I remember getting off the plane in Belize City and walking across the tarmac toward the old terminal building thinking “wow, the heat from the jet engines is intense.” As I and my fellow passengers moved further away from the plane, I realized it wasn’t getting any cooler and that this was just one mother fucking hot place.
Fortunately, I was wearing a short sundress that allowed the occasional sea breeze to cool my shoulders and flow up under it and cool my ass. Otherwise, I might have just melted into the asphalt before making it to the terminal with its rattling old window air conditioner that just barely made things tolerable.
At least, it didn’t take too long to clear customs. I was anxious to see my boyfriend Jace after months of separation. He had joined the Peace Corps after finishing college but I had another year to go at the time. I tried to convince him to wait but he needed to do this on his own, I guess. I was a little hurt but after he left I focused on school and friends, in the end, it hadn’t been that bad. Still, when the chance to visit him during winter break arose, my unattended pussy began to leak through my panties and I knew that I was hornier than I realized and desperately needed this trip.
If you don’t know, Belize sits just below Mexico’s Yucatán peninsula and right on the Caribbean Sea. The population consists of mostly black descendants of slaves brought there by the British to cut mahogany trees. Today, Belize is becoming a tourist destination for beach combing, reef snorkeling, diving, and visiting Mayan ruins. But in those days, things were still pretty rustic and there wasn’t much tourist development.
As soon as I exited the terminal, I saw Jace looking through a chain link fence that separated the airport compound from the outside world. He smiled and waved, it would have been impossible to miss him because he was the only white person in sight. We met at the gate and gave each other a long tight hug. I could feel his short thin cock straining against his jeans pressing into me. I was all ready to kiss him violently after so many months. But Jace held me at arm’s length and explained that Belizeans don’t appreciate public displays of affection and it would also make us look like tourists and easy marks for criminals if we start making out in public.
Jace took my bag and we walked hand in hand to the parking lot where an old blue and white Land Rover pickup truck with a faded stencil on the side identifying it as a Ministry of Social Services vehicle sat. A huge black man with several days beard stubble and bushy hair sat behind the wheel wearing a yellow tank top shirt occasionally dragging on a joint. As we neared, the driver climbed out of the truck. He was much more fit that he appeared from a distance easily standing 6’2” with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He took my heavy bag from Jace and lifted into the back of the the truck in one easy move, the bulging sinewy muscles of his arm rippling with the effort. Then he turned to me, his big thick lips parted in a friendly smile revealing two rows of straight white teeth that contrasted with his steel black skin. “Hallo, Miss Haley.” he crooned in a deep smooth Caribbean accent, “Ma name es Desmon. Mr. Jizz eh me tell all bout unu, bu eh no me tell unu soooo beautful.”
Honestly, I know it sounds really bad but before that I had never touched a black man before. It wasn’t racism. There just aren’t that many black people in the rural Midwest so I never had the chance to know any black men before. I looked down as he gently took the hand I offered to him. His huge black paw enveloped it gently and he slyly stroked my palm with the tip of his thick middle finger as his eyes devoured me starting with my blonde hair and emerald green eyes down to my tiny elfin chin, my small round breasts and finally our hands - mine pale and white with deep red painted nails and his dark and calloused. Our two distant worlds and lives colliding in a tropical airport parking lot.
I could feel my precum oozing from pussy mixing with tropical humidity sweat that had already begun to soak my panties. As Desmond released my hand, after what seemed like minutes, I felt the drops of my sweaty lust trickle down my inner thigh toward my knee. What the fuck was going on, I thought. And quickly chalked it up to being so fucking horny after months without sex. That’s really all I had been able to think about for days. Sometimes it was sex with Jace that I pictured but other times it was just sex. Raw sex with faceless lovers as my vibrator tunneled into my pussy giving me release but never satisfaction.
Jace explained that the Vice Minister had allowed Desmond to use the ministry truck to pick me up from the airport because he was going to the city anyway to deliver some business items. Normally, Jace explained we would have had to take a taxi to the airport and a bus to the capital city, Belmopan, where he lived.
We walked to the passenger door and Desmond opened it chivalrously for me. It was a really old time truck with a very short narrow seat. After helping me inside, Desmond turned to Jace, shrugged and said, “Sorry Mr. Jizz. Ony haf room fa two people. You wan haffa ride da back.” And he closed the door.
I think I mentioned I was wearing a short sun dress. When I climbed into the Land Rover the vinyl seat stuck tight to my sweat soaked sundress and caused it slide up exposing my legs almost up to my panties. Honestly, in that heat and humidity the air on my legs felt good so I didn’t make any effort to cover them.
The passenger side floor of the truck contained several boxes and folders so that in order to sit comfortably I had cram both feet into a small space between the boxes and the door. When Desmond was settled in his seat and Jace was sitting in the bed of the truck with his back against the cab looking backward, Desmond explained the boxes and folders were full of important paperwork for the Vice Minister that couldn’t be safely put in the back of the truck. He made room on his side so that I could put one foot against the door and one on his side. This left me with my legs wide apart and the long gear shifter rising up out of the floor with the big black knob on its end pointing straight up between my knees at my crotch.
The symbolism was pretty impossible to ignore in that moment and Desmond chuckled deep in his gut an indication that he was well aware of it too. The engine roared to life, he clutched and drew the gear shifter hard back toward my pussy stopping inches from contact. We backed up and Desmond put us in gear then merged into the meager traffic on the highway. After an hour we turned off the main road onto a decently maintained gravel road.
Desmond’s big hand stayed on the gear shift as he progressed from first to fourth gear. When we reached our maximum safe speed, and as he dropped the truck into 4th gear his hand dropped to my bare white thigh. I don’t know why it didn’t startle me when that happened. I guess I figured in the tight space of the small truck cab there wasn’t really anywhere else for him to comfortably rest his hand. I looked down and saw his black hand contrasted against my pale white thigh. His fingertips slowly began to stroke my inner thigh sliding through the slippery film of sweat mixed with my precum. Then he drew his shiny wet black fingers to his nose, inhaled deeply and said, “White woman.” He held his wet fingers by his nose and inhaled deeply again before saying, “Black woman like sex but only when she wan pickny o udder ting from mon. White woman, she alway wan have sex.”
Desmond sucked on his fingers loudly, smiled his huge white-toothed grin at me and slid his hand back between my legs and began to gently stroke at my labia through my soaked panties. At first, I tried to close my legs but between the boxes and the gear shifter and his huge black paw between my thighs it was futile. I thought about screaming but I really wasn’t sure how that would go down. We were in a different country on a sparsely traveled road and Desmond was a big guy. You read about tourists in places like this being murdered all the time. And besides after six months with only own fingers and Slim Jim the vibrator, this was exactly what my aching pussy was craving. Maybe Desmond was right, “White woman always want sex.” Certainly, this white woman wanted sex right now. I slid across the seat so that I was leaning into the corner between the seat and door, put my left foot on the seat and opened my legs for him. The last thing I saw as I closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat was Jace grinning up at me from the back of the truck completely ******* that black man was about to slide his finger into my pussy.
Desmond was gentle but his finger was demanding. He stroked my clit lightly before sliding his thick finger between my labia. I don’t know if he was trying to torture me or what but he took his finger away just when I thought he was going to penetrate me with it and sucked at it greedily. “Unu tase soo good Miss Haley. So swee an sal unu pussy is.” Then he slipped his saliva-lubricated finger inside me while I pulled my panties out of the way for him. “White women alway wan have sex.” I thought to myself and I started cumming almost immediately releasing all the pent up horniness on Desmond’s huge finger as he buried it to the hilt in my pussy.
Stay tuned as Haley and Jace try to rekindle their relationship in the face of many dark distractions amid the beaches, jungles, and Mayan ruins of Belize.
Fortunately, I was wearing a short sundress that allowed the occasional sea breeze to cool my shoulders and flow up under it and cool my ass. Otherwise, I might have just melted into the asphalt before making it to the terminal with its rattling old window air conditioner that just barely made things tolerable.
At least, it didn’t take too long to clear customs. I was anxious to see my boyfriend Jace after months of separation. He had joined the Peace Corps after finishing college but I had another year to go at the time. I tried to convince him to wait but he needed to do this on his own, I guess. I was a little hurt but after he left I focused on school and friends, in the end, it hadn’t been that bad. Still, when the chance to visit him during winter break arose, my unattended pussy began to leak through my panties and I knew that I was hornier than I realized and desperately needed this trip.
If you don’t know, Belize sits just below Mexico’s Yucatán peninsula and right on the Caribbean Sea. The population consists of mostly black descendants of slaves brought there by the British to cut mahogany trees. Today, Belize is becoming a tourist destination for beach combing, reef snorkeling, diving, and visiting Mayan ruins. But in those days, things were still pretty rustic and there wasn’t much tourist development.
As soon as I exited the terminal, I saw Jace looking through a chain link fence that separated the airport compound from the outside world. He smiled and waved, it would have been impossible to miss him because he was the only white person in sight. We met at the gate and gave each other a long tight hug. I could feel his short thin cock straining against his jeans pressing into me. I was all ready to kiss him violently after so many months. But Jace held me at arm’s length and explained that Belizeans don’t appreciate public displays of affection and it would also make us look like tourists and easy marks for criminals if we start making out in public.
Jace took my bag and we walked hand in hand to the parking lot where an old blue and white Land Rover pickup truck with a faded stencil on the side identifying it as a Ministry of Social Services vehicle sat. A huge black man with several days beard stubble and bushy hair sat behind the wheel wearing a yellow tank top shirt occasionally dragging on a joint. As we neared, the driver climbed out of the truck. He was much more fit that he appeared from a distance easily standing 6’2” with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He took my heavy bag from Jace and lifted into the back of the the truck in one easy move, the bulging sinewy muscles of his arm rippling with the effort. Then he turned to me, his big thick lips parted in a friendly smile revealing two rows of straight white teeth that contrasted with his steel black skin. “Hallo, Miss Haley.” he crooned in a deep smooth Caribbean accent, “Ma name es Desmon. Mr. Jizz eh me tell all bout unu, bu eh no me tell unu soooo beautful.”
Honestly, I know it sounds really bad but before that I had never touched a black man before. It wasn’t racism. There just aren’t that many black people in the rural Midwest so I never had the chance to know any black men before. I looked down as he gently took the hand I offered to him. His huge black paw enveloped it gently and he slyly stroked my palm with the tip of his thick middle finger as his eyes devoured me starting with my blonde hair and emerald green eyes down to my tiny elfin chin, my small round breasts and finally our hands - mine pale and white with deep red painted nails and his dark and calloused. Our two distant worlds and lives colliding in a tropical airport parking lot.
I could feel my precum oozing from pussy mixing with tropical humidity sweat that had already begun to soak my panties. As Desmond released my hand, after what seemed like minutes, I felt the drops of my sweaty lust trickle down my inner thigh toward my knee. What the fuck was going on, I thought. And quickly chalked it up to being so fucking horny after months without sex. That’s really all I had been able to think about for days. Sometimes it was sex with Jace that I pictured but other times it was just sex. Raw sex with faceless lovers as my vibrator tunneled into my pussy giving me release but never satisfaction.
Jace explained that the Vice Minister had allowed Desmond to use the ministry truck to pick me up from the airport because he was going to the city anyway to deliver some business items. Normally, Jace explained we would have had to take a taxi to the airport and a bus to the capital city, Belmopan, where he lived.
We walked to the passenger door and Desmond opened it chivalrously for me. It was a really old time truck with a very short narrow seat. After helping me inside, Desmond turned to Jace, shrugged and said, “Sorry Mr. Jizz. Ony haf room fa two people. You wan haffa ride da back.” And he closed the door.
I think I mentioned I was wearing a short sun dress. When I climbed into the Land Rover the vinyl seat stuck tight to my sweat soaked sundress and caused it slide up exposing my legs almost up to my panties. Honestly, in that heat and humidity the air on my legs felt good so I didn’t make any effort to cover them.
The passenger side floor of the truck contained several boxes and folders so that in order to sit comfortably I had cram both feet into a small space between the boxes and the door. When Desmond was settled in his seat and Jace was sitting in the bed of the truck with his back against the cab looking backward, Desmond explained the boxes and folders were full of important paperwork for the Vice Minister that couldn’t be safely put in the back of the truck. He made room on his side so that I could put one foot against the door and one on his side. This left me with my legs wide apart and the long gear shifter rising up out of the floor with the big black knob on its end pointing straight up between my knees at my crotch.
The symbolism was pretty impossible to ignore in that moment and Desmond chuckled deep in his gut an indication that he was well aware of it too. The engine roared to life, he clutched and drew the gear shifter hard back toward my pussy stopping inches from contact. We backed up and Desmond put us in gear then merged into the meager traffic on the highway. After an hour we turned off the main road onto a decently maintained gravel road.
Desmond’s big hand stayed on the gear shift as he progressed from first to fourth gear. When we reached our maximum safe speed, and as he dropped the truck into 4th gear his hand dropped to my bare white thigh. I don’t know why it didn’t startle me when that happened. I guess I figured in the tight space of the small truck cab there wasn’t really anywhere else for him to comfortably rest his hand. I looked down and saw his black hand contrasted against my pale white thigh. His fingertips slowly began to stroke my inner thigh sliding through the slippery film of sweat mixed with my precum. Then he drew his shiny wet black fingers to his nose, inhaled deeply and said, “White woman.” He held his wet fingers by his nose and inhaled deeply again before saying, “Black woman like sex but only when she wan pickny o udder ting from mon. White woman, she alway wan have sex.”
Desmond sucked on his fingers loudly, smiled his huge white-toothed grin at me and slid his hand back between my legs and began to gently stroke at my labia through my soaked panties. At first, I tried to close my legs but between the boxes and the gear shifter and his huge black paw between my thighs it was futile. I thought about screaming but I really wasn’t sure how that would go down. We were in a different country on a sparsely traveled road and Desmond was a big guy. You read about tourists in places like this being murdered all the time. And besides after six months with only own fingers and Slim Jim the vibrator, this was exactly what my aching pussy was craving. Maybe Desmond was right, “White woman always want sex.” Certainly, this white woman wanted sex right now. I slid across the seat so that I was leaning into the corner between the seat and door, put my left foot on the seat and opened my legs for him. The last thing I saw as I closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat was Jace grinning up at me from the back of the truck completely ******* that black man was about to slide his finger into my pussy.
Desmond was gentle but his finger was demanding. He stroked my clit lightly before sliding his thick finger between my labia. I don’t know if he was trying to torture me or what but he took his finger away just when I thought he was going to penetrate me with it and sucked at it greedily. “Unu tase soo good Miss Haley. So swee an sal unu pussy is.” Then he slipped his saliva-lubricated finger inside me while I pulled my panties out of the way for him. “White women alway wan have sex.” I thought to myself and I started cumming almost immediately releasing all the pent up horniness on Desmond’s huge finger as he buried it to the hilt in my pussy.Stay tuned as Haley and Jace try to rekindle their relationship in the face of many dark distractions amid the beaches, jungles, and Mayan ruins of Belize.
