**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....
