. He scooped up the two key cards and led Aggie up to their room. As they got on the elevator Lars tried to take Aggie’s hand, but she pulled away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. Her anger was palpable in the elevator, and Lars had no idea what to say to fix his error in judgment. As the doors began to shut, a male voice shouted, “hold it please!”

Without thinking, Aggie put her arm between the doors stopping them from closing. When the man walked onto the elevator Aggie gasped in shock as a huge, ebony man, wearing only what he was born with and a light sheen of sweat, stepped onto the elevator.

“Hi, I’m Muhunnad,” he says holding his hand out to Aggie.

“I’m Lars, nice to meet you. This is my girlfriend Aggie,” Lars said, taking the giant’s hand, as Aggie stood there frozen, her mouth agape as her eyes followed the largest, and thickest cock she’d ever seen as it pendulated across his muscular thighs.

Muhunnad winked at Lars. “First time,” he asked, nodding at Aggie who eyes had stopped swinging to and fro and locked on his apple-sized scrotum hanging low from his crotch, as the elevator rose.

“Hers, yes. Mine no,” Lars replied, smiling inwardly, hoping this would be the icebreaker Aggie needed to cool down and enjoy their time together at the resort.

“You kids have fun,” Muhunnad said as the elevator dinged. “This is where I get off.” Aggie took a step back, afraid of his meaning. Lars chuckled at the look of horror and desire on her face. When the doors opened, Muhunnad stepped off and waved making his equipment sway harder. As the doors closed again, he called out, “I hope to see you around.”

When the elevator got to their floor, Lars led Aggie to their room. Aggie began to unpack, ignoring Lars completely. Once her clothes were put away, she picked up the remote and turned on the TV flicking through the channels until she found a Keeping Up With the Kardashians marathon, she left it on, not because she liked it, but because she knew Lars hated it.

After letting her stew in silence, for almost an hour, Lars asked: “Do you want something to eat?”

Without any indication that she’d heard him speak, Aggie picked up the phone and dialed room service. “This is room nine-six-nine. I would like to order dinner. Please send up a chief salad with an Italian vinaigrette dressing, a club sandwich on whole wheat, and a pitcher of pineapple juice.”

When Aggie started to order, Lars stepped closer to her. “I’d like a shrimp cocktail, and the surf, and turf with a Baltic Porter.”

Aggie looked Lars dead in the eye, and with an icy fury in her voice, clearly, and distinctly said, “No, nothing else. Nothing! At! All! Thank you.” Then placing the handset on the receiver. Lars threw himself on the couch and watched her lay on the bed and stare at the TV. They both remained motionless until room service knocked on the door. He walked over to the door, threw it open, and stormed out.

The attendant rolled in the cart, “Just leave it,” Aggie said as she signed the bill.

As soon as the door closed, Aggie began to cry.