Cynthia arrives at the resort and sucks her first black cock.
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That was two months ago, and now, they were finally here. It hadn’t been easy. They’d left their home in a small town just outside Seattle in the early morning during a heavy rain, only to find it had turned to near-blizzard conditions by the time they were due to switch planes at Chicago’s O’Hare airport. The weather had caused numerous delays, including their direct flight to the quaintly named ‘Ian Fleming International Airport’ in Ochos Rios. They’d been scheduled to arrive in the middle of the afternoon, but with the delays, they’d finally arrived in the late evening.
When they’d collected their bags and left the airport, even though it was late at night, Cynthia savored the feeling of the warm tropical air moving like silk over her skin. The soft caress of that warm breeze felt like heaven after months of the chilly dampness of Washington State. Anticipating the change, Cynthia had dressed in layers for the journey, warm enough for travel to the airport and on the plane, but easy enough to slip out of after they’d arrived. Once they’d landed in Jamaica, she’d used the facilities in the airport washroom, and then slipped off her sweater and the tights she’d been wearing beneath her skirt. Now, she was ready for those blissfully warm tropical temperatures.
After Jim had told her about their planned trip, they’d gone on many shopping trips, for everything from swimwear to footwear, with numerous visits to the lingerie store. Cynthia couldn’t wait to wear some of her new outfits, many of which she never thought in a million years she’d wear in public. But Jim convinced her how beautiful she looked in all of them, even the risque items that she thought would only suit women much younger. As he encouraged her to try on some things she’d only dreamt of, Jim said that, if he was able, he’d be hard as a rock every time he looked at her in those outfits. That was all it took for her to agree to let him swipe his credit card through at the checkout. The number of purchases mounted, and she was hard-pressed to fit them into her suitcase. Jim had insisted that she take all of them, which resulted in him happily leaving a number of his things behind in order for some of Cynthia’s sexy items to take up close to half of his luggage allotment.
And now, without her heavy sweater and tights, she felt like she belonged. Her lush curvy body was clad simply and tastefully. From her new purchases, she’d chosen a short white denim skirt, which hugged her bountiful rear end. Her full thighs caused the front hem to stretch taut across them as it narrowed and ended about halfway down to her dimpled knees. It was definitely much shorter than any skirt she’d normally wear, but Jim thought it looked great and insisted they buy it. She’d paired the brilliant white skirt with a powder-blue sleeveless turtleneck, with vertical ribs that flowed in and out enticingly around the sumptuous swells of her massive breasts. She knew she looked good in any color of blue, which brought out the ocean-like hue of her warm eyes. The light blue color and the projecting shelf of her tits caused a noticeable shadow to fall on her midsection, an eye-catching phenomenon that she’d been used to for years, and never ceased to draw male attention.
Once off the plane, she’d slipped into flat white sandals, a perfect march for her casual attire. After coming out of the washroom after changing, it didn’t take long for her to notice the number of gazes directed her way, from both men and women. It made her smile inside to see how many men were sneaking glances at her voluminous breasts, teasingly displayed in the tightly-stretched turtleneck. It made her happy that Jim had insisted she allow him to buy her clothes like that. Clothes that she knew she looked good in, and she hoped the black men at the resort would like as well.
Cynthia never felt happier than when they boarded the designated shuttle bus to take them to the resort, along with a few other couples, who, she noticed, were generally in the same age group as she and Jim. Although the shuttle bus from the airport was only about a half hour ride, Cynthia was nearly done in by the time those headlights finally lit up the entry to the resort, with the time now well after 11:00pm.
Just as the various couples were about to depart the bus, an attractive red-haired woman about Cynthia’s age tapped her on the arm as they were getting out of their seats.
“Is this your first time here?” the woman asked, an inviting smile on her face.
“Yes, it is. You’ve been here before?”
“Yes, this is our eighth time.” She gave Cynthia a conspiratorial wink as they filed off the bus. “You’re going to love it.”
“I hope so. We’re celebrating our 25th anniversary. My husband organized all this for me.”
“My husband did the same for me the first time. We were here for our 25th two years ago. We just love it. I’d never go anywhere else.” The woman paused and dropped her eyes, staring blatantly at the impressive thrust of Cynthia’s spectacular tits, and then she slowly let her eyes roam down over the rest of Cynthia’s shapely body. “Yes, with a set of tits like that, and a body like yours, trust me, sweetheart, you are definitely going to be very popular here.”
Cynthia couldn’t help but blush, but the woman’s words, and the way she hadn’t tried to hide her gaze as she’d looked Cynthia up and down, had sent another jolt to her already creamy twat. She could feel her nipples stiffen as the woman’s gaze lingered over the front of her tight top, causing little shadows to appear beneath the stiffening buds. She was busy trying to compose herself when the woman looked back up at her face and stuck out her hand. Cynthia noticed the expensive-looking sapphire and diamond ring on one of the woman’s slender fingers. “I’m June, by the way, and that’s Robert.” The woman gestured to her husband, who, like Jim, was helping to identify their bags as the bus driver unloaded the luggage.
Cynthia reached out and shook the woman’s hand. The woman was about the same height as Cynthia, about 5′-6″ or 5′-7″, and had a curvy build as well. Cynthia’s practised gaze catalogued June as about a D-cup, with a round backside to match. She imagined that if what June had said about Cynthia’s build was true, June was likely to be pretty popular here herself. The woman’s tits and ass would have most men of any age drooling. As the woman firmly shook her hand, it brought Cynthia back to the present. “Oh, sorry. I’m Cynthia, but most of my friends call me Cyn, and my husband’s name is Jim.”