"This story is fictional and a continuation of my Forbidden Lovers series"
So the holidays arrived and the ground outside was covered with white flakes of snow. It would be the first white Christmas in years. The tree was trimmed and the stockings hung with care. The usual crowd had gathered on Christmas Eve, as was the tradition. Ever since he could remember Christopher's parents had hosted this party. All of the neighbors and close family friends would gather together at his house, talking and eating and enjoying the night. It was a nice time for catching up and seeing some of the people that you never see as often as you would like. But this year he could just not get into the holiday spirit as much as he would have liked. The evening passed and people went home for the night and Christopher crawled into his bed underneath the warm covers. He tried to sleep, but he only tossed and turned. His mind was not on the holidays so much but elsewhere.
He wondered what MaryBeth was doing these cold days and if she was thinking of him the way he was of her. He missed her and wanted to be with her more than anything. He half expected to wake up and find her under the Christmas tree maybe naked wearing nothing but a bow. Or dressed in a slinky Santa like suit with her beautiful legs showing. It was a crazy idea of course, but it made him smile and he only wished the answer for them would be that easy.
However, he knew that was not so and even if she came to him and professed her love there would be obstacles to overcome. He was willing to deal with them, but he hoped he could convince her that she needed to feel the same way. The sun rose the next morning and he awoke to a new day. The holiday passed and family came and went. The ball dropped and the New Year was rung in.
The New England air was cold and the ground covered in a blanket of snow. Christopher was happy that he and some friends had decided to head for warmer weather. He was on his way to Hawaii, which was somewhere he had always wanted to go. Kind of last minute some of his friends had just convinced him that they would all go because when else would they have this chance? It was a group of the four people from his home that he was closest with. The day after New Years they headed for the airport and away from the cold.
Back closer to school MaryBeth was also packing her bags somewhat unwillingly. Her husband suspecting that something was wrong looked for a quick solution. Alejandro was not the type to talk things out and listen to her. He had stopped all that a few years back. He figured that a vacation on a tropical island would be enough for them to fix everything. Basically he thought the beach and the ocean and the mentality of it all would make her horny, then they would have some hot sex the way they used to and things would be back to normal.
MaryBeth knew otherwise and she knew that a vacation would not magically make everything better. The passion had died and gone out of her marriage and it wasn't coming back. Her husband did not respect her and she believed he was just scared of responsibility. Or lazy and not wanting to do any of the household things like laundry. She wondered where the man she knew and had loved had gone and when exactly had the lump coach potato emerged. Plus now she had Christopher and the love she knew they shared. She did not feel she needed to be dependent on Alejandro anymore. But the bags were packed she would do this one last thing to try and show him that they needed to end this charade.
As she was packing she began to think about how the two of them had met and how it had been those days. She had been in Peru doing research for her thesis on the cultural habits of the indigenous people that had lived in Machu Pichu. One night she had gone into a local bar/restaurant to have dinner and a few drinks. She hated the tourist places because that was not her style. She liked to mingle with the locals. She had the grasp of the language and she sometimes struck up conversations that were useful to her research.
She had been slowly sipping some wine when she noticed a man enter the room. He was tall and handsome. Slightly dark skinned, but not too dark. A nice milk like shade of brown that was very fair. He was very handsome and sexy, more modern and less like the old more rugged people of the mountains. He walked over to the bar and ordered a shot. He took it back and said something to the bartender. Salsa music began to fill the air. The man walked across the room he took a small glance as he passed MaryBeth at her table. The gaze was intense. She had to turn her head as not to show the smirk on her face.
At the very next table while still looking at MaryBeth he took the hand of some young woman. No words were spoken. He pulled her against him and they began to move to the music. Their bodies just seemed like they knew what to do. As if it was an automatic reflex like quickly pulling your hand away from something hot. MaryBeth watched in amazement as he guided this woman through what to her seemed like complicated movements. She liked to dance but had not so much experience in dancing of this style. Just a few classes on and off when she had the time.
The man noticed that the foreign woman was still watching him, as he was she. She was quite attractive he thought. Was she from the United States? He could not be sure because she had such a look that she could be European. And what was she doing in this bar he thought? All alone away from the places he would have expected. Had she gotten lost and just wandered in? Did she even speak Spanish? He knew he had to talk to her.
After the song ended he tossed the young woman aside and walked over to MaryBeth. He offered his hand trying to be a perfect gentleman. "Quierias bailar?" (Would you like to dance?) He asked. She had been a little embarrassed at how she had been staring that she hadn't known what to say. "Bueno no hablas Espanol." (Well you don't speak Spanish) he said as he began to turn away. It was then that she felt the need to prove to him that she was not just a wide-eyed tourist. "Yo hablo perfectamente gracias, nada mas no se bailar tanto como tu." (I speak perfectly well thank you. I just don't know how to dance like you do.) She said. Hearing her speak so well he turned back and said "Te ensenare." (I will teach you.)
With that he offered his hand again. She accepted and they began to move to the music. Well she remembered thinking it wasn't quite mutual movement. It was more he was moving her body and passing her through all the movements. Of course she had to follow him but it was he who moved her more than her moving herself. It was in a way intoxicating the fast movements and the look in his eyes. The way his hands touched her and he pulled her close.
He was in no way groping her but there was a sexual aura all the same. After a few dances she made it obvious that she really needed to be going. He had a certain look in his eyes as he asked if she would come back the next night. She said she would think about it. But in truth it was easy for her. She came the next night and again after. His name was Alejandro and he lived in the area and worked on his family farm. However, he claimed to have bigger ambitions. He just didn't have the money to make a move to anywhere else.
By the third night he made the move to kiss her and she let it happen. It was very much an experienced kiss and this she knew. They went for a walk in the warm streets with the stars out. He kissed her again and his hands ran over her body gently touching certain places. He had a touch that just made her think "Latin Lover!" As if he knew just how to please a woman.
Which maybe he did. But for Alejandro he saw what most people of his kind would have. The appeal of a foreign woman and everything that was different from what he was used to. And that is what truly appealed him. It was like a conquest to say he slept with an American woman. That night MaryBeth was sort of intoxicated in several senses. The alcohol, the dancing, the moon and stars, Alejandro's eyes and his kisses. His strong, but seemingly sensitive hands. So she invited him to her hotel because that is what she thought she wanted.
And they made love or had sex really is what it was. It was so raw and so intense unlike anybody she had ever been with. The way he touched her so firm and so strong. But it wasn't like he hurt her or forced himself on her. He was just such an intense lover with his movements and his power. She felt herself almost being violated, however she loved the feeling. She was so caught up in the whole sensations and intensity of the act. The way she felt as if she was constantly building up and having an orgasm the entire time.
After that night they kept on meeting and the intensity of it all continued for a few weeks. She was totally overwhelmed by him and the sex. Alejandro also had his feelings. He was in control he thought, and whenever he wanted having sex with this American woman, and making all his friends jealous.
It wasn't until two weeks later when she was to return to the United States that things changed for him. She explained she needed to go home and hand in her thesis and get her degree. That she thought she loved him and she didn't want to leave. Alejandro didn't have to think hard to see a way out of this problem and the misery that he considered his life to be. So he said take me with you and marry me please. And then he kissed her in a way that she just had to say yes. And with that they were off to the USA. It was all down hill from there.