"I'm gonna love ya -- and treat ya right,
I'm gonna love ya -- every day and every night."
Like any self-respecting guy, I was standing at the beach bar, watching the girls gyrating to the band's rendition of a number of reggae classics. Jake and Jenna were about the only couple dancing. Most of the other guys were watching the Superbowl final in the hotel's lounge. I guess Jake would have been with them if he hadn't married Jenna the day before, and he had to show that he was the loving husband. Me, I've never found football that compelling, and I was working on my own plan, involving me, one of Jenna's girlfriends and maybe a hot tub. Or at least something else hot and wet.
But it seemed that Jenna had warned all of her friends about me. See, Jenna and me, we had this 'thing' going, a few years back. For reasons best not examined too closely, Jenna ended up with Jake. She still tolerates me because I'm Jake's best buddy, but I guess she thinks of me as bad news, and on this occasion she seemed to have decided that her girlfriends needed to know and to be protected from me. I thought this was a little harsh. They could look after themselves - they were all big girls. Some were very big girls. But none of them showed any interest in anything beyond a little conversation.
So here I was, on the beach, watching a bunch of women dancing in the sand, feeling kinda horny but having to make do with drinking mojitos and just -- well, just watching. As Jenna seemed to have declared all of her girlfriends off limits, I changed my focus to some girls who were with another group. They seemed to be having a good time, and I was having quite a good time watching them.
In the middle of the group there was this hot blonde. She was kinda cute, with long hair in pigtails, big eyes and a turned-up nose. She was wearing a tight halter top that showed off her nice tits and her slim waist, and a skirt that came half-way down her long thighs. She was dancing barefoot, and clearly enjoying herself, smiling and laughing, opening her generous mouth wide. She could certainly dance, and she was surrounded by a group of pretty girls of various shapes and sizes who were all laughing and dancing with her.
"¿Muy bonitas, no?
" Miguel, the entertainment manager, was looking at the same group of girls, and at the blonde in particular. He and I had become drinking buddies since we met at one of the evening entertainment sessions and discussed the band -- and the rather sexy lead singer. He was checking out the quality of the reggae group, in a professional capacity -- and, from what I could see, also checking out the quality of the young women dancing to them, in a personal capacity.
"
Si
", I replied. I thought the blonde was particularly
'bonita
'.
Perhaps she saw us looking at her, because she suddenly called to her buddies, and she and several of them came across to us. "Hey guys, come and dance with us!" she said in an excited voice. Miguel, who is a good dancer, looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders, said
"¿si, como no?"
and followed her onto the dancing area -- hardly a dance floor as it was just part of the beach.
Miguel was soon dancing opposite a nicely-stacked brunette, while I focused on the blonde. I'm not sure if it's against hotel rules for the staff to come on to the guests, but to be fair, the brunette was coming on pretty strong to Miguel, who seemed happy if a little unsure of how far this could go.
Meanwhile, I was making quite a lot of eye contact with the blonde - trying to avoid staring openly at her nice tits - and hoping for some other contact soon.
"Is this love, is this love, is this love, is this love that I'm feeling?"
I guess Bob Marley could have answered his own question. They say that love is something you feel above the waist. What I was feeling wasn't so much love as a familiar hardening of something inside the pants as my new dance partner gyrated sexily to the music. The girls had dragged one or two other guys onto the dance area, so it wasn't quite so obvious that I was trying to come on to the blonde -- or maybe she was coming on to me. Either way, it was an interesting and pleasant experience.
Two more numbers on and she said "I need a drink!"
"I'll buy you one," I replied, which made her smile as it was an all-inclusive resort.
Over a couple of mojitos, and a sexy smile from her, we exchanged a little information.
"You with a wedding group?"
"Yeah!" I replied. "Jake and Jenna over there. They got married yesterday. We go back in two days. You?"
"Oh yeah. The wedding's not until the day after tomorrow - sounds like the same day you're going home - so we're letting our hair down. All the guys are watching the Superbowl final and it's a little boring. But girls just wanna have fun, eh? Where are you from?"
"Toronto. You?"
"Edmonton. It's good to get away from the snow for a while, don't you think?"
"Sure is."
"You dance well."
"Why thank you ma'am," I replied. "You dance pretty well yourself. So what's your name? And are you, like a bridesmaid or just a friend of the bride?"
"How's your Spanish?
Tengo tres secretos
," she replied mysteriously. "You need to find them out."
The band started up another number.
"I wanna have sex on the beach. Everybody move your body".
"Hey -- let's dance some more!" she said, taking my drink from me, putting both our glasses on the bar, grabbing my hand and dragging me back out into the area in front of the stage. She danced very suggestively, moving her hips in a sexy way as she sang along with the words of the song - all the while making eye contact. It seemed to me that she was giving me some very obvious signals -- but then Jenna might have had other views.
I watched the blonde swaying and twisting; watched her nice, full titties moving enticingly in front of me; watched her play with the hem of her short skirt, lifting it higher on her thighs, showing me more of those long, tanned legs. The pressure in my pants was growing by the moment.
At the end of the song, we stumbled off the dance area. My new-found friend looked around, then took my hand again and led me behind the beach bar. A couple of guys were still dancing with the other girls, but I noticed that Miguel had disappeared, and so had the stacked brunette. Then the blonde pulled me into the shadows and kissed me. I responded with all the pent-up hunger she'd aroused in me.
"Would you like to eat?" she asked me as we both came up for air.
We were at an all-inclusive hotel, where food was available 24-7. When I looked a little puzzled, she laughed and said "I'm sure I can fix you something you'll like. I promise it'll be nice and juicy". I got the message - or at least I hoped I had.
We continued around the back of the beach bar so we wouldn't be seen, and headed off, hand in hand, past rows of sun-loungers and beach umbrellas. Maybe a hundred yards from the music there was a line of beach cabanas where you could relax during the day -- palapa roofs, curtains on three sides, and a big, plastic-coated mattress inside; you know the sort of thing. She looked up and down the beach, then slipped into one. "C'mon," she giggled. "Hey -- I'll show you my first secret!"
I followed her, and we were soon kissing again. The halter top unfastened real easily, and I soon had two new toys to play with -- and they looked and felt real. Her nipples were pink, small, hard, quite long and apparently nicely sensitive, as a little manual and oral stimulation showed. Between kisses and nipple sucks she managed to pull my t-shirt over my head. Then she shimmied back on the mattress with her long legs stretched out towards me. With a sly smile on her face, she lifted the hem of her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. "Secret number one. And I can assure you that everything you see is really tasty. Why don't you try some?"
Her smile, as well as the long vertical smile between her legs, was very inviting. We kissed a while longer while my fingers made some tentative forays around the deforested and partially-flooded cleft. Then I headed in the direction she was indicating. Everything was smooth and soft -- freshly waxed, I guessed -- with some quite chewy inner lips, and it was all covered in a spicy coating of woman-juice. I went to work.
Even Jenna would admit -- though not to Jake - that I'm a skilled pussy eater. While each little pink valley has its own particular terrain and features, the basic geography is the same. Once your lips and tongue have been around a few of these moist little dells, and you can read the directions -- a little gasp, a widening of the legs, a hand grasping your hair -- then orienteering is no problem and a lot of fun. I could tell that my mystery friend was enjoying the way my tongue trailed around the cave entrance, and especially when I slid lower and teased at the other puckered hole with its tip. I took my time nibbling along her quite fleshy inner ridges, taking my time, savouring the taste. By the time I reached the head of the valley, she was ready for something more direct.
Her clit was quite large, and I spent a while exploring all of its surfaces, just gently probing with the tip of my tongue, sometimes lapping with the flat, or closing my lips around it, sucking gently as I strummed the head. The effect seemed to be broadly positive, judging by the moans and gasps that came from the darkness somewhere above my head, and the way her body started to writhe and buck around. I switched technique, not wanting her to come too soon, revisiting some earlier territory, slipping my tongue as far inside her as it would go, rimming her tight puckered asshole - she giggled and wriggled a bit at first, but then really seemed to get into it - and taking long, wet strokes from ass to clit and back again.
When she grabbed my hair with both hands and guided my mouth back to focus on her clitoris, I didn't need any verbal signals. Sure, I got quite a few -- moans, gasps, little squeals, cries of 'ohmygod!' and 'ohfuckohfuck!' -- but these were occasionally muffled as she alternately squeezed my head between her strong thighs, and then spread them wide so she could try to push her clit down my throat. As she finally got where she wanted to be, I had to hold her thighs almost flat to the mattress with my forearms to prevent her breaking my neck as her body bucked underneath me. Quite a clever trick, I thought, as I was finger-fucking both holes at the same time.
Finally, when the main 'quake was over and she'd quietened down from the aftershocks, I lifted up from my position of worship at that fountain of girl juices and smiled up at her. She had this faraway look in her eyes.
