June looked at Cynthia with a devilish twinkle in her eye. “Cyn, eh? That seems like an appropriate name to have in a place like this. It is okay if I call you Cyn too, isn’t it?” Her words made Cynthia blush as she nodded.
Seeing that the women had introduced themselves, the husbands did the same. The porters started rolling their luggage toward the open lobby’s front desk as the two husbands turned to rejoin their wives.
“Well, it was very nice to meet you, Cyn, and I’m sure we’ll see you around,” June said before leaning in and speaking quietly into Cynthia’s ear. “Make sure you ask for Dontae at some point during the week. Trust me, you won’t regret it.” She drew back and gave Cynthia a naughty wink before slipping her hand through her husband’s arm and making their way towards the front desk.
“What was that all about?” Jim asked as he took Cynthia’s arm as well.
“Oh nothing, just wishing us a good time,” Cynthia quickly replied, wondering who Dontae was. That intriguing look in June’s eyes had caused another needy twinge in her pussy and, despite herself, she could feel herself getting wet down there. She was tuckered out and couldn’t wait to get to their room and get some sleep, but not before Jim’s tongue helped take care of wetness down there for her.
The spacious high-ceilinged lobby had its lights dimmed at this time of night, but Cynthia could see how luxuriously it was decorated. Gleaming marble floors picked up inviting diamond-like twinkles of light as they approached the opulent front desk. The subdued, subtle lighting gave the place a very comforting feeling. June and Robert were being checked in by one gentlemen at the desk, while another young black man smiled and beckoned them to come to his station further down the counter.
“Welcome to Toros Infinitos. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Hunter?”
“Yes, that’s us,” Jim replied.
“I’m sorry that your plane was delayed. Fortunately, you won’t experience any of those nasty snowstorms here in Jamaica.”
When they’d walked up to his station, Cynthia had noticed the young man’s eyes raking over her chest. Even though she was used to that kind of thing, having some idea of what this place was all about gave her an erotic sensation that she very much liked.
Cynthia smiled to herself as she listened to the desk clerk speak. He definitely had a typical Jamaican accent, but he spoke as if he’d had some formal education or additional training, especially when it came to conversing with customers. But then she realized maybe she’d just watched too many movies, heard too many stereotypical Jamaican accents that Hollywood pumped out. She cursed herself, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Still, she thought his accent was cute, and it made her feel welcome, welcome to the pleasures of his home country. She thought about all those dreams she’d had over the last few years, and especially over the last two months. Yes… she hoped to sample as many of the pleasures his country had to offer as she could.
She stepped away as Jim brought out his credit card and continued checking in. She tried to look out past the lobby onto the grounds, but it was too dark to see much. She took a few steps forward and looked around, seeing numerous lights on the various buildings in the complex, with moonlight catching her eye as it glinted off water in what she surmised was one of the many swimming pools she’d been told were on the grounds.
“Lamont.” Cynthia turned as the clerk called out a name. One of the porters appeared from across the darkened lobby and approached the desk. While the man at the desk had been wearing a cream-colored suit with a white shirt and tie, the porter was dressed in a white golf shirt tucked into trim-fitting khaki shorts. A pair of white tennis shoes and white ankle socks completed his ensemble. His black skin seemed to glisten under the subdued light, and looked provocatively bold as it contrasted with his light-colored ensemble. Even from a distance, it didn’t take long for Cynthia’s gaze to rest on the front of the porter’s beige khaki shorts. She could see that the fit of the shorts was fairly snug, and she wasn’t surprised why–the young man seemed to be carrying quite a sizable package beneath the cream-colored fabric. Just looking at that substantial bulge was making her pussy cream as well.
“Lamont, please see Mr. and Mrs. Hunter to their room please. They’re in Ocean Breeze, room 304,” the clerk said as he handed Lamont a pair of room key cards.
“Oh, one other thing,” Cynthia heard Jim say as he leaned over the counter and spoke quietly to the desk clerk. She had no idea what Jim was saying, but the clerk listened intently as Jim spoke, and then a soft smile came over his face.
“That will be no problem at all, sir,” the young man said as Jim stepped back. By this time Lamont had gathered their luggage and moved it onto one of the resort’s golf carts that was fitted out to look like an antique car. It was the perfect thing for getting customers wherever they wanted to go on the resort.
“Lamont, can I speak to you for a moment, please?” the clerk said before turning to Cynthia and Jim. “Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, please take a seat in the back and Lamont will have you at your room in no time. Enjoy your stay and don’t hesitate to call if there’s anything, anything at all, that we can do for either one of you.”
Jim helped Cynthia into the little bench seat of the golf cart as the clerk pulled Lamont to the side and spoke to him privately. Cynthia wondered what was going on, especially partway through the conversation when Lamont quickly glanced in her direction for a second or two, his gaze lingering on her sizable chest. Lamont didn’t bother looking away while the clerk continued speaking, letting his young eyes feast on Cynthia’s notable attributes. Again, she got that tingling feeling deep between her legs, and she liked it. Finally, Lamont nodded in agreement as the clerk finished speaking, tapped the porter playfully on the arm, and then walked back to his station.