I don’t normally accompany my husband on his business trips, but after some mild convincing, I found myself in a plush room at the Hawthorne Plantation. The Hawthorne Plantation touts itself as the largest, most authentic plantation in the Carribean. If you want to be pampered, this is supposed to be the place to go. I needed a getaway, and this seemed perfect.
Being a mother of two, I spend more time papering than being pampered. I was looking forward to having all of my needs taken care of for me. We had arrived on a Saturday, and the place was very busy, but by Monday, all of the wealthy American’s had gone home. We practically had the whole place to ourselves.
My husband’s schedule had him away for most of the daytime hours, leaving me to my own devices. Although I am considered middle aged, I’ve kept myself in good enough shape to be often mistaken for a woman in her late twenties. I’m just barely over five feet tall, slender, with long blonde hair and very fair skin, (my looks contrast sharply with the natives.) I like looking good and have worked hard to stay this way. I’m flattered to have men both young and old checking me out (what woman isn’t?)
Lounging by a pool is the perfect opportunity to show off all the hard work I’ve been doing, so I put on my yellow bikini, grabbed a bottle of SPF20 for my fair skin, checked myself in the mirror, and headed for the pool.
I spent most of the day on Monday hanging by the pool, being waited on hand and foot. It took a little while getting used to the fact that I was practically the only guest in the entire place. Every time I moved, one of the staff was there to see that I had everything I wanted. It felt really good to be spoiled, but, being a liberal WASP from New England, I was a little uncomfortable being waited on hand and foot by a purely black, all male staff. You know, that whole slavery thing and all. They seemed comfortable with it though, it was role playing, and I’m sure that they were well compensated.
I relaxed and simply enjoyed the moment. I’m not sure if all the attention I was getting was because I was the only one by the pool, or if it was because of the way I looked. (It was more fun to imagine the latter.) The differences in culture and appearance were intriguing to me as much as it was to them. This became evident to me when a young, muscular pool attendant, wearing only a tight speedo bathing suit emerged to clean the pool. He was very athletic, young and handsome. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off of him. I had never seen a black man in such a state of undress.
In order to indulge my curiosity, I donned my dark-lense sunglasses so that he could not see my eyes as I ogled his fine young body. It’s no wonder you hear all the stories about the rich plantation wives keeping black studs for their own pleasure! I pretended not to notice him sneaking glances of me every chance he could. It was exciting!
Boldly, I reached for the sun lotion, applied a dab to my hands and began seductively rubbing it into my upper body. That certainly caught the pool boy’s attention, yet I pretended not to notice. He was trying not to be obvious with his stare, but could not look away as I lowered my bikini top to spread lotion on my breasts. I slathered lotion all over my exposed breasts, rubbing them both gently until my nipples were hard. I could have never done something like this at home, I would have been too embarrassed. But for some reason, I had the courage to do it here. I pulled my top back up, covering my swollen nipples.
Still pretending not to notice him, I applied more lotion to my hands, and began spreading it at my ankles. I spread my legs as I worked the lotion past my knees. I was breathing heavily at this point, and all I could hear was my own heart pounding wildly. I worked the inside of my thighs for an extra long time. I was giving him quite a show. I was just about to reach the leg band of my bikini with my greasy fingers when the pool waiter put his big hand on my shoulder.
“Is there anything else we can do for you, Miss Julia?” He politely asked.
I almost jumped out of my skin, he must have been watching the whole thing!
“No, no thank you.” I replied nervously.
“You know ma’am, we have a wonderful event for the ladies. It’s called the “Plantation Belle.” It’s a full day in which we simulate a day in the life of a plantation belle. It starts out with a full breakfast in bed, then a fine hot bath in a tub of special fragrance water where you’ll be attended to by our fine staff, and the afternoon concludes with a spirited stallion ride through the woods and fields of the plantation. It will be the highlight of your trip, I promise.” I was sold.
“Sure,” I said . “I’ll give it a go.”
“Wise choice Miss Julia, you won’t be disappointed. Breakfast will be served at 9:00 am.”
I awoke as my husband headed out for his meetings. I laid anxiously in bed until a knock promptly came at 9:00 am. Breakfast was delicious, I had everything I wanted. “This was going to be a good day!” I thought to myself. When I was finished, the head attendant led me to a secluded room with a big oak hot tub. There were three beautiful, young black girls waiting for us. The head attendant, Crystal, introduced them to me and assured me that I should relax as I was in the finest hands in all of the islands.
“My girls are here to serve you, you wont be allowed to do anything for yourself, they will do it all for you.” She noted.
Her voice was very soothing. I trusted her.
The young girls removed my clothing and led me to the tub. The water was very warm and fragrant. It smelled heavily of tropical flowers. The fragrance was very strong, but not offensive. It was almost intoxicating. I relaxed and slipped into a mild euphoria. There must have been some kind of herbal stimulant in the water; I was completely aware of everything that was happening, yet all of my inhibitions were gone. I became very comfortable with these girls attending my body.
After soaking in the tub for about a half hour, the girls helped me step out, hand dried me, wrapped me in a soft towel and led me to a reclining chair. My head was reeling, I felt like I was in a movie. Once in the chair, Crystal tilted it back and assured me again to relax,
“We’re almost done now, you’ll be ready for your ride in just a little while.”
I didn’t care how long it took. I was rather enjoying this pampering.
One of the girls started working my hair while the other two lathered my legs for shaving. One of the girls carefully held my leg steady while the other gently slid the sharp razor across it. They moved slowly and deliberately, removing all of the rough stubble. The one with the razor would occasionally test the smoothness by sliding her hand gently across my skin. They shaved both legs equally from my ankles, upward to my knees. I don’t usually shave past my knees, but the girls had other ideas.
I felt a little knot in my stomach as one of the girls opened the towel that covered my thighs, but it was not a horrible feeling, rather it was one of anticipation. I closed my eyes as the one parted my knees and applied shaving cream to my soft thigh. I picked up on a deliberate pattern. One would apply a small area of shaving cream to my leg with her delicate finger tips, and then the other would whisk it away with the sharp, dangerous razor. The pattern was quite enjoyable, first there was the erotic tenderness of a gentle woman’s touch, and then danger of the sharp blade sliding across my skin, and then again tenderness, and more danger. It was intoxicating.
As they moved further and further up my legs, the feelings became more and more intense. They spread my legs wide as they neared my pubic region. I laid perfectly still. The towel dropped off of my hips. I felt the one spreading shaving cream at the crease of my thighs. My chest heaved as her fingers worked their way towards my hot spot. She was so close, but she never actually touched it. I wanted to grab her hand and guide it to me, but I didn’t. And then came the razor. I held my breath as the sharp metal instrument cleaned all of the hair away from my most private area. It seemed like I could feel each and every hair being sheared off. I exhaled sharply as she pulled the razor away. I had to look.
They had neatly trimmed my bush into a small little triangle. It was extremely sexy! The one dabbed the remnants of shaving cream away with a towel. I thought that would be all, but when she was done, they each took a leg, and starting at my ankles, began rubbing warm oil into my freshly shaven legs. By the time they reached my knees, I was beginning to purr like a kitten. It felt so good! They proceeded more slowly once they passed my knees. With one hand each they were spreading my knees apart while their other hand rubbed the warm oil onto the insides of my thighs. I could feel myself getting swollen, hot and wet.
I heard them whispering to each other as their fingers circled the soft flesh of my inner thighs. Then I thought I heard one of them say “Johnny,” and they both giggled.
“What?” I asked Crystal.
