The white men were all respectably built. They looked a little silly, though, with that tan on their faces and arms and parts of their legs, then that sharp line of demarcation separating that tan from the lily-white of the rest of their bodies. Their dicks hung down white and glistening between their legs.

But what Blair couldn't take her eyes off of was the beauty of those Ceylonese natives. The men were so awesomely dark. Their lustrous blue-black hair and darkly-hued skin glistened in the light of the late afternoon sun.

She was mesmerized by the beauty of their bodies in complete nakedness. Guji was as long and slender and muscular as a Greek statue of a God. She blinked and stared as he ran along behind the older men, his thick, dark cock swinging freely between his muscular thighs. How natural it looked with all its skin intact.

How artificial those men looked whose cocks had been cut and sewn up in some unnatural way as to let their dick knobs show a bit at the tip.

She watched the lad enter the water, one leg at a time. As he spread his perfect limbs, she caught a glimpse of his tight, bulbous balls hanging just behind his man meat.

What a sight. She felt hotter than the noon day sun just watching him slip into that water.

The men did their wash-up and left quickly. But Guji swam around, floating in the clear, cool water like a little brown dinghy.

Blair forgot herself a moment and turned toward the balcony stairs. She rushed down them two and three at a time. What in the world had gotten into her, she didn't know.

By the time she got to the bottom, she had her denim pants and flannel shirt off. She pushed the broad overhanging leaves out of the way and cut a path toward the place she knew the pool to be.

"Hi, Guji," she called, standing on the carved rocks at the side of the water, "can I join you?"