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There were dark women here, like Rania. Women from Greece, Italy, Spain, but none like the woman I was staring at; a woman blacker than black completely naked.

It was the first time I’d noticed it. Most people who came here were Europeans. This woman was the first African I’d seen around here, although I’m sure there were people from North Africa whose skin color was like Rania’s.

By now you know I didn’t care; pussy was pussy. Old, young, fat, skinny, blonde, brunet. It didn’t matter to me. The best pussy was available pussy.

Now, I was staring. She looked up and we made eye contact. A moment later I heard my coffee percolating. I left the balcony, poured myself a cup, and returned to the splendid view I’d been enjoying. She called to me, “a perfect way to start the day.”

“Absolutely.” I thought she was talking about a morning cup of coffee or perhaps the perfect weather for sunbathing.

I was thinking of the perfect view this black goddess was giving me. “I made a whole pot of coffee, there’s plenty. Would you like me to bring you a cup?”

“You’d do that for a perfect stranger?”

“I’ll be right down.”

It took me a few minutes, but soon I was holding a tray with the pot of coffee, two cups, cream and sugar.

I set the tray down and opened the gate which separated my property from the public beach. “How very kind of you. My name is Skaya. Skaya DeSilva.”

“I’m Marty Tremont. Help yourself.”

“Thank you. Do you live here?”

“I do. I bought this house about six years ago,”

“It’s lovely.”

“Thank you.” I didn’t want to invite her in. That might be moving too fast and scare her away. On the other hand, she was sitting on her chaise, sipping coffee and still naked. She didn’t bother to cover herself. I tried unsuccessfully, not to look.

“Ummmm, the coffee is wonderful and I hate to ask, but I guess since we’ve already met, you’re not a stranger anymore.”

“What is it? I assume you’re on holiday. How can I help?”

“You might think this is silly, but I don’t like going in the water,” she pointed toward the bay, “but a pool is different.”

“You came to a beach resort and don’t like the water?” I chuckled.

“I know, but actually I’m not on holiday. I’m here for work and have the weekend off.”

“I’ll tell you what, I have some errands to run, but I’ll leave the gate unlocked. Use the pool; stay as long as you like. Just close the gate tight when you leave.”

“You’d do that for me? I promise, I won’t be a bother.”

“No trouble at all. There’s floats lying around. Have fun.” I went inside and got dressed. I did have a couple of errands to run. Periodically, while getting dressed, I’d look out the window. There she was, laying on a float, on her back in my pool. Truly, a black goddess.

Skaya was gone when I got back, but the tray with the coffee pot, etc.,

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