Cyn's Resort Ch. 02

CHAPTER TWO

That was two months ago, and now, they were finally here. It hadn't been easy. They'd left their home in a small town just outside Seattle in the early morning during a heavy rain, only to find it had turned to near-blizzard conditions by the time they were due to switch planes at Chicago's O'Hare airport. The weather had caused numerous delays, including their direct flight to the quaintly named 'Ian Fleming International Airport' in Ochos Rios. They'd been scheduled to arrive in the middle of the afternoon, but with the delays, they'd finally arrived in the late evening.

When they'd collected their bags and left the airport, even though it was late at night, Cynthia savored the feeling of the warm tropical air moving like silk over her skin. The soft caress of that warm breeze felt like heaven after months of the chilly dampness of Washington State. Anticipating the change, Cynthia had dressed in layers for the journey, warm enough for travel to the airport and on the plane, but easy enough to slip out of after they'd arrived. Once they'd landed in Jamaica, she'd used the facilities in the airport washroom, and then slipped off her sweater and the tights she'd been wearing beneath her skirt. Now, she was ready for those blissfully warm tropical temperatures.

After Jim had told her about their planned trip, they'd gone on many shopping trips, for everything from swimwear to footwear, with numerous visits to the lingerie store. Cynthia couldn't wait to wear some of her new outfits, many of which she never thought in a million years she'd wear in public. But Jim convinced her how beautiful she looked in all of them, even the risqué items that she thought would only suit women much younger. As he encouraged her to try on some things she'd only dreamt of, Jim said that, if he was able, he'd be hard as a rock every time he looked at her in those outfits. That was all it took for her to agree to let him swipe his credit card through at the checkout. The number of purchases mounted, and she was hard-pressed to fit them into her suitcase. Jim had insisted that she take all of them, which resulted in him happily leaving a number of his things behind in order for some of Cynthia's sexy items to take up close to half of his luggage allotment.

And now, without her heavy sweater and tights, she felt like she belonged. Her lush curvy body was clad simply and tastefully. From her new purchases, she'd chosen a short white denim skirt, which hugged her bountiful rear end. Her full thighs caused the front hem to stretch taut across them as it narrowed and ended about halfway down to her dimpled knees. It was definitely much shorter than any skirt she'd normally wear, but Jim thought it looked great and insisted they buy it. She'd paired the brilliant white skirt with a powder-blue sleeveless turtleneck, with vertical ribs that flowed in and out enticingly around the sumptuous swells of her massive breasts. She knew she looked good in any color of blue, which brought out the ocean-like hue of her warm eyes. The light blue color and the projecting shelf of her tits caused a noticeable shadow to fall on her midsection, an eye-catching phenomenon that she'd been used to for years, and never ceased to draw male attention.

Once off the plane, she'd slipped into flat white sandals, a perfect march for her casual attire. After coming out of the washroom after changing, it didn't take long for her to notice the number of gazes directed her way, from both men and women. It made her smile inside to see how many men were sneaking glances at her voluminous breasts, teasingly displayed in the tightly-stretched turtleneck. It made her happy that Jim had insisted she allow him to buy her clothes like that. Clothes that she knew she looked good in, and she hoped the black men at the resort would like as well.

Cynthia never felt happier than when they boarded the designated shuttle bus to take them to the resort, along with a few other couples, who, she noticed, were generally in the same age group as she and Jim. Although the shuttle bus from the airport was only about a half hour ride, Cynthia was nearly done in by the time those headlights finally lit up the entry to the resort, with the time now well after 11:00pm.

Just as the various couples were about to depart the bus, an attractive red-haired woman about Cynthia's age tapped her on the arm as they were getting out of their seats.

"Is this your first time here?" the woman asked, an inviting smile on her face.

"Yes, it is. You've been here before?"

"Yes, this is our eighth time." She gave Cynthia a conspiratorial wink as they filed off the bus. "You're going to love it."

"I hope so. We're celebrating our 25^th anniversary. My husband organized all this for me."

"My husband did the same for me the first time. We were here for our 25^th two years ago. We just love it. I'd never go anywhere else." The woman paused and dropped her eyes, staring blatantly at the impressive thrust of Cynthia's spectacular tits, and then she slowly let her eyes roam down over the rest of Cynthia's shapely body. "Yes, with a set of tits like that, and a body like yours, trust me, sweetheart, you are definitely going to be very popular here."

Cynthia couldn't help but blush, but the woman's words, and the way she hadn't tried to hide her gaze as she'd looked Cynthia up and down, had sent another jolt to her already creamy twat. She could feel her nipples stiffen as the woman's gaze lingered over the front of her tight top, causing little shadows to appear beneath the stiffening buds. She was busy trying to compose herself when the woman looked back up at her face and stuck out her hand. Cynthia noticed the expensive-looking sapphire and diamond ring on one of the woman's slender fingers. "I'm June, by the way, and that's Robert." The woman gestured to her husband, who, like Jim, was helping to identify their bags as the bus driver unloaded the luggage.

Cynthia reached out and shook the woman's hand. The woman was about the same height as Cynthia, about 5'-6" or 5'-7", and had a curvy build as well. Cynthia's practised gaze catalogued June as about a D-cup, with a round backside to match. She imagined that if what June had said about Cynthia's build was true, June was likely to be pretty popular here herself. The woman's tits and ass would have most men of any age drooling. As the woman firmly shook her hand, it brought Cynthia back to the present. "Oh, sorry. I'm Cynthia, but most of my friends call me Cyn, and my husband's name is Jim."

June looked at Cynthia with a devilish twinkle in her eye. "Cyn, eh? That seems like an appropriate name to have in a place like this. It is okay if I call you Cyn too, isn't it?" Her words made Cynthia blush as she nodded.

Seeing that the women had introduced themselves, the husbands did the same. The porters started rolling their luggage toward the open lobby's front desk as the two husbands turned to rejoin their wives.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you, Cyn, and I'm sure we'll see you around," June said before leaning in and speaking quietly into Cynthia's ear. "Make sure you ask for Dontae at some point during the week. Trust me, you won't regret it." She drew back and gave Cynthia a naughty wink before slipping her hand through her husband's arm and making their way towards the front desk.

"What was that all about?" Jim asked as he took Cynthia's arm as well.

"Oh nothing, just wishing us a good time," Cynthia quickly replied, wondering who Dontae was. That intriguing look in June's eyes had caused another needy twinge in her pussy and, despite herself, she could feel herself getting wet down there. She was tuckered out and couldn't wait to get to their room and get some sleep, but not before Jim's tongue helped take care of wetness down there for her.

The spacious high-ceilinged lobby had its lights dimmed at this time of night, but Cynthia could see how luxuriously it was decorated. Gleaming marble floors picked up inviting diamond-like twinkles of light as they approached the opulent front desk. The subdued, subtle lighting gave the place a very comforting feeling. June and Robert were being checked in by one gentlemen at the desk, while another young black man smiled and beckoned them to come to his station further down the counter.

"Welcome to Toros Infinitos. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Hunter?"

"Yes, that's us," Jim replied.

"I'm sorry that your plane was delayed. Fortunately, you won't experience any of those nasty snowstorms here in Jamaica."

When they'd walked up to his station, Cynthia had noticed the young man's eyes raking over her chest. Even though she was used to that kind of thing, having some idea of what this place was all about gave her an erotic sensation that she very much liked.

Cynthia smiled to herself as she listened to the desk clerk speak. He definitely had a typical Jamaican accent, but he spoke as if he'd had some formal education or additional training, especially when it came to conversing with customers. But then she realized maybe she'd just watched too many movies, heard too many stereotypical Jamaican accents that Hollywood pumped out. She cursed herself, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Still, she thought his accent was cute, and it made her feel welcome, welcome to the pleasures of his home country. She thought about all those dreams she'd had over the last few years, and especially over the last two months. Yes...she hoped to sample as many of the pleasures his country had to offer as she could.

She stepped away as Jim brought out his credit card and continued checking in. She tried to look out past the lobby onto the grounds, but it was too dark to see much. She took a few steps forward and looked around, seeing numerous lights on the various buildings in the complex, with moonlight catching her eye as it glinted off water in what she surmised was one of the many swimming pools she'd been told were on the grounds.

"Lamont." Cynthia turned as the clerk called out a name. One of the porters appeared from across the darkened lobby and approached the desk. While the man at the desk had been wearing a cream-colored suit with a white shirt and tie, the porter was dressed in a white golf shirt tucked into trim-fitting khaki shorts. A pair of white tennis shoes and white ankle socks completed his ensemble. His black skin seemed to glisten under the subdued light, and looked provocatively bold as it contrasted with his light-colored ensemble. Even from a distance, it didn't take long for Cynthia's gaze to rest on the front of the porter's beige khaki shorts. She could see that the fit of the shorts was fairly snug, and she wasn't surprised why--the young man seemed to be carrying quite a sizable package beneath the cream-colored fabric. Just looking at that substantial bulge was making her pussy cream as well.

"Lamont, please see Mr. and Mrs. Hunter to their room please. They're in Ocean Breeze, room 304," the clerk said as he handed Lamont a pair of room key cards.

"Oh, one other thing," Cynthia heard Jim say as he leaned over the counter and spoke quietly to the desk clerk. She had no idea what Jim was saying, but the clerk listened intently as Jim spoke, and then a soft smile came over his face.

"That will be no problem at all, sir," the young man said as Jim stepped back. By this time Lamont had gathered their luggage and moved it onto one of the resort's golf carts that was fitted out to look like an antique car. It was the perfect thing for getting customers wherever they wanted to go on the resort.

"Lamont, can I speak to you for a moment, please?" the clerk said before turning to Cynthia and Jim. "Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, please take a seat in the back and Lamont will have you at your room in no time. Enjoy your stay and don't hesitate to call if there's anything, anything at all, that we can do for either one of you."

Jim helped Cynthia into the little bench seat of the golf cart as the clerk pulled Lamont to the side and spoke to him privately. Cynthia wondered what was going on, especially partway through the conversation when Lamont quickly glanced in her direction for a second or two, his gaze lingering on her sizable chest. Lamont didn't bother looking away while the clerk continued speaking, letting his young eyes feast on Cynthia's notable attributes. Again, she got that tingling feeling deep between her legs, and she liked it. Finally, Lamont nodded in agreement as the clerk finished speaking, tapped the porter playfully on the arm, and then walked back to his station.

"What do you think that's all about?" Cynthia asked Jim, feeling good about the sleeveless turtleneck she'd chosen to wear. They'd barely been here ten minutes and already two of the men were almost drooling over the sight of her tits, just like the bus driver and the other males on the shuttle had been.

"Oh, I don't know. Probably just making sure he got the room number correct. Boy, I sure will be glad to get into bed tonight. Travelling in winter is brutal," Jim said, trying to deflect Cynthia's attention.

"I'm with you on that, honey. This has been quite the long day. A nice comfortable bed is gonna feel real nice."

Lamont had stored their luggage safely in the back of the golf cart and then taken his place in the driver's seat. They meandered through the darkened complex towards the building with the unit that would become their home for the next week. Cynthia loved the feel of the soft breeze on her face, occasional wisps of her dark blonde hair flashing across her skin like a butterfly's kiss. It made her feel alive, feel refreshed, away from the cold northwest, away from home, away on an adventure the likes of which she'd only fantasized about.

Lamont finally came to a silent stop near the entry to a three-storey structure labelled as "Building #3 -- Ocean Breeze". Just the name of that conjured up wondrous images for Cynthia, of sun-kissed beaches and swaying palm trees, of mesmerizing rolling surf, and of men, black men, well-hung black men, black men with huge engorged cocks, cocks dripping with pearly seed, ready to meet her every desire. She shivered with excitement as Lamont took her hand and helped her out of her seat, his other hand sliding over the curve of her hip as she got to her feet. It was an innocuous gesture, but with the way her mind was working, Cynthia had to shake her head to clear her thoughts.

"Mister Jim, Miss Cynthia, right this way, please," Lamont said. Cynthia thought it was cute that the young porter had called her that. He looked to be around twenty, so he had to be at least twenty-five years younger than her, but still, he called her 'Miss'. She thought it was so sweet.

The two of them followed as Lamont took their suitcases and led them towards the elevator near the start of the building's open corridor. Cynthia was once again reminded of how strange it seemed, with her coming from the extreme northwest, that there were places in the world that weren't totally enclosed to the elements. As they started down the corridor that was wide open to the outdoors, she thought how wonderful it must be to be able to live like this.

The three of them rode the elevator to the third floor, where Lamont quickly made his way to their room. Cynthia and Jim both smiled when they saw a banner strung diagonally from the top corner to the bottom corner of the door, the words "Happy Anniversary!" displayed in flowing script.

"Jim, look at that, that's so nice of them to do that for us," Cynthia said, giving her husband's arm a loving squeeze.

With a swipe of the key card, Lamont had the door open and had turned all the lights on in seconds flat. The two of them entered the room as Lamont followed behind with their luggage.

Cynthia almost gasped as she saw the size of their suite. It was almost as big as the first apartment they'd lived in when they'd gotten married! It was gorgeous. Marble floors gleamed with a brilliant finish as Cynthia walked into the room. Just inside the entry, an opening led into a large bathroom that ran the full width of the unit, with a long vanity sporting double sinks. There were individual mirrors mounted over each sink on black steel members, which reminded Cynthia of the intricate metal sculpture of the bull at the resort entry. Above the rest of the counter between the two sinks, a large opening allowed a view throughout the rest of the suite towards the glassed-in wall at the front and the pair of sliding patio doors next to it.

Cynthia turned around and looked at the rest of the bathroom. There were two toilets on either side of an enormous glass shower stall. She'd never stayed in a hotel room that had actually had his and hers toilets, and just the thought of that made her smile. The shower was huge, with multiple shower heads and a hand-held wand for the user's convenience.

Following Lamont further into the room, Cynthia's eyes fell next on the sleeping area, located just beyond the wall that separated the bathroom from the rest of the suite. The king-sized bed looked welcoming, with modern-looking side tables and lights that complemented the whole design of the space, which Cynthia could see was incredibly contemporary, and architecturally modern.

Just past the bed, a small wing wall a couple of feet long projected into the room from the far wall, separating the sleeping area from what Cynthia thought of as the 'living room'. Beyond the bed, a large TV was mounted on the side wall adjacent to the wing wall, the flat screen angled slightly to be viewed easily from the bed. Right below the TV and set at a 45-degree angle about three feet from the corner of the bed was a large easy chair, facing directly towards the bed. From what Jim had told her, Cynthia felt a shiver of excitement run down her back as she spied it. Jim had told her that each room had one of these, what was referred to by the resort as the 'cuckold chair'. This is where the husbands sat and watched as their wives were fucked every which way on the enormous king size beds. Cynthia couldn't help but feel her eyes lock on the chair, picturing Jim sitting there as a beautiful big black man with a huge cock pounded her mature pussy into submission. Her velvety love-pocket gave another little spasm as that image flowed through her mind.

The wall opposite the area where the chair was and to the right of the sleeping area contained a couple of sizable closets, almost hidden behind smooth doors of burnished dark wood. Lamont opened each of the doors to show them, hidden pot lights coming on automatically as the doors opened. Further on, the living space of the unit was enormous, just like the bed and shower. A comfortable-looking couch and armchair, along with a low coffee table made of rich-looking wood, were accented by a large floor lamp that looked like an enormous cocoon, and a few deftly-placed wall sconces that Cynthia was sure must have cost a fortune. Looking up, Cynthia saw a rectangular panel on the ceiling over the living area. It projected down about four inches and seemed to be made up of two separate panels, like a pantry door. She wondered what that was for. She figured she'd ask at some point, but right now she wanted to investigate the rest of the room that was going to be their home for the next week.

Along the side of the room opposite the couch, a lengthy desk with some shelves above and a small fridge behind a wood cupboard below completed the space. A second TV was wall-mounted in this area as well, and just below it, a small round table with couple of chairs, perfect for sharing a couple of early-morning coffees. Cynthia was again delighted by the opulence of their suite; she'd never stayed in a hotel room that had two televisions in it either!

"It's too dark to see right now," Lamont said as he gestured towards the glass wall and patio doors at the front of the unit, "but outside you'll find both a hot tub, and a cooling tub for your personal use. There's also a covered day bed big enough for two for you to use at your leisure. Beyond that, you have a direct view towards the ocean." He stepped over to the desk and tapped on the cover of a blue binder set next to a telephone. "You'll find any information you need about the resort, and all the amenities it has to offer, in here. And don't hesitate to call the front desk if you have any questions or need anything at all. We're here to serve at your pleasure, twenty-four hours a day."