Friends in fine places definitely could make a young man's life suddenly rich and exotic. John, who decided to take a break after completing his bachelor's degree, was bound for a jet-setter, five-star tropical paradise. And, while many rich people would be passing through, John was there to work and perhaps discover a few things about what the fine life was all about.
With plans to pursue his master's in financial law, he reasoned one day he may return to this sensuous lagoon and let others haul his bags.
Having graduated high school ahead of schedule at age 16, and his BS in economics, John was still a fresh faced "teenager" at age 19. For all his intelligence and maturity though, John lacked in one area.
His parents instilled in him the intent to "save himself" for the right young lady. His mom, Hope, said once he completed law school and joined a firm, women would line up to compete for his affections, and he certainly wouldn't want to waste himself on the wrong woman. His dad, John Sr., who was partially to thank for this Caribbean sojourn advised him before he caught his flight to Miami, "John, the right one might visit your resort ... and she might not be someone you'll ever marry. She might be the one you remember fondly when you get to be my age."
So, although he was sexually naive, that conversation caused quite a stirring inside. As his travels progressed, he found himself fantasizing about the flight attendant, other passengers, even women who worked at restaurants in the airport. With those thoughts, his cock spent most of the day stiff and needful of attention.
To hide his thoughts, and more importantly the physical reaction, he'd stuff a hand in the pocket of his cargo shorts to diminish the otherwise obvious lump that twitched there.
Had the opportunity arose, as his dick had, most young men would have taken the first private moment to masturbate. John, however, had a disciplined and focused mind. After all, not just anyone can complete a college degree by the time most high school graduates are finally getting to their higher education.
One passenger certainly caught his eye, a blonde woman who looked to be in her late 20s, golden brown skin that contrasted nicely with her lustrous mane of thick silky hair and entrancing aquamarine eyes. Though he was no expert on female anatomy, he figured she had to be a 36D-23-34. Whatever her measurements though, she was a dream package. John stole glances her way noting the length of her legs and a bountiful rack. He noticed a couple times her loose blouse would open revealing the deep valley between two luscious breasts. Once the blonde got up, presumably to use the restroom, and John was treated to the shapeliest ass he'd ever laid eyes on. This fox was truly a work of art, but there was one problem.
While he peeked now and then, and could readily conjure up thoughts of what he would do to her, those images were vague and rather unspecific. He was embarrassed to admit she scared him, because he wouldn't know the first thing to say or do to get her attention, let alone get in her panties.
Was she the one?
For her part, Macy was headed to the Coral Bay Golf and Tennis Resort to take a much needed break from work in the Big Apple. She was looking forward to joining her husband, Peter, a successful real estate developer, who left a few days earlier to play a little golf with some business associates. The couple normally took some time in early spring to get away from the still gloomy New York weather.
Although her mind was already settling in to the white sandy beaches and soaking up the sun, she became aware of the sexy young man whom she noticed kept looking at her in that lustful way inexperienced young men so often did. Must be around 20, maybe younger. Jet black hair that made his green eyes almost appear on-fire; she also noted his white-toothed smile and strong jawline. At what she guessed about 6'1" and 190 pounds he was solid, tasty piece of masculine meat. She realized this hot stud represented one of her hottest fantasies: to seduce and fuck a young man, perhaps even be his first and last sex tutor. Probably his last, she reasoned feeling confident in her experience and abilities between the sheets.
These thoughts caused her tongue to glide over her lips as she dreamed of licking his ruddy helmet then sucking his cock into her throat. He looked like someone who was going somewhere in life, and if she wasn't married, she'd be intrigued to find out where.
They never actually talked on the flight or made introductions, but later at the baggage claim area, John helped her get her large suitcase off the conveyor. She gave him a sweet smile and thanked him for being a gentleman. But that was all and soon she was off to the resort, unaware that the young man was headed there too in one of the nondescript vans that picked up resort employees.
The driver dropped Macy off in front of the bungalow she and her husband would reside in for the next 14 days. No sooner had she opened the door than Peter wrapped his arms around her and ravished his sexy wife.
"Welcome to Jamaica babe, I hope you brought something tasty for me, because I've missed you," he said, with a sudden overwhelming desire to fuck his wife silly.
Macy squealed in delight, reaching up to kiss him and give herself to his pawing hands.
The first day they toured the island and hit some of the popular tourist areas. Both clearly would have been fine staying in the room and having sex, but Macy did want to see a bit of the island, and if she were to fulfill her fantasy and fuck some young man, that might be the only thing she would do for the rest of her stay ... well, except she might share him with Peter.
The two believed they had the best marriage in that they didn't hide anything from each other, their personalities complemented one another and of course, the sex was great. And, they didn't keep that sex in-house, as neither was forbidden from satiating his or her lusts with another person when the opportunity arose. Peter had already seduced a lovely German cleaning lady, and when Macy arrived, they took turns bringing Karin to orgasm whenever she stopped by to clean their unit. Karin laughed and said it was the best tip she ever got.
Born with a nature to flaunt her beauty, maturity turned this into a desire to show off her considerable sexual charms, including her 36DD tits (John was close, but not quite on the mark!). For someone who already craved sex, Macy's libido escalated still further when Peter showed her the swimsuits he bought for her to wear. He made sure she complied taking her already skimpy bikinis and slicing them into ribbons as soon as she unpacked.
Even Macy was a bit hesitant to wear one of the micro-kinis down to the beach that morning, but Peter stroked her ego and reminded her the people they would meet were strangers and they likely would never see them again. Staring at the wispy suits her mind began to imagine strutting across the beach showing other women what a voluptuous body she had while driving all the men crazy. The thong included a mere string that disappeared up the crack of her ass and a narrow panel just broad enough to cover her already moist cleft. The top offered little more with only two tiny panels that barely covered her now erect and very sensitive nipples.
Suddenly Macy didn't want to go show off to the world, her hand began to massage her husband's cock as she suggested he fuck her senseless in the sexiest voice. If it wasn't for his resolve to parade her around on the beach, and also to stroke his own ego when men realized she was his fuck toy ... if it wasn't for that he would have gladly eased the burning in his groin and shoved his cock deep in her hot, tight box.
