Blackbird's Warning

Henry and Lucia are in the kitchen drinking coffee and munching on donuts when Henry looks out the window and says, 

let's go to the beach darling.

They dress quickly, down-sizing, wearing extra large tank tops over swimsuits, then packing beer, sushi, and hashish in their iced-down Coleman cooler.

Reaching St. Vicent's Beach, they park their scooter and walk mid-way down the beach where they string a cheap Mexican hammock between two arching palms, realizing they're alone and stripping down. 

Settled, Lucia lies in the hammock, Henry grabs a couple beers from the pint-sized cooler, handing one to her, they're thirsty and Lucia says, 

the first sip always tasted the best.

They pull on a hash pipe, passing it back and forth, Lucia chuckles and says,

I can see Cuba, bebe.

Oh Yeah, what does it look like? 

Like pain and suffering, quierdo.

Sweating, they run into the waves, then body surf, losing themselves in it, riding the surf until exhausted, then walking ashore and falling asleep under the palms. 

They nap awhile, then walk as the sun sets in the West, tired, hungry, loaded, and wanting to go to bed. 

Finally reaching the parking area where they load up the Vespa, revving it as they take off.

At their bungalow, they hustle to the patio and shower, rinsing off in cold water and then getting into their hot sauna. Henry lifts Lucia’s thick and fleshy ass on the top of the sauna, resting it flat, spreading her legs to tongue her clit.

Gyrating as she cums she spritzes pee in his face, he laps it up, grinning. 

After a nap they get up at eight, walking along the ravine to Ricco's Bar and Grill,  a friend locals call Blackbeard.

They order Rum Cocas, a one-of-a-kind blend of coca oil, coconut water, and rum.

Henry kisses Lucia shamelessly tonguing her then coming up for air saying,  

life is a dream for us and I'll love you forever, 

you swear, bebe?

Yes, I do— say Blackbeard we're going to toast loving forever how bout a few more drinks?

OK, but I'm gonna warn ya, they sneak up on ya dog, Lucia says, 

oh, you're a perro now bebe?

all three laugh. 

After eating the lovers begin to come down, staggering out of Blackbeards and making a B line for home.

In a short time they reach the bungalow and are so loaded they lose control of their motorbike, crashing into the Bougainvillea bushes, getting scratched up, and going to the kitchen where they lovingly tend to each other's wounds, Lucia says, 

quierdo, we were warned by Blackbird about the Rum Cocos, and we didn't listen! 

Yes, Lucia.