Another Time, Another Place

Kiss was fine. She was about five feet six inches and thick. I loved a woman who fit comfortably into a size fourteen. She had a flat stomach, but the hips, thighs and chest were on point enough to sport that red bikini. She had mocha skin, smooth like a baby’s, and dark brown eyes. Yes, I was definitely feeling her—to the point where it almost frightened me. It was like déjà vu. Like I had known her some place before. That was crazy. I had experienced my share of one-night stands in my younger years, but I never would have forgotten her.

Mike, that fool, would forget a woman in a heartbeat. I was so embarrassed one night while we were clubbing on the D.C. waterfront. He spotted a woman and walked to her, proclaiming, “You’re going to have to help me out here. I remember the pussy but I don’t remember the name.”

I was so embarrassed, but surprisingly, instead of slapping the living daylights out of him, the woman laughed and seemingly found it flattering. For the next two minutes, Mike tossed out name after name until she finally revealed that she was Jackie. They flirted for a good thirty minutes before her friend, who obviously did not find the situation amusing at all, said she was tired and ready to go. Mike got the digits—again—and then ended up fucking her the next night and never called her again.

I don’t believe in being disrespectful to women, being that I come from a single-parent home and I have five sisters. If any man ever spoke to my mother or one of my sisters that way, they would be eating teeth mixed with blood. That was part of the reason why I was sort of stressing the upcoming dinner with Kiss and her friends. I wanted her—badly—but I did not want to come off the wrong way. I realize that a lot of people vacation in the islands to get laid, but that was not my purpose at all. Mike and I had been working on a crazy schedule for months, trying to lock down a merger deal with a competing corporation. We were the crème de la crème of financial analysts but we also put in a lot of hours.

The only jacked-up thing about meeting someone on vacation is that if you want to pursue something other than sex, it’s difficult. Even though I had not been in a bona-fide relationship for a long time, I was already hoping for something long-term with Kiss. Never one to believe in the proverbial “love at first sight,” I now found myself contemplating if that was actually possible.

Men do think differently from women, so I was already assuming that in order to see her again after we left Jamaica for our respective home towns, I would have to lay some sex on her that she would never forget. Otherwise, why would she even pursue it? Women can claim otherwise all they want, but ultimately, sex is an integral part of a relationship to them and they want a man who can blow their back out. I was going to have to prove myself worthy or forget about it.

Women might worry about their bodies when it comes time to have sex but men have a lot of worries. Will our dick be big enough for the sister? Will we even be able to get the damn thing up? Will we be able to perform over and over again? Will we have enough stamina to wear her out? Will we serve up better dick service than every man who came before us?

I finished dressing and went down the hallway to knock on Mike’s door. He and Candace had been married for going on five years and had two sons. He stopped wearing his wedding ring by year two, claiming it was too tight, but that was a lie. Candace did not seem to care, as long as she could lay claim to having a husband and a family. Many women feel that way but they are selling themselves short. Mike would nail anything he could and I was not surprised when a Jamaican maid, half-clothed, opened his hotel room door instead of him.

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p; “He be ready in a minute,” she said with her accent, walking into a disheveled room that reeked of sex. “He in da bathroom.”

I could make out the smell of soap, mixed with pussy from the bed, and was glad that Mike had at least washed his ass. He came prancing out of the bathroom a moment later, dressed in black linen pants and a tan island shirt.

“Let’s roll, Man.” He looked at the maid. “Honey, can you change my sheets and tidy up the room before you leave?” He rubbed her on the head, like she was a puppy. “Thanks, Ma.”

“Me see you later?” she asked.

“We’ll see,” he said hesitantly. “I know where to find you, Sugar.”

She grinned from ear to ear, thinking that Mike was going to lay up with her again during our vacation. There was zero chance of that. Mike was not looking for love. He was searching for pussy and either Calibri or Nancy was next on his list. I had made it perfectly clear to him that Kiss was off limits and that he better not even gaze in her direction. That was another thing that I felt badly about—her unsuspecting friends. I had been alive long enough to know that women often held men responsible for the actions of their friends. Rarely did it work the other way. I had dated plenty of women whose “associates” had dogged over one of my boys but I never made the women feel bad about it. Let a man dog out a sister and all his friends are immediately just as guilty.

Part of me wanted to convince Mike to simply go to dinner and not try to sleep with one of Kiss’s friends, but he would never go for that. His mind was made up; more than likely on trying to bed Calibri. Mike did not like aggressive women and Nancy looked like she was ready to fuck both of us on sight. Mike liked the challenge of obtaining the pussy. Even that maid had probably played hard to get at first, but he had eventually gotten the drawers and now she had been tossed into the pile of past notions.

“That pussy was a nice appetizer—Caribbean Jerk Punany,” Mike bragged as we descended on the elevator to meet the ladies in the lobby. “Now I’m ready for the main course—Los Angeles Cream Pie. I wonder if I can get a two-for-one deal tonight. Too bad they’re leaving tomorrow. If I had until we leave next week, I most definitely would fuck them both. Tonight’s going to be a challenge, but I’m up for it.”

I smirked. “I seriously doubt that. You might not get any play at all, so don’t be surprised. Haven’t you had enough sex for one night?”

“Hell no!” Mike exclaimed. “If there was only one chick as an option, then I might not want to bang her again, but I’m always down for new meat.”

“That’s all women are to you, huh? Meat?” I shook my head. “Did you talk to your wife?”

“Yes, I damn sure did,” he replied, “and she loves me to death, my sons are fine, and you can drop the guilt trip act. I’m enjoying myself and you know how I am. You need to take a note from my book and enjoy life.”

“I do enjoy my life, Mike. I simply don’t feel like my dick has to regulate my every move.”

It was his turn to smirk at me. “Yeah, right. I saw the way you were looking at Kiss earlier. You know you want to salute her with your wing-wang tonight. If you play your cards right, you might get lucky.” As the elevator doors opened, he added, “Damn, I wish that I could make it with a clown. That’s a new one. I wonder if she wears a red rubber nose and a wig to bed. That shit makes me hot just thinking about it.”

“You are truly sick,” I said, then laughed, halfway turned on by the thought myself.

KISS

When they walked into the beachside restaurant, I wondered how a man could grow even finer within the span of a few hours.

Aleck had on this white linen suit that brought out the beauty of his dark skin. He smiled as they approached us and my black thong got wet. Then again, I had been wet all day. I had returned to my room and masturbated for an hour, fantasizing about him…being inbetween my thighs. I imagined him fingering my pussy and then staring at me as he licked his fingertips one by one. I imagined him flipping me on my stomach and eating me out from the back as I buried my head in the sheets and held on to the bedposts. Mmm, yes, it was something. The great thing about this particular fantasy was that I now had a name to go with the face, the body and the curved dick.

“Hey, ladies,” Mike said once they arrived at our table. “I don’t know what smells better, the food or the three of you.” He sat down next to Calibri and sniffed her neck. “What’s that scent called? Paradise?”

Calibri blushed. “Oh, you have mad game.”

“Hello, Kiss…Nancy…Calibri,” Aleck said and each word sounded poetic.