Kingston Heat
"American tourist Marcus finds himself stranded in Kingston during a storm, but his thick Jamaican hostess Shanice shows him Caribbean hospitality goes far beyond shelter from the rain."
The rain came down like God was angry with Jamaica. Marcus huddled under the awning of the guesthouse, his vacation plans thoroughly ruined.
"Yuh cyaan stand out there all night, handsome."
He turned. She filled the doorway like a vision—thick thighs, wide hips, breasts straining against her sundress. Her skin was dark chocolate, glistening with the humidity.
"I'm Shanice. Come inside before yuh catch yuh death."
Her guesthouse was small but warm. She handed him a towel and a glass of rum punch that nearly took his head off.
"Strong, eh?" She laughed, that body shaking in all the right places. "Jamaican rum nuh play."
"Neither do Jamaican women, I'm guessing."
Her eyes sparkled. "Yuh guess right."
The power went out. Candles came out. More rum. They sat close, too close.
"Yuh have a woman back home?" she asked.
"Not anymore."
"Good." Her hand found his thigh. "Because mi been looking at yuh all evening, wondering what a tall American man taste like."
"Maybe you should find out."
She kissed him with hunger, her full lips demanding everything. That thick body pressed against him, soft and warm and intoxicating.
"Bedroom," she breathed. "Now."
He carried her there, hands full of that magnificent ass. She wrapped those thick thighs around him, moaning into his neck.
"Yes, daddy. Show mi what yuh working with."
What followed was a masterclass in Caribbean passion. Shanice moved like the music that drifted in from somewhere—rhythmic, hypnotic, her thick body riding waves of pleasure.
"Harder! Yes! Jus' like dat!"
Her patwa grew thicker as she got closer, until she was screaming words Marcus didn't understand but felt in his soul.
The storm raged all night. So did they.
By morning, Marcus had learned more about Jamaica than any tour could teach.
"Stay another week," Shanice murmured against his chest.
"I'll stay as long as you want me."
She climbed on top of him again. "Then we better make good use of the time."
Outside, the sun was finally breaking through. Inside, the heat was just getting started.