Micey and Ate

"There must be some other option." Mickey was doing his best to mask his frustration. He knew the woman behind the desk hadn't caused the delays, nor could she fix them. But she wasn't being particularly helpful either.

He glanced across the gate area to see Kate, questioning him with her eyes. He shook his head. They had gotten to JFK in plenty of time for their scheduled flight to Montego Bay. "Equipment problems" delayed and then canceled their original flight. Two hours later, they were moved to standby for the next flight, but that flight was also pushed back. Finally, a supervisor moved them to a Miami flight, leaving just late enough that they couldn't make their connecting flight.

"I'm sorry sir, but there's only one more flight tonight, and it's already over-booked. I can give you a voucher for a hotel and rebook you on the 6:14 tomorrow morning."

Mickey nodded numbly and took the paperwork, only half listening to her instructions.

Kate was standing behind him when he turned from the counter.

"I heard."

Mickey hated to hear the dejection in his wife's voice, but he knew they had been beaten. As they made their way to the terminal exit, he spotted a sign for a smaller carrier that specialized in service to the Caribbean. On a whim, he approached the smiling gentleman at the desk.

"Is there any chance you can get us to Montego Bay tonight?"

The smile disappeared quickly, replaced by a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, I cannot. But you may have better luck at gate A4. I believe they have two more flights this evening." His eyes turned to Kate and after a gaze that seemed just a beat too long, he added, "I think luck is going to be on your side."

Kate smiled at him as they quickly turned and made their way up the terminal.

They were given the last two seats on a flight that was boarding as they arrived. Literally, the last two seats. The aircraft bounced as passengers formed a steady line, waiting to use the restroom, bumping Mickey for the entire 90-minute flight.

The airport was quiet, so they moved through immigration and customs quickly.

"I wonder where we can find a hotel?" Mickey asked. "There's no way there will be a shuttle to the resort this late."

"And food," Kate added. "I'm starved. Do you know that we haven't eaten all day?"

"That would explain my headache. Hopefully, there's a hotel with room service. I'm not sure I want to try finding a taxi, even if we could find a restaurant that's still open."

They pushed through the doors into the main terminal area, hoping to find someone to direct them. Surprisingly, there were two men holding signs for resort hotels. Gratefully, one of them was driving to theirs.

"Mr. and Mrs. Carson?" he asked as the couple approached him.

"Yes," Mickey beamed, extending his hand. "And are we happy to see you!"

"I am Ronny. And I am very happy to see you, too."

Mickey thought that perhaps he was only imagining Ronny's eyes draped over Kate as he spoke.

"You are my only passengers tonight. I had almost given up on you but thought I would wait for this plane before going home."

"You just doubled your tip, Ronny." Mickey laughed.

"And if somehow you could find us some food, we might even double it again," Kate said. "It's been a long time since we've eaten. Even a snack at a gas station would help."

"No, no. That won't do." Ronny shook his head, thinking. "All the tourist restaurants are closing now. But I know a place with excellent food, very close to here. Very Jamaican. Very warm."

Ten minutes later the small van left the main road, turning into a dark neighborhood. Kate watched as the buildings became smaller and more cramped. Mickey tried to peer through the darkness as he felt his pulse quicken.

Suddenly, the van slowed. "Here we are." Ronny's voice was cheerful. "Don't worry about your tings. It's very safe here."

There was no restaurant. Only a house, slightly larger than the others on the street, filled with light and the strains of gentle Reggae music. Ronny opened the door and waved his arm, nearly bowing like a coachman as he urged his passengers to step down.

Kate gripped Mickey's hand as they followed their host. He considered calling Ronny back for just an instant, but before he could, the door to the house swung open and a tall, lean Jamaican woman stepped outside, laughing at something that she had just been told.

"Ronny! Welcome!" She embraced the driver in a warm hug. "I thought you were working tonight."

"I am, but my friends, the Carsons, need food. And where else would I bring them but here?"

She looked at the bewildered couple. "You just come to Jamaica now? This late?"

Mickey nodded. "It's a long story."

"And a long trip" she laughed again. Her spirit was disarming, and so was her hug. Kate received the first one, then Mickey. "I am Angela, and thank you for coming to see me. I am going to take very good care of you!"

As they stepped closer to the light Angela stopped and looked at Kate. Her expression was suddenly serious.

"You are a goddess! Sir, where did you find this beautiful creature?"

Kate felt herself blush.

"You are a very special person." There was a gravity to her tone that slightly frightened Kate. Your husband, of course, is a very handsome man. But you are extraordinary!" Her eyes lingered on Kate.

After a slight pause, she spun to Mickey, taking his hand. "Come! Let us feed your beautiful wife!"

The food was delicious, served to them quickly, and they were largely left to themselves as they ate. The room was large, with tables and booths set around the edge of a worn dance floor. A few couples moved to the rhythm of the band playing in the opposite corner of the room. The vibe was low-key but warm. Laughter spilled across the floor as their hostess chatted with her guests.

"What is this place?" Kate asked. "She called it her house. Do you think that's just what she calls her business, or does she live here? I mean, it looks like a house."

"It's probably both. And at the moment, I really don't care. The food is good, we seem to be among friends, and you have a new fan!" he grinned.

"She's a businesswoman".  Kate could feel herself blushing again. "She says that to everyone."

"I wasn't talking about her. Ronny seems to be taken with you." Mickey never looked up from his plate as he spoke.

Kate glanced across the room to see their driver, leaning on a small table, talking to someone else, but looking directly at her as he chatted. She remembered the man in the club last year. The circumstances were different. Or at least her mindset at the time was different, but the look in his eyes was the same. She suddenly felt warm and quickly returned to her food.

Despite the late hour, more people spilled into the room. Most received the same attention from the hostess that they had. They all seemed familiar with the place and with one another. Smiles and hugs came easily, and while it would have been easy to feel like outsiders at a family reunion, nearly everyone who came in stopped by their table to say hello, or at least acknowledge them with a wave. The welcomes were warm and sincere.

They watched as the dance floor filled, the music growing louder, and the laughter filling the room between songs.

"I guess we need to get going," Mickey said, as his eyes lingered on a woman with particularly sensuous moves. "We still have quite a drive before we get to the hotel, and our driver is probably eager to get home. We should probably find him" He didn't see Kate immediately avert her gaze as he spoke.

Kate, of course, knew exactly where he was. She hadn't really taken a good look at him in the airport. He was pleasant, courteous, and overtly helpful, but she wouldn't have described him as particularly good-looking. Although, as she looked at him now she realized that even though he was lean, he was fit. His chest filled his slim button-up shirt. His arms were well-defined, though not overly muscular. She blushed and turned away when she realized he was making eye contact with her.

"I think I should hit the restroom," Mickey continued. "Then we can go."

"That's a good idea," Kate agreed, rising to follow him.

As usual, Mickey was back at the table before Kate.

"There you are!" The woman startled Mickey as he approached their table. "Are you ready to dance?"

"Oh, I uh... I think we need to hit the road. I don't want to keep our driver out any later than we have to. It was very kind of him to bring us here, but I'm sure he's eager to get home tonight."

"Nonsense. I know him well. He lives in Negril so he will be close to home when you get to the hotel. Besides, he would expect you to dance! It's Jamaica! You came to party! Dance with me."

Mickey glanced across the room to see Kate leaving the bathroom.

"I'm not really much of a dancer, and I hate to leave my wife alone," he protested.

"Don't worry. Ronny will be happy to dance with her. Just one dance." She tugged his arm to the middle of the dance floor as the next song began.

As Mickey followed her he was taken by her perfume that trailed in her wake. She turned to him and smiled as she began to sway to the music. He saw Kate over her shoulder, looking at him with an unspoken question in her eyes as Ronny spoke to her, gesturing toward them. He shrugged and turned his attention back to his dance partner, letting his feet find the rhythm of the music. He had never felt whiter in his life.

"I'm not very good at this," he smiled, shaking his head.

"Why do you say that?" she gently scolded him. "Just relax and do whatever feels good to you. Don't worry about what you look like, or what people think. You are a very sexy man, and I think you like to be in control. And when something is not comfortable for you, it's a challenge, right?"

Mickey felt the warmth rise in his cheeks. He couldn't remember the last time he blushed.

Ronny led Kate easily between the dancing couples, finding an open spot on the small floor. She saw Mickey over his shoulder dancing with Angela. It took a few minutes, but somewhere in the middle of the second song she found herself relaxing. Ronny was an excellent dancer, and she did her best to keep up with him. She was aware of the other couples in the room, and she kept a close eye on Mickey, but the longer they danced, the more she focused on Ronny. He was graceful but strong. From time to time, he would rest his hand on her hip, matching her rhythm and sway. She liked the sensation.

Mickey attracted the attention of other women. At one point, a shorter, busty wife of a pleasant man was glued to his back, showing him exactly how to move his hips while a taller woman danced in front of him. It had started as pure fun, but he felt his body beginning to respond to the sensuality of the woman in front of him, and the warmth and softness of the one behind him. As badly as he wanted to, he was unable to turn to see his wife at that moment.

She was still dancing with Ronny, and when the band started a slower tune she instinctively turned toward their table. Ronny's hand fell on her hip as she did, and she felt him pull her toward him. She was warm. She told herself that it was the climate. But as her breasts touched Ronny's chest she knew the temperature in the room had nothing to do with it. She was almost surprised to realize that she had become slightly aroused as she had danced. Ronny's hand slipped behind her, to the small of her back. The other met it from the other side. She gently placed her hands on his shoulders, where they rested for only a moment before she embraced him.

She was slightly taller than the driver, and she felt his warm breath on her neck and chest. She also felt his growing stiffness. As Ronny moved them in a small circle, she saw Mickey, back at the table, watching her. The slight smile on his face was the final push that reminded her that she was back in Jamaica. All those fantasies that they had dreamt of were within her reach. Literally, in fact. She allowed her body to inventory every sense that she was experiencing. The music seemed to fill her and drive her forward. She noticed the sinew of Ronny's back, the firmness of his chest, the undeniable bulge pressed into her thigh and his hands sliding slowly downward. She subtly pressed her own hips forward, encouraging him.

Mickey watched as the driver's hands slid to his wife's ass. He immediately thought of the skirts that he had brought for Kate to wear on this trip and reminded himself that next year she would wear one on the flight. She wore a sundress tonight, daring enough back home, but far from what he had in store for her the rest of the week. Her wardrobe seemed to make little difference to the driver who was now squeezing her asscheeks through the soft, thin fabric. He could see Kate grinding him as he did.

Her own hands slid down his back, taking her time, and gently dragging her nails as she did. She felt him moan. Or was that her? His fingers teased at the cleft of her pantyless ass, only inches away from her sex. She pushed harder into him, feeling his erection growing. His right hand now slowly sliding up her rib cage. She knew what he wanted, and released her embrace slightly, allowing him to reach the softness of her breast. As he squeezed, she closed her eyes/ feeling the pulse of his touch as it raced directly to her warm pussy. When her eyes opened, she saw Angela across the room, smiling at her. She wondered how far she should allow things to go, and realized that there were no voices this time. No urging to stop. No sense of guilt, or even caution. Mercifully, the music stopped before she crossed another line.

She kissed Ronny on the cheek and excused herself. He said something about the restroom, and she playfully wondered what he might need to do in there. She turned from him to go to Mickey. Suddenly, she was aware of all of the eyes that darted away from her as she looked toward them. Had she made a spectacle of herself? Had she offended them? What about Mickey? The voices returned.

As she dropped into the seat next to Mickey, the server asked about a drink.

"Um, maybe some water please?"

She took a deep breath and turned to Mickey.

"Are you OK?" she asked. "I think I got a little carried away. I'm..."

Micky interrupted by taking her hand and pulling it into his lap. He was fully erect under his pants. She felt the length of his stiff shaft, glancing over her shoulder to see who might be able to see them.

"Hmm. Looks like someone enjoyed dancing" She smiled.

"I did. But enjoyed watching you a lot more." He leaned in to kiss her.

Her mouth was wet and she eagerly slipped her tongue between his lips. He was slightly surprised by her aggressiveness, though he knew he shouldn't have been. This was their escape. This place let them do what they would never do at home. He wanted to say something, but he was interrupted as he pulled away by the look in her eyes. The same look he had seen the last time they were here. The same look she would get back home as they reminded each other of what they had done, and fantasized about what they might do.

Whatever thoughts he might have had were suspended when the waitress approached. The water showed up at the same time that Ronny did. He asked the waitress for a bottle of water, then turned to the couple.

"Are you ready for the drive?"

"Actually," Kate answered, "I'm parched. Can I take a minute to drink this?" she held the water up.

"Of course," Ronny smiled. "I'll be ready whenever you are".

Kate stopped him as he started to step away. "No need to leave." She nudged Mickey on her left, causing him to slide over as she patted the booth's bench to her right. She slid toward Mickey, making room for the driver.

"Mr. Mickey, did I see you dancing with Angela?" Ronny asked as he took the seat, then paused just long enough to add, "And Nia? And Mary? You are a very popular man!" His smile was broad and infectious.

"Guilty!" Mickey raised his hands in mock surrender. "And you two seemed to be enjoying yourself from what I could see."

"Your wife is a very beautiful woman. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of dancing with her. I hope I was not too forward." His tone didn't sound apologetic.

Mickey groped for words. This was an opportunity that they had talked about. The tension was nearly palpable. His dick pushed harder into his pants, and he found it difficult to breathe normally.

Kate looked nervously around the room. Then took a large swig from her water bottle. She looked at Mickey for a long second. Then turned to Ronny.

"My husband is very good to me and isn't the jealous type." She turned back to Mickey and kissed him, her tongue pressing back into her husband's eager mouth. He slid his left arm across her flat tummy, pulling her tight. He was aware that her right arm didn't block his approach.

"He's hard," Kate whispered into his ear.

Mickey nodded. "I saw it when he sat down."

No. I mean right now. He's hard. And it feels very, very good.

That explained the right arm. Mickey tried to look around the room, then dropped his gaze to Ronny's lap to see his wife squeezing his erection through his khaki pants. Ronny averted his eyes when they briefly made contact with Mickey's.

"No one is looking. And I don't think anyone can see anyway," Kate reassured them both.

She was right. Their backs were toward the bar. Only someone in the nearest corner of the dance floor could see them. The lights were dim now, so unless the waitress wandered over they were probably fine.

Kate's left hand dropped into Mickey's lap and mirrored the actions of her right.

"He feels different." She whispered to him.

Mickey was afraid to speak.

"Thicker, I think. But maybe not as long. He twitches when I get to the end."

Kate turned toward Mickey and smiled.

"Dare me?"

Mickey could barely feel his head nodding. He wasn't even sure what the dare was, but he knew he wanted her to take it. He watched as she tugged at the driver's fly, pulling it open and trying to release his prick. Ronny reached down as subtly as he could to help her and a moment later his black rod was wrapped by Kate's delicate white fingers.

She began a slow rhythm before returning her left hand to Mickey's lap, tugging at his zipper. He came the moment she did. It had nothing to do with her hand in his lap and everything to do with the handjob she had begun on the second dick she had ever touched in her life. It took only a minute before Ronny was unloading into a hastily grabbed napkin.

Both men excused themself to clean up in the bathroom. The walk was awkward and so was the conversation.

"She is amazing." Ronny finally said as they were nearly ready to exit the room.

"Yes, she is," Mickey agreed. " And full of surprises."

"This was a surprise?" Ronny's tone was serious. "You mean she doesn't always... I mean, this..."

Mickey shook his head, mercifully ending the question.

"Honestly. She has never. We've talked about it. But ... never." Mickey dropped the paper towel into the waste bin and pushed through the door.

Angela was seated across from Kate when they returned. She stood as Mickey approached.

"Your goddess tells me you are leaving. I know you have had a very busy day."

Mickey thought he caught a glimpse of a smile as she spoke.

"Ronny, take good care of them. Be careful. And I hope you will come back to see me." She slipped a business card into Mickey's hand. "Any taxi will bring you here. The hotel buses will not. Unless Ronny is driving, of course!"

Her embrace was warm, and seemed a beat too long to Mickey, though he certainly didn't mind. That perfume was intoxicating, and her firm breasts pressing into his chest caused a stirring in his groin. She lingered as she hugged Kate, too, caressing her cheek as she said goodbye.