Charlene sat and watched the rain as it fell against the window. "I'm tired of this shit!" She exclaimed. "I need this time off, and I need to get laid" she said. Angela, her friend for twelve years glared at her. It had been four years since they got together to do anything fun and Angela intended to make this fun. They were going to stay in a resort for the weekend and book themselves in a spa. As far as Charlene knew at least.
Charlene was a 26 year old black woman of average built; her dark hair lay curly and was mostly worn in an Afro. She had those classic bedroom eyes that could stop any man dead in his tracks, but still she reserved herself.
It had been two years since she dated and two and a half years since she had sex. She was used to just dating African American men and unfortunately for her they always missed this certain spunk about them. She needed something different, something real and somehow she couldn't find it in them. Sure sex was great but it never was that mind blowing, exotic, passionate sort of way she would have liked. She had an eye for Caucasian males but none seemed compatible where she was from. In Barbados the majority of the population was made up of black people where the remainder of about 6% where Caucasian who were also of the upper class. Unfortunately for her she was way out of league. Their bags were packed and they awaited the taxi but Angela realized her friend was already feeling hopeless with all the rain. "Oh seriously girl, I don't think you have to worry about the rain, we'll be having most of our fun inside anyways."
They arrived at the 'High Seas Resort Spa' at about 3:00pm and were checked into their rooms. The room was large with skylights; from the kitchen you could see the rest of the apartment. There was a Jacuzzi in the bathroom and a king sized bed in the bedroom. The two friends had booked separate rooms and had planned on meeting later that night for dinner.
After she unpacked, Charlene undressed and showered. She stood in the stall with her legs spread and the soap lathered over her body. Her chocolate skin glistened and as her hand traced bubbles up her inner thigh every thought was gone from her mind except for the need she had to sate herself.
The water ran over her taut nipples and she traced them with one hand while she circled her clit with the other. The sensation was great as she indulged herself in her fantasies. Her fingers plunged into her tight sheath and she breathed rapidly. Her leg rose so she could take it in deeper. All of a sudden the doorbell rings. "Fuck!" she yelled, as she got out the shower and wrapped a towel around herself.
She headed to the door enraged that whoever it was had such bad timing. As she opened the door she got the shock of her life.
Standing in front of her was the hottest piece of white ass she could find in this western hemisphere. Her mouth dropped before she could say anything.
"Good evening, are you Miss Vincelli?" He said. "Ugh, I think so, I mean yes! Yes," she responded confused.
She was obviously dazed and in her present state was almost loosing it. "And you are?" She asked. "I am Mark, from room service." He replied. Before she could stop herself or even check to see what this hunk had in his hand, she invited him in.
In his hand he held up a bunch of roses with a card in it. "Thank you, but who are they from?" She asked leaning forward to smell them. But before she could get a good whiff of it she passed out. Her last thought was to scream but it was too late, she fell to floor instantly.
Charlene awoke with her head sore. Scented candles filled the room and it was dark. Her last memory was fainting and other confusing bits of information swam in her head.
She could feel that she was naked and lying on a cold surface. Her skin felt sticky as if something was smeared over her body. She tried to raise her hand but felt incapacitated. Her hands had been tied and she was blind folded.
When she regained consciousness, her first instinct was to scream for help. She breathed in air and before she could get it out a large hand covered her mouth. "Shhh, relax my love!" The familiar voice said. "You're tired and I'm here to relax you!"
She felt this warm, sticky liquid running down her breasts and became aware of herself. "What the fuck!" she screamed when she realized what was happening. "Relax Mon amour and I can make you feel better" he said. Without hesitation he started massaging the stuff all over her body.
Mark coated her body in honey and watched as it ran over her nipples and stomach, stopping in her navel. He started massaging her breast into peaks and rubbing it into her sides not missing a spot. Her body was his temple and he would not stop until she was completely under his enthrallment.
"You're so sexy!" He said, as he continued. She was laid on the counter top, her butt was poised at the end and her feet hung off the edge and tied at the two corners leaving her legs open.
She wanted to scream for help but yet she was unsure whether or not she should stop him. This is what she came here for. It was what she wanted. Needed.
He stood between her legs and she could feel his erection pushing through the cotton trousers he wore. He smelt like cinnamon. She thought about how his broad shoulders would look and his muscles rippling over his chest. All she could do was stay still and motionless as he possessed her. His every touch made her ache for more.
