Faces of Desire

“There will be another opportunity, Juan. I am sure of it.”

Evidently it was good for both of us. I had some satisfaction, too, not only in seeing Juan’s delight but in watching the driver to see if he suspected anything. He remained silent.

Cancun is beautiful. We had a whirl around the city, stopping here and there for a photo op, then continued touring. There were huge beachfront hotels much like those in Florida. In the city however, one could see shops galore, historic statues, bars with music blaring, parks, fountains, happy tourists everywhere. Evening was finally approaching and we stopped for dinner at the Royal Hotel. Juan insisted on paying. It was a wonderful time and I felt as if my youth had been restored. We waited outside a shopping mall where the limousine was going to pick us up. Our wait was short. The limo arrived within ten minutes. We got in once again and were soon on our way back to the resort, driving for what seemed a long time while I dwelt blissfully on the day’s events. It had grown quite dark now and I could see the soft glow of the moon and some stars between puff y clouds. Juan was sitting close to me when I closed the glass partition between us and the driver.

“What are you doing, señorita?”

“It is what I am going to do”, I said, correcting his English

“I am going to zip down your fl y and pull out that flute of yours.” Sliding my hand in, suiting the action to the words, I found it was not yet fully erect. “Then I’m going to grasp it firmly to delay your eruption. My lips will encircle the precious head and my tongue will begin probing while the fingers of my other hand will play with your balls until the right chord is struck and I will be drenched with your love juice.” He was now not only fully erect but panting heavily. I could hardly see in the dark but I could feel everything; his mounting excitement and mine as well. Was our driver aware of what we were doing in the back seat of his limo? The car was constantly in motion so I had to hold on to Juan more tightly around curves. There were sex sounds, there was shimmying; I was on top; he was on top; there was bouncing and the bumping of heads or kicking of feet against the doors as he found my cave and entered me. My excitement was intensified by the silent witness in the front seat. Was he becoming passionate, too? Still squirming, Juan yelled out, and the throbbing head of his penis began spurting. I came at the same time and it nearly sent me through the roof. Juan’s delicious spasms continued until I had squeezed the last drop out of him. I was indeed drenched and wondered if our companion at the wheel had also come and had suffered the same fate. Just knowing there was a silent witness to our act gave me a shuddering thrill.

The time was well spent. The highway to heaven fl owed two ways, going and coming. It was my most refreshing and enlightening vacation. It changed my life. Juan asked me for my phone number when we were dropped at my room. I gave it to him.

He called me once or twice during the year from Playa del Carmen asking me to come down to visit him but I had plans and a life of my own. Now I’m spending more of my time-- much more, in the giving and taking of pleasure.