Some Years Ago & Sabrina: The Market Place
Short Stories by Jim Nasium

WARNING: some (very) lite adult content

Some Years Ago

As the sun slowly sinks into the sea the Western sky is aglow with colors found only on His Pallet. Delicious hues I've tried to blend more than once, in vain, on my own pallets. The same Pallets thrown carelessly to the floor of my studio, thousands of miles away, waiting for my return.

I sit on the sea wall down near the seven miles of pure white beach watching scores of small fishing boats head out to sea for the mornings fresh catch of the day. I've often thought I should ask one of the fisherman to take me along with him; what an experience that would be. Thoughts drift back to the night I sat in this very same spot, some years ago...


Sabrina; The Market Place

Alone, at sunset, sitting on the sea wall on the far side of the Negril River where it meets the sea a beautiful young woman, a local, carrying a small bag over her shoulder appears out of nowhere, walks over to me, sits next to me and asks if I'm okay and why I'm alone on such a perfect Jamaican evening. Reluctant to answer her with the truth I reply: just watching the sunset". "ya know dat here in Negril we have the best sunsets on this whole Island mon" she said. "Yes I've heard there is no other beach facing due West like Long Beach, or so they say. You see, I know of one other, a tiny cove not many know of just outside of Salt Springs, near Green Island just 11 miles from here" I replied. "Ya know Green Island and Salt Springs mon? I have family that lives in that area" she said. "I've some good friends there" was my short but to the point reply.
 
The last fragment of the setting sun slowly melting in the sea gave off the perfect amount of light, focused right on her face, allowed me to see her clearer than just moments before. Her smooth chocolate skin seemed to glow in the sunset hues. Her big green bedroom eyes pulled me in deeper with each passing second; I was caught in her web. I asked her name, "Sabrina" she said in a voice that felt like a warm glass of milk to my soul. I introduced myself, using my Pen Name; she laughed.
 
I have known Jamaican born women with blue eyes in the past, not many but still, never green, I thought to myself as I sat there speechless staring into her emerald eyes. Our eyes spoke volumes with out a word. Much like a Sailor lost at sea who falls victim to a Siren singing Siren Songs I suddenly felt ship wrecked, at her shore and I was sure she knew it. She broke the silence when she asked if I'd like to reach Iree Ites and with out hesitation pulled a couple of pre-rolled spleefs out of her bag handing me the larger of the two. I had a few oranges and bananas in my bag so I laid out the fruit, told her to help herself to anything she wants, tucked in against the sea wall, fired up the 2 ounce joint and watched the very last of sunset hues fade and chanted Thank You, silently to The Powers That Be...
 
Twenty minutes or so later the clear sky full of stars and full moon gave us enough light to see each other and the thick sweet smoke that surrounded us perfectly but not much of any thing that was around us. Truth be told neither one of us cared much about anything around us; we felt safe. A few puffs into the sweet smoke later the silence was broken once again as her Siren like voice said "ya tell me'a can have any ting me want, dat so mon? Well me want ya, me want take ya back me house".
 
Not at all surprised i said "there's plenty'a time for that later, come dawn I want to go to the market place and started singing my version of the at that time hit single Market Place:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2tJ6DYjy3A
 
Let''s go to the Market Place
they have everything there
I like going to the Market place
it's like going to the fair...
 
she sells Mangos, they sell rice
every one is very nice
he sells fish and ganja too
wants to be friends with you
 
so... let's go to the Market Place
down the hill in Park Square
come with me to the Market Place
I know we'll have fun there
 
he sells vegetables, fish and meat
arranges things so nice and neat
she sells items made of straw
come along, we'll have a ball
 
let's go to the Market Place
they sell everything there
everyone's friendly as can be
and all the vendors fair
 
She sang along a little unsure of the words I was making up as I went but she knew the tune well. We laughed at each other when we finally finished singing. She snuggled up to me and said "me chilly, hold me mon". As I turned to put my arm around her our lips meet and as our breath mingled in my lungs, my already hot Italian Blood began to boil and flow to my manhood; throbbing and begging to get out of my pants.
 
With out a word I felt her hand slowly undo the button on the waistband of my jenes then slowly pull my zipper down. "Oh my, dat'a big bamboo" she said with a lustful look on her face. "Taste it, put it in your mouth and taste it" i said almost demanding she do. "No mon, me no do dat. Dat thing dirty. Me no know wheredat ting been"
 
I stood up, pulled my pants off and asked her to undress, then helped her take off the pretty little summer dress she wore draped over her firm breasts . Her athletic body, long dancers legs and perfectly round behind made me want her all the more. I suggested we swim, get cleaned up a bit and her reply was "see if ya could catch me mon" and she was off and running before I ever got started. . Once we were both in the water we splashed each other until some how, once again our lips met. I broke free of her grasp and dove under the water, between her legs, tickling her fancy as I did. She dove under the water and chased me, caught me and again our lips met until we both needed to surface for air.
 
"Enough swimming, come up me place now mon" she said sounding more like a Marine Drill Sargent than a Siren; I couldn't refuse. "Me need to warm up a bit, come have some chocolate tea and soup, der's plenty'a time to go'a market" she said sounding more like a Siren now, than just a moment ago. We made our way back to the sea wall, got dressed, gathered our things, lit our spleefs and made our way down the beach to the bridge that crossed the Negril Riven then across it to the round-about then up Monkey Hill to her nice newer wood home.
 
I could smell something cooking inside the house the instant I opened the gate to her yard and stepped in. "Me got soup'a cookin', ya hungry Jim" she asked I was surprised at how nice her little home was both outside and in; fresh paint, newer furniture, a indoor kitchen, a radio/stereo/cassette player and TV. She had new windows and there was not only glass in the windows that opened and shut but screens. The largest of the windows had what appeared to be a newer air conditioner built in the wall next to it; I could see she had electricity and that made her place feel like home almost too much like a place I'd like too live.
 
My thoughts were disturbed when she said "are you hungry Jim? ya want some soup, cheese and bun with me" in a Sirens tone; i was unable to refuse. I sat down at a rather fancy dinner table in the center of the largest room. I took a sip of the chocolate tea, she finally mentioned was mixed with rather strong, aged ganja tea. I looked at the soup in the bowl she placed in front of me; wasn't sure exactly what I was eating so I asked her "what's this". Her frienly wanting smile turned into an almost wicked grin when she said "Counch Soup".
 
I had no idea at that time what Conch was or what a bowl of Counch soup could do to a man. Since the soup was so good soon as I finished up the first bowl and my cheese and bun I asked for another. She gladly filled my bowl then her's and sat down next to me much closer than before.
 
Wasn't too long after I finished that second bowl of soup I felt and could see the effects. I was big and hard as a telephone pole and the thing was throbbing. I stood up, looked at her, pulled her next to me,
dropped my pants and bent her over the fancy dinner table, lifted her pretty little summer dress, and sunk myself deep in her hot wet honey pot. She screamed with delight as I had my way with her. After awhile I flipped her over and laid her on top the table next to the pushed aside meal and went at it again, like a mad man. Seemed like hours passed before we finally felt satisfaction.
 
Sunrise lit the Morning sky as we lay all tangled in a lovers knot on her fancy table exhausted, but slowly regain strength. "Lets go to the Market Place" she said then started singing:
 
Let''s go to the Market Place
they've everything there
I like going to the Market place
all the prices are fair...
 
she sells Mangos, they sell rice
every one is very nice
he sells fish and ganja too
wants to be friends with you
 
so... let's go to the Market Place
down the hill in Park Square
come with me to the Market Place
I know we'll have fun there
 
he sells vegetables and fresh meat
arranges things so nice and neat
she sells items made of straw
come along, we'll have a ball
 
let's go to the Market Place
they sell everything there
everyone's friendly as can be
and all the vendors are fair
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2tJ6DYjy3A
 
The Market Place adventure turned out to be our first but not our last adventure or our last day spent together in bliss.

©2014 Jim Nasium

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