Christina's Adventures Part 11 (The Long-Awaited Vacation)

When I got home, I collapsed on the bed and grabbed my phone. I decided to share my workout with Lisa!

Logging into social media, I saw a friend request from Victoria Dominatrix; my heart started pounding wildly.

I went to her page and started browsing. The content there was quite beautiful and aesthetic, mixed with explicit porn. In one of the videos, I recognized Alina from the bar, bent over, while Victoria spanked her ass with a whip; there was also an anal plug. The video also featured men moaning beneath her as she fucked them with a strap-on. Closing her page, I decided not to dig so deep for now.

In the morning, we were sitting

with Mom in the kitchen chatting about the vacation. "The flight is tomorrow at 11 PM," Mom reminded me, but my thoughts were only on Victoria.

Me: "What do you think, maybe I should get my breasts done? You've had plastic surgery, right?!"

Mom: "Why would you need that? Kristina, you're only 18!"

Me: "You think it's too early?"

Mom: "I think so! Especially since yours seem perkier already! Did Misha take care of that? How is he, by the way?"

Me: "He got fired due to disagreements with management. Now I'm training with Victoria!"

Mom: "That's a shame. I was thinking of going to him. I've got a new assistant now, so I'll have more time, and my trainer has gotten lazy, always on his phone. Do you have a photo of Victoria?"

Me: "Yeah, look!"

Mom looked at the photo and swallowed hard.

Mom: "Wow, a powerful lady! Aren't you afraid of becoming like that?"

Me: "No, she's on some kind of frame, but I just take supplements and protein."

Mom: "Find out if she'd take me on, and maybe we could train together?"

I froze for a second, remembering yesterday's workout.

Me: "Yeah, I'll ask!"

The day flew by quickly and unnoticed. We packed our suitcases; mine barely closed from all the swimsuits, dresses, shoes, and lingerie.

The next morning at 9 AM, I was at my workout. Victoria, looking me over authoritatively, said today would be a full-body circuit training.

The fast pace and heavy loads finished me off by the end, and I collapsed on the yoga mat. Victoria started stretching my muscles.

Me: "How's your schedule looking?"

Victoria: "Do you have something to propose?"

Me: "Well, my mom is looking for a trainer, and we could come to you together!"

Victoria: "That's possible, but in two weeks. I'm leaving for a competition..."

Me: "We're on vacation, so we could start in exactly two weeks!?"

Victoria nodded approvingly. After finishing the workout, I went home, checked everything one more time, and started waiting for the evening.

At 7 PM, we're in a taxi to the airport. I'm looking forward to 11 wonderful nights. Arriving at the airport, the clock showed 8:03 PM.

We approached the check-in counter, but the flight was to the Dominican Republic.

Me: "We were supposed to go to Turkey!"

Mom: "I'll explain later..."

After passing all the controls and customs, we finally sat in the departure lounge, ordered wine, and started enjoying the anticipation of the flight. The wine relaxed us, bringing a sense of lightness.

Me: "So, why the Dominican Republic and not Turkey? And how long is the flight?"

Mom: "I thought you and Lisa could go to Turkey together. Besides, I recently spoke with her mom; their summer is very busy, and she doesn't want to let her go alone. So I decided we should fly here together."

Me: "Cool! What a surprise! Thank youuuu!!!"

Mom: "Just be careful; there will be lots of temptations there. Think with your head!"

Me: "So, are we gonna party like girlfriends? Or walk around holding hands like mom and daughter?"

Mom: "Kristina, behave normally. Don't go collecting all the guys around you there!"

Me: "Oh, who's talking? You didn't sleep in your room last year!"

Mom: "But that doesn't mean you'll be disappearing somewhere in a foreign country! In Moscow, I could find you in five minutes..."

Me: "So, will you show me how you party?" (I asked with a smile and a sparkle in my eyes.)

Mom: "I'll show you, you restless one. Just make sure you're not ashamed afterward!"

We sat, laughed, and discussed where we wanted to go and what we expected from the vacation.

We boarded the plane. Beautiful girls in blue uniforms walked through the cabin in such a mood as if they were going on vacation with us. The plane slowly taxied onto the runway, and a pleasant pilot's voice sounded through the speakers.

The hum of the turbines grew, as did my tension. Checking my seatbelt and looking at Mom, I smiled, feeling the fear of takeoff. It was dark outside, only the airport lights were visible. Goosebumps ran over my body; everything inside clenched. The sound of the turbines reached its maximum; a smooth start turned into wild acceleration. Seconds later, we were taking off. My ears unpleasantly popped, my head pressed into the headrest, my hands gripping the seat.

Gaining altitude, we began to circle nighttime Moscow. How beautiful and stunning it is from above at night. The seatbelt sign blinked off. I could finally relax, pulled an eye mask on, and fell asleep.

A flight attendant gently woke me up and gave me breakfast. There was an hour left until landing. Distracted by food and conversation with Mom, it flew by unnoticed.

The plane began to descend smoothly. On one side, the sea was visible; on the other, a beautiful city illuminated by dawn. Seconds later, the plane touched down hard and began braking.

And now we're approaching the hotel—a huge building in the sun's rays. Our mood is high as we go to the reception to check into our room. The girl at the desk took our passports and started typing on the keyboard.

Girl: "Kristina, your bracelet. Anastasia, your bracelet. Please do not remove them until check-out. Your villa is number 1, VIP class."

Me: "Villa?" (Raising an eyebrow, I looked at Mom.)

Mom: "Well, a little house. I thought it would be better this way."

The girl put gold bracelets on our wrists and pointed to a man who would drive us to the villa. Getting into the golf cart, we drove through the hotel grounds. It was simply enormous—pools, water slides, several bars, dance floors, restaurants. My eyes were darting around, and I already wanted to explore all the places. Driving up to the opening gates, a view of a snow-white house with large panoramic windows opened up. On the second floor was a glass balcony. Taking glasses of wine, we went out onto the balcony, and a view of the sea opened before us—a beautiful sandy beach. Below us were a pool and a jacuzzi surrounded by a wooden deck with a table and sun loungers with snow-white mattresses.

A pleasant warm breeze lifted our hair; the sea breeze pleasantly enveloped the air.

Mom: "Finally, freedom, without worries and kids."

Me: "Did you forget about me?"

Mom: "You're the one who suggested we not be mom and daughter, so here we are as girlfriends!"

Me: "Best girlfriends!" (Smiling, we clinked glasses and hugged each other around the waist.)

Unpacking our things, we started getting ready for the beach. Thick, greasy sunscreen covered every inch of skin, making it shine. Putting on the white bikini bottoms, I twirled in front of the mirror. A smooth, toned stomach and firm buttocks shone enticingly; pink nipples stood on perky breasts. The perfect body was ready to tan perfectly. The bandeau top pleasantly pressed my breasts, swelling them and only half-covering them, leaving a deep cleavage. I threw on a light dress and went out to Mom. She was standing in black bikini bottoms, applying lotion. Her perky breasts looked appetizing under the greasy cream. I helped apply it to her back, and we headed to the beach.

The beach pulsed with energy—powerful bass from the speakers vibrated to the bone, making my skin break out in goosebumps. I left Mom to soak up the sun on a lounger and headed to the bar, feeling dozens of eyes glued to my figure. The bikini with thong bottoms left my buttocks practically bare, and the top only playfully covered my breasts, leaving them half-exposed. Every step made my breasts tremble seductively, and the thin straps dug into my skin, emphasizing its tenderness.

Bartender: "With alcohol?" (His gaze slid down, lingering on my chest, then slowly rose up, flirtatiously.)

Me: "Very strong!" (I deliberately bit my lip, feeling his eyes burning through me.)

While he prepared the drinks, I couldn't stand still—the rhythm of the music seeped right under my skin, making my hips sway to the beat. The bikini barely contained my curves, and every movement emphasized the contours of my body. I felt drops of sweat trickling between my breasts, and the hot breeze caressed my exposed skin.

Men around were eyeing and undressing my athletic body with their gazes; I was pleased with the results of my training.

Returning with the cocktails, I froze for a moment—a stranger was sprawled on my lounger, clearly captivated by Mom's laughter. His fingers casually slid along the edge of her bikini, and she, giggling shyly, arched her back, displaying her body shining with lotion.

Mom: "Ed, meet my friend Kristina!" (Mom's voice sounded deliberately playful, as if we really were just two girls, not mother and daughter.)

He stood up, and his white shirt opened, revealing a defined six-pack. His fingers wrapped around my palm—warm, damp, with a slight squeeze, as if checking for softness.

Ed: "Very nice. You... look very alike!" (His voice rumbled low, and his gaze slid from my chest to the thong barely covering my curves.)

Mom laughed, adjusting a strap that was about to slip.

Mom: "We hear that often..." (She threw me a look full of secret agreement.)

Ed looked handsome—dark, long hair neatly slicked back, a white unbuttoned shirt revealing a toned chest underneath, white shorts covering his tanned legs. He had a wow effect.

Ed: "My friend and I are leaving tomorrow... So, girls, don't miss your chance—there's a foam party tonight!"

Mom: "We'll think about it!" (She replied, giggling.)

I lay on the lounger and started enjoying the mojito and the sun. Putting on sunglasses, my eyes roamed over the bodies surrounding us. I noticed one guy's gaze fixed on my panties, through whose fabric the outline of my pussy was visible.

Me: "Girlfriends?" (I said, raising an eyebrow.)

Mom rolled onto her side, and her breasts seductively trembled from the movement.

Mom: "Well, yeah! Or should I have said you're my daughter? I thought we decided who we are for these 11 nights." (She bit her lip, and her eyes sparkled with a dangerous glint.)

I laughed, feeling a wave of excitement wash over me.

Me: "Should we go to that party tonight?"

Mom: "Do you want to rot in the room?"

I snorted, tossing my hair back to get a better look at that guy who was still devouring me with his eyes.

Me: "Pfft, of course not!"

I stretched languidly, knowing it made my bikini **even more accentuate my curves

Waiting for the sun to dip below the horizon, Mom and I started getting ready for the party. A light scent of her perfume hung in the air—sweet, with notes of vanilla and orange, mixed with my own, bolder scent with hints of patchouli and jasmine.

I decided I didn't need a bra—a strapless dress, purple like the night, with a push-up effect, perfectly hugged my curves, emphasizing every line of my body. The fabric was so thin that with every movement, I felt a slight friction against my nipples, already slightly swollen with anticipation. Red silk thongs slid over my skin, leaving a barely noticeable trace, and high heels made my hips sway with every step.

I applied a thick layer of scarlet lipstick, ran my tongue over my lips, tasting its sweetness, and let my hair down. It cascaded over my shoulders, softly swaying with every turn of my head.

Mom stood beside me in a short blue dress that seemed designed to drive men crazy. The fabric, shimmering with every movement, clung to her ample breasts, and a side slit revealed long legs sheathed in stockings with lace garters. Her hips, seductively rounded, strained the fabric as she leaned down to adjust her shoe.

We had a light dinner of snacks, but our real appetite wasn't for food.

At the poolside bar, the music pulsed in time with our breathing, the low bass resonating deep inside. We sat at the bar counter, and the first stream of cool wine touched my lips, leaving a slight bitterness.

Male gazes slid over us like hands—slowly, appraisingly, with a hint. Men approached us, gave compliments, but we just played with them, smiling from under lowered lashes.

Three girls settled at the counter next to us—confident, with predatory smiles and burning eyes. They didn't look at us as rivals—their gazes held something else: a playful challenge, a hint of depravity, and a promise of something more.

The music pulsed to the beat of my heart, and the glasses of wine only fueled desire. One of the strangers, a redhead with full lips, caught my gaze while her fingers slowly traced the rim of her glass.

"Let's get to know each other, girls!" the redhead shouted.

Me: "I'm Kristina, this is Nastya." (I pointed to Mom.)

Redhead: "I'm Alisa, this is Sasha and Lera!"

Mom: "Very nice!"

Alisa, the fiery redhead, was older than them, in a tight black dress that emphasized her curves, which she wasn't shy about moving.

Sasha, a brunette with an asymmetrical fringe that highlighted her sharp cheekbones and expressive features. She wore a leather corset cinching her narrow waist and small breasts barely visible, and ripped jeans low on her hips, revealing smooth skin with a tattoo—a snake coiling around her thigh.

Lera, platinum hair slightly tousled as if she'd just gotten out of someone else's bed, with a carelessly tied ponytail. A tight top with a slightly transparent silhouette—if you looked closely, you could see the outline of a black lace bra. Short denim shorts, so short that when she bent over, a strip of skin above her bikini line was visible.__P_