Happy Hour

John takes a shower to get the oil off before heading down to the main patio for the Happy Hour Mixer. He figures that will be the best place to meet sexy women. He puts on a flowered silk shirt, board shorts, and sandals.

As he heads down the hall to the elevator, he sees a good-looking redheaded girl with an alabaster white complexion in a hotel uniform delivering a room service tray several rooms down from his room. She knocks, and a stunning brunette with dark skin in a blue bikini that matches her eye color answers the door. Her top barely contains her breasts, which are easily d-cups. He just gets a look at her as he passes the room. She looks up and smiles enticingly at him.

He says, "Hello," as he passes by.

"Hello."

The hotel girl looks over when John speaks. She also smiles and then winks. He's going to remember these two. Maybe he'll stop by and introduce himself to his neighbor later. And maybe he'll need to order room service a few times while he's here.

John takes the elevator the four floors down to the main level. Stopping at the second floor, a couple gets on the elevator. She is a model-beautiful blond, about 5’5”, with hair down to her lovely ass in a jungle-pattern sarong that hugs her hourglass figure. He can tell that she’s not wearing a bra, as her c-cup tits jiggle delightfully beneath the fabric. He is a tall black man with cocoa-colored skin and a lean, powerful physique. He’s wearing green Dockers and a white polo shirt. He exudes testosterone. Everyone gets off at the first floor lobby. The couple seems to know where they are going, so John follows them out to the main patio.

Numerous people are already there, and the drink is flowing. John sees the bar tucked in a niche of the patio that has a door into the hotel behind it. There is one male and one female bartender, both painfully good-looking. He orders a gin and tonic from the thin woman with shoulder-length sandy brown hair and well-proportioned b-cup sized breasts, whose name tag states that her name is Monica.

“So, is this your first time in Jamaica?” she asks, making small talk while she adds a liberal amount of gin to the glass.

“Yes, Monica, though I went to Cancun once over spring break when I was in college,” he replies, smiling broadly at her, “That was sure a wild time.”

She finishes pouring the tonic, swipes the lip of the glass with a lime wedge and drops the wedge into the glass. She hands the glass to him, smiling nicely at him.

“Well, have a good visit. If you want to go sightseeing during the day, ask for me at the desk. I work as a guide in the mornings,” she says, winking at him.

"Thanks, I probably will," he says, giving her a big lopsided grin.

John is sure enjoying it here in Jamaica. Everybody seems extremely friendly. He takes his drink and turns around to survey the gathering. He sees the couple from the elevator talking to a redheaded woman with her back to you over by the railing that overlooks the beach.

Half a dozen steps to their left is a cluster of four men and two women, all chatting and drinking. The women are both brunettes, and may be sisters, as their features are so similar. They are both tall, probably 5’10” or so, curvaceous, and well-tanned. One is wearing a green bandeau top and a beach wrap. Her c-cup tits are squished together to form some lovely cleavage. The other woman is wearing a typical ‘little black dress’ that comes to her mid-thigh, and also presents a nice décolletage. The men are obviously bees hovering around the honey, because they are talking animatedly, and the girls are basking in the attention. Their ages range from twenty-something to forty-something and they are dressed in anything from swim trunks and a sun shirt to dress slacks and a shirt with a collar.

A cute, short-haired blond woman in a yellow flower print dress that looks somewhat sad is standing about ten feet to the right of the elevator couple, drinking a margarita. There is no one else near her.

Sitting at a table in the middle, three young ladies are talking and laughing loudly together. They run the gamut from a tall, skinny brunette with glasses to a voluptuous redhead to a short, blond. They are all just off the beach, for they are all wearing swim suits and beach wraps.

There are a couple of groups of guys, one arguing loudly about sports, and the other looks like it is commenting about the women, by the way they furtively leer and talk without taking their eyes off the target.