Jamaica Pt. 2

Mel and I changed into long t-shirts and got comfortable on the patio. We had the best view! Our hotel came out of the side of a mountain and overlooked the ocean. It was perfect and I never wanted to leave.

Mel started telling me her story: After they left our room, they headed down to the dance club and had a few more drinks. He was normally the bartender there, but he had the night off. The club was pretty empty since it was so late. There were a few still left, nursing a beer or 2, tryin' to hit on the single ladies hoping to get some action. Mel and Cuba Gooding, Jr.'s mini-me drank, danced, flirted.. then drank and flirted some more. He showed her around the club.. though I don't really see what there was to actually 'show' her. It was a club.. it had a bar, a dance floor, tables.. and upstairs more tables and chairs. Simple. I saw the club the following night.. there wasn't anything special about it. Not to me anyway.

Apparently I didn't get the same 'tour' as she did. Her tour consisted off basically the same thing.. bar, dance floor, upstairs.. tables, chairs.. sex on the stairs. Yep! You read that correctly. On the STAIRS! In the middle of a club.. that was STILL open! STILL had ppl in it! Ok.. I've been adventurist but wow.. not that much! I don't really like ppl *watching* me have sex... well.. not unless I plan on inviting them to join eventually. She gave me the 'dirty' details, which I will spare you since it's her story (and privacy). I also shared my story and we sat up past the sunrise laughing, comparing men, details and smoking more cigarettes than we should have.

I woke up hot, stiff and confused. Where the fuck was I and why was I so damn hot. Did the A/C bust in the room? They were SOOOO gonna fix that ASAP or we were changing rooms. And why was it so goddamn bright? Didn't I tell Mel to shut the blinds before going to bed? Wait.. DID we ever go to bed?? I finally opened my eyes. Nope. We were STILL sitting in those plastic shitty chairs on the balcony. It was bright as hell out.. my head started instantly pounding.. I was sweating thru the t-shirt and my body was locked in the sitting position. I tried to call Mel to wake her up too.. knowing she was gonna be in as much pain as I was but she wouldn't stir. I was stuck in the chair and moving hurt like a bitch. I was able to grab the plastic water bottle I had downed earlier and threw it at her. Surprisingly.. smacking her in the face didn't wake her, but when the bottle hit the wall and slammed to the ground it did. She made the same moans I did, looked just as confused as I did and looked like she was in the same pain. Good.. misery loves company lol.

Eventually we were able to peel ourselves off the chairs and walk.. which looked more like a crab than a human. We finally showered, got dressed and headed down for food. We were so hung over we couldn't even walk straight and I wanted to kill the midget in my head with his stupid hammer. The rest of the day we spent napping or down at the pool. By nightfall we were feeling better and went back down to the pool as we heard some people our age partying. Shortly after getting there, we struck up a conversation with some trucker that was down there on vacation. He had a shitload of Jamaican pot on him and asked us if we wanted to smoke together. Of course we said yes and headed up to his room with fresh drinks in our hand. The thought that this guy was some crazy vacation-murdering freak never crossed our minds... thank God he wasn't. We hung out in his room (which was just a few doors down from our room) for a little bit, smoked some, he gave us some as he was leaving the next day and couldn't bring it back with him.

We got up to leave and almost fell right on our faces. We had smoked plenty of 'American' weed before.. but this shit!?!? OMFG We stumbled back to our room, changed clothes and collasped on our beds. I couldn't even tell you what time it was, but the sun was far from coming up.

The next morning I woke up in a puddle of my own drool. Sexy, I know lol. Sitting up made me dizzy and I swore the room was tilted.

I was still stoned. I looked at the clock and it was 2pm. 2-fucking-pm!! WTF?! I just lost like 12 hrs. and was STILL stoned! WTF was IN that weed? I crawled out of bed and went to hers. I had to find out if she was just as fucked up as I was.

She was. We were confused, stoned, hungry and hung over again. Time to sit on the balcony, drink juice (coffee for her), smoke (cigarettes!! not the weed) and figure out our plans for the day.

Jamaica part 1

**This is for SweetCanadian**

Early 2000 my friend, Mel, won tickets for 2, all expenses paid, at an all enclusive resort in Jamiaca. She originally was taking her live-in boyfriend but about 2 months before the trip they broke up and she asked me to go instead. Her birthday was the day we arrived and we couldn't think of a better way to celebrate her 21st.

August is a HOT month for Florida. The thought of laying beachside or poolside for 5 days, having waiters catering to our every need, unlimited food and great sights sounded like just what we needed.

We arrived on the 24th. Getting from the airport to our hotel felt like it took 6 hrs... but it was probably only 2. As soon as we arrived, we dropped our luggage in the room, changed into bathing suits and flip-flops and ran down to the pool. They had a swim up bar and the drinks were free as well. To say we were pleased is an understatement.

The bar tender was a short, DARK dark skinned guy. He reminded me of a dark Cuba Gooding, Jr. a little bit and he made us laugh. He sang happy birthday to her and kept the drinks coming. His accent was enthralling and her and I both were flirting our asses off.

"Everything iree?" is what he'd ask us. The first few times he said it, her and I would stare at him, glance at eachother and back at him with a 'wtf did you just say?' expression. Apparently that loosely translated to 'everything alright?' or 'everything happy?'. We learned that quickly, as EVERY native said it.

Before we knew it, it was already dark and we were falling off our in the water bar stools. We were exhausted from our trip, very pruny, and decided to grab some food then head back to the room as the pool bar was closing anyway. There was a small food hut close by so we dried off and made our way over. The food hut didn't open for another hour but we knew if we went to the room to change, we wouldn't go back out so we waited. Finally it opened.. and guess who was the cook?? None other than Cuba Jr.'s mini-me. More flirting ensued while we ate. A friend of his, and fellow co-worker.. another bartender, came by to chat with him and sat with us. Mel flirted shamelessly with mini-me as I did the same with the friend, as they kept bringing us more alcohol. Before we knew it, it was 2am, the hut was closing and we were beyond drunk. They asked us to join them in the dance club on site, but I was just too drunk and tired to go. They walked us up to our rooms under the guise of 'making sure you get there ok'. Once there, Mel decides she does want to go dancing, however I stay behind.... with jr's friend. As Mel was leaving, I asked her to call the room before coming back, just 'incase' she would have interupted something.

Within 3 minutes of the door closing, me and jr's friend were all over each other. In the middle of getting naked he decides to tell me that he's married, has a child and has no intentions of leaving them. What a mood killer.... I, as politely as I can while drunk, tell him I don't give a fuck about that, I'm not looking to get married.. I'm not even wanting to see him again after that night, so I really don't give a shit. We continued getting undressed.

What came as a shock to me was how eager he was to go down. A LOT of blk men in America won't do it.. for whatever reason. But he did and it was great. It's his turn to lay down and finish undressing. As his boxers slid off I noticed how large he was, but it wasn't until I actually leaned in to give him head that I saw the VERY sharp curve to his dick. I mean.. the guy seriously could have fucked me from around a corner it was so bent. I know a lot of guys have a curve.. but Jesus Christ this thing looked like it was broken in 1/2. I stopped and looked up at him. He was laying back, posed and ready to recieve as if there was nothing wrong with it. I just shrugged and got to work.

10 min. later he was pulling me up and laid me on my back. The difference in our skin tone was very evident. He was just as dark as jr., if not more, and my pale milky skin looked like it glowed next to him.

I felt him near my opening, trying to enter. The head of his dick was so large it felt like a giant shiitake mushroom. I couldn't help but pull away, pushing up toward the headboard. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me back. Thankfully he took his time. He slowly picked up pace and within a minute or two my back was arching and I was grabbing at the sheets. He flipped me over and we tried doggy. It was even better. It didn't take long before we were both sweating, panting, and collasping on the bed. After a 20 min break, we started again.

Mel called in the middle of that one and I asked her to give us 20 more min. and call back. She sat at 1 of the bars.. yes.. drinking some more. After 20 min., she called back but we still weren't done. I asked her to give us 10 more min. After 30 min. of straight fucking, surely this guy would cum again? Right?? Wrong.... After the 3rd time she called, I told him he had 5 more min... if he didn't cum by then, too bad. I guess the pressure worked b/c it didn't even take him that long. She knocked on the door a few minutes later as I was grabbing his clothes and attempting to shove him out the door. Mel and him exchanged glances and a nod, he left, she came in and shut the door.

"OMG! You're never gonna guess what I just did!" She exclaimed

I had a pretty good idea since she was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. We decided to grab our cigarettes, some water and head out to the balcony to exchange stories....