It was nearly 10 AM now and Sara had not yet left her room to get a dose of morning sun by the pool as she had intended. Her porcelain fair skin burned easily and it was necessary to introduce her body to the sun very carefully. Her plan was twenty minutes in the morning, then again middle and late afternoon on the first day. Tomorrow she would do the same for forty minutes and see how she fared before deciding what to do on the third day.
She paced slowly around the room holding a damp facecloth between her legs, soaking up the prodigious semen and vaginal mucus that continued to ooze from her still drooling pussy. She wanted to avoid an embarrassing wet spot the gusset of her bikini bottom and draw any attention while taking the sun by the pool.
It had been a longtime fantasy of hers to have sex with a tall sexy black man, and after having given up any chance to enjoy black sex by marrying a white man she was both shocked and thrilled that it had actually happened on the second day of her honeymoon. The bold young man had taken complete advantage of her, inseminating her twice, after the best sex she had ever imagined- she had no complaints.
The plan she had discussed with her new husband, Jack, was that they would start a family right away. One of the things they looked forward to remembering about having a Jamaican honeymoon was that she became pregnant with their first. She was a little worried now after having fucked the sexy man with the big black cock twice, that she would return home with a mixed race baby but was relieved in the realization that Jack had unprotected sex with her on their wedding night. His sperm had a head start so it seemed unlikely to Sara that she needed to be concerned about it. This morning had been an incredibly erotic experience for her and now she could move on with married life, staying faithful to Jack going forward.
She sat down and had a relaxing pee and was finally satisfied that she was okay to get dressed. Too bad Jack wasn't here to lick and clean her up as he often did after they had sex. She loved that he would do that for her and wondered briefly if he would be able to tell the difference between his cum and another man's. Probably. It was a wicked thought and she banished it immediately.
Donning her white bikini and a lime green sarong cover-up and sunhat, Sara went down to choose a sunny location and begin her acclimation plan. She found what the ideal spot seemed and aligned the chaise with the sun before removing the cover-up and laying out on the plush tan cushions.
She had just settled and closed her eyes when a deep masculine voice interrupted her, "Would you care for a refreshment from the bar Mrs. Porter?"
Odd how everyone seemed to know her name here. She glanced slowly at the tall black man who stood between her and the sun, casting her in an almost complete shadow. He was massive, with broad shoulders, and muscular, chiseled arms and torso. Her gaze wandered casually from head to toe, studying him the way a farmer examined a prize bull at auction.
His chest was equally impressive, two large square pectoral muscles straining against his tight golf style shirt. It was hard to tell but he probably had well defined set of abdominals below as well. His head was completely bald. Very masculine, she thought. Sara swallowed hard in embarrassment, realizing she had been staring at the man.
"Is the Bar open already? It's barely 10 o'clock." Sara enquired as she continued to study the waiter standing before her.
"Yes Ma'am. It opens at 9 AM" he replied, his deep voice stirred something primal in Sara, "Can I get you anything?"
Sara felt the flush of desire beginning to spread across her face and breast. "Nothing boozy- maybe a lemonade or an iced tea".
"Straight away Mrs. Porter". He bowed slightly then turned and walked off in the direction of the pool bar.
Sara watched him go, undressing him with her eyes. My word, she thought to herself, what is it about these black men that makes me feel this way? She could feel her heart pounding and struggled to wrestle control over the wicked thoughts and the recent memory of her morning encounter. Jack! Yes think of Jack and his little fishing excursion today. The irony of using the image of her husband to cool her desire for sex was lost on her.
He soon returned with both a lemonade and a sweetened ice tea, placing them on the table beside her. She thanked him and watched as he slowly walked away. He was tall with long legs, like the basketball players she fantasized about when she was a college cheerleader, but his upper body was much more developed, like a boxer or bodybuilder perhaps.
Sara decided the tea had too much sweetener for her liking but she enjoyed the tartness of the lemonade, sipping it gradually, over the next twenty minutes. She gradually relaxed and began to feel the heat of the morning sun penetrate her fair skin. As her body reacted with a sudden flush of perspiration, she realized that perhaps she'd had enough for her first time out.
"Excuse me Mrs. Porter" it was the sexy black waiter again. He was holding a bathing towel offering it to her, "I think perhaps you have taken a little too much sun and need to cover up."
Sarah looked down at her midriff, blinking as her eyes struggled to focus after being closed for twenty minutes. She had turned a soft pink. Damn, she had already started to burn. She then noticed to her embarrassment that her bikini bottom, was clinging to her in a perfect camel toe, with moisture having spread from the gusset upwards, nearly to the waistband. She must have released more cum and pussy juice once she relaxed in the warm tropical sun. She was certain she could make out the outline her recently coifed pubic mound in detail through the now sheer fabric. She wondered how much the waiter was able to discern before announcing his presence.
She took the towel and quickly covered her waist in embarrassment. "I think I'm starting to burn. Is there a cabana with a cold shower close by?" She asked slightly panic stricken. If she could cool down the burn immediately with cold water she stood a chance of avoiding looking like a lobster on the second day of her Honeymoon.
"Right this way Ma'am." He led Sarah to the nearest pool cabana.
She looked like a little girl, holding the towel tightly around her waist as she followed the much taller muscular black man taking three steps to his one. They arrived at a thatched cabana that was open along the bottom, from about knee level down, and again at the top from a height slightly above the top of Sara's head.
They quickly entered together, the waiter bolting the door behind them before turning on the water. "You can adjust the temperature to your liking with this" he indicated a standard shower temperature control lever on the wall. The water poured generously from an eleven inch diameter shower head mounted directly over head of where Sara stood above the drain.
