It was a hot day at the beach. My own private beach in the Caribbean in front of a house we rented for the week. When I looked down the beach it looked nearly empty. The nearest person was at least half mile away flying a kite. Occasionally people passed walking on the beach. But, needless to say it was nearly empty. It was perfect.
So, today it was just my day to relax! My husband had taken the kids to a water park. Work was far, far away. All my responsibilities were washed away with the noise of the beach. I spent some time reading. I only had two books - one New York Times bestselling fiction book and some trashy novel I picked up at the airport because I needed a backup book.
I looked at the trashy novel and decided to save that for when I needed to get in the mood for a quicky with my husband after all the kids have gone to bed. It was a good read. Your basic fiction book that appear on the bestseller lists. Occasionally, I would set the book down and look out over the ocean on my private beach. It was perfect.
I don't know what it is about the islands and speedo suits, but it seems most of the men wear them. Except for Americans, of course. But, I think this island had a heavy European influence so the men passing by had speedos. Frankly, some of them should not be wearing one because it just does not fit to see a middle-aged man with a beer gut wearing a speedo. It was time to read my book again...
The next time I took a break, I saw two men walking up the beach carrying a load. Both wore speedos, but this time they looked like they belonged in those suits. From a distance, it looked like two native islanders. As I was watching, they turned and started walking towards me. I was a little nervous because I was nearly alone and we were warned about the potential dangers of renting a private house on the beach in the islands. I was relieved that there was people that I could see down the beach that definitely could hear me with a scream. And, I settled my mind as they looked like they were selling something. As they approached, I could make out their physic. One was tall, lean and muscular while the other was a bit shorter but thick and very strong. Both were wearing white speedos that definitely contrasted their deep black skin. It also helped they were trim and sporting solid six-packs like all men wearing speedo suits should. But, what really caught my attention was the bulges in their speedos. They both were huge and you could see the faint outline of their massive members coiled in those suits...
"Hi, would you like a drink, ma'am?" in a wonderful island accent snapped me out thoughts as they approached. At first I thought they might have seen me crotch watching, but I quickly dismissed that since I was wearing sunglasses.
I finally said, "Oh Hi... Yes. I am so hot right now. What do you have?"
After a list of beers, one of the men said, "Coconut Island Special!" which caught my attention. I love coconut drinks. "I take one of those, please."
"No problem, ma'am, one Coconut Island Special coming up!" The really built man reached into the container and pulled out chunks of fresh coconut and started to shave it. His muscles rippled as he shaved the coconut for my drink. The taller man, pulled out rum. I could not get any better, a rum and coconut drink being prepared by two big muscular black men in speedos on a beach!
Again, I was snapped out of my wandering thoughts with a question, "Are you here alone, ma'am?" as the man prepare a shaker with ice and rum.
"Well, um, yes. My husband took all the kids to the water park so I get this day to relax. It is my day! This beach is wonderful here!"