“They’re not coming with us?” Cynthia asked as June grabbed her hand and pulled her up out of her chair.
“No. They’ll be fine here on their own for a few minutes. Besides, the Black Swallow Bar is the only place in the whole resort where husbands aren’t allowed.”
“Really?” Cynthia asked, totally flummoxed as June pulled her along. “Why not?”
“You’ll see soon enough. But I guarantee you’ll love it.”
While their husbands ordered drinks, June took Cynthia’s hand and led her along one of the winding pathways to another part of the resort.
“June, I have to tell you, Devon was incredible. He was SO BIG. He was able to touch me in places I’ve never been touched before.”
“Your first time with a black man?”
“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, but that was the first time actually having one inside me.”
June smiled and nodded. “I tell you, girl, you’re hooked now. You’ll never go back to the way things were before.”
“Are they all that big here?”
“Uh-huh. They definitely are. You’d be lucky to find any at home that have cocks like the men they have working here, although I’ve been lucky enough to find a couple.”
“You… you have black lovers at home?”
“Yes. I have couple of young bulls at home who take care of me regularly. Much like I can see with your Jim, my Robert encourages it. He knows how much it takes to satisfy me, and those young black guys can definitely do it.” June paused as Cynthia gaped at her, open-mouthed. “It’s nowhere the same as being here, when you can get fucked for hours on end all week long, but it does serve to scratch that itch, if you know what I mean.”
June gave Cynthia a naughty wink, which made Cynthia shiver at the thought of what June had just said, about ‘getting fucked for hours on end, all week long.’ That definitely sounded like heaven to Cynthia.
“Ah, here we are,” June said as they approached an area with lush hedges which soared at least eight feet high, the paved walkway piercing an opening in the thick hedge. Over the opening was another of those metal sculptures, this time with a pair of birds, swallows, silhouetted against the brilliant blue sky beyond. A small metal sign was posted next to the opening: ‘BLACK SWALLOW BAR, FEMALE GUESTS ONLY’.
Cynthia was definitely curious as she followed June through the opening to the space beyond. Once beyond the opening, she could see that the hedge surrounded a rectangular pool, much smaller than any of the other pools she’d seen on the rest of the resort grounds. The soaring hedge provided privacy for all those inside. Near one end of the pool was a small wooden building with a raised shutter facing the pool with a number of stools in front of a counter. Cynthia could see two men working behind the bar, with a variety of bottles and drink machines behind them. But as she looked around the pool, she knew that serving area wasn’t the reason for name, the ‘Black Swallow Bar’.
Surrounding the pool were numerous lounging chairs and, currently, three young black men were sitting in loungers at various locations. Kneeling before each of them was a mature white woman, busily sucking their cocks. Each woman was kneeling on a cushion, much like the one Cynthia had used in their suite when she’d sucked off Lamont the night before.
“See, I told you you’d love it,” June said, seeing Cynthia smile as she watched the three women bob their heads up and down. “Now, let’s go order.”
“Miss June, so happy to see you again,” one of the men behind the bar said as the two women approached, a brilliant smile lighting up his face.
“Good morning, Andre, it’s nice to be back,” June said as she plunked herself down on one of the stools and patted the one next to her, where Cynthia joined her.
“You’re looking as beautiful as ever, Miss,” the bartender said as he let his gaze linger blatantly on June’s ample cleavage. Cynthia could see that this black man was older than most of the others they’d encountered so far, but he was still very handsome and pleasant. “And who’s your friend?”
“This is Cynthia. It’s her first time here.”
“Ah, I see. How are enjoying your stay so far, Miss Cynthia?”
Cynthia still found it hard to being addressed like that, but the man’s brilliant smile made her feel comfortable and relaxed. “We just got here last night, but I’ve loved everything so far.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Anything we can do to be of service, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Which reminds me,” June interjected, “Andre, give us a couple of glasses of lemonade and two of the usual?”
“Of course, Miss June.” Andre turned and held up two fingers. The other man helping him behind the bar nodded and disappeared behind a partition.
“Two of the usual?” Cynthia asked June quietly.
June waved her hand in the air. “You’ll see. Just be patient, my dear.”
Once they’d been seated, Cynthia had noticed that behind the bar, the building extended much further than she’d originally thought. She could hear mumbled voices further back, and what sounded like a shower running. As if reading her mind, June spoke.
“That area back there is kind of like a locker room for some of the staff members here. They can get changed, get cleaned up, whatever they need to do.”
“If you’d like to find a spot,” Andre said as he nodded towards the pool, “I’ll have your drinks brought right out.”
“Wonderful. Thanks, Andre,” June said as she slid off the stool and made her way to a pair of loungers parked under a tiki umbrella, the dried palm fronds forming a comfortable shaded area beneath.
Cynthia followed June’s example and sat in one of the loungers, her eyes magnetically going back to the three women busily sucking off black men sprawled forward in the loungers. “So, this is why it’s called the Black Swallow Bar.”
“Yes, a wonderful name, don’t you think?” June replied with a smile as Andre’s assistant walked up and placed two icy glasses of lemonade on the table between them.
“Mmm, that tastes good,” June said as they both took a sip.