“What do you think that’s all about?” Cynthia asked Jim, feeling good about the sleeveless turtleneck she’d chosen to wear. They’d barely been here ten minutes and already two of the men were almost drooling over the sight of her tits, just like the bus driver and the other males on the shuttle had been.
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably just making sure he got the room number correct. Boy, I sure will be glad to get into bed tonight. Travelling in winter is brutal,” Jim said, trying to deflect Cynthia’s attention.
“I’m with you on that, honey. This has been quite the long day. A nice comfortable bed is gonna feel real nice.”
Lamont had stored their luggage safely in the back of the golf cart and then taken his place in the driver’s seat. They meandered through the darkened complex towards the building with the unit that would become their home for the next week. Cynthia loved the feel of the soft breeze on her face, occasional wisps of her dark blonde hair flashing across her skin like a butterfly’s kiss. It made her feel alive, feel refreshed, away from the cold northwest, away from home, away on an adventure the likes of which she’d only fantasized about.
Lamont finally came to a silent stop near the entry to a three-storey structure labelled as “Building #3 — Ocean Breeze”. Just the name of that conjured up wondrous images for Cynthia, of sun-kissed beaches and swaying palm trees, of mesmerizing rolling surf, and of men, black men, well-hung black men, black men with huge engorged cocks, cocks dripping with pearly seed, ready to meet her every desire. She shivered with excitement as Lamont took her hand and helped her out of her seat, his other hand sliding over the curve of her hip as she got to her feet. It was an innocuous gesture, but with the way her mind was working, Cynthia had to shake her head to clear her thoughts.
“Mister Jim, Miss Cynthia, right this way, please,” Lamont said. Cynthia thought it was cute that the young porter had called her that. He looked to be around twenty, so he had to be at least twenty-five years younger than her, but still, he called her ‘Miss’. She thought it was so sweet.
The two of them followed as Lamont took their suitcases and led them towards the elevator near the start of the building’s open corridor. Cynthia was once again reminded of how strange it seemed, with her coming from the extreme northwest, that there were places in the world that weren’t totally enclosed to the elements. As they started down the corridor that was wide open to the outdoors, she thought how wonderful it must be to be able to live like this.
The three of them rode the elevator to the third floor, where Lamont quickly made his way to their room. Cynthia and Jim both smiled when they saw a banner strung diagonally from the top corner to the bottom corner of the door, the words “Happy Anniversary!” displayed in flowing script.
“Jim, look at that, that’s so nice of them to do that for us,” Cynthia said, giving her husband’s arm a loving squeeze.
With a swipe of the key card, Lamont had the door open and had turned all the lights on in seconds flat. The two of them entered the room as Lamont followed behind with their luggage.
Cynthia almost gasped as she saw the size of their suite. It was almost as big as the first apartment they’d lived in when they’d gotten married! It was gorgeous. Marble floors gleamed with a brilliant finish as Cynthia walked into the room. Just inside the entry, an opening led into a large bathroom that ran the full width of the unit, with a long vanity sporting double sinks. There were individual mirrors mounted over each sink on black steel members, which reminded Cynthia of the intricate metal sculpture of the bull at the resort entry. Above the rest of the counter between the two sinks, a large opening allowed a view throughout the rest of the suite towards the glassed-in wall at the front and the pair of sliding patio doors next to it.
Cynthia turned around and looked at the rest of the bathroom. There were two toilets on either side of an enormous glass shower stall. She’d never stayed in a hotel room that had actually had his and hers toilets, and just the thought of that made her smile. The shower was huge, with multiple shower heads and a hand-held wand for the user’s convenience.
Following Lamont further into the room, Cynthia’s eyes fell next on the sleeping area, located just beyond the wall that separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite. The king-sized bed looked welcoming, with modern-looking side tables and lights that complemented the whole design of the space, which Cynthia could see was incredibly contemporary, and architecturally modern.
Just past the bed, a small wing wall a couple of feet long projected into the room from the far wall, separating the sleeping area from what Cynthia thought of as the ‘living room’. Beyond the bed, a large TV was mounted on the side wall adjacent to the wing wall, the flat screen angled slightly to be viewed easily from the bed. Right below the TV and set at a 45-degree angle about three feet from the corner of the bed was a large easy chair, facing directly towards the bed. From what Jim had told her, Cynthia felt a shiver of excitement run down her back as she spied it. Jim had told her that each room had one of these, what was referred to by the resort as the ‘cuckold chair’. This is where the husbands sat and watched as their wives were fucked every which way on the enormous king size beds. Cynthia couldn’t help but feel her eyes lock on the chair, picturing Jim sitting there as a beautiful big black man with a huge cock pounded her mature pussy into submission. Her velvety love-pocket gave another little spasm as that image flowed through her mind.
The wall opposite the area where the chair was and to the right of the sleeping area contained a couple of sizable closets, almost hidden behind smooth doors of burnished dark wood. Lamont opened each of the doors to show them, hidden pot lights coming on automatically as the doors opened. Further on, the living space of the unit was enormous, just like the bed and shower. A comfortable-looking couch and armchair, along with a low coffee table made of rich-looking wood, were accented by a large floor lamp that looked like an enormous cocoon, and a few deftly-placed wall sconces that Cynthia was sure must have cost a fortune. Looking up, Cynthia saw a rectangular panel on the ceiling over the living area. It projected down about four inches and seemed to be made up of two separate panels, like a pantry door. She wondered what that was for. She figured she’d ask at some point, but right now she wanted to investigate the rest of the room that was going to be their home for the next week.
Along the side of the room opposite the couch, a lengthy desk with some shelves above and a small fridge behind a wood cupboard below completed the space. A second TV was wall-mounted in this area as well, and just below it, a small round table with couple of chairs, perfect for sharing a couple of early-morning coffees. Cynthia was again delighted by the opulence of their suite; she’d never stayed in a hotel room that had two televisions in it either!
“It’s too dark to see right now,” Lamont said as he gestured towards the glass wall and patio doors at the front of the unit, “but outside you’ll find both a hot tub, and a cooling tub for your personal use. There’s also a covered day bed big enough for two for you to use at your leisure. Beyond that, you have a direct view towards the ocean.” He stepped over to the desk and tapped on the cover of a blue binder set next to a telephone. “You’ll find any information you need about the resort, and all the amenities it has to offer, in here. And don’t hesitate to call the front desk if you have any questions or need anything at all. We’re here to serve at your pleasure, twenty-four hours a day.”