Trini Swingers

[boisbande]

Caribbean Nights

The humidity was overpowering but the cool breeze coming across the beach into the dancefloor was a pleasant relief. Intense Heat was playing in the background, their sweet soca rhythms set mood for the night. Picturesque Young Island in the background completed the setting of one of the most exciting night of still young and inexperienced life. I was sitting at the table with my friend enjoying the third Heineken when the hand rested on my shoulder.
I turned around and almost had to pick my jaw off my chest as I searched for words.
“You remember me?” said said, flashing that seductive smile. I mumble something to indicate that I never ever forget her. At that time it was pure bulldoo, but boy was it true.
“Have a seat.” I said, indicating one of the two empty chairs at the table.
“What you drinking tonight’, I asked, looking at her dark rounded face framed by braided hair.
“ Rum and Coke” she said.
I smiled at her features. Her skin was smooth, dark and unblemished. Not the prettiest girl, it was her body that I remembered. How could I forget the way that blue pantsuit clung to her figure last Saturday only thirty feet away on the dancefloor. Her movements were mesmerizing and she knew it. What an entrance she made, having all heads turning, eyes following her every movement. Sadly though, he was with her, guarding her like the trophy she was. He was tall, muscular with dark glasses that gave him a sinister look. You knew that he not take kindly to anyone who even stared at his prize.
The Rum Punch had taken over then, much like the Heineken was doing tonight. I made my move when he was at the bar. Unlike now, my tongue was smooth as I flattered her. She looked at me and turned away, flatly rejecting my compliments. Taking my life in my hand, I persisted foolishly. He turned around at the bar to check her out and I disappeared in the swirling mass of dancers, moaning the lost opportunity. This was the first time I hit on a woman in public, and I could have needed reconstructive surgery to show for it. I am usually a shy person, but I was determined to change that.
Now she was sitting in front of me. What the hell was going on? Did she admire my boldness last week? Did she feel for something new tonight? My lack of experience, along with three beers made logic irrelevant. No, not this time. I was not going to miss this chance. She was wearing a floral blouse and light colored Jordace Jeans. Her breasts were heavy, looking to be touched and squeezed. I caught myself being carried away by my unbelievable luck.
“Let’s dance”, said after she finished her drink. My friend had deserted us by then and I was in the mood.
Thirty minutes later, the DJ was playing all the right tunes. She was rubbing against me and I reveled in the feel of her breast against my chest, her pelvis gyrated against mine and my young dick rose to the challenge. The hardness in my pants was way too obvious but she rubbed against it wildly. I knew she enjoyed the feel of a hard dick against her tummy. The hardness was due her sexuality, and that may have made it a bigger turn for her.

My hands slipped under her shirt and up her back. Her skin was moist with a thin layer of sweat. Her muscles move to her gyrations, displaying hidden strength that I wanted to experience. She was fit, strong and vibrant. Was she an athlete? Was she a policewoman? She was definitely well toned, either from training or hard work. I moved my hand to the front and slid it up to her breast. I expected them to be pushed away, but she just smiled. I was in heaven!!
I fondled her boobs for a while before slipping my hands inside her bra. The nipples felt firm, hardening from my rolling them between my thumb and fingers. Her eyes closed and her head went back. As it was dark in our corner, I decided to continue. I knew I had her. She was mine tonight. This raging hot woman was mine and I was playing her like a bass. I felt her every move, sensed her every emotion and I was responding to the vibes she was giving. She licked her lips, moaning softly and savoring every moment.

I backed away for a moment and moved my hand down her stomach. Her gyrations became stronger as I slid lower. Her stomach was firm and flat. There was very little bellyfat and her navel protruded slightly. I felt the top of her jeans and my hand slipped inside. The hair was cut low, the ends harsh against my fingers. The mound was soft and nicely padded. I went lower and felt the slippery wetness I was hoping to find. She was wet and ready and so was I. I took her hand and placed it on my dick. She squeezed a little and laid her head on my shoulder. I moved my hands over her firm big ass.
“You got a place near here?” I asked.
“No, but my friend lives down the road.”
She turned and walked over to short light skinned girl with an afro hairstyle. She looked even better from behind. Her hips had that sweet curve that West Indian women are famous for. That shape that Jordaches were made for. That is the shape that made my head spin that day in August 1986 at the Roundabout Plaza…Her friend looked in my direction and then nodded. Something changed hands and she walked back to me. We then headed into cool night.

The walk in the direction of Calliaqua was brief, punctuated by small talk and giggles. I learned she was from Mesopotamia and worked in a store the Capital. She was twenty four and played netball for several years. She was single, but I did not mention Mr. Dark Shades at Night. I did not want to know; I did not care and certainly did want to spoil the night. Soon we arrived at her friend’s place. It was a small but neat studio, with a small bed against the wall. I reached over and took her into my arms.

We kissed deeply and she slid her tongue into my mouth. Her breathing was deep and rapid and I knew she far gone. I pushed her back into the bed and started taking her blouse off. Her boobs were large, the nipple were slightly bigger than I thought. She started unbuckling my pants and I was too keen to let her wait. As my clothes came off, I felt night air caress my cock and it stretched out in all its glory. She looked at it and grinned, rubbing it all the way down. The other hand caressed my balls. She was probably glad it was big and hard. I was hard and ready, and was about to push her onto her back when she moved her head towards my groin. I felt her warm wet mouth come over the head of my cock and she started to suck, slowly then more quickly. She moaned she sucked. While I was enjoying the sensation, her teeth rubbed my glans in way that I found irritating, so I held her head and pulled her up.

I laid her on her back and opened her thighs, bending them at the knees. The lips of her pussy parted and I saw the faint glint of her juice on the lips. She had big lips a large clit. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy before I leaned and pushed hard. The sensation as my cock sank into her pussy was incredible. I felt every ridge and crease of that pussy. Seven months of celibacy and a desire to dominate her took over. I fucked her hard and fast. With every thrust I felt the opening of her pussy peel back my foreskin as my cock sank into her wet pussy. She was moaning loudly, eyes close and her head shaking from side to side. I pushed her legs even wider apart and hooked the back of her knees in the crook of my arms. Her ass was now slightly off the bed, and moving further up on my knees, I had her pussy open and ready.

I stroked her deeply. I felt her cervix rubbing over my cockhead as my cock slid behind it. This, along with her clit rubbing against my groin, drove her crazy. Her pussy was suddenly filled with liquid and started spasaming around my cock.
“ Ah commmming”, she wailed and I went crazy. Maybe it was the drinks, but I was determined to do things I never did before. I was hitting her pelvis hard with each stroke and I knew she was enjoying it. I felt that I was going to come soon. She was now squeezing me tightly; I savored the strength in her muscles as she rolled her hips up to meet my strokes. Soon she spasaming again but this time I could not hold it. The grip of her pussy on my cock was too much too take and I started coming. Afterwards, we lay in each others’ arms covered in sweat.
She got out of bed and walked towards the small bathroom. Her ass moved so seductively as she walked. There was a small stream of shiny liquid running down the back of her thighs. I felt like a man then, I had conquered her in more ways than one….

[triniman]

Nice

1986 ? Roundabout Plaza had a pub? Ah miss da one awha?