The weather was spectacular. The tranquil seas reflecting the clear, blue skies, and the tropical air making everything feel slow and sensual. The delicious sunshine warmed the faces of James and Caroline as they disembarked. Such an attractive couple walking hand and hand through the airport. James Dart was a handsome and intelligent man. Tall, slender, brown hair, green eyed with a body toned from years of physical fitness. His athletic build complimented Caroline’s delicate, womanly form. Her long, blonde hair and blue eyes gave her the air of an exquisite china doll. Graceful and lithe, her body moved in perfect rhythm with his long, elegant stride.
The February air in New York had been cold and dry, and the contrast was striking. Walking out of the airport in Montego Bay, the air was heavy and warm. The cab left them at the airport where they would board the small puddle-jumper plane to Negril, thus avoiding the jarring hour-long ride through the poverty-stricken towns. As they departed the cab, James removed his sport coat in the humid afternoon air, and extended an arm to Caroline as she exited the cab, noting with approval the décolletage.
Seated intimately close to James on the plane, Caroline could smell the citrusy scent of his cologne. She placed her hand on his left leg, and her fingers drew lazy circles along his inner thigh through the finely woven cloth. Leaning over to gaze out the portal, his arm gently brushed her firm, nubile breasts. Her nipples hardening at the touch. "Welcome to Jamaica, darling," James softly murmured. She smiled up at him, and their eyes met. Excitement was dancing in both.
Below was a carpet of green as the plane few over the interior hills. On the airplane radio was an old song, Johnny Nash was singing “I Can See Clearly Now.” Their destination was a resort which Conde’ Nast had judged the finest in the Caribbean. It was a resort of marble and glass, set on the white sand of Negril’s celebrated seven-mile beach.
As the little plane began its decent, they could see the crescent of the beach on Bloody Bay. The yacht owned by the resort, and known for its sunset cruises, sat placidly at anchor. And there, apart from the main beach, was the tree-shaded clothing optional beach their second-floor room overlooked.
In the marble lobby, with its working waterwheel, the check-in process was swift and efficient. Their few bags were transported, and they strolled, as the heat of the day began its late afternoon decline, down the path of their room. Pausing to glance at the open-air exercise room, they noticed a tan girl in a tiny bikini on a treadmill, a promise of the visual treats in store.
Upon arrival at their opulent suite, a chilled magnum of champagne, an assortment of bottled waters and an overflowing basket of succulent fruit greeted them. The balcony doors were opened and beckoning them outside. Once in the open air, Caroline felt his arms wrap gently around her waist, and she turned to kiss him longingly. Trailing feathery kisses down his neck, her fingers nimbly removed his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing the tan, muscular chest that she so adored. As she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, Caroline teased his nips with her tongue. He let out a quiet gasp as her hand slipped down and enveloped his burgeoning erection.
James slid his hands up from her full, round hips to the plunging back of her white, linen dress. After unzipping her, he slowly slipped the dress over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The white, silk demi-bra and thong standing out against the tawny color of her skin. Tracing the outline of her silky thong with his strong, masculine fingers, Caroline moaned with pleasure. With his finger inside the top of her panties, James tugged at her to come inside. Once there, he laid her on top of the plush, king-sized bed. The warmth of her body delighting in the crisp, coolness of the sheets. He then undressed before her. Her eyes admiring the sculpted lines of his beautiful body.
