Freshly showered and with Cyn’s sexy yellow bikini back in place, she and Jim made their way to the largest of the resort’s numerous pools. Wonderfully shaded by numerous palm trees and with lush tropical plants and flowers surrounding the deck, Cynthia couldn’t help but smile as she looked at everything. It was paradise as far as she was concerned. Being thoroughly fucked by Devon didn’t harm her outlook on life either.
“Cyn, over here!”
The mention of her pet name caused her to turn, where she spotted June, the woman she’d met on the bus last night, waving to her from a pair of loungers under a palm-frond umbrella poolside. The red-haired woman waved to her as she sat next to her husband, both of them wearing their bathing suits. They were wearing sunglasses, as were Cynthia and Jim. Cynthia felt that it made them feel like movie stars, seeking some degree of anonymity in this tropical Garden of Eden, this ‘Black Cock Utopia’, safely tucked away from the curious eyes of anyone they might know, anyone who’d find their transgressions to be of speculative interest.
“June,” Cynthia called out as she waved to her new friend and walked over to join them. “You look fabulous.” The redhead certainly, did, her curvy body gloriously displayed in an vivid purple bikini that set off her red hair magnificently. Cynthia couldn’t help but notice the woman’s sizable breasts packed into the structured top of her bikini, the warm pale flesh oozing out over the tops of the curving bra cups. They weren’t as big as Cynthia’s, but close.
“Sit here, my dear,” June said as she tapped the chaise next to her where her husband was sitting. “Robert, why don’t you sit next to Jim so Cynthia and I can have a little girl-talk?”
“Of course, dear,” Robert replied before motioning for Jim to join him in two loungers under the next tiki umbrella a few feet away.
Cynthia drew off her coverup and tossed it over the back of the lounger.
“Oh my, like I said last night,” June said, her eyes raking over Cynthia’s huge rack. “You’re going to be a real hit here. With a pair of girls like you’ve got, you’re going to be very popular.”
“Oh, thank you,” Cynthia replied as she sat down, feeling somewhat embarrassed, yet excited, by the woman’s comment. She noticed June looking at her curiously.
“What’s happened to you, my dear?” June asked. “You’re positively glowing.”
Cynthia shrugged, unable to keep the smile off her face. “I just had a massage.”
June started nodding. “Ah yes. That would explain why you’re smiling like the cat that just ate the canary. Which canary gave you your massage?”
“Devon.”
“Oh well, that explains it even more. His is quite a specimen, isn’t he?”
“Oh god yes. He was incredible.”
“I assume you had the ‘deep tissue massage’?”
Cynthia smiled and nodded. “Deeper than I’ve ever had before.” Cynthia paused and looked over her shoulder, happy to see that Jim and Robert were talking amongst themselves and not paying attention to her and June. “Tell me, are they all as good at giving those deep massages as Devon?”
A broad smile broke out over June’s face. “Yes, dear, they certainly are. Every single one. I’ll tell you, you’ll probably have more ‘massages’ this week that you can imagine, and every one will be nice and deep, and just as good as the one Devon just gave you.”
Cynthia shivered at the thought of it.
“Robert’s scheduled a massage for me with Devon at three this afternoon. By the look on your face, it looks like he’s in prime condition today. I can’t wait.”
“You’ll love it, trust me.”
“Was that why we didn’t see you at breakfast this morning? Did you stay in your room until you had your massage?”
“No. We didn’t intend to, but we slept in. We ended up just ordering room service a short time ago and had it on the balcony in our room.”
“Ah, slept in,” June said with a knowing nod. “Up late sampling some of the local fare?”
Cynthia looked over and found June smiling at her as she tipped her sunglasses down, a definite twinkle in her flashing green eyes. Cynthia smiled back at the woman. “I guess you could say that. I was kind of hungry to try something local and so we ordered some late-night room service.”
June nodded. “I did that myself last night. A nice way to start the week. Tell me, did you enjoy what they brought you?”
“Oh, I did, very much. Their local selections were so good that I ended up trying three different ones.”
A broad smile came over June’s face. “Oh my, you were hungry, weren’t you?”
“I think I was, but I had a full belly when it was all said and done.”
“No wonder you slept in. I would have too.” June paused as she settled back, turning her face up towards the sun. “Isn’t it beautiful here?”
“I love it, just love it,” Cynthia replied, breathing deeply, the soft warm air and the invigorating sunshine making her feel more alive than ever. She smiled as she looked around the pool, seeing many other couples just like themselves, and all looked over the age of forty. She found it more comforting than she had imagined to see so many there for the same reason as them.
“It’s so peaceful here, isn’t it?” Cynthia said as she continued to look around, all of the mature women revealing their mature curves in their bathing suits, their husbands hanging on their words attentively.
“It’s generally fairly quiet in the mornings. Things get a little busier in the afternoon,” June replied. “You’ll see.”
A minute or so later, a young black man carrying a tray approached their group. “Anything to drink, Miss?” he asked, looking at each of them in turn.
“Is the Black Swallow Bar open yet?” June asked as Cynthia was just about to order a lemonade.
“Yes, Miss. It opened a few minutes ago.”
“Wonderful. My friend and I will go there for an aperitif before lunch.” She turned to Cynthia. “That’s okay with you, isn’t it, my dear?”
“Well I…” Cynthia replied, not sure what was going on at all.
“Trust me,” June said as she waved her hand, “you’ll love it. But I’m sure the boys here would love something to drink.”