This is a recounting of my recent vacation with my husband to the Dominican Republic.
My husband, John, informed me that him and three of his friends were going on a golfing vacation in Punta Cana and wanted to know if I would like to accompany him. The wives of two of the friends were going and the third guy was single. My first impulse was to say no but it had been a very cold winter, ten days of tropical sun would certainly feel good. The next thing I knew, here we are, in flight, headed for the Caribbean.
The flight was uneventful, with the men constantly talking about their golf. I was never able to really warm up to the other two wives and spent most of my time reading a book that I had picked up at the airport. As soon as we landed and exited the plane we were hit with a wall of hot tropical air, it was glorious. After clearing customs we were all bused to our resort, checked in and settled ourselves in our new home for a week and a half.
My husband and I have a good marriage, no children, I can't conceive. Our sex lives are good, nothing earth moving but very good. John has a very good paying job and is a good provider. He is six feet tall rather muscular with a small belly which has begun to develop over the past few years but he is an attractive man with his light brown hair and brown eyes. John is a few years older than my thirty five years of age. I am about five foot four with long dark brown hair past my shoulders and hazel colored eyes. I don't have the same figure I had at twenty but still turn many a head were ever we go.
I was a little ticked off when John burst into the room, all excited because they had been able a tee time for this afternoon, we just got here but I guess that was the main purpose for their trip and the golf course was right on the resort.
I decided to get changed and spend my afternoon by the pool, enjoying the hot sun. I put on my tiny baby blue string bikini and covered it with a white full body open knit sarong. Satisfied with the way I looked, I began the short walk to the pool.
The pool area was crowded but there were still quite a few empty beach chairs. I picked one in a less crowded sunny area and removed my sarong and stretched out on the chair. After only a couple of minutes I realized that I had better put some sun lotion on before I burnt. Sitting up, putting the lotion on gave me a good chance to check out the pool and its occupants. There was a good variety of people, young beauties with their boyfriends, older couples, large and small.
On the opposite side of the pool was a young, black man, probably in his early to mid twenties, dressed in a with shirt and navy blue shorts. Every time that I glanced that way, I would catch him staring at me, I would stare back until he broke eye contact, just because that is me. This one time as I glanced back, he was gone, I guessed that he had seen enough and moved on. To my surprise, I heard someone move a chair beside me and as I looked over, it was him. He smiled and sat down. He was an extremely handsome young man, tall and slender yet appeared to be in good shape. His most outstanding feature was his dark black, they seemed to pierce right through to your soul.
He introduced himself as Carlos and said that he works at the resort but today was his day off. He offered to put some lotion on my back. At first I was about to decline the offer but instead handed him the tube and rolled over onto my stomach. The lotion was cool on my back but I barely noticed his touch was like nothing I had ever felt, it was like someone was tickling my skin with a feather. First my shoulders then my mid back, his hands slid down the my sides, almost touching the sides of my breasts and instead of protesting, I raised my arms above my head to give him better access, why I don't know. Carlos didn't actually touch my breasts but the sensation sent a flash throughout my body. He continued to move down to my lower back and as his long slender fingers rimmed the edge of my bikini bottoms I could feel my heart pounding. He moved on to my legs, starting at the bottom and working his way all the way up to within a fraction of an inch from my crotch. I found myself pushing downward hoping that he would accidentally touch me there.
I should explain something at this point, although I had some wilder days before I met John, I have always been a faithful wife and I believe that John has been faithful to me as well but for some unknown reason this young man's touch was driving me beyond the point of self control.
When Carlos had finished with the back he told me to roll over. Without a second thought I did as he suggested and his fingers began their work on the front of me. First the shoulders then quickly down to just above my breasts. His fingers rimmed the edge of my bra, not exactly touching my breasts but he had might as well have, it was exciting me just as much. My chest was heaving with every touch he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
From my chest he moved directly to my legs. Once again starting at the bottom and working his way up to the seam of my bikini and hopefully to my soaking wet pussy. As he neared the top I spread my legs slightly, just enough to let him know that he was welcome but as before he stopped just short of the touch that I craved more than anything at that moment.
His hands now moved my mid section his eyes were locked onto mine as his hands circled my stomach, drawing closer and closer to the wet juicy mound that was craving his gentle touch. His long slender fingers slid beneath the top of my bathing suit, venturing about an inch, enough to know that I was totally hairless but not enough to give me the relief that I so desperately needed.
All of a sudden he removed his hands and stood up. Without a word he began to walk away but stopped after a few steps and looked back at me with the mystical eyes. Without any hesitation or second thoughts, I stood up and followed him. With my sarong in hand I walked a few paces behind him, out of the pool area, across the beach and a few minutes later we arrived at a small very modest house, more of a hut.
He held the door open and I entered, without a word he took me into his arms and kissed me, a long passionate kiss with his tongue exploring every bit of my mouth. When he broke away him continued kissing my face and neck while his hands undid the tiny knots holding my bathing suit together. The strings fell to the side and the only thing holding it up was our bodies pressed so tightly together. He took a step backwards and my bathing suit fell in a clump on the floor at my feet leaving me standing totally naked in front of a man that I just met half an hour ago.
