Chapter 1

The long flight from England was over. We cleared customs after landing at the airport on Tenerife. I had been struck by how unfriendly the customs people are here. Not that they’re all that friendly everywhere else. We had been warned that the police and government officials here don’t pander to tourists. If you have something to say to them, you had best be able to get by in Spanish. For the most part speak very little English and have no patience with tourists.

We were received much more cordially by the staff at the hotel and check-in went quickly. We’re anxious to do a little sightseeing but it has been a long day and since we have two weeks to spend here we decided to get a little rest and a decent meal and start exploring tomorrow.

It’s July. We have heard that the nights are mild here but the days are quite hot. The efficient air conditioning in our room was very welcome. The average high temperatures on this volcanic atoll off the coast of Africa are in the mid-nineties in July, just a bit warmer than we’re used to on the island where we live but it’s made bearable by the sea breezes.

Jenny 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 has been a long day and we were both so excited about our trip we didn’t sleep well last night.

I never tired of watching my beautiful girlfriend undress. Jenny is twenty-three, blonde, with beautiful blue eyes and stands five feet, seven inches tall, due in large part to her long, slender, perfectly shaped legs. Her perfect breasts are C cups, topped by sensitive, light pink nipples. She has a perfect ass. And no, I am not referring to myself when I say that. She shaves her pussy, and we both like it that way. I think it improves the flavor. You might have noticed that the word perfect popped up a lot in that description. I’m not exaggerating.

I’m twenty-four, six feet tall. I’m reasonably good looking and considered personable. I keep in shape and I have a slightly larger than average cock at slightly more than seven inches. The precise measurement varies slightly depending on who’d doing the measuring and how excited I am at the moment.

We are fairly adventurous sexually, but not promiscuous. Jenny has only been with four other men before me. I have only been with six girls, and then women as I grew too old to be messing around with girls, before her. We have, on occasion, made love outside in places where it was possible someone might see us; at the movies, in the park, in our car, and even in the stairway to our apartment building.

We both enjoy oral sex and Jenny has no qualms about swallowing. We have also played around with her flashing other men. She was reluctant. She wouldn’t do it if I didn’t encourage her. 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 who 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 even though she gives the appearance of going along reluctantly, her tight little pussy is always quite wet after flashing someone, either on the road or perhaps in a restaurant. I think she enjoys it more than she lets on.

We are both considered to be attractive and we both exercise regularly and are quite fit. Jenny has a Government job, working with troubled youth. I work in a bank. We are just your average young adult couple. Well, perhaps a bit above average. In fact, there is no doubt Jenny is far above average. She’s very sexy and very beautiful. I sometimes find myself watching her when she isn’t aware and wondering how I ever got so lucky.

We took a nap and when we awoke we were both hungry. We dressed and went downstairs to the front desk. We asked about a nice place to eat and received 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’s a little late for dinner and a little too early for clubbing so the streets weren’t all that crowded. It was a pleasant walk. We did notice something we’re not used to. A rather large number of the people who are out and about are black people. Not unexpected, of course. But unfamiliar. I expect it will take us a day or two to get accustomed to it.

We’re from a fairly large city in England, nearly half a million people. But the vast majority of the population of our city is white. There are Pakistani and Indian enclaves in town, and even a small Asian community. We also have a growing black community, especially immigrants from Nigeria. It isn’t as if we go days without seeing a person of color in our town. There just seem to be so many more of them here.

I noticed that Jenny seems uncomfortable but she didn’t say anything. I didn’t either. We are, after all, not much more than a stone’s throw from Africa. We’re just going to have to adjust.

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 for the meal, 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. When it came we sat out on the balcony overlooking the hotel pool, sipped our wine and relaxed.

As we drank I noticed that our balcony is almost, not entirely, but almost private. There are a few other rooms with a view of our balcony. But I don’t see anyone on those balconies in a position to observe us. Since Jenny has been drinking most of the day I thought I might be able to talk her into taking her clothes off and relaxing naked, the way I like her best.

Don’t misunderstand, she isn’t drunk. We enjoyed a couple of drinks on the plane and a couple more with dinner, and now the wine. She isn’t drunk. But she’s definitely feeling mellow.

I was right! I easily teased her into taking off her clothing. She sat beside me in the dark and I rested my hand on her thigh. We sipped wine, watched the scantily clad couples splashing around quietly in the pool below and listened to the nearby ocean. It’s all very romantic.

We drank half the wine and then we went to bed and made love. After cuddling and talking quietly for a while we fell asleep listening to the ocean. The beach is just across the road from our hotel. It was a great first day.

The next few days were spent exploring the island. It was fascinating, though we saw all of the bananas that we ever wanted to see. Tourism and bananas are the mainstays of the Tenerife economy.

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 also bought a few sexy outfits for Jenny to wear when we started hitting the clubs at night. Of course we had to get her a couple of sexy new bathing suits. I was happy to see that she’s really getting into the spirit of things and seemed to actually be looking forward to wearing the little outfits we bought.

We finally started hitting the beach on the fourth day. Jenny took one look around, saw all the topless women on the beach and took her top off immediately. I didn’t even have to suggest it!

It isn’t the first time she has been topless at the beach. But we don’t get the opportunity that often. England is not famous for its sunny beaches. There’s a reason for that.

I confess I have mixed emotions about seeing her sunbathing topless. I love the way her breasts look when they’re that almost glow in the dark white and contrast so starkly with her tanned body. On the other hand, it really excites me to see her perfect breasts exposed and I love the idea that the other men on the beach are checking her out and admiring her beautiful body.

My enjoyment probably stems from our puritanical upbringing. But I’m not here to be analyzed. I just took it for what it is, a typical, immature male appreciation for the female form. I can’t deny it’s all the more exciting because, despite her apparent lack of concern, she’s self-conscious about being bare breasted, at least she was at first.

We’re both fair skinned people. We slathered on the suntan lotion and avoided the beach during the hottest part of the day. By the end of the second day of going to the beach her breasts had begun to lose that stark white quality. But they still contrast nicely with her tanned torso.

We quickly began to fall into a regular schedule. We slept late in the morning. When we got up we would have a light breakfast and then go to the beach for a couple of hours. After a couple of hours in the hot sun we ate a light lunch somewhere near the beach or we would go back and clean up and go somewhere nice for lunch, depending on our mood.

After lunch we would go back to the hotel and relax for a while. We would often take a book and go down to the pool. We’d relax, sit in the shade of an umbrella, read and do a little people watching. This gave Jenny a chance to try on those sexy bathing suits she bought earlier. They looked great on her and we found that service at the pool was excellent, probably because of those suits she was wearing.

After relaxing around the pool we would often take a short nap and then get ready for the evening. Jenny would put on something light and sexy and we would head out for dinner. After a good meal it was off to a club for dancing. We both enjoy dancing and I enjoy watching Jenny dance with others, too. Once she has had a couple of drinks she can get pretty flirty and it’s fun to watch her driving the men nuts when she gets out there and really lets go.

Just like all the other men in the place, I love to watch her move in those tiny little skirts and loose-fitting tops. It never fails to excite me. Or her! She gets just as turned on being the center of attention as all the men get while they’re watching her.

We had been to several clubs and had a great time when, halfway through the second week of our stay, we were standing outside of the club waiting for a taxi to take us back to our hotel. We were talking with another couple from the UK and they mentioned a great little club the locals frequent. They swore the place has one of the best bands they’ve ever heard. They were actually raving about how great the club is and how much fun they had there.

It was too late to go that night. But they told us the name of the club and urged us to give it a try. I thought it better we stick to the tourist areas and play it safe. Jenny, however, was feeling adventurous and all but demanded we try it out. She has come to feel safe as we traveled around the island and she wanted to have a little adventure. Against my better judgment, and I made it clear how I felt about it, I agreed to try it out the next night.

That was how we came to be in a taxi the next night on our way to The Banana Man’s. The driver looked at me funny when I told him our destination. That didn’t do anything to reduce my concerns. But I didn’t say anything. Jenny is probably right and I’m being silly. With the exception of the customs officers who processed us onto the island, everyone we’ve come into contact with has been warm and friendly. And after all, it’s her vacation, too. She’s gone out of her way to humor my whims since we arrived. There’s no reason I can’t do this for her.

The club is located just a short distance outside of the city. It’s all by itself at the end of a long dirt road. We heard the loud music long before we could see the club. We had gotten much more comfortable about being with the locals by now. Even though we’ve felt safe wherever we went since arrived on the island I can’t help feeling a little uncomfortable when we went inside and saw that by far the vast majority of the crowd is black. In fact, there are hardly any other white people in the club.

We aren’t the only white faces in the crowd. We looked around and saw the occasional white woman with a black man. In fact, thinking back I can’t recall another white couple in the club, just Jenny and me. But we’re here and the place doesn’t look threatening. We looked at each other and decided to give it a shot. We struggled through the crowd until we finally found an empty table. We sat down and despite the large crowd we quickly managed to order drinks.

The band was as good as we had been told and the dance floor was crowded. I looked around but didn’t see anyone else who looked like tourists. Since we seem to be the only white couple in the place I didn’t expect. But everyone we saw was happy and smiling and having fun and the music was great. Before long we began to relax and enjoy the tropical atmosphere. Once we calmed down the fact that we’re very nearly the only white people in the club kind of added to the spirit of adventure.

We ordered drinks and we danced a little. I couldn’t help but notice all the attention Jenny is attracting and I felt pretty damned proud. Jenny had several invitations to dance in between our dances and at first she declined them. But she always dances more than I do when we go out and I always love to watch her out on the dance floor. So I encouraged her not to be shy and to dance if she feels like it.

After she finished her second drink and loosened up a bit she finally accepted an invitation to dance from a tall, very good-looking black man. She has never danced with a black man before. But he was a skilled dancer and soon they were the center of attention on the dance floor. Her little skirt was flipping up and showing off a little flash of panty from time to time and her long, beautiful legs were on display. She really looked hot out there, though it did seem strange to see her so totally surrounded by black people like that.

They danced through three songs and then the band took a break. The man brought Jenny back to the table and somehow ended up joining us and talking, mostly with Jenny.

It was kind of funny the way he managed it. He had not been invited to join us. And he didn’t ask. He just kind of was there the way a cat can sometimes ooze into your lap without you even realizing it.

Three drinks appeared at our table and the black man introduced himself, though it was so loud in the club I wasn’t sure I understood his name correctly. It sounded like he said his name was Harold but he doesn’t look like a Harold.

We drank our drinks and Jenny and Harold talked. I couldn’t hear what was being said so I just watched Jenny. She seemed nervous about having him there. It appeared as though she wished he would leave but couldn’t bring herself to tell him that. She looked at me meaningfully several times. But we’re in a club full of black people and he’s a rather large black man. I’m not anxious to offend him.

They finished their drinks and he coaxed Jenny back out onto the dance floor for several more dances. He was apparently teaching her some of the local dances and there seemed to be an inordinate amount of touching involved. I tried watching them. As I said, I enjoy watching Jenny dance. But I’m becoming increasingly concerned about Harold.

Jenny and Harold were quickly swallowed up by the crowd on the dance floor. Except for a glimpse now and then, they were out of sight. Jenny’s white face was lost in that sea of black faces.

They returned after several more dances and sat back down across the table from me. Her dress looked, I don’t know, rumpled I guess. She was showing a lot of cleavage and the narrow triangles of material covering her breasts look looser now.

More drinks appeared and two more black men suddenly sat down, one on either side of me. They talked loudly with Harold in a language that we didn’t understand. They were all smiles though and they seemed very friendly.