Loading...Every once in awhile I’ll enter one of those contests you see in a store or in a magazine. You know the kind, the ones basically designed to entice you into entering just so they can get your phone number or email address and hound you to death with sales offers.
I happened to be shopping for groceries on a cold, snowy, January evening when I spotted the advertisement box for one of these contests.
It was sponsored by Corona and the winner of this particular contest was promised an all expenses paid vacation to an exclusive resort in the beautiful tropical paradise of Aruba. A tropical vacation was extremely enticing to me given the current season. Living in a far Northern clime has many benefits, but one of them is not enduring the many long cold winter months, and since it was only the middle of January we still had several months of snowy, cold weather ahead.
I filled out the entry form and folded it in my special “contest winning” fold that I had read about once in a magazine, and dropped it into the already stuffed box. Of course I never expected to win, as I never win anything, but it was nice fantasizing. Especially when my fantasy included my very dear friend Cindy, whom I often wished could accompany me on just such a vacation. How we could pull it off, me running off on just such a vacation without my wife and she without her husband, was an altogether different problem. A problem I would probably never be fortunate enough to have, but it sure was fun thinking about her and I in such a tropical paradise. I suddenly realized not only was I smiling, as I always did when I thought about Cindy, but that I was getting hard thinking about the fun we’d have. Grudgingly I returned to my shopping, and my dreams.
About a month later I was surprised when I received a letter in the mail informing me that I had won the vacation. At first I thought it was one of those, “yes you’ve won, but there’s a catch,” but the more I read the more convinced I became that I had actually won a legitimate contest. I called the number on the letter and talked to the representative, and sure enough I had truly won a great trip. The only catch was the vacation had to be taken within the next 2 months.
My wife is not one for traveling, especially to far off lands, and the timing was not good for her anyway. When I approached her with the news she was, as I anticipated, not that interested. I feigned my disappointment and half-heartedly suggested that if she wasn’t interested that maybe I’d see if Cindy was interested. She took the bait as I had hoped she would and I called Cindy. Of course Cindy was excited, but didn’t know how she’d get the okay to go. None-the-less a few days later she called me to let me know she could come. I think she had to ransom herself to her hubby to get his okay.
That is how a month later, just at the beginning of April, I found myself seated next to Cindy on a plane bound for Aruba. I had received a number of brochures about this resort, which was described as a “play land for adults, surrounded by white sand beaches, gorgeous blue water, private coves, palm trees, and beautiful native people, where discriminating adults can have the adventure of a lifetime.” We read through the material and we talked excitedly about how we’d soak up the sun during the day, while enjoying margaritas on the beach, and spending the nights listening to music, walking along the romantic moonlit beaches, and getting into whatever “trouble” we could find. Just like when we traveled to Vegas we agreed, “What happens in Aruba stays in Aruba.” Of course the “play land for adults” and “adventure of a lifetime” descriptions really piqued our interest. We joked around about what kind of fantasies we could possibly explore in this adventure land for adults, and of course while neither of us had to say anything we both knew that we were thinking about sex.
When we finally arrived at the resort it was near 8:00pm and the sun was just beginning to wane. We were shown to our rooms, as we did get two as promised to our spouses, but they were situated next to each other on the 3rd floor of this gorgeous 5 floor hotel complex, that was situated right on prime ocean front property. Even though our rooms were separate, they had one of those interior common passage doors that could be opened to allow access to both rooms and make in effect, a much larger suite. Needless to say we opened that door and did not plan to close it for the rest of the trip.
Our rooms were plush, each furnished with a king size bed with oversize pillows, a seating area with a table and loveseat, a fully stocked mini bar which was part of the prize package, bathrooms with oversized whirlpool tubs, and balconies. The balconies were the type with large French doors that you could open wide to let in the warm sea breeze. They had those willowy, white, almost transparent curtains that you always see in the movies. The kind that seemed to float gently on air as the warm breeze from the ocean came into the room.
Joining Cindy in her room we opened the balcony doors and stepped outside where we were immediately taken by the ocean view. The sun was now just beginning to set, and it looked like a big orange ball sitting on the horizon. The soft orange rays reflected off the shimmering water and white sand beach to make everything look like it was glowing. To the left we could see the mountains silhouetted against the darkening sky, while to the right we saw the sprawl of the city with all it’s twinkling lights. Down below you could see couples still lying on the beach while others were milling about, walking hand-in-hand along the shoreline as only lovers do. You could also hear the soft sounds of what I would describe as “Island music” against the backdrop of the rhythm of the ocean waves as they crashed on the shoreline.
Leaving Cindy on the balcony I went back into the room and opened the bottle of complimentary champagne that we found cooling in a container of ice when we first walked in. Pouring two glasses I turned back towards the balcony and was immediately stopped by the view. There was my beautiful Cindy, standing in profile on the balcony, all a glow in the orange rays of the setting sun. The sheer curtains were rhythmically billowing in the wind and added to the sensual aura of the scene before me. I could see Cindy’s body in perfect profile, with her full breasts revealing their sensual curves, muted by both the light and the curtains such that she appeared to be completely naked. The points of her nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt made my mouth water, and it took all my will power to keep from dropping the champagne glasses and ravaging her. After admiring the view for a few minutes I continued out to the balcony and coming up behind her I wrapped my arms around her waist, and offered her a glass of champagne.
“You look great and you feel so good,” I said as I buried my mouth in her neck and gave her a kiss.
“Why thank you,” she replied, as she took the glass and sipped the refreshingly cool liquid.
Backing I away I drank from my glass and set it down. Reaching out I took her glass and set it down and then turned to face her. I placed my hands on both sides of her head, cradling her cheeks in my palms.
“I’m so glad you were able to come. I know we are going to have so much fun. This is truly a dream come true,” I said as I bent forward slightly and kissed her lips.
“Me to, so what now?” she asked with that little twinkle in her eye that I so loved.
“I can’t wait to hold you in my arms and sleep with you tonight and to feel your naked skin pressed against mine.”
“And just what makes you think that’s going to happen,” she said with that little tease in her voice.
“Are you saying you are going to crush my dreams,” I said with a pout.
“Maybe, and maybe not, but a gal can’t appear to be too eager now can she,” she said with a laugh.
“Maybe not, but at this point the night is still young. If you are hungry we can eat, otherwise I’m thinking we should take the rest of this bottle of champagne, and a blanket, and take an evening stroll along the beach so we can finish watching the sun set.”
“Sounds fantastic!”
“Let’s go then, I’ll grab the champagne and you grab a blanket,” I said as I headed for the door.
Cindy joined me and we headed down to the lobby and towards the hotel’s beach entrance, which exited onto a terrace overlooking the ocean. When we stepped outside the sight that greeted us was, for lack of a more fitting description, paradise. All around were palm trees whose leaves were gently blowing in the wind. There were many couples strolling along side the hotel, and the air was filled with the muted sounds of laughter, the clink of china from the hotel restaurant, and the scent of exotic flowers. I grabbed Cindy’s hand and we began walking around the perimeter of the terrace until I spied the steps leading down to the beach.
“There’s where we get down to the beach,” I said. “Let’s go before we lose all the light.”
We hurried down to the beach which was now almost deserted. We started walking up the shoreline, away from the hotel, but after only a few steps stopped as the sand was so deep that it made walking difficult. Removing our shoes we continued walking hand-in-hand, feeling the silky softness of the warm sand beneath our feet. When we had walked a couple of hundred yards up the shore away from the resort I stopped.
“Let’s put the blanket down here,” I said, noticing an area where the sand had been pulled into a mound against which you could sit and lean back. It had obviously been pushed up like that to be used as a vantage point during the day. Once down we sat next to each other, and I put my arm around Cindy and passed the bottle of champagne.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked.
“MMMmmm,” I agreed, “just like you.”
“Flattery just might get you everywhere tonight,” she said.
“That’s what I’m hoping for!”
“I should have known, you and your one track mind,” she said with a laugh as she took another swallow of champagne.
“How could my mind be anywhere else when I’m sitting here, in what must be one of the most beautiful places on earth with what I think is one of the most beautiful people I have ever been so lucky to know.”
Blushing she said, “I feel the same you know,” and snuggled in next to me.
The next few minutes we just sat there watching the sun slip below the horizon. There was now a steady, warm breeze blowing in off the ocean. Even though warm it was still a breeze and if it had not been for the heat radiating from the sun warmed sand and the effects of the champagne it might have even felt a little chilly. Turning to face Cindy I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. My hand soon found her breasts and began caressing them through the material of her shirt and bra.
“MMMmmmm,” she moaned as my mouth found her neck and began alternately nibbling on her ear lobe and nipping at her neck. As my fingers began undoing the buttons of her blouse she pulled back and looked around.
“What’s a matter?” I asked.
“What if somebody sees us?”
“And just what might they see?”
“Well if this is any indication,” she said as she squeezed my hardening cock, “you are every bit as horny as I am and all this touching and feeling will soon lead to something more.”
“And just what might that be,” I said with a smile knowing full well where I hoped this was leading.
She gave my cock another squeeze and leaned in next to my ear, whispering, “Well I don’t know about you, but I need to be fucked.”
“And so what’s the problem, ever done it on the beach before?”
“No, but we’re in public!”
“So, look around. The sun is down, we’re here in the shadows where we can’t be seen unless someone walks right up to us, and do you see anyone, anywhere around?”
“No.”
“Okay then, let’s make another fantasy come true.”
“And what would that be?”
“Sex on the beach,” I said.
She giggled, “I thought that was a drink?”
“It is and it is one I also expect to enjoy tonight.”
“MMMmmm,” she moaned as I finished undoing the buttons of her blouse.
“You can leave your blouse on around you, but let’s take off this bra and lose the shorts and panties too.”
“Hey, I’m not going to be the only one naked here!”
“You won’t be, I’m letting you keep your blouse on,” I laughed.
“You know what I mean, get those pants off right now Mr.,” she said as she teasingly slapped me, “If I’m going to be exposed then I want your cock out now!”
Smiling, I immediately removed my pants as Cindy finished removing hers. Lying on the blanket you could feel the warmth of the sand as it radiated into our bodies. I pulled Cindy close to me, reveling in the feel of her now naked tits and body against mine. My fingers stole downward until I felt the hair of her pussy and found the folds of her slit. As we continued to kiss my finger slipped into her pussy. She was extremely wet and was obviously very turned on. I bent down to take one of her perfect eraser tip like nipples into my mouth and sucked hard as I pushed my middle finger as far as I could into her very wet, tight pussy.
“AAAhhh,” she moaned.
Just then I felt her fingers on my cock and let out a moan of my own.
“How about a second finger to go with the first,” I said as I added my index finger to her pussy. She was so wet it slipped in without any resistance. “You feel so tight and wet, let’s try a third,” I moaned as I added my ring finger to the other two that were already probing her hot, wet hole.
Cindy began humping against my fingers and after a brief while pushed my hand way. I could tell her clit was becoming over sensitized with all the attention.
“My turn now,” she said.
Pushing me back she leaned over me and grabbing my cock bent down and took me in her mouth.
“Oh yes, that feels so good. Suck me,” I said as she began to move her lips up and down my now very hard cock. “I love the way you do that,” I breathed.
“Do what?” she asked with a giggle, as she stopped to tease and make me wait.
“Suck my cock,” I groaned.
She smiled and returned to the task at hand, repeatedly running her tongue up and down my cock and then swallowing me whole. After a few minutes she began bobbing her head up and down on my cock. She really knew how to pleasure me and after a few minutes I was close to cumming.
“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up,” I said.
“I can tell you are getting ready.”
“And how is that,” I asked, wanting to hear the response I loved.
Crawling slowly up my body, dragging her tits against me all the way, she reached my ear where she whispered, “Because I can taste you”. I groaned as she continued, “and I guess I better quit because I need to feel your hard cock in my hot wet pussy. I need you to fuck me now.”
“Mmm, there’s nothing I’d like better, but first lay back.”
“That’s what I had in mind she giggled.”
“Yea, but I’m not going to fuck you just yet”
“Then just what are you going to do?”
“Guess,” I said, as we switched positions. Taking the bottle of champagne, which was almost empty, I sprawled between her outstretched legs. Placing my finger over the top I began rubbing the neck of the bottle up and down her pussy lips.
“What are you doing,” she asked.
“Remember, I wanted a drink,” I said with a smile.
“Sex on the beach as I recall,” she said with a laugh..
As she finished her sentence I pushed just the very tip of the bottle into her pussy, while removing my finger at the same time, and lifting the bottle to let the remaining contents drain into her pussy.
“OOOOhhhh,” she moaned, “it tickles.”
“You feel the bubbles doing their thing then?”
“Yessssss,” she growled in a whispered, throaty voice.
“Good, now it’s my turn.”
Removing the bottle I quickly replaced it with my mouth and began sucking the champagne from her pussy. When the sweet nectar quit flowing I began running my tongue up and down her slit, pausing once in awhile to flick her clit.
“AAArrrggghhh, I need you in me, now!”
Rising up I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her tight little hole and plunged into her very warm, wet pussy. She pulled her legs up so that I could penetrate her fully, and I pounded into her hard enough that you could hear my balls slapping her ass over the noise of the waves. “Oh, yesss, harder, that’s it!”
After a few minutes I cried, “I’m almost there!”
“Ohhhh, yesss, give it to me,” she said as I thrust three more times and then buried myself inside her and began to explode. At the same she wrapped her legs around me and grabbing my ass pulled me tight as I began to feel her convulse in an orgasm.
We lay there like that for several minutes holding each other, my cock still embedded in her pussy, until it softened enough to fall out. I then rolled off and we lay there cuddling, enjoying the afterglow of our coupling as the warm ocean breeze flowed over our bodies. We dozed off like that, for how long I don’t know, but when I awoke I knew we had to get going. I certainly didn’t want to get caught sleeping naked, on the beach, in a foreign country as who knew what the penalty for that might be. Getting up we gathered our clothes and hastily dressed as we headed back to our room to enjoy a proper nights sleep.
On the way back to our room I took the wrong path and we wound up walking through a garden like area with a number of small, one-story buildings which I presumed to be bungalows. I was certain this was where the very rich came to stay and play at the resort. Some of the bungalows were well lit and some were not. As we passed one well lit bungalow I thought I saw a naked woman in one of the windows. Stopping Cindy, I retraced our steps and pointed to the window. We moved cautiously up the dark path towards the bungalow, until we were situated in a thick grove of bushes that hid our view from within. From our vantage point we could clearly see into the window and there, lying on the bed we saw a beautiful, naked woman. She was lying on her back and sitting next to her on the bed was a man clothed only in shorts. He had a camera and appeared to be taking pictures as another gentleman, a chocolate brown looking black man, worked his hands over her naked body. You could see the oil glistening on his hands and her body as he expertly worked over her full breasts. Every once in awhile his hands would trace their way down her stomach and disappear in the vee of her legs. When his hands disappeared below we could see her back arch up and it was obvious from her reaction that he was exploring her pussy.
Seeing this sight I became instantly aroused and snuggled up behind Cindy, pulling her close. Working my hand under her shirt I began massaging her breasts, tugging on first one nipple and then the other. Cindy began to push back against my hard cock as we watched the woman on the bed get up. She moved in front of the black man and begin to remove his clothes.
Once naked she pulled him back to the bed, and as he laid down we saw her take his black pole, squirt a little oil on it, and massage it to life. Cindy reached back and grabbed my cock, matching her strokes to the ones we were watching. With one hand paying attention to Cindy’s tits, my other stole down the front of her pants and began exploring the furry patch between her legs as we continued to watch the show in front of us. It wasn’t much longer before the woman stopped massaging the now very hard cock in front of her and stood up. At this point my fingers found Cindy’s very wet, hot hole, as we watched this strange woman lift her leg and straddle the black man. Rising up she grabbed the hard pole in front of her and placing it at the entrance to her pussy, impaled herself quickly on his hardness, as who we presumed was her husband, took in the show. We watched as she threw her head back in ecstasy and began to slowly ride up and down on his cock. I moaned into Cindy’s ear as she pulled my cock harder against her ass.
“You don’t know how much I wish you were naked at this moment,” I breathed.
Cindy moaned her agreement, although I wasn’t sure if her moan was in response to my words, or to the three fingers I now had buried deep inside her. I was fast approaching another orgasm, as was Cindy, when we heard another couple making their way down the path. Reluctantly I stepped back from Cindy and grabbing her hand, pulled her along as we ran the rest of the way down the path and back to the hotel. Once in our room, Cindy and I began to talk about what we just witnessed.
“Can you believe what we just saw she asked?”
“No, but remember what the brochures said about adult play land and adventures of a lifetime. Maybe that’s the kind of thing they were talking about.”
“Well I admit my mind went some places when I read that.”
“Sexual places you mean, right?”
“Yes!”
“While mine did too, but what we saw was something out of even my wildest dreams. And you know how wild they can be.”
“Yes I do she said with a smile, “Do you think the couple that happened along saw us watching them?”
“No, it was too dark and we were hidden by the bushes.”
“So have you thought about doing anything like that?” I asked.
“What do you mean, another guy?”
“No, I know that you have that fantasy, about doing it with a stranger and a black man at that?”
“A stranger yes, I’ve had my fantasies, but a black man, I haven’t really thought about it.”
“Well?” I asked.
“Well what?”
“Would you do it with a black man?”
“I don’t know,” thinking about it further she stated a simple, “I might.”
“Hmmm.”
“Hmmm, what?”
“Nothing…..all I know is I’m horny again,” I said as I pulled her to me and put my hand down her pants as I kissed her. She gave me her tongue and moaned. Ripping our clothes off we fell laughing on the bed. We again made wild, passionate love, while we talked about what we had witnessed, and then fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning we went down to breakfast. As luck would have it, at the table next to us was the couple we saw through the window. Cindy and I just looked at each other and smiled. It wasn’t long before she struck up a conversation, as she usually does with anyone new we meet. As we talked and ate we learned that she, Sandy, and her husband, Ken, had just spent their last night at the resort and were on their way home after breakfast. This was their fourth time at this resort, and they just loved it. I asked if there was anything particular we should see or do. Sandy and Ken both said that we couldn’t go wrong with anything we did. There was a beautiful evening dinner cruise we could take, a hiking trip into the mountains, snorkeling, and even para-sailing if were adventurous.
“Adventurous, I like the sound of that,” I said.
“So do you and your wife like a little adventurous fun in everything that you do?” Sandy asked with a wink and a smile.
Cindy and I both looked at each other at the mention of wife, but neither of us said anything, we just continued to smile at each other.
“We certainly do,” said Cindy. “Is there anything really special we should try?”
“If you want a real special treat then you should get an in room massage. I always get one on the last night. I’d suggest you ask for Marco, he’s the best in my opinion. If you decide to get one, tell him Sandy recommended him, and ask him for the works.”
“And that’s adventurous,” Cindy asked knowing full well what Sandy meant given what we witnessed last night.
“Oh my sweetie yes it is. You can have an ordinary massage which is great, but if you ask for the works, you’ll have an experience you’ll never forget, but it is truly for those that are very open minded and adventurous. Trust me,” she said with a wink.
“Well we have to run now,” Ken said, “or we’ll miss our plane. It was nice meeting you two, and my wife is right about the massage, ask for the works and you’ll never forget it.”
After they left Cindy and I sat there and finished our breakfast. After several more minutes I decided to ask the obvious question.
“So what do you think?”
“About what?”
“About the massage, would you like one?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“Well let me know. I’m sure you probably need to make the arrangements in advance. I could always make them and we could cancel.”
“Well, I have always wanted a massage. I’m just not sure about the works.”
“Well how about if I make the arrangements for a massage and we take it from there.”
“I guess that would work.”
“Great, tell you what, I’ll go make the arrangements. Why don’t you go get our day gear and then meet me in the lobby in 30 minutes. This morning we are taking a grand tour of the surrounding area and our bus is scheduled to meet us then.”
“Ok, I’ll see you there.”
I gave Cindy a quick kiss and then watched her walk off towards the elevators. I went to the desk and inquired about massages with Marco and luckily he had one 2 hour, couples slot open from 8:00pm to 10:00pm. Having that booked I went off in search of Cindy.
The day was great. Cindy and I spent it exploring the city, walking up and down quaint streets, through many shops and the famous open air market. We ate lunch at a wonderful little café on the ocean, and also took in a boat ride. The day flew and the next thing we knew evening was upon us. We made it back to our room at 7:30pm, and I suggested we shower in preparation for Marco.
“We,” Cindy asked.
“Yes we, there’s room for two.” “You just want to see me naked.”
“You got that right, it’s a sight I live for.”
“Yea right,” she said, but didn’t give me any additional grief as I followed her in the bathroom and helped her out of her clothes. Stepping back for a second I admired her beauty. Since we could never get together that often it had only been a handful of times that I had seen her naked. I could do nothing, but wonder at how lucky I was for her to share this intimacy with me. Stepping out of my reverie I joined her in the shower and I couldn’t resist spending a little extra time soaping up her breasts and pussy. She playfully slapped me twice telling me we didn’t have enough time, but at the same time she also managed to get in a few feels of my cock. She was definitely horny which was something I knew would play in my favor.
As we exited the shower I dropped to my knees and got in a few licks of her pussy before she pushed me away exclaiming, “Marco will be here any minute.”
Reluctantly I stopped, hoping I’d be able to finish eating her, among other things, in a little while. We finished drying off, and dressed only in our underwear put on the soft white robes that the hotel provided. We just came out of the bathroom when there came a knock at the door.
I opened the door and there indeed was the handsome black man we had witnessed through the window the night before. He stood about 2″ taller than me, and was athletic in appearance. I guessed his age at about 30, but one thing I’ve learned over the years is that black men age much more gracefully then white men so he could have been much closer to our 40s age group.
“Marco, I presume,” I said.
“Yes, sir, at your service,” he said with that island accent that I liked to listen to.
“We’ve been expecting you, do come in,” I said as I pointed to a chair.
Now that he was here I could tell that Cindy was having second thoughts and she motioned me to join her in the other room.
“I’m not sure if I can go through with this,” she said.
“Well remember, it’s only a massage. It doesn’t need to be anything more. If you want to send him away you can, otherwise I’d say just relax and enjoy the massage and if the feeling is right, go for anything more that you want. Remember I’m right here with you.” With that she smiled and taking me by the arm we both returned to the other room.
“Marco, this is Cindy, and we’d like a massage, although she’s going to go first. We understand there are a couple of different types of massages and we’re not sure which one to have. Can you give us the run down please.”
As I said this I poured Cindy a glass of champagne which she summarily downed. I refilled her glass as Marco began to speak once again in that melodious exotic accent.
“I offer a traditional deep tissue massage, a Swedish massage, a hot stone massage, and an all over special body massage, that I call the Works, that is guaranteed to be something you’ll never forget.”
“What exactly do you mean by an all over special body massage,” I asked as I looked at Cindy and winked.
“It’s an erotic massage, reserved for discriminating couples who are open minded.”
“Is that the massage you gave Sandy last night?” Cindy asked.
“Indeed it is, but how do you know that?”
“Because we had breakfast with Sandy and her husband this morning and they recommended that massage if we wanted some adventure.”
Marco laughed, “Yes, Sandy and Ken are two of my best customers. So is that what you want?”
“I don’t know,” Cindy said.
“Let’s just start with the traditional, deep tissue massage,” I suggested.
“Good choice!”
With that Marco opened up his portable massage table. He told Cindy that she could wear the fewest clothes she felt comfortable wearing, but preferably no more than panties and a t-shirt and no bra. With that Cindy went into the other room, I’m sure to remove her bra and add a t-shirt. I dimmed the lights and opened the balcony door so that we could hear the rhythm of the waves as they pounded against the shoreline.
Cindy returned and with her back to Marco removed her robe. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had on only her panties. She smiled at me and teased me by shaking her tits. I noticed her very erect nipples and licked my lips and smiled back as I watched her lay face down on the table.
Placing a white linen cloth over her bottom, Marco took out a couple of different scented oils and placing each in turn in front of Cindy’s nose asked her to pick the one she liked the most. She picked the third one, which he said was a fine choice, and then squirting some on his palms, began rubbing it into Cindy’s back and shoulders. Watching his black hands, glistening with oil, move all over her soft, white flesh was a very erotic sight, and I felt my cock begin to stir. Especially as I thought about the full body massage she might receive in a little bit. After about 15 minutes her whole back was glistening and glowing a soft red glow from the increased blood flow that the massage was creating.
“You have such magic hands,” Cindy moaned as he continued kneading lower and lower down her back and began working on her legs and feet.
“So are you glad you opted for the massage Cindy,” I asked about 15 minutes later.
“Yes, this is incredible. I could stay like this all night!”
“Well it’s already been about a ½ hour. Thirty more minutes and then it’s my turn,” I said as I winked at Marco. “That is unless…..”
“Unless what?” she asked.
“Unless you want to continue with the works,” Marco said.
“And just where would you start?”
“The front of your legs.”
“That’d mean I’d have to roll over then.”
“That’s right,” I said.
Cindy lay there for another minute, looking me in the eye she mouthed, “What should I do?”
I mouthed back, “Chance of a lifetime, what happens in Aruba stays in Aruba.”
After another minute she replied, “I guess that would be okay.”
Marco looked at me and asked, “Is that okay with you?”
Understanding that he was seeking my permission I said, “Give the lady what she wants,” and as I stared directly into Cindy’s eyes I asked, “Do I get to participate at any point along the way?”
“You can do whatever you and the lady want,” said Marco.
With that Marco removed the cloth that was covering her lower body and, at this moment of truth I watched as Cindy rolled over, baring her breasts to both my and Marco’s eyes. She closed her eyes as Marco began to work on her feet. After several minutes he poured more oil on his hands and began working higher and higher up her legs, until he reached her thighs. Working slowly up and down each leg I watched as his hands came closer to Cindy’s inner thighs with each pass. After a few more minutes he poured more oil into his hands and began working on Cindy’s stomach. His hands continued to trace ever widening circles outward from her navel, just grazing the waistband of her panties and the underside of her breasts. Then I watched as both hands finally converged on her breasts, kneading each and pulling forward as he pulled on the nipples with each pass. Cindy’s breathing had become quicker now and low moans were beginning to escape from her lips. She looked at me as Marco’s hands stole down to her underwear, and his thumbs hooked into the elastic of her waistband. I smiled and nodded affirmatively as she lifted her hips and allowed Marco to remove her underwear. That left my beautiful Cindy lying completely naked, on the table in front of this strange man and myself.
Marco returned to the massage and was now rubbing oil deeply into the tissues of Cindy’s thighs. After a few moments his hands would move away from her thighs, travel all the way down to her feet, and then all the way up to circle her breasts and back again. In the soft light I could make out the profile of her proud points standing high and see the fuzz of her pussy hair as it stood out from her skin. My cock was aching from having been hard for most of the last hour and I found myself absentmindedly stroking it through my robe as I continued to watch the site unfold before me.
Cindy was breathing heavily now and making soft mewling noises as she watched me play with my cock. After a few moments she motioned for me to come over. When I arrived at the table she reached over and undid my robe.
“I want to feel your cock,” she said as her hand encircled my hard member.
At this point Marco began working further down across her abdomen, concentrating on her pelvis. He poured more oil directly onto her mound and then began massaging it in.
“Open your legs Cindy,” I said and as she did I watched Marco’s hand disappear between her legs for the first time. I looked on as he dragged his finger through her now very slick furrow and I felt her hand grip tightly around my cock as first one finger and then a second disappeared inside her pussy. With that I grabbed both her feet and pulled them back, giving Marco complete access to her pussy and me complete access to the show that was unfolding before me.
I watched as he repeatedly moved his black fingers in and out of her tight pink pussy, dragging them across her clit as he did so. Cindy was panting by now, and I could tell was nearing orgasm.
“I think it’s time,” I said.
Knowing what I meant Marco moved away from the table and began undressing as I helped Cindy up and over to the bed. She sat down at the same time Marco made his way over and she took his black cock in her hand for the first time and began stroking it. It didn’t take long before he was hard as a rock and with that I laid Cindy back on the bed. Positioning myself at her head I grabbed her legs and pulled them back to offer her pussy fully to Marco. He knelt before her and with a long, slow swipe of his tongue licked the entire length of her slit. It was a sight to behold, to see Cindy, her body glistening with oil, spread wide on the bed with her very red swollen pussy being licked by this strange black man.
“I need to be fucked now,” she moaned.
With that Marco moved up between her legs as I pulled them back further to open her fully to him. I watched as Marco rubbed his cock head up and down the length Cindy’s very swollen and wet pussy lips.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me good,” she whispered.
Marco smiled and I watched as he eased the head of his cock in her pussy. Cindy jumped at that first contact and then pushed back, as Marco grunted and buried his cock in her in one full swoop. At the same time she looked at me.
“Fuck my mouth, I want two cocks tonight!”
With that Marco and I began fucking Cindy. I watched his cock disappear in and out of her pussy, while my own cock moved in and out of her mouth.
“Oh yessss, fuck meeeee, both of you,” she moaned around my cock, as we began to get into a steady rhythm.
Cindy’s moaning began louder and louder and she bucked wildly as we continued our assault on both her holes. Then suddenly she stiffened and grabbed Marco and began convulsing in an orgasm. Marco announced he was just about ready to cum as did I and a few seconds later he pulled his cock out of Cindy’s well fucked pussy and began stroking it wildly as he shot long streams of cum all over her mound and stomach. That was enough for me and I too came, pulling my cock from Cindy’s mouth and jerking off all over tits.
As we recovered a few minutes later I watched Marco as he went into the bathroom and then I laid down next to Cindy. In a few minutes Marco returned, dressed and with a hot washcloth which he used to clean her up. Looking at the clock I noticed our 2 hours were almost up.
Getting up I helped Marco pack up and we thanked him for the adventure as he left. Returning to bed I removed my robe and snuggled up against Cindy’s naked body.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes, and you?”
“Yes, that was indeed a very special treat watching you be pleasured. No regrets then?”
“None,” she sighed as we drifted off to sleep to dream of the further adventures we might have on this great island trip.