The wind howled as I crouched behind the trees at the side of the house. "I hate the cold," I muttered, but there was nothing to do but endure it. This had to be settled, regardless of the weather.
The house's security system looked like a good one, but after years of working in construction, I knew something about how such systems are installed and how to breach them without triggering an alarm. It only took me a couple of minutes' work with the tools I'd purchased. Once I had a window open, I tossed the tools away and pulled out the automatic I'd bought at the gun show in Reno. I took a deep breath. It was time.
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"Hey, Andy, have a look at this," my wife said, handing me a glossy brochure.
When I flipped it open, I saw that it was a promo piece for The Paradiso, a new luxury resort that was scheduled to open in two weeks on the Gulf Coast.
"So?" I asked, "what about it?"
She flipped the brochure open to the center, revealing an invitation for the coming weekend.
"Looks pretty pricey," I said skeptically.
"Oh, you can be sure about that," she said with a laugh. "It will be very pricey once the place opens. But this invitation is for a pre-launch opening, sort of a "shakedown cruise" to work the bugs out before the paying customers arrive. Our agency is handling the resort's publicity, which is why I got one of these. Come on, it'll be fun, it won't cost us a dime, and it'll be good for the two of us."
I had been ready to demur because my fútbol club (that's soccer for my Anglo friends) had a match that Saturday. But Felicia's last words made me pause. After eight years, our marriage had hit a rough stretch -- nothing serious, but uncomfortable enough that we were both aware of it.
A part of the problem, of course, was my construction company, which had struggled mightily ever since the big recession hit. We'd had some lean times – we'd even had to sell the house I'd built for us and move into a small condominium to cut our monthly expenses. But we'd survived, and now business was starting to come back, which made all those long hours worth it.
Thank goodness for Felicia's job. She was a vice-president in the biggest PR firm in Orlando, and her ability to move seamlessly between the Anglo and Hispanic communities had made her a rising star. Of course, it didn't hurt that she had a face and figure that showcased the best of her Cuban heritage. I'm Cuban too, but I'd be the first to admit that Felicia looked way better than I. At any rate, her income kept us afloat during the depths of the recession, but her success brought increasing demands on her as well: late nights and long hours were an all-too-frequent occurrence.
The impact of all that was that we'd lost some of the excitement that had once enlivened our marriage. We used to spend entire weekends in bed with each other; lately we were lucky if we found the energy for a quickie in the evening. We'd agreed on the need to make changes and had even discussed ways to spice up our love life, but so far we hadn't done anything.
So when Felicia proposed that we enjoy a long weekend together at this new resort, it occurred to me that this might be exactly what we needed to rejuvenate our marriage. The fact that she was the one to suggest it made it even more important for me to go. Besides, there was really nothing pressing at the office, and my fútbol compañeros could do without their centrocapista for one game.
Once we'd accepted the invitation, we packed our bags on Wednesday evening. I was really pleased to see Felicia pull out her skimpiest bikini along with some of her hotter lingerie. "She's really going all out," I thought.
On Thursday we both got away from work early. We started out driving west until we hit Weeki Wachee, then heading north along Florida 19 past Crystal River until we saw the signs for the turn-off to the resort. "Damn," I exclaimed, "this place is out in the middle of nowhere! Why would they want to build a resort out here?"
"That's the answer," Felicia said. "The developers think there's a potentially lucrative market in Gainesville that isn't being served. They're hoping to attract wealthy University of Florida alumni coming in for the home football games. It's almost impossible to find a place to stay near the campus. Why not go to a beautiful seaside resort only an hour's shuttle bus ride from the stadium? The resort has no competition: you'd have to go all the way to Clearwater to find anything comparable."
I winked at her. "I can tell why you're such a good PR woman," I said with a smile.
"I can be pretty persuasive when I want to," she said.
Once we got to the resort, I had to admit that I was impressed. In addition to a series of beachfront cottages with all the amenities, the resort offered a high-rise hotel. Our room was on the eighth fIoor, and I was really impressed when I realized that Felicia had managed to snag us a suite with an ocean view.
We unpacked our bags, then I made a call to the front desk. By the time we had changed into swimwear and were seated on the porch, a smiling young man had brought us two mojitos. As we basked in the sunset watching the waves coming in, I leaned back and took a long sip of my drink.
"This was a great idea, corazón. So tell me: how much would all this cost if we were paying for it?" I asked.
"Let's just say that you're going to have to build a lot more buildings before we can afford to stay here on our own," she said with a grin.
By the time we had finished our second mojito, I was feeling quite relaxed, and as I shifted my gaze from the beach to my wife's bikini, I began to have amorous ideas. But when I scooted my chair over next to hers and began stroking her neck, she shooed me away with mock annoyance. "Hold on there, tigre," she said with a smile. "It's almost time for us to get cleaned up for dinner. They have two different restaurants here at the resort, and I want to see if they're as good as the owners say."
Then she trailed her fingers across my chest. "But if you're still interested after dinner . . ."
Before I could grab her, she'd skipped away toward the walk-in shower that was big enough for two people. "Maybe we can try that out as well this weekend," I thought to myself. This was already looking to be a very good getaway indeed.
When Felicia finished with her shower, I took one as well, and after I'd dressed for dinner, I dropped down in front of the massive flat-screen tv to watch a Mexican fútbol game while she did her make-up and got dressed.
"Do you approve?" she asked, and I swiveled around to look. She was wearing a white silk dress that seemed to flow over her body like water, outlining her curves as it ran down them. Her jet black hair was cut very short yet it had been styled in a way that was absolutely feminine. She had a necklace of obsidian hanging from her neck, and her four-inch heels brought her to within an inch of my height. "Magnifica," was all I could say.
We chose the American Grill for our first meal, and it did not disappoint. I had the t-bone and Felicia a petite filet. As we shared a slice of cheesecake for dessert, Felicia remarked, "I think this place stacks up very well with the grills we've been to in Miami." I couldn't disagree with her.
When we had finished, we walked hand in hand over to the hotel night club, where a Latin band was playing salsa. Felicia was a better dancer than I, but it was a treat just to follow along as best I could while admiring her sinuous movement. How anyone could dance in four-inch heels was beyond me, but Felicia made it look both graceful and sensuous. I couldn't help but be proud of the many glances she got from others in the club, both male and female.
Finally I dragged her off the floor, pretending exhaustion. "If we don't stop now, I won't have any energy for you back in the room," I told her. She quickly grabbed my hand and began tugging me toward the door. "Oh, no," she said, "I have big plans for you tonight."
We kissed and embraced as we rode up in the elevator, but when we got in the suite she held up her hand to stop me. "No lights," she commanded, "just the moon off the ocean."
I hurried to comply, and when I turned around she was standing in the center of the room facing me. She gave me a sultry little smile, then reached up and did something with her fingers. Suddenly the white silk dress slithered down her body and pooled at her feet, revealing a gossamer bra and a tiny thong in matching white lace. She stepped out of the pool of her dress, still wearing her heels, and strode over to me like a model on the catwalk.
I started to embrace her, but she pushed my hands away and began to undress me, all the while rubbing her body up against mine with feline sensuality. When she had completed her mission, she turned me and pushed me toward the king-size bed until I toppled over backward. Then she removed her bra, knelt down and began to caress my legs, running her breasts up my thighs, getting nearer and near to my throbbing cock.
I tried to pull her up beside me to return the favor, but she stopped me. "No," she said, "this is all about you. You can show your appreciation later." Then she continued her journey until her mouth reached its intended destination and engulfed me. I could do nothing but drop my head back on the spread as she drove me to ecstasy. She was relentless, and in no time I reached my peak and exploded.
When she returned from the bathroom, she had removed her thong and had brought a towel for me. Then she snuggled down beside me and began to caress my chest. It took me a minute to regain my breath, but then I rolled over and took control, determined to repay her in kind. Using my lips and tongue, I proceeded to explore every inch of her body. Long before I reached that delta between her thighs, her hips had begun to rock, and from the little whimpers in her throat, I knew how badly she wanted this. I repositioned myself between her legs, lifted them up over my shoulders, and began to feast on the fragrant moisture seeping from her pussy.
I decided that I wanted to make this especially memorable for Felicia so I took my time, repeatedly bringing her right to the edge of an orgasm only to back away and let her come down from the brink. After several trips she was begging for me to finish her, and finally, having brought her to the lip yet again, I began to stroke her clitoris faster and faster until she screamed three times and then collapsed on the bed. This time, I was the one to hand her a towel.
