"So... do you want to have some fun?" she asked me. Her name was Maria. She was a native from the Caribbean Island we were currently on. She was, quite simply, beautiful. Dark skin, jet black hair, intoxicating eyes, full lips, and a stunning figure. The man sitting next to her was Marco, her "friend." Marco was about 6' 6", but skinny, very dark skin, shaved head, thin mustache, and dark eyes. I thought he was quite handsome for a man.
I was supposed to come down here for a wedding, but the groom backed out about 3 weeks before the set date. I'd already bought my airline ticket, reserved a room at the resort, and taken the time off work, so I said 'fuck it' and came down by myself. The groom and I had known each other for a while, but I really didn't know anyone else that he'd invited. So, I was basically on my own here in Paradise and that was perfectly fine with me. I'm 28, 6' tall, 185 pounds of handsome all-American male, so I'd hoped to hook up when I got down here. I'd been sitting at the bar by the beach, drinking rum, when Maria sat down next to me. I about fell off my barstool when I saw her. I don't think I'd ever seen someone that beautiful in person. She was wearing a tight denim vest that showed off her ample chest, a short black mini-skirt, and flip-flops. I could see hints of a lacey bra under her vest. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was gorgeous.
She sat down, ordered a drink, and said hello to me. We talked for several minutes and then Marco joined us. It became evident quickly that Marco didn't speak English, rather some sort of Spanish. I recognized some words, but nothing more. Maria would translate for me. We drank and drank at the bar for an hour or so, then we moved over to a booth. Soon after, Maria convinced me to join them at a small, dark local's bar not far from my resort. We'd been sitting in a booth, drinking for a while now. I could really feel the effects of the rum now. Marco sat next to Maria across the table from me.
That's when she leaned forward and asked "So... do you want to have some fun?"
"What kind of fun," I asked hoping that the answer was a lot of sex with this beauty.
"Well, I think it's pretty obvious that you'd like to fuck me, no?" she asked with a half smile.
I smiled back. "Obviously," I said.
"And Marco here would love nothing more to fuck you all night long," she said matter-of-factly.
"What?" I asked.
"Marco has been very excited to get you into bed since we saw you this afternoon at the resort," she said. "He likes guys like you: blond haired, blue eyed, with a light complexion. He thinks it's hot that your skins is so white and his is dark."
"But... I'm not gay," I stammered.
"So?" she asked.
"Well, I think that's an important distinction, don't you think?" I said with half a laugh.
She turned and said something to Marco. He smiled broadly at me. Then she turned to me and said "There is a way we can all be happy." Both her and Marco started to exit the booth. "Come with us and we'll show you," she said as she stood up, holding her hand out toward me.
I slid over the seat to join them standing, took her hand, and they led me to the door. We walked in silence for a few blocks until we reached an unremarkable doorway. Marco pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door. Maria entered and guided me through. As we climbed the stairs just inside the door, I turned and watch Marco close and then lock the door behind him, then he followed. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching my ass as I climbed the stairs. I certainly was looking up and under Maria's skirt. If she was wearing any underwear at all, I couldn't tell, but I had a great view of her lovely ass as she climbed the stairs.
Maria reached the top of the stairs and opened the door there and stepped through. I followed and Marco closed the door behind me. We were standing in the sitting room of an apartment. There was a tired, old couch against the wall, a table before it, a television on a small table across the room and then a small kitchen beyond it. I looked around a little more, but there wasn't anything of note left. Marco stood next to me, smiling broadly.
Maria walked into the kitchen and opened up a cupboard, took something in her hand and returned to us. She opened her hand to reveal a large blunt, put it in her mouth, lit it, and took a large drag. She handed the blunt to Marco and said "Have you ever heard of voodoo, Chris?"
Marco handed the blunt to me as he blew out his hit. I took a hit. I could feel its potency as I breathed in the smoke. I handed it on and then exhaled.
"Voodoo?" I asked. "Only what I've seen on TV and in the movies."
We continued to pass the blunt as she talked.
"There's much more to Voodoo than that, silly boy. It's quite complicated," she said. "But the short of it is that I can switch my consciousness with yours. You would reside in my body while I resided in yours, only for a short time. I would have total control over your body while you would have control over mine. You would see through my eyes, feel through my touch, taste through my mouth, and everything. It would be as if you were me. The effects last about an hour or so. Maybe two. It depends. "
My head was spinning, not only from the rum and pot, but from what we were talking about. Marco just stood there smiling at me.
Maria continued. "The process takes about 10 minutes, is painless, and lasts about an hour. Plenty of time for us to enjoy ourselves."
"You've done this before?" I asked, my head in a fog of drugs and alcohol.
She nodded. "Several times. I promise you'll enjoy it. You'll be a woman so everything you and I do together won't seem gay to you. When I'm in your body, Marco and I can fuck."
I looked over at Marco quickly. He was smiling broadly, like he knew what was coming.
Maria continued, "When we've switched back, you can do whatever you 'd like to me." She smiled. "Anything at all."
My head began to spin. "That sounds crazy," I said.
She reached out and took my hand, pulling me to the center of the room. Marco retreated and sat on the sofa. She lowered herself to the floor and I followed, sitting Indian style across from her.
She smiled at me. I was smitten and there was nothing I wasn't going to do to get in her pants.
"It's not crazy," she said. "It's voodoo. I promise you won't regret doing it." She slowly unbuttoned her vest, revealing a black, sheer bra that barely covered her amble breasts. Slowly, she rubbed her fingers along her cleavage. I couldn't take my eyes away.
"Wouldn't you like to know what it feels like to be in this body?" She removed her vest all the way. "Haven't you ever wondered what it's like to be a beautiful woman, if only for a little while?" She cupped her breasts. "What it's like to have tits like these?" Her hand slid down her stomach and under the top of her mini-skirt. "What it's like to have a pussy so wet?" She pulled her hand back out and held it up to my face. I could see the dampness on her fingers. She put them to my lips and I licked her juices clean off them. "All you have to do is say yes and you can." I continued to lick her fingertips until she pulled her hand away.
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
