The week had been a complete bust. You traveled all the way from the UK to the Caribbean for a week of business meetings and some relaxing in the sun. It ended up that the week was spent is crisis management. The up side was that everything was back on track with work with no ill effects. The down side was that you ended up spending all of what was planned to be spare time in meetings so you spent no time by the pool or on the beach. Last night's meetings went late and you have an early flight back home. To top things off, there was a mix up with your return flight and you were the only one in your group to get bumped from your flight home. The next flight was booked, so it would be another day before you could get home. Maybe this would be a chance to relax before heading home. You have until the next day before you flight out.
You catch a taxi back to the hotel where they sadly inform you that you former room has been booked, but to you surprise and delight, they say they will comp you a suite because you company often uses their site for meetings. You quickly make your way to your 3rd floor room and generously tip the bellman, strip and put on your bikini and practically run to the pool. It's early afternoon in the heat of the day, and you order a cocktail from the waiter. You lay on your back and relax in the sun letting the tension melt out of your body as you quickly drink down your cocktail and order another and drink that one. You hear a deep voice and open your eyes, but all you can see is the bright sun around a silhouette. "Excuse me," you say.
"I noticed you were sleeping and you may want to get out of the sun or put on some sunscreen before you burn. The Caribbean sun can be brutal," the voice says. You hadn't realized you had fallen asleep and thanked the silhouette as he moved away toward the pool.
Since you didn't want to sleep or burn, you decide a quick dip in the pool will wake you before turning over. The water is cool, almost cold, against your hot skin but feels good and refreshing. The hot/cold contrast makes your aureoles pull tight and your nipples harden. Not many people are around so you don't worry about it. You swim up to the bar and that's when you notice him. He is facing you. You can sense him staring at you from behind his sunglasses. He's standing in the pool with his back against the bar. You swim up to the bar and get some water and another cocktail. "I hope you don't mind that I woke you up. It would be a shame for you to get a sunburn."
You turn to face the voice, smile..."Thank you." Now that you are in the shade you can see him much better. Taller than you, he's about 6' tall, with broad shoulders and chest and a hint at what used to be six pack abs. You mention that you are glad he was so kind and you didn't realize you had fallen asleep. When he pulls up his sunglasses you are taken in by his dark brown eyes that match his brown skin. Internally you suppress a shutter that runs from your clit to your nipples as you imagine pulling on his bald head as you feel his tongue and mustache against your pussy.
After a quick chat, you find out he's here to check out the hotel for possible use as a conference site. You explain how poorly your week went and want to get back in the sun as you swim back toward you lounge. Within two min of getting to your lounge a waiter brings a bottle of sunscreen to you with the compliments of the gentleman at the bar. You smile a thanks to the mysterious gentleman. He smiles back and then turns his attention to the bar. You massage the lotion into your legs, arms, and stomach. As you apply the lotion to your chest, you notice that very few people are around and no one is looking at you. You take the opportunity to undo the back of your bikini top then the neck. The cool breeze hardens you nipples and keeps the top from falling by clinging to them. Your breasts aren't huge but they are large and nicely shaped and you are proud of them. They sag a little more than you wish, but that happens. You are often told that you have the breasts of a woman 10 years younger. You then notice out of the corner of your eye that the man has moved to the deeper end of the pool closer to you but all you can see it the back of his bald head. The image of seeing his shining dark head moving between your legs flashes through your brain and your nipples harden more and your clit throbs. You pull off you bikini top and rub the lotion into your breasts. As you rub over your nipple, it stick out further and you close your eyes and imagine again if just for a second. When you open your eyes, you see that he has turned and is staring at you behind his sunglasses. You feel emboldened and continue to massage the lotion into your breasts. With your front protected from the sun, you face your admirer and offer the bottle to him, "would you be kind enough to do my backside?" as you smile wickedly to him.
Without a word he emerges from the pool and you force yourself not to stare at the bulge in his shorts. You turn and lay on your stomach. You hear his rich voice suggest moving to the whirlpool area because of the angle of the sun. That sound good to you. You follow him to the new location and see that you can get a better angel on the sun; it is also partially secluded by low shrubs and bushes. You find a lounge and lay down on your stomach. Shortly, you feel warm hands glide over your back and shoulders massaging the muscles. He uses a liberal amount as he rubs lower and lower until he reaches you bikini bottoms. He then begins to work his hands over you from your ankles up. His touch and your thoughts keep your nipples hard and you begin to feel your pussy begin to leak.
He works both calves at the same time, then continues up your thighs. He boldly progresses up your thighs to your ass and slips his hot fingers just under the edge. Until you have been able to stifle you moans and keep your body still. A short moan escapes and turns into a long sigh. He traces along your bikini. You submit by slowly parting your thigh slightly and barely raising your hips toward him. He notices and moves his fingers along your bikini down between your thighs and back out. Your pussy is on fire. Without a word he slips a finger under your bikini and moves again toward your pussy. You arch you back in anticipation and submission. Your wish is granted when you feel his finger trace down the crack of your ass and down to your soaking pussy where he slowly pushes into you. Your moan escapes. A low long sound much louder than you wanted.