In 1985, my wife and I went on a marvelous trip to St. Thomas, in the Virgin Islands. It was to be a week of sun, fun and sex. When we arrived our accommodations were at a place called Cowpet Bay, on the eastern end of the island. We had a large townhouse, with a large master bedroom on the second floor. On our third night there we went to a restaurant in the Red Hook area called Sapphire Beach, after dinner we went into the bar to listen to the steel band playing and have a few drinks.
We made the acquaintance of the black bartender, his name was John. He was from New York City and was actually the Bar manager who was filling in for his regular bartender.
After quite a few drinks, the place had thinned out to about 5 people including us. John was entertaining was with stories and bar tricks. I could see that Donna was getting a little drunk and the conservation turned to sex. John got right into the conversation with us.
The restaurant bar closed at 12:00 A.M. and John was finished at that time. Donna invited John to join us back at our place so that we could continue the evening. I knew where the evening was leading and I was turned on. John told us that he had to close up and ring out the register but that he would join us in about an hour.
As we walked to our car, she started to tell me how much she wanted to have a session with John as I watched. I told that he might not be into white women but we both knew that if he showed that he knew what was in store.
When we got back to Cowpet, Donna told me that she wanted to shower and get ready, I knew what that meant. She was in the shower for at least a half an hour. I knew that she was playing with herself just with the thought of making it with him.