Hi. Its Rosie Webster again.
Remember last time? I told you about the threesome Tabitha and I had enjoyed with Owen.
Well Tabitha's dad found out she had been screwing Owen, and he had sent him back to Australia.
Then Tabitha invited me to holiday with her on Barbados in her dad's villa. After she explained that she would pay my fare and all the food and drink would be provided, I of course said yes. This was with the proviso that I could get the time off work.
I was in bed with my boss Carla a few days later, having just sucked her pussy and masturbated her to a fantastic orgasm, I thought this would be a good time to ask.
As she licked my fingers dry, I casually said 'can I have two weeks off to go to Barbados with Tabitha?'
She smiled at me, then kissed me saying 'as long as you come back and make love to me like that, then anything you want is fine with me.'
As a reward, I went down on her again.
So, a few week later Tabitha and I were on a Virgin Atlantic plane, heading for Barbados. We travelled business class of course, enjoying the champagne and fantastic food.
About four hours into the flight, Tabitha fell asleep holding my hand, our fingers entwined. One of the cabin crew, a rather stunning redhead noticed this and smiled saying 'your girlfriend looks peaceful.' Then moved on.
A little while later I needed the bathroom and the same redhead was near the door. As I past, I felt her hand brush against my jeans, only a slight touch, but noticeable. She reached in her pocket and gave me a card. On it was her name and mobile number. 'if you are in London and want some company, give me a ring,' she whispered in my ear, planting a small but quite nice kiss on the lobe.
Glancing at the card I said 'I might just do that, err, Sam.' Then returned to my seat.
On landing in Bridgetown we were met by a black guy, in his 50's. Tabitha gave him a hug and introduced him to me as George, her dad's general handyman, driver, who she had known for years.
On the way to the house, she outlined the rest of the staff. There was Millie, George's wife who was housekeeper and cook. Their nephew Garfield, home from university, he helped George, and Tanya, she looked after her dad's business interests on the island.
The house was as I had imagined, right on the beach with stunning gardens and a huge swimming pool, with its own waterfall and bar. The house was breathtaking inside. My bedroom, we were not allowed to share, had its own balcony with a stunning sea view.
Tabitha dragged me into the kitchen to meet Millie, she was a large black lady, with a wonderful smile, that lit up the room. She hugged Tabitha and then me, I thought I was going to disappear, in her enormous bosom.
After tea, Garfield came in, he had been named for a famous cricketer from the island and was very tall and very handsome. I had never had a black guy, so thoughts started to percolate through my mind.
Tabitha and I walked on the beach, witnessing the most amazing sunset as we held each other closely and stealing the occasional kiss.
Back at the house we sat and chatted about old times as George & Millie related embarrassing stories of Tabitha's childhood.
Then the jet lag kicked in and I felt really sleepy. Millie took me by the hand and led me up the stairs like a little child. Tabitha was smiling as much as to say 'sorry no sex tonight.'
Millie had turned down my bed, into which I gratefully climbed. Knowing Tabitha was just down the landing was enticing, but I visualised Millie standing guard, so I teased my sensitive nipple with one hand whilst the other found its fingers stroking my pussy and eventually my clitoris, until I came with a quiet sigh and fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke at about 9 o'clock, a little unsure of where I was, but the sound of water splashing reminded me I was in paradise. I went over to the window and saw Tabitha slowly gliding down the pool in an effortless breaststroke. The was wearing the pink bikini we had picked out a Heathrow and looked gorgeous in it. I had a very quick shower, a bite to eat and joined her in the pool.
As I dived in, she glanced to see no-one was watching and gave me a big wet kiss. I tasted her tongue for the first time since yesterday and feasted on it.
We broke the kiss and just lazed in the pool, swimming under the waterfall where we could kiss unseen.
Then a young black girl came to the pool. She looked about 18 and was full breasted for such a slim figure. She had on a tight white T shirt and skimpy white shorts, vivid against her shiny black skin.
'Excuse me Miss Tabitha but there's a phone call from your daddy' she said in a lovely Caribbean lilt.
Tabitha got out of the pool and made her way to the house. I asked the girl who she was and she explained she was Lizzie and came in to help Millie around the house. I found out that she was training to be a physiotherapist and was doing this job to pay her school fees.
After lunch Tabitha and I walked along the beach to the nearest resort, where we found a nice friendly bar and ordered two really long cool drinks.
A voice from the other side of the bar said 'its alright barkeep, put those on my tab.' I looked across and saw this really good looking black guy, with an equally attractive buddy.
I replied 'why thank you kind sir.'
The two guys sauntered over and introduced themselves, they were Americans and told us they were just having a few days vacation before taking up football scholarships at Georgia Tech. This meant nothing to me, but I guess it was a big deal in the states.
The one who bought the drink was called Tony and he was from San Francisco, the other one he introduced as Marcus , who apparently had a magic arm and was a quarter back. I know nothing about football, but I knew instantly that I wanted Tony to be my first black man. Luckily Marcus seemed smitten with Tabitha.
After a few drinks we arranged to meet them later at the Marriott where they were staying.
