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The long flight from England was over. We had cleared customs after landing at Tenerife. I had been struck by how unfriendly the customs people were here. Not that they are all that friendly everywhere else. We had been warned that the police and government officials here did not pander to tourists. If you had something to say to them, you had best be able to get by in Spanish. For the most part they did not speak English and had no patience with tourists.
We were received much more cordially by the staff at the hotel and check-in went quickly. We were anxious to do a little sightseeing. But it had been a long day and since we had two weeks to spend here we decided to get a little rest and a decent meal and start exploring tomorrow.
It was July. We had heard that the nights were mild here. But the days were quite hot. The air conditioning in our room was very welcome. The average high temperatures on this volcanic atoll were in the mid nineties in July, just a bit warmer than we were used to on our island. But it was 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 had been a long day and we had both been so excited about our trip that we had not slept 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 was not exaggerating.
I am twenty-four, six feet tall. I am reasonably good looking and considered personable. I keep in shape and I have a slightly larger than average seven inch cock.
We are fairly adventurous sexually, but not promiscuous. Jenny has only been with four other men before me. I have only been with six women before her. We have, on occasion, made love outside in places where it was possible that someone might see us; at the movies, in the park, in our car, and even in the stairway to our apartment.
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 that 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, she 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 that Jenny is far above average. She is 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 was a little late for dinner and too early for clubbing so the streets were not all that crowded. It was a pleasant walk. We did notice something that we were not used to. A rather large number of the people that were out and about were black people.
We are 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 wasn't as if you could go days without seeing a person of color in our town. There just seemed to be so many more of them here.
I noticed that Jenny seemed uncomfortable. But she didn't say anything. I didn't either. We were, after all, not much more than a stone's throw from Africa. We were 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 and 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 was almost, not entirely, but almost private. There were a few other rooms that had a view of our balcony. But I didn't see anyone who was in a position to observe us. Since Jenny had been drinking most of the day I thought that 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 wasn't drunk. We had enjoyed a couple of drinks on the plane and a couple more with dinner, and now the wine. She wasn't drunk. But she was 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 was all very romantic.
We drank half of the wine and then we went to bed and made love. Then we fell asleep listening to the ocean. The beach was 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 was really getting into the spirit of things and seemed to actually be looking forward to wearing the little outfits that we were buying.
We finally started hitting the beach on the fourth day. Jenny took one look around, saw all of the topless women on the beach and took her top off immediately. I didn't even have to suggest it!
It was not the first time she had been topless at the beach. But we didn't get the opportunity that often. England is not famous for its sunny beaches. There is a reason for that.
I confess that I had mixed emotions about seeing her sunbathing topless. I loved the way her breasts looked when they were that almost glow in the dark white and contrasted so starkly with her tanned body. On the other hand, I loved seeing her breasts exposed and I loved the idea that the other men on the beach were checking her out and admiring her beautiful body.
My enjoyment of it probably stemmed from our puritanical upbringing. But I wasn't here to be analyzed. I just took it for what it was, a typical, immature male appreciation for the female form.
I also could tell that, despite her apparent lack of concern, she was self conscious about being bare breasted, at least at first. And probably for the reason stated above, I got a kick out of that.
We are 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 lost that stark white quality. But they still contrasted nicely with her tanned torso.
We had begun 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 and sit in the shade of an umbrella where we would relax and read and do a little people watching. This gave Jenny a chance to try on those sexy bathing suits she had 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 of 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 of the men get while they are 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 that the locals went to with one of the best bands that they had ever heard. They were actually raving about how great the club was 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 that we stick to the tourist areas and play it safe. Jenny, however, was feeling adventurous and all but demanded that we try it out. She had come to feel safe as we traveled around the island and she wanted to have a little adventure. Against my better judgment we decided to try it out the next night.
That was how we came to be in a taxi the next night on our way to Banana Man's. The driver looked at me funny when I told him that was our destination. But I didn't think anything of it.
The club was outside of the city. It was 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. Everyone was very friendly here and we felt safe wherever we went. Still, I was a little uncomfortable when we went inside and saw that more than half of the crowd was black, far more. In fact, there were hardly any other white people in the club.
But we were not 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 aside from us. But we were there and it didn't look threatening. We looked at each other and decided to give it a shot. We struggled through the crowd and finally found a table and managed to order some drinks.
The band was as good as we had been told and the dance floor was crowded. I looked around and didn't see anyone else that looked like tourists. But everyone that 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. The fact that we were 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 saw all the attention that Jenny was 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 danced more than I did when we went out and I always loved to watch her out on the dance floor. So I encouraged her not to be shy and to dance when she felt like it.
After she had 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 had 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 sitting with 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.
Three drinks appeared at our table and the black man introduced himself, though it was so loud in the club that I was not sure I understood his name correctly. It sounded like he said his name was Harold. But he didn'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 were in a club full of black people and he was a rather large black man. I was 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 enjoyed watching Jenny dance. But I was also concerned about Harold.
But they 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 that covered her breasts looked looser now.
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