by Glenn, Roy
The cruise was scheduled to leave at seven in the morning, so I set the alarm for five-thirty and turned out the lights, mentally preparing for my twelve-hour cruise.
It was four hours out, four hours at sea, and four hours back, so by the time I finished telling big fish stories with the guys, and returned the fishing gear I had rented, it was almost ten.
When I stepped in the hotel lobby, I saw a very pretty lady walking barefoot, wearing a white-and-black thong bikini, turning men’s heads—and some women’s—in her wake. As I watched her walk, I thought about Taye’s refusal to let me play on her playground. From where I stood, that woman had the kind of playground that I could get used to.
I started to follow her out to the pool to talk to her—she was just that fine. But then I looked at how I was dressed, and how I smelled after a day of fishing in the hot sun. You smell like you work in a sushi bar, I thought. I walked as quickly as I could to the elevator, and went back to my room.
When I got to the room, much to my surprise, and disappointment, Taye was still awake. "Where have you been all day?" Taye asked.
"Hello, Taye," I said. "I went on a deep-sea fishing cruise. How was your day?"
"Fine," was her single word answer, and then she returned her eyes and attention to the movie she was watching.
Without another word, I quickly retrieved my swimming trunks from my suitcase, and headed for the shower. Once I was showered and dressed, I grabbed a towel and headed for the door. "I’m going to take a dip in the pool. You wanna join me?" I asked, knowing what her answer would be.
"No, I’m watching a movie."
"Okay babe. You enjoy." And with that, I was out the door. I ran down the hall to the elevator, hoping that the woman wouldn’t be gone when I got to there. But if she was gone, I would take a dip. And since Taye was still up and appeared to be in a good mood, I would go back to the room and try to make nice with the wife.
When I arrived at the pool, I looked around for her. "Damn!" I said out loud, disappointed that she was gone. I turned around to put my towel on a chair near the swallow end of the pool. As I turned to get in the water, she literally exploded from the water like Halle Berry did in that Bond movie.
Her head drifted back, and she ran her fingers through her wet hair, before opening her eyes. The beauty had the prettiest set of tits I had ever seen. Her nipples were protruding through the material like they were begging to get sucked. When she got to the steps, I was standing on the edge of the pool, directly in front of her. "Hello," I said.
"Hi," she said excitedly.
"How’s the water?" I asked, and noticed the ring on her finger.
"Absolutely wonderful; but don’t take my word for it. I think you should get in the water and see for yourself," she said with the prettiest smile.
"I think I will," I said, and laughed a little.
"So what are you waiting for?"
"Nothing," I said, and made my way to the steps.
"Coward," the beauty said. "Just get in," she challenged.
With that, I walked down to the deep end and tried to do the perfect dive. The water was cold at first, but I quickly got use to it and swam to the shallow end where the beauty was still standing.
"What do you think? Is this water wonderful or not?" Avonte asked.
"Yes, it is."
"I wouldn’t steer you wrong," the beauty said, then went underwater. Then she came up for air, closed her eyes, and ran her fingers through her wet hair. I felt my dick getting hard. Damn, she was fine as hell. "My name is Avonte Petrocelli."
"Devin James," I said, and held out my hand.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Avonte asked as she made her way back to me.
"Yeah," I answered slowly, "I’m having a good time."
"Hmm. Then why don’t I believe you?"
"I don’t know. Why don’t you believe me?"
"Something about the look on your face, and the totally unconvincing way you said yeah." Avonte licked her lips.
I had to laugh a little, but chose not to comment on her statement; especially since it was the truth. "What about you, Avonte; are you having a good time?" I asked, and hoped she would lick her lips like that again.
"Oh, yeah, I’m having a great time. Mostly, I’ve been out here working on my tan."
"You tan well. Like a bronze goddess, Avonte."
"Well, thank you," Avonte said and smiled. That was nice, too, but not as nice as her tongue floating over her lips.
I took a step back from Avonte and went under the water. When I opened my eyes in the pool, I got an eyeful of Avonte’s wide hips, and the luscious mound between her legs. When I came back up for air, Avonte was walking away from me. As she got out of the pool, Avonte turned her head and winked at me.
"I’m sure I’ll see you around, Devin," she said, as she walked off dripping wet.
"Oh, yeah, Ms. Avonte, I’m sure that you’ll see me around."
I wasn’t ready to go back to the room after Avonte left, so I swam around in the pool, thinking how peaceful it was. I thought about how I wanted to be in there with Taye. She used to love the water. Weekend trips to the beach was our thing; or at least one of them. Now, the way things were looking, she wouldn’t even go to the beach with me.
The longer I swam, I slowly came to the conclusion that if I was going to have a good time on my vacation, it would be by myself. It wasn’t how I wanted it to be, but like I said, I would be damned if I let her ruin things for me. But then I thought maybe I was overreacting. Maybe when I get back to the room, Taye and I could go out and experience nightlife in San Juan. Maybe she’d even go to the casino with me, but that would be pushing it. Taye hated smoke-filled casinos, even before everything happened.
With a brand new attitude, I got out of the pool, dried off, and headed back to the room. Dancing. Taye used to like dancing to Latin music, I thought as I put my keycard in the door. "Taye," I called as walked in, and immediately knew that salsa dancing the night away wasn’t gonna happen.
Taye was fast asleep. The movie she was watching was now watching her. I went and sat down on the bed next to her. "Taye," I said, and shook her gently. "Wake up, baby. Let’s go do something."
But she didn’t answer. Taye was dead to the world, and the reason was there on the nightstand: her bottle of sleeping pills. Once she popped a couple of them, Taye could sleep through an earthquake. I got up from the bed and went and sat out on the balcony for a while. It was a beautiful night, and I wasn’t about to spend it in the room watching Taye sleep. I got up and got in the shower, got dressed, and got out of there.
I went to the concierge’s desk and asked for a cab. Once I was in the cab and the driver asked me where I wanted to go, I told him I didn’t know. "I was hoping that you could tell me."
"What do you want to do, señor?" he asked in better English than I expected. "You look for mujeres?"
"Mujeres?"
"Women, señor," he smiled, and cupped his hands in front of his chest.
"No, no. Where’s a good place to go dancing?" I asked.
"Rumba."
"Yeah, rumba," I said, thinking he was talking about the dance.
"No, no, señor. Rumba is a club in old San Juan."
"Oh." I felt stupid, but fuck it, I’m on vacation.
"I tell you, señor, the club is small and it gets crowded, but it’s known in San Juan’s underground nightlife circuit as one of the places to go. They film many crowd scenes for Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights there."
"Really?"
"Sí, señor."
"That’s where I want to go," I told him. And before long, I was at Rumba. It was packed just as my driver said it would be. I looked around the spot, wishing one more time that Taye had been awake to come with me. I went to the bar and ordered a drink. "Barcardi 151," I called out to the bartender. When he handed it to me, I quickly drained the glass, grabbed the first woman that walked by, and took her out on the dance floor.
While I was out t
here doing my thing, I happened to look around and became excited when I saw Avonte dancing her ass off. She was wearing a flowing white sleeveless dress that tied around the neck, and fell right into those tits I had admired earlier.
I watched her while she danced. She had the prettiest smile and eyes that drew me to her like a bee to honey. When she left the dance floor, I quickly thanked the woman I was dancing with, and went after Avonte. I had never cheated on Taye. The idea never even crossed my mind. Aside from the fact that we hadn’t been having sex on a regular basis, I really loved my wife—even though, lately, she’d been making my life a living hell. All that changed the moment I saw Avonte walk through that lobby. Since that moment, I hadn’t been able to think of anything else.
She went to the bar and I walked up behind her. "Hello again, Avonte."
She turned around quickly when she heard my voice. "Well, hello, Devin."
"You look like you’re enjoying yourself."
"I am. Having a ball," Avonte said, and turned to the bartender. "Kettle One and orange juice." She turned to me. "What are you drinking?"
"Barcardi 151," I told her over the music, leaning close.
When she handed me my drink, I moved closer to her, and once again, I felt the heat of her body. And once again, it caused the same effect.
"Come dance with me," Avonte said when a new song began.
I followed Avonte out on the floor, our drinks in hand. We finished our drinks on the dance floor, discarded our empty glasses on the nearest table, and kept dancing. We stayed out there for a long time. Avonte was quite the salsa dancer. We were smiling and laughing and having a good time. By the time we left the floor, we were both drenched.
We went back to the bar and I ordered another round of drinks. While we drank, we talked about the time we had just spent on the dance floor. Then I asked the question that I had wanted to ask her since I’d first seen her. "Did you come here by yourself tonight?"
"Yes."
"Where’s your husband?" I asked.
"I was about to ask you the same question." Avonte laughed.
"Yeah, but I asked you first."
"To be honest with you, my husband is in New York."
"Is that where you live?" I asked, hoping she’d say yes.
"Yeah, we live in Glen Cove; out on the island."
"Oh really? I live in New York too."
Avonte smiled like it was the best news she’d heard all day. "Now, stop avoiding the question. Where’s your wife?"
"She’s in the room sleeping. I tried to wake her to see if she wanted to come, but I couldn’t wake her."
"You must not have tried too hard."
"It’s a long story."
"Have the two of you been having fun together?"
"No," I said flatly. "We’re taking separate vacations, or at least that’s how it seems. At this point, I’ve spent more time with you than I have with her."
By this time, Avonte was laughing. "I’m sorry to hear that, Devin. I’d ask you why that is, but I’m guessing that’s a long story too."
"And you’d be right."
"Sorry, Devin, got no time for long, sad stories. Got one of my own I’m trying to work my way through."
"Maybe someday I’ll tell you mine, and you can tell me yours."
"Pity party for two, huh? But that assumes that we’ll get to know each other, and be comfortable enough to do that. I’m sure your wife won’t like that."
I started to say that at this time of night, my wife doesn’t even know I exist. "True, and I don’t think your husband will be too happy with your new friend either."
Avonte looked away but then she turned back quickly. "Come on. Let’s dance."
We spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, and talking about any– and everything. When Rumba closed at four in the morning, we caught a cab back to the hotel. I walked proudly through the lobby, with Avonte on my arm like she was my wife. When we got to the elevator, Avonte turned and faced me. "I guess this is where we say good night."
"I was hoping you’d let me escort you to your room."
"I don’t think that would be a good idea," Avonte said, and pressed the button for the elevator.
"Well, I guess this is good night then. I had a great time with you, Avonte. Best time I’ve had in a very long while."
"I was about to say the same thing. Thank you for showing a lady a good time."
Well, why does it have to end? I could come up to the room with you and knock your back out. That’s what I wanted to say to her. "It was my pleasure." I held out my hand as the elevator door opened. "Good night, Avonte."
She took a step forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Good night, Devin." Avonte got on the elevator. "Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow," she said as the door began to close.
"I don’t think you’ll be able to keep me away from you."
* * *
Chapter Four
Avonte
I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. I had to get away from Devin before I changed my mind, dragged him to my room, ripped off his clothes, and rode him like a horse at the Kentucky Derby. It had been a very long time since I’d had something thick and stiff inside me. Since Tyrone started fucking his new blonde bitch, which I assumed began when they started working on the acquisition, I hadn’t had any. Unless masturbation was considered getting some, it had been six months. I’m guessing the word overdue would have been an understatement at that point.
I had a good time with Devin. He was fun to be with, and a good dancer. While we were walking through the lobby, I looked at his hands and feet. Big hands, big feet—big dick; I know it’s an old wives tale, but in my experience, it’s held true. Devin had big feet—size thirteen or fourteen, if I had to venture a guess. And his hands were big, too. But he’s a big guy—six-two and well-built, so on him, big hands and feet would only be natural.
I sat down on the bed and turned on the television. I had to remind myself that I didn’t come here to get laid. I was here to relax, and to plan the rest of my life. But some serious fucking would have been nice right now. It’s too bad that Devin was here with his wife. If he wasn’t, I would have considered calling his room, and inviting him to come and play with me.
Several times while we were dancing and I turned my back to him, Devin would ease his body against mine. I felt him; felt how hard I was getting him. Nice to know I can still turn a man on. I stood up and got undressed in front of the mirror. "What does Blondie have that I don’t?"
After a quick shower, I slid under the covers. Even though I’d been drinking all day and all night, and had been out dancing, I was too hyped about my night with Devin to go to sleep. I picked up the remote and began flipping channels, thinking that it would help me fall asleep. I turned to HBO and Real Sex was coming on. I liked Real Sex. Let’s just say it’s always very interesting, and leave it that.
With my eyes closed, I lay there listening to the opening music, and then I heard a woman moaning like she was getting the shit fucked out of her. It’s Real Sex, so that didn’t faze me. Then I heard this man say something about the monster, the intruder, and the hammer. But it was when he said that this machine will spin, stroke, and vibrate all at the same time, that I opened my eyes, because I had to see what he was talking about.
I opened my eyes to see this woman lying naked on a bed with her legs in the air. There was this machine in front of her. It had a large wheel with a rod attached to it, and a dildo attached to that. I sat in amazement watching this machine fuck this woman, thinking I have got to get me one of those, and I got turned on. Again. The shower calmed me down a bit, because Devin had me on fire. I thought about how we were dancing, and how he wrapped those strong arms of his around me. I felt good in his arms.
The longer I watched the more turned on I got. I turned off the television and pulled back the covers. I licked my lips and put two fingers in my mouth, and went searching for something to play with. My nipples were hard, so I pinched a
nd squeezed them a little bit. It didn’t take long for my pussy to start throbbing and for my hand to find its way down there. I took my fingers and spread my lips apart, and then I gently massaged my clit. I slid two fingers in and out of my sweet opening, slowly at first, but it never stays that way, and I thought about Devin.
By then, I was so wet that my juices are flowing freely out of me, slowly dripping between my butt checks. My pussy was on fire and my nipples were so damn hard, I had to give them some attention. I eased my wet fingers out and began squeezing my nipples. My nipples were wet with my juices, and I wished I had taken the time to get the bullet out of the bag. But I was too far-gone to even think about stopping to go get it. I stuck my fingers back inside myself and picked up the pace. Soon, my eyes and mouth were wide open, and I was screaming my ass off. If there was a better feeling on earth, I needed to know about it.
It was almost noon the following day when I finally opened my eyes. I slept really well, which didn’t surprise me with the day I’d had, not to mention the way I finished it off.
As I made my way to the shower, I couldn’t help but think about Devin. We had a really good time dancing. More fun than I’d had in a long time. As I enjoyed the sensation of steaming, hot water against my skin, I thought about my life to this point. Sure, I’d traveled to parts of the world that I had always dreamed of. Tyrone’s money allowed me to live a very comfortable life. I didn’t want for anything. But suddenly, it occurred to me that my life was very safe, very structured. That was the way Tyrone wanted it.
It wasn’t always that way. When we were dating in college, spontaneity was his middle name. It wouldn’t be anything for him to say on a cold Friday night in January, "Hey, baby. It’s too cold to spend the weekend here. Let’s fly to Jamaica for the weekend."
But of course that was before his father died, and he took over the business. Everything changed at that point, and it changed him. Tyrone went from the wild and crazy guy I’d fallen in love with, to Mr. Structure, the king of discipline. I decided right then that in this new life that was being thrust upon me, things would be different. From this day forward, I was going to experience everything life had to offer. Take some risks.