A Tropical Encounter The publishing rules say that everyone in these stories has to be at least 16 so even though the story is totally fiction, everyone in it is at least 16. Enjoy. ______________________________________________________________ Thirty-two year old Sam Stevenson saved his money for a couple of years to afford the vacation that he wanted. He had long wanted to go to the island of Tobago. Finally he was on the trip of a lifetime. A whole week in a one bedroom condo on the beach in Tobago and he had plenty of money for site seeing, fishing and bar hopping. Sam was from a small Arkansas city that had very few minorities so as he saw that over 90% of the non-tourist people on the island were black, it gave him an unusual and funny feeling. Very polite blacks served him at the airport and the resort desk, cared for his room, drove the taxies and on and on. He got a strange feeling that this was what being a plantation owner must have been like. He had to admit to himself that he liked the feeling. On the second day of his trip at just about sunset, he was walking back from town to the resort after having dinner in a small local restaurant. As he was passing an ally to the side, a young black girl came walking out with her head down and she was crying loudly. Sam looked at her. She was about 5’1” and skinny. The first and very obvious thing was that she was naked. Her almost coal black skin was clear of any blemishes. Her even blacker hair was done in rows and pig tails. She had thick lips and a wide nose but Sam thought she was cute. Her breasts were almost non-existent, surely no more than A-cups. Her pubic mount was cleanly shaven, or maybe she had not grown any hair there yet. She was carrying a thin summer dress but had nothing on. Sam couldn’t help but stop and look at her. “Are you alright, little girl? …the next moment changed everything
