Chapter 1: Arrival

After a long set of flights and a jeep ride I was knackered, Emily looked worn out too. I knew that this was how most holidays started, as such I wasn’t complaining. Simply ready to power down as quickly as possible. Lucky that started very quickly as we exited the jeep that had just pulled into what I can only describe as a space port.

The website had made it look impressive but seeing it in person gave me an entire different level of perspective. It was a huge, single story, glass building. I knew that inside it were plush rooms, filled with marble and gold. Somewhere there was a balcony that overlooked the valley behind it, there were pools, a restaurant, a spa and a suite with our name on it. Somehow this futuristic building would have looked perfect on the moon but it also fit into the current surroundings perfectly. A true architect had dreamt this up, just looking at it filled me with pride for being able to afford to come here.

Turning round to help sort out our baggage, I was very pleasantly surprised to not see it. Something told me that they had it in hand, again more pride that I didn’t need to worry about trivial stuff like that now. I was starting to relax already.

Emily was swiftly greeted by someone from the complex who was instantly welcoming us and asking if we would like a drink or if they could help with anything. Everyone just about spoke English and they all had huge full smiles of gleaming white teeth that really stood out against their coal back skin. I certainly wasn’t a racist but everyone here was the blackest of black, not something I was used to from rural England. They all exuded a calm, content, relaxed nature that instantly permeated into my soul. Even before we were shown to our suite I felt my muscles relax and my mind powering down.

One of the draws of this complex was its proximity to a native village. It all sounded a bit fake and touristy but everything about this place was done right so I thought there was a possibility that they’d somehow make it work. The complex and the suites were state of the art, pristine and I could now see were sort of overlooking some of the village. There was a huge viewing balcony that looked out across a valley, off to the right was the start of the village. I couldn’t wait to get down to see it. The overall view was colossal, it felt like you could see hundreds of miles into the distance.

There was a sort of uniform that everyone at the complex wore, a smart white t-shirt and black shorts. Nothing sexual about it, nothing too tight, it left you relaxed. That was until our guides turned up to introduce themselves.

I guessed it was two natives from the village, a man and woman named Hibo and Nia. They were of course all smiles, with broken English but easy enough to understand. It was their getup that got my attention, well his really. He had to be nearly 7 foot tall and was simply all muscle. I instantly imagined going for a run with him, me with a heart rate at 150 bpm and him keeping up at under 100, hardly breaking a sweat. I could picture him on the cover of a magazine, ‘The Perfect Man’. Fuck I almost drooled over him, before I shook my head to wake myself up. God only knows what Emily thought of him.

A quick glance in her direction saw her politely talking to Nia. He’d not caught her attention? I guess I should be pleased? Looking back at him, I realised that he was simply eye candy, he wasn’t saying much. Just standing there with a necklace and shorts on. The shorts were a little strange, not jeans and not made of cotton like the ones I had on. I guessed some sort of half traditional and half modern blend and I wondered if that was part of the uniform for the villagers? They were very tight and small, his bulge looked like comedy socks, I’d swear I could make out the ridge on his glans. I had to stop staring at his shorts.

I even wondered if he’d been oiled up or something, the way his chest was glistening. I’d swear that he knew I was watching and was flexing everything, his muscles rippling under my gaze. And not like those weight lifters in gyms that had veins popping everywhere. This was just tight, solid, black, skin pulled over an amazing physique. I smiled at him and turned to Nia.

She had her hair in braids or something, with coloured beads every now and then. A beautiful face, perfect skin, a lovely giggle, it made me feel something. Not attraction but more admiration and awe. She was short and had at least some fat on her, not like him. Though the fat was very nicely proportioned, nice thick thighs, wide hips, decent sized boobs. Certainly, not overweight, but not skinny and all muscle-bound, carrying it all very well.