I have a great job that comes with a lot of vacation time. I take six to eight vacations a year. I love tropical weather, and I usually vacation in the Caribbean. I go for week-long cruises and spend time on tropical islands, where I can feel my freedom come alive.
My world is filled with seductive romance and erotic sex, whether I experience it through lasting moments of reality or live it in my fantasies.
I had written the story about my Pleasure Cruise that I went on purely for sex. This vacation was not a sex cruise, even though a few opportunities presented themselves since I boarded the ship. It was a seven-day cruise that left out of Miami with stopovers in Grand Cayman, Cozumel, Jamaica, and one more island before heading back to Miami.
When I travel, I often travel alone. I like to be my own kind of girl. Jamaica was the last stop on the cruise. When I stepped off the ship in Jamaica, I wanted four things. I wanted to drink, smoke some good Jamaican weed, dance to music, and find a sexy Jamaican man to fuck.
There were male passengers on the ship that I could have fucked, but something held me back from several opportunities. On day six, the ship was approaching the port of Montego Bay. I was excited to set my feet on the island. Jamaica is my favorite Caribbean Island, and I have good reason to say that.
The stay over started at 10 AM until the last boarding at 8 PM. I had all day to enjoy the island. Little did I know that I would experience everything I wanted. And more.
The weather was beautiful. The sky was dotted with puffy clouds, and a slight breeze cooled my skin as the sun warmed it. When I got ready that morning, I brushed my hair straight down my back. I went without makeup except for eye shadow and lip gloss. I went braless under a sleeveless shirt and wore my daisy dukes without panties. I garnished my feet in a pair of flat, slip-on sandals, and I took my little handbag that strapped over my left shoulder and rested against my right hip to carry my essentials in.
A couple of tour buses sat waiting for people who disembarked. I was looking for something more adventurous and risqué, and the odds were that I wouldn’t find it on a tour bus. I passed by some shops and walked into a few. I saw nothing I liked and continued to walk the streets without a shopping bag in my hand. I passed by a bar and heard music playing inside. I went in for a drink. The friendly bartender poured me a Mia Tia.
I was about to pay for the drink when a tall, good-looking Jamaican man with dreadlocks came out of nowhere like a spider caught me in his web, and told the bartender to put what I was having on his tab.
“Hey, pretty mama, enjoying your stay?” He said as he leaned an elbow on the bar and smiled at me.
“Thanks for the drink, mister, but you didn’t have to do that,” I said as I turned more toward him and watched his eyes steal a glance at my braless T-shirt with my pert nipples making a show of themselves.
“Ah, come on now, you cannot blame me for wanting to buy a pretty lady a drink,” he said, flashing another big white smile at me. His skin was very dark, and his teeth gleamed when he smiled.
“Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” I said with a gentle toss of my hair.
“You are the prettiest woman on the island,” he replied.
“Now I know you are lying,” I giggled.
“No, woman, I am Ramon, the most honest man on this island,” he boasted. He was funny and made me laugh. He was sexy, and I found myself deeply attracted to him.
“Hi Ramon, I’m Beverly. You have quite a sense of humor. Do you live on the island?” I asked, even though he had Jamaica written all over him.
“All my life. I drive a tour van. It is how I make my living.”
“You’re not working today?” I asked.
“Of course, I am, but I don’t have any passengers.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. How much do you charge for a tour?” I asked.
“Are you interested?” He asked and leaned a little closer to me. I got a whiff of his cologne that mixed with his sweat. His scent stimulated my erotic senses.
“Maybe,” I replied, hiding my sudden desire to get closer and breathe his manly scent into my lungs.
“I can show you places on the island where the tour buses never go, and I promise you a good time.”
“You still haven’t told me how much you charge for a tour,” I reminded him.
“This is the good part, mama. If you don’t have a good time you don’t have to pay anything. If you enjoy it, pay me what you want,” he answered with a sexy smile. He seemed friendly enough.
He wore a tan muscle shirt, baggy shorts, and dusty sandals. I weighed the odds and decided to take him up on his offer.
“Sounds good, but I have to be back before 8 PM to board my ship,” I said.
“Okay, pretty mama. I will get you back in plenty of time,” he promised.
We finished our drinks, and Ramon led me outside to his van. It was an old van that needed a paint job. He opened the front passenger door. I was ready to step up into it when he grabbed my mid-section while standing behind me and helped me step up. I liked the feel of his hands, and I thanked him as I strapped myself into the passenger seat.
I glanced behind me while Ramon walked around to the driver’s door. The van had three rows of seating that filled the back. Just as he was getting in, I noticed a freshly rolled joint sitting in the dashboard ashtray.
“What is that?” I asked, pointing to the rolled joint, even though I knew what it was.
“Marijuana. Do you smoke, Beverly?”
“On occasions,” I replied.
“What about this occasion?” Ramon asked as he pulled the joint from the ashtray and slowly ran it under my nose.
“Mmm, it smells so earthy. Will you share some with me?” I asked, feeling a mood to get high.
Ramon, smile at me. Then he put the joint between his lips and lit it. I watched him close his mouth and inhale deeply through his nose. He held it in, then slowly exhaled the smoke in my direction. I inhaled what came from his lungs and captured the sweet scent of his weed. He handed it to me. I took a hit and inhaled deeply. It was potent weed and grabbed my throat on the way down. I closed my mouth and tried not to cough as it burned inside my lungs.
We took several hits after Roman drove us through town. It was strong sativa, but I wasn’t getting high on it, at least not until we reached the outskirts of town. What we were smoking is commonly known as creeper weed, and once it made its way to my head, it hit me like a ton of bricks. It made me gasp. I grabbed his arm as my head began to spin.
“Are you okay, mama?” Ramon looked over and asked.
“FUCK! I’m climbing like a rocket,” I said, looking up at the ceiling in the van, with my head leaning back against the seat.
“I’m sorry,” he laughed, “I should have told you not to take too many hits. This is the most potent weed we have in Jamaica. Just relax. You will be okay.
Ramon was right on all counts. I have never smoked weed as potent as this was. But I did level out and started to enjoy the countryside. I slipped off my sandals, leaned the seat partway back, and put my feet up on the dash.
“Beautiful,” I mumbled as I gazed out the side window at the aqua-blue ocean and the white sandy beach.
“Yes, you are,” I heard Ramon say, and I turned my head to look at him. He was smiling and looking at my body angle as I sat with the seat half-reclined and my feet on the dash.
“I smiled and asked, “Are you flirting with me?”
“A little bit. Do you like to flirt?” Ramon asked as his eyes raised from my bare legs to my eyes.
“Sometimes,” I answered.
“Okay. What would you like to see?” Roman asked.
“Waterfalls. I love waterfalls.”
“That I can do,” he said. A mile down the road, we turned off the pavement to a dirt road that led away from the coast. The road was a seldom-traveled shortcut to the little-known Secret Hole Falls. It was absolutely gorgeous. We left the van and went on foot, looking at it from different angles. Then we walked along a path that led us to a quiet spot above the falls.
Roman led me to a small grassy area just off the path. It was a very private spot, surrounded by bushes and shaded by trees. We sat on the grass, and Ramon took a joint from his T-shirt pocket, pulled his lighter out of his baggy shorts, and lit it. We passed it back and forth, but now I was more careful about how many hits I took.
This time my high was like a magic carpet ride. I lay back and stared up at the canopy of trees above. I saw butterflies fluttering all around. I could hear birds chirping in the trees and the sound of the stream that led to the waterfall not far away. I heard music playing inside my head.
Then I saw Ramon’s face leaning over me with his dreadlocks brushing my neck. “How are you feeling, pretty mama,” he asked.
I stared into his eyes and said, “Like I never want to leave this place.”
“Then you should move here,” he said.
I laughed, but my laugh was cut short when he lowered his head and pressed his soft pillowy lips to mine. My eyes widened, then slowly closed, and I softly moaned as I enjoyed the kiss and kissed him back. His hand ran gently across my shirt-covered breasts as our tongues mingled.
As he leaned over my left arm, my right hand ventured to his baggy shorts, to the giant bulge that tented them. I felt his cock through the soft cotton material of his shorts. It was big, and I felt its warmth seeping through.
Ramon’s hand left my breasts and traveled to the top of my daisy dukes. His hand slipped between my belly and the waistline of my cutoffs, and I shivered as felt his fingers crawl toward my pussy. When his fingers reached my folds, he felt the heat and moisture between them. My legs opened on their own when he began to rub my clit and finger my cunt.
I reached inside his shorts and wrapped my hand around his long shaft. He moaned as he felt my fingers tighten and pull on his thickening cock. We lay on the grass, kissed, and masturbated each other to the point that we had to fuck.
We undressed each other. My shirt came off first. When Ramon got his first look at my naked white breasts, he made me lay back. He made me lay still while he massaged my breasts and captured my nipples with his lips and used his tongue to run wet circles around my shriveled areolas. I liked it so much that I arched my chest, grabbed the sides of his head, and guided his lips back and forth across my creamy tits from one nipple to the other.
Then we got completely naked, which is the proper way to fuck outdoors. I stayed on my back, and Ramon settled between my legs. He smiled down at me as he rubbed his cock against my sopping gash. Then he entered me. My eyes widened, and I gasped as I felt his bulbous cockhead penetrate my pussy.
“Are you okay?” Ramon stopped and asked when he saw my wide-eyed reaction.
“Yes, I’m just not used to how thick you are,” I answered as I lightly ran my fingers through his dreadlocks.
“A lot of women complain about how big my dick is. They say, oh, Ramon, it hurts! Take it out, please!” He said with smiling lips as he looked down at me.
“Well, don’t worry about me complaining. I have a one-size-fits-all pussy,” I laughed.
“Mmm, sexy mama, you got a tight pussy,” he moaned as he slowly eased his cock deeper.
Instead of sounding like the other women he had fucked, my only complaint was that he wasn’t giving it to me fast enough. Ramon was on top of me. He fucked me at his own speed. We fucked slow and easy while we kissed and let our hands roam everywhere. When our passion called for more, we fucked harder, and our bodies began to sweat.
Ramon turned me over and fucked me from behind. He rammed my pussy hard and fast, using the entire length of his cock. I orgasmed three times before he filled my pussy with his seed.
The moment couldn’t have been more perfect. We fucked on a bed of soft green grass, with my back against the earth and a hot black cock drilling my cunt. It was a great fuck surrounded by beautiful naturistic surroundings. For a moment, I thought I died and gone to heaven, but Ramon awakened me from my dreamland and told me to get dressed, that he had more to show me. I had nothing to wipe my pussy with, so I left it messy and got dressed.
It took us fifteen minutes of walking time to get back to Ramon’s van. When we got inside, we kissed. “I wish I could stay longer, but I have to get back to the ship,” I said after our lips parted.
“Damn, pretty mama,” I will miss you,” he said, and our lips meshed again.
On the drive back to the ship, I kept thinking back on the sex we had. I was getting horny all over again. I started to tease Ramon by reaching my hand across the seats and rubbing his crotch.
“Hey, sexy woman! You want more of this?” Ramon said and smiled at me.
“Yes, I’ll be on the ship tonight, sailing away…far away from here. I might never see you again, and you are the best damn fuck I’ve had since I can’t remember when. We don’t have much time. Would you let me suck your cock the rest of the way there?”
Ramon looked somewhat stunned by how I came across, then he smiled and said, “Go for it, mama!”
I unfastened my seat belt and knelt in the space between the seats. He lifted his ass and tugged his shorts down to his knees. He moved the seat back to make room for my head between him and the wheel.
I looked at that big, beautiful black cock sleeping between his legs. I cradled his limp cock in my hand and gently stroked it, coaxing it to wake up and show me some life. I sucked his cock, and it was my mouth that brought it back to life. I hummed on his cock and made it grow. I stroked it and felt it jerk in my hand when I licked his balls.
The taste of our sex was gone, and the sweet raw taste of his hard dick heightened my appetite. I sucked him harder and deeper and bobbed my head faster as my hunger grew for his cum. I sounded a delicious moan every time I took his cock to the edge of my throat. Ramon was moaning more often as his cock began to throb. I knew he was edging. He was trying to hold it back for the ultimate spurt, as many men do.
I stopped long enough to whisper, “I want you to cum in my mouth, Ramon. I want to taste you,”
Ramon looked down at me and quickly replied, “I am down with that, baby!”
I took him back into my mouth, and seconds later, his balls erupted, and thick delicious globs of semen gushed into my mouth. I shook and moaned like a hungry cum-loving whore as he fed it to me.
“Yes, mama! Enjoy it!” Ramon said when he heard my gluttonous moans. He felt me squishing his cum around his cock while I still had him in my mouth. I then pulled his cock from my mouth and swallowed his cum.
I sat back in my seat and watched Ramon struggling to steer the van and pull up his shorts. Ramon looked over at me and smiled his approval. Then he said, “Yeah, you are sexy, mama! And you know you are.”
“Thank you, Ramon. Promise me something.”
“Anything, sweet mama.”
“When we get to the ship, I will give you my e-mail address. Write to me.”
“I will,” he promised.
It had been a couple of months since that day, and I am still waiting to hear from him. He must have lost my address, but I will be revisiting Jamaica soon, and with any luck, I might run into him again.
The End…Maybe
