It was six months ago I planned a two week vacation to be all by myself. No work, no going out after work for drinks for shopping until I spent my entire paycheck, no crying of being alone without a man. I saved up for this vacation and bought all new clothes and kept telling myself that this will be a "me vacation" and I wouldn't think of anything or anyone else but me.
I gave myself the royal treatment before I left; haircut and color, manicure and pedicure and a waxing to rid of all my body hair that I do every week for myself anyway. I packed and didn't over pack as a usually do but made sure I brought enough. I treated myself to a limo ride to the airport so I wouldn't have to ask for a ride or leave my car there for two weeks. I did, however, leave my keys to my townhouse with my best friend along with a frig full of food and booze so she could take in my mail and party with others. My only call would be to her to let her know I arrived and she could pass on the word. She would be the only one to have my phone and room number and promised not to bother me unless it was an emergency.
The plane was surprisingly on time and the taxi driver was waiting there to take me to my hotel. The clean air was already getting to me and I made my one and only call and was ready for two weeks of sun, fun, relaxing and having the time of my life.
I had been divorced for about 2 years now and I was getting extra money from my ex so I wasn't bad off at all. I was able to pay my rent, go out whenever I wanted, treat myself to whatever I wanted and still have money left over. My ex was an drinker and an abuser - physically and mentally and I couldn't take it anymore. I took it for 10 years and just decided one day to serve him papers while he was at the office from a hangover after a night at the "boys night out" which was every Wednesday after they got paid.
In the hotel lobby I turned around too quickly and bumped into this huge sexy black guy. I told him how sorry I was and he told me not to worry because he was just fine. He introduced himself to me and I to him and I couldn't catch my breath. He stood about 6'4" and had a shaved head and dimples in both of his cheeks including one in his chin. I love dimples. I figured he was staying in the same hotel so I might run into him again without running into him like our first meeting.
I unpacked my bags and laid down on the big king sized bed in my room and I began to think about that black man and what I would love to be doing with him right now and what I would like him to be doing to be. I was hoping I would see him again and maybe we could talk and get to know each other better. What I thought was going to be a two week vacation from everything, may be a two week vacation getting it on with a sexy black God.
I remembered reading the sign in the lobby that the beach bar had a happy hour from 5:30-7:30 every day and then a meal and a show on Saturday nights. It was Saturday, I was well rested and I was going to shower and go to happy hour. I got out my navy blue and white sundress and sandals with my little white bag to hold my cell and my wallet and off I went. I walked out and was turning the corner and there he was coming out of his room. He had on a white pair of slacks and a red shirt and a gray jacket. He look awesome. I saw a few empty seats at the bar and sat down and I was hoping he would see me and stop for a drink before going about what he had planned.