"Hey, can you help me out with something?" I heard an extremely handsome guy say after he practically ran up to talk to me.
I smiled shyly as I averted my gaze and grabbed some loose strands of my black hair before I pulled them back behind my ear. I knew that a lot of guys found me pretty attractive, but I never had a guy literally run up to ask me out before. I was not only extremely flattered, but very excited too since this tall, dark, and handsome man was probably one of the most attractive guys I had ever seen. If I was being completely honest, I usually didn't find black guys attractive, but he seemed to be a super exception.
"Yes, definitely," I confidently said back, but fully expected some bad pick-up line out of his mouth next.
He jerked his thumb behind him and said, "Can you take a picture of me and my friends really quick?"
My heart sank and my mouth dropped open a little bit. Really? C'mon Julia, were you really so arrogant that if a random guy approached you, you just assumed he wanted to ask you out? I mentally kicked myself, but I tried to not let it show on my face. Damn, he was really cute too. Although, he did look a bit younger than me. I figured he was probably still in college? If so, I guess it wasn't a huge age difference since I was only 25. Besides, he was probably here with his girlfriend. Alright, might as well get this over with since I was already sort of committed.
"Oh...yeah, of course," I said flatly.
"Thanks!" he said as he turned around and I followed him a short distance to where his friends were.
I expected it to just be him with his girlfriend and a couple of other friends, but instead, it seemed like he was with a fairly large group. Most were pretty average looking, but surprisingly the other black guys in the group were also really hot. Not surprisingly, many of the girls were also really attractive. There was no way he wasn't with one of these girls, right?
He handed me his phone and I anxiously waited to see if he would pose next to any of the other girls in the group. I secretly sighed in relief that he went to the far side, next to one of his male friends. There was no way he would not stand next to his girlfriend, so it seemed like he was single after all.
I brought up his phone to take the group picture and while I waited for them to finish posing, I fixed my gaze on my potential muse. His bright and tropical shirt was in sharp contrast to his milk chocolate skin and because it was completely unbuttoned, I had a wonderful view of his incredibly muscular physique. He wasn't bulky or huge, but he wasn't super lean either. I thought he had the perfect balance of power and size.
His arms caught my eyes first since they stretched out the holes of his sleeves and his biceps and triceps were so meticulously sculpted that you could easily pick out each muscle. His chest was thick and protruded out powerfully, but my eyes soon gazed at his unbelievable abs. They looked so toned and cut, that they almost looked fake, but I knew they were real. They instantly gave me dirty thoughts of rubbing my perky breasts up and down them before I tried to clear my head of such naughty ideas. I never fantasized about a black guy before, but I was surprised by how turned on it made me.
I knew that anyone could instantly appreciate his chiseled body, but as a physical trainer, I was in awe of how much work he's put into it. He had to have clocked in some seriously long hours into the gym, and he had the results to show for it. Hell, he probably spent as much time in the gym as I had. What I wouldn't give to be his trainer so I could watch those muscles flex. The mere thought made my cheeks burn.
The group was finally ready, and I counted down to snap the picture. After taking a few different shots, I lowered the phone and the group started to break apart and that guy started to walk over to me. The closer he got to me, the faster my heart pounded in my chest. When he finally stood right in front of me, I noticed just how much he towered over me. I was about 5'5", so I wasn't some super short girl or anything, but that meant that he definitely had to be well over 6 feet. As tall as he was, I was still able to notice his caramel-colored eyes, and I couldn't help but get lost in them.
"Can I uhh...have my phone back?" he said and I realized that I was just standing there staring at him while still holding his phone.
I physically winced at my own stupidity and handed over his phone while I said, "Oh, sorry, here."
"Thanks again!" he said with a smile before immediately turning around and lightly jogged to catch up with his friends.
I turned to walk away too and winced again in frustration. Why didn't I say anything? I could've at least asked for his name so I wouldn't have to just call him 'that guy' or something.
Then again, why didn't he ask for my name? I wasn't dressed to impress, but I still showed off a fair amount of skin. I had a tight, short sleeve shirt on that had a fairly deep v-cut that showed just a glimpse of my smooth, perky, and round C-cup breasts. The denim shorts I had on were also fairly short, so he should've had a great look at my toned legs and my huge and firm butt. Were athletic girls with a thin waist not his type or something? I crossed my arms in front of me in resentment as I continued to walk down the paved pathway of a tropical paradise.
I arrived alone just the other day at this luxurious tropical resort as a reward to myself for all the hard work I put in over the past year to launch my own fitness training career. I hustled like crazy to build a clientele and also create a name for myself as a skilled physical trainer. I drowned myself in work and definitely didn't have any time to date. Even though I was hopelessly single, I thought an island getaway would still be a lovely way to recharge and stop myself from burning out.
I planned each day out to include various activities, and today was all about pampering myself at the spa. After what just happened, it felt like the masseuse would have to work extra hard to relieve all of my stress. Once I walked into the spa room, I tried to reset my composure and focus on the blissful pleasures that awaited me. I ordered the premiere deluxe package or whatever it was called, so I knew by the end of it I would look and feel absolutely radiant.
After several hours, I said goodbye to the spa staff and walked out feeling like a completely new woman. I felt so relaxed and invigorated that I felt like anything was possible. Once I stepped outside, I was surprised that it was still so hot given that the sun was already setting. I wiped some sweat from my forehead as I walked back into the open-air lobby of the hotel and waited near the elevators to go back to my room.
