We waited outside the small building, at the only road that led away from the tiny airport, bags in piles around us. The small airfield looked as if it had been cut out of the dense forest that hugged it, holding it in. Crickets chirped and birds sang in the distance.
"Do you have service?" Kat asked, looking down at her phone, her long black hair framing her slender face.
"I don't." I replied, shaking my phone, as if that would help.
"Did we miss all the taxis?" Her head tilted toward me and she placed a hand on her hip. "How far is the resort from here?"
"It's a three hour drive." As I said the words, headlights appeared through the forest edge.
The old silver car, long and wide, rattled up to us, flashing its lights. Kat smiled, shaking her head, her gut began to loosen up, and her shoulders relaxed. The silver tank pulled to a stop in front of us, and an older man jumped out of the driver's seat. His dark skin, worn from years in the sun, was like leather.
"You need ride?" He said in broken English, with his crooked smile and partially yellow teeth, a brown cigar held tight in the corner of his mouth.
Kat looked at him, then the car. The smile left her face, and her gut began to tighten once again. The old man's blue and pink Bermuda shorts were cinched tight to his waist and hung loose on his skinny legs. His green and yellow Hawaiian shirt was open down the front, exposing his hairless chest with a single thin gold chain slung around his neck, dangling down to his large belly. He started grabbing at the luggage Kat had in her hand, with his thick stubby fingers, until he ripped it away from her. The trunk sprung open, and he began throwing our bags inside.
"I think we should wait." Kat spoke softly, looking me in the eyes, her head shaking.
"For whom?" I laughed the words.
"Very good deal." The man grumbled from the rear of the car. "Very good."
"But what if he..." She paused, making sure he wasn't coming. "kills us?" She whispered the last part.
"Too much luggage." the driver grunted, finally dragging the last bag, Kat's bag, through the dirt, to the back of the car. "Americans."
"It'll be ok." I assured Kat, having doubts myself.
We haggled on a price for the three hour trip, after everything was loaded up, only coming to terms when he threatened to take everything out of the trunk. His wide mouth opened up in a big grin and he held his hand out to me.
"Lupe" The man said, looking up at me then up at Kat, who stood a full two inches taller than him.
"Colins." I said back, shaking his strong hand.
To our pleasant surprise the car was clean and spacious. It had one large seat up front, and another in the back where we were. Kat scooted close to me on the gray leather seat, putting her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. The engine fired up, and the car did a quick U-turn, disappearing back into the black forest.
About an hour and a half into the journey, I noticed Lupe's dark eyes glancing back at us through the rear view mirror, quick glances, that shot away every time I acknowledged them. He acted as if he wanted to say something, but kept quiet, maybe because Kat was sleeping.
The deep brown trees seemed to be closing in on us and we hadn't passed a clearing in some time. The sun was probably coming up, but you couldn't tell with the thick green overgrowth that covered us. Only the sounds of the tires clicking on the old pavement and the whine of the struggling air conditioning unit was to be heard.
While looking out the window at the bright green vines that choked the trees, I noticed Lupe's eyes once again staring through the mirror. I didn't bother to acknowledge them this time, just watched out of the corners of mine. I could be wrong, I thought, but he's staring at Kat, probably her scantily covered breasts. I shifted in my seat, and his eyes shot back to the road.
"hmmm" I whispered silently to myself.
I rotated my body away slightly and moved my hand from her thigh, up her arm, then pressed a finger into the soft skin of her breast, just underneath her suit. His eyes came back to her, when he saw me caressing her breast. Acting as if I noticed nothing, I let my fingers slide upward, just underneath her nipple, moving back and forth on her satin suit.
Kat continued to sleep, and the driver continued to watch. The nipple began to expand under the material, pressing the fabric out. Bringing my thumb up, I squeezed the hard nipple between two fingers, rolling it within them. Kat took a deep breath, her shoulder moving back gently. I abruptly turned my head, causing the driver's head to dart away.
"Aha" I breathed, "Caught." but the game had just begun.
I peered into the rear view mirror, still manipulating Kat's growing nipple. Her breathing picked up, becoming deeper and faster, with light moans escaping her partially open lips. Lupe glanced into the mirror once again. I caught and held his gaze, not allowing him to look away. I gradually brought all four fingers to the top of her small suit, wedging the tips underneath. Lupe tried to hold my stare, but his eyes betrayed him, looking down at her breast after a quick glance toward the road. Carefully, I pulled the material down, freeing her nipple.
My fingers were squeezing in on the flesh of the ever expanding skin. The corners of Lupe's mouth turned up as he continued to watch, his thick mustache, a patchwork of gray and black, twitching. Kat shifted again, and the driver turned away, eyes on the road.
My other hand, free to move, lightly rubbed her inner thigh, making its way up to the loose covering of her shorts. I looked into the mirror and reconnected our eyes, one corner of my mouth turned up, then I looked down at her legs. Lupe's thick fingers tilted the mirror down slightly, and he watched as my fingers disappeared into her shorts. Kat's legs parted just a little, and I pressed a finger onto her growing clit.
She moaned in her sleep as both hands worked her. I squeezed the underside of her swollen breasts, her exposed nipple stretching out. My fingers between her thighs were becoming damp from her growing excitement, it almost felt as though she was pressing her hips into my hand. I inserted a finger inside her tight hole, wedging it in as I played with her hard clit. She groaned again, this time noticeably louder.
Lupe was spending more time watching us, then the road, and a couple of times the wheels of the car rumbled in the gravel alongside the pavement; the vibrations serving only to excite Kat more. My finger instinctively began moving in and out of her constricted hole. Kat's mouth opened, letting out a long breathy moan. Lupe's shoulder started moving up and down as he played with his hard cock inside his tightening shorts.
All at once, Kat's eyes sprang open. I pulled both my hands from her, and the driver jerked his head forward. There was a moment before she gained her senses, and noticed her top pulled down. She glanced up at Lupe, who had his eyes forward, acting as if he was just driving the car and not paying attention, then she turned her glare to me, mouth still open.
"What are you doing?" She whispered, pulling her top back up over her breast.
"Just having a little fun." I responded, as she sat up away from me, then hit me on the shoulder.
"Quit it." she smiled. "Now I'm horny. " She leaned forward over the front seat. "Hey driver, how much time until we get there?" She asked.
