I know you lot have been anxiously waiting to hear about The American…
So, the day the date with the bartender was due, I was chilling in the swim-up bar and this 6ft fine piece of chocolate was vibing there too. I can’t remember who approached who, but either way we started chatting. It was strictly friendly at this point because I was digging my bartender. However, this man was a straight fucking vibe, easy going, sexy as fuck, and I just really enjoyed his energy.
You know I’m all about the energy!
He was waiting for his friends to arrive at the hotel and I couldn’t possibly leave this poor man on his own, right? I introduced him to the girls, and the American crew we met on the excursion the day before, the drinks and vibes were flowing all too fondly. His close friend arrives, he introduces us and we continue about our business.
I tell The American about my date later that night because the bartender was actually the one serving us drinks at the swim-up bar. He was keeping a very close eye on us both, and made it clear he was watching what we were up to. We’re just friends yo!
Awkward or savage? I’ll let you decide.
The American and I exchange numbers, and as I make my way back to my hotel room, he sends me a pic of my vape that I left by the pool. He says he will keep it safe for me. A few hours later he confesses that he’s lost it. It's the thought that counts.
As I was headed out to the date that night, I bumped into TA by reception. He was looking rather handsome. This guy knew how to dress and that shit is important to me. Ironically, I cant really remember what he was wearing. I had consumed my body weight in alcohol that day with NO food whatsoever. But what I can recall, is that it was a funky shirt and he smelt DIVINE. I give him compliments where due, and he expresses that I was looking great too. I thank him, say goodbye and go on my way.
You already know what happened that night…
The day after next, I bump into this gorgeous man again. You know when someone looks even better the next time you see them? We had a good little catch up, I say hello to his friends (his bestie was cool as fuck) and the drinking continued. As the day goes on, he points out some bruises on my ass. I tell him exactly where they came from (the bartender had thoroughly spanked me a few nights before) transparency is key! I remember us getting into quite a deep conversation about my past. It was probably completely unprovoked on my behalf, but more time I am an open book and I think it allowed us to connect a lil deeper. Anyway, we giggled, we drank and we just had FUN.
An older woman approaches us in the pool. She asks The American if he’s single - he is, I already done my due diligence. She asks me if I’m single - damn fucking right I am, and then she tells us we look great together. I’d have to agree, two spicy peas in a pod, mate. And then there was this one guy called Bob, I can’t remember what state he was from but he legit stole my man for like 30 minutes to tell him how great his beard was. I patiently wait on the sidelines and ordered TA and I another drink.
Bob was right though, it was a great beard, and I wanted it in-between my legs.
The sun continues to beam down on our dehydrated, alcohol induced vessels as the foam party starts pumping. This is in a slightly deeper pool and I was half drowning; so I wrap myself around him (a great excuse to get close) and we party it up! His bestie is going crazy, the girls and I are all smiles and the vibes were just gwarning; this is Jamaica after all. I ask him what he’s doing that night and he says he’s potentially rolling to 27/27, a lounge bar by the pier that I had been wanting to go to.
Later that night, the girls and I get ready for dinner at the hotel. It was a questionable meal. It looked great but was real cold, pretty bland and overall disappointing. Luckily the girlies and I found the funny side of it all. We head back up to the room for some drinks, the girls explain how they wanna chill, maybe go and see the entertainment a bit later on - the hotel entertainment was the best I have ever experienced. But I don’t wanna chill. I wanna go out and have some fun…
I text my guy and he tells me to roll through. The girls go into mum mode (love it) and make sure they have his number incase anything happens. I grab a taxi from the hotel reception and make my way to 27/27. I pull up, there are numerous yard men waiting outside the lounge, peering into the taxi hoping to help me get out. I am nervous and refuse to the leave the vehicle until TA comes down to get me. I see his beautiful face appear, fit looking fresh as fuck. He was in a cream and black floral long sleeved shirt, black trousers, and did I mention this guy knew how to accessorise? *insert pussy pulse here.
We head upstairs, I grab some drinks and say hello to his crew. It’s not long before his friends decide they wanna head back to the hotel - do I smell? We say goodbye and continue to chill with some shisha on the go. He’s so easy to talk to.
Chemistry is flowing and I’m trying to concentrate on what he’s saying but all I can think about is his bottom lip. Oh my, that bottom fucking lip. Before I know it, I’m sucking on it and feeling up his ever so soft beard. The smooch is muy bien, just how I like it. Sloppy but not too sloppy, lil lip bites and a lil tongue suck too. It’s not long before we decide to head back…
We get to the pacha nightclub in the hotel, have ourselves a tequila and a boogie, but I want to smoke a spliff. To the beach we bop. The Ocean is playing her melody whilst we chill on a sun lounger talking about anything and everything. Finding someone I instantly click with is challenging and rare. You know the natural vibes, where its someone new but they feel familiar? Things flow real easily and there’s undoubtedly mutual interest. We chilled on the beach star-gazing, chatting about our life, our goals and ambitions.
It was memorable to say the least.
He asks me if I want to stay in his room that night. I say yes but I don’t wanna fuck. Thats a lie, I definitely do want to fuck and he knows that. He asks me why, and I explain that I want to ensure there is a real connection there before I do anything. There is a real connection there so I don’t know why I was spewing that bullshit. I'm anal about my skincare so I say I’m going back to my room to wipe my make-up off first. He tells me he has all the shit I need to do that in his room. So let me just remind you guys. He is BEAUTIFUL. He is naturally a VIBE. He can DRESS. He can ACCESSORISE. AND he is hella HYGIENIC??? If any of you know me on a more personal level, you will know I have had some real traumatic experiences with men being swagless and having poor hygiene. It's like Goddess finally heard my prayers. On our way back to the room we are greeted with an American woman who asks if we’d like to join her and her friends skinny dipping. No thanks hun. We get to his room, he sorts out a face cloth and cleanser for me. I’m in the bathroom giggling to myself because how fucking nice is this? It's the small things that really make a mark on me and he’s considerate - I like that. I go back into the bedroom and ask him for a t-shirt. He hands me one, I take off my top letting my titties free and put his on. Yes he looked, I wanted him to. It's all part of the process. I see his face as the panic begins to rise, he can’t find his phone…
Off we pop to re-trace our steps. His calm and collected demeanour changes, not in a bad way but I can tell he is bothered. I’m pretty certain were going to find the phone because there’s only one place it can really be; by the sun lounger. We get there and he’s looking in the wrong place - typical bloke. I find it 2 seconds later. Crisis over. He sighs in relief and we head to bed.
The T-shirt he has given me is a tight gym top, I feel restricted so before I jump into bed, I get naked. He’s watching, reciprocates and climbs in behind me. His hands are soft as he pulls me in close; stroking my body, pressing lil kisses on my shoulder. I feel real comfortable. His hands are lowering, wanting to touch my pussy, he asks whether it’s okay first, I respond with a nod and ‘yes boo’.
I’m already wet for him.
He pushes his finger inside of me and I melt. I let him play for a while before I turn to face him. Sucking on that bottom lip that I love so much, we’re both excited, I reach down and handle his dick. He’s a lovely size, I haven’t had anyone this big for a long time. I want him inside me NOW. He grabs a condom as I lay on my back admiring the view, I tell him to be gentle and go slow at first.
Please don’t break me sir.
He pushes in slowly, tells me how pretty my pussy is (I never get bored of hearing that) and I feel myself grip around him. My head tilts back, eyes are shut as I take a moment to enjoy all of this, all of him. I’m vocal, the moans are coming in heavy and strong, he moans too. FUCK. He is hitting every weakness at this point. I want him to fuck me harder but I just can’t take the size right now. He leans his body in closer to mine as he edges in a lil deeper, and a lil deeper. The strokes are slow and sensual, he knows how to fucking move and I am lapping it all up.
He asks whether I want to jump on top and damn fucking right I do. I slide onto him slowly so I don’t damage my goods; he feels even better in this position. I’m riding whilst he thrusts below me, I could literally jump with joy at this point because there’s enough dick for me to ride nicely. I get annoyed when they constantly pop out because the length isn’t there. He’s sucking on the titties, grabbing my ass, hips and thighs. Its pleasure fucking central.
THE STAMINA!
Ive already orgasmed twice at this point and he is STILL going. I need him to cum, out of respect. He throws me on my back and does his thing until he climaxes. My vagina is sore but my being is buzzing with pleasure and contentment. We clean ourselves up and go to sleep. Well, it was my first time sleeping next to a guy in over two years, so he slept whilst I listened to him snore. I wasn’t even mad, I was feeling grateful, drifting in and out of sleep with a lil smile on my face…
This isn’t even the end of it, you’ll have to come back for part two.
Tata for now, Lovers.
SIS xox