It was a hot day at the beach. My own private beach in the Caribbean in front of a house we rented for the week. When I looked down the beach it looked nearly empty. The nearest person was at least half mile away flying a kite. Occasionally people passed walking on the beach. But, needless to say it was nearly empty. It was perfect.
So, today it was just my day to relax! My husband had taken the kids to a water park. Work was far, far away. All my responsibilities were washed away with the noise of the beach. I spent some time reading. I only had two books - one New York Times bestselling fiction book and some trashy novel I picked up at the airport because I needed a backup book.
I looked at the trashy novel and decided to save that for when I needed to get in the mood for a quicky with my husband after all the kids have gone to bed. It was a good read. Your basic fiction book that appear on the bestseller lists. Occasionally, I would set the book down and look out over the ocean on my private beach. It was perfect.
I don't know what it is about the islands and speedo suits, but it seems most of the men wear them. Except for Americans, of course. But, I think this island had a heavy European influence so the men passing by had speedos. Frankly, some of them should not be wearing one because it just does not fit to see a middle-aged man with a beer gut wearing a speedo. It was time to read my book again...
The next time I took a break, I saw two men walking up the beach carrying a load. Both wore speedos, but this time they looked like they belonged in those suits. From a distance, it looked like two native islanders. As I was watching, they turned and started walking towards me. I was a little nervous because I was nearly alone and we were warned about the potential dangers of renting a private house on the beach in the islands. I was relieved that there was people that I could see down the beach that definitely could hear me with a scream. And, I settled my mind as they looked like they were selling something. As they approached, I could make out their physic. One was tall, lean and muscular while the other was a bit shorter but thick and very strong. Both were wearing white speedos that definitely contrasted their deep black skin. It also helped they were trim and sporting solid six-packs like all men wearing speedo suits should. But, what really caught my attention was the bulges in their speedos. They both were huge and you could see the faint outline of their massive members coiled in those suits...
"Hi, would you like a drink, ma'am?" in a wonderful island accent snapped me out thoughts as they approached. At first I thought they might have seen me crotch watching, but I quickly dismissed that since I was wearing sunglasses.
I finally said, "Oh Hi... Yes. I am so hot right now. What do you have?"
After a list of beers, one of the men said, "Coconut Island Special!" which caught my attention. I love coconut drinks. "I take one of those, please."
"No problem, ma'am, one Coconut Island Special coming up!" The really built man reached into the container and pulled out chunks of fresh coconut and started to shave it. His muscles rippled as he shaved the coconut for my drink. The taller man, pulled out rum. I could not get any better, a rum and coconut drink being prepared by two big muscular black men in speedos on a beach!
Again, I was snapped out of my wandering thoughts with a question, "Are you here alone, ma'am?" as the man prepare a shaker with ice and rum.
"Well, um, yes. My husband took all the kids to the water park so I get this day to relax. It is my day! This beach is wonderful here!"
"Yes, it is wonderful. This is a really nice beach and quiet. You were lucky since we are on our way to the main resort to sell drinks. And, you looked like you needed a drink...", as he smiled with perfect nice white teeth. What a contrast.
"You got that right, a coconut rum drink on the beach is perfect. I am very lucky!" The taller man held out the shaker to the built man with the coconut and he scooped it into the shaker and went back to preparing a cup with a chunk of coconut and what looked like a coconut leaf. The taller man put the lid on the shaker and I noticed how large his hands were. They made the shaker look small and insignificant. He stood about four feet in front of me shaking the drink shaker vigorously.
I watched as his crotch as it bounced up and down. I had my sunglasses on but something tells me he knew what I was looking at. I was just guessing, but it looked like soft he was 8 to 9 inches long wrapped into a tight speedo. My crotch was getting very wet just looking at this sexy, tall man shaking his massive crotch right in front of me. The built man walked over in front of me also. I noticed he also was hung like a horse but much thicker. I could see the outline of the head of his penis and it looked like a plumb inside his suit.
The taller man poured the drink into the cup and handed it to me. "Here you go, ma'am, it will be $10 for the drink". I was lost in the thought of those two big speedos in front of me. "Ma'am?" He said again. "Oh, yes, thank you. Very nice presentation" as I looked at the cup and then to the two men in front of me. They both smiled a devious smile and winked at each other. I smiled back nervously.
As I rolled to reach into my bag, I realized my swimsuit was soaked around my crotch from the show I just received and it was showing directly to the two men right behind me. I was immediately embarrassed but decided to play it cool so not to draw attention. I reached in only to find a $20. I produced a $20 and handed to the taller man.
He looked disappointed and said, "Ma'am, I do not have change yet since we just started. I will be back in about an hour when we have to reload. We'll give you change then, cool?" and he smiled.
