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On the day of the carnival Melanie got a further surprise: The carnival costumes were even skimpier than the practice ones. The skirt sat so low on her hips that she worried it might show the top of her buttocks; the waistband was barely above her pubic bone. The top was more like a halter-top, cut very low. Her areolas were only just covered. She had little choice, however, as the other girls did not seem to mind and she could not let everyone down.
Before getting on the float James insisted that everyone smoke from a large "reefer" he had brought. Although Melanie would never normally consider such a thing, she felt she had to join in with the crowd and get into the spirit of the West Indian carnival. Michael happily joined in, encouraged by Lisa.
The dancing began on the carnival vehicle. Melanie felt the drug kick in and all her inhibitions melted away. During the first act she was dancing with Michael and she let his hands wander even further than was common in the very sensual dance. Melanie found herself becoming more and more aroused, helped along by the ready supply of alcohol on the float which Michael constantly passed to her. The fact that she was dancing to the reggae rhythms in front of hundreds of people just made the whole experience even more surreal and, in a strange way, erotic.
Just when she had gotten so turned on that she was worried her panties would become drenched, she realized she was being passed over to James! In her befuddled state she had forgotten the changeover that was planned for half way through the carnival drive. Melanie realized a large, black man - who knew how to press all her buttons - would be holding her very closely while she was in her aroused state. Her mental turmoil increased when Lisa give her a big wink and said, "Enjoy yourself!" as she passed by while changing partners. Melanie decided to try to relax and let her mind wander elsewhere.
Her plan was disrupted when she felt James' large dark hands rubbing lotion all over her. She was about to say something when she realized all of the dark people were putting sun cream on their white partners, including Lisa on Michael. She realized it probably symbolized racial cooperation and was very practical as the sun was strong and the white dancers would burn.
"Just relax, girl," James said in his deep, masterful voice, so she shut her eyes and did just that.
The feeling of his powerful hands roaming at will over her soft, exposed flesh was exciting; in her aroused and intoxicated state, even she could not deny this. She gasped as his long, dark fingers moved from her neck, down towards her partially exposed breasts. Opening her eyes she saw strong, dark fingers dipping deeply into her pale cleavage, practically cupping her round breasts. She started to object when James said, softly, "This is the tenderest skin, and the easiest to burn".
She knew he was right, but could not contain another gasp as his long, black fingers rubbed all around her milk white cleavage, lingering on the tops of her breasts, confidently brushing her pink, rock-hard nipples as he applied lotion just under the edge of her very low-cut top. When James completed this act which was part sun protection, part erotic massage he cheekily squeezed both of her erect points. Melanie could not stifle a soft moan at this, and was embarrassed to see Lisa smile knowingly at her reaction.
Unknown to Melanie, James was also smiling broadly as he completed the second stage of her physical conditioning: getting Melanie used to black hands caressing her erogenous zones while she was aroused. After five minutes of this treatment, which included the tops of her legs and her very sensitive inner thighs, Melanie was protected from the sun but was more hot and bothered than ever.
The dancing resumed and she could not help but feel excitement, even as she tried to imagine herself elsewhere. The cream had left a slightly oily sheen on her body and James' hands seemed to caress her as they slid along her skin during the interracial couples' performance of the very sensuous dances. Then came the salsa. James pushed his muscular thigh deeply between Melanie's legs before his large hands grasped her left cheek and her waist. Their difference in height meant she was effectively lifted off the ground with only her toes touching the floor.
Her womanhood was pressed against his muscular leg, grinding into him with every move. This stimulated her entire femininity, from anus to clitoris. As the dance moves pulled her first back and forward, then side to side on his leg she could feel her womanhood becoming wetter and wetter. She knew the evidence of her excitement must be dripping from her panties, and hoped James did not notice. She blushed with embarrassment. Unfortunately for her, James knew exactly what he was doing and the effect it was having. Lisa had told him many of Melanie's sexual responses which she had gleaned from the white girl during drunken conversations. James knew that things were well on track.
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At the end of parade day James invited them all back to his place. Though Melanie was uncertain, Michael encouraged her to come along. He was also a little drunk and Lisa had enticed him with many glimpses of her very large, round, dark breasts. The two couples spent a long time drinking even more and listening to reggae. James then took Melanie upstairs under the pretext of getting more drinks, leaving Michael alone with the voluptuous Lisa.
"Come, let's do the dance again," he said, and Melanie, both drunk and stoned, complied. She felt James' hands take control of her body and she moved to the music as she had been conditioned to do over the last several weeks. He firmly but sensuously directed and caressed her body as she swayed to the insistent Caribbean beat. She even closed her eyes at James' command.
