This is story #18 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Trinika
When I was in my mid-forties, I took a solo vacation to south Florida for about five nights. The resort had a very nice indoor/outdoor pool system, hot tub, lazy river etc. Very nice.
As I was at the pool bar early one afternoon, a ridiculously beautiful, coal-black female lifeguard took her place on the lifeguard chair. She was an Amazon, standing over six feet tall, probably 200 plus pounds. Nice long, long legs, long dreadlocks, big lips, big tits and a big, round perfectly shaped ass. Not fat, just a large, shapely, intimidating woman.
I've always loved black women, having had many opportunities as a college athlete to spend time with them in various ways both socially and sexually. But I'd never been with anyone as imposing as this one.
I watched her out of the corner of my eye for an hour or so, and occasionally she saw me looking at her and flashed a great big smile.
Later that evening after a nap and a light dinner, I was back at the pool bar, and she was walking around the pool finishing up her safety check before clocking out. I was mesmerized by her, and it took me a few seconds to realize that I was staring at her, and she caught me. By the time I came to, she was staring back at me, again with a big smile on her face.
I blushed, and she walked over to where I was sitting.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked as my face turned a deeper shade of red.
"I'm sorry," I stammered, "I didn't mean to stare, you're just, you know, you are mesmerizing. Absolutely stunning."
I sounded like an idiot.
She stuck her hand out.
"I'm Trinika," she said with a thick Jamaican accent. Very sexy.
"Hi Trinika, I'm Phil. Can I buy you a drink? Are you off work?"
"Yes, and yes," she said, then nodded to the bartender as she sat down next to me.
"Are you here on a family vacation?" she asked, smiley brightly.
"No," I answered. "I'm here just decompressing after a busy few months."
"No wife?" she asked.
"Nope, not married. Just me, myself and I. Where are you from? I'm guessing Jamaica but I could be wrong."
"Yes, Jamaica. I moved here last year to go to school, and I work here nights and weekends," she explained. "I live at the resort as part of an international program, and I go to school right down the road."
We chatted for about 30 minutes about Jamaica, her family, and she asked questions about me and my life as well. She was getting closer and closer to me as we polished off second round of drinks.
Trinika and I moved into the pool with our drinks, away from the prying eyes and ears of the bartender.
"How old are you?" I finally questioned her, wanting to make sure I stayed out of trouble, just in case.
"Twenty-five," she answered. "Old enough. How about you?"
"Older. A lot older."
"Aw," she said, gently placing her hand on my thigh. "Maybe a little older but that just means you're more experienced, right?"
My cock, which had been twitching since she caught me staring, now lurched forward in my swim trunks, which were doing a poor job of hiding my rapidly hardening dick.
Trinika slowly reached her hand over and felt my dick, then said, "Wow, I guess you do like what you see."
Then she leaned over and put her mouth up to my ear and whispered in the sexiest voice I had ever heard, "Would you like to see it all?"
Then the tip of her tongue inched out and took just the slightest lick of my ear. I almost came in my pants.
I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "I can't think of anything I want more right now. Would you come to my room with me?"
Trinika bit her lip and nodded her head. We exited the pool with towels wrapped around us and we left together.
Once in the elevator, Trinika pressed the button for her floor.
We kissed gently for a few seconds, and when we reached her floor, she asked, politely, "Would you wait here for a minute? I'm going to my room to change and grab a few things. I have a roommate and we are not allowed to have guests."
"Of course, no problem," I replied.
I hung around the elevator lobby area for about five minutes, then Trinika returned, having changed into a light sundress. I could tell she had no bra on, her giant tits threatening to burst out of the dress.
Once back in the elevator, Trinika didn't wait for me to make a move. As soon as the doors closed, she stepped in front of me and pulled her dress down to expose her big tits and diamond hard nipples.
"Suck my tits," she demanded, her sweet, polite tone having changed to a more dominant, direct manner.
I complied, slobbering on her gorgeous young tits and coal-black nipples.
Trinika was running her fingers through my hair as I did so, and when the elevator began to slow down as we approached my floor, she forcefully and painfully yanked my head back by my hair, forcing me to look in her eyes.
"You'll do what I tell you to do tonight, no questions asked."
It wasn't a question. Trinika was asserting her dominance, and even though I am a much more sexually dominant personality than submissive, I had a feeling I would enjoy this, so I was happy to take on a role that I had never played before.
I nodded and said "yes, ma'am," as the elevator doors opened and she followed me to my room.