Chapter 4
Emily
There area few things in life that I am certain of.
Working hard seems like it’s never enough.
In relationships, you need to set terms and limitations.
And when you can, have as much fun as possible.
My day-to-day life is a lot. I get up in the morning and go about my routine of getting ready. I go to work and pour my heart into my staff and my tasks. Then I grab something quick for dinner, usually a chicken salad, and have a glass of wine while watching an episode of whichever true crime documentary that I am watching before going to bed. Then I get up and repeat the motions. Day after day.
I don’t stray from my routine very often.
On the weekends or when I’m on vacation, I keep to my morning and evening routine and usually spend my days out hiking or at a park, basking in the great outdoors and feeding my soul.
I didn’t plan to leave the resort while here this week. But hearing about Gavin’s day kindled a yearning in me to do just the same.
“So, what’s on your plan for tomorrow?” I ask, sitting across from him at the Mexican restaurant I selected to eat at from the fifteen restaurants on-site at the resort.
“Well, tomorrow is a bike ride,” he smiles.
“What?” I lean in.
“About forty-five minutes from here is an old Mayan town called Coba. And there are Mayan ruins there that I wanted to check out.”
“But you said a bike ride.”
“Yeah, you ride through some jungles and go to one ruin, then through more jungles and see others. There are a few cenotes as well.”
“Oh, cool.”
“If you have nothing planned, why don’t you come with me? You know, it will be a good time.” He grins, ear to ear, using what I practically called him last night at dinner.
I pretend to sit and think about his offer. Internally, I’m jumping up and down about him.
I lift a shoulder and return his grin. “Yeah, I think I can postpone my lounging around the pool to go sightseeing with you.”
“I feel honored.”
“Is your entire week planned out?” I ask.
“Nah, just a few days of excursions and shit. I like to get a little culture when I’m not at home.”
“How far out do you plan these annual trips of yours?” I ask.
“It depends. Mostly, I go with the flow and where it’s cheapest to fly to.”
“Why Tulum?” I ask curiously.
“It felt more grown up than Cancun.”
“Grown up?” I laugh.
“For my senior trip of high school, we went to Cancun. It was a blast. There was a lot of sex, drinking, and debauchery. So, if I think of Cancun, I think of that, back when I was eighteen. Tulum just seemed, I don’t know, more adult-like. Being that I’m in my thirties, I figured to go for the adult-like location over the place I partied my ass off as soon as I graduated. What about you?”
I understand that. That’s how I view most of Mexico.
“I’ve never been here before, and it was the first trip that I could schedule at a decent price.”
We ate dinner and then walked along the crashing waves at the shore. He grabs my hand and pulls me against him. With the moonlight above us, I could make out the soft features on his handsome face before he leaned down and our lips touched. I open to him, gripping him as we kiss.
“Your place or mine?” he asks.
“You choose,” I tell him.
I grab his hand and lead him toward my room.
We walk into the room and as soon as the door closes behind me, Gavin pushes me up against the wall. His hand runs the length of my side while our mouths explore one another. He presses into me and I feel his hardness.
Last night, he went down on me. Giving me an insight into what’s to come. I didn’t touch his cock, and could only imagine how blue his balls were when he went back to his room. Tonight, I will not let that happen.
We separate, and he pulls me by the hand to the bedroom. I sit down on the bed, and he stands between my legs and I reach for his belt. His hands push mine away and he bends to his knees, spreading mine further. His hands reach for the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down. When my lower half is bare to him, he pulls me to the edge of the bed and leans in. His tongue lashing out against my center. My breath hitches, and I lay all the way down on the bed, while he works his magic, bringing me to orgasm, not once, but twice.
And then kissing my lips gently, before saying good night for the evening.
We rented bikes and traveled from site to site of the Coba Ruins. The engravings we saw on the stone of the large structures had more beautiful creations to see. I felt deeply satisfied with immersing myself in the history of the Mayan civilization while we rode side by side to each site along a dirt path surrounded by greenery.
We took a break at one site and sat down on a bench beside our bikes.
“So, what do you know about this place?” she asks.
“Well, from reading about it, this place is pretty old. Like 50 to 100 A.D. old. The only evidence left from this time period that has been found is pottery. A lot. Back in the day, because of the uptick of people living here, Coba became a pretty significant city. At one time, it even had a female ruler. So, you know… much cooler than our country, long before it’s time.”
“How do you know so much about this stuff?” she questions.
“I read up a little once I make the plans to go somewhere. That way, I don’t look like a total asshole when I go there, by asking dumb questions to the guides or beautiful women such as yourself.”
“Oh yeah? And how many beautiful women have you told your research to?”
“I go on my vacations alone. I may entertain on occasions, but you’re the first woman that I’ve taken on one of my side trips.”
“Really? You’ve never met someone and hit it off so well that you spent time with them?”
“Are you trying to ask me how many women I’ve slept with? I thought we weren’t getting too personal?”
“I’m not. I’m just curious, that’s all.” She smiles.
“I prefer to ride solo. It makes coordinating much easier. However, I’m quite enjoying the time I’ve been spending with you.”
“So, what you’re telling me is that you’re breaking your unspoken rule?”
I laugh. It’s not a rule that I’ve ever had, but in a way, she’s right. Sure, I’ve randomly hooked up with a chick or two while on vacation, but I’ve never outright spent time with them outside of the bedroom. Let alone in multiple nights in a row.
“It’s not a big deal,” I tell her.
“Sure,” she agrees.
“Ready to go?” I ask.
“Where to now, Carmen San Diego?”
I shake my head. “There’s a cenote called Moultem-Ha. Wanna go swimming?”
We ride our bikes to the cenote. I pay the entrance fee and we grab our life vests. We walk on the deck to the railing. I look at the body of warm water and it’s so crystal clear. We swim for an hour together, laughing and spraying one another. We have the place to ourselves and perch on a rock with our bodies still covered by the water. She moves onto my lap and places her arm around my shoulders.
“Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I’m happy you came. It’s nice to enjoy some of these moments with someone else.”
She leans in and kisses me gently, but quickly. We both know that this isn’t the type of place to get carried away in. I pat her thigh gently and we get up. We walk out of the water and I take her hand.
We walk back to the lockers, and I ask the guy working at the life jacket counter to follow us and take our photo. He points over to a path that leads out into the water and stops in the center, with the overhead light peering down as if it’s a spotlight. He motions for us to walk down, and he follows us but stops halfway.
“Now, mister and missus. Go wild. I take many photos for you.” He offers us a smile with missing teeth.
We reach the center of the circle and I kiss her. Her arms circle me, and I hitch up one of her legs and dip her back.
“Perfect! So romantic!” he yells.
We slow dance, and I twirl her. I kiss her. I hug her. And at last, we stand facing him, with our heads turned toward one another, and smile, then look back at him before walking back. The smile on the man’s face is electric as he hands us my phone.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“No, thank you. It’s always wonderful to see two people in love come here.”
We return his smile and don’t correct him.
After a day of sightseeing.I’m exhausted but know that my night will be full as I have plans with Emily. The last few days have been more than I could have expected.
I can now cross off ‘have a romantic affair’, off of my bucket list. All that has happened since meeting at the airport bar has been fucking amazing. I saw her boarding the plane at the same gate as I was in, to sitting beside her on the flight and now here we are.
I unbutton my dress shirt as she removes her clothing. My hand glides from her shoulder to just above her ass and I pull her close to me.
I kiss her lips, her neck, her shoulder, and go back to her lips again. She slowly bends to her knees, grabs my waist, and begins to lower my shorts. My cock bounces out of the confinements of my boxers, and she secures her hand around my shaft. Kissing the tip, eliciting a soft moan from my throat.
She looks up at me with a smile as she darts her tongue out, licking my stomach while pumping my cock. She strokes me and opens her mouth. She pulls my cock out, her tongue flattening on the underside, and looks up at me. My hand moves gently to the back of her head as she sucks me off.
Stroke. Suck. Lick. All with her eyes glued to mine.
Fuck. I could come from just watching her.
She stands up and places her hand on my bare chest. I cradle her jaw and pull her against me, taking her mouth with mine.
I walk us to the bed. We disrobe fully before making it to the surface and I lay down first. She Places her body over mine, the heat of her pussy encasing my aching cock. She leans down, her breasts crash against my chest as we kiss ferociously.
She leans up on her knees, reaches between our bodies, and pumps my cock before placing it at her entrance. She slowly sinks down on me. My head pushes back into the pillow as my cock is surrounded by her warmth. Her pussy holds me like a vise as she moves up and down slowly. Her perfect tits bounce while my cock fucks her. She leans down again and kisses me while she grinds on me.
We move together, our breaths and the slapping of our skin against one another the only sound in the room. My hands reach up and I grip her tits and squeeze. My thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples as she loses herself above me.
My hands move to the top of her thighs, before to the globes of her ass as I guide her to bounce on me. She stops moving and rolls over onto the bed, pulling me to get on top of her. I grab my cock and place it at her warmth, watching myself sink into her slowly inch by inch before pumping into her. I can feel the pressure building within her. Her pussy squeezes, creating a slight friction as I pump in and out of her. My throat closes in the pure bliss while her pussy contracts.
“Fuck. I’m coming.” She tells me, which propels me into action.