“You look absolutely stunning, my dear,” June said as Cynthia and Jim walked up to them in one of the resort’s numerous restaurants. This one specialized in French cuisine and was done up to look like an antiquated ornate chateau. Not exactly authentic Parisienne, but Cynthia could see that the resort owners had spared no expense to make it look as realistic as possible.
“You don’t look too shabby yourself,” Cynthia responded as her eyes alighted on June.
Cynthia thought they both looked resplendent, dressed to the nines and looking sexy as hell. June was wearing a royal-blue, sleeveless mini dress, the silky fabric molding itself to her shapely mature form. It had a high Mandarin-type collar and Cynthia thought June’s breasts looked exquisite as they filled the tight-fitting bodice, her substantial mounds stretching the shiny blue fabric almost to the bursting point. Like Cynthia, her legs were bare and looked long and lean with the black high-heeled strappy sandals she was wearing.
Cynthia felt she looked nice as well. She was wearing one of the new purchases they’d made in anticipation of the trip, and this was one of the dresses that Jim had insisted they buy as soon as she’d tried it on and came out of the change room. It was a mini dress like nothing Cynthia had ever owned before. The whole dress was made up of thousands of tiny silver sequins that glittered like jewels, the little beads sewn onto some form of stretchy fabric that hugged Cynthia’s lush curvy form. Cynthia had never worn a mini this short before, not even when she was a teenager, with the hem of this dress ending scandalously high on her thighs. With her full thighs, Cynthia had been worried that it was far too short for her, but Jim ensured her that men loved women with thighs as lush and full as hers, and with the way he was drooling as he’d looked at the teasing height of that hem when she’d come out of the change room, she had to believe him.
The dress had a deeply-scooped neckline that showed her decolletage off spectacularly. The dress was so tight-fitting that Cynthia had chosen to go without a bra. Even without a bra, her generous breasts filled the shiny sequined bodice so full that they were pushed together and up to create a deep dark line of cleavage that was provocatively inviting. The shiny dress emphasized every delicious curve and enticing valley of Cynthia’s pronounced hourglass figure. It followed the natural contours of her slender waist before flowing out over her wide womanly hips and sitting saucily over her big curvy bum.
Her legs were bare as well, her full plump thighs dazzlingly on display in the short dress. With the strappy silver high heels she was wearing, the towering heels made her legs look fantastic. Her full meaty calves and those lushly plump thighs seemed accentuated by her cute dimpled knees and slender ankles. All in all, the outfit looked stunning on her, and when she looked in the mirror, she knew the glittering silver dress was sexier than anything she’d ever owned, and she loved it.
“Are you guys up for joining us at the dance club after dinner?” June asked when they were finishing their meal.
“That sounds like fun–” Cynthia started.
“I’m not sure if we’ll be able to,” Jim interrupted as he glanced at his watch.
“What? What’s that, honey?”
“It’s just that I called the front desk earlier today to arrange something, as I mentioned. The gentleman I spoke to said… ah… I think this may be our guest now,” Jim said as his eyes flicked to the other side of the room.
Cynthia and the others turned in that direction, Cynthia’s eyes opening wide as she saw the black man walking towards their table. He looks more like a mountain than a man, she thought to herself. He was easily about 6′-7″ tall, with a profoundly muscular body to match. Dressed in a white shirt and black dress pants, the stylish outfit did nothing to hide his impressive physique. The way his clothes fit over his barrel chest, broad shoulders and powerful arms made Cynthia think of one of those superheroes who would change into that character, shredding their clothes as their body grew. This guy looked just like that, and she could picture his huge tree-trunk-like thighs leaving his pants in tatters as well if he chose to flex.
She glanced up, taking in his shaven head and full features, his eyes dark and piercing, his wide mouth and full lips made for giving a woman pleasure, she thought as she looked at him. He looked powerful and menacing, but his dark eyes had a gentler caring quality to them as his gaze met hers, as if he could see right into her soul. She felt her pussy starting to weep into her tiny panties within seconds as their eyes locked.
“You are Mister Jim, I take it?” the man said as he stopped next to their table, his crotch mere inches from Cynthia’s face. His voice matched his body, powerful and seductive.
“Yes,” Jim said. “And you must be Dontae?”
Cynthia’s ears had perked up at the name ‘Dontae’, the name of the man June had mentioned suggestively the first night they’d arrived. As Cynthia looked over the magnificent specimen up and down, she couldn’t help but gasp as she took in the pronounced bulge of his groin, the material protruding out substantially beneath his black pants.
“Yes, and you must be Miss Cynthia,” the giant replied as he reached down, took Cynthia’s hand in his and tenderly kissed it as he leaned forwards.
“Y… yes,” Cynthia gushed out, surprised and excited by the big man’s gentle kiss on her hand.
“You are as beautiful as I’ve heard,” Dontae said as he blatantly looked her up and down, his eyes feasting on her sumptuous chest.
“You’ve… you’ve heard?” Cynthia asked, her eyebrows arching up.
“Yes, it doesn’t take long for word to get around amongst the staff about a woman as beautiful as you, or Miss June here,” he responded diplomatically as he nodded in June’s direction as well.
“Dontae, you are quite the charmer, aren’t you? You always make a woman feel special,” June said with a smile as her eyes darted down to his bulging crotch.
“It’s easy when surrounded by so much beauty as the two of you, and you know me, Miss June, I do aim to please.” As he was speaking, Dontae took Cynthia’s hand that he was still holding and brought it to the inside of his upper thigh on one leg, giving it a little squeeze as her hand settled over his cock, letting her know she could do as she wished.
“Well, you never had any problem ‘aiming to please’, as far as I’m concerned,” June said, all but licking her lips as her eyes roamed blatantly over Dontae’s impressive physique. “Your aim has always been right on target, if I remember correctly, and I’m sure I do.”
Beneath her fingers, Cynthia could feel the warm tube of flesh that was extending down Dontae’s pant leg. With her brain firing with arousal, she let her fingers explore downwards, her fingers curled around the salami-like cock beneath the soft material. Her eyes opened wider as her hand kept going, further and further, until she felt the warmth of the broad flared head beneath her fingers. She looked down and gasped, her hand more than halfway down his thigh!
“I’m always happy to be of service whenever you come to visit, Miss June. It’s always a pleasure.”
“More mine than yours, I’m sure,” June said as she continued to watch Cynthia’s hand sliding slowly up and down the inside of Dontae’s thigh, her new friend’s eyes as big as saucers. June couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she spoke, “Are you free sometime tomorrow, Dontae? I definitely want us to spend some time together at least once this week. That might be all I can take.”