Carole stood with her friends in a dimly lit corner of the resort dance club. She was in Cancun for her annual girls trip with six other women. She wasn't much of a dancer unless she was really drunk and she wasn't drunk yet.
Her eyes scanned the room, stopping at two of her friends who were shaking their wares on the dance floor with a couple of young men. The group of seven middle aged women had arrived at the resort earlier in the day. They'd spent much of the afternoon drinking at the swim up bar in the resort's main pool, aptly dubbed the "party pool" before changing for dinner and dancing. They were all varying degrees of inebriated but had sobered up a bit during dinner.
A tall, dark and handsome man caught Carole's eye and she smiled. He was well over 6 feet tall with a fit body and a pleasant face. He wasn't the kind of man she usually found attractive but he was, without a doubt a good looking man.
He returned her smile and Carole felt a brief flutter in her belly. She'd never been much of a flirt but it was nice to know she could still catch a man's eye. It had happened often when she was young but she was in her mid forties with a fat body and greying hair. She'd dyed her hair before she'd left home but it never seemed to completely hide the grey at her temples and it obviously did nothing to hide her rolls of fat around her midsection. She hadn't always been fat. She'd been a petite 110lbs on her wedding day but she'd been happily married for 23 years and had raised two children to adulthood. During that time she'd gone from a size 2 to a size 14 and as a result she hated her body. She'd tried diets but with little sustained success and she rarely found time to exercise. She had gotten thin twelve years earlier due to stress when she and her husband had briefly separated. But she had put those pounds, and more, back on and she was at almost her heaviest weight ever when she'd left for the trip.
"Hi, I'm Trevor, would you like to dance?" The stranger asked in a deep, dark voice, startling her from her brief day dream. His velvety tone and Jamaican accent sent a shiver down her spine and she nodded as she looked up at him with questioning eyes.
"Carole," She replied nervously. She hadn't expected him to come over after they made eye contact and she couldn't imagine why he picked her instead of her skinny, and mostly younger, friends but she followed him onto the half full dance floor. He had a fresh, pleasant scent and he was even better looking up close. He was her age but he had clear almost coal black skin and a vibrant, youthful face. His shoulders were wide, his waist was trim and his arms and chest strained against his tight cotton shirt.
Carole moved her body to the music and tried to keep up with Trevor but she wasn't a very good dancer. She wasn't a fan of dance music and she didn't know the song the DJ was playing but she did her best to not make a fool out of herself. She had a slight buzz which helped her go with the flow but he was a good dancer and she couldn't help but feel slight self conscious about her lack of ability.
They danced long into the night with a few breaks sprinkled in to refresh their drinks and chat. He was an engaging man and he had a commanding presence. She could feel the chemistry between them and it shocked her. She had been married to her husband for 23 years and she'd never been even remotely tempted to stray. Her husband had an affair when they were separated and she'd initially harbored a lot of resentment that she hadn't dated when they were apart but if she had they may never have reconciled and she had no regrets.
Her dress was damp and beads of sweat rolled from her brow. She'd continually touched Trevor's powerful arms while they'd danced and he was equally sweaty but he smelled and looked even better after three hours of exhausting dancing. His dark ebony skin glistened and shined. His shirt clung to his body like a second skin and she had struggled not to stare at his taut, athletic body.
Carole had never been seriously attracted to a black man before. She'd grown up in a racially diverse town but her parents were strict and somewhat bigoted. She'd had black friends but she'd never dared even consider dating a black man. She'd had a brief schoolgirl crush on her black friend Benny in middle school but she'd never acted on them and she'd buried those feelings after they'd both graduated high school.
The lights in the club came on, announcing last call, and Carole looked around for her friends. They were nowhere to be found and she felt a pang of guilt for ignoring them all night. The trip was supposed to be about girl time and she'd never been the girl to spend a night dancing with a stranger.
"Is something wrong?" He asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her towards the bar. His touch was not unwelcome but her visceral reaction was somewhat unnerving. She'd continued to drink throughout the night, maintaining her buzz and she wasn't drunk but her inhibitions were low.
"No," Carole smiled. "I was just looking for my friends."
"Oh they left about an hour ago. They waved to us. I thought you knew."
"No, no biggie," she shrugged. She enjoyed his company and she felt surprisingly safe with him for having only known him for a few hours.
They both ordered a final drink in a plastic "go" cup and he offered to walk her to her room. It was usually a short five minute walk to her room but they took their time as they chatted and then walked aimlessly along the meandering pathways to extend their talk.
Trevor had been born and raised in a small town in Jamaica. He had moved to the United States in his twenties and he was a business owner in a suburb of New York City. He had been married for almost ten years but was recently divorced. He was in Mexico for his first single vacation since his divorce but it had turned into a working vacation because he was traveling to Mexico City immediately afterwards to discuss selling his products outside of the US.
Trevor paused and glanced at a group of small, detached luxury bungalows. They were not cheap and he was obviously wealthy. "Do you want to come inside?" He asked, sounding suave and sexy like Barry White. His question and subsequent eye contact sent a shiver down her spine and Carole paused for a moment.
"I do, but I shouldn't," Carole replied sheepishly. In 23 years she'd never been tempted by another man. She loved her husband and despite his infidelity years earlier and her initial resentment she took her vows seriously.
"Okay," he nodded. "I understand."
"Thank you," Carole smiled. She slipped her arm around his slender waist and they started to walk back towards her room. Her hand slipped under the hem of his shirt and she felt a jolt of electricity as her fingers brushed against his warm, smooth flesh. Her pulse quickened and her mind began to spin. She was tempted to turn around and guide him back to his bungalow. She couldn't believe what she was thinking and she felt her pussy grow moist. Sex with her husband had been good once and after they reconciled it had been great but in recent years it had grown stale. They only did it a few times a month and usually it was quick and largely passionless.
"I really do want to," she said softly as they paused at the steps to her room. She looked up at him and smiled. A lump formed in her throat and she had butterflies in her belly as she gazed into his pretty, dark eyes.
Trevor bent down and kissed her softly. Her hands clutched at his strong back and her fingers and toes started to curl. She felt her resistance starting to melt and she pulled away before anything unsavory happened. Her heart was racing and she dragged her hand across his chiseled abs. Her body was throbbing and she smiled at him before turning away toward the stairs. She could feel his eyes on her as she ascended the stairs and she glanced back as she unlocked and opened the door to her room.
