Stepping out of the taxi and onto the verdant grounds of the Beach View hotel in Payne's Bay

on the
beautiful west coast of Barbados, all of Jon's senses seemed to sit up and take notice. The sounds of
early George Benson music danced in the background, the bright flower in the concierge's hair
demanded his attention, and the familiar scent of the sea brought back a thousand memories of her.

It had been six months since he'd been there last. Six long months during which she had co-starred in
his every masturbatory fantasy. Six months of his cock throbbing to be properly introduced to that
sexy, voluptuous, black vixen. He grinned as he recalled their first (and only) meeting.

He'd been sitting at the cozy guest bar overlooking the sea, savoring his final Mount Gay Eclipse rum
and coke mix, when she'd walked in with a small group that seemed to be returning from a tour. He'd
admired the way the wind flirted with her sundress, causing it to blow against her body, outlining her
curves and seeming to caress her bare legs. Their eyes met as she approached and Jon felt as if
chemistry was created immediately, like elements in the very fiber of their beings had combined to
form an undeniable force that would always exist. She gave him a big smile as she asked if the seat
beside him was free and proceeded to sit, placing her sling bag on the arm, and adjusting herself to sit
on the high stool, crossing her legs as she made herself comfortable. Jon immediately felt a stirring in
his groin as his eyes wandered to her bared thighs and he licked his lips as he restrained himself from
reaching out and placing his hand on her smooth, shiny skin.

They started to chat as she sipped on a fruit punch and she mentioned that the group had just
returned from a catamaran cruise. Everyone seemed in high spirits and they chatted easily for some
minutes during which Jon learnt her name and that she was actually a local. Whilst only a few other
facts were gleaned then, the sound of her voice, her easy laugh, the brightness of her eyes and the
way she carried herself told him all that he needed to know. Were it not for his late evening flight back
to Missouri, Jon would've made every effort to get to know the Caribbean beauty better. He cursed his
luck as he excused himself when a porter approached with the message that his taxi to the airport had
arrived.

Adrielly, meaning "of the sea", now occupied his every thought as he returned to this island paradise.
Would he see her again? The odds of that happening seemed impossible, yet the chemistry still pulsing
through his veins led to complete optimism. He knew she was a local, knew she loved to be on the
water, and that she would spoil herself with a long weekend at Beach View every year for her birthday.
Jon would have to seek her out, and knew that he had the skill and persistence to find her if she were
anywhere on the island. He had only just planted his feet on the ground when a flood of memories
poured over him. He walked towards the check-in desk, knowing that his quest to find her had
officially begun.

Within fifteen minutes, Jon was standing on the balcony of his room looking out at the beautiful blue
Caribbean Sea and clear skies. He felt a powerful surge entering his veins as he breathed in deeply,
filling his lungs with the fresh sea air and scents of the tropical garden, and felt the island atmosphere
taking over his body. He sipped an ice-cold Banks Beer as his mind formulated the semblance of a
plan.

Jon recalled that Adrielly was divorced, a mother of two grown children, and had the articulate voice of
a well traveled woman. She was of average height with a full figured body shape that perfectly
matched the glow on her face. It was as if her image was comprised of a hundred parts, each
imperfect, but together equating to natural beauty in its purest form. She radiated a gorgeous vibe
that was magnetic to Jon. Would that same pull lead him to her now?

For months, just getting back to the island seemed to be the only step necessary. Now that he was
here, it was time to make the most of it, and it would require some delicate maneuvering. Knowing
that Barbados, like many of the smaller island communities, was very tight knit with few secrets, Jon
was certain that someone at the hotel might know his mystery lady. He would need to be careful and
not attract suspicion as he conducted his search. But first, he needed to eat.

He ordered a salad topped with shrimp, crab and spicy local fish, and a four-pack of Banks beer. As
the hotel attendant brought the cart into his room, Jon looked at the woman's name tag and had an
idea.

"Hi, Pasta lady, thank you for bringing the food, it smells delicious."

"You're most welcome, sir. Welcome to our beautiful island where dreams become reality. I hope that
you enjoy your meal, and your stay. If there is anything we can do to make your experience more
enjoyable, don't hesitate to ask."

Jon motioned for her to set the meal up at the table on his patio, where he laid out 100 Barbados
dollars.

"Well, there is one thing. I was here several months ago, and there was a guest staying here. I believe
she lives on the island. She did me a great favor back then and I'd really like to make contact with her
to say thank you properly. Her name is Adrielly. Can you advise me on how I might go about finding
her?" Jon kept his face open and hopeful as he made this spiel.

Pasta lady looked away awkwardly, obviously caught off guard by the request.

"Sir, I don't know, we don't share information on our guests. However, I can ask my friend at the front
desk. What does the woman look like?"

"She was about 5 feet 5 inches tall, full figured, with a beautiful smile and bright, gorgeous eyes. She
mentioned that she lives in St Philip and treats herself to a weekend here at the Beach View every
year around her birthday. She would have been here last October. Her name is Adrielly and she loves
to be on the water, and always takes the catamaran cruise through the hotel."

Pasta lady's eyes widened, and a smile emerged. Jon glanced down at the generous tip, and she knew
that he was open-handedly asking for her help.

"Thank you, sir. I'll let you know what I find out."

She then pushed the food cart out the door and Jon leaned back, staring at the feast before him with
a big smile. It felt like he was one step closer to feeling her presence again.

The next morning, Jon awoke invigorated after a night of sweet release as he jerked himself off to
images of Adrielly down on her knees, thick lips wrapped around his cock as he watched her huge,
tight ass bobbing in the air, hands wrapped in her hair as he groaned his pleasure into her mouth and
watched his spunk dripping down onto her juicy tits. He jumped into his running gear and went for a
40-minute run before the morning sun made it too warm and uncomfortable. Ending at the beach, he
stretched and allowed his heart rate to return to normal. He removed his shirt, shoes and socks, and
walked into the ocean, letting the cool water caress him, before taking a lazy swim out and then
floating on his back. Jon felt like a Greek deity, powerful, indulged, and owner of all he surveyed..
Damn, it felt so fucking GOOD to be back in Barbados!
Jon easily whiled away the better part of an hour enjoying the calm sea before crossing the road back
to his hotel. After eating a breakfast of fresh fruit, he returned to his room where he showered and
sprawled on the king-sized bed, naked, hypnotized by the whir of the overhead fan. He was drifting
into the sweetest daydream where Adrielly was leaning over admiring his prone body as she trailed a
bright red flower down his chest, circling his nipples, lightly brushing against his stomach as he held
his breath, slowly teasing around his hardening genitals; when the phone rang, jolting him upright. He
fisted his pulsing cock as he answered.

"Hello Sir, this is Pasta lady, from food service. I think I know who the woman is that you are seeking.
I can't give you her address; I could get fired for that. But I can give you her phone number. It's xxx-
xxxx. Please don't mention where you received the number, Sir."

Jon hung up the phone, lay back, and felt his heart rate quicken. Could it really be this easy? Would he
recognize her voice over the phone? Would he adequately be able to describe their one and only
meeting? Would she even remember him? Would this turn out to be a big mistake? There was only one
way to find out, so he picked up the hotel phone and dialed the number.

The phone rang four times, and Jon was beginning to feel that the disappointing sensation of a voice
mail introduction was imminent; when suddenly, a voice answered. It was a woman's voice, hesitant,
as if she wasn't sure if she should have picked up or let the call go to voice mail.

"Hello," she said tentatively.

"Hello. Hi, am, I'm trying to locate ... is this Adrielly?"

"Yes this is Adrielly, who is this please?"

"Hi Adrielly. My name is Jon Holl, from Kansas. I was here in Barbados last October, and we met at the
Beach View hotel. We spoke briefly. You had just returned from a catamaran cruise. I'm sure you
probably don't remember ..." Jon's voice trailed off, he felt like such an idiot. What the hell, she'd
probably think he was some sort of psycho.

People often speak of a minute passing as if it's not long at all. In fact, sixty seconds could feel like an
eternity when waiting for a response. Thirty seconds felt like a millennium had passed. That's almost
how long it took for the voice at the other end to respond. Jon could hear the same music playing in
the background so he knew she was still on the line.

"Ummmm, yes, Jon, of course, ahh . . . "

Again, a long pause, but he could hear her breathing.

"I didn't think I'd ever speak with you again," she said, emitting a slight laugh.

That one statement meant so much to Jon. She did remember him. Maybe she felt the same pull. And
she had wanted to speak with him again. He breathed a deep sigh of relief. They talked for several
minutes, about their last meeting, his work, travels, and beautiful Barbados. Eventually they both
could feel that they'd arrived at that awkward place, where someone had to answer the question
"what now?" Jon coughed, and taking a deep breath, reminded himself of the old adage 'nothing
ventured, nothing gained.'

"Umm, listen. I'm only here for a few days and I've been dreaming of taking a catamaran cruise since
our meeting and your glowing recommendation. I checked and there is a sunset cruise today from
3:30 - 7:00pm. I sincerely hope I am not being too forward, and I don't know your schedule, but you
did say last time that you were sorry you could not show me your island. Would you consider being my
guest? My treat ... and no strings attached. In fact, please bring along a friend if it would make you
feel more comfortable."

"Wow, Jon, this is unexpected. I don't know ... I'm not sure if I . . . ," the words seemed to struggle
out of Adrielly. She paused again, and then said: "You know what, 'carpe diem'. I would like that very
much, and I'm not worried, you don't scare me so a buffer won't be necessary. Plus, what could you
possibly do on a catamaran full of people," she ended on a laugh.

"Well that's great. I look forward to seeing you later. Should I arrange a taxi for you?

"Thanks, but that won't be necessary. I can drive down to the hotel and and meet you. Is that ok?"

"Yes, of course. See you soon", said Jon. He put down the phone with a big smile on his face. Yess!!
He laughed aloud as he fisted the air, this was so on!

The time from then until they would meet was a blur. Jon tried to read, tried to find some sight-seeing
trips that looked interesting, logged on and tried to answer some work emails, thought about booking
a driving tour, tried to walk off his anxiety, but nothing would hold back his aching for Adrielly. He
vaguely remembered dialing housekeeping at some point to ask for Pasta lady and thank her. He
wondered how he'd get through the hours until their meeting.

At 1 o'clock Jon was in his room getting ready for one of the biggest moments of his life. He showered,
shaved, and stood in front of the mirror, sizing himself up for the meeting he'd longed for over the
past six months. He was fit, lean, and looked to be at the top of his game for someone in his late
forties. He sprayed a bit of Mont Blanc Legend Spirit cologne across his chest, then pulled on some
khaki shorts and a light blue, soft cotton button up shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His
brown Oakley sunglasses were perched on his head. He triple checked his bag to ensure that he had a
change of clothes, towel and adequate sunscreen. Nerves were quivering inside his tummy but he
gave himself a pep talk in the mirror as he vowed to be on his A game.

Jon idly looked at paintings in the lobby as he waited for Adrielly to arrive. He tried to play it cool but
his palms were cold. He kept peeking at the car park and his heart lurched as he saw her get out of
her car and go into the back to remove her tote bag. He strode towards her confidently, calling her
name.

"Hi Adrielly, it is so nice to see you again, you look very nice."

He leaned forward to give her a polite kiss on her cheek. Her scent wafted over him when he was up
close, just enough for him to want another whiff before he pulled away. It would forever be attached
to his memories and thoughts of her. Something soft, with hints of vanilla, yet sweet and sugary at the
same time, making him want to draw her close and lick her. He straightened and took a step back,
trying to control the impulse.

If anything, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. He felt himself flushing as he gestured
for her to walk ahead of him, and they took a seat in the lobby to await the tour bus. Conversation
flowed easily and too soon the driver was announcing that the bus was ready. It was just a 15 minute
ride to the dock and Jon relished the feeling of his leg pressed against Adrielly's thighs and the way
their complexions complemented each other, like ebony and ivory.
They joined the line to board, removing their shoes as requested before stepping onto the catamaran
and finding a seat together. Jon sat close to Adrielly feeling like a million bucks as the crew went
through the safety routine and then a collective scream from the large, almost all white crowd rent the
air as the catamaran maneuvered out of the Shallow Draught and the captain invited them to toss
their cares overboard, strip down to their skivvies, oil up, raid the free bar and get ready to party,
island style.

Adrielly jumped up clapping and laughing as she stood in front of Jon and began to slowly ease the
buttons on her flowery shorts open, hips swaying to the music pulsing over the system as the ship
picked up speed.

"Are you ready for this white boy?" She asked as those shorts dropped down her toned legs and she
turned around and reached to pull off her loose white tee-shirt.

Jon took big gulps of his rum punch as he took in the bounty being revealed. His eyes roamed over
the most perfectly formed, big, tight, round, black ass, encased in a bright yellow string bikini. He
drank in that ass all the way up to an inverted waistline with a deep, deep arch and a smooth back
decorated with a thin yellow string and bowtie. Jon quickly pressed the cold cup between his legs,
begging his cock to behave.

Turning back around, Adrielly reached beside him and drew a flowery scarf from her bag, wrapping it
around her waist. Looking at Jon, she grabbed him by the hand, saying: "I hope you are wearing your
shorts under there, you are the only one not getting ready for this party."

Jon looked around. She was right. En masse most people seemed to have stripped down to swimwear
and were either at the busy bar where three crew members were gyrating and singing as they took
orders and whipped up the crowd, or were already sipping drinks, slathering on sun tan lotion and
taking up various positions around the catamaran. Some were lying up front trying to catch the
afternoon rays, whilst others joined in a dance party trying to copy the moves of the enthusiastic
crew. Jon noticed that there were less than a handful of black women on board and that many of the
men were surreptitiously checking out Adrielly as she gyrated to the rhythms.

Quickly stripping down to his Speedos, he put his clothes and sunglasses into his bag and placed it in
the designated hold. He thought he saw Adrielly checking his butt out so he flexed a bit as he joined
her, holding onto the same rope and copying her moves. He was in heaven as Adrielly turned around
and ground that perfect ass into him, singing along to the lyrics of local calypso diva Allison Hinds. "I
want a man come and ride me rhythm, I want him to ride." Jon could feel the blood and alcohol
pulsing in him as his hands held onto her waist and they jammed to the hypnotic beats of calypso and
soca. There was no way she could not feel how hard his cock was trapped against his tummy by his
tight Speedo as they moved in sync. All around him everyone was dancing, waving and trying to sing
the hook lines as the crew passed around trays of drinks and water, reminding them to stay hydrated,
and stopping every so often to go into an impromptu dance with a grateful tourist.

Too soon they dropped anchor and the captain announced it was time to take a swim or just relax
whilst the crew set up for lunch. Joining the others, Jon and Adrielly grabbed life vests and snorkel
gear and entered the water. He followed her as she swam towards the shore, and they removed their
gear, placing it on the sand before stepping back into the shallow water, just relaxing and talking. Jon
reached out for Adrielly's hand, and they stayed together by interlocking their fingers. The noise from
the boat was muted as they kept their heads just above water. The peaceful silence together truly
made the moment private for them. They could feel their chemistry growing stronger.
They learnt much more about each other, and Jon revealed that he had felt a spark on their first
meeting and was hopeful that if Adrielly was so inclined, they could spend more time together as he
was only on the island for five days, and that she was a big part of his reason for returning. She
admitted that she had also felt it and that she could make herself available for the next few days to
spend some time with him. Laughing, they swam back to the boat and enjoyed a leisurely Bajan buffet
lunch.

Now filled, Jon and Adrielly stretched out beside each other as the crew pulled up anchor and they
started their return voyage at a much slower clip, admiring the orange and red hues as the sun
started to set. Jon noticed how Adrielly would occasionally tilt her head back, embracing the feel of the
wind against her body, the smell of the salty air, and the sensation of cool water whipping against her
skin. There were moments when she and Jon would touch, innocent to the onlooker, but clearly
meaning much more to the two of them.

The light strains of classic reggae filled the air as tourists gazed in awe and took pictures of the
gorgeous Caribbean sunset. Jon took Adrielly's hand, and they joined a few other couples on deck
swaying to a classic Ziggy Marley tune, 'Tomorrow People'. It had a slow, melodic beat, and it allowed
both of them to find their own groove. As if to give respect to the master, the DJ moved right into
'Could You Be Loved', by Bob Marley. Adrielly turned her back to Jon, and with a wink, invited him with
her eyes to snuggle even closer to her. He fit perfectly against her ass and with his hands wrapped
around her, they moved in sync to a medley of reggae hits, having the time of their lives.

The party once more heated up as they neared the docks. They had no intention of sitting down, and
when Sasha's 'Dat Sexy Body' started to play, they were transformed into lovers who were oblivious to
the other guests on that boat. As the track ended, Adrielly laughed and hugged Jon close, both feeling
their mutual attraction growing. Everyone groaned as the ship pulled into port and the captain gave
his farewell speech. The catamaran ride was so much more than he'd hoped it would be and Jon did
not want the evening to end.

On the return bus journey he and Adrielly held hands and he whispered that the day had been
heavenly and he was not ready to let her go. He asked her to consider hanging with him for a bit
longer and having an early dinner.

Adrielly tried to appear indifferent to the invitation, and shrugging, said: "Sure, why not, I'm having a
good time, and I need to let this alcohol wear off a bit before driving home."

They disembarked and Jon invited her back to his room to freshen up. Moments later they were inside
his room, staring into each other's eyes. Jon couldn't wait any longer, and moved in for a long, wet
kiss. Their tongues glided across each other's lips, as their kisses became more intense. They
undressed in a frenzy and were quickly down to just their swimwear. Adrielly pulled away asking Jon if
she could take a shower to freshen up and like a perfect gentleman, he said that it was fine, as long
as he could join her. They resumed their kissing and touching under the shower, removing their final
bits of clothing as the water poured over their hair and bodies.

Jon was pleasantly surprised as Adrielly filled her hands with bath gel and started rubbing it over his
chest and shoulders, playing with his tiny nipples before moving down his stomach and across his
back. He leaned against the bathroom wall and closed his eyes, giving her full access to his body and
relishing the feel of her hands soaping his arms and legs, around to his back, and then, finally, over
his ass and around his pubic area, teasing as she carefully avoided his fully erect cock, instead
massaging the sparse pubic hair at the top of his genitals with one hand whilst rubbing the crease
between his legs and balls with the other. He opened his eyes on a long moan as he sensed her
watching him.

He looked into her eyes and the look she was giving him was so intense and hungry that it was a
wonder he did not sink to the ground as his knees buckled.

"Go ahead, touch me," he told her, holding her gaze. "You said earlier that you had never made love to
a white man and that it was a long unfulfilled fantasy. 'Carpe Diem'. Take what you want, it's just us
here and no one ever has to know."

Adrielly's lips parted, and Jon was sure that he would spill his seed right then as she drew raggedy
breaths and her hand moved to slowly grab hold of his cock, spreading soap all around even as the
water washed it away instantly. Her other hand was stroking and pulling his balls agonizingly slowly
and he could not control the moans dropping from his lips. His ass clenched repeatedly as he fucked
her hand. Still Jon was totally unprepared as Adrielly suddenly dropped to her knees on the tiles and
engulfed him in one swallow. He keened as her greedy mouth swallowed his entire cock and she
started to savagely suck him in and out, head hitting her throat, tongue lashing out underneath to lick
at his balls each time she came in. It would have taken a much stronger man than Jon to last out
under such an assault and he grabbed her hair as he let loose an unmanly squeal and barely managed
to pull her head back before unleashing a torrent of cum over her face and chest as he slid to the
ground.

The water quickly washed his seed away as he pulled her in for a quick kiss before grabbing the bath
gel and wasting no time soaping her body and pulling her up to rinse off, then grabbing a thick, fluffy
towel and wrapping it around her. Lifting her slightly off her feet, he rushed into the bedroom and
threw her on the bed, whipping the towel away.

"Your turn." Jon said, as he rolled her onto her back and lay gently on top of her, kissing her breasts
and rubbing his lips over her hard nipples. He reveled in her sharp cries as he hungrily sucked her
right nipple into his mouth. Never looking away from her beautiful eyes, Jon sucked, bit and licked her
nipples until Adrielly was whipped writhing and moaning in a frenzy. Adrielly laid back, pillows under
her head as she arched her back and watched him making love to her. His kisses trailed down her
tummy, on a direct route to her pussy. Her skin was soaked with her warm juices, and Jon eagerly
lapped and kissed her sopping wet pussy, enjoying the sweet taste of this Nubian queen. Placing his
hands to cup that perfect ass, Jon lifted her hips and sucked her clit into his mouth, alternately
sucking hard and tracing circles over her clit with the tip of his tongue. He reached up to hold each
nipple between a thumb and index finger, pulling hard on them. Adrielly's mouth was open and
gasping as she squirmed uncontrollably. Jon could feel her pussy clenching as he rubbed his chin on
her cunt and gave full attention to that clit. It didn't take long for her first orgasm to explode, and her
warm juices flowed into Jon's mouth and over his chin.

Jon leisurely licked up her essences, enjoying the way her stomach heaved and dipped as her body
started to relax, but he was not nearly finished pleasuring her with his tongue. Holding her waist, he
lifted her and flipped her over onto her tummy as she squealed his name. Jon wasted no time.
Spreading her ass cheeks, his tongue followed that superb ass, starting at the top of her crack which
was wet and musky from her juices, and tracing a line straight down to her sexy little asshole. When
he reached it, his tongue ravaged her hole, and his moans indicated how much he loved her taste.

"Oh god, oh god, oh good god," Adrielly panted as she pushed her ass back into his face, kneeling on
all fours, back arched to give him better access. Jon's cock was drooling pre-cum as Adrielly's mouth
dropped expletives and she bucked harder against his face as his tongue lovingly licked and teased
her tight asshole.

Screaming, she cried out: "Jon, fuck, Jon, fuccckkkk, Jon, oh merciful lord, I'm bursting, I'm cumming,
I'm fucking bursting. Jonnnnnn!!"

Rising quickly, Jon pulled her ass cheeks further apart as he kneeled behind her and lined up his cock
with her quavering cunt. He rammed into her hard and fast, their bodies slapping loudly into each
other. The sound of his hard cock pumping into her and making squishing sounds drove Adrielly even
wilder and she fucked back against Jon as she was filled with erotic pleasure. He reached forward and
grabbed her hair, careful not to pull too hard as he fucked her like a wild man, declaring that her
sweet pussy and ass belonged to his white dick, telling her how fucking sexy the sight of his cock
looked going into her body, how much he loved her tight black cunt and sexy ass. Adrielly didn't
object. In fact, the more he growled out his desire the crazier she seemed to become, emitting tiny
screams and beginning to tremble all over as Jon fucked her so wildly and hard that she felt as if she
was in one prolonged orgasmic fervour, or was that several small orgasms rolling over her like the
waves crashing continuously on the shore. Who gave a fuck, this felt so good that she never wanted it
to end. Jon's moans grew louder and faster, and Adrielly felt his cock growing and getting even harder,
if that was possible, and she knew that he was building to his climax. He grabbed her hips and drove
his cock even deeper inside her as he exploded and dumped huge gobs of cum deep inside her pussy.

They collapsed onto each other after, Jon cuddling her stomach to his face and placing lazy kisses
there as they caught their breath. After a long while, he pulled her up and they faced each other. Jon
tenderly brushed wet strands of hair back from her face as he lightly kissed her forehead and lips.

"So how about it, M, will you please spend the week with me?"

"I'm surprised you feel the need to ask," she said. "There is so much more of Barbados that you have
not experienced. This was just an appetizer."

Slapping her ass, Jon laughed happily as he said:

"I can't wait to see what else you have in store for me."