Free Sex, Secrets and South Beach by Méta Smith

could take flight any
moment and whisk them off to paradise. Momentarily, she forgot
about her obsession with Fuzzy.
    They parked the Rover on a small patch
of road surrounded by huge coconut palm trees and strolled along
the sand of Magen’s Bay. Desiree stared out at the ocean, playing
with her hair as it blew in the wind. She arched her back and
allowed her sarong to blow off, knowing Fuzzy had his eye on her.
The padded bra of the top made her look curvier and womanly; the
thong cut of the bottom accentuated her ass. She looked seductively
over her shoulder.
    "Come on, Ginny." She reached out for
Ginger's hand, and they ran down the beach and off toward the
water.
    "I peeped that, you know," Ginger told
her, referring to her magically disappearing sarong.
    "I know," Desiree replied. "I'm gonna
ignore his ass. But right about now I know I look too good to
ignore. He's used to bitches sweating him, so I'm going to be a
challenge."
    "Now you're thinking. I know you gonna
get up in them pockets, though."
    "Oh, I'm gonna get it all. Not cuz I
want it so bad, but because that nigga had the nerve to act like he
ain't know who I am! You supposed to bow down in the presence of a
queen and serve me properly. Now he's gotta get taxed. Shit, he
coulda had some free pussy. Fuckin' around calling me skinny,
ignoring me and shit," Desiree rambled.
    Ginger laughed and splashed water at
her. They frolicked in the waves, and when Desiree was satisfied
that she was sufficiently wet and had jiggled and bounced and
flaunted her body enough to have captured Fuzzy's full attention
and desire, she and Ginger tossed the guys a camera and posed
seductively; prolonging the tease. They even removed their bikinis
and took some nude shots. Desiree could tell by the bulge in
Fuzzy's shorts that he was ripe and ready for the picking. But she
continued to play it cool.
    When they returned to the guesthouse,
Fuzzy asked Desiree if he could stay and take her to
dinner.
    "Sure. You think I need to eat a
little more anyway, don't you?"
    "So Ginger tell you what I say, eh?"
His rich voice caressed her ears, breaking down her
defenses.
    "Yeah, she did. But she didn't have to
say shit. You've been playing me since I got here. I can tell you
aren't feeling me." Desiree played innocent. She knew the effect
she was finally having on Fuzzy.
    "Nah, it's not that. You cover
everything up with baggy clothes."
    "You could have seen more if you came
to Red's," she replied suggestively.
    "Well, what about now? Can I see more
now?" Fuzzy licked his lips. Desiree answered his question by
slowly peeling off her moist swimsuit. She stood before him
nude.
    "You got a fat monkey to be a little
gal," he said, referring to her genitalia.
    "It bites too," she said, giggling.
Fuzzy walked over to her and placed his hand gently but firmly on
her pussy.
    "Owww," he groaned.
    Even his groans have an
accent , Desiree thought as she threw her
head back and surrendered to his touch. Fuzzy stroked her into a
frenzy, then pulled his hand away right when she was on the brink
of climaxing.
    "Lay down," he ordered. Desiree
obliged. Fuzzy spread her legs and tasted her.
    Desiree and Fuzzy never made it out to
dinner. But he feasted on her body until she couldn't move and the
bed had crashed through the frame and lay crooked on the
floor.

Chapter
5

    G inger and Desiree arrived at the Miami Lakes home tanned and tired. Desiree and Fuzzy had spent the
rest of her stay in St. Thomas together, smoking, fucking, and
shopping. Nose wide open, Fuzzy lavished gifts on her from Ralph
Lauren and Versace and had copped her a few pieces from a local
jeweler. She had a pair of diamond studs, a tennis bracelet, and a
Colombian emerald ring. Desiree, sprung off the gifts and the dick,
sucked and fucked Fuzzy until he couldn't get it up
anymore.
    "Did you have fun?" Ginger finally
asked as she kicked her shoes off at the door, dropped her bags,
and flopped on the couch.
    "Hell yeah!" Desiree enthused,