A Perfect Honeymoon on Mandingo Island {darkest_fate&XNarrated}

[darkest_fate]

"I don't want to be a pain, but I do kinda need my clothes," said Ashleigh, pouting her plump, pink lips. Her almost glittering green eyes looked up at her frustrated new husband, and she raised both hands up toward him. They clasped together, the sparkling diamond that now newly adorned Ashleigh's finger seeming to almost glisten, as if it could resonate with her eyes. The gorgeous redhead (with blonde tips for added fun!) tried her best to look more adorable and pleading than bratty.

In truth, this was already something of a dream come true for Ashleigh. She'd just gotten married only a few days ago to the guy of her dreams. Sure, Brent was a few years older than Ashleigh's twenty, but he had smoking good looks. Just a little bit of grey had entered his hair, and he had a totally hot body (or at least as much of him was hot that Ashleigh had seen so far). They'd met when Ashleigh had showed up to try and do some modelling for extra cash (just a bit more would help put her the rest of the way through college). See, Ashleigh occasionally did some modelling, though she felt slightly self-conscious about it, what with flaunting her looks and all. It often meant a little more attention from boys than she liked: this East Coast girl was saving herself for marriage, thank you very much. But her old school charm had apparently resonated with Brent (or maybe he just liked redheads with nice chests). Because Brent had pulled some strings to make certain Ashleigh got the job. Turned out he represented a few other clients.

In fact, one of those clients had been why they had ended up getting this totally cool, super exclusive honeymoon to Mandingo island! It turned out that Brent represented this black guy who also did some modelling and had some connections. Ashleigh had actually met him a few times during dinners and shows and all, though she didn't pay much attention at the time (she frequently got nervous at the bigger events; some of her middle-class upbringing showing through). Apparently he had some connections with the super mysterious, super prestigious Mandingo resort. The place sounded ripped straight out of some fantasy: gorgeous beaches, a world class resort, various workers to attend to their every need. The whole thing sounded like the best possible way to start off what Ashleigh was sure would be the best possible wedding.

The flight had been a little rough on the redhead. Slight bags showed under green eyes, and her red and blonde hair looked totally disheveled. Plus it meant she was stuck in a loose pair of sweatpants that she'd worn for the flight, along with one of Brent's old t-shirts. Both hid her lightly tanned, curvy body... at least as far as Ashleigh knew. The loose pants did hide her softly rounded bottom, and they only hinted at the fine legs that lay beneath. Flashes of taut abdomen could occasionally be seen as the girl shifted. And nothing would really truly hide her rather impressive chest, even if she did have a pair of plain Jane underpants to cover all that up. What Ashleigh really wished she could shimmy into was her set of bridal lingerie. She'd been planning on dressing up nice and sexy for when she finally got to make love to Brent for the first time.

But that wasn't to be. See, they'd arrived, and checked in. Ashleigh's heart had done a little flip at hearing "The McClays" said. Just like that: the McClays, because there were now two of them. Mr. Brent McClay and his lovely wife Mrs. Ashleigh McClay. Didn't that just sound like something out of a romance novel? Ashleigh had burned through one of those on the flight, feeling a bit scandalous for doing so. But hearing it had made her get all the more anxious, clinging to Brent and hopping up and down a few times.

Then they informed her that while Mr. McClay's luggage had been located, they couldn't quite find Mrs. McClay. Ashleigh had been crushed, and very nearly wanted to burst into tears. Hence her near whining, pulling slightly at Brent, trying to cajole her new husband into getting things together. Brent had just brought up that client of his, Ashleigh barely caught the name, and was saying something about how his wife would need clothes, which she chimed in with. Supposedly they'd be able to get something together, it did look like the worker was contacting someone on a phone. While that happened, Ashleigh looked around, frowning.

"Honey," she whispered, leaning up, "I don't want to be, um, you know... but it looks like all the workers here are... black?"

 

[XNarrated]

Brent couldn't help but notice as well, what just so happened to catch his wife's attention. It was a bit peculiar to see so many black people all in one place, working. He wasn't sure if it made him feel uneasy because it eerily reminded him of some scene from a movie about slavery, or if he was just uncomfortable being around this many black people. They were, after all in the Caribbean, so really it shouldn't have been much of a shock to see, it just wasn't what the two of them were use to seeing. He did remember talking to Mychal-Davius, about this place---he told Brent, did Mychal-Davius---

"This is place is supposed to be brilliant, absolutely state of the art, but at the same time completely remote and shut off from the outside world, and the best part is the architect, the developer, the businesses, and even the employees, everyone involved in this venture so far is black..." It just jumped back into his memory.
This resort was looking to expand and build some more units on the west side of the island, they had one Ocean View Paradise Villa unit built and open to the public, it was a sort of show villa for what could be. That was another 45 min car ride to that place, and unfortunately the roads and everything along the way, Brent had over heard are still under construction, the whole island was in a way, still under construction; that was supposed to be part of the charm, the fixer upper spot that has lots of potential. But none of that mattered to him right now, because none of that mattered to his pouty-faced, newly minted bride, Mrs. McClay a sweet little red bombshell that was about to explode because all her luggage she meticulously packed for this once in a life time vacation and celebration of a new life together, was lost, stolen, or misplaced; and she was not happy about it. Brent named dropped his client Mychal-Davius, and insisted they they do something about the dilemma, but the concierges informed them the island is truly remote, so they don't currently have stores to go shopping in, even though by the end of next year they plan to have all the designer boutiques: Louise Vuitton, Guccie, Balenciega, etc. Or so that was in the orientation video that they had playing on a loop all the while they rode over to the other side of the island to this honeymoon villa.

"It's a good thing that you luggage did get lost Honey-pooh, I mean jeez, we barely have any space as it is right now to fit us all with my luggage," it was 5 of them tightly sandwiched in some kind of yellow monstrosity for a motor vehicle.

YELLOW MONSTROSITY

Brent just so happened to be the biggest, at 5 foot 9 inches tall and 235 lbs he was what they'd like to call a little chubby, to say the least, even though Brent played racquetball twice a week at the elite fitness club, and he swims, and he trains, but for some reason Brent has trouble trimming down and toning up. He and the dog, and the luggage rode in the back, Ashleigh however, and her carry on bag, and the three Caribbean boys all rode in the front. She literally had nothing else but what she had on, maybe she had one pair of emergency panties. Brent understood that he wasn't just dong this for Mychal-Davius as an agent, but he was doing this as a best friend from childhood, and a trusted adviser, plus he really wanted to show him a nice time, but things were not off to a good start. While Brent, the dog, and all the luggae was mostly in the back, Ashleigh, and three young island boys rode upfront. the space was so closely confined, Ashleigh ended up having to sit on another boy's lap, just so all of them could fit. It was either lap up, or take two trips, and with a nasty little storm brewing, the locals said it was best to get settled in for the evening as soon as possible. Brent's back was too the car carriage upfront, so he could not see that his new wife was nestled nicely in between 3 young, strapping, muscular teenage black island boys. The ride was bumpy and harsh on the unpaved road, making for an interesting journey. The one boy, Matoh'a (ma-tow-ah) held Ashleigh tight by her thighs with one hand, and firmly against her stomach with the other. He was 15, and could feel her abdomen tense up with ever wave of shock that jolted the entire wagon full. Matoh'a was right on her back, his crotch rubbing against her buttocks, her inner thigh, he could press his forehead against her back and lay his face in her luscious red mane with golden tips, getting a good whiff of her scent, the aroma was arousing. The boys began to speak to one another in their own language, so the foreign whites could not understand. From what he could tell, they were arriving soon, at least that's what the video had said. One gigantic villa, 5 separate residences, what more could go wrong, this was supposed to be an island paradise, things had to get better from here on out, right, Brent asked himself sitting in the back of the jeep. While all the bodies jerked and bounced to and fro at the mercy of the unpaved road, Matoh'a skinny, black, long finger began to sway side to side, and claw gently as her leg, a subtle caressing of her limbs, did she notice, or would it go unsuspected...

 

[darkest_fate]

"It would've fit," insisted Ashleigh, again thinking back on all the outfits she'd lost, the shampoos for her lustrous hair, even her charger! She really was fighting down the urge to just start whining like she was fourteen years old all over again. She'd thought she'd grown out of that phase, but there was just something about having the most important vacation of her young life all but ruined that really put a damper on the mood. At least they did promise her something.

And the girl didn't quite mind the "yellow monstrosity." "I think it's kinda cute," she insisted, nodding at the thing. It reminded her of the cute JEEP she'd nearly bought for herself. It was easy to see that it would be a little cramped though. "I'd really rather ride with my hubby," she told them, pointing toward Brent. But there had been insistence: no room. Brent had to go into the back because of his size, and there was his luggage to consider at the least. That left no room, apparently. That didn't stop Ashleigh from trying, clambering on, stepping on Brent's hand at one point and accidentally making the dog yelp. Ironically it had been that latter bit that made Ashleigh totally agree with heading into the cab with the complete (black) strangers. She did spend a few moments trying to soothe the dog, cooing at it and trying to pet it.

Then back into the car, tuck inside... on someone's lap. 'Don't get handsy now," she said teasingly, tapping the boy in question. He did look, well, kinda like you'd expect an island boy at a resort to look, she guessed. The hands on her didn't feel too bad: Ashleigh was feeling a little down and some touching was never a bad thing to improve the mood. The bumpy road didn't let any of that stay, and soon she had to grip onto the seats just to stay balanced. Worse, she could feel herself almost sawing back against the poor guy, and if he was anything like teenagers back home, Ashleigh could pretty easily guess what his reaction would be. Still, no matter what she did, she kept wiggling and bouncing on him, her rounded rear rubbing against him, pushing along his crotch and leg. Ashleigh did offer an apology or two, and part of her wanted to suggest that someone get out and walk (one of the boys, probably), though she instantly felt guilty for the harsh thought.

The gibbering made her want to roll her eyes, but she settled for twisting back, calling to Brent to see how he was doing. That meant that even if they'd been speaking plain, American English Ashleigh wouldn't have heard. Soon she found out about the distance, which was relieving. Less so was the slight touching upon her body. He's a teenager; I've been all but grinding against him on this stupid JEEP, and he's not hurting anything. Fluttered through Ashleigh's mind, mostly fighting the tensing she felt in her gut. This sucked: Brent should be the one trying to cop a feel, even if it was through her ratty yoga pants. She mumbled and shifted, essentially pushing down against the kid with her firmly rounded butt. "How much longer is it again?" she asked, speaking loud enough to address anyone. She shifted to look outside, green eyes taking in scenery with the firm hope that the response would be one word: soon.

 

[XNarrated]

The island was only in its infancy as a resort, and just recently the locals where hired to help run the Paradise Grove Villa, a collection of water dwelling Bungalows near the beach, about 5-6 miles west of their current location. Construction was everywhere, and it wasn’t pretty, but it was strategically planned so as not to obstruct or disrupt the fantasy island experience. They put a lot of work into creating this whimsical destination resort, with it stunning landscapes, vibrant wild life, and scenic views all around. It was a lot of money invested by Brent’s star client and best buddy from back in the day. Designed to be a romantic getaway, Mandingo certainly had the flare for arousing the senses. The group had just come into a clearing, as they rounded a bend; the ocean waves glistened off the coast, a radiant turquoise and blue, for a brief moment it captured all their gaze. It’s was stunning how the light reflected and the sands and the mountain range along the backdrop framed the nature so beautifully. But soon, it all faded. Clouds grey dampened the bright moment into a bleak one.

One of the young island boys broke the silence. He happened to be the same lad with the beautiful white woman nestled in his lap.

“You two picked a bad day to fly in,” he said with a thick Caribbean accent, letting go of her waist a moment to swipe a long dark dirty blonde lock of hair from his brow, as well as the swear that accumulated there. It wasn’t hot, but the teenagers had been busy. They helped move people in since the morning, loading bags, unloading luggage, driving the vehicles up the mountain and back, taking travelers to their resort.

They did not want to be caught in the down pour so they stared to pick up the pace and forgot to lock the doors after leaving the check in center. It was only about another 2 miles up the road, over the hill and down again, then they would wind up at the entrance gate.

“Sorry we have to go so slow, the roads are uneven, the third boy in the Jeep offered as an apology.” He gave the other boy driving a stern look, as if to pick up the pace or we might miss out on a really good tip! So the boy stepped on the gas a bit, increasing the speed, making the whole trip more unbearable almost, the whole Jeep was rocking more than before, everyone bouncing around like they were driving on top of a trampoline. Ashleigh’s top looked almost alive as her breast we uncontrollably jumping about, natural and free inside her hubby’s over sized t-shirt. They suddenly hit an especially nasty, big, pothole. Causing the luggage in the back to rumble around, and fly loose from the storage compartment, along with Brent who wasn’t in his seatbelt because there wasn’t one! Even the passenger side door flew open! Ashleigh almost took a sever tumble, but the boy grabbed her right as she was about to be flung out, saving her life essentially, but no one was there to catch Brent who took a mean tumble from the back, and landed in the very same pot hole they had just run over. The Jeep came to a screeching halt, but Brent was already waste deep in dirty water, his back and head injured.

They all jumped out after Brent and came to his aid. Brent was dazed and had a small cut on his head, nothing serious, but his back was definitely in pain. He was pissed because he had already wanted to speak up against the hasty behavior which didn’t seem safe, but now this happened. The timing was perfect however, because when the boys looked up they saw another Jeep making a return trip back from the very same villa they were headed to.

It was agreed, the Jeep headed back would bring Brent along and give him medical assistance back at the reception center, while the other group headed to the bungalow, they would drop the luggage off, drop Ashleigh off, and then when Brent was all checked out they would bring him back to the bungalow villa. The two newlyweds said their temporary good byes for the time being and the jeeps took off.

Brent felt bad for his young wife, this had been her first time out the country, on a remote Caribbean island or anywhere for that matter, her luggage was missing, she wasn’t really enjoying herself so far, and she was now about to be deprived of her husband. Ir has been a long trip, it had been an even longer engagement, the two agreeing to not have sex before marriage. Brent want a Virgin but had only been with two other woman, Ashleigh however had not been. She was a virgin, and a good Christian girl, but she had her wild side and she waited 2 years to finally unleash it with the man she loved on this romantic evening; and it was starting off all wrong.

Brent blew her a kiss as the two were taken in completely different directions

 

[darkest_fate]

Ugh, the drive was killer. Ashleigh again felt the urge to whine, likely to whine at a slightly higher pitch than normal. Her husband was back there, and she was left all but grinding against a teenager. Those days were so behind her. The redhead mumbled more curses as the bumps jostled her, wishing that she'd opted for a bra that was less "comfortable" and more "supportive." her breasts weren't exactly massive, but they were natural. That and Ashleigh just really didn't know if teasing this kid was a great idea. Some devilish part of her did think about it, to show that even when wearing ratty disgusting clothes she was still pretty hot, though that idea made her flush. She was a good girl, the kind who saved herself for marriage, after all.

Just as Ashleigh moved to adjust, she felt them hitting. She let out a yelp of surprise, arms and limbs flailing. She might have caught herself on something in time, though the boy's eager hands worked well enough to catch her before she could really tumble. Breathless, Ashleigh hung there for several seconds, staring down toward where she'd nearly fallen. It was only as everyone around her started moving that she realized that she hadn't been the one who'd suffered the worst for it.

"Brent!" she yelped, scrambling free of the helpful young man and almost scrambling to get back and check on her husband. Ashleigh knew only a few basics from watching TV and her brief stint in Girl Scouts, but that was enough to show that he'd definitely injured himself. Ashleigh at least managed to sooth, but she started to protest as they talked about separating. If Brent hadn't interceded, likely Ashleigh would've tagged along with her husband. Instead, the now pouting young wife found herself separated from her husband.

Pouting further, blowing a quick kiss before settling in. Upset, she insisted on being given at least some space, seemingly having forgotten that she'd been nearly saved by the boy who'd all but been groping her. The young bride fumed and would likely keep fuming all the way to her bungalow. "This had better get fixed somehow, or you guys are gonna get one hell of a bad review, maybe worse," she all but threatened, glowering, those green eyes flashing and likely making people wonder if what they said about redheads with green eyes were true. For now, Ashleigh seemed content mostly to rant and pout, but she was definitely feeling more than a little put out... and more than a little upset about likely spending her first night on her honeymoon without Brent.

After all, they'd had such plans...

Well, at least it wouldn't be too much further until they got to the bungalow, right?

 

[XNarrated]

This was a disaster by every possible definition of the word, Brent sulked like a baby as his mind raced with regret and despair. He was going to have a stern talking to with his best friend when he had the chance, he would have called right then and their but his head was still ringing from the nasty fall he took. What would his poor bride be thinking, he just hoped they went nice and slow until they reached the Villas; what else could go wrong he wondered. Leaving his mind to wonder, and his heart to ache, being away from her, and with such a horrible start to their weekend. Strange, dark, ominous clouds started to gather miles down the road, in the direction they had just came from.

“What the fuck, just great, god damn if this honeymoon gets any worse than it already is, I’ll be lucky to even be married by tomorrow, who knows maybe some random guy will fuck my wife so good she’ll divorce me and I’ll had waited all this time and wasted all this money for shit!” The driver look over to his fiend in the passenger seat with a shocked face, thier big black eyes balls darting back and forth to each other as if they spoke with their looks...

“Come on Mr. McClay, that’s no way to think, if you really think this is the rock bottom of romantic vacation getaways, that means there is only one way things can go from here sir, and that’s up!” The general manager tried hard to life his spirits, driving the truck, but he also totally understood why he was upset.

“Thanks for that, bit they say where I’m from, winter is coming, and no you don’t hav winter but I know you get monsoons, and I’m looking at some nasty fucking clouds buddy!”

Back on the road to Bungalow 69, things were getting a bit better. They had finally arrived, and sure the way things were now are not what the couple had hoped for, but certainly, now that the vehicle had arrived, there was no doubt in Ashleigh's mind, this was a paradise in deed! The villa was absolutely breath taking. Perfectly and expertly manicured laws, and shrubs lined the extended, semi-circular stone drive way. An attendant was ready to greet her, and help with bags. Each villa was already stocked with every thing you might need to have a nice evening and enjoy the life of luxury, a designated cook on site, and staff that would respond to your every need; with the exception of course of her clothing. That was still an issue, however. The attendant showed her the compound, it was massive, a huge kitchen with marble floors, gold vaulted ceilings, eccentric art pieces lined the walls and decorated the property beautify! There was gorgeous infinity pool, a stunning view, and many rooms available, which seemed a bit weird since it was only the two of them but she didn't pay it too much attention. Juan, the attendant, showed her to the room she'd be staying in while vacationing at the resort. It was massive, and elegant, just as she'd imagined. and when she entered the enormous walk in closet, as she was inspecting how amazing this place was, to her surprise, there was a sexy french maid outfit handing up, with some sexy 6 inch heels, Christian Louboutin red bottom high heels. It was the fantasy they always talked about exploring on their wedding night, so of course Brent did not forget! It was supposed to be a surprise for her, something they could enjoy together! Brent was very big on surprises, he love to make people happy, especially his new bride. But she was not happy at al about how things were currently unfolding.


Back at the reception center, Brent patiently underwent some diagnostic test, he was checked for head trauma and all his wounds were attended to. They stitched him up good, and told him to take it easy the next few days, he had sustained a minor concussion.

Suddenly a weather advisory siren blared off over the radio. For the next several hours the island would had issued a severe weather watch.

“I’m sorry Mr. Clay,” the manager announced “But were gonna have to hold off on transporting you back to bungalow until after this weather has passed...”