Chapter 1

10:45 AM Tuesday

The azure sea was sparkling calm and flat at the honeymoon resort in Puntarenas, Costa Rica as Mark looked over the pool through his telescope. The dark-haired girl with the fantastic body he was watching was climbing out of the pool and waked to a deck chair then leaned over-exposing most of her huge breasts to him before sprawling out in indolent repose, in the deck chair. The white bikini she wore seemed molded to her body. The resort allowed the skimpiest of bathing attire in the adult section, and what she had on barely met that criteria; in fact it might have been cause for the hotel to object were it not for the fact that they permitted women to go topless as long as they didn’t strut about flaunting their charms to one and all causing guests to complain—none had, or would, but management felt comfortable having signage in Spanish requesting consideration of others in this regard.

And while the young woman was far from naked, she looked as if she were exactly that. The sight of her lean figure and over-sized breasts in a skimpy top and even sexier thong striding towards the deckchair in her high-heeled sandals was breathtaking. The diminutive triangle narrowed into a narrow strand that disappeared between the split curves of her high set buttocks and left bare the sleek contours of her long haunches, and the sheer perfection of her tight-cheeked young bottom.

Mark refocused the telescope as she settled into the deckchair and put on a floppy black hat, and then leaning forward did that seemingly impossible move women have perfected by reaching behind her and undoing the hook or knot that held the top up and let it slide down her left arm and settle on the ground beneath the chair. Gloriously topless now, she paused, straightened up in her chair, and with shoulders back, head erect, chin held high, her huge breasts were fully exposed to the warmth of the sun’s rays and warm summer air.

Mark rubbed his groin in appreciation. A sixtyish bald-headed man spilled his drink down his hairy chest while watching her. A married couple---well the wife, anyway, hauled her husband away to the bar after he made a comment to her about the girl.

It was now 10:50 AM---a bit early for cocktails, even in Costa Rica.

An ache of intense longing came over Mark as he stared into the telescope, as the girl took a deep breath and her entire chest heaved upward. The up-tilted nipples, stirred by their sudden exposure to the moist sea air, seemed to be stiffening as he looked down at her from the fifth floor Honeymoon Suite he shared with his new bride, Marcie.

The dark-haired girl slid her hands up and lightly passed them over her naked breasts as she reached for the sky to stretch back languidly in a luxurious feline stretch, as if offering up her tremendous breasts to the life-giving sun. She held the pose for a good thirty seconds, then as a dreamy expression settled on her face, she slowly eased back into the chair, to rest back on splayed elbows. She wiggled her hips; her long tanned legs unfolded and sprawled carelessly in a loose vee. Her provocative nipples jutted out screaming for attention, and her lips curled into a blissfully contented smile.

Mark had grown accustomed to using the telescope he’d brought with him from Florida when in their villa; for he had, thanks to his bride, developed strong voyeuristic tendencies. He loved watching people, predominantly females who they had no idea they were being observed. Marcie had proved invaluable in this---knowing he was watching---approaching an unsuspecting woman and getting them to assume provocative poses while he looked on. It was a game she delighted in and he readily accepted it for he was a natural voyeur and she ever the exhibitionist.

He justified this perversion by convincing himself it helped understand women and their hidden desires; and to a certain extent he was correct in this. Of course, being able to observe someone when they are unaware of it does reveal many things about them that are ordinary disguised in one way or another.

But Mark had been watching this particular female from close up as well as from his room window. She was accompanied by a young man who was either her husband or boyfriend. They acted like honeymooners some of the time, and petulant children at other times.

“Are you watching her again, darling?” Marcie asked as she returned from the bathroom shower. She was nude; it was her style, her ‘honeymoon fashion’ she called it; as she sidled up against him, careful not to jar the scope and change his mood.

“I am she’s wearing a white bikini today. She looks fabulous.”

“Hmmm, you didn’t say that when I wore my white bikini, Darling,” she said peevishly.

“But I ate you out of the damned thing, didn’t I?” he said defensively.

“You did, didn’t you?” Marcie conceded, recalling the wonderful orgasm he’d bestowed upon her.

“Let me see this bikini you’re so taken with.”

He shifted over making room for her to sit beside him and after determining the focus was still correct surrendered the telescope to her.

“Ohhh, she’s showing off, the little tramp!”

“What’s she doing?”

“She’s getting up. Aw, she’s putting her top back on. Ohhh, she’s leaving!” There was a selfish glee in her tone, and Mark picked up on it.

“Shit! I was...”

“I know, Markie; you were going to jerk off watching her and then beg me to get you up again for a matinee screw.”

“I never said any such...”

“Such thing, yeah, I know, but that’s what you were thinking, admit it,” as the words left her mouth she began dry humping his right thigh. Her cunt was wet from both showering and her excitement over the possibility of getting her newlywed husband hard enough for their third fuck of the day.

He groaned as she increased her humping, leaving a slug-like trial of her juices on his thigh that would remain there long enough to dry as they moved into other sexual activities.

“That’s not fair, Marcie. I’m always thinking about getting it on with you.”

She laughed and said, “It must be true that old saying.”

“What old saying?”

“You know that men think about sex every seven seconds, no matter what the situation.”

He laughed, and then said, “You have a valid point. I’m not sure about the seven seconds, but ... often enough.”

Marcie was still humping his leg like a dog in heat, and he attempted to ignore her by swinging the barrel of the telescope around and caught sight of the girl in the white bikini returning to her deck chair by the hotel’s sumptuous pool.

“Wait—Wait, Marcie! She’s coming back! Here take a look.” He quickly depressed the angle of the scope to bring his subject into sharper focus and surrendered the telescope to Marcie.

“I’d do her,” his bride said as she reached out to feel his penis, which was semi-hard at the moment.

Mark peered over Marcie’s shoulder as they both studied the young woman returning to her deckchair. Once seated she donned the wide brimmed black hat to protect her face from the sun; she was obviously not all that concerned with the rest of her body as she slumped down into the chair without any other protective clothing. Moments later she straightened up in the chair, shoulders back, head erect, chin held high in an imperious pose that had to have been well practiced before many a mirror.

“She’s got some pair of tits, hasn’t she?” Marcie said, relinquishing the telescope to her husband.

The simple elegance and size of her obviously natural breasts took Mark’s breath away. He watched fascinated as she took a deep breath and her slightly up-tilted nipples seemed to be stiffening under the material as he watched.

Suddenly a shadow was cast over her and he let the telescope drop from his eye to see her boyfriend or husband standing alongside her; he of the glorious tan and perpetual hardon in his vermilion speedos.

“Oh, the boyfriend wasn’t short changed either,” Marcie said, somewhat enviously. “Ah don’t worry baby; I won’t be leaving you for him. Although...”

“Although what, darling?”

“I’d like to try him on for size.”

“Hmmmm,” Mark said while staring at the girl’s mouth and imagining her mouth around his cock. Marcie, still rubbing his penis giggled, and said, “It seems she’s my benefactor if she’s responsible for this lovely erection. Shall we rut on the bed this time, darling?”

Just then out of the corner of his eye Mark caught a movement. The girl’s right hand, which had rested at her hip, was creeping across the flat plain of her belly, curving up over the ribcage, fingers nosing toward the left breast. He watched with intense interest as those fingers snaked around the curving slope to slip inside the cup holding her humongous breasts in place and loosely cupped the exquisite symmetry of that precious object. The breast in question was suddenly plucked from the bikini top and fully exposed.

“Jesus Christ, Marcie ... have a look at her now!”

After seeing the youthful girl brush the pad of an extended thumb back and forth, worrying the nipple until the tiny nub emerged from its dormant state; Mark turned the telescope over to his wife.

A second later, Marcie gasped appreciatively as the young girl brought her other hand into play, releasing the other breast; and now with one hand on each breast her long red tipped fingers traced over the slight bulges until she captured the stiffening buds between scissoring fingers.

It was at that point that Marcie groaned and lasciviously pouted, “It’s as if she’s doing it to me!”

She relinquished the telescope to Mark and began fondling his balls and tickling his asshole before she abandoned him to finger herself.

“Mmmm,” he answered as he watched---first the girl at the pool, and then his recent bride as her fingers worked their magic within her sex making sloshing sounds as they plunged in and out of her sperm filled cunt.

“She certainly is an interesting subject,” he said glancing at Marcie.

“Like what you see, dear?” Marcie inquired laconically as Mark relinquished the scope back to her.

“The girl’s very well endowed. I’d guess she’s a 34 D. Possibly even an E cup, and she can’t be a day over nineteen or twenty; but the boyfriend’s older, maybe twenty-one or so. And Mark did you check his package out?”

“Um, sad to say I did. He is equipped with a horse cock if you ask me. Those fucking speedos do exaggerate some though.”

Marcie laughed lewdly and said, “Not that much dear. But I’m still very happy with your package, and how well you make use of it.”

“Thank you, dear,” he said as he renewed his studious examination of the youthful girl through the telescope. “I see she likes playing with her D’s or E’s.”

“What’s she doing now?” Marcie inquired breathing heavily and still strumming her clitoris.

“Her nipples are fully erect, or I think they are. Ohhhh, she’s palming those magnificent tits ... they’re actually heaving against her hands.”

“Do you think she knows we’re watching?” Marcie asked, and then grunted.

“Getting off, dear?”

“Close, Baby, very close ... Ahhhhhh, there—there it is! Ohhhhh ... YES! YES! YESSSSS!”

Mark kept his eye on the girl even as Marcie sank slowly to the tiled floor in ecstatic pleasure from her climax.

“I think she feels eyes on her and likes it. I mean she obviously likes being the center of attention; not that she knows I’m watching her.”

“Ahhh, gimmie a sec or two; I wanna see her tits again. I think I can get off again.” Marcie put her eye to the lens and saw the girl squeezing her breasts with a deep circular massage.

“Ohhh, fuck!” she moaned and relinquished the telescope to Mark and left him to hump the corner of the dresser next to her. Suitably impressed by her actions, Mark shook his erection from his sweatpants and gave it several gentle strokes.

“Yeah, she’s hot, isn’t she?” Marcie moaned, and leaning over the dresser, lasciviously licked his earlobe. “We’re going to have us a wonderful fuck when she leaves the pool,” she whispered huskily into his wet ear.

The girl down at the pool was now squirming in feline pleasure, sensuously wiggling her shoulders in obvious delight as her companion pressed his ever-present erection against her left arm.

“Jesus, if we had film of them I bet we could screw all day and night without stopping,” Mark panted, his cock still in hand and dripping precum.

“I’d suck you off, but I want to watch her too,” Marcie said moving away from the dresser and closer to him but leaving a noticeable wet mark on the furniture.

Then they forgot themselves as the girl’s greedy hand made its way to her bikinied mound, slipped two extended fingers between her legs, and gave her pussy a vigorous rub as she leaned into her male companion and playfully bit the ever-present python-like bulge in his speedos.

“Huhh---uh—huh!” Marcie gasped as she returned to humping the corner of the dresser---this time so hard that it moved several inches across the tiled floor. Mark began fisting his hardon so furiously that when he ejaculated, he spewed several ropes of tumescent sperm onto the tiled floor several inches from Marcie’s brightly painted toenails.

“FUCK!” they both groaned in sync. And moments later both were vying for a view through the optical instrument in time to see the girl twisting the material of her bottom bikini and pulling upward on the narrow gusset until it was deeply embedded between her cunt lips. As she stretched the twisted scrap she arched upward, raising her hips off the chair, and straining upward caught in the throes of her self-induced arousal. She held that pose, head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, brow wrinkled with lines of urgency, body bowed in a rigid arc. The voyeuristic couple watched open mouthed as she yanked the tight strip of cloth even deeper in a lewd parody of fucking.

The muscles of her calves strained as she rose up on her toes. She was tossing her head from side to side, flinging her long silky hair wildly, and working with mounting urgency. But then abruptly, at the last minute, she pulled back from the onrushing climax. Perhaps wanting to prolong it or maybe she was unable to quell the demand to finish. In any case, her fist opened, releasing the crinkled bikini bottoms and she fell back in a heap while the rolling waves of pleasure gradually subsided.

She lay quiet for a time, recovering her equilibrium. Mark focused the lens on her face to find her cheeks flushed, her nostrils flaring, her breath coming in rapid heaves through moist, parted lips. Her fine eyelashes fluttered as her boyfriend/husband approached. He saw her eyes narrowing into slits, before closing down and then her right hand which had come to rest on the shallow depression just below her navel, moved lower. Soon the whole hand nosed under the bikini bottom, burrowing between her moistened thighs, until her curving palm cupped her needy sex.

A surge of powerful lust electrified Mark at the erotic sight of the girl pleasuring herself with her fist jammed into her bikini bottoms. He couldn’t help but allow his own hand to piston in time to her churning rhythms. Soon she was humping furiously, her lovely features once again contorted, jaws clenched, teeth bared, as she raced toward an explosive climax.

Suddenly her eyes flew open, through parted lips she drew a quick intake of breath, gasping at the intensity of the onrushing wave of pure ecstasy sweeping her up as she rubbed with renewed intensity and came, hips gyrating wildly and bucking violently as the shuddering orgasm arrived throughout her trembling body.

Mark yanked furiously on his own cock and the discharge came rocketing up in powerful pulsating jets, thick wads of creamy cum that arched up through the air as insurmountable pleasure shook him to his very core. His legs were rubbery, and he staggered back, eyes fluttered and closed.

Scant seconds later the boyfriend/husband seemingly furious was at her side, grabbing her wrist and pulling her up from the deck chair and ushering her off to their room.

“He must have a telescope too,” Marcie said dryly.

Mark glanced at his precum covered cockhead and snarled angrily, “Fuck!”

“Maybe they’ll be an encore later, baby,” Marcie said, then whooped with joy as Mark scooped her up, carried her to their king-sized bed and fell upon her.

Marcie wrapped her legs round his waist and chortled, “Give it to me, big boy. Give to me like you want to give it to her!”

“If only that were possible,” he lamented.

“I wouldn’t mind doing either or even both of them myself,” Marcie said in a husky voice before taking his throbbing member deep into her throat while he worked a huge dildo into her sodden cunt.

Later that afternoon the honeymooning Newlin’s set out to make it a point to meet the big chested girl and her well-endowed lover.

“I’m sure they’ve already done the rain forest thing,” Marcie said as they set their beach bags down next to their respective lounge chairs several feet from where the young couple had been earlier that morning.

“We’ll probably catch them here after they’ve finished ... um, whatever...”

“I’m sure we will, Mark honey. But the boy’s a bull, soooo.”

“Yeah—yeah,” Mark growled uncomfortably. “Don’t go putting me out to pasture, Marcie. I’m still in my twenties.”

Marcie blanched at having struck a nerve in her husband’s pride. “No—no---no, Baby. I didn’t mean anything against you or your performance in the sack. You Are Spectacular!” She began to caress his penis and it responded immediately.

An older couple passing by smiled and kept going to the other side of the pool.

“No—no, I meant that they are a very sexy couple, and as we’re on our honeymoon and a tiny bit more sexually charged than usual, they seem to have gotten both of us wanting even more.”

“So, you’d fuck him then,” Mark said, peevishly as he began rubbing lotion on her back.

“Well, I know you’d boink her in an instant too, Darling. You know you would.”

That said, she gave his still rising erection a good squeeze before relinquishing it and grabbing a paperback she had been reading off and on.

He shrugged and admitted as much, saying: “I guess.”

About thirty minutes later after a refreshing pina colada Mark sauntered into the bathroom and watched his bride urinate. Marcie found it funny and after wiping herself sat on the bathroom sink while rummaging in her purse for a condom; finding one, she beckoned him closer and with the condom in her mouth, placed it on his penis.

They both moaned as he entered her. She anchored one foot to the floor and pushed off the counter with the other. They fucked silently in the dim lighting of the bathroom with the clatter of the toiletries behind her the only sound other than their respective grunts.

Mark took time to show his love by kissing her on the mouth, neck, eyes, and ears. Stopping before he ejaculated to hoist her back up on the sink and going down on her until she came shrieking his name over and over.

Then still shuddering from her climax, she licked her juices from his face and mouth then sank to her knees and blew him, taking the condom off his penis first.

“That was marvelous, Markie,” she said breathlessly. But you were sooo good that I’d like to do something special for you. I—I just don’t know what. Have anything you’d like me to do?”

“Have something dirty in mind, Marcie?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, although it was more a leer than a smile. He whispered softly in her right ear and she giggled.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Okay, tell me why you think I’ll like it?”

“You love good looking women.”

“True enough, but you seem to think this woman has a special thing about her that I’ll love.”

“I know you well enough, yeah.”

Mark laughed, and skeptically said, “But when? We’ve been together practically every minute since we arrived.”

“A friend of mine told me about this place and said it’s too good to pass up. I saw her picture on the internet.”

“But you want me to go alone?”

“That was my thought, yes. But if you want me to come along with you...”

“Are you sure you’re not doing this so you can chase down that little slut at the pool?”

“She’s with her husband, or boyfriend, Marcie. I freely admit that I’d bang her in a second given the chance, but we both know that’s highly unlikely. You’re not jealous, are you?”

“No, you know I’d let you fuck her, even if I didn’t get to do him. I love you. I’d let you do anything you want as long as you come back to me.”

“Hmmm, I think I’ll go with you. That is if you don’t mind.”

THE SHOP OWNER – VIVIAN

The olive-toned woman that waved to them late the following day as they entered a very fashionable combined boutique-antique shop was rivetingly beautiful. Both Mark and Marcie couldn’t help but stare. Admittedly, they both surreptitiously watched her progress as she served the only other customer in the shop, a frumpy middle-aged woman who was still haggling over the price of two evening dresses.

The recent newlyweds contented themselves by browsing through some bright colored clothing while evaluating the saleswoman through the reflection of the glass window of the establishment. Her dusky skin appeared to be tinted in a rustic pattern, and as she drifted toward the register, the planes of her cheekbones licked the austere lines of a striking silver tea set.

Marcie shivered as her husband traced a single fingertip down the clothed ridge of her spine. “Find anything yet?” He inquired, although his eyes were still fixed on the very attractive woman he assumed to be the proprietor, his voice was a low, playful chastisement in her ear.

“Mmmm, her,” Marcie whispered, nodding her head discretely towards the willowy, dark-haired, olive-skinned beauty as the customer left with both dresses. The woman’s attention was now entirely taken up with a large crystal and bronze centerpiece made almost a century ago for the dinner table of some long dead patron of the decorative arts as she discreetly pretended to ignore the couple inspecting some of the more expensive items on display.

“She looks delicious,” Mark said his voice, if anything even lower now as he pressed his body into his newlywed spouse’s derrière. His lips brushed her ear. “Are you hungry?”

Marcie smiled, and knowing exactly what her husband meant, nodded, and ran the tip of her tongue quickly over lips that had dried in the still air of the shop. But between her legs, the anticipation of a hunt not yet embarked upon brought blood to her cunt, swelling it to a dull, needy ache.

Still keeping track of the lithe feline proprietor out of the corner of her eye, Marcie turned to Mark. “Shall we see if we can have her for dinner?”

He pursed his mouth in mock consideration then relented into a smile, “You sound like Hannibal Lector, dear.”

“Be serious Mark,” his wife said but she was smiling.

“Charm, finesse or full-frontal assault?” He said, returning the smile and answering her question.

“I’m not sure yet,” she replied as another potential customer looked covetously through the shop windows before sighing and moving on. The attractive woman behind the counter, perhaps an inch or even two taller than Marcie, glanced up at them before saying, in perfect English, “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Marcie decided that the woman’s clothes suited her, but they weren’t as fashionable as her own merchandise on the racks and counters. Her long dark skirt covered the tops of a pair of expensive black boots. She wore a loose, textured cardigan over a plain burgundy shirt. And as Marcie stooped to take a closer look at a cloisonné snuffbox on display, her eye caught the creamy roundness of one full breast. The woman turned her head to the side and worried her lower lip with her perfect white teeth.

“What do you think?” Marcie asked, thinking incorrectly that Mark didn’t fully realize how insatiable an appetite she had for sex with either gender. Although there had been that night when he’d helped teach Mary Kaye Huntsman a lesson for watching them through the porthole on their houseboat. Salivating at the thought of both of them ravishing this lovely Costa Rican, she completely forgot that Mark had seen her and the teen aged Aniah not once, but twice as they engaged in unbridled, wanton sex as a threesome. She thought she knew him well enough that he would agree to pursue this gem of a woman. After all he had gotten them both excited at the thought of them seducing the young woman in the bikini and her studly lover as they’d spied on them through the telescope.

Mark considered her question for a moment before saying, “I think she’ll get spooked if we pounce. But you do your thing then let me talk with her to see how she responds.”

And so, Marcie took the slower route toward seducing the woman, saying: “Hello, my husband and I are here on,” she paused for a beat before going on. “ ... Vacation; and just happened to see your shop while walking around this part of town. What you have for sale is quite interesting.”

“Thank you,” the woman replied, and they both noted that she had only the tiniest accent to her command of the English language. “I own and operate the place. My name ... well, everyone calls me Vivian.”

“I assume you’re a native Costa Rican,” Marcie said walking over to Vivian and they shook hands.

“Yes I am. You seem surprised at my use of English.”

“Well, it’s nearly perfect,” Marcie said.

“Marcie,” Mark said, “that’s rather impolite.”

“No—no,” Vivian said, “Costa Rica is a linguistically diverse country and home to at least five local indigenous languages spoken by the descendants of pre-Columbian peoples. However, the prevailing language is Spanish with French running a close second. As you move around our country you’ll no doubt encounter several other languages being used.”

She noticed Mark appraising her breasts, but like most females, shrugged it off preferring to take it as a complement rather than an insult.

She glanced at Marcie and was pleased to see that she had seen the glance she’d given her husband and continued with her linguistic explanation. “Immigration has also brought people and languages from various countries around the world. Probably most noteworthy is the German migration that took place here during the 19th and 20th centuries; not to mention we have the largest Italian community in Central America, with more than 2,500 Italians living in the country; in addition, there almost 2,000 Swiss; and roughly the same amount of Chinese. I like to think that we’re not unlike the United States with our variety of nationalities.

Vivian stopped talking and took a breath as she studied Marcie for a long moment then said, “You’re a nine.”

“No,” Marcie protested, “I’m an eight!”

The darker haired Vivian laughed and said, in excellent English, “I meant on the scale that men use to judge women, not dress size. That I knew the moment you walked in the door.”

Oh,” Marcie replied, “Well then thank you for that complement.”

Marcie reached up and touched the other woman’s face. “Nine, huh? Well, you’re right there beside me for that matter.”

Mark had been wandering around the shop now joined them as they stood in front of an Empire period gold and claret chaise lounge. It was opulent, gilded, bolsters plump and rounded.

“That was very interesting,” he said lightly, smiling at his wife and then acknowledging Vivian with a polite tilt of his head. He surveyed the couch with a laconic eye. “Imagine the stories this piece could tell.”

Vivian furrowed her brow for a moment and then laughed. It was throaty, rich proof that she was perfectly capable of imagining exactly the sort of things Mark had in mind.

Marcie introduced them, and the three of them chatted and made their unhurried way through the rest of the European furnishings. Eventually they settled on three small items including the aforementioned cloisonné snuffbox.

All in all, they spent $327 dollars, American. Everyone was pleased, and Vivian decided to close up for the day after Mark graciously invited her to join them for a drink to celebrate their purchases.

“Um, well I don’t know. There are things I need to do,” the proprietor said quickly.

“Dinner then,” he said moving over to a rack with several expensive blouses on it. He chose one, a silken almost transparent white that cost at least $300 American.

“When you join us for dinner I want you to wear this top,” he selected a dress from the rack of clothing off to his right. “Your size, of course. Just add it to my credit card. Oh, please don’t wear the boots you have on at the moment. A pair of four-to-six-inch heels will suffice.

Her eyes widened at how specific his instructions were. “Is that all?” she asked flushing from head to toe.

“No,” he said so softly Vivian took a step backward. “Um, what else?”

“Nothing beneath the blouse.”

“No ... nothing?”

“Right,” turning to his wife he said, “That’s how you move about isn’t it, Marcie?”