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“Yes, but why take chances? I do work here, you know.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I entered, playing dumb and realizing that as an employee, he had easily made his own key card. “I want to hear you say it, in that sexy-ass voice of yours.”
“I’m here to eat your pussy and fuck the shit out of you.”
“Amen, my brother. A-men. ”
He dropped his boxers down to his ankles and I dropped to my knees in front of him without a second’s hesitation.
“I’m so hungry,” I whispered.
“Didn’t you just leave dinner?”
“Yes, but they didn’t have dick on the menu.”
“You like dick.”
“I love dick. I cherish dick.”
I licked the head of his dick and added, “I adore dick.”
I lifted his dick up and licked his balls. “And I worship balls.”
“Damn, I think I love you,” Yemi stated.
I gave Yemi a blow job that he would never forget, adding in ice and a couple of breath mints for good measure. I told him, “This is what us American sisters call the icy hot.”
“It’s what Bahamian men call off the fucking chain!” he declared as he fed me his dick for the next thirty minutes or so.
I had him lie on his back on the bed and placed my bikini-waxed pussy on his lips. “Now eat me while I continue to enjoy you,” I said as we got comfortable in the sixty-nine position.
His tongue was thick and long, and I could tell that he was one of those men who did not eat pussy so much to please the women as to please themselves. He and I were compatible; we both performed oral sex because we loved it and not as a matter of reciprocity. If a man never ate me out, I would still insist on sucking his dick. Even as a child, I was always sucking on something: lollipops, Creamsicles, dill pickles. Somewhere along the line, in my formative high school years, I graduated to sucking dicks.
Later on that night, we fucked in the Jacuzzi. I let the warm water pulsing through the jets soothe me as I sat on Yemi’s dick and cradled back and forth like a mother and child. He was so damn sexy, and I began to regret that I would have to leave. That’s the only fucked-up thing about “vacationships.” Every once in a while you run across someone that you do not want to be a one-night stand. Yemi was one of those. I craved to take him back to the States with me, but that was not to happen. I realized it, as did he, so we made the most out of the next thirty-six hours.
I still had to work and deal with Jill’s bitchy ass, but once I had the chance to get away from the group, Yemi and I were fucking and sucking. We went to town on each other on the sand, right by the ocean late at night. That had always been a fantasy of mine, and Yemi had made it come true. I tried anal for the first time with him and he made it seem easy. It was nothing horrible, as I had imagined, and when his dick entered my ass, I felt like I was giving him a special part of me. He rode me on the sand, with the waves cascading on us. It was such an incredible sensation; one that I will never forget.
I asked Yemi not to tell me good-bye. I promised that I would be back when I got the chance. He promised that he would come see me again, but this time in my hometown. None of that ever happened. I will tell you what did happen though.
Jill got on my last nerve on the plane ride home. I could not wait for her to get the fuck out of my face. When we landed, everyone left except for the pilot and me. I was doing some last-minute paperwork on my laptop, and he said that he did not mind my remaining on board while he performed routine maintenance on the underside of the plane. I jumped when I heard someone get on board. It turned out to be Steven.
“I’m sorry, Mona. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said. “Jill left her sunglasses in the cup holder by her seat.”
“No problem. I’ll get them for you. Is she waiting for you in the car?”
“No, she’s already at home. I said that I would come back and get them. She tried to insist on making you bring them. I didn’t feel that was appropriate.”
I didn’t comment as I retrieved the glasses and handed them to him. Our fingers brushed against one another’s and it was like lightning.
“I apologize for Jill. My wife has this way of turning people off, and I’ve tried to explain that to her.”
“Well, as long as she turns you on, that’s all that matters,” I stated sarcastically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”
He stared at me. “Actually, you turn me on.”
“I’m flattered, Steven, but—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he was all on me. His kisses were sweet. The way he suckled on my nipples was intense. The way he fingered my pussy with an urgency was invigorating. We crash-landed on the queen-size bed in the quarters in the back of the plane. Then we commenced fucking. We’ve been fucking ever since; eight months and counting. Do I regret it? Yes and no. I regret that Steven’s still married to Jill. He denies sleeping with her but I know he’s lying. But I like fucking Steven. It’s comfortable, and in a way I like knowing that I am sticking it to Jill. One day, I believe that I can take him, but do
