Kyle has a surprise

(This was written by LWeibull on CHYOO. I'm transferring it here.)

Kyle stood there for a while, just smiling and staring at her naked body. The situation started to make Jane a little uncomfortable.

"Hey Biscuit, you look a little uptight there," Kyle said. "You came to Jamaica to relax right? I can give you a traditional rasta massage. That'll help ya unwind."

"Uhm, what’s a rasta massage?" she answered.

"Here I'll show ya," he said and spread out a large blanket in the sand, sat down on it and patted the spot next to him.

Jane sat down next to Kyle. He gave her a cunning smile and fished up a big trumpet-shaped cone of paper.

"Fancy some herbal treatment?" he said with a wink.

It took a while for Jane to realize that it was a joint of marijuana he was offering. Her first impulse was to decline. That's what she always did in college. Actually she had never smoked pot and her republican ex-husband was a firm supporter of the War on **** policy. But that was then. Now she was on vacation, and she felt wild and irresponsible.

"Light it!" she said. "And tell me more about this rasta massage"

Kyle smiled and lit the joint. He puffed on it a few times before taking a deep drag. The joint crackled like a bonfire and his head disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Then he held it for Jane. She put her lips on the tip of the joint, closed her eyes and drew on it. The taste was rough but not unpleasant. She took another hit, deeper this time, and tried to hold her breath, but coughed a little.

"Thanks," she said with a low hoarse voice.

Jane started to feel a warm buzzing feeling through her head and body and it made her tingle and squirm a little. She couldn’t help to stare at Kyle’s slim body and down on his cock. The thought of his hands caressing her body made her horny as hell.

"You know, rasta massage is about harmony and nature and Jah..." Kyle paused to take another puff, passed the joint to Jane and continued. "You know, the black joining with the white. The yin with the yang and... stuff."

Jane looked fascinated at Kyle. In her state of mind, his jibberish sounded like some deep wisdom. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently down on her back.

"Turn around," he said and Jane rolled over on her belly.

"Damn!" Kyle said and whistled at the sight of her round little ass.

"Hey! Stop staring, you bad boy!" Jane giggled.