Caribbean Passion Ch 02

Jorge burst through the bedroom door of his small flat, with one arm around Lucia's waist. Lucia spun around and pinned him against the door, which closed with a bang. She hastily undid the buttons on his black shirt, desperate to release the passion she had worked up on the dancefloor.

Jorge grabbed her face in both hands, lifted up her face and moved straight in. Their lips met and they kissed passionately. Lucia allowed her lips to part. Jorge inserted his tongue slightly, tasting her upper lip, then pushing in a little more to plunge into her mouth, revelling in the taste. Suddenly he moved to the side, kissing her cheeks, raining short, tense passionate kisses around the side to her ear and down her neck.

Lucia undid the last button and thrust back Jorge's shirt. With one hand holding the back of Lucia's neck, he used the other hand to hastily remove the shirt from his arms. It dropped to the floor. He moved his hands lower, found the zip of Lucia's skin-tight, beaded dress and pulled downwards. The zip obliged. Jorge grabbed Lucia's waist, picked her bodily off the floor and turned around towards the bed, flinging her down upon it.

With a laugh, Lucia reached for Jorge's upper body. She felt the strong, toned arms and ran her hands across his pecs, down his tight six-pack and towards the belt loops on his trousers.

Jorge bent down and started kissing her neck, moving down to her shoulders. Down further, he kissed the top of her breastbone and cupped her left breast through the material. Lucia moaned as he felt his strong hand squeeze and massage her breast through the thin fabric. Jorge grabbed the open side of her dress and roughly pulled it away, exposing her bra, which encased the fullness of her pert breasts. Jorge felt his arousal rise as he saw the breasts heaving from Lucia's deep breathing. He rained down kisses on her breasts above the bra line. Lucia reached behind, unclipping the strapless bra, then tossed it aside. Jorge feasted on her breasts, feeling and revelling in the supple, olive skin, fascinated by the soft-yet-firm touch of them. Lucia let out a moan as his thumb brushed over the nipple. His mouth moved down, made contact with the nipple. Lucia cried out as his lips enclosed the small nub, gently pulling upwards, while his left hand cupped her right breast, the thumb flicking and teasing the nipple. Jorge opened his mouth wider and engulfed the whole nipple and areola, pushing forward, then pulling out, glorying in the womanly flesh between his lips. Lucia breathed deeper as he moved to the right breast, once again sucking greedily on the now-swollen, erect nipple, pushing forward, then pulling upward, his hands caressing and embracing the whole breast, feeling the smooth skin, the tanned, golden flesh, wanting more, needing more, seeking satisfaction.

Lucia grabbed his belt buckle, set the clip free, undid the button and unzipped his trousers. Pulling them down, she grabbed his crotch and felt his hardness through the fabric of his underwear. His need was urgent, the flesh rock-hard, insistent, calling for her.

Jorge's hands glided down her abdomen, shocking her with the electric sensation, as he removed the rest of, so it dropped at her feet. Pulling her legs to the end of the bed, Jorge buried his face between her legs, inhaling the gossamer fabric of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the thin edge closest to her hips. There was a pause, then suddenly, in one swift movement, he pulled them down her thighs, until gravity allowed them to fall to her feet. She kicked them off with one foot.

Jorge moved in, his face close to her yoni. The familiar, delicious, inviting-yet-comfortable scent of WOMAN greeted him, with its hint of spring flowers and promise of exquisite nectar.

Usually, he would spend time building up her excitement but tonight, she was on fire from the samba of the concert and the exhilaration of winning. She arched her back, looked up at him with a moan, saying, "Please..."

Jorge took one long, languorous lick, parting the lips. Her inner labia were soft, protruding slightly. His tongue moved up to the clitoris. He teased it, making Lucia take a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Her abdomen rose and fell as her breathing quickened, fresh beads of sweat beginning to bead on her already-slick skin. Arching upwards, she gave in to the exquisite sensations, her mind beginning to surrender to the passion, the rising excitement, the familiar knot of pleasure in her loins bursting into flame, burning more brightly, quickening, growing stronger, higher, fuller.

Jorge's tongue plunged into her pussy, tasting the delicious saltiness, then he quickly replaced it with his finger. He curled it upwards to feel the rough patch on the top wall, swollen with need. Pumping it and moving his finger back and forth, Lucia bucked violently in ecstasy, crying, "Now, Jorge!"

Jorge ripped down his underwear. His member sprang up, Lucia grabbing it with both hands, pushing the head to the entrance. With a roar, Jorge pushed in, causing Lucia to gasp as the solid flesh slid up her secret place. Then, as Jorge withdrew the stroke, the gnawing desire to be filled rose up like a tigress.

Jorge pushed in once more. His strokes slow at first, he built up speed, quickening his pace. Lucia felt her desire magnify with each stroke, the desire for friction overwhelming her mind, the red-hot desire to experience fulfillment taking her over. As she neared climax, she lost control, her legs jerking, thighs quivering, body shaking as she succumbed to an earth-shattering, powerful orgasm.

Jorge, consumed with the sight of Lucia's ecstasy, made one final thrust, pushing in and staying there, as he felt hot liquid burst forth into her welcoming pussy, the walls of her pussy quaking with pleasure. Exhausted and spent, he collapsed on top of her.

They lay there for a few minutes, their breath coming back under control, Jorge's arm wrapped around Lucia.

Lucia lay there, thinking Jorge was still a great guy to hook up with -- she needed the fierce, savage release that the samba had worked up, the friction in her pussy and the blowing of her mind. "That was great," she smiled.

Jorge smiled, getting up. "I'm taking a shower." He grabbed some fresh clothes from the wardrobe, walked to the bathroom, went inside and locked the door.

Lucia looked around the familiar room, then at her watch. It was getting on for midnight. She needed to get home before it was too late. She waited for Jorge to re-emerge from the bathroom. They spoke for a few minutes, then Lucia gave him a hug, flinging her arms around him and kissing him. "Goodnight! You were great tonight."

"You were even better," replied Jorge.

With a smile, Lucia grabbed her bag, gave him a wave and left the flat, ready to embark on her journey home.

Arriving at the front door, she quietly let herself in with her key and headed for the living room.

Her mother Dolores was waiting for her. "How was it?" she said, rising from her chair.

"WE WON!" cried Lucia excitedly. "Look!" With that, she produced the cup and the cheque for the money from her bag with a flourish.

"Wow! Two thousand reals! Oh, well done, Lucia! Was Jorge good?"

"He was GREAT!" replied Lucia, with a smile. She looked around. "Where's dad?"

"He's gone to bed early -- something about a headache. You'll see him in the morning. I said I would wait up for you."

"Thanks, Mum. I'll get off to bed. It was a fabulous evening!"

"I bet. Get off to bed -- you must be shattered. See you in the morning."

Lucia kissed her mother on the cheek, went upstairs, closed her bedroom door, got undressed, lay down and dropped off to sleep.

The next morning, Juan Gonzalez made his way downstairs. He stopped to look in the hall mirror at the foot of the stairs. Lucia's father was tall, of medium build, his dark hair greying slightly at the temples and slicked back in roughly the same style he had in his twenties. Now, the wrinkles were starting to show, lines around the eyes, heavier eyelids than they were before, a little more jowly around the jaw and the starting of a double chin. Hmmm, he thought. Not quite the young buck he had been. Still, his dark business suit and no-nonsense shoes made him look dominant, plus he was thankful he hadn't yet developed a belly like a lot of middle-aged guys at the office. He could still manage the odd night of passion with his wife Dolores now and then, which was probably a lot better than those other guys below him on the pole at work. She still had quite a body and what with his broad shoulders, he hoped she would still get the hots for him from time to time.

He walked up to the front door. Looking down, he saw some envelopes lying on the floor. Stooping over, he saw there were three. Straightening up, he examined them. "Bills, bills," he remarked, turning over the first two. The third one looked more interesting, though. He glanced at the address. "Lucia Gonzalez," he read. What was this?

Walking back down the hall to the kitchen, he tossed the letters on the table and got busy making breakfast.

Upstairs, Lucia yawned, waking up. What with the dancing, emotional highs and hot sex of the night before, she had slept very well. She jumped out of bed in her pyjamas, opened the curtains at the window and went downstairs.

Entering the kitchen, her dad said, "Morning, Lucia!"

"Hi, dad!" she smiled, brightly. "How was yesterday?"

Her father smiled. "The same as always -- nothing to report, but no problems to mention."

"Good."

"Hey, there's a letter for you on the table. It came this morning."

What was this, thought Lucia. A letter for me? Since when did people get snail mail letters any more? Why not an email?

Her father pointed at the letters on the table. Lucia picked up the one addressed to her and opened it. Inside was an official-looking document, that looked like some kind of application form or something. Looking more closely, Lucia saw that it was, in fact, a contract of employment. A brief note was attached. Lucia read, "Dear Ms. Gonzalez, Further to our email, we enclose the contract of employment for Florida Tropical Cruise Line for the position of Social Hostess to which you applied with our agency. Congratulations on successfully applying for this position through our job postings. We would like to take this opportunity to thank you for choosing Costa Ramirez Overseas Recruitment Agency and hope you will consider us again for your recruitment needs in the future. With compliments..."

Excitedly, Lucia looked up. "DAD! I've got the job! It's a labour contract!"

"Woah, that's great!" exclaimed Juan. "Let me see that." He took the contract and its attached note. Reading through it, he said, "It says there was an email. Have you checked it?"

"No!" replied Lucia. It had been quite a few days since Lucia had bothered checking her email, actually. What with everyone on Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat, she had little time for "grown-up" stuff like email.

"Well, you had better check it," Juan went on. "Go upstairs and see if it's there, while I look over the contract."

"Sure, Dad!" said Lucia, overjoyed. "Great!" She dashed upstairs to her bedroom, passing her mother Dolores on the way down.

"What's this?" asked Dolores, surprised to see her daughter running full pelt up the stairs, leaping them three at a time.

"MUM! I've got the job! The one for the cruise line!" cried Lucia.

"Oh, wow, awesome!" replied her mother.

"I'll tell you about it in a second but Dad wants me to check my email about it," explained Lucia.

"OK -" began her mother, but Lucia was already gone, zooming upstairs to her bedroom. She opened her laptop, found her email provider, logged in and searched for the email from Costa Ramirez.

There it was! Quickly, she opened it.

Dear Ms. Gonzalez, Further to your application, we are pleased to inform you that your application for the position of Social Hostess with Florida Tropical Cruise Line has been successful. We are sending you the contract of employment by post, which you should receive within 3 working days. Please contact us regarding your next steps, in particular, in finalizing flight arrangements, visas, etc. We take this opportunity to congratulate you on your new position and look forward to hearing from you soon.

"YES!" said Lucia, aloud. "Dad, I've got it!" she yelled. She was over the moon with excitement. An enticing new horizon opened itself up to her as she plopped down on her bed. TRAVEL! NEW PLACES! NEW EXPERIENCES! Seeing the world, meeting new people, trying new food, doing new things! She bit her upper lip to stop herself from squealing.

Just then, a thought suddenly popped into her brain.

What about Jorge?