Like a magician performing a magic trick, Carnell deftly removed the metal hats from their breakfast plates, revealing a steaming plate of Eggs Benedict for Jim, and a large plate of mixed fruit with a side order of toast for Cynthia.
“Would Miss like some fresh cream on her fruit this morning?” Carnell asked after he poured them each a cup of coffee.
“Yes, please,” Cynthia replied.
Cynthia was shocked as the young man quickly zipped open his shorts and drew out his cock. He moved right next to her as he started stroking it. Both she and Jim watched, wide-eyed, as Carnell rhythmically stroked his long black cock. Cynthia could only stare as the bloated head seemed to throb right before her eyes, her mouth watering as the young man’s hand pumped back and forth. In less than a minute, he pointed the big purple crown of his cock down at her plate, just before a thick white rope of spunk jettisoned forth.
“Oh my God!” Cynthia muttered as she watched the young man cover her plate of fruit with a torrent of cum. He was moving his cock from side to side as he shot, ribbons and strands of milky jizz spewing forth onto her food. Cynthia couldn’t believe how much this guy could shoot.
“Cream in your coffee too, Miss?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Yes please,” Cynthia responded instantly. He moved the tip of his shooting cock over to her coffee cup, shooting a few more white ropes of spunk right onto the top of her steaming cup of coffee. Finally, his climax complete, he carefully drew the oozing tip of his cock over the edge of her cup, leaving a glittering pearl of cum shining on the rim.
Cynthia and Jim sat mesmerized as the young man deftly tucked his cock back into his shorts and zipped up. “Enjoy your breakfast,” he said before turning on his heel and making his way out, taking the room service cart with him.
“Wow, did you see that?” Jim was finally able to say once they heard their room door close.
“It was pretty hard to miss,” Cynthia said as she looked down at her colorful plate of fruit, which was now covered with a shimmering glaze of semen. She felt herself licking her lips as she looked at the shiny strands and milky gobs of cum.
“I didn’t have any idea that’s what he meant when he asked if you wanted cream.”
“I didn’t either,” Cynthia muttered as her hand picked up her fork, “but it looks wonderful.” She speared a piece of melon, which was absolutely dripping with cum. She brought it her mouth and sniffed, feeling the distinctive scent settle into her senses like an intoxicating drug. She slid the gooey piece of fruit into her mouth, letting her tongue roll over it as the scintillating flavor of cum made her taste buds come alive.
“Mmm…” She couldn’t help the purr that emanated from deep in her throat. “I think I’ll be ordering this every day.” She gladly swallowed that first bite and then attacked her plate for more. She paused and brought her cup to her mouth, licking up that shimmering morsel from the rim before taking a sip, Carnell’s rich white cum marbling teasingly on the surface of her hot cup of coffee. She eagerly slurped, drawing the flowing cream into her mouth.
“Well, that’s the perfect way to start the day,” Cynthia said as she ate the last piece of fruit, a tart piece of pineapple thoroughly doused in Carnell’s spunk.
“I think you missed a bit,” Jim said as he pointed to a drop of cum dangling off the edge of the plate.
“Ah, don’t want to let it go to waste,” Cynthia replied as she picked her plate up and ran her tongue along the edge, making sure to get every last morsel.
*
A short time later, they were strolling around the grounds, Cynthia’s curvy form hidden by a colorful cover-up that she had wrapped around her and tied behind her neck. Beneath the attractive piece of fabric she wore one of her new purchases, a yellow bikini in which she looked absolutely stunning. Once Jim had seen her in it, there was no way in hell they were getting out of the store without that bathing suit in their possession.
They took a leisurely stroll around the grounds, familiarizing themselves with the layout and everything the resort had to offer. Cynthia was beside herself with excitement and happiness, looking from one thing to the next as they walked around. They were just about to grab a spot by one of the pools when an attendant approached them.
“Mister Jim, Tent #3 is ready for you and Miss Cynthia,” the young man said. He turned and pointed to a row of five sizable white tents set a short distance back from the main pool. Two of the tents currently had the fabric at the front closed, while the other three had the front flaps tied back at the corners. “Devon will be joining you shortly.”
“What’s that all about?” Cynthia asked as the attendant walked away.
“When you were in the shower this morning, I booked you a poolside massage. I thought that would be a nice way for you to start the day.”
A massage… Cynthia thought that sounded perfect. “Oh, that’s so sweet of you to do that for me, dear.”