"This is heaven!" thought Jean. She and her husband Rob arrived on the Island of Saint Martin yesterday and the warm sun and blue waters instantly made her forget about the cold winter back home. Saint Martin became their destination solely due to available flights, but they would have been just as happy in any warm place as long as they were together. They had been together for 20 years and their love had only grown stronger over time.
They found an inexpensive room on the French side of the island near Orient Beach. Arriving at the hotel, they saw that it had several floors of rooms in the main complex. The low cost they knew, had put them facing the road on the ground floor. No view, but they were happy to be on vacation. They didn't expect to spend much of their days cooped up inside, anyway. When they had checked in the previous night, the manager informed them that a pipe broke in their room and the carpet was soaked. No other rooms were available in the main hotel; however the property had four deluxe honeymoon bungalows down by the beach and the manager told them he would upgrade them to one of the bungalows. They took this as another sign that this was going to be a spectacular vacation!
So now Jean stood at the door of their bungalow, viewing paradise all around her. The bungalow had a beautiful bathroom with a shower that was like a waterfall where water spewed over a rock cliff. The kitchen had everything needed including an ice maker in the refrigerator. This would come in handy for making Cosmos and Caribbean cocktails. A wonderful little sitting room overlooked the ocean and a veranda was on the side with a chest high privacy fence for those who wished to tan in private. Jean preferred the view of the blue water over privacy right now. Besides, it was early morning and there was no one on the beach other than the occasional couple taking a stroll at the water's edge. Rob had gone to find some breakfast and she was enjoying the sun and sea.
Jean chose a nearby lounge in view of the bungalow. She spread out her towel on the lounge chair, rubbed suntan lotion over her exposed skin, closed her eyes and began to take in the warmth of the sun. Not a minute later she heard a voice, "Excusez-moi Mademoiselle. May I sit next to you?" Jean was a bit annoyed. The beach was nearly abandoned. Why did someone have to lie next to her? She opened her sunglass covered eyes a crack to discover the most gorgeous hunk of manhood she had ever seen. "My name is Brian" he said as he held out his ebony hand. Shaking Jean's hand he continues, "I saw you walking from your bungalow and thought you might like advice on places to eat or activities to enjoy. The perfect white color of your skin makes me think this may be your first day of vacation." Jean was glad she was wearing sunglasses so it wasn't so obvious that she was staring at his incredible body. This guy's arms told her that he did some kind of physical work or spent time at a gym.
Brian removed his t-shirt and now had on only thin, white, gauze Island pants with a drawstring at the top. She could swear that he had on nothing underneath as she looked at his bulge. His bare feet were adorned with a single toe ring as he walked over to his lounge chair to lie down. Jean stared at his now bare, muscular chest. She was almost drooling when she realized that she had not yet uttered a word. She always had a secret desire for handsome black men.
"I would love to take you up on your generous offer of advice."
"I can only stay a little while. I have an appointment at 9:00."
Jean's eye scanned his entire body as he lyrically rambled on about specific restaurants nearby and about the best companies to use for snorkeling trips. She could barely utter "Uh Huh" as her breathing quickened and her nipples hardened. Her hard, pert nipples had always been something that excited Rob, but sometimes they betrayed her emotions. Brian seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on her. Eventually, he stopped talking for a moment, looked at his watch, apologized for having to leave and stood up to put on his shirt.
"Thank you so much for the advice. I hope I remember most of it," Jean replied weakly.
"I hope your stay on the Island is perfect." He turned his gorgeous body and walked towards the hotel.
Jean could not move. She looked down at her erect nipples and realized how moist she was between her legs. "Get a grip" she thought. But the memory of that dark, dark skin would be stuck in her head forever. Fantasies of what she would like to do with Brian would not leave her mind. She closed her eyes and brushed her hand across her chest, imagining that it was he.
She was startled into reality as she heard Rob say, "Here's your breakfast." "Are you enjoying the morning?"
"Loving It," stammered Jean as she tried to sound as normal as possible.
Rob sat on the lounge chair recently occupied by Brian and set down a tray with juice, fruit and French pastry. " Isn't this place even more wonderful than you could have imagined? And the people, they are all so friendly, helpful and beautiful."
Thinking of Brian, Jean had to agree.
After finishing their breakfast, Jean and Rob packed a small backpack, put on swimsuits and cover clothes, and decided to do a little exploring. They visited several cute little shops and then decided to walk up the beach. Holding hands, they walked, talked, laughed and enjoyed each other's company on this special vacation. If ever two people were in love, it was Jean and Rob. To him, Jean was the most gorgeous woman alive. He took great pleasure at the admiring glances men constantly tossed Jean's way. She looked far younger than her actual age and he knew some men thought that he had robbed the cradle. Though this was not the first marriage for either of them, they acted like teenagers together. Caressing each other and cuddling every morning had made them grow more in love each year. They knew each other's secret desires and fantasies. They enjoyed feeding those fantasies with teasing comments and suggestive whispers. These shared desires brought them closer each day.
