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.