**DISCLAIMER**
Please note that this story is a 100% work for fiction and the characters are not reflective of their real life counterparts and are not endorsed. Any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. At the end of day, this is a fictional fantasy story, nothing more. Enjoy!
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Caroline's Cove
Starring Caroline Wozniacki
MF, Cons, Oral
16th February 2016
As I looked at the shaven pussy in front of me I had one prevailing thought.
"God I love you Rory McIlroy, you stupid Irish bastard"
I lowered my lips to her slit and slowly teased it with my tongue, a moan emanating from her mouth as I did so. I looked up at the Dane to see her eyes closed and her fingers idly pinching her nipples. I lifted my tongue to the top of her pussy and searched out her clit. The little button slowly revealed itself and her moans got a little bit louder.
"Bare der, der fΓΈles dejligt."
I had no idea what she had said but I assumed it was good. Caroline had been dropping into Danish since we met a couple of hours before so it was no surprise that she dropped into it as I was licking her pussy. But it is probably best to tell you how we met.
My name is Alan and I have been living on the island of Saint Lucia for about five years so I'm not the most local person. I moved here from New York after the economic crash ruined the company I worked for. I wasn't doing any illegal things and I invested a lot of the money I had in a restaurant so it was fairly safe. After that happened, I didn't have a job so I learned to cook from the head chef before selling it and moving here to get away from the hustle and bustle.
I ran a small beachside cafΓ©/bar where tourists would frequently come in to get a break from the sunshine. This morning two beautiful blondes walked in wearing very small bikinis and ordered a couple of drinks. It had been a while since I'd seen anyone as beautiful as the blonde in the yellow bikini so I went over to introduce myself.
"How are you ladies, welcome to my bar."
"You're the owner? No offence but you don't appear to be local." The girl in the red bikini said.
"How does one define being local? I've lived here for five years."
"I think she means you're not black, she has a fetish." Yellow said.
"Ah, then maybe Miguel will be more to your liking." I said nodding to the athletic black man at the end of the bar.
The girl in the red bikini smiled and bit her lower lip as she saw my employee standing there. She immediately stood up and walked over to him leaving me with yellow.
"Du knepper ham, hvor jeg tager denne fyr?" Yellow shouted to her friend.
Red turned around and shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'I don't know.'
"What did you say?" I asked.
"You don't want to know. Why don't you grab a drink and join me seeing as Malou looks busy."
I nodded my head and quickly grabbed a beer from the bar. I sat down in the seat opposite her and looked over her face. She was very pretty and I could tell by the quick peek at her body that she was physically fit.
"I'm Alan Stevens, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you Alan Stevens, my name is Caroline. So why are you living here? Besides the weather and babes in bikinis."
"Well those two help but I made my money in life and got fed up of everything being hectic. I moved here for the peace and quiet, so much easier to relax in the Caribbean. Plus what better way to score with bikini babes than own your own bar."
"Good plan." She replied with her heavily accented speech.
"So what do you do Caroline?"
"Me? Oh you know; this and that."
"Ha ha, you don't need to be coy."
"I'm not being coy but I want to stay anonymous here. I had a bad break up about 18 months ago and I'm starting to get over it." She said reaching over to my hand "So what I do here, I want to ensure stays here."
"And what do you want to do?"
She smiled as she moved a strand hair from her face and giggled a little. She stood up and walked over to the window overlooking the beach. I took a moment to check her body, she had a nice round ass and the bikini she wore had ridden up to show off most of her ass cheeks.
I looked around to see the girl in red kissing Miguel quite vigorously; she was practically clambering on top of him. I returned my sight to Caroline who had turned to face me and was leaning against the window frame, something running through her mind. She bit down on her index finger before walking back to the table.
"I want to find somewhere quiet to sunbathe, somewhere private. Do you know somewhere?"
"I know a cove that's private. I could take you."