Thread: A Perfect Honeymoon on Mandingo Island {darkest_fate&XNarrated}

Brent couldn't help but notice as well, what just so happened to catch his wife's attention. It was a bit peculiar to see so many black people all in one place, working. He wasn't sure if it made him feel uneasy because it eerily reminded him of some scene from a movie about slavery, or if he was just uncomfortable being around this many black people. They were, after all in the Caribbean, so really it shouldn't have been much of a shock to see, it just wasn't what the two of them were use to seeing. He did remember talking to Mychal-Davius, about this place---he told Brent, did Mychal-Davius--- This is place is supposed to be brilliant, absolutely state of the art, but at the same time completely remote and shut off from the outside world, and the best part is the architect, the developer, the businesses, and even the employees, everyone involved in this venture so far is black... It just jumped back into his memory. This resort was looking to expand and build some more units on the west side of the island, they had one Ocean View Paradise Villa unit built and open to the public, it was a sort of show villa for what could be. That was another 45 min car ride to that place, and unfortunately the roads and everything along the way, Brent had over heard are still under construction, the whole island was in a way, still under construction that was supposed to be part of the charm, the fixer upper spot that has lots of potential. But none of that mattered to him right now, because none of that mattered to his pouty-faced, newly minted bride, Mrs. McClay a sweet little red bombshell that was about to explode because all her luggage she meticulously packed for this once in a life time vacation and celebration of a new life together, was lost, stolen, or misplaced and she was not happy about it. Brent named dropped his client Mychal-Davius, and insisted they they do something about the dilemma, but the concierges informed them the island is truly remote, so they don't currently have stores to go shopping in, even though by the end of next year they plan to have all the designer boutiques Louise Vuitton, Guccie, Balenciega, etc. Or so that was in the orientation video that they had playing on a loop all the while they rode over to the other side of the island to this honeymoon villa. It's a good thing that you luggage did get lost Honey-pooh, I mean jeez, we barely have any space as it is right now to fit us all with my luggage, it was 5 of them tightly sandwiched in some kind of yellow monstrosity for a motor vehicle. YELLOW MONSTROSITY Brent just so happened to be the biggest, at 5 foot 9 inches tall and 235 lbs he was what they'd like to call a little chubby, to say the least, even though Brent played racquetball twice a week at the elite fitness club, and he swims, and he trains, but for some reason Brent has trouble trimming down and toning up. He and the dog, and the luggage rode in the back, Ashleigh however, and her carry on bag, and the three Caribbean boys all rode in the front. She literally had nothing else but what she had on, maybe she had one pair of emergency panties. Brent understood that he wasn't just dong this for Mychal-Davius as an agent, but he was doing this as a best friend from childhood, and a trusted adviser, plus he really wanted to show him a nice time, but things were not off to a good start. While Brent, the dog, and all the luggae was mostly in the back, Ashleigh, and three young island boys rode upfront. the space was so closely confined, Ashleigh ended up having to sit on another boy's lap, just so all of them could fit. It was either lap up, or take two trips, and with a nasty little storm brewing, the locals said it was best to get settled in for the evening as soon as possible. Brent's back was too the car carriage upfront, so he could not see that his new wife was nestled nicely in between 3 young, strapping, muscular teenage black island boys. The ride was bumpy and harsh on the unpaved road, making for an interesting journey. The one boy, Matoh'a ma-tow-ah held Ashleigh tight by her thighs with one hand, and firmly against her stomach with the other. He was 15, and could feel her abdomen tense up with ever wave of shock that jolted the entire wagon full. Matoh'a was right on her back, his crotch rubbing against her buttocks, her inner thigh, he could press his forehead against her back and lay his face in her luscious red mane with golden tips, getting a good whiff of her scent, the aroma was arousing. The boys began to speak to one another in their own language, so the foreign whites could not understand. From what he could tell, they were arriving soon, at least that's what the video had said. One gigantic villa, 5 separate residences, what more could go wrong, this was supposed to be an island paradise, things had to get better from here on out, right, Brent asked himself sitting in the back of the jeep. While all the bodies jerked and bounced to and fro at the mercy of the unpaved road, Matoh'a skinny, black, long finger began to sway side to side, and claw gently as her leg, a subtle caressing of her limbs, did she notice, or would it go unsuspected...