After Fidel Ch. 03

Chapter 3 – Felicita!

“Felicita?”

When I spoke that word, the hand froze over the clay pot. Her body stiffened. She turned around slowly, as if she didn’t believe she heard right. My heart was pounding so hard that I’m sure everyone around me could hear it. I could feel my hands sweating. Then I saw a gold hoop earring appear. The face I had dreamed of -- fantasized over -- for months appeared, framed by chestnut brown hair.

“Felicita!” I screamed. I think everyone in the bar turned to look at me. I didn’t care. I leapt the last two steps to her side. She, for her part, looked to be in shock. It was as if she was seeing a ghost. It was then that I wondered if she was happy to see me or not. She tried to jump up out of her chair, but the table got in the way. She fell backwards but I caught the chair and prevented her fall. She untangled herself from the furniture and stood facing me.

Tears were streaming down her face. I still couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy, sadness or anger. The emotion on her face was strong, but could be any one of those. I was so scared at that moment. It was as if time was standing still. Things were happening slowly, as if in a dream. I wanted to see how this scene was going to end, but it dragged on. The tension was killing me. Then she stretched out her arms towards me – and put them around my neck. She pulled me to her, forcefully. I put my arms around her slender waist and pulled her against my body. Maybe I pulled a little too hard. Her body kind of slammed against mine. I could feel the warmth of her against me. I could feel the softness of her body and how the sobs were racking her frame. She was crying. I thought they were tears of joy. I hoped they were tears of joy. I wasn’t sobbing. I was crying. Hard. I knew mine were tears of joy. I was really holding her in my arms!

We stayed like that for a very long time. I think everyone watched us for several minutes, wondering what was going on. Two people knew. While the others in the bar eventually turned back to their own conversations, Brian and Stacy sat patiently at their table, waiting for our private reunion to conclude. We hugged and cried, not saying a word. We just felt the closeness of each other. We were both holding on tight. I was afraid this was all a dream, that she was going to vanish in a moment.

It wasn’t a dream. It was real. I was there, holding Felicita. I felt her arms ease their grip on my neck. I relaxed a little and we moved apart. She looked at my face, but only for an instant. Then she kissed me. She came at me so quickly that I didn’t realize at first what she was going to do. I didn’t close my eyes. Her soft, moist lips touched mine. I could feel my heart pounding. I could feel her heart pounding behind her soft breasts. I was watching her face. Her eyes were closed, passion and concentration on her face as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. My tongue felt the touch of hers. That funny feeling in my stomach came back. That ache in my chest, the feeling of being in love, was there as well. I felt her. I smelled her. I saw here. I couldn’t get enough of her. I never wanted to let her go.

She broke the kiss. I reluctantly pulled back. She spoke, the first time I had heard her voice in nine months.

“Christopher, you’re holding me too tight. I can’t breathe.” She smiled as she said it. That smile. I looked at that smile and looked deeply into her eyes for a few seconds, until I finally realized what she had said.

“Sorry,” I said as I released her from my arms.

“That’s alright. I liked it. I missed you so much.”

“I don’t know how I ever lived without you,” I told her.

We held each other loosely, looking into each other’s eyes. I could lose myself in those eyes. I couldn’t do anything but look at her. I still couldn’t get enough of looking at her. For her part, she was staring at me.

I slowly became aware of the rest of the world again. It was as if we had been on a stage, illuminated by a single spotlight, then the rest of the stage lights came up. There were people around us.

“Felicita,” I said, turning her to face the table, “I would like you to meet my friends, Stacy and Brian.”

Stacy took that as her cue and got up. She walked over to us. “We’ve all been looking for you. We’re so glad Chris found you. He’s been missing you a lot.”

“I still can’t believe he’s really here,” Felicita answered, still holding me. She looked back at me adoringly and I felt so in love at that moment. “How long have you been here?” she asked.

“Since yesterday. We came over as soon as it could be arranged after Fidel…” I explained.

She nodded. “I come here every Thursday night, to remember our last night. I sit at that table. They let me now, after seeing me with you. They keep a table and a chair for me next to where you wrote our names.”

“Last night, I sat there and did the same thing you just did. I had to see it again, had to see proof that it really happened, that you were real. It was so wonderful that it seemed like a dream.”

“It’s not a dream, Chris. I’m real; this is real. We’re really together. Oh, I can’t believe it, either,” she moaned. She kissed me again.

“Hey, you two,” Brian teased, “get a room.”

“Shut up, Brian. They do have a room,” Stacy admonished him.

I laughed and translated what they said for Felicita.

“I can understand them,” she answered in accented English. I looked at her quizzically. “I’ve been taking English classes. You know, for when you came back.”

“I’m back to stay this time. My company is opening an office here. I’m not leaving you, ever again.”

As I said that, she squeezed me tighter. I could feel her firm yet pliant breasts crush against my chest. It was then I became aware that I was very erect. I had been since she first hugged me. I couldn’t help it. The reaction was automatic. I hoped she couldn’t feel it. I didn’t want her to think all I was thinking about was getting her into bed. I wanted that, but I wanted so much more. I wanted to be with her. Always.

Felicita pulled me closer, pressing my erection harder against her, and whispered into my ear, “We’ll take care of that later. Right now let’s visit with your friends.” I blushed. She could feel it. She grinned and I joined her. We sat in the two empty chairs at Brian and Stacy’s table. Felicita put her hand on top of the table and I put mine over hers. She immediately intertwined her fingers in mine. I could feel the warmth of her touch. It warmed me all over.

“Felicita, we have heard so much about you. You’ve really captured Chris’ heart,” Stacy said.

Felicita looked at Stacy and replied, “And he has captured mine.” The emotion in her voice made me feel like melting. I squeezed her hand a little tighter and felt her doing the same to mine.

“Your English is excellent,” Brian told her.

“Thank you. I’ve studied hard. I was preparing for this day,” she explained.

“Have you eaten?” I asked Felicita. “We can go back to the restaurant. They can –“

“I’m fine, Christopher. I ate after work. You’re all I want right now.” The implications of her statement made me a little harder. I don’t think I could have gotten much harder at that moment.

Brian and Stacy asked her about her background and about Havana. They talked about seeing the city and she told them more about the places they had already seen. She sounded like an experienced tour guide. Then I realized that, as a taxi driver, she was an experienced tour guide in a way. She visited all those places all day long. I was thinking of her, of how my lovely brown-haired nymph was right here with me. I zoned out of the conversation, just staring at her in the light of the bar. The conversation went on without me. I had what I came to Cuba to find.

I was sitting there, holding Felicita’s hand and adoring her. It took me a minute to realize the conversation had come to a standstill. I felt a little embarrassed as I realized the other three were staring at me now.

“What?” I said, trying to cover my embarrassment.

Stacy spoke first. “I was just saying that Brian and I were going to head up to our room. We have to get to work tomorrow. Gustavo is arriving.”

Brian started to say, “I’m not tired – oof,” as Stacy kicked his leg under the table.

“You’re tired,” she said pointedly. She gestured with her head towards us and gave him a sharp look.

“Ohhh. Yeah, I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.” Then Brian realized how that sounded. “Uh, I mean, to sleep. You know, rest, uh.”

Felicita and Stacy were both laughing now at his discomfort. Stacy stood up and took Felicita’s other hand.

“It was delightful getting to know you. Will we see you tomorrow?” she asked.

I hadn’t even thought about that before now. She might have to work. She might have to leave for home soon.

“Felicita, can you, I mean, do you, er.” I couldn’t make a decent sounding sentence.

She cast her lovely brown eyes at me and said with much emphasis, “Tomorrow is my day off.”

I remembered the first time we spent a night together. There wasn’t much beating around the bush. It was obvious how she felt about me. Stacy let go of her hand and dragged Brian back across the lawn to the hotel lobby. She was giving us some privacy to discuss sleeping arrangements.

“Would you like to spend the night here?” I asked. I was nervous. If she didn’t, that would tell me a lot.

“I was waiting for you to ask. I was hoping. I mean, yes, Christopher. I would like to sleep here with you tonight. Very much,” she answered.

My insides turned to butter. All my fantasies of the past nine months were coming true. I didn’t want to appear too eager, but I also didn’t want to look like I wasn’t eager. Finally, I decided to just be direct.

“Shall we go, then?” I asked, standing and pulling on her hand (which I hadn’t let go of since we sat down).

“In a moment. There’s something I want to do first. It’s kind of silly.” She had an embarrassed look on her face now.

“It’s not silly. If it’s important to you, then do it. What is it?”

“I came here almost every Thursday night since you left. I sat at that table and looked at the pot where you wrote our names. I daydreamed about the day when we would look at it together.”

I pulled her along as I walked over to the pot and knelt. She was right beside me. We looked together at the words I had written, my arm protectively around her. I reached out and touched the words as softly as if I was petting a kitten. Felicita put her hand gently on mine. I turned to her and kissed her. When I pulled back and opened my eyes, she was crying softly.

“I thought this day might never come,” she told me. I could just barely hear her words over the background noise of the bar.

I stood and she followed my lead. I paid for the drinks and we strolled towards the lobby. The grounds were lit in a few spots with floodlights. There were patches of light and dark, affording a lot of privacy. It was bright under the veranda where we were headed.

“Do you need to tell your mother where you’re staying tonight?” I asked as we neared the door.

“I’m a big girl. Besides, she knows you’re looking for me. She’ll figure out I found you and that I’m staying here tonight.”

“OK, but we can take a taxi out there to tell her if you want.”

“No, it’s not safe right now to travel by car at night.”

“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately. What’s going on?” I asked her.

“A lot of things. We can talk about that tomorrow. I just want to talk about us tonight, OK?”

“Sure. There will be time for that tomorrow. I’m not leaving.”

She hugged me tighter as I said that.

“I like hearing you say that,” she sighed.

We walked into the lobby and turned to the left towards the elevators. I looked at the front door as I passed, remembering how I felt just two days ago when I entered the lobby.

We got off the elevator and I turned her towards our room. Our room. It still thrills me to say that. When she saw the number on the door, she stopped.

“Oh, Christopher. This is the same room.” She was keeping her voice down, but the surprise was obvious.

“Yes, I couldn’t resist asking. Just in case. It was exciting to be here again. It’s a lot better to be here again with you.” I looked at her. She was smiling and her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

We walked in and I shut the door, but not before putting out the Do Not Disturb sign. I noticed that the doors between the two rooms had been pulled closed. For their privacy or ours? I wondered. Tonight, probably both.

“Can we take a shower first?” Felicita asked. “I want to be clean for you.”

“That’s a great idea. I love taking showers with you.”

She blushed when I said that. She looked down shyly, then looked up in that way which always made my heart ache with joy.

She kicked off her shoes and I took the hint. I took off mine and my socks. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a white cotton bra. I matched her moves, removing my clothes in time to her. I noticed a silver chain around her neck and asked her about it.

“It’s a Saint Christopher medal. My mother gave it to me after you left. I like it because I have a Christopher watching over me. He’s the patron saint of taxi drivers,” she explained.

I laughed. “No, he’s the patron saint of travelers.”

“Taxi drivers,” she insisted.

“Maybe he’s both. Anyway, now you have two Christophers watching over you.”

She seemed to accept that. “Yes, two Christophers.” She removed the medal reverently, kissed it, and put it down on the table.

She resumed undressing. I loved watching her unbutton her pants and pull them open. I could see she was wearing a matching simple pair of panties. She saw what I was looking at.

“I’m sorry I’m wearing these. I didn’t know I’d be seeing you tonight, or I would have –“

“Don’t apologize. It’s not necessary. I don’t care what you’re wearing. I’m looking forward to seeing you wear nothing at all.” I was grinning as I said that. The grin was infectious. She shimmed out of her pants and stood before me wearing just her bra and panties. I was wearing only my underwear. Well, I was trying to wear them. My dick was struggling to get free. She was staring at the front. I looked down to see a large wet spot of precum. “I’m glad to see you,” I explained.

She smiled and answered, “Wait till you see how wet my panties are for you.”

I put my arms around her and pulled her close. She moaned as our bodies touched. I reveled in the feel of her warm skin. While I kissed her, I felt for the clasp of her bra. I expertly unhooked it, feeling the tension in the fabric suddenly release. I was smiling broadly as we parted. The bra was starting to fall forward and reveal her firm breasts. I took a deep breath and my cock pulsed as the cups fell from her chest. I stared unashamedly as I watched her nipples come into view. Those nipples! How I loved sucking them. I was going to pay them a lot of attention tonight.

Felicita saw me staring. She interrupted my thoughts with, “I’m not very clean. Let’s take a shower before we, you know…”

“OK, but I don’t mind. I want to be clean for you as well.”

I knelt before her and put my index fingers in the waistband of her panties. My face was inches in front of the apex of her thighs as I pulled down, slowly revealing her soft, brown bush. True to her word, the crotch of her panties stuck to her lips. The hair and the soft lining of her panties were both damp with her ample juices. The juices she was making for me, for my dick! I was afraid that thought was going to make me shoot off before she got me undressed. I was glad now that I had masturbated earlier. Otherwise, I would have embarrassed myself by now. I finished pulling her panties down over her legs and she stepped out of them. I cast them aside and looked up, seeing her in all her naked glory. It was a night nine months ago right here that I first saw her naked. If anything, she was more beautiful now. It was so tempting to take a taste of her cunt right now. I knew she didn’t feel comfortable without a shower, so I made myself wait. I could smell her wetness as I slowly stood, letting my hands run up her sides. I gave a light moan as my hands passed over the sides of her tits. I heard her breathe in sharply as my hands passed over them.

I was standing again, facing her. This time, the only clothes that separated us were my pair of briefs. My dick was making quite a bulge. I was so hard that the confinement was getting uncomfortable. I hoped she didn’t wait too much longer before undressing me. Before she did, though, she hugged me again. “Ahhh,” I said involuntarily as her breasts pressed against my chest. “Oooh,” was the happy sound she made at the same time. She looked up into my eyes as she started down to my last remaining piece of clothes. Her nipples were grazing my front along the way. That was only making me harder, if that were even possible.

She had held my gaze and gave me an expression of such love as her hands ran over my briefs. She felt my butt, and then moved around the front to feel my shaft through the stretched cotton. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I hoped that I would at least last until she had me undressed, so she could have the sperm instead of my clothes. The cooing sounds she was making as she touched me weren’t helping me to last.

Next she pulled down my last remaining piece of clothing – the last thing that separated our bodies. She pulled slowly and my shaft was gradually revealed. The head was trapped by the waistband and bent down as the briefs moved lower. Finally, the tip sprang free. Her face was so close that my dick brushed against her cheek as it broke free. There was a streak of precum where the head had made contact with her skin. I wasn’t just leaking precum. I was oozing it. “Mmm,” she moaned as my dick passed over her face. She stood slowly, letting my hardness pass over her sensitive skin. It passed over her throat, between her breasts, across her stomach, finally brushing through the hair over her pussy. There was a thin glossy line marking where the tip had touched. My dick was now free. It was hard and trying to point up. She grabbed it and pushed it down until it fit between her legs. Still stiff, it pressed hard against her slit. I could feel the intense warmth of the juices leaking out of her pussy. She was wetting my shaft. She was oozing as freely as me. We both wanted this so bad!

She kissed me. With the feel of her warm wet mouth on my mouth and her warm wet pussy lips against my dick, I am truly amazed I didn’t leave a puddle of sperm on the carpet. Her juices were flowing over my shaft now, and probably starting to drip off the bottom of me to the carpet. Her mouth pulled away slowly, her lips sucking at mine as the contact was reluctantly broken. She smiled at me. “Let’s get that shower out of the way,” she suggested. I smiled back and led her to the bathroom.

I started the water. I turned around to face her, unaware she had taken a seat to pee. My dick hit her against the face, slapping into her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I started to say. She just laughed as my dick bounced away from her. She didn’t seem to mind, so I let it drop.

When she was finished, the shower was ready so I held back the shower curtain for her. She pressed her body against mine as she went past me. I followed, my dick leading the way. She stepped under the spray and I pressed my body against her back. My hands wrapped around her and I took a breast in each hand. She moaned and threw her head back. I kissed her neck as she savored the feel of the water washing over her, my hands gently squeezing her nipples, and my dick sliding between her legs to rub against her pussy lips. Her skin got slippery as the water ran over her. I caressed her body, my hands moving down to her stomach and back up to her tits. I reached down with my left hand for the soap. I held it in front of me and unwrapped it, then ran it over her. The soap added to the slickness. She moaned as I rubbed. I started at her neck and worked my way down. When my hand reached the top of her lips, the moans grew in pitch. I ran my fingers through her lips and I could feel my dick sticking out the front. It was funny feeling a dick protruding from her slippery lips – not that I was laughing. I even grabbed the end of my dick and tried to rub it against her most sensitive parts.