I paced and hovered as my girlfriend got ready. She retouched her makeup and lightly brushed her shoulder-length brunet hair. My body seized with the need to be punctual. I eyed her close-fitting black dress as she stood and resisted the urge to tear off her clothes. Her dark eyes nearly level with my blues.
It was her birthday, and I'd made our reservations at the most upscale place I could find on the island. I was wearing dark blue pants, white sneakers, a nicely fitting white with a blue patterned button-down shirt. My chest hair showing and my red beard neatly trimmed and oiled.
As the attentive staff delivered the visually appealing and tasty dishes, her smile beamed. I savored a local
calabaza
salad sprinkled with various textures and flavors, gnocchi in a truffle cream sauce, and swordfish. She had a Mediterranean salad, linguini Bolognese, and duck.
By the time we made it to the Steinway piano bar in the old city, we were warm with intimate conversation and satiated with delicious food. We took up a seat not far from the entrance, and she kept eyeing a tall, blue-eyed man sitting with a woman at the following table over.
"I think I know him from somewhere ... I just can't remember from where."
We continued talking, commenting how lovely the day had been.
"Funny, I'm feeling so grown up and mature. Every other year I'd be dancing on tables by now. Being with you ..." Rachel's statement trailed off.
I chuckled, "The curfew probably has something to do with that ..."
Now I noticed her eyes, and they'd refocused past me at the man she'd seen before. She couldn't help herself. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar!"
"I can't place you either ... but you seem familiar."
Suddenly, our two parties merged. Entirely outside my norm, I rode the excitement and my typical antisocial ways taking a back seat. We made our introductions. One time roommates, the petite Alice, with her blonde hair in a pixie cut, and Erik, the tall ginger, sat across from us. In the before days, he'd been living in NYC, and now he was free to work remotely. Alice had just arrived for a visit.
The eccentric manager, Carlos, who had lured us into this hidden gem and befriended us the night before, joined our table as he made his rounds. He and our new friends exuberantly endorsed enjoying life in Puerto Rico.
As we talked, the staff began whispering to one another and eventually got Carlos's attention. They shut the front entrance, and it was evident the Police were making rounds enforcing the curfew.
"I bet the old city is so much fun without the curfew," I said as the only one that hadn't been there before the restrictions.
"Sometimes there's more going on in La Pearla ..." Erik chimed in.
"Isn't that the one place you said you wouldn't go back, Rachel?" My eyes turned her way.
"You've been recent, Erik?" She countered.
"Nothing to worry about as long as the Police aren't blocking the entrances."
Outside, the bars and restaurants emptied small clusters of people onto the old cobblestone streets. The heat of the day hadn't dissipated with the setting of the sun, and the moon whispered that it wasn't time for bed yet.
As we got closer to the first entrance to the town just outside the city border, the clumps of people expelled from bars grew thicker. It was clear this first way in was blocked. The bright blue rotating lights sent us down another route.
Just down the one-way paved slope, things began to feel different. It was brighter and buzzing with nightlife. We followed the streams of people unwilling to give up on the night. The moon and thick humid air carried the promise of excitement around the corner.
The shanties lining the road gave the neighborhood distinctly different energy from the old city's solid classic Spanish construction. We walked the makeshift boardwalk towards the throbbing music and pulsing lights.
Someone grabbed us drinks, and we walked a little farther along the water—the waves lapping up against the rocky shore and wooden walkway. A little away from the crowd, we found seats at a picnic table. Rachel paired off with Erik and left me with Alice. She was quite the talker, and I wasn't catching much in the way of receptive vibes, even knowing my girlfriend's intention must have been to get us all back to the hotel room.
Alice mainly seemed occupied with getting high, and the speed at which she was talking was probably more than just smoking weed. When I got my girlfriend's text "Come dance with me," I took it as a reprieve from Alice's stream of words with no break to enter into conversation. I had learned about Swedish dating (there's no dating around just one at a time, and perhaps a hint that a swap was not in our future, about her going back to her home country to have a baby, about her days living in Harlem and who knows what else). She might have been able to do circular breathing because there was never a break.
I motioned and started moving. Alice followed, but her voice was drowned out as the music got closer. There was a line out the door, and as we got on the line facing the doorway of the shanty with a large open room used as a dance floor, I saw them. My girlfriend's lips locked to his, his thick arms wrapped around her holding her tight to his body as they gyrated. I felt my stomach flip.
It was overwhelming. I'd seen where the night was heading, but the surprise in public almost made me want to call it a night and head back to our room. The emotional pain wrapped around the arousal, and now I felt intoxicated, but I'd been the only one sipping club soda all night.
I was dizzy with jealousy-infused lust, and it took a moment to hear Alice, "So you let your girl just do that in front of you in public, huh?" She laughed at me then. It was the first time my kink had really been exposed in public to someone that hadn't already accepted me. I blushed. Simultaneously I could feel my cock getting even harder.
"I can't help it ... I love it when she gets fucked really good by other men in front of me," I said, surprised I was able to be so open. It must have been because of how turned on I was.
She reached down and gripped my crotch, "I can feel how excited that makes you, and to think I almost thought you could be a fun distraction tonight. I can feel why she'd need more, and my roommate definitely has more to offer."
Her mouth was close to my ear now, and I could feel her hot breath on my neck. My head was spinning, and I lost sense of my surroundings.
When we finally got inside and made it to my girlfriend, she broke the kiss with him and kissed me deeply. As we kissed, she grabbed the crotch of my tight-fitting pats and then spoke directly into my ear.
"I can feel how excited you're getting seeing me with him."
She turned and went back to dancing with him and making out. While they were grinding, there was were very few others dancing, and our triangle was catching some attention. She motioned to her neck, and I knew what she wanted. Remaining close by, I leaned closer and kissed her exposed neck.
"I love seeing how hot you look dancing and grinding with him."
I kept grinding into her from behind and kissing her neck while they locked lips. I could feel the curious eyes from the room on us, smiles of encouragement as it was a hot scene to behold.
It was getting hot, and all three of us had a sheen of sweat on our skin. My girlfriend looked incredible with that shiny glow. We stepped back outside to get some air.
My head felt hazy from the heat and arousal. We stood up the embankment and below us was another cluster of people. I saw one man motioning to us. Assuming he was indicating my girlfriend, I pointed her way.
"No, he's pointing at you," She said.
I looked him over again. He was fit with broad shoulders, wearing a pastel blue button-down shirt, and his tight white pants ended at his ankles. He was hot. I felt a buzz going through me and had never experienced being pointed out like meat before. My instinct was to disappear.
"Baby, suck his cock for me," I could feel her breath on my neck when she said it. Her whisper dripping seductive anticipation.
