Unspeakable Proposal by Brenda Stokes Lee Read Free Book Online

sweet kiss on the lips as he sat down next to her on her lounge chair.
    Sucking her lips in his mouth and then whispering in her ear he said, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
    “Of course. I’m sorry too. I overreacted. I was just in a bad mood. It actually wasn’t that serious.”
    “So we’re good?”
    “Yes!  We’re better than good.”
    Quanique flipped through a new issue of Essence Magazine pretending to be totally oblivious to their conversation. Eyeing John from the cover of her dark sun glasses she felt her pussy thump and tighten. She was correct. John was as fine as hell. John was a little above average height. She estimated him to be just at six foot two, wearing a strong, toned muscular build. His body was deeply tanned, but she sensed he had a natural dark complexion for a white guy. His hair was dark and thick and his eyes were a hypnotic blue. She quickly speculated he had some Greek or Mediterranean heritage somewhere in his bloodline based upon the strong chiseled lines of his face and his dark pigmentation.
    Yes , John was as fine as the fur on a butterfly’s ass. He was effortlessly sexy, yet somehow uncorrupted by it. Quanique slowly nodded her head yes acknowledging he was undeniably fuckable. She couldn’t wait to see if he had a clue what to do with that monster that lurked between his thighs. Becoming heated at the mere thought of his gorgeous face buried between her thighs, Quanique decided to excuse herself for some much needed time with her vibrator.
    “Hope, it was such a pleasure to meet you. I hope I run into you again, but I’m going to relax awhile in my room.”
    “Wait a second. Let me introduce you to my husband, John.” Hope quickly stopped her, not sure what she was up to.
    “Of course.” Quanique agreed as she took her dark sunglasses off to reveal her beautiful dark brown eyes.
    “John, this is Quanique Robinson. She’s from Concord. Quanique this is my husband, John Sabin.”
    “Nice to meet you John. Your wife has been raving about you since the moment I sat down. I’m sorry I had to steal your chair, but I was feeling a little lightheaded. Thank God Hope was kind enough to allow me to sit for a second.”
    “I hope everything is okay.” John sympathized.
    “I’m fine. I just had a rough night, and I haven’t slept in a couple of days because of the wedding…” She replied shaking her head as if she was trying to shake off an unpleasant experience. “I’m okay. You two enjoy your day.”
    “Thanks! You’re a newlywed huh? Congratulations! Maybe we can get together for drinks with you and your husband before you leave St. Croix.” Hope quickly elbowed John in his side. He was a little confused and eyeballed her with a puzzled look as she discreetly shook her head no.
    “Ummm yeah… Well, I’m pretty sure that’s not going to be possible, but thanks for your kind offer. Look, I’d better go.”
    “Okay… Well, it was nice to talk to you. I’ll call and check on you later. You know to make sure you’re okay... I mean if it’s all the same with you.”
    “It’s not really necessary. Thanks though.”
    “No… Quanique I’d feel better if I knew for sure everything was okay. It’s not a bother. After all we’re the only people you know on the island, and you’re traveling alone.” Hope persisted.
    “Sure… If it’d put your mind at ease. I’m in the Bridal Suite.”
    “Alright, well I’ll give you a call.”
    “Thanks Hope. Nice to meet you John.” Quanique said as she gathered her bags and quickly left.
    The slowly seductive rhythm of Quanique’s bare ass mesmerized John as he watched her walk way. Hope smirked as she cleared her throat and coughed loudly to break his trance. John recovered quickly.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah… Sure… I’m fine!”
    “Really, because it looked as though you had slipped into an ass overdose coma or had a bad case of ass-cid reflux, or needed an