The long flight from England was over and we had cleared customs after landing at Ibiza. I had been struck by how unfriendly the customs people were here. Not that they are all that friendly anywhere else. We had been warned that the police and government officials here did not pander to tourists. If you had something to say to them, you had best be able to get by in Spanish, because they did not speak English and had no patience with tourists.
We were received much more cordially by the staff at the hotel and check-in went quickly. We were anxious to do a little sight seeing, but it had been a long day and since we had two weeks we decided to get a little rest and a decent meal and start exploring tomorrow.
It was July, and hot outside. The air conditioning in our room was very welcome. Lynn and I explored our room and then unpacked. We decided to take a quick shower and a nap before finding a nice place for dinner. It had been a long day and we had both been so excited about our trip that we had not slept well last night.
I never tired of watching my beautiful girlfriend undress. Lynn is a youthful 45, strawberry blonde, and stands five feet, two inches tall. Her breasts are 36B-cups and she shaves her pussy, and we both like it that way. I think it improves the sex.
We are fairly ‘safe’, sexually, but not boring. I am the only man Lynn has ever had sex with. I have only been with around six women besides her.
I love her to wear low-cut or revealing tops and I like to flash her to other men. She was reluctant, but she knows how much it turns me on and she goes along with it. She is more apt to go along with it on vacation when she knows that there is no one around that knows us or will ever see us again. It still embarrasses her, but I suppose that is part of the thrill for me. I have noticed though, that though she goes along reluctantly, she is always quite wet afterwards. I think she enjoys it more than she lets on.
We are both considered to be attractive, Lynn works in hosiery and I work in an office. We are just your average adult couple. Well, a bit above average maybe. In fact, there is no doubt that Lynn is hot, she loves cock.
We took a nap and when we awoke we were both hungry. We dressed and went downstairs and got directions to a nearby restaurant. Since it was so close we were able to walk and do a little window shopping on the way. It was a little late for dinner and too early for clubbing so the streets were not all that crowded. It was a pleasant walk. We did notice something that we were not used to. There seemed to be a rather large population of black people out and about.
We got to the restaurant and were seated immediately. We ordered drinks and a light supper and both the food and the service were excellent. We had good time and stayed until almost closing time. I paid and left a generous tip and we walked back to the hotel. We went back to our room and ordered a bottle of wine from room service and when it came we sat out on the balcony overlooking the hotel pool and sipped our wine and relaxed.
As we drank I noticed that our balcony was almost, not entirely, but almost private. There were a few other rooms that had a view of us, but it didn’t seem like anyone was in a position to observe us. Since Lynn had been drinking most of the day I thought that I might be able to talk her into taking her clothes off and relaxing naked, the way I like her best.
We drank half of the wine and decided it was time for bed. Both of us fell asleep almost immediately; it had been a great first day.
The next few days were spent exploring the island. We also did some shopping. We didn’t buy much. We picked up some postcards to send back to our friends and family and a few to keep for souvenirs.
We finally started hitting the beach on the fourth day. Lynn took one look around and saw all of the topless women on the beach and took her top off immediately. It was not the first time she had been topless at the beach, but we didn’t get the opportunity that often.
I had mixed emotions. I loved the way her breasts looked when they were that almost glow in the dark white and contrasted with her tanned body. On the other hand, I loved seeing them exposed and I loved the idea that the other men on the beach were checking her out and admiring her tits. I also could tell that, despite her apparent lack of concern, she was self conscious about being bare breasted, at least at first, and I got a kick out of that.
We had begun to fall into a regular routine. After breakfast we’d go to the beach. Instead of lunch we’d have a piece of fruit, an apple or a peach and around 4 pm we’d head back to the hotel for a shower then we’d get ready for our evening meal. Lynn would put on something light and sexy and we would head out for dinner and then to the local bars for drinks.
Halfway through the second week we were standing outside a bar, talking with another couple from the UK and they mentioned a great little club that the locals went to with one of the best bands that they had ever heard. They were actually raving about how great the club was and how much fun they had had there.
It was too late to go that night, but they told us the name of the club urged us to give it a try. Lynn thought it better that we stick to the tourist areas and play it safe. But I was feeling adventurous and talked her into giving it a try.
The next night we were in a taxi, on our way to Banana Man’s. The driver had looked at me funny when I told him that that was our destination. But I didn’t think anything of it.
It was outside of the city and all by itself at the end of a long dirt road. We heard it long before we could see it. We had gotten much more comfortable about being with the locals by now. Everyone was very friendly and we felt safe wherever we went. Still, I was a little uncomfortable when we went inside and saw that more than half of the crowd was black, far more.
But we were not the only white faces in the crowd and we looked at each other and decided to give it a shot. We struggled through the crowd and finally found a table and managed to order some drinks. We were surprised to see that the waiter was no more than 14 years old, I looked around to see quite a few kids of around the same age cleaning tables etc, things were certainly more relaxed here.
The band was as good as we had been told and the dance floor was crowded. I looked around and didn’t see anyone else that looked like tourists, but everyone that we saw was happy and smiling and having fun and the music was great and soon we were really getting into it.
We danced a little and I saw all the attention that Lynn was attracting and I was feeling pretty proud. She had several invitations to dance in between our dances and at first she declined them but I tried to encourage her to accept. After she had finished her second drink and loosened up a bit a tall, very good looking black man came up and asked her to dance at first she said no but he wasn’t having any of that, without a glance at me he pulled her to her feet and lead her to the dance floor. He wasn’t rough he just showed her he meant business.
Lynn had never danced with a black man before, but he was very good and soon they were the centre of attention on the dance floor. Her skirt was flipping up and showing off a little flash of panty from time to time. She really looked hot out there, though it did seem strange to see her surrounded by black people like that.
They danced through three songs and then the band took a break. The man brought Lynn back to the table and somehow ended up sitting with us and talking, mostly with Lynn. It was kind of funny, he was not invited to join us, and he didn’t ask, he just kind of was there.
Three drinks appeared at our table and the black man introduced himself, though it was so loud in the club that I was not sure I understood his name. It sounded like he said his name was Harold, but he didn’t look like a Harold.
We drank our drinks and Lynn and Harold talked. I couldn’t hear what was being said so I just watched Lynn. She seemed nervous about having him there; like she wished he would leave but couldn’t bring herself to tell him that. She looked at me meaningfully several times, but we were in a club full of black people and he was a rather large black man, I was not anxious to offend him.
They finished their drinks and he pulled Lynn back out onto the dance floor for several more dances. He was apparently going to teaching her some of the local dances and there seemed to be an inordinate amount of touching involved. I tried watching them closely, but they seemed to get swallowed up in the crowd on the dance floor and, except for a glimpse now and then, they were out of sight, Lynn’s white face lost in that sea of black faces.
They returned after several more dances and sat back down across the table from me, her face flushed. Her dress looked, I don’t know, sort of rumpled I guess. She was showing a lot of cleavage, the front of her dress had been tied with a bow. This had somehow become completely undone and Lynn was showing more than she intended. She didn’t seem to notice and I certainly did not tell her, I was enjoying it.
More drinks appeared and two more black men suddenly sat down, one on either side of me, cutting me off from Lynn. They talked loudly with Harold in a language that we didn’t understand. They were all smiles though and seemed very friendly.
All three of the black men seemed to be in their early to mid twenties. And all were large and muscular. They were very imposing.
I watched as Lynn and Harold drank and talked into each others ears, which, of course required that they sit very close together. I could tell that the drinks were starting to have an effect on Lynn, but she wasn’t relaxed. She looked very nervous but she seemed unable to distance herself from Harold.
Harold had one arm around the back of her chair and his hand was on Lynn’s shoulder, but casually. He didn’t appear to be holding her so much as getting close enough to talk.
One of the men sitting next to Lynn said something to Harold and pointed to Lynn’s chest Harold grinned and nodded and suddenly reached up and curled a finger inside the front of Lynn’s dress and tugged at the material. Lynn wasn’t wearing a bra so her nipple was completely exposed. The three of them laughed.
Lynn gasped, and slapped his hand away, eventually, he removed it and they resumed talking. I tried to stand up. It was obvious that it was time to get out of here, get away from these three men and all of these black people and back to a nice safe tourist club. But as I started to get to my feet the men on either side of me put their hands on my shoulders and pulled me back into my seat.
They smiled at me; they didn’t seem to be threatening me. But I was unable to get up and I didn’t know what to do. I looked back over at Lynn and saw the anxious look on her face. Just as I looked at her I saw her jump, her eyes wide and I noticed that one of Harold’s hands was now under the table. He was sliding a hand up her skirt.
I yelled to Harold and Lynn that it was time for us to go and Harold just looked at me and went back to talking to Lynn, and moving his hand under the table. Lynn’s face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. Her arms suddenly went to her sides and she began gripping the sides of the stool she was sitting on with her eyes fixed on his.
One of the men beside me leaned closer and, in a thickly accented voice said, “You don’t want to leave now. It’s early, the fun is just starting.” He nodded towards Lynn.
I didn’t know what to do.