Lenny was restless. James, Jeff and he had come to Majorca from Detroit to find and fuck girls while they were on holiday. They were all in their early to mid-thirties and fairly fit. They had been told that English girls were good at 'letting their hair down' whilst on holiday and that sounded like the sort of action they were after.
So far things had not gone well. It seemed to be the season for girls to come on holiday with their husbands and boy friends. A phone call back home to his friend who had originally sold him the idea of the holiday confirmed they should have gone to the island of Ibiza.
It was too late now they had paid for their accommodation for the rest of the week.
"Why don't I try on my own?" he asked the others, "It's always a bit intimidating to be approached by three men rather than one.
They agreed and drew lots. Lenny won. He set off in good spirits that night, sure that the tide would turn for them.
He went to a club where the lights were low and the music soft. It was not that he had any great objection to loud music but it wasn't conducive to the sort of chatting he had in mind for his pick-up.
Abbey sat on a stool at the end of the bar feeling very conspicuous. She was waiting for her sister Bethany, but Beth was late. Abbey decided that she must have gone off with her latest heartthrob. He was a boy she had flirted with on the flight out and she had met up with him on the previous day. Abbey's mother had insisted they get back to the apartment at the stroke of midnight.
Lenny noticed the lonely figure at the end of the bar. She wore a white cotton top which left her shoulders bare as well as an inch or two of her midriff. He noticed the pink satin bra straps across her shoulders and speculated briefly as to whether she wore matching panties under her short black skirt. Her long shapely legs were beautifully curvaceous, her hips and waist even more so. Her feet were in white toe-less sandals; her light brown hair was tied in a pony tail. Overall she made a very desirable package.
Lenny wandered slowly over and sat beside her at the bar.
"Care to dance?" he asked her in a soft deep voice.
She looked at the handsome young black man beside her, his teeth dazzling as he smiled at her. She began to smile back, liking what she saw.
"Sure."
He slid off the stool and she did likewise. He took her fingers in a gentle grasp as they moved onto that part of the floor where there was a wood-block area for dancing. He took her in his arms and they started to dance. Lenny prided himself on his sense of rhythm and she seemed to be adept at following.
At first he held her traditionally, but as the music changed to a slower rhythm, he moved them closer together. Her tits were pressed against his T-shirt and her belly moved against the growing mound between the tops of his legs.
Lenny began to wish he had made sure he was more firmly tucked in down there, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Or, if she did notice, she didn't mind him getting a hard on for her. She rested her head against his chest.
On a sudden impulse, he bent and kissed her forehead, just at the hairline. She looked up at him and grinned.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"For being such a good dancer," he replied, "and such a nice girl."
She hugged him. Dancing had been getting difficult as the floor area became more crowded. They were now swaying to the music but barely moving their feet. Both his hands were around her and her arms remained in the hugging position.
Lenny stopped worrying about his hard-on. She had surely felt it by now. And she showed no sign of disapproval. Indeed she was, he realised incredulously, moving ever so slightly against it. He felt a tingle of rising anticipation which made his cock press even harder into her belly.
The music stopped and the other dancers left the floor. Lenny and the girl were the last to leave to go. He was sure she sighed as they parted from each other's grasp.
"My name's Lenny," he informed her.
"I'm Abbey," she introduced herself as she got back on her stool.
He brought her hand to his lips as he said,
"Delighted to meet you, Abbey. Can I get you another drink?"
She asked for a vodka and orange.
"I don't want to be rude, but are you sure you're old enough? You look about fifteen!" he told her.
"Of course I am. I was eighteen last month," she insisted.
He ordered the vodka together with a dry Martini, stirred not shaken, for himself.
Abbey wore a wide grin as he turned back to her.
"You've been watching too many James Bond movies," she told him.
He laughed too, "It was one of those crazy moments. I just couldn't think of anything else to say."
That started a long conversation about the James Bond movies, other films they liked and film stars in general.
They danced again. And again, as the floor filled with other couples, they found themselves standing swaying in time with the music. This time he had no doubts as she deliberately moved herself against his erection. He let one of his hands slide down onto her ass. He pulled her tightly to him, grinding his cock against her.
She looked up into his soft brown eyes, "That feels good."
She wiggled her hips a little, rubbing against his cock as if to make sure he understood what 'that' she was talking about.. He understood perfectly. He placed a finger on her shoulder and rubbed along her bra strap.
"Are you wearing pink panties too?" he asked quietly.
"You'll have to wait and see for yourself," she was really laughing now.
"We'd better go back to my place then," he suggested.
"We'll have to hurry, Lenny," she told, "I have to be back with my folks by midnight."
Once inside their apartment, Abbey put her arms around Lenny's neck. She kissed him.
She whispered, "I've never had a black man before. Please be gentle with me, Lenny. I've heard about the size of cock some of you guys have!"
Lenny returned her kisses. This was exactly the sort of girl he was looking for. He took her into his room, stripped off his T-shirt, dropped his jeans and boxers and dropped down onto the bed on his back. His cock stood up boldly, tall and stiff. He felt proud of it. Abbey stood beside the bed,
"Oh! What a whopper!" she cried when she saw his magnificent fuck-pole, "You really will have to take it easy with that great thing."
