I just had to write to you again, suga, to tell you what happened to me in the Virgin Islands last weekend. I just wanted to escape to the beach for a little R&R. You see, I'd been kinda down, reelin' from my ex-boyfriend's infidellity. I wouldn't a knowed it if I didn't find some chick's size 4 panties stuck on a nail behind the headboard to our shared bed of love. One look at my sour face and he got to steppin'. Next thing I knowed, I was hoppin' a plane to Koko Beach.
You know the place. I'd yammered on and on to you about how much I liked the resort. It was a few months ago in a IM -- after I got you so horny and hard from my webcam. Unh-hunh, I bet you remember now. You said you'd stretch me far apart like a hammock between two palm trees. I tied each of my ankles to my bed posts and thrust my twat forward for the cam so you could beat off your white cock to a frenzy. We exchanged images of our creamy results and then I told you about my hideaway: Koko Beach.
This time, I looked forward to a hotel room all to myself at the jampacked Caribbean resort. It was quite hote for late March, and so I was fendin' myself from the sun like it was July. Darlin', when I think back to how horny I was that afternoon ... ooh, chile! I need a change of panties as I write this e-mail to you. Heck, before I could even check into the hotel, my drawers already was soppin' up my pussy juice like biscuits in chicken gravy.
Once in my room, the first thing I did was throwed open the curtains. Hotels don't call them things "blackout drapes" for nothin'. For miles out onto the horizon, all I could see was the Caribbean Sea. The ocean waves made me think of fuckin' and my body started rockin'. I stared straight ahead out those huge, fifth floor windows into the contrast of blue stillness and turquoise fluidness like I was makin' a connection with God. Too bad no lifeguard was keepin' watch on one of them high chairs on the beach cuz I stripped right down to my smile. My knees started bucklin' cuz I was so excited, and I had to grab the window ledge to keep my balance. Hot and horny, I cracked the window open so I could hear the ocean and imagine the ocean spray sparkle on my tits. At the damnedest moment, I got the urge to pee. Heck, I figured it was time to check out the bathroom anyway.
Fixin' my eyes on the fancy soaps and such, I almost walked right past the bidet. I didn't knowed at the time it was called that. I asked about the funny toilet when I checked out at the end of the week, and the lady behind the desk said it was a "bee day." (I remember thinkin' how funny that was when she said it, like a bee would sting my ass when I sat on that thang.) It was right next to the toilet, which really made it look odd. I decided to try it out. And what a great idea that was!
I said a short prayer and quatted over the unit. A slotted silver knozzle was laying too close for comfort beneath my rump. Feet anchored on the cool tiled floor, I spread my heavy brown thighs as wide as I could. Wider than when I'm 'bout to be poked by the ginacrologist. Reachin' over my shoulder, I saw two knobs but couldn't figure which was hot and which was cold. When I done burned my hand is when I founded out. I turned them knobs till the water trickled to the right temprature. It seemed like there was too many attachments to this funny toilet. I saw one knob that reminded me a the one in a standard shower stall and wondered if that would get the sprinkler goin'. That knob done it! The warm jet of water shot up on my swolled up clit. "Ooh ... oooohhh, shit," I moaned. The more my voice echoed off the bathroom walls, the more turned on I done got.
My own pussy walls throbbed till my juice took to drizzlin' down. The water from the silver knozzle kept springin' up. This kinda wetness had no beginnin' and no end. I circled my hips to feel a different sensation on my clit from the water. "Ahh ... Ahhhh ... AHHHHH!" I could hear myself cry out there in the elagent bathroom. I didn't care how sharp my shrieks was, either. Unh-unh. I shifted forward on purpose so that the water stream could hit my analhole real good. And it sho did! I was tremblin' bad, and when my feet shifted a little, I got an accidental enema. Suga, you should've been there to witness that! Some more moanin' and groanin', and I was primed for a stiff pleasurin' inside.
I scooted out the bathroom, finger fuckin' myself in the direction of the bed. Heck, that sleigh bed was so big and high up off the ground, it could a been a throne. And I felt just like a queen too. I looked around my temporary castle, achin' to be royally fucked. At 12 o'clock I spotted the TV remote on a armwar. Fuck it, I figured. I grabbed that remote faster a rubber on a spurtin' cock. It took quite a effort, but I hiked my fat ass up on that throne bed. I set down the remote cuz first I wanted to juice myself to the brink of ecstacie. I laid there on that big old bed, spreadeagled, wearin' nothin but my goldplated earrings.
Starin' up at the fancy ceiling, I saw the image of your fat ruddy cock in the series of pics you sent me that hot night. That massive red meat sho filled up your hairy white hands. Those hands in full motion as precum trickled out your peehole. Your inspiration became mine: a photo set up on a easel, a two dimensional fantasy of a black chick just like me, lickin' her fleshy tit. I thought about how you must a beated off while imaginin' the way her tongue sounds when it brushes, lashes, laps her big brown tit. But alone in the hotel room, I just pretended I was her. I felt like a woman possessed. Your gray eyes kept a steady gaze on my tits, and your only sound was a unbridled gruntin' like how wild boars do.
