The resort was, of course, expensive, and only those with means could stay longer than a few nights. Most guests seemed new, dotted at the other end of the oval pool and hidden under deep umbrellas. But the two French girls she had noticed before were there and closer to Talia, faces again hidden behind books. Talia smiled to herself; they seemed much like her, with long, lithe bodies and good taste in hobbies like reading and exercise. They were only a few metres away, though across the pool, and as she analysed their physique, knowing they could observe her at the same time. They were plumper than Talia, and did not have quite the figure she did, though few did in all honesty. Talia noticed the two girls appeared to have one thing different, matching tattoos just above their ankles, though too small to make out at this distance. It piqued her interest for a moment.
Her gaze was suddenly interrupted, however, by the arrival of the drinks server. With a start, she realised it was the same black man, and he stood in front of her, obscuring her vision of the pool and the pool's vision of her. Without thinking, she reached with her left hand to take a fruit juice cocktail, and with her right, she expertly ran her fingers up his shorts. He was already hard, and as she massaged him, she recalled the black snake in her dream. She began to tug him, reaching down to his balls and then up, willing him to stand closer; eventually he did, his hard manhood coming almost level with her face, though hidden behind thin white shorts. She pulled faster, knowing they had little time. After a short pause he came, much more than before, globs of sperm running down her hands, moving down her forearm, much of it then pooling at her elbow before dripping into her cocktail glass.
With a quiet grunt, he pulled back and away. Talia came back to reality, her nipples hard and her breath coming fast. It had happened so quickly, yet her actions had been instinctive, surprising her. As a breeze came over the pool, she realised the sperm on her arm, and she took a moment to appreciate the amount--so much more than Tab could ever hope to produce. She instinctively looked for a towel or tissue, then caught herself, fulfilling her promise to do what she wished, when she wished. And so she raised her arm to her mouth, her tongue scooping up his sperm. As before she allowed it to roll around in her mouth, savoring the taboo juice. Then she swallowed it and lay back in the lounger, content.
As her eyes returned to the pool and other guests, she saw the two French girls, their books down over their laps, watching her with broad smiles. Each had a hand under the tower, between their legs. The covers over their books bumped up and down, and Talia smiled back, knowing they had watched her with the black server. Talia reached down as well to feel her own wetness, and as she did, the image of the black snake came to her mind. Combined with the two French girls opposite her, the moment overcame her, and she orgasmed there and then, silently, writhing quietly on the lounger.
A few hours later, the early morning sun gave way to the tropical lunchtime humidity, too much even for Talia, who liked to think herself immune to heat. She packed her things and her book, wrapping herself in a towel, to return to her room. As she checked the lounger, she saw her fruit cocktail, now mostly filled with the server's sperm, and on a whim decided to take it with her back to her suite. Tab had just awoken as she entered. She smiled, feeling herself sunkissed and radiant. Tab, on the other hand, looked like a college student, pasty-white, with dark rings under his eyes, and with little muscle to show anywhere useful. He was, however, holding her note and had a wide smile on his face.
"You want to stay longer? That's fantastic, Tali. I knew this holiday would be just what we needed. Who knows, you might reward me tonight." His eyes sparkled with hope, and naiveté.
Talia put on a well-practiced smile and said, "Of course, my daring boy, let's attend the evening function and have a few drinks". Tab seemed unsure about the mention of more drinks but was happy that she seemed engaged. "I see you have already started", looking at the cocktail glass in her hand. Talia grinned, her eyes dancing, "Oh, it's just something... fruity.... the drinks server gave me," and she raised it to her mouth, letting the contents slide past her lips. She held that pose, with some of it dribbling to the corners of her mouth. "Yummy," and with that she turned, closing the door of the bathroom behind her, wondering what dress would best fit her mood this evening.
