Tulum #2
Not long after the sun had started to set, surprisingly early, Bel came over to her.
“How do you feel, your first big shoot finished?” she asked.
She was smiling, her cheeks slightly flushed, a cocktail in her hand.
Bel was relaxed, and Luisa realised that it was the first time she’d seen her relaxed all week, noting to herself that this was what professionalism looked like: focused yet friendly when the work needed to be done, relaxed only when it was finished.
Bel’s usual demeanour was serious, albeit with a dry sense of humour that you could detect around the edges, but smiling and relaxed suited her well.
Luisa took a sip of her drink and smiled. “It feels good, it’s been such a surreal week. I hope I do more.”
“I’m sure you will,” Bel replied. She paused, then leaned close to Luisa, close enough that only Luisa could hear what she said next, close enough that Luisa caught the scent of her perfume. “Come back to the hotel.”
Bel leaned back and looked at Luisa, looking her in the eye, and the thought didn’t even cross Luisa’s mind of saying no. She simply nodded, and the two of them left, they didn’t even make their excuses, they just slipped away into the fading light.
Bel’s hotel was only a couple of minutes’ walk away, and they were soon stood at her door.
She swiped her key card and opened it, holding it open for Luisa to go in.
Once she’d walked through, she let the door shut then said, “Let’s have a drink on the balcony.
” As so often that week, a statement rather than a question, and as so often that week Luisa didn’t even think of saying no.
As she walked through to the balcony Luisa couldn’t help marvelling at Bel’s room.
It was large, really quite spacious, decorated tastefully with a tiled floor, large dark wood bed, sitting area, and glimpsed in the corner a large bathroom.
Luisa had thought her own room was nice, but this was something else.
The perks of being the star of the show, she figured.
Bel had slid the balcony door open and Luisa went outside, leaning on the railing and enjoying the sight of the waves breaking on the beach down below in the twilight. It was warm, it felt relaxed, like the whole world was just chilling out.
Walking out onto the balcony Bel handed Luisa a large glass of white wine. “White wine was what was cold.” A statement again, one that Luisa accepted without question.
Luisa stood facing Bel as she took a sip. Bel took a long drink of her own, eyes focused on Luisa the whole time, then sat down in one of the chairs. Luisa copied her.
“The parties get too much sometimes,” Bel said after a few minutes, breaking their companionable silence.
“And always, always, there’s some guy who wants to hit on you.
Always. He’s seen you all week, he confuses your professionalism with you liking him, he thinks he’s got a shot.
” She looked at Luisa. “Thinks he's going to get to fuck a model. Don’t be tempted. Unless you can get something out of him, then maybe. But otherwise, don’t. ”
Luisa took another drink, then replied, “That sounds like you’re speaking from experience?”
Bel looked away for a few moments, then her gaze settled back on Luisa.
“Absolutely. Go with it if you want to, or if it helps you, but never…” She paused and looked at Luisa intently.
“Never because you think you have to.” A smile played across her lips.
“Us women need to look out for each other in this business.”
Luisa nodded her understanding. “When’s your next job?”
“Too soon. Next week, I’m over in New York for the month.”
The conversation started to flow from there, talking about what Luisa had on the cards, Bel giving her some ideas.
She promised to give Luisa’s details to her agent in LA, to see if he could help Luisa at all.
Like the rest of the week, it was a good conversation but the dynamic remained, twenty year old Bel passing her hard-earned wisdom on to Luisa, all of two years her junior.
Before they knew it, they’d drained their glasses and Bel was topping them up. It was dark outside by then, just the sound of the waves and tropical insects floating up to them.
They spent a few more minutes in silence, then Bel lit a cigarette and went to stand, glass of wine in her other hand, looking out from the balcony. Luisa watched her, and then Bel turned and offered the cigarette to Luisa.
Luisa got out of her chair and stood next to Bel, letting her put the cigarette to Luisa’s lips for her to inhale, Bel’s little finger brushing Luisa’s jaw, almost imperceptibly.
Bel was watching her closely, not stood far away at all, the red glow of the cigarette reflected in her dark eyes as Luisa inhaled, Bel’s lips slightly parted.
Bel seemed to reach a decision. She stubbed the cigarette out, flicking the butt out over the edge of the balcony, then drained her wine glass.
With a look at Luisa, a look she held for a few seconds, Bel walked over to the balcony door and stopped, turning to face Luisa, one hand resting on the doorframe.
“Come to bed.”
Three words. A statement not a question. Without even thinking, much as she had all week, Luisa obeyed and followed Bel into the bedroom. It felt inevitable. And it probably was.
***
She left the door open. A light breeze blew through carrying the sound of the waves and the smell of the sea into the room.
Bel was stood next to the bed, her hands held out towards Luisa, her eyes focused on Luisa at the exclusion of everything else.
Luisa walked over to her slowly, taking the hands that Bel had offered in her own, and as Luisa stepped closer, much closer, their fingers intertwined. Luisa felt a thrill run through her at Bel’s touch.
They stood, close, intimate, hands held in hands, looking at each other, for what felt to Luisa like an exquisite eternity, until Bel moved one hand up to stroke a strand of loose hair away from Luisa’s face. Her hand stayed there.
Then, slowly, ever so slowly, Bel moved her head towards Luisa, and Luisa moved her head towards Bel, and finally their lips met, a slow, sensuous, soft kiss, exploring each other’s lips and nothing more. Yet.
The kiss lasted and lasted, thrilling and exciting, an otherworldly experience.
Eventually, letting go of Luisa’s other hand, Bel leaned back and her hands skimmed Luisa’s shoulders, sliding the straps of her dress down, peeling the dress away and letting it fall in a heap around Luisa’s ankles, leaving her naked save for the thong she was wearing underneath.
It should have felt weird, Luisa thought afterwards, standing in front of Bel with virtually nothing on, but it didn’t, it really didn’t.
It felt natural, like it was something that had been preordained from their first meeting at the start of the week.
And, she realised, it wasn’t as if they hadn't already seen each other nearly naked many times throughout the shoot already.
Bel kissed her again then, slowly but deeply, more passionately than that first kiss, their arms wrapped around each other, hands feeling the muscles in each other’s backs.
One of Bel’s hands reached up to Luisa’s hair, her fingers slipping through it, while the other settled on her rear, sliding inside her thong and gently squeezing, making Luisa kiss her back harder.
Luisa didn’t think, didn’t hesitate. There was nothing in her mind, absolutely nothing, that wanted to do anything other than be stood there, nearly naked, kissing Bel.
Nothing. The thought that she wasn’t into women, that she had a boyfriend, that this might not be a good idea, none of that entered her mind.
It felt like she was living in the moment, outside of time, and nothing else mattered.
“Lie down.” Again, a statement, a command, not a question. Luisa gave a little smile to Bel and climbed on to the bed, lying down with her head resting on the pillows.
Bel stood at the foot, looking down at Luisa, her eyes hungrily taking her in, while Luisa lay there and let her, liking that someone like Bel could find her so appealing, so enthralling.
Holding her gaze, Bel reached behind her and unzipped her own dress, letting it fall, leaving her stood in her lingerie, an expensive looking black lace set. She undid her bra and slid it off, then bent over and slid off her underwear too, before climbing on to the bed herself.
Bel crawled over to Luisa, her hair hanging down, and from a kneeling position near to Luisa’s legs she reached for her thong, slipping it off. Luisa lifted her legs to help, throwing it to one side.
As Luisa lowered her legs, Bel guided them, parting them with gentle pressure, so that she was kneeling between them.
She reached her hand out, all while still gazing into Luisa’s eyes, and touched her.
Softly, delicately, her fingers tracing the outline of Luisa’s folds.
Luisa gasped. She'd not realised until then how much she’d wanted to be touched like this all week, feeling her body respond to Bel’s touch in a way she’d never responded to anyone before.
Bel smiled, then leaned forward and replaced her fingers with her tongue, and Luisa couldn’t help but moan, her back arching, as she felt electricity shoot through her, Bel’s tongue doing something very, very right.
The next half an hour was a revelation to Luisa, opening her eyes to what pleasure could really be.
Bel took her time, really took her time, using her tongue and her fingers to slowly, slowly build Luisa up then let her back down again, again and again, so that Luisa was in a state of ecstasy, starting to lose control as she got closer and closer to a peak each time.
All of her sexual experience so far, all of it, had been about her partner's pleasure, about him getting what he wanted, usually pretty quickly, and her getting the scraps.
She could probably count on the fingers of one hand how many times she'd genuinely orgasmed at the touch of someone else rather than on her own, and those times had been, well, they'd been alright.
Nothing special. She got more out of it when she was on her own, that was for sure.
To have someone else, someone so gentle and calm and attentive, focused entirely on her pleasure was mind blowing, almost literally.
She felt, as Bel’s tongue worked it's magic again, as if a wall in her head had come crashing down and an amazing world that she hadn't realised lay beyond it was revealed, waiting for her to discover.
When, finally, Bel didn't let her fall back down again, instead pushing Luisa further and further, Luisa felt her orgasm starting to cascade through her, a toe curling, back arching, sheet clutching, screaming orgasm, the only way she could describe it to herself afterwards was the sensation of utterly losing all sense of herself under Bel’s touch, of completely losing control but happily so, safe in the knowledge that the person doing that to you was taking care of you.
After that first, earth shattering orgasm, Bel gave Luisa time to recover, kissing her and gently caressing her, reassuring her, fetching them both another drink.
And then, just as she had all week, Bel taught her.
First of all, she taught her how to touch another woman, how to translate what Luisa did to herself when she was on her own to another body, how to listen for the signs and change what she was doing when she needed to.
Luisa felt pride, a massive sense of pride, minutes later when she held Bel up close, her lips and tongue on Bel’s breasts while her fingers played between Bel’s legs, marvelling at the feeling of another woman's arousal, and felt and heard Bel’s own orgasm shake through her.
And then later still, when Bel taught her how to use her tongue and fingers together, the knowledge that she had made Bel’s back arch, made Bel use English swear words that Luisa certainly hadn’t been taught in school, made Bel cry out Luisa’s name, all while Bel’s thighs tightened around her head as her orgasm peaked.
.. well, if there was a word beyond pride then that was what it was.
That night Luisa lost count of how many times they each orgasmed, and of the variety of ways in which those orgasms came.
It was a night of liberation, one where there was no ulterior motive, no agenda from either of them.
.. Luisa was in no doubt, no doubt whatsoever that this was two people taking turns to give each other pleasure and nothing more.
It was a moment, a single night carved out of time, an encounter that had no substance back in the real world.
For an eighteen-year-old Luisa, new to this world of international fashion shoots, it was liberating.
It was magical.