Brenda in the Caribbean

Brenda ashore in the Caribbean

"Come on slowcoach," Brenda heard the others shouting to her from above, the large cruise liner she was now working on was docked for the last day of a two-day stopover. She had joined the staff at the beauty parlour three months ago and was looking forward to her first day off in all that time, as the ship had been constantly cruising in the Caribbean. Now they were at a beautiful Caribbean Island, and it was their first opportunity to go ashore, albeit for just a few hours.

Waiters, kitchen staff and her colleagues from the beauty parlour were waiting at the top of the gangway, Brenda checked herself in the mirror and was happy with what she saw and went up to join them. The village with an interesting market and various coffee shops was only a short walk away, so they strolled into the village joking and laughing with the anticipation of some time together and taking a look at the craft market.

Brenda had been careful to keep herself to herself during her time on the ship, she had quickly realised when joining the crew, that it was a village where everyone gossiped. Consequently, she had not had any physical attention for several months and now she was desperately craving some physical contact.

As they strolled into the village, the sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze, and the locals made them feel most welcome. They wandered idly through the market picking up a bargain here and there and then they all decided to have a coffee at one of the many roadside stalls near the market.

The friends all sat down at an outside table and ordered their coffee and a choice of cakes. Before long a couple of motorbikes roared into town and this devilishly handsome black man climbed off one and took his helmet off. He looked over at the group sitting in the cafe and smiled at Brenda showing great interest in her.

Brenda enjoyed the attention he was giving her, and responded to his advances when he asked if she would like to see some more of the Island.

"Why not," she said. The rest of the crew were warning her about going off with a local that she had only just met. "I will be ok, please don't worry", they warned her not to miss the sailing time and gangway up.

Brenda climbed on the back of the powerful motor bike, no helmet, and put her arms around the handsome black man. They set off and he drove carefully up the winding road to the top of the hill, just above the 'tree line' where he stopped at a roadside bar. The view of the whole Island was spectacular, they sat down outside the bar, and he ordered a couple of Mojitos, using the local white Rum. Brenda enjoyed the drink but thought it was quite strong and felt a little tipsy afterwards.

They chatted for a while, and she really enjoyed the attention and humour of her handsome companion. He asked her if she would like to see the most beautiful beach that was difficult to get to. She agreed, and they set off, going down the other side of the hill again on a winding road. They soon arrived at a gorgeous white sandy beach, with Palm trees, sand like talcum powder, and the beach was completely deserted, there was not even a footprint to be seen.

"Do you want a swim?" he asked.

"I don't have a costume," she replied.

"Neither do I," he said, "but there is no one else here."

They began to undress, she turned her back on him for modesty, then thinking that was a bit unnecessary, soon they were both naked and he loved the look of her big bouncing boobs. For Brenda's part, she admired his sculpted body and was surprised how big his cock was even though it was not yet hard. She then knew then that the myths of black men and their cocks must be true, then she wondered just how big it might get when erect.

They both 'jiggled' off to the sea hand in hand, frolicking in the waves. She felt him kiss her beautiful breasts and noticed him getting harder; now he was impressive. Soon they were in a passionate embrace and began enjoying each other's bodies, they were both clearly turned on and wandered back to the beach. He gently rubbed her pussy while she started to stroke his very impressive hard cock, it was bigger than anything she had ever seen, let alone experienced.

Brenda lay back on the warm sand in anticipation, he was now gently rubbing the very hard head against her wet vulva, then he started to enter her. She told him to go easy while she adjusted to his size, he was easily the biggest cock she had ever had inside her, and she was beginning to feel very good. He increased his speed and rhythm and gave her a good fucking.

Brenda had a sensory overload with the breeze in the palm trees, crashing waves, perfect sand and her pussy full of hard black cock, she came quickly panting and moaning beneath him as he continued to fuck her before pulling out. He turned her over onto her hands and knees, then came up behind her and then put it back in and fucked her doggy style. This time she took the whole thing, his hips pressing into hers, her pussy completely full.

He fucked her with hard powerful strokes using the full length of his cock in her, then she felt him explode inside her and she came again with a powerful orgasm sweeping over her. They both laid back satisfied and went to sleep in each other's arms.

She awoke to someone rubbing her wet pussy lips and she noticed that he was hard again. She looked at her watch and realised that it was only an hour to departure, "Sorry darling, no time, we have to rush to catch the boat, please get dressed and get me back to the boat."

She walked off to the bushes for a pee and dried herself with a palm leaf, they then hurriedly dressed as he struggled to get his large erection back in his trousers. Jumping onto the bike they set off with Brenda urging more speed.

They made good time to the top of the Island; she was continuing to urge him to ride quickly as they went downhill towards the harbour. Traffic was getting busy, but they got to within sight of the magnificent ship, it was then they heard the first loud ships siren.

"We have got ten minutes," she shouted to him. They arrived at the ship to see just the crew gangway remaining, she quickly lifted his helmet and kissed him, "Thanks for a lovely day," she said dashing off and running up the last gangway just as the crew were about to pull it back. She rushed to her cabin to shower and get ready for work, passing a crew member who smiled and asked, "nice day?", Brenda just smiled and nodded.