"Baby this going to great!" I said as I looked out the airplane's window. "The water is as blue as the sky," I continued, as I gazed down below.
My wife, Ann, was seated next to me at the window, and I was leaning across her body as I took in the spectacular scenery. Our jet was on final approach to our island vacation destination. I purposely had a case of "wide elbows", which allowed my arm to graze along my wife's right breast as I pointed out the landscape.
"Careful there Big Boy" my wife grinned, as she realized the amorous intent of my arm. I withdrew my arm, but I had achieved the desired result. Ann's nipple was erect and was poking against the material of her white blouse. I could even see a hint of her pink, brown tit on display through the cotton fabric of her shirt and bra. If she had known that I was sneaking peeks at her nipples, she would have quickly crossed her arms being Mrs. Prim and Proper.
Ann, my wife of 19 years, is a beautiful, stylish woman in every way. She is a great mother, fund-raiser, and PTA mom for all our three teenage children. Her network of friends and volunteer activities keep her very busy as a stay-at-home wife. Ann even finds time to keep herself in excellent shape playing tennis and working out at the health club. Her muscle-toned legs and butt (she calls it her bottom) look as though they belong to a 30 year old rather than a 40 year old. Her conservative wardrobe always downplayed her well-built body; however, a close inspection revealed a stacked and packed figure riding on her five and a half inch frame.
I had planned this trip for weeks; meticulously asking friends and my travel agent for recommendations on an exotic island resort. St. Marten was the winner, because of the sunshine, clothing optional areas, and tropical flavor. I wanted to take my wife to a place where she could relax and "let her hair down", if she wanted. Hopefully, our trip would allow her to relax and enjoy herself.
Our plane touched down at the airport and taxied to the arrival gate where the passengers were greeted by a complimentary cocktail of rum and fruit juice. As we retrieved our luggage and hailed a cab, we felt the relaxing effect of our drinks. The warm, exotic glow from the rum seemed to loosen the muscles and increase the senses.
Our black, native cab driver drove us to our resort destination and pointed out several points of interest as we made our along the winding road along the island's terrain. Beautiful water and mountain views were visible in all directions.
Our driver stated, " You will have a beautiful and exotic stay on our island." He seemed to emphasize "beautiful and exotic", or maybe it was my imagination, the rum, or his thick island accent "Many couples come to our paradise to have the experience of a life time" he continued.
My wife chimed in "Oh, we are going to have a great time!" She seemed to have a certain gleam in her eye.
We arrived at the resort and my research had paid off- it was five-star hotel in every way. Two female resort staff members greeted our cab and wisked us to the front desk to check-in and promptly delivered us to our suite. Our room was spectacular with a bedroom and separate living room. The suite included a fully stocked mini-bar dominated by exotic rum flavors. I tipped the staff members generously, and they departed leaving my wife and I alone for the first time.
"Honey, you have out done yourself," my wife giggled as she referred to our swank, elegant suite. She proceeded to hug me tightly and press that beautiful body into my own. I could feel her tight breasts and well-toned pelvis press into my crotch. "Let's go change out of these clothes and go to the beach," she chimed.
She turned and removed her one-piece bathing suit from her luggage and skipped into the bathroom to change. Ann always changed clothes in the bathroom, never allowing a glimpse of her body.
I quickly changed into my suit and tee shirt. Ann emerged from the bathroom fully transformed into a beach -babe. She didn't need a bikini to highlight her figure. Her yellow suit fit her body perfectly. Her light brown hair draped just above her shoulders and her bathing suit was low cut to the deep cleavage of her C-cup breasts. Her well-toned legs were awesome ending with the curves of her hips and butt. Across the center of her pelvis I could make out the plump outline of her dense bush.
We proceeded down to the pool and beach area. There were not a large number of people because it was becoming late afternoon. Several black, native attendants made their way to and from the beach bar dressed in gym shorts and tank tops of the resort, serving the few guests that remained at the beach rum drinks. We picked a spot at the end of the chaise lounges and umbrellas to settle in and have some privacy. A young waiter approached our spot to ask if we wanted any drinks. He was well built and muscular with a large bulge inside the shorts he wore. I noticed Ann's eyes drift downward to his bulge several times as he asked us what we wanted to drink.
"What do you suggest," my wife asked. Before he could answer, my wife continued, "I want something strong and exotic. I want to drink something to relax my tense muscles, because we have just arrived. I want to unwind and enjoy the sun and breeze"
The waiter said he knew exactly what she needed and came back with an exotic rum drink with an umbrella in the glass. "This will set you free," the black waiter smiled. He told us his name was Leon and he would be waiting on us for our stay. The hotel actually assigned people to each party of guests. "I will take of all your needs during your stay-beach service, tours, reservations, and I am also a trained massage- therapist."
As we continued to chat, I could see my wife's drift over his body as he stood talking to us. The rum drink was apparently taking effect on her senses. She seemed excited, bubbly, and even flirtatious as we talked with Leon. Being about six feet four inches in height, Leon's large bulge in his shorts was at eye level with our sitting position on the lounges. Ann's eyes lingered longer and longer on Leon's bulge as we chatted away the afternoon. By the time he had served our second round of drinks to my wife, she was totally at ease.
As we continued to chat with this large black Adonis, Ann's thighs seemed to be further apart as she sat back against the lounge. Maybe, it was just my imagination. Her luxurious bush made a plump impression on her suit; and as I gazed upward, I noticed her nipples had become erect and pointing through her suit for all to see. Leon noticed this also, as I saw his eyes drink in the sight of my wife.
"Leon, I love your drinks! I believe they are setting me free," my wife giggled. "So Leon, do many people request any of your other services, such as tours?" Ann asked.
"The most requested service is my massage, and no one is ever disappointed, ever," Leon grinned. He seemed to really emphasize "ever".
I could not imagine my wife ever getting a massage from a man, much less a huge black man. So, I think Leon may have met his match on the word "ever". Maybe it was my imagination but it seemed like Leon's bulge was larger than it was when we first met him. I think Ann noticed this also, because her wandering eyes seemed to spend more time eyeing his mid-section.
"Well Leon, do your massages also set you free", my wife laughed. What was in those rum drinks, I thought to myself?
Ann's thighs seemed to be further open and her dark, brown bush was ever-so-slightly escaping on the sides of her bathing suit, which was cut high on her wide hips. I could not believe my wife's state of mind. She seemed to be uninhibited, or maybe she was not aware of her display. This was totally unlike Ann.
"I might like one of those massages while we are here!!" My wife said smiling. "My friends at church and the PTA would never dream of getting a massage in a Tropical Paradise!! Their husbands don't treat them as good as mine does!!"
