by Nash, M. G.
Bob later sat back from Jose’s dinner table and watched as Carrie charmed the children. They loved teaching her Spanish words and she taught them the Mickey Mouse song. This was the Carrie he loved. Then he sat up – what? Did he just think that? He looked at her again. Maybe he was falling for her. She had been wonderful company, and it looked like she had put the snorkeling incident behind her. She sure was right about the flowers. Marta has blushed like a schoolgirl when he gave them to her and placed them in water right away. Jose had even slapped him on the back in a show of appreciation.
Later, as they walked home, Bob took Carrie’s hand and headed toward the beach where they could see the moon rising above the ocean. It was a beautiful night and he wasn’t ready to go inside just yet. “Thanks for being with me, tonight, Carrie, I know your presence made it easier for the family. You knew just enough Spanish to make them feel comfortable.”
Carrie looked up at him and grinned, “You mean my three-word sentences? I still can’t roll my r’s like those kids. They are very smart.”
Bob squeezed her hand, “No, but I can tell that Jose's wife liked you and that’s important. She thinks I take Jose away from the family too much. She doesn’t really get the big picture here. Maybe you can help her understand.”
“I wasn’t sure if I’d be coming back after my panic attack in the water today,” Carrie said watching Bob’s eyes for a reaction.
He stroked her cheek and kissed her lightly, “You think I care if you’re scared of the ocean? There are a million things we can do here. I bet you’re great at finding the Big Dipper.” He looked up in the sky and pointed it out to her.
“Oh, yeah,” Carrie joked, “and don’t forget the Seven Sisters, tossed in the sky for misbehaving. See that little cluster?” Bob wrapped his arm around Carrie's waist and pulled her close. “I want you to come with me whenever you can because I love your company.”
With her heart in her throat, Carrie nodded and reached up to kiss Bob while she pushed back the tears that threatened. She laced her arms around his neck and tried to put what she was feeling into her kiss. She knew she was dangerously close to falling in love with him. She just didn’t think this was the right time to tell him.
Responding to her kiss Bob pulled her close and deepened the kiss. One of his hands came up to cup her face while the other stayed pressed into her lower back. “Can you feel how much I want you?” he whispered releasing her lips to take a breath.
“About as much as I want you,” she challenged and touched his face with her hands. She drew him back into a long kiss that left her breathless and leaning on him for support.
“Let’s go back to the room,” Bob suggested, “I want to see you by candlelight.”
“Air-conditioned candlelight,” Carrie corrected as they half-ran back to their room.
Pedro was at the front desk again and waved to Bob as they entered the lobby. “Senor Bob, you have a message from Dave. He will be here early in the morning around seven.”
“Well, that’s good news,” Bob said. Looking at Carrie, “Maybe I can take you flying tomorrow. We can explore the coastline. It always looks different from the air.”
“Did you get over to check Mary’s cabin today?” she asked as they entered the room.
“No, I think we should stay that extra day if it works with Dave so we can gather as much information as possible. I’ve been thinking it might be smarter for me to persuade Alfredo, Jose’s cousin, to lead these takeover efforts. Jose was doubtful that the local police would do us any good. They stick to drunk drivers and speeding tickets. Sabotage is not their forte.”
Carrie dropped the spaghetti straps on her dress. “All of this detective talk sounds kinda sexy to me,” Carrie teased, “You wanna be my Tom Selleck? You’ve got his hairy chest and the moustache.” She ran her arms up his and pressed her finger to his lips. “Only I think you’re smarter,” she whispered kissing him before turning to slither out of her dress. Looking over her shoulder, she raised an eyebrow, “I can’t believe you’re still dressed. You’re the nudist, baby.”
“Hold that thought,” Bob replied, walking to the closet and pulling out two candles. “I promise you tonight we are taking our time and making love to candlelight.” He pulled matches out of the night stand setting the candles around the room. Turning the air conditioner off, he opened the sliding glass door so moonlight streamed into the room.
Carrie turned around admiring the effect noticing the light reflecting in the mirror. She walked up to the mirror and ran her hand across her collarbone to the edge of her shoulder. “My skin does look soft from the candlelight,” she murmured and sighed as Bob walked up behind her running his hands across her stomach and resting them under her breasts. He kissed her shoulder and nibbled on her neck. She tilted her head giving him room behind her ear. Her hands rose to his head pulling him down to her lips for a long kiss. Rubbing his hard-on against her, Bob’s hand drifted down to her thighs then turned inward to her delicate mound.
When the kiss ended, Bob turned her in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You still have clothes on, Bob,” chided Carrie.
“We’re not rushing tonight, I want to worship your body first,” Bob whispered as he licked the curve of her ear. He turned her in a slow dance swaying in place so her nipples rubbed against his shirt. Taking her hand he twirled her under his arm and brought her back to stand in front of him at the mirror. She watched their reflection as Bob spread his fingers over her breasts to enfold them. She loved the heat of his body. Even through his clothes, she could feel his throbbing cock.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror, love,” persuaded Bob, “I want you to watch my fingers slide into you. I want to see you lose control like you do to me.” She leaned forward so her arms rested on each side of the mirror. Her breasts felt heavy as Bob squeezed one then the other. He delved his finger into her vagina and she jerked from the fullness. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw how her nipples hardened from the excitement.
Her lips were swollen and her breathing quickened when Bob pushed another finger to add to her fullness. She pushed her ass back to butt against his cock. He chuckled at her efforts and moved his leg between hers so she was trapped against his body. “I’m in control now, Carrie, and I want you to come for me. I want to hear you scream with pleasure.” He leaned forward and bit her lobe before thrusting his tongue into her ear. Carrie’s head fell back on his shoulder and she wreathed with the passion of his seduction.
“Enough,” she cried moments later after his slow torment to her senses. “I want to feel you inside me.” She rubbed up and down his body and placed her hands behind his back so she could squeeze his buttocks. He lifted his hand from her breast and quickly unzipped his pants releasing his cock to throb against her back.
“Ah-h, finally, I can’t wait much longer,” Carrie tossed over her shoulder.
“I’m going to fill you from behind, Carrie, so we can watch in the mirror.” He pressed his hand at her mound entering her silky center from behind.
“Look in the mirror,” he whispered turning their bodies so the profile of their joining reflected in the glass. You’re a perfect fit, love.” He stroked slowly so his finger could match his penis in thrusts. Carrie moved her hands over his and pushed her breasts together with her arms. She stretched her body forward to make his stroke longer.
“That’s it, take it all for me, Carrie,” Bob encouraged, “look how beautiful you are.” He moved his free hand to stroke her back as the thrusting built. She tensed first and pressed his hand deeper into her center. “That’s it, baby, come for me,” Bob panted, “let’s come together.”
“Yes,” she cried, throwing her head back on his shoulder. He gave one last thrust and jerked at the power of his orgasm. He thrust again and pulled his hands against Carrie’s stomach. They smiled at each other in the mirror and swayed while they waited for the high to come down.
“That was fantastic,” Carrie sighed as she tu
rned in Bob’s arms and put her head on his chest. “I’m mush. I don’t think I can walk.”
Wrapping his arms around her Bob walked her to the bed. “Your wish is my command, madam,” he stretched out beside her. They held hands while they listened to the ocean and enjoyed the candlelight.
“I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight,” Carrie whispered rolling toward Bob and bringing her hand to his cheek. “Maybe we should set an alarm clock tonight so we can meet Dave. We could all have breakfast together.”
“Sounds good to me,” Bob replied, “I’ll set my watch to wake us up.” He rolled over to undress and picked up his watch from the nightstand. Carrie crawled to the edge of the bed blowing out the candle on the dresser. She pulled the covers back and slid beneath them. Bob joined her snuggling together under the cool sheets.
Waking to the alarm clock, Bob reached out and turned it off before turning to Carrie. He pulled her on top of him and whispered in her ear, “I’m still dreaming about last night.”
She laid her head on his chest. “Well, if you’re a good boy, maybe I can give you a blowjob while you fly the plane this morning. How does that sound?” She felt his cock stir at that suggestion and giggled. “But, I have to have hot coffee first.”
“Ok, let’s go,” Bob agreed, “But it sure feels good right here in bed.” He kissed Carrie’s forehead and slid away to head to the shower. “Wanna join me?” he called turning on the water.
“It’s all yours,” Carrie said as she studied her hair in the mirror. She dug into her purse for a brush. Within minutes they were dressed and walking out the door to the bar where they hoped to find Dave and his lover.
Chapter 7
Dave called out a greeting the minute they walked into the bar. He was sitting alone at a table drinking coffee. “Good to see you,” Bob said as they joined him, “Everything OK with the plane?” Dave nodded and looked at them both while they settled in their chairs.
“You two look like lovebirds,” he noticed and smiled at Carrie. “You just let me know if he doesn’t treat you right.”
“Where’s your sweetheart, Dave?” Carrie asked, “I was hoping to meet her.”
Dave shook his head, “Next time,” he replied, “She stayed behind to catch a return flight to San Francisco this morning. So, this day is free. I'm gonna catch up on my sleep.”
“How’s the fuel level in the plane, Dave? I was thinking I might take Carrie for a short flight this morning to see the coastline, less than an hour, just up to Los Muertos.”
Dave nodded, “That should be fine. I filled up yesterday so I could leave this morning before the clouds rolled in. What time are we departing this afternoon so I can check the weather forecast?”
Bob looked at Dave and asked, “Could you stay one more day if we’d rather return tomorrow afternoon?”
Dave’s face took on a surprised look and he studied both of them before replying, “This must have been a great weekend. Bob doesn’t hang around when the weekend’s over, he’s back to work.” He smiled at Carrie,“What magic did you weave, lady?”
“Maybe he’s just feeling the afterglow from your love fest,” joked Carrie, “I wouldn’t put too much stock on one more day. Offering to fly me to Tahiti, now that would be magic,” she quipped. Everyone laughed and turned their attention to ordering breakfast.
It was a beautiful day with clear skies as Bob and Carrie walked out to the plane. “Couldn’t ask for better flying conditions,” Bob commented settling into the cockpit with Carrie by his side, “I wish I’d brought my binoculars. Is your camera in your bag?”
Carrie leaned forward and pulled it out, “I can use the telephoto to see some detail. Maybe we can stay as low as possible as we go up the coast.”
The plane taxied the runway as Carrie strapped herself in. Rising smoothly into the air, Bob banked the plane to head up the coast. They could see the fishing boats out on the water and Carrie warned Bob to look for the palm fronds as they passed that bit of shoreline. “Can’t tell anything specific from up here,” he commented, “We’ll have to check that out on foot. Maybe I’ll have Jose go down with some fishing gear so it looks like he’s fishing from the shore.”
Carrie touched Bob’s shoulder and spoke through her headset, “This is not my fantasy for giving you a blowjob. I thought we’d be able to put the plane on cruise control.”
Bob laughed, “I’ll have to plan a longer trip for that.”
Carrie noticed a building ahead. “What is that?” she asked.
“They call it El Cardonal’s Hide-Away. It’s a small place where people camp and park their RVs,” Bob explained. “It’s almost the midpoint to Los Muertos.” They continued on until the land terrain changed to green.
“We’re seeing the golf course of Bahia los Suenos,” commented Bob, “You can see the resort ahead. Look at all the sailboats anchored out on the bay. We need to take a closer look at those and see if there are any unmarked boats.”
“Sure looks like it would be easy to hide one right out in the open. What about that bigger boat?” Carrie said as she pointed to the largest one in the water. “Let me see if I can photograph it with my telephoto lens and we can check the registry.”
Bob brought the plane down so she could get her shot and then banked for a turn over the resort. He noticed a couple of large fishing boats stored at the back of the property. “Those boats could easily carry a dinghy like we saw the other night.”
“It’s much bigger than I expected,” Carrie admitted as Bob headed back down the coast, “It makes Jose’s place look small.” Bob nodded in agreement, “Now, I understand why Alfredo said they wanted the airstrip. Just think how they could fly between San Diego all the way to the mainlnd.”
Shortly after they left Los Muertos behind, Bob heard the engine make a clunk sound and the alternator light came on. Bob looked at the control panels and then at Carrie. “See if you can get Dave on his cell phone,” he advised, “Something is not right here. I’m going to get lower so if I have to use a road, we can make an emergency landing.”
Carrie grabbed her cell phone and asked, “What’s his number?” She punched in the digits as Bob called them out and waited for the phone to ring. “I hope he’s not asleep, yet,” she said letting out a breath to calm down. When his phone when to voicemail, she hung up and said, “Let’s try the front desk. We’ll send someone to his room.” She dialed again as Bob called out the numbers and waited as the phone rang. Pedro answered and Carrie got his attention immediately. “We have an emergency, Pedro. You must go to Dave’s room. Knock on the door to wake him. Take a key so you can open the door if you need to. I must speak with Dave right away. Have him call Bob’s cell phone. Something is wrong with the plane.”
Bob was focused on finding the road that led to El Cardonal. He knew it would make an adequate landing strip. Scanning the panels again he noticed the plane was losing electrical power. If it went out, he wouldn’t be able to navigate or communicate. The safest decision was to land before the situation got worse.
He turned to tell Carrie his plan and noticed she was sitting with her eyes closed and her hands wrapped around both of their phones. Reaching out he touched her shoulder, “We’re going to be OK, Carrie, I can land the plane in the next few minutes. We’ll have Dave meet us at El Cardonal and bring a toolkit. It’s probably an alternator problem.”
She let out a long breath and tried to smile, “This is more excitement than I had planned today,” she deadpanned. Bob’s phone vibrated in her hand and she held it up, “Do you want to speak with him, or should I?”
Taking the phone, Bob pulled off his headset and answered it, “Dave, the alternator light came back on, and I’m losing battery power… How far out am I?” he repeated Dave’s question. “We’re approaching El Cardonal, maybe ten minutes from the landing strip .. What sound is the engine making now?”
Bob looked at Carrie. She shook her head, “I heard a thunk when you did, but nothing now,” she said.
Carrie cradled the phone and listened to Dave talking, “Carrie, I really think you will be safe to come back. Yesterday, the mechanic used the old alternator belt when he installed the new part. It sounds like he didn’t tighten the bolts enough and the vibration of the plane has jarred them loose. The clunk you heard was probably the alternator belt coming off. If it doesn’t tangle with the engine, you will be fine for at least thirty minutes. Even if you lose battery power, you will be safe. You just can’t talk to other aircraft and I don’t think that’s a major issue down here. I didn’t see a single plane this morning once I left the major airport.”
She looked over at Bob focusing on the control panels then she looked at them herself commenting, “I don’t see the gauges moving too much. That’s a good sign, isn’t it?”
Bob nodded his reassurance and squeezed her hand quickly before returning to the controls. She looked out and reported, “Dave, the campground is behind us now. We should be home soon. Did Pedro have to beat your door down?”
Carrie smiled at Dave’s response, “Sorry we drug you out of the shower. You can take a nap when we’re safe on the ground. Bob says you should go find Jose. We will need his tool kit to work on the plane. Oh, I see coastline that I recognize now.”
Bob made one more scan of the controls. Battery power was still dropping but he didn’t see any other aircraft in the area so he turned toward the motel and prepared for landing. Carrie said a prayer and held onto the phone till her knuckles were white.
It only took a moment but it seemed like a lifetime till Carrie felt the bump, bump of the tires hitting the grass. She laughed spontaneously at the sound grabbing Bob’s shoulder as he applied the brakes. Dave came running up to them as they opened the doors and stood up.