Two days into my R&R at Koko Beach and I done got fucked by just as many guests. A touch a hornyness on the afternoon of my arrival sho gave Openin Day a hole new meanin -- and one havin not a thang to do with baseball at springtime. As if findin a minister tongin my pussy while I'm in ekstacy ain't nasty enuff, on my second day I was real supprized to get personal attention from a washroom attendent. Damm, all I aksed for was deeodorent! Not for the chick to give me head while other patrons lingered at the sinks, pretendin they hands was so dirty.
As I write this second email to you, suga, I can imagine you beggin me not to tease out that gnarly cock with my words. Of course, knowin you, that manmeat you got is rockhard allready cuz you can't keep your idol hand off it. But rest ashured, this ain't no tease. What unfolded that week at Koko Beach was a eye, ass and pussy openin expeereeance. Writin to you is helpin me shed some lite on why I been cravin you to fuck me. Maybe I can help you see it too, bright like the sun shinin on crystal clear water down at that Carribbean resort.
On Day 3 I was treetin myself to a early mornin of sun and cool breeze. I walked the shore a bit till my feet got stimulated pattin along the damp sand. The sun wasn't bright at 8 in the mornin, so it was easy to scope out a cozy lookin spot with my name on it. I felt like such a girl, happy and skippin over them dammed shell pieces like I done growed up in one of them sand castles by the sea. I looked around. Nobody but egrets for yards. It took a few tries, with my Virgo beach towel (the one you got for me at Cleavon's Discount Store, remember?) balloonin in the light wind, but I finally was able to spread the purple and red cloth in my private patch of desert.
I didn't have a worry in the world. Not even my hair gettin frizzier by the second, so close was I to the fizzin surf. Besides, I didn't want to be on the beach in midday no how, cuz I'd a been just another stinky sardine. No chance for a deep dark tan that way, fo sho! Well, I would a got dark on just one side. I massaged my skalp threw my cottoney hair and sniffed in the salty sea smell travelin on the breeze. Wasn't hardly nobody layin out on the stretch of beige sand but me and a few egrets. Or so I thawt.
It felt safe enuff for me to let my large ladies out for some air. Makin contact with the soft wind, my nips stiffened. I tossed my black lacy bra aside but it landed on a big lump of sand. The mist from the ocean splashin at the shore interminggeled with my aroma risin from my leopard print thong. It all felt so natural.
I thought I heard whistlin, figured it must a been a egret or seagull, and dismissed it. Wigglin my toes, I felt free. I misstook the slite moisture on my toes for ocean spray and sighed from the pleazure. "Ahhh," I heard myself say. But that misty feelin on my toes was replaced by a prickly sensashun. "Oh, shit!" I cried out, motioning to run from a crab about to clamp on to a toe. Instead of a shellfish, I saw a man, and he was softly nibblin my toes. Perv number 3 was at my feet. By the time his brown bald head was bobbin above my big toe on my right foot, my mind was strugglin to figure out if this was gwan to be a paradise or hell for two.
This wasn't what I'd planned for rest and rejoovenation at Koko Beach, but, dammed, this brother sho knowed how to give a set of toes some good lovin. I never got my toes sucked like that, neether. "Mmmmm ... mmmmm," I kept moanin. I tried to hold back but couldn't.
"Hi there," he spoke. "Dev's the name." He started lickin one heel, the other, then moved his tong on up my caff. The whole time he was squattin and givin me qwite a view of his muscular legs.
"Dev as in Devil," I said before I could stop myself. It's not like I put my foot in my mouth cuz he had a firm grip on both feet.
"No, girl. 'Dev' is short for "Devon."
"Darlin, ain't nothing short on you." I winked at him and saw his eyes squint in the direction of my dark nips, which was a deep reddish brown. I was real excited.
"Yeah, girl, I got you worked up like that. You ain't seen nothin yet."
"Look, suga, I don't mind the toe bath and a quick massage of my legs, but the action stop there, okay?"
"I don't think so."
I peered to my left, then to my right. Even the egrets done took off. Instead of usin those crushal seconds to scurry up off that Virgo towel, I laid on my back thinkin about the egrets -- if they sensed my predator's lust and got a ache to mate.
"Don't you know people like strollin on the beach this time of day?"
"Are you seriously trying to distract me? Hmpf, maybe you didn't get a good look down here at my bone," he said, pointin lewdly at the protrooshun in his swimmin trunks.
