My wife and I left the winters cold up north to spend ten days down in the Bahamas. As usual, our flight was a total disaster, between the wait in long lines and being held up at the gate, waiting for a connecting flight. By the time we arrived almost three hours late and a day wasted on the beach, we gathered our bags, hailed a cab and checked into our hotel. My wife, by this point did not want anything to do with the beach, bars or me. So this not being a foreign place to us, as we venture there at least 2 times a year, I changed into bathing trunks, sandals a loose T-shirt. I was looking forward to going down to the swim-up bar and partake in some of the local spirits and relax in the water as my wife stayed up in the room.
I reached the pool, got into the water and swam up to the bar, I was lucky, there was a stool open. As I was getting up onto the stool, my shorts caught on sharp edge and ripped right down the middle. Normally this would not be to much a problem, but these trunks did not have mesh in them nor was I wearing a jock. I sat there pondering my situation with my legs held together when the bartender came to take my order. Here was this beautiful native girl, "TONI" whom I had met times before, address me by name, to say the least, I was impressed with her memory, lest her other attributes. Toni, is not a frail little thing, but what people may call a BBW (what I call sexy), she has medium length black hair, seductive eyes & lips, dark brown skin, boobs overflowing and a killer round butt all of which, sank deep into fantasy from previous stays. There always did seem to be some sort of bond that we shared and this time was no different, as I placed my order, we shared small talk between us, but our eyes never parted.
I, had consumed numerous drinks and was feeling no pain, when, Toni came by to tell me she was leaving for the day. I told her, that I was sad to see her leave, that is when I told her of my problem. By this point, all the stools were empty, except mine and she leaned forward so we could talk, without being overheard. When she had done so, I got a look at her ample cleavage an developed a major hard on. She said to me that the problem couldn't be that bad and came further across the bar for a look to see for herself. I tried to place my hands over my hardness, but when I had done so, it caused my cock to come right out of the rip. With her, sexy accent, she told me, that I not only had one problem, but also a rising one as my organ bobbed in and out of the water. She also, told me do not worry about that as she carried a pair of sweats when she worked at this location, because it was not uncommon for her to get splashed by the tourists and offered to let me use the bottoms. She also told me, that she would mend my shorts, if I did not mind taking a quick jitney ride as she lived close by. Who was I to argue, especially since my wife was being a bitch, I welcomed the offer to stay out a little longer well as sharing her company.
