"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.
Walking up the beach, they held hands, laughed, and enjoyed the beautiful water. After walking about 20 minutes, they arrived at a sign announcing that they were about to enter the famous clothing optional Orient Beach. "Let's get naked," Jean bravely announced. She was determined to walk the entire beach nude. This was quite out of character for Jean, but she had promised herself she would do it. Many of her friends had walked nude on this very beach and she was not willing to go home without joining the club. She did not want to take their teasing if she couldn't follow through. They decided to walk into the beach a couple hundred yards rather than undress right at the edge. As they walked along, they couldn't help but notice all kinds of different bodies. The young and the bronzed were there, of course, but the nonchalant, overweight, aging Europeans seemed to think nothing of undressing in front of all the beautiful people. Jean couldn't help noticing the sizes of the men's penises. She didn't see any that compared to Rob's, she thought with a smile.
Rob finally stopped and started to undress. Jean nervously followed suit. As she took off her cover-up, Jean noticed a body a few yards away that brought great unease to her mind. It was Brian! His perfect ebony body was laying for all to see. Not every penis was smaller than Rob's, she realized as she stared at Brian. Rob was already undressed while Jean stood frozen in her swimsuit. She could not possibly get naked in front of Brian. Jean had almost had an orgasm in front of the bungalow when they talked fully clothed and she was not about to undress in front of him. Rob was packing his clothes into the backpack for their nude walk. "Why aren't you undressing?
"I can't. I am so sorry. Maybe another day." Jean turned and started walking back towards the hotel leaving Rob standing nude and embarrassed. She hoped Brian had not seen her and wanted to get away before he noticed. Jean stopped when they reached the sign at the entrance to the nude beach and waited for Rob. He arrived shortly and stopped to put on his clothes. "What got into you? Are you going to explain? Did you just decide you couldn't do it?"
Jean paused and then explained the whole thing. She told Rob about the handsome black man who talked to her by the hotel. She even explained the feelings that pulsed through her that morning as she stared at him. He knew about her fantasy of having sex with a black man and laughed when she finished her story. "What are the chances that we stopped to undress right where he was?," Rob laughed. "I wish I had seen him on the beach so I could see why you got so hot and bothered with him this morning."
"I will walk naked with you another day," Jean promised. "I'm sorry." Rob hugged her and they walked back in silence.
Jean woke the next morning to warm memories of her passionate lovemaking with Rob the previous night. The "close encounter" at Orient Beach, as Rob called it, made their sex even hotter than ever. She could not stop thinking about Brian and the size of his manhood. She wondered what pleasures a cock that size could bring to a woman although if she ever had the chance to have sex with something that huge, she knew there would be momentary discomfort until her pussy stretched enough to be able to handle it. Even Rob's cock took a bit of time before she could accommodate it completely, but one the size of Brian's might be impossible. Jean felt a little guilty fantasizing about sex with someone else after having wonderful vacation sex with Rob last night. Rob must have felt the new found passion, but neither Jean nor Rob brought up the close encounter this morning.
Where was Rob, she wondered? He must be getting breakfast, Jean thought. Rob was always trying to be thoughtful and showered her with love. Jean just laid in bed with her hand between her legs. She was not about to go back to the beach lounge for fear of running into Brian. What if he saw her at Orient Beach? How silly she felt. She might not feel comfortable sunning for the entire week. She blushed, thinking of how she acted.
Jean still wasn't ready to go back to the nude beach. The couple decided to see some of the sights on the Island. First, they went to Loterie Farm which is a private nature preserve with a restaurant, pool, treetop courses and zip lines. They skipped the paid activities and hiked up to the top of Paradise Peak for a beautiful view of the beach far below. They saw a monkey in the forest on the way and had a lovely hike. The hike helped Jean to think about something other than Brian. After the hike they had an early lunch at the restaurant. They then decided to take a short boat ride to Pinel Island. The Island was not as busy as Orient Beach and was far more relaxing. When they landed on Pinel, many of the beach goers were topless. Jean thought this was a way to get more comfortable before going to the nude portion of Orient Beach that she was now dreading. They rented some lounges, she took off her top, and sat down to relax and just talk. They held hands and talked about the wonderful time they were having. There was a lot of white skin and sunburned skin, but there were also a lot of handsome black men. As they walked by Jean, their eyes locked on Jean's perfect breasts and perky nipples. Both Rob and Jean clearly saw the attention she was getting. The attention just made her nipples harder.
Jean had never gone topless before and was enjoying the looks as well as the warm breeze. She couldn't help comparing the men to Brian's physique and none compared. This made her hornier than ever and she started to fantasize about Brain again and she felt her loins quiver and get more moist. Jean and Rob had not been talking for a minute or two as her mind was buried in her lustful thoughts.
