Chapter II: Making a New Friend
Sitting on the veranda of our room I was enjoying the hot sun on my naked body. I was quickly forgetting the cold weather we had left behind. As I took another sip of my drink and another pull on my spliff I looked out over the sandy beach at the breaking waves. The beach seen was sure enhanced by the attractive women in string bikinis and less.
The drink, spliff and sights on the beach were making me feel horny. I had on a red and black thong that hid my manhood, but if anyone looked they would be able to see my pole start to make a tent of the material.
Just then Honey emerged from our room carrying a drink. She was wearing a white bikini g string with white high heeled sandals. The white of the material contrasted, in a sexy way, with her tanned body. Looking at that beautiful body was causing my erection to rapidly increase. She looked fantastic in her high heeled white sandals. The erect nipples on her twin triple d breasts seemed to be inviting me to suck on them.
With a smile Honey asked, "Is it my swim suit or the girls on the beach that is putting life into that big tool of yours?"
"Both," I honestly replied.
When she had reached my chair she leaned over me, pressing her big tits against my shoulder, and asked, "How about a drag off your spliff?"
"Sure," I replied; handing it to her.
After she had taken the spliff I let my hand fall to her breast and began to fondle it. While she held the smoke from the spliff deep in her lungs I brought my hands into action. As I thumbed her nipples she started to bounce her big melons in my hands.
"Do you like my equipment?" Honey asked as she exhaled the smoke.
"Who wouldn't," I replied.
"Give the nipples a little kiss," she ordered.
Just before I could comply with her orders an attractive Jamaican woman rounded the corner of our room. I turned my head to look at her, but I still held onto Honey's breasts, as if I was offering them for sale.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. Don't stop enjoying yourselves. I'm only passing through," the young Jamaican woman blurted out.
"Could I interest you in a drink?" I gallantly asked.
"May be later," she replied with a smiled. "I don't think you could pour a drink with your hands so full," She continued.
With a laugh I pulled my hands off Honey's breasts; showing her that my hands were now free. Stopping to chat; I was able to get a good look at her. As I was taking in her charms, she was giving us the once over. She was tall, but not as tall as Honey; with black hair in an afro and a chocolate complexion. She had an oval face, with brown eyes, and a red moist mouth.
She wore a shocking pink halter top that tied just under her breasts. The breasts, that strained at the thin material, seemed to be almost as large as Honey's. I could distinctly see the large nipples out lined by the shiny pink top. The tiny halter top barely covered her nipples; causing them to try and pop from there restraints.
My eyes then traveled down; past her flat belly; to her crotch. Around her waist she wore a short shocking pink mini skirt that matched her halter top. As my eyes continued moving down her body I could see she had long, firm, well muscled legs; with pink high heeled sandals on her feet; completing the outfit.
"Now that my hands are free; I could pour you a drink," I said.
"I wish I could, but I have to help to get my part of the fashion show ready," she replied.
"Are you a model?" Honey asked with `interest.
"O no," she replied. "I'm only a designer. I'm in a clothing design course at college, and the hotel gives us practical experience by letting us put on a fashion show of our creations. There are three other designers showing there creations in the show.
"When is the show?" Honey asked.
"Tomorrow," she replied.
"Back home I like to design clothing," Honey commented.
"Is there a special style of clothing you like to create?" she asked.
"I like to design sexy clothes that show off my body. Lance likes to watch me modeling them," Honey stated.
"Well when I come back for that drink, maybe we can try on some of our creations and put on a mini fashion show for your boy friend," she laughed.
"That sounds great," Honey commented. "My name is Honey and this is my boy friend Lance. What is your name?"
"Everyone calls me Cinnamon," she replied.
Cinnamon then bent forward and plucked two flowers from a bunch near her. As she bent over; her parted legs allowed Honey and I a good view of her ass and pussy. Straightening up; she bent toward us, placing one flower in the waist band of my breach cloth and the other flower in Honey's bikini g string.
With a pointed look at my crotch and Honey's breasts; she cooed, "I'm looking forward to our next meeting."
With that she walked away giving her hips a very seductive sway. By now my erection had turned my breach cloth into a tent.
"Shit!" I groaned. "Fantasizing about that woman has given me a real hard on."
"Well," Honey giggled. "We are going to have to do something about that."
Honey than pulled the flower from her crotch and stood in front of me, with one leg on either side of my legs. I could see the slit of her vulva through the tight thin material of her bikini. "Rub my pussy through the bikini!" Honey ordered.
Quickly I moved my fingers to her bikini covered crotch and started stroking her cleft. Sliding my fingers along her valley I was able to force the bikini material into her clearly out lined slit.
"Keep rubbing until my bikini gets soaking wet!" Honey demanded.
As I slowly stroked her crotch I could see the material along her slit becoming wet. Forcing my fingers deeper into her hole I could feel them becoming slick with her love juices.
"You are starting to flow like a river! I exclaimed.
With a groan Honey hooked her thumbs into the string at her waist and quickly pulled her bikini g string down. Gazing at her clean shaven pussy I could see the cunt cream glistening on the lips of her labia. The blonde heart at the apex of her triangle was becoming darker as it became wet.
