Year 1978, place Barbados. After a morning dive we took a taxi intending to go back to our hotel. The driver a big black man who looked to be 35 to 40. The vehicle a vintage 57 Chevrolet Nomad wagon. The exterior fair with some surface rust, too be expected on an island surrounded by saltwater. The interior looked like it just came off the showroom floor. The guy offered to take us around to the best beaches that were almost private, not the tourists spots. Half day guided for thirty dollars American.
We went by the hotel, dropped off our diving gear and hit the road. He pointed out every spot of interest we passed. A little local bar with the best home-made rum on the island he said. We all went in for a *******. Wow that rum was triple the alcohol level of store bought. Great taste and it burned all the way down. Good thing it was in punch, a straight shot would have been like drinking turpentine. We hit the road again to a great beach with only three other people. Then on to a more secluded beach on roads like a jeep track, but that wagon went right down them.
We had to walk through some vegetation and there was only one other vehicle out there. There on the beach I noticed three black guys at the far end. A beautiful beach about ¼ mile long. We walked in the warm water towards where those other guys were sitting on the sand. The driver had been giving me the eye from the moment he picked us up from the dive boat. We exchanged looks and flirted at the hotel when my guy took the dive gear to our room. We were much closer to the guys and I realized they had been in that little bar where we got those drinks. All in their 20’s this I knew was planned. The object unknown, but I thought robbery or sex. The driver knew we did not have much cash and no credit cards. I remembered the looks they gave me at the bar. It was like a light went on, they hoped to get lucky with the young white wife.
We bet often about crazy things often sexual. I got my guy by the hand and walked deeper into the water. The driver watched from the beach. I made the bet, I bet I could get all four of those black guys to fuck me before the sun went down. I would get the earrings I’d looked at the day before if I won. It was a long afternoon under the trees at the edge of that beach. A very memorable day, I love those earrings.