The three collapse on the sofa, oblivious of what the world around them is doing. They don’t care what happens at that moment. What just happened was just pure carnal pleasure.
Tréasa looks at Rave and slowly rubs his cock.
“Was that your sexual fantasy?” Tréasa asks.
“No,” Rave answers. “But it definitely makes the top spot in my sexual fantasy list.”
“She’s my offering for the night,” Tréasa says, referring to the masked woman. “To make my stay here very memorable. It wasn’t easy looking for a woman who did what she just did.”
“You’re the best, Tréasa.” Rave says as he plays with her breasts.
“Don’t say that,” Tréasa says. “If you haven’t been with every woman in the world yet.”
“Right,” Rave says as she watches Tréasa get dressed. The masked woman leaves as per agreement.
“So, what are your plans for your last night in Maira-ira Cove?” Rave asks as he sips his drink.
“Same as yours.” Tréasa says. “Maybe a game after dinner?”
“I’m not sure what it is, but if you suggest it, I’m in,” Rave says with enthusiasm.
Chapter Nine: Target, Shoot, Strip
Tréasa spends the entire day writing her review on Maira-ira Cove. She uploads the pictures she took and finishes twenty pages. As she looks at her finished piece, she realizes that she has outdone herself again. She never does expect to end up with so many thoughts about the location, its people, and its food. More than these, Tréasa knows that she is able to achieve a renewal in the Cove. For years, she didn’t open herself up to men because she was afraid that she would fall in love again. But in Maira-ira, Rave taught her that she could just let herself go without asking anything in return. It’s having fun in every sense of the word.
As Tréasa sends her email to the Delta marketing team leader, she remembers the last activity that she and Rave are about to do that evening. She gets everything ready in her nipa hut. After an hour and a half, she calls Rave and tells him to come over. In half an hour, he’s there with a pitcher of his latest drink and some lechon de leche. On a low, bamboo table is a spread of grilled shrimp, fried rice, and fruit salad. There is also a dart board set up.
“I hope that pitcher has alcohol in it,” Tréasa says as she appears in a plain white shirt and white drawstring pants. “We’ll need it for the game.”
“Of course it has alcohol,” Rave says. “What’s the game?”
“You target a color or a number on the board there and try to hit it,” Tréasa starts. “If you miss, you drink and strip. If you hit it, the opponent drinks and strips.”
“Very creative,” Rave says as he puts down his pitcher and platter of lechon. “Who starts?”
“Rock, paper, scissors,” Tréasa says. “First to score two points starts.”
“Okay,” Rave says. “You’re looking at a champion right here.”
After a few minutes, Tréasa starts the dart game. Rave still finds it impossible to lose that elimination game. The two practically take turns drinking and stripping throughout the game. Luckily, they have something to eat so they don’t get drunk easily. Tréasa is already down to her underwear while Rave is down to his pants. And underwear.
“Why did you choose darts anyway?” Rave asks.
“Because it’s fun if it has a twist,” Tréasa says while chewing a strip of pork skin. “By the way, you still have two questions to ask me.”
“Yeah,” Rave says. “The second question is, do you plan on getting married someday?”
“Why not?” Tréasa replies. “I’m open to it. Just not in the soonest.”
“Oh I know that,” Rave says as he puts down his darts. “Which leads me to ask my final question.”
Rave approaches Tréasa and with his finger, he traces her face down to her neck, cleavage, navel, and stops right on her clit.
“What do you want me to do to you 90% of tonight?” Raven asks as he teases Tréasa’s mouth with his.
“Eat me, eat on me, eat with me,” Tréasa whispers as she removes her bra, exposing her very gifted bosom to Rave. Her nipples press against his bare chest as he leans over to kiss her. He squeezes her ass and pulls down her pink panty.
Naked, Tréasa positions herself on the thinly-cushioned low table that she requested earlier. Rave prepares to eat on her. He first sets the shrimps on her legs and thighs. He places pieces of pork on each breast. Rave then drizzles cream between her breasts and licks it off. He starts eating the shrimps from her calf, upwards. He drizzles some lechon sauce on her navel and sucks it all before he eats the pork pieces on Tréasa’s breasts.
Tréasa sees the lust in Rave’s eyes. She imagines his mouth on her pussy again and her desires fire up instantly. Rave knows what Tréasa wants. He gets a small bowl of fruit salad and spoons some each on her breasts. He slurps them up noisily as Tréasa moans in delight.
“Wow,” Tréasa whispers as she feels her wetness getting more intense.
Rave spoons fruit salad on her pussy then voraciously eats it all up like a wild animal. Tréasa is going crazy with lust and wickedness. She moans and pants with excitement. She could barely move because Rave has her in his mouth. His hard searching tongue, playing with her clit and opening at the same time. He sucks and licks alternately, driving Tréasa wild. He then concentrates on her clit, sucking, biting, and licking as he fingers her fast. Tréasa is so wet. After a few more minutes, Tréasa screams and arches her body. Her cream mixes with the cream of the fruit salad that Rave spoons over her pussy once more. He eats it off her some more and licks her clean. Tréasa trembles but wants Rave in her.
Rave sits on the cushioned table and rests his back against the bedpost. Tréasa spoons fruit salad cream on his chest and watches it roll down to his navel. She licks it off downwards, sucking his navel at the end. Tréasa removes Rave’s pants. He isn’t wearing any underwear at all. Tréasa drips cream on his hard cock and licks it off. Rave moans and caresses Tréasa’s dark hair and squeezes her plump breasts. Tréasa coats Rave’s cock with cream and then eats it all off. She sucks his cock hungrily—fast and deep. Rave could feel his cock hit the back of Tréasa’s throat. She opens up his legs and sucks his groin as her hands rub his cock faster and faster. She gathers his balls in her mouth and plays with them using her tongue. Rave moans as she sucks his balls. Tréasa tells Rave to go on all fours and he obliges. Tréasa licks his balls from behind. She drips cream in between his ass cheeks and licks it off as she continues to play with his cock. Rave grips the bedpost tightly. No one has ever done that to him before. His lust for Tréasa grows by the second. He wants to be in her now.
Rave sits on the table again. Tréasa crawls towards him and sits on his hard lap. His cock rubs in between her ass cheeks as she grinds and teases him. He rubs her huge breasts on his face as she holds his hands down. Rave looks into her lustful eyes and suddenly lifts her up and sets her on the bed. Tréasa hands him some long pieces of cloth.
“Tie me up, cowboy,” Tréasa says.
Rave ties each leg to the bamboo posts and her hands together above her head. Rave takes advantage of her breasts like a deprived virgin slave. The sounds of sucking and moaning intensify Tréasa’s desires. Rave is clearly hungry for her. His cock is so hard at that very moment. He doesn’t even need to guide it into Tréasa anymore. He just inserts it and Tréasa welcomes it with warmth and wetness. Rave goes in and out of Tréasa as he fondles her breasts. He then unties her left leg and brings it up to his shoulders, allowing his cock to go deeper. Tréasa moans louder and louder as Rave pinches her nipples and squeezes her breasts. He thrusts faster and faster. The bamboo bed creaks in harmony with their rhythm. Then, both let out an orgasmic scream. Rave collapses on Tréasa’s side. Tréasa pants heavily.
“That was epic,” Tréasa sighs and smiles at Rave.
The two enter the shower together and wash each other once more. Tréasa realizes the liberation of being comfortable with your own body a
nd sexuality. Rave just can’t believe that this beautiful young woman has been with him the entire week and not once has she asked anything about his private life. Tréasa glances once more at Rave’s tanned hands that night. The indelible mark of a wedding ring stands out even after a few days of its absence.
Tréasa knows her last question that will let Rave know of what she is already aware of. She just needs the proper moment to ask it.
Chapter Ten: Check-in, Check-out
“So can I see you again?” Rave asks as he and Tréasa sit together in the first class area of their flight. Tréasa smiles at him. “If you could let me know where you’re gonna be each flight, I could be there.”
Tréasa holds Rave’s hand and whispers to his ear.
“Why don’t we check into somewhere when we reach home and talk about it?” Tréasa says. Rave agrees.
Tréasa sleeps throughout the flight. Even when they change planes, the two barely discuss anything about their continuing to see each other. Minutes before they reach LA, Tréasa covers Rave’s lap with her coat and plays with his cock. She feels it go hard in seconds. She squeezes and rubs it again until they are safe on the runway.
The two check into a hotel near the airport but Tréasa wants to go in first. She tells Rave to just follow her after twenty minutes.
When Rave opens the door, Tréasa is wearing a white, sleeveless blouse and a tan mini skirt. Rave locks the door behind him and puts down his things. Tréasa turns her back on him and bends over, revealing her white thong. Rave falls on his knees behind Tréasa and starts licking her thighs, her ass, and her pussy through her thong. Tréasa moans. The wet spot tells Rave that Tréasa is ready for him. His cock is aching. Rave doesn’t remove Tréasa’s thong. He just moves the thin obstacle to the side and slips his cock inside her. He thrusts slowly at first then hard and fast. Rave and Tréasa both cum at the same time. Tréasa sits on the edge of the bed and then lies on her back. Her legs are still trembling and open. She wants to cum one more time so she removes her clothes and starts pleasuring herself. Rave watches her and starts touching himself as well. Tréasa fondles with her breasts as she fingers herself. Rave comes closer and cums on Tréasa’s pussy. She uses the hot cum to lubricate her pussy more. She opens up her legs and inserts three fingers inside. She rubs her pussy and clit at the same time. Rave holds her legs apart and watches her. As Tréasa cums, her white cream combines with his cum. It flows onto the linen sheets as Tréasa arches her body. A few minutes later, the two lie side by side.
“I still have a question left,” Tréasa says while looking at Rave’s satisfied face.
“Shoot,” Rave says.
“How many kids do you have with your wife?” Tréasa asks bluntly.
Rave is speechless. He always thought that if he acted like a single guy, everything would be good with him and Tréasa.
“Three boys,” Rave admits as he turns and looks at the ceiling. “It’s the ring mark on my finger. I removed the ring hoping the tan would even out. But you caught me.”
“Your answer to my last question is the exact reason why we can’t do this anymore. It has been a very colorful week in Maira-ira Cove and I thank you for that.” Tréasa says while looking at the ceiling as well. She then gets up and washes up.
“You better get dressed, Rave,” Tréasa says. “Your wife picks you up at the airport today, am I right?”
“How did you know that?” Rave asks in disbelief.
“I assumed,” Tréasa admits. Rave smiles and shakes his head.
Rave finishes fixing himself up and approaches Tréasa.
“I am honored to be part of your life, even for just a week,” Rave says as he kisses Tréasa lightly on the mouth. “I’ll never forget you.”
“Same here,” Tréasa says. “Take care.”
Rave leaves Tréasa in the hotel room. After a few minutes, Tréasa leaves the room as well. She goes down to the café in front the restaurant downstairs and orders a black forest espresso smoothie. Moments later, she sees Rave enter the hotel lobby with his wife. They go straight to the restaurant. Tréasa smiles and turns on her notebook. She opens the email from the marketing department.
Dear Miss Whelan:
This is to inform you that the exceptional review on Maira-ira Cove is going to be published electronically and traditionally in the next month's issue of Sky Magazine. Such a flawless writing should only be encouraged and supported. Please await further instructions for your next review mission. The same system of communication will be used. The privileges and compensation will be increased by your next assignment.
Thank you for sharing your talents with Delta Airlines. We are honored to have you under our wings.
Best regards,
Delta Marketing Dept.
Tréasa is very glad that the HR liked her work. She really poured herself into it. Victoria must have known about it already but she still sends her an email as courtesy. A few minutes later, Victoria sends her email reply.
Hey!
What did I tell you? I knew you could pull it off and you gave even more! I order you three days off. See your family then report back. See you soon!
Vic
Chapter Eleven: Anticipation
After bringing most of her things to her Huntington Beach apartment, she calls her brother to pick her up. They head straight to the shop. As the shop’s door opens, the familiar aroma of coffee, baked goods, and home-cooked meals fills the air around Tréasa once more in the Whelan Coffee Shop and Deli that afternoon.
“How long is your rest period, dear?” Hilda asks as she serves Bolognese spaghetti and cherry chocolate shake to Tréasa.
“I have three days, mom,” Tréasa replies as she calls out to Gilbert. “Where are my onion rings and tartar sauce?”
“Here they are, your highness,” Gilbert says jokingly. “So, how was the Philippines?”
“Magical place, I tell you,” Tréasa heaves. “You should take Kristel there.”
She turns to Hilda and Smith.
“Or you guys could go there on your next anniversary! What do you think?” Tréasa asks as she nibbles on her onion rings.
“Well, if things run smoothly with Cor this year, we just might do that,” Smith replies.
Tréasa tells her family how lush the foliage was in Pagudpud. The sand on the beach was white and the water was completely blue. She shows them the pictures she took and the review she wrote.
“You’re really good at what you do, my dear,” Smith says as he embraces his daughter. I am so proud of you.
“Thank you, dad,” Tréasa says. “Well, I’m here for three days so, what can I do to help?”
“Since you brought that up, I would want us to start a journal online and right here in the shop. Tell her, my love,” Smith says as he kisses her wife’s hand.
“Your father wants to bring coffee news, relaxing stories, poems, and things like that to our customers,” Hilda says. “Some light reading. Maybe some articles on the company’s history perhaps.”
“The website has to be up first before we could upload the journal, dad,” Tréasa says. “I’d be more than happy to help with the content.”
“I hired a web designer last week and he’ll be finishing up tomorrow,” Gilbert says as he helps himself with Tréasa’s onion rings.
“I better start working then,” Tréasa says. “By the way, how is the packaging for the Cor line?”
“They’re right here,” Smith says as he brings out the packages. The coffee blends that have the flavors Tréasa created are placed in tin canisters with colored caps with the company’s seal.
“Wow,” Tréasa says. “I can’t believe it!”
“You better,” Smith retorts, “I took the liberty of affixing your signature there at the bottom right so they know who made it.”
“Thanks, dad,” Tréasa says as she finishes her spaghetti. “Hey, anybody up for a Filipino dinner later?”
“By all means!” Hilda says. “Here, take your car. I u
sed it to get here this morning.”
“I’m off to the grocery! Be prepared to be stunned!” Tréasa says as she glides out to her car, carrying her purse and her shake.
“Are you sure you made enough for all of us, Tréasa?” Maria asks as she nibbles on the ukoy. “ Because I’m telling you now, I can finish five of these babies in half an hour.”
“No problem with that, Maria,” Tréasa assures her. “I processed enough squash for back up.”
Tréasa prepared steamed brown rice, grilled squid filled with onions, tomatoes, and black pepper; ukoy or squash and shrimp fritters in sweet vinegar dip; roasted pork shoulder with crispy skin on; grilled tilapia filled with tomatoes and onions; and sweet donuts covered with cinnamon and chocolate powder.
At seven, everyone is already washed up for dinner. The aroma doesn’t compare to anything they have smelled before. The flavors that Tréasa picked up from her travel to Maira-ira Cove definitely tell her family that they should experience everything first hand.
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