“It’s okay,” he turned to me, “I’ve done this hundreds of times.”
The look on my face must have still given me away, because he reached over and took my hand into his. I probably should have been more nervous that he was driving with one hand but that was far from how I was actually feeling. His touch soothed me on an insanely deep level. The warmth of his skin on mine almost seemed to guarantee my safety.
I looked over at him, my long, chestnut hair and pale yellow dress fluttering in the cool wind, and squeezed his hand more tightly.
We pulled over to the side of the road.
“Come,” he pulled his hand away and killed the engine, “I want you to see this.”
He ran around the Jeep and opened my door for me. Again he took my hand and guided me into the thick jungle, pushing aside vines and palms of varying sizes and hues of green. The air was sweet and thick. A thin layer of moisture was already starting to form between our palms.
For a brief second I was worried. Please don’t let go.
As if reading my thoughts, his fingers curled around mine even tighter. He turned back to me with a full grin. His teeth were pearly white with one slightly crooked one on the bottom. With his eyes still on me, he reached out and pulled aside the biggest palm frond that I had ever seen in my life.
There in front of me was the glittering, emerald sea, laid out like an endless blanket over all of eternity. The sun had begun to dip down below the horizon. It cast out its golden arms and the calm waves shimmered under their touch.
Dom squeezed my hand and pulled me out of the edge of the jungle. We emerged in a small clearing, situated on the edge of a tall cliff. It was complete with a cushy lounge chair and a table.
He motioned to the solitary chair, “You’ll have to forgive me. I usually only come here by myself.”
“It’s okay, really. This view is amazing!”
“So is mine.”
I turned to my left to find the handsome stranger looking square at me. He took my other hand and pulled my body in close to him. I could smell the earthy, spicy scent of his cologne flowing down into my lungs. With each deep, sharp breath I let him into me.
Dom leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me, and planted his lips on mine. What followed was a frenzied, passionate kiss that I don’t know quite the words to properly describe. In the whirlwind of emotions that were storming about in my head, I vaguely felt his powerful arms clenching my entire body close to his.
I closed my eyes and let him take me.
As the sun began to disappear and a cool wind rattled the foliage all around us, Dom’s supple lips left my mouth and started to work their way down my neck and collarbone. His breath was hot on my skin. It was a stark contrast to the air around us.
A soft moan emanated from my throat and he moved his face to the small area between my breasts. With one swift motion he pulled down the straps of my thin dress and bra, exposing my already erect nipples to him. His left arm wrapped around my waist and hugged me tightly. It felt like our throbbing bodies were sinking into each other.
His right hand cupped my tit and he kissed gently all around it before finally massaging my nipple with his tongue. I ran my fingers through his thick, short hair and pulled his mouth down onto my flesh, forcing him to suckle me even harder.
He let go of my breast and reached down to the hem of my dress. His hand slipped under it and squeezed my thigh, moving up an inch or so with each time. Before I even realized it, his fingers had pushed their way between my legs and were stroking the very top of my aching mound.
“Oh god,” I gasped and threw my head back.
Dom’s mouth released my nipple. He moved his face back up to mine and we kissed again.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked.
Without opening my eyes, I considered his question thoughtfully. Even as my hormones raged nearly out of control, I had to force myself to come up with the answer. Was I okay with it? Was I willing to let go of my life up until that point and take the plunge into something completely new? And what about my joke of a life with Chris?
My heart was pounding against my chest wall, “Yes.”
“Look at me.”
I opened my lids slowly. Dom’s fiery eyes were locked with mine. They were gleaming more brightly right then than I had ever seen, shining almost like amber. It was then that I noticed his breathing: unlike mine it was slow and calm.
He leaned in to me, his nose gently touching against mine, “Is this what you want?”
It was.
“Yes,” I whispered to him.
There were no more words spoken after that. We didn’t need any.
He locked lips with me again and guided me backwards. My legs bumped up against the single chair and I was lowered down onto it softly. The thing was plush and full. My body sank down into it like I was kicked back on a cloud. Dom’s body hovered over mine for only a moment before he crawled down between my legs.
His hands slipped up each of my calves on the outside, pushing up my dress right along with them. As the hem rose upward on the backs of his wrists, another cold gust rushed past us. It made me shiver almost violently. Dom pulled my legs in close to him and I instantly felt warmer. Any uncertainty left from my decision was removed under his tight grip. All of my fears washed away on the backs of the breaking waves below us.
Dom reached between my thighs and gently began to rub his fingers over my growing wet spot. He was gentle at first, making wide sweeping motions with his fingers just on the outside of my thin panties. All the while he was knelt down low and was showering my sensitive skin with light pecks. As soft as they were, each one still felt like a small eruption taking place. He went on for some time like that. The slow pace was killing me and, yet, it made me aroused in a way that I never knew was possible.
His thumb pressed down onto my swelling nub and began to massage it up and down. I opened my legs up to him wider, allowing him in with everything that I had. With his free hand he gripped my thigh and spread me open even more. He moved up closer to me on the lounge chair.
He knelt down to me and placed his face right next to my pussy while he slipped the thin material of my panties out of the way. I quivered under his touch; my whole body was shaking in anticipation.
When his bare skin met mine, a flood of overwhelming release took over me. Two of his fingers gracefully slid into my slit. He moved them in and out slowly with a curled, “come hither” motion each time that he was inside of me. The intensity of my emotions that that moment made me feel him with every nerve; with every inch of my vulnerable space.
As I reached up to my own, still exposed, breasts and massaged my nipples, I felt Dom’s hot, wet tongue meet my folds. I cried out for him, my voice echoing through the valley below. Those moans and whimpers only made him more eager. His mouth moved over my clit and sucked gently on to it.
I reached out to him, my hands tenuously gripping his short hair with all that I could muster, and pulled him in closer. His face was buried in my wet lips. He licked and sucked me all while thrusting his fingers in and out of my channel.
Slowly his pace quickened. Eventually my whole body was bouncing back and forth under the force of his fingers in my hole. I rocked my hips up and down onto his lips and tongue, moaning and gasping loudly the whole time.
Never once did he relent. Just as I was coming to the brink, it was as if he knew.
A hot welling of tension built up in the pit of my stomach, just above where Dom was coaxing me closer. His left hand pinned my thigh down and grasped it tightly, almost painfully. On his other hand, the fingers pounded into my pussy with loud, wet slaps. His lips wrapped around my clit and began to suckle in quick, rhythmic pulses.
I came violently on that chair, the mysterious, wealthy stranger between my legs and working eagerly. Every inch of my nerves exploded in pure ecstasy. My already moist channel flooded with my own juices and tensed around his thick fingers. Dom didn’t stop right away. He slowed
his movements until I was finished, then pulled back and used his shirt to wipe my clear fluids off of his face.
After doing so, he climbed up over my body and kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around his powerful shoulders and dug my tongue into his mouth.
I was surprised when he simply laid down next to me and pushed my dress back down. He didn’t want to have sex. Instead he took his time covering my body and curled up right behind me. I could feel his deep, relaxed breaths as his chest pressed against my back. I didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, as it turned out, nothing needed to be said.
We stayed there until I started to doze off, safe in his warm embrace.
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He walked me to my room that night. I could tell that he didn’t want to leave me there. He lingered for a long time without even saying a word. There was a sense of vulnerability in his face that pulled me in. It threatened to keep me there as I wrestled with all of the new emotions flooding my heart and mind.
After some time he had kissed me goodbye and left down the hall, casting knowing looks over his shoulder the entire way. When he finally disappeared behind the mirrored doors of the elevator I went back into my room feeling like I was walking on air.
Sleep had come easy that night but the rest was anything but peaceful. I had dreams of him and Chris, nightmares that reflected the emotional turbulence that rattled my every waking thought. I can’t remember now what I had dreamed about but I have a very clear memory of waking up very early the next morning in a cold sweat. My hair had been tangled and knotted from a torrent of tosses and kicks over the earlier hours. The pillow below me was moist and sticky with sweat; maybe some tears, too.
Thankfully, Ari was passed out cold in the neighboring bed. I took a moment to compose myself on the edge of my bed before scurrying into the bathroom and showering for a long, long time. By the time that I finished cleaning up and dressing, the sun had fully risen and its golden shine was blazing through the room’s sheer curtains.
Much of that day was spent poolside with Ari. We had a few drinks (on a paid-for tab, of course) and just lounged around. She never asked about where I was the night before. Either she had no idea that I was even gone or she wasn’t going to pry. Chances were that she had been too drunk to notice, actually. The girl liked to party, what can I say?
After a couple of cocktails and a long bout of silence, she turned to me and shielded her brow with her free hand, “What’s up with you? You’re acting all distant.”
“Oh nothing.”
“Come on, she turned on her side to face me, “What’s going on?”
I laid my head back and closed my eyes, “I’ve just been thinking a lot about my life,” I paused, “and my relationship with Chris.”
She took a swing of her drink, “Look, nobody back home has wanted to say anything because we are all friends, but that mess should have been done a long time ago.”
I was a little stunned. I had never even gotten a hint from my friends that they knew I was unhappy back home. Truth be told, I thought that I was pretty good at hiding my misery. As it turned out, however, that must not have been the case.
“What do you mean?”
Ari set down her glass and gripped my arm. Her hand was like ice from the cold beverage, “We all know that you have been unhappy. It’s just that none of us felt like it was our place to say anything. Maybe we should have. I don’t know. You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“Of course not. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all.”
She let go of me and settled back into her chair, “I want you to be happy. You need to do what’s right for you, not what you think other people expect of you. Sometimes you have to walk away.”
I didn’t respond. As soon as she said that, my mind went back to the cab driver that had taken me to the airport. He had told me the same thing. Maybe the two of them were right. Maybe it was time to head in a different direction. Perhaps now was the time to embrace a new life; a new path. After all, one’s course didn’t have to be set in stone, did it?
My mind was slowly being made up. My decision to be with Dom the night before was becoming more and more validated as time crept onward.
Another of the many young, handsome attendants approached me, “Excuse me, ma’am?”
I looked over to my right. He was standing straight up with his hands clasped in front of him.
“Yes?”
“El Toro-“
I raised an eyebrow.
“Dom, I mean Dom,” he glanced around looking a little nervous all of a sudden, “he would like to know if you could meet him at the docks around six this evening.”
Those butterflies were back at work in my stomach, “Yes, of course.”
“Great, he sends his thanks.”
The worker made a tiny, almost imperceptible bowing motion before starting to back away.
I called after him, “Hey!”
He stopped and fidgeted his foot a little, “Yes, ma’am?”
“El Toro. Who is that?”
“Oh, I’m sorry miss. I, uh,” he glanced around again as if trying to buy just a moment to think, “I had just confused him for someone else. My apologies.”
“Okay then. Thank you.”
“Yes, no problem.”
As the boy scampered off like a dog with its tail between its legs, I was left to wonder what his problem was. Getting two people confused wasn’t exactly an executable offence as far as I knew. His behavior was strange but I let it go pretty quickly. Maybe he was just new and didn’t want to screw up. We’ve all been there. I had been waiting on tables for many years, after all.
“Who the hell is Dom?” Ari hollered a little too loudly from her seat.
“Oh,” I kicked back again with a little smile curling the corners of my mouth, “just someone I met yesterday.”
“Get it, girl.”
I just laughed. Even the sound of his name made me giddy. That evening couldn’t have come soon enough.
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Just before I was supposed to meet Dom down by the marina, Ari had helped me dress for the occasion. I could tell she was thrilled for me but I was sure that her enthusiasm couldn’t have held a candle to mine. We had gone to one of the resort’s shops and picked out a short, flowing dress. It was a very light cream color with small accent flowers running along the small straps. A thin, silk ribbon tied around the top just under my breasts. A simple bracelet and a pair of sandals later, I was ready for whatever my new lover had in store. I hoped that I was, anyway. After all, I still barely knew the guy.
Within only a few minutes I was out the door and on my way down to our meeting spot. The resort was quieter than I had ever seen it. During my entire walk I saw no more than two workers moving about. The evening breeze had picked back up again, carrying on it the salty, sweet smell of the ocean nearby. It made my soft, brown locks flutter behind me, right along with my new dress.
When I reached the wooden planks leading along the beach and toward the docks, my path was illuminated by rows of tiki torches that had been lit. Their flames sputtered and danced all around me. The sun was just above the horizon, ready to turn in for the night.
I rounded a sharp corner and spotted him standing down at the end of the walkway. He had his back to me and was watching the ocean with his hands tucked into the pockets of his shorts.
“Dom,” I called out to him.
He turned with a generous smile, “Sophie!”
I started to walk a little faster. It turned into a trot by the time I reached him and lunged into his arms. His embrace was warm, tight and inviting. He held me there close to him for some time, just rocking back and forth. I laid my head down on his chest and listened to the quick thumps of his heart.
“I’m so glad you came,” he told me.
“Me too.”
He pulled back but kept his arms wrapped around me, “Would you like to go on a short boat ride?”
I smirked, “A long one would be even better.”<
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His smile was big enough for me to see his one crooked tooth, “Even better. Let’s go.”
He helped me onto the vessel. It was all brand new and massive, with what looked like an entire living area down below the deck. All of the railings and surfaces had been polished and shined. Up above there was a man standing at the helm.
Dom motioned up to him, “That’s Miguel. He’s going to take care of us tonight.”
I waved up to him. He returned the gesture silently with a tip of his hat and went right back to looking out over the open waters in front of us. Almost immediately the engine hummed to life and the yacht pushed away from the shore. Dom took my hand and led me to the front of the boat where there was a large, rounded couch. The front of it was a small table that held champagne, glasses and the biggest vase of red roses that I had ever seen in my life.
I was a little stunned. It was the kind of thing that you only see in the movies.
Dom gripped my waist and guided me over to the couch where we sat close together. We had a few glasses of the champagne in silence. It wasn’t awkward, though. For a long time we just sat and held each other, watching the sun dip down toward its inevitable, daily fate. The reality of my departure date was lingering in the back of my mind. I didn’t want to go. I could have stayed right where I was for the rest of my life. There was a peace there in his arms that I had never known before.
He must have been reading my mind.
“When do you have to go?”
I tipped my head to the side and rested it on his shoulder, “We are supposed to leave tomorrow.”
He didn’t respond, just looked out over the golden-crested waves and sighed.
“How long are you staying here?” I asked.
“As long as I want.”
“You don’t have a job to get back to?”
He laughed a little, “Well, yes, I do. It’s just, uh-”
He hesitated for a moment.
“-A flexible position.”
We fell silent again. The brackish wind coming off of the sea was getting colder. A small chill raced through my spine and Dom looked down at me.
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