Brenda and The Mango Man - Sex Stories

Brenda and The Mango Man

Brenda lay baking under the midday Caribbean sun, fantasising about black cock as she often did these days. A shadow appeared and Brenda turned her head, opened an eye - wincing a little against the bright sunshine, It was the Mango Man. ‘Hey! - warm enough for you?” ‘Hi, yes, maybe a little too warm! have you sold all you mango’s?’ she asked in a well spoken voice. ‘Every last one maam’ the man smiled extravagantly and pointing to his empty sack. ‘Where do you get them from?’ ‘There is a grove about 3 miles down the coast. I’m going there this afternoon to get more, why don’t you come with me?’ Brenda thought for a second, decided that she probably had spent enough time sunbathing and just fantasising and agreed. ‘OK, see you at 2 over by that boat’ and pointed towards a small brightly coloured boat moored 5 meters or so offshore. He smiled, winked and left. At 2.15, Brenda was sitting at the front of the boat as it bounced gently over the Caribbean sea. The views were amazing, she took in the salty air and felt the strong breeze in her hair. She carried a small yellow beach bag which contained sun cream, towel, water, hat, book (a Peter James), a purse, camera and swimming goggles. They reached their destination twenty minutes later. As the boat was about to reach the shore the man jumped out of the boat and tied it to a small post about two meters from shore. Brenda removed her shoes and stepped into the sea, she splashed through the shallow water and reached the shore. ...

... Looking around she took in the beauty of the location. What a perfect place to fuck she naughtily thought to herself. It was a sheltered natural bay and not a sole was to be seen apart from herself and Max, who had introduced himself during the trip. The sand was brilliant white, the sea a pale turquoise colour and it was surrounded by a deep green forest comprising palm trees and an assortment of other exotic plants. Max disappeared into the greenery with his sack, while Brenda lay her beach towel out, stripped down to a yellow bikini and settled down to read her book and soak up some more rays. Still nobody appeared, this really was the most secluded beach imaginable. She removed her bikini and read her book. Half an hour later Brenda decided to take a closer look at some of the exotic plants, replacing her bikini and putting on her sandals she strolled over to take a closer look at the flowers on the edge of the beach. There was a multitude of brightly coloured plants, particularly prevalent were: bird of paradise, cannas, banana plants. She examined them closely, stroking some leaves gently, enjoying the sensation of the slightly different textures, smells and colours. Brenda took some photos and went back to lying in the sun. Checking her watch, she realised that Max has been gone well over an hour, thinking to herself that she never realised it would take so long to pick a few mangoes. Despite being 3.30 the sun was still extremely hot, so to cool off she went for a swim. ...