The Resort Pt. 02

Rachel's Odyssey Continues

Rachel sat down in Carla's stylist chair still slightly wet from taking a long and soothing shower. She looked at herself in the mirror and stared into her own eyes seemingly lost in deep thought as her hair was cut and teased. She was feeling a little tired, and her breathing was slow and relaxed.

"What length are you more comfortable with; short or long?" Carla asked while running her hands through Rachel's thick brown locks.

"I would like to keep the length long, but I am up for any style you think fits me."

"Ok great. I'll come up with something you will love."

Rachel sat quietly as she stared intently at herself in the mirror. Her head was still spinning from the day's events which had her seriously questioning her own feelings and values.

"How could I have done that to Tim?" She sat pondering her own actions.

The question had her feeling mixed emotions. On one hand she couldn't help but grin. She had never been wild or daring as she was during her massage, and it felt good to finally act a little crazy for once in her life.

But on the other hand she was not a dishonest person. She prided herself on being a loyal and faithful wife, and was very worried about what this meant for her marriage.

She took in a long and deep breath that was brought on by her feeling a bit frustrated with the situation she had put herself in.

"Is everything alright Madam?" Carla questioned her feeling something might be wrong.

"No I'm fine. I'm still tired from the travel."

"I get it. By the time your trip is over you will need a vacation from your vacation." The young stylist laughed.

Carla cut and shaped Rachel's hair to perfection. She expertly applied some make-up to her smooth pale skin that would be barely noticeable to an untrained eye; and a perfect fit for this tropical island climate.

"Ok it's time to head over to wardrobe." She said as she finished up with the last touches to Rachel's flawless face.

They both walked together into the room next door. The sizable space contained wall to wall dresses all wrapped in clear plastic. Rachel thought it resembled a stock room at some high end retail outlet.

"Are all these all new?"

"That they are." Carla responded with a big smile.

"What do you do with the dresses once they are returned?"

"Returned?...Whatever you pick is yours to keep. There is not a dress in here that would sell for less than $1000 in any department store. Come, have a look and pick one out you like."

Rachel strolled past the impressive assortment of garments, occasionally pulling one out to get a better look.

"I'm thinking for you we might do something simple and form fitting. You have beautiful body, and I want to show it off. What's your feeling on a strapless all white cocktail dress that stops before the knee?" Carla stated while removing a freshly picked garment from a nearby rack and holding it up so Rachel could get a better look.

Rachel was semi-pre occupied in her own thoughts and did not immediately answer.

"Are you ok Madam?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine." she responded half heartedly.

"I will leave it entirely up to you"

"Ok great." Carla gleefully responded as she pulled three white cocktail dresses from the rack, removing the clear plastic from each before handing them to her.

Rachel took hold of the outfits, along with a new package of underwear, bra, and open toed strapped heels that Carla had previously set aside.

She took hold of everything and went into the changing room to try on. She removed the thick robe she wore during her makeover and stood naked in front of the full size mirror that was in her stall.

Looking at her naked body she noticed some red marks on her thighs and neck, and then turned to look at her ass which still was a bright shade of pink from her earlier spanking.

"Shit" She whispered out loud after noticing what looked to be small bite marks on her neck, and figured she was going to probably have to explain them to Tim.

"Whatever, I'll make something up." She thought while holding up the first dress against her body and looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"This one will do nicely."

She slipped the strapless bra over her full breasts and tucked her large mounds into the cups. The bra was a white strapless underwire that propped up her full 36 D breasts nicely.

"Wow, this shows a lot of cleavage." She said quietly as she tugged and adjusted the bra into place.

She then reached down and pulled up the matching g-string and slid the lacy material up and over her round hips. She shifted her weight slightly as she glided the string comfortably between her round cheeks.

She again took a good look in the mirror and couldn't help but feel sexy. Her hair and make-up were expertly done, and the sexy lingerie she was wearing made her look amazing.

Lastly, she took the dress and held it over her head before sliding it down over her curvy frame. After a few adjustments she put on her shoes and took another look at herself, loving the way she looked.

Rachel still was fighting her own feelings of guilt, which was putting a damper on her enjoying all this pampering.

"Ok, girl, you need to stop this shit now. This is just going to be one of those secrets you are going to have to take to your grave. Put it aside now and spend the next nine days having fun with Tim."

She was desperately trying to reason with herself in an effort to put the whole thing behind her. She made the decision that she was going to write this incident off in her mind as her having one lapse in judgment, or just getting crazy one time in her life. Tim was her husband, and she loved him; but most of all he never needed to find out.

The plan was for her to meet him at the restaurant. He was probably already back from his trip, and in all likelihood was getting ready back at their villa.

She felt a sense of relief that they would not be entirely alone at first. She really had no idea how she would react once she saw him. She knew that when he asked her about the massage she was going to have to make up a story on the fly, being she hadn't had time to rehearse anything in her mind.

It was 6:00 pm and Rachel arrived at restaurant shortly after Tim as planned. She was greeted at the door by the Manager from the night before who stood warmly smiling.

"Good evening Madam. Your husband is already seated and I will escort you to the table. Personally it's my favorite dining spot in the whole resort being it looks directly out to the ocean.

Before we enter may I say you look exquisite" The Manager stated with a big smile as he held the door open for her to enter.

"Thank you so much. That is so nice of you to say." Rachel graciously responded while offering him a big smile back.

She was starting to feel a bit more relaxed. She felt so sexy that it was keeping her mind off any awkwardness she thought she was going to feel when she eventually saw Tim, as well as her hoping he might be too distracted by her beauty to really care how her day went.

"Right this way Madam." The Manager said while waving his arm toward the dining area.

Rachel stepped into the front door and scanned the tables for Tim but did not immediately see him.

Her body swayed perfectly inside the fabric of her skin tight dress as she followed the Manager through the crowded dining area. Her large breasts were peaking out of the top of the garment tastefully exposing her beautiful full cleavage. The hemline of the dress stretched tightly over her beautiful round buttocks stopping at her mid thigh. The heels she wore rounded out this outfit perfectly and showed off her long toned legs and bubble ass with every sensual step she took.

She couldn't help noticing all the admiring glances she was getting from both the male and female patrons. She even watched as a man's wife give her husband a playful slap on his arm after seeing him stair at her ass as she walked past.

Tim stood up as she approached the table and reached for her hand.

"You look stunning hon." The words immediately left his mouth as he leaned in to give her a soft kiss on her cheek.

Rachel just smiled as she sat in the chair he had gentlemanly pulled out for her.

"So how was it?" Rachel asked, trying to keep the conversation on him.

Tim spent the next fifteen minutes or so explaining how exciting his day was. He talked about the Swordfish he helped bring in, and how nice all of the expert equipment he was able to use was. He told her the chef was now preparing the Swordfish he caught for their dinner.

She continued to listen as he went on and on about how beautiful the boat was, and how great the lunch was that the onboard chef prepared.

Rachel tried to seem interested but was only half listening. She was looking straight at him while nodding and smiling when she suddenly became distracted by loud laughter coming from a nearby table.

"That the owners table." Tim said, noticing her attention was shifted to the sound of the laughter.

"Which person is it?" She asked while scanning the twenty or so people seated just a few feet away.

"I don't know but don't stare."

"You're the one spinning your head around. I'm facing them." She said with a smile.

She scanned the twenty or so diners and was startled to see her masseuse Rob among the seated guests.

He looked over at her and their eyes met. He then offered her a big smile which caused her to immediately look away.

"Oh no." She thought.

"What's the matter babe?" Tim said as he looked over his shoulder to the owners table to see what brought on her obvious upset reaction.

"What...What do you mean?" She said while stuttering slightly.

"I thought I saw you frown or look surprised"

"Surprised about what? I did not make a face." She abruptly replied.

"Ok, whatever." He replied, slightly annoyed by her moody reaction while rolling his eyes.

"I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

Rachel again looked over at the table trying to do her best not to look in Rob's direction. She scanned the remaining men and surmised the older gentleman that sat at one end of the table must be the owner. He was the best dressed of the bunch and looked like he had money. Plus he seemed to be the center of attention, and the one with the hearty laugh.

Rachel couldn't help herself and again looked towards Rob. He was already staring at her with their eyes meeting each others for a moment. He then slightly motioned his raised glass to her but she did not respond and quickly looked away.

Tim returned as the food arrived and sat down to eat.

"So how was your massage?" He asked.

"It was ok. It wasn't that long. I just spent most of the day lying on the beach." She said in a dismissive manner.

"On the beach? No offence hon, but your still white as a freaking ghost." He said while looking at her with a quizzical look on his face.

What's that on your neck? It looks like a bite mark or something?" He questioned her, but not really believing it was.

"I didn't want to get burned so early in the trip, so I pounded on the lotion and laid down under an umbrella all day." She explained while feeling a jolt of fear rush through her body.

"I think I was allergic to the stuff though."

"What do you mean?"

"I was scratching myself after a few hours of wearing it." She said while running her hands over her neck as a way to explain it away.

"What the hell Rach?" She thought to herself feeling like she almost blew it.

They both enjoyed their meals but Tim felt that there was something wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it but felt a slight coldness to her demeanor. They were getting along just fine; but he was getting the feeling she wasn't all that happy to see him.

"Maybe she is just tired." He thought feeling frustrated.

"Is everything alright? You have been acting a little strange." He said as he took a swig of the red wine he was holding in his hand.

"I'm just a little tired but nothing is wrong."

Just then the waiter appeared holding an envelope.

"Sir, I was told to give this to you by our owner Mr. Henry." The waiter said while handing the envelope over to Tim with a smile on his face.

Tim opened up the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. He was reading it when he looked at Rachel with a "maybe" kind of expression on his face.

"What is it?"

"It's an invitation to a private house party at his mansion." He stated with one eyebrow slightly raised.

"It says to dress casual, and be ready by 9:30 pm. They will send a car to pick us up and bring us to the party and back home whenever we want."

"What do you think, do you want to go?" He asked her with an expression as if he was up for it.

Before Rachel could answer she heard another loud noise coming from the owners table and saw the older gentleman she was sizing up as the possible owner holding up a glass toward them.

"We will see you kids' later right? Bring your bathing suits!" He stated as a few of the other table occupants joined in with an enthusiastic "See you there!"

Rachel quickly scanned the table looking for Rob but he was no longer there. She had not seen him get up but was very worried that he might be at the party. She really wanted to put this episode behind her and spend some time with Tim tonight, and was in no mood for any party.

"I don't know Tim; I think I want to take it easy tonight." She stated while reaching her hand forward to touch his arm.

"Take it easy? Are you crazy?" He playfully relied.

"Did we go on vacation to take it easy? We are only here one day and I can't believe how great this has been." He said as if already having made up his own mind.

"I admit I can't wait to get you alone, but we have all night. Come on, this will be a great night for us." He eagerly went on.

"Ok honey, let's go." She responded half heartedly while pulling her hand back from his arm.

They both finished their dinner and took the short walk hand in hand back to their villa. Tim couldn't stop complimenting her while occasionally letting his hands drift over the material covering her round ass as they walked.

He now was starting to regret his decision to go to the party. He kept thinking about how beautiful she looked and not wanting to wait to take that dress off her and make passionate love to his stunning wife.

He looked at the time and saw they only had a few minutes to change. They both scurried around the villa removing different clothing items from their respective suitcases trying to decide what to wear.

Rachel went for more comfort then style. She picked black bikini bottoms to go along with a form fitting black sarong skirt that went mid thigh. She also wore a matching black bikini top with a white shear button down shirt over it, leaving all the buttons undone with the fabric knotted at the bottom exposing her flat stomach and ample cleavage. She finished off her outfit with open toed sandals with a medium heel. She left her hair and makeup as is, still looking exquisite from her makeover.

"The car is here hon." Tim stated while looking out the front window of the villa.

The drive to the mansion was short and took no more than ten minutes. They both engaged in idle chit chat while looking out the window watching the palm trees blow from the strong breeze that was now permeating the island.

"I heard some guys on the boat talking. This place is supposed to be over 15,000 square feet, and have over 20 bedrooms." Tim whispered to Rachel who was looking away from him out the opposite window.

"Twenty bedrooms? Why would anyone would need that many?"

Tim just shrugged his shoulders and grinned.

The driver began to slow down and then turned the car onto a non-descript road. He drove up the long and winding unpaved path before pulling up to two iron gates that stood at the front entrance of the property. He reached out of his window and hit a button on the call box identifying himself when the iron gates began to open slowly. The car passed through and proceeded up the long driveway to the main house entrance.

"Wow, would you look at that!" Tim said as the home came into view and the car came to a stop.

Rachel looked out the window to take it all in but did not say anything as they exited the vehicle.

He reached for her hand and they proceeded up the driveway to the rear of a small line of people waiting to get into the mansion.

They could hear loud Reggae music coming from the back of the home, plus what seemed to be a lively crowd both inside and out milling around.

There was a strong odor of marijuana evident which made both of them laugh as they simultaneously realized what it was.

"Looks like this place is rocking!" He excitedly exclaimed.

"Come on, let go in." He said while pulling her by the hand up the stairs to the front door of the residence.

The couple was greeted at the door by a smiling Miss Leona which made Rachel feel uncomfortable.

"Does she know what happened?" She thought in a semi-panic that was disguised by her fake smile.

"Hello Lady Rachel. It's so nice to see you again. Did you enjoy your massage today?" Miss Leona asked with no hint either way if the question was genuine or mocking.

"Yes it was good." She sheepishly relied.

"Did you bring your invitation?"

Just then Tim started fumbling through his pockets, and looked over at Rachel.

"Oh man, I think we left it at the room but I can assure you we were invited."

"That's not a problem. I'll let Mr. Henry know you are here. Go and make yourself comfortable and have a drink. There is a spread of food in the kitchen, along with multiple bars set up throughout the house. Mr. Henry has one rule when visiting his mansion." Miss Leona said while smiling.

"What's that?" Tim spoke up.

"Simple, he insists that you leave your worries at the door, and let loose and have fun! After all, you are on vacation!" She said while offering another warm smile.

"There is no place in the home that are off limits except parts of the third floor. That is Mr. Henry's living quarters. Fear not though. There are over 20 bedrooms in the mansion. If you are tired or feel like you might want to stay overnight, go right ahead and make use of them."

Miss Leona finished talking as she motioned for them to move forward so she can greet the next person coming in.

"How do you know her?" Tim asked.

"She was the woman who set me up for my massage."

"I still want to hear about your day. You haven't told me much of anything. You can tell me, or better yet you can show me when we are in bed later just how a professional massage is actually is done." He said to her with a flirty smile.

Rachel just squeezed his arm and smiled back.

She and Tim did as Miss Leona had said. They ate, danced, drank, and explored the grounds.

Rachel did not want to go in the pool because she wanted to hang on to the last few hours of her makeover. She still was noticing all of the male attention and looks she was getting, and couldn't help feeling very sexy.

"Hon...Have you tried this red punch that is coming out of the ice sculpture? It's incredible. They say it's spiked with alcohol, but I don't know what kind. Try some, you can't even taste it." Tim said while handing her a glass.

Rachel took a big gulp and immediately spoke up as if confused.

"This is the same punch I had during the massage."

"Huh?" Tim said with one eyebrow raised.

"Don't you think it is kind of weird that alcoholic drinks were served during a massage?" He asked, but not seeming to be too concerned.

She just shrugged her shoulders.

"Was alcohol in those drinks?" The thought crossed her mind as her instincts seemingly started to kick in.

They walked around the house hand in hand admiring its beauty. The house had similar features as the spa room, with high end statues and tile work in every nook and cranny of the palatial space.