I had no plans, as I wandered out of my lonely room onto the packed streets just before dusk. I would have followed the crowd, but they were moving in all directions, and certainly still on Island Time. I picked a direction and melded in with the other tourists. I didnt feel like a tourist in the islands anymore. I felt like I had adapted quite well, and I loved visiting each island and learning local lore and customs. Unworldly doesnt even begin to explain it.
I decided on seafood and ate by the water. It was amazingly flavorful fish of impeccable quality and it eyed me as I dined, alone. The wine was good as well, imported from Texas. I was full and happy and had the beginnings of sleepy eyes, immediately after dinner. I could have quite easily gone back to my room and been very satisfied. But I didnt.
I walked it off and when I found a secluded enough spot to light up a blunt, it was scenic, and romantic, and lonely. I thought it was lonely until I heard her giggle. She was a Dutch tourist, and so was the tall, lanky blond boy with her. I say boy, because he couldnt have been much older than 18. I refused to calculate how young she looked.
They were all mischievous grins and giggles until they saw me, but by then, they smelled my Fatty. They had come up the same hill I had, and they too had to snake through a path in the thick jungle that gave this mountain top spot its seclusion. I should have heard them before, but I was too wrapped up in my high and the majestic beauty of the bay. Dark, smooth water reflecting glints of light off of sailboats just returning to safe harbor. I could smell rain on the horizon already.
If the view was fantastic, the Dutch kids were beautiful! Pasty white, but attractive to a Norse fault. Although he was lanky, he was not lacking. He was six foot and her head came up to his shoulder. Their surprise wore off and their smiles returned, and without my offering she reached for my blunt. I dodged her grasp and backed up away from them.
You dont like to share? Her eyes were green and her lips were red. Were from Amsterdam, come on. She smiled and her eyes didnt leave mine as I passed it to her. When our stare broke, I chanced a look, and the boyfriend watched her, anxiously awaiting his turn.
She inhaled it deep and long, and when she released her lips from the blunt, she brought them to his, and gave him a Shotgun. They kissed and I knew it was just for show. I watched and my dick throbbed against a very worn spot on my cargo shorts. It was hot, and when they were done, she passed my Fatty to him and he took another serious drag. Id just brought the one joint.
There was enough left to pass it around again, and I made sure I took my fair share, since that would be the last of it. We didnt really speak, in fact, I hadnt uttered a word since they snuck up on me. I was shocked and they were not shy. He seemed to be a lot shyer than she, and it really became evident when the roach was gone, and the effects of Kingston Succotash overcame her. They were young lovers and they just could not keep their hands off each other, and they really didnt care who watched.
I could tell she liked me watching, from the occasional looks she had to make to be able to see if I was paying close enough attention. Her eyes smiled, asking if I was enjoying the show. I hoped she could see the reply in mine that said I was. He too kept looking, but his smile wasnt as inviting as hers. I knew it was because I was a guy. If I had been a lonely American tourist girl, his smile would have been bigger, and I guessed hers would have stayed about the same.
I watched them get caught back up in each other, and they were making-out, breathing heavy, and her hand was already stuffed down his shorts. I saw the fabric dance over his crotch as she manipulated him. When they werent closed, his eyes were probably rolling back inside his head. He was panting harder now.
She withdrew her hand, and pulled the elastic band of his shorts down and a very pale, plump, dick popped out. It wasnt huge, and as I focused on the tip, he was uncut, and there was a good half inch of what had to be several yards of skin bunched up, crowning the tip. He was probably a grower.
He muttered something in a beautiful language I didnt know, and her face soured. She said something as equally beautiful, but harsh back, and when his look soured, I realized my luck had soured. She gently put his dick away as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her back down the hill. He turned once to look at me over his shoulder as she followed dutifully behind, and the look said back off. Easy come, easy go.
After theyd had a healthy head start, I headed back down the hill and into town. I couldnt decide on my mood tonight. I started at a club wed been to a couple of nights before, and that night there was nothing going on, but tonight, it was the packed crowd of rowdy revelers on vacation. I moved on, and found myself shuffling to the beats and rhythms of the street players. Steel drums make it hard to frown, unless you have a hangover.
My buzz was evening out and I was ready for a drink, so I decided on an outdoor environment complete with music, bonfire, and delicious Rum Runners, and Pina Coladas. The place had an inside, and there you could find the restrooms, some games, and a well-stocked bar. The patio was more of a laidback atmosphere, with small groups of people packed together, three or four usually.
I sat at a picnic table that had been painted seven times. I could see the various layers where the paint had peeled. Id made it to my second drink when a group of four girls took a table a few over from mine. The laidback atmosphere didnt last long. They were a wedding party, and tomorrow might be the wedding, but tonight was the party. I sized each of them up quickly.
There was a rather short, chunky blond with freckles. She wore her hair in a single ponytail, and I think shed worn it that way for days. Another was blond as well, but she was tall and skinny, and she wore glasses, and she looked brilliant. Maybe she was a rocket scientist. The third bird was tall as well, and she had dark hair tied up, with the excess frizzing out from the back top of her head, almost in a peacock fan.