Prelude
"Will you require female sanitary products whilst with us? Why the fuck would they ask that?" I shouted it across the house at my wife. I was filling in the pre-booking form for our holiday next week.
She walked into the room, "What?"
I hated her 'what' when she miss-hears me and would usually pick her up on it. Pointing to the question on the screen in front of me, "Look, they want to know if you'll be on your period".
She leaned in and read it, simply answering me, "Tell them no."
"Ok, but why would they ask in the first place?" It felt like a very strange question to be asking for a holiday. I'd never seen it before and it didn't fit any of the other questions on the page.
She walked off. "Dunno, don't worry about it. Probably something to do with how they dispose of them or something." I hadn't thought of that. Made sense, I marked it as no.
However another box popped up after that. It was hidden before and now I'd marked it as no it asked why and the answer was a drop down. The options given as -
No longer fertile.
On birth control.
Clear time of the month.
I knew the answer was number 3 as the other two weren't correct. However, why'd they ask this? I nearly shouted out to her again but thought fuck it. Selected option three and moved right on.
Chapter 01 - Arrival
After a long set of flights and a jeep ride I was knackered, Emily looked worn out too. I knew that this was how most holidays started, as such I wasn't complaining. Simply ready to power down as quickly as possible. Lucky that started very quickly as we exited the jeep that had just pulled into what I can only describe as a space port.
The website had made it look impressive but seeing it in person gave me an entire different level of perspective. It was a huge, single story, glass building. I knew that inside it were plush rooms, filled with marble and gold. Somewhere there was a balcony that overlooked the valley behind it, there were pools, a restaurant, a spa and a suite with our name on it. Somehow this futuristic building would have looked perfect on the moon but it also fit into the current surroundings perfectly. A true architect had dreamt this up, just looking at it filled me with pride for being able to afford to come here.
Turning round to help sort out our baggage, I was very pleasantly surprised to not see it. Something told me that they had it in hand, again more pride that I didn't need to worry about trivial stuff like that now. I was starting to relax already.
Emily was swiftly greeted by someone from the complex who was instantly welcoming us and asking if we would like a drink or if they could help with anything. Everyone just about spoke English and they all had huge full smiles of gleaming white teeth that really stood out against their coal back skin. I certainly wasn't a racist but everyone here was the blackest of black, not something I was used to from rural England. They all exuded a calm, content, relaxed nature that instantly permeated into my soul. Even before we were shown to our suite I felt my muscles relax and my mind powering down.
One of the draws of this complex was its proximity to a native village. It all sounded a bit fake and touristy but everything about this place was done right so I thought there was a possibility that they'd somehow make it work. The complex and the suites were state of the art, pristine and I could now see were sort of overlooking some of the village. There was a huge viewing balcony that looked out across a valley, off to the right was the start of the village. I couldn't wait to get down to see it. The overall view was colossal, it felt like you could see hundreds of miles into the distance.
There was a sort of uniform that everyone at the complex wore, a smart white t-shirt and black shorts. Nothing sexual about it, nothing too tight, it left you relaxed. That was until our guides turned up to introduce themselves.
I guessed it was two natives from the village, a man and woman named Hibo and Nia. They were of course all smiles, with broken English but easy enough to understand. It was their getup that got my attention, well his really. He had to be nearly 7 foot tall and was simply all muscle. I instantly imagined going for a run with him, me with a heart rate at 150 bpm and him keeping up at under 100, hardly breaking a sweat. I could picture him on the cover of a magazine, 'The Perfect Man'. Fuck I almost drooled over him, before I shook my head to wake myself up. God only knows what Emily thought of him.
A quick glance in her direction saw her politely talking to Nia. He'd not caught her attention? I guess I should be pleased? Looking back at him, I realised that he was simply eye candy, he wasn't saying much. Just standing there with a necklace and shorts on. The shorts were a little strange, not jeans and not made of cotton like the ones I had on. I guessed some sort of half traditional and half modern blend and I wondered if that was part of the uniform for the villagers? They were very tight and small, his bulge looked like comedy socks, I'd swear I could make out the ridge on his glans. I had to stop staring at his shorts.
I even wondered if he'd been oiled up or something, the way his chest was glistening. I'd swear that he knew I was watching and was flexing everything, his muscles rippling under my gaze. And not like those weight lifters in gyms that had veins popping everywhere. This was just tight, solid, black, skin pulled over an amazing physique. I smiled at him and turned to Nia.
She had her hair in braids or something, with coloured beads every now and then. A beautiful face, perfect skin, a lovely giggle, it made me feel something. Not attraction but more admiration and awe. She was short and had at least some fat on her, not like him. Though the fat was very nicely proportioned, nice thick thighs, wide hips, decent sized boobs. Certainly, not overweight, but not skinny and all muscle-bound, carrying it all very well.
She, too, was in some sort of traditional clothing. Obviously no bra, given away by not only the no straps but the natural movement of her boobs. They certainly got my attention, even under the dark blue t-shirt she had on. There were plenty of necklaces, again coloured beads to match those in her hair, that covered most of her boob area. I expected I'd be happy spending time getting to know them better. Her skirt was interesting, at first I wondered if it was shorts from the way it flowed but nope. It was a bright yellow, fairly loose and about mid thigh, so pretty short really. Her legs looked great, long and strong.
Were they all like this?
We chatted with them both for a while, had something to eat, checked out our suite and had a quick tour of the outskirts of the village. I noticed during our quick tour with our escorts, Hibo was standing a good foot off to the side of my wife. Very respectfully not getting in her space. The opposite of Nia, who had rubbed the side of her boobs on my arm at least 50 times in the last 30 minutes alone. I hoped that Emily hadn't spotted that.
We were both knackered, it was obvious that we needed a restful sleep. Nia and Hibo both led us to our suite before saying good night. I half didn't notice an interaction between Emily and Hibo as Nia had my attention, this time holding my hand, kissing the side of my cheek whilst really rubbing her boob hard against my arm. Just as I pulled away, I don't know what I missed but my wife looked shocked and a little shaken. She'd sort of jumped back, silently with her left hand open, low down encased in his palm. Her hand looked tiny in his huge, black paw but that wasn't what caught my attention.
The angle of their bodies, the height of her hand, the look on her face. I could only guess that she'd touched him. That she'd somehow put her hand near his cock. Even now with his back to me her hand was at the perfect height and maybe only a few inches away from where I guessed it was. She was staring straight up into his face. Her eyes were locked onto his. He still had her hand clasped in his. He looked like a giant stood before her, blocking most of her body from my view. Had she put her hand on his cock by accident? Or had he moved her hand over his cock deliberately?
As quickly as this strange interaction had happened, both Nia and Hibo had vanished and Emily and I were on our own. "Hey love, what was that?"
Emily looked over at me, her eyes tired ready for sleep, "What?"
