"Do you want to go or not?" Theresa asked as she finished drying her hair. She adjusted her top, primping her generous cleavage and then fluffed her hair before looking in the mirror. A bright smile spread across her face and she nodded.
Theresa was two weeks past her 40th birthday but she looked much younger. Her pretty round face was devoid of wrinkles and she had a warm youthfulness to her pretty blue eyes.
"I think I'm going to stay here and hang out at the pool," her husband Jeremy said as he laid under the covers. He was nursing a hangover and hadn't been out of bed other than to pee all morning.
Jeremy was five years older than his wife and looked at least his age. His gray, thinning hair and dad body made him look every bit of fifty and many times in recent years people had mistaken the couple for father and daughter rather than husband and wife. They had been married for fifteen years and they had gone to Sandals Resort to celebrate their birthdays and anniversary in one fell swoop.
"Okay, but I'll probably end up at Diamonds International," Theresa teased as she walked into the dimly lit room with a devilish grin. Jeremy had opened an account with the well known chain five years earlier when they were in Grand Cayman while cruising and they had a verified $10,000 credit line with which Theresa could do as she pleased.
"Go nuts Baby," Jeremy said, calling her bluff. He had plenty of money and he enjoyed spoiling his sexy, beautiful wife. He rubbed his aching temples and kissed Theresa goodbye.
The door clicked and Jeremy reached down between his legs as he grabbed his laptop computer and clicked on the file for his secret porn stash. He had nearly a Terabyte of porn, in a myriad of genres, in a hidden, password protected file, and he grabbed hold of his dick as he opened his favorite subfolder.
Theresa sat on the bus as they bounced into town. Her prominently displayed breasts jiggled and the vibration of the loud rough diesel engine had a profound effect on her libido. She felt self conscious as the only single woman on the bus but she'd been to Jamaica a few times in the past and she knew how to be safe.
The bus pulled to a stop at a small ramshackle shack beside the road, less than a mile from their destination, and the group filed out. A large black woman in her early thirties with enormous breasts and a nice pretty smile welcomed them into the plywood structure and several people disappeared into the small room in back to buy pot while others bought fruit and trinkets from the big, pretty woman.
Theresa bought a few oranges and then went into the back room as it emptied to buy some weed. She hadn't gotten high in years but "when in Rome," she reasoned with a soft giggle.
"How much you want?" The man, who bore a striking resemblance to Usain Bolt, asked in a thick Jamaican accent. His half closed, red eyes left no doubt that he'd recently sampled his product. Theresa felt jolt of attraction for him and she glanced behind her as the last of the group left the room. Her pulse quickened as adrenaline coursed through her curvaceous body. She wasn't fat like the woman out front but she had full hips and big natural breasts with a narrow waist and somewhat broad, square shoulders. She'd been a swimmer in college and she'd never lost her athletic build even after two kids.
"What do you recommend? I'm just going to shop for a bit and then hang out at the beach." Her pulse was beginning to race faster and she nervously twirled her long brown hair with her fingers. She had hoped to have sex with Jeremy the night before but her husband had gotten sloppy drunk and passed out before she could initiate. They hadn't been intimate in weeks and she felt a bit needy as she eyed the tall black man's sinewy arms. His fresh musky scent mixed with the smell of marijuana filled her head and with it came a bevy of wicked thoughts.
"Give this a try," he said as he lit a joint and took a drag before handing it to her. He smiled knowingly and Theresa shivered. She felt the sexual energy in the air and she started to chew lightly on her bottom lip. She had, for the most part, been faithful to Jeremy during their marriage, unless you counted making out with her neighbor Sue one night after too many glasses of wine. She didn't count that and she had honestly never been tempted until that moment.
Theresa took a long drag on the lit joint and held it in her lungs. Her body began to pulsate and her sex throbbed. She had long forgotten how how horny pot made her and she squeezed her thick, meaty thighs together rhythmically, making her needy clit pulsate in time with her beating heart.
"Wow, that's strong," Theresa giggled. She felt instantly buzzed and her eyes lingered on his. "I don't think I can handle more than a joint."
She paid his price and tucked the joint into her wallet. Their eyes met again and her legs felt heavy. She breathed deep and looked wistfully at his handsome face.
"God damn you are a good looking man," she said softly as her eyes moved down his slim body. They paused at his crotch and she gazed longingly at it for what seemed like an eternity. "Did I say that out loud? I'm sorry that wasn't appropriate was it?"
"So you want something more than ganja," he nodded with a big, knowing grin. He lifted his shirt over his head and Theresa inhaled sharply. The room seemed to spin slowly and she looked wide eyes at his dark, well defined chest. She had often, secretly, fantasized about black men. She found their dark skin and brash confidence to be rather alluring, though she had never actually acted on her jungle fever.