My husband, gf and I just got back from our cruise and I have to tell you what happened. First it was a 7 day Caribbean cruise to Labadee, Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Cozumel. We all shared a deluxe suite. This day our ship was docked in Jamaica from ten am to seven pm. We started the day with a three hour tour. A catamaran took us snorkeling then to a beach. There was lots of rum punch consumed. At the end of the tour there was a small shower room to wash. The salt water gets you very sticky. My gf and I went in to shower. My husband waited outside with our stuff. When we came out he said he would just go back to the ship to shower. Feeling better after rinsing off, we told him we wanted to stay and shop while he went back to the ship. He thought that was a great idea. He's not into shopping.
We both still had our bikinis on, but had clothes to put over them. I had a black and tan striped, very snug, knit, sun dress that almost touched the ground. It showed off all the curves. Donna wore a shear, light blue cover-up that went almost to her knees. You could see her French cut bikini very well thru the material.
While walking around we were approached by a guy offering a taxi ride. We said no thanks, but he was very persistent. He told us he would take us to a great shop just out of town that has clothes, jewelry, souvenirs, everything we could want, and its much cheaper than in town. And they have free drinks. That sounded pretty good, plus we didn't want to lose our buzz. We asked how much it would cost. He said if you don't have a good time you don't have to pay anything. If you enjoy it, pay me what you want. Sounded good, so we follow him to his car. We get in the back and take off. We are driving, he's pointing out some of the sites. I happen to notice a joint on the little shelf in front of the speedometer. I asked, is that what I think it is? He says yes mama, we don't go anywhere with out it. And offers to spark it up. We're on vacation, why not. Its getting past around. We are getting further out of town. He tells us don't worry I promise its safe. Soon we are way up on top of this mountain and can just about see the whole island. We can see the ship off in the distance. It was so pretty. Then it hit me. Holy shit I am so fucking high. I look at Donna she just goes, "I know". We didn't smoke that much, but it hit us like a ton of bricks. We are laughing at each other.
Soon he pulls up to this long wood shack. Half of it is hanging over the cliff supported by wood beams. I ask, this is the place? He says you'll see, come on. We walk in. There are all types of greetings being hollered. The first thing you see is what I assumed was the bar. It was an old door on top of two wood saw horses. On it were bottles of alcohol, liters bottles of some type of liquid, and glasses. Three guys seated on stools around it. There were other rooms to the side that had all the stuff the driver told us it would have. Carribean music, (Hot, Hot, Hot) was playing loud. The first thing said after the greeting was, have a drink. Which we did. I think it was straight rum. We are drinking and looking around at all the souvenirs, t-shirts, etc. We were so fucking high and buzzed. And with the loud dance music, we were moving and dancing. You can't help yourself.
We finished our drinks, and wanted to pay for the things we picked out. A guy brought two more drinks to us as he collected the money. We were having so much fun. Still dancing and singing to the music. He said stay a little, enjoy the music, dance. He jumps up and is dancing with me. Soon he's pushing, rubbing his ass against mine. And I'm pushing right back. Harmless fun. Another guy gets up to dance with Donna. He's holding her hand high in the air, turning her around. The guy I was ass to ass with turns around. He puts his hands on my hips pulling me into his crotch. I kept rubbing. Then he starts bumping his crotch into my ass like he's dry humping me. I look at Donna to see if she's watching this.
What I see, the guy is dancing in back of her. His chest against her back. Holding both her hands high in the air with his one hand. His other hand, had lifted her cover-up, on her bare skin, around her waist. I'm thinking, it's a party now. I put my hands high in the air dancing and turning. His hands never leaving my waist as I turn. I know my big titties are out there bouncing and swaying. I stop turning, we are face to face. I give my tits the old shimmy right there in front of him. He can't take his eyes off them. He moves in and is rubbing them with his chest. Now if you know me, you'll know what I do next is not unexpected. I grab the back of his head, brought him in and batted him about the face with my tits. His hands went right to my tits, massaging them and forcing them harder into his face.
