Saint Martin was one of our last stops on a seven-day Bahama..

Saint Martin was one of our last stops on a seven-day Bahamas cruise. It was supposed to be a calm, easy day. Me and my two girlfriends booked a hillside resort pass with private cabanas, a sea-view pool, and beachside servers. It was meant to be our day of rest before the next port.

But Rico changed that.

He was our server…about twenty-five, warm copper skin, a messy halo of dark curls, and an amazing build. He was polite, but every time he looked at me, it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. There was a quiet confidence in his smile, and it stayed with me even when he walked away.

My girlfriends decided to go on a scenic hike up the hill behind the resort. I stayed behind, spread out on the cabana daybed, soaking in the sun. At one point, I asked Rico to take a short video of me lounging nothing explicit, just a lazy poolside clip. When he asked what it was for, I met his eyes and said one word:

“OnlyFans.”

That was the spark. His smile shifted instantly. “Figures,” he said, licking his lips like I was the next drink on his tray. “You definitely got the kind of body people want to see.” He handed my phone back but lingered… fingertips brushing slow. “There’s a private spot I use on my break,” he added, voice lower now. “No one goes there. You want to come with me?”

He led me behind the pool deck to a tucked-away service path, and we ended up behind the staff cabana. Shaded, secluded, just the two of us.

I leaned against the wall. He stepped in close, kissing me hard, tongue deep, breath thick with lust. My swim trunks were around my thighs in seconds. He dropped to his knees, kissed my belly, then pushed my thighs apart and buried his face in my ass. His tongue worked me open, soft and slow, then harder, hungrier, until I was shaking.

Then I felt it. His tip, hot and swollen, pressing right at my hole.

“Tell me if you want it,” he growled into my ear.

I just pushed back.

He eased in slow, letting me feel every inch as he filled me. He took his time, fucking me with deep, steady strokes, his hips grinding into me while he whispered how tight I was, how sweet I felt wrapped around him. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he started to lose control, pumping harder until his whole body jerked.

He came inside me. Warm, deep. Staying buried while he caught his breath.

But he was not done.

He pulled out, spun me around, and dropped to his knees again. This time, he took my cock into his mouth and worked it like it was his job…tongue swirling, lips sliding, spit dripping. My body was already on fire. It did not take long. With one hand stroking me and the other gripping my ass, I exploded right across his face.

He just smirked and licked it off.

By the time my girlfriends came back, I was back on the daybed, swim trunks pulled up, a fresh drink in hand, and a little secret tucked deep inside me. Just another afternoon in paradise…at least, that is what they thought.