As we were sitting in the airport on the way back to Chicago after our vacation in Cancun, I said to Sarah, my friend from work, “I can tell you REALLY liked that waiter guy. Hell, you’re single, why didn’t you invite back to your room? I know that you haven’t gotten any in a while since you haven’t been dating anybody. Heck, you were on vacation. You’d probably never see him again so at least you could get a little action. You know, what happens in Cancun stays in Cancun”, I joked with her.
Sarah and I both worked together at a computer company in the Chicagoland area. We had just been vacationing together in Cancun during a recent plant shutdown. It was a much needed from the recent pace at work. We had decided that this vacation was going to be for “girls only”. What that meant is that I would leave my husband at home. For poor Sarah, it didn’t mean much since she had been seeing any body recently.
“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe, I should have. Who knows, maybe I am going to have to drag you back here”, she giggled in a way that only girls can understand.” But, you need to go for it also. Just because you’re married doesn’t mean anything. Who’s going to know? Steve really liked you when you guys were dancing that first night. Given the fact that your husband hasn’t been paying much attention to you recently I bet that it would have felt pretty good to get laid.”
I knew that she was right. I was married, but since my husband’s illness last year, our intimate life, for lack of a better word, wasn’t very intimate. Steve was tempting. But, I am still married. I am not supposed to do those things when you are married.
We had been back at work for a few days when Sarah approached me at my desk, “I’ve been thinking…… I think that I am going to take you up on your offer!”
“What offer is that?”
“Going back to Cancun.”
“Really? I wasn’t all that serious, you know.”
“But I was. I realized that I need to loosen up a little bit more. I really should have gone for that guy. I’m having some regrets lately and I hate to have regrets. I should have gotten laid.” Then she started to snicker, “And maybe you can get some action, too.”
“I don’t think so. But, you really want to go?? Are you really serious?”
”Yep. Made up my mind that I can’t blow opportunities like that one! We’re going!!!!”
“Well…… I guess we could….. It was a lot of fun……… Gonna have to think about it.” She had convinced me.
So, about six weeks later Sarah and I boarded a flight heading back to Cancun. We had agreed on the way down that we’d take it easy on Thursday night since we were arriving that day, but Friday was D-Day. It was time to get the waiter back to her room for good ole’ fashioned humping.
We went to the beach Friday. It was just a spectacular sight with that cool blue water washing up on the white sand. Heaven on earth. We just laid out there sun tanning and sipping drinks with little umbrellas in them. It’s hard to think of a better way to spend a Friday afternoon.
Since I had been there recently, I knew the routine. So, I decided that I would buy a sexier bathing suit for this trip. I had recently lost some weight and I really liked the way that the mirror was looking back at me. So, I dumped the one piece for a rather more revealing two-piece. There were lots of guys hanging around the resort, so here’s my chance to show off and get some genuine male attention that had been lacking at home recently.
After sitting on the beach for the afternoon, Sarah and I went upstairs. She went to change for her night out with the waiter and I had to grab something to put over my bathing suit for dinner. So, I threw on a simple sundress that I put on over my bathing suit.
We decided to have dinner at one of the restaurants overlooking the ocean. It was just heavenly. How can anybody ask for more? It was a great dinner with margaritas flowing liberally for both of us. Of course, Sarah needed to get liquored up to get her courage up enough to invite her stud to our room. What that meant was that I needed to get lost while her stud was taking her. It was like the old tale of putting a sock on the doorknob to let everybody know not to interrupt. I was going to need to find something else to do.
Feeling no pain myself, I decided that I would just go and sit in the hot tub. I didn’t have a chance to do that very often so might as well. It was just off to the side of the pool, in a fairly secluded area, with a great view looking out at the ocean. When I first arrived, about 900 at night, nobody was there.
I took off my sundress and tossed it on the chair near the hot tub. I stepped into the hot water and descended. The bubbling, hot water really felt good against my skin. I just closed my eyes and could feel the warmth seeping into my body. I put my head back on the ledge and closed my eyes.
It felt so good that after a few minutes, I was so relaxed that I almost fell asleep. Then, I heard some splashing sounds in and around the water. I opened my eyes to see this tall, black guy getting in the hot tub across from me.
“Hi, I’m Darren. What’s your name?”
“Hhmmm.” He had caught me off guard. “My name is Karen.”
After I came back around, I started to wonder if I had seen him before. Yeah, wasn’t he at the bar when Sarah and I were having dinner? Yeah, I think that I had seen him before. I had noticed him because he was a rather good-looking guy with a decent build. He could have passed for a basketball player or a small football player.
When he first entered the pool, he was sitting across from me. As we continued to chit chat, he started to slide slowly around toward where I was in the hot tub. He told me that he was single and was a banker in New York, but needed to get away for some serious stress relief. He then asked whether I was there by myself.
I then told him about my unusual predicament. “My friend, Sarah, who was my roommate for this trip, was out trying to locate the guy that she had been so interested in the last trip, but hadn’t done anything.“
I could see the smirk on this face, “Well, I can substitute if she can’t find her stud!”
Had to admit, that was kind of funny. Then after some more idle chit-chat, he asked me what I thought about black guys.
“Well, I’m not sure that I have an opinion. Honestly, I’ve never have really known one all that well.”
“So, you have never dated a black guy?”
“I’m not sure that would be very appropriate given that I am married”….. I hesitated for a minute, but then it slipped out as is only the case when one has been drinking too much, “but even us married girls always wondered if it was true what they said about black guys?” Can’t believe had just said that. It just kind of slipped out.
He looked at me not terribly surprised and said, “Well, want to find out? You’ve got a great chance now. Nobody’s around. Remember, what happens in Cancun, stays in Cancun.” Then he chuckled.
I turned three shades of red. Chalk that one up to too many margaritas.
He used that as an opportunity to inch his way even closer to me. He surprised me when he reached out and grabbed hold of my hand. I tried to pull back, but he had a very strong grip. He pulled my hand over toward his crotch and placed it on his shorts. He had his hand on top of me pressing against his dick.
“It starts here.” And then he moved it along the entire length of his flaccid dick.“ And it goes all this length.”
OMG!! My hand was pretty far down his shorts. Wow. Now, now that’s a dick!
Now that he had my hand in a captive place he was going to use it to his advantage. He started stoking his dick up and down using my hand!!! It didn’t take too much of that action before I started to feel it swell.
As he was jacking himself off with my hand, he maneuvered his other hand and put it around my back. His fingers were lightly touching my neck – not far from the tie of my top.
He looked me in the eyes and said, “Well, is it true what they say about black guys? How’s this compare to your husband?”
“It’s a bit bigger. No, it’s a lot bigger”, I chuckled. Then I added, “But, honestly, it’s a bit hard for me to remember.