After Fidel Ch. 07

Chapter 7 – Celebration

I had set an alarm for early Friday morning so we'd be awake and ready when the movers arrived, but I didn't notice that I had set it for PM instead of AM. When we were woken up by the doorbell, I looked at the clock and saw that we had overslept. I told Felicita I'd join her in the shower in a few minutes and quickly put on a t-shirt and shorts. Sure enough, it was the moving company, on time.

I apologized for not being ready and the moving crew took it all in stride. The foreman said this happened all the time. They asked if they could start in the living room while we were getting ready. I let them come in and went back to the bathroom where Felicita was already in the shower. When I joined her, she asked, "The movers?" I nodded. "I wanted to make love this morning," she said sadly.

"I'm sorry. I messed up the alarm clock."

"That's OK," she said as she turned to face me, smiling slyly. "There are other things we can do." She sank to her knees and took my semi-erect dick in her hands. It didn't take much for her to get me fully erect. She licked the head and gave little love bites with her lips to the shaft. I quickly started to moan and I was having a harder time standing up. One of her hands held my cock as the other slipped a little lower to fondle my balls. She took my length into her mouth, stroking my dick in and out. She even put her hands on my ass to encourage me to pump along with her. I put my hands on the back of her head to steady myself and hoped I didn't slip. I was trying to breathe deeply so the men working in the living room wouldn't hear me cry out when I came. I didn't last long with what her tongue and mouth were doing to me. What I didn't count on was losing my balance. I felt my feet start to slip but I didn't have the strength to do much about it. I kept one hand on her head and reached for the shower curtain with the other. I did manage a controlled slide against the back of the tub instead of a fall, my legs going around Felicita and not hurting her. The shower curtain couldn't take my weight so it came crashing down loudly. My dick had been pulled out of her mouth and spurted on her chest as I slid.

Felicita was concerned that I was hurt. When she saw the only injury was to my pride, she started laughing and I joined in. It was funny but it would be embarrassing facing the movers again. They surely heard and could probably figure out what we had been up to. I tried to put the shower curtain back up but the rod was bent. I managed to wedge it into place enough to keep from wetting the entire bathroom while we finished showering.

Once I had the curtain more or less in position, I turned back to Felicita. She was standing now and pressed her body against mine to kiss me. When I felt her slick breasts pressed against my chest, I could think of nothing but sex. Our lips parted and I smiled at her. "Your turn," I said and knelt. She looked down in surprise and pleasure as I gently grabbed her by her thighs. I pressed my face into the juncture, seeking out her slit with my tongue. She was very wet inside; she had probably woken up horny and giving me a blowjob didn't do anything to lessen her desire. I sought out her clit, sucking on it and barely hearing her gasp over the sound of the water. I probed her hole with the middle finger of my other hand. Next I added my index finger and rotated my hand so I could probe for her G-spot. After all the noise I had made, there was no point in giving her a quiet orgasm.

"Chris, no! The movers," she said when she felt my fingers contact her spot. Her words turned into a whine as my tongue and fingers started to have the desired effect. I was going for intensity instead of endurance. She soon forgot about all else except for what I was doing between her legs. She spread her legs as much as she could within the confines of the bathtub and held onto my hair with both fists as she started to cum. She humped her groin against my mouth. I sucked and probed and drove her over the edge. She called out loudly as she came. Even if the sound of the shower curtain falling didn't convince them, the movers now knew we were having sex of some sort in the bathroom. Felicita really let herself go, cumming loudly in my mouth and around my fingers. I didn't let up until I felt her starting to fall. I slid my juice-slick face up her stomach and over her tits as I stood. She pulled me to her as she kissed me hard. I felt her backside as our tongues dueled. When we parted, she smiled. "I was kind of loud, yes?" she asked sheepishly.

"Yes, you were. I loved it, and they probably did as well."

I saw her blush. "How am I going to face those men now?"

"Pretend nothing happened. They won't ask. Trust me."

She looked quizzically at me and shook her head as she smiled. "I think we need to clean up now so we can get dressed." While we were washing each other, Felicita posed a question. I could tell she was a little shy about asking it. "At the party, the women talked about something that I didn't understand. They said I should ask you about it before Saturday. What is this 'Mile High Club'?"

I laughed. "Did they really say that?"

"Yes, they also thought it was funny but no one would tell me why. Is this a place you want to take me before we leave?"

"I'd love to take you there, but we have to wait until we're on the way back to Cuba."

"Christopher, please explain. I don't understand." She was genuinely curious and clearly wanted an answer.

"There is a small bathroom on the airplane and the door locks from the inside. Sometimes, a man and a woman sneak into the bathroom together and have sex in there."

She thought about that for about five seconds before her eyes widened. "With all those people around?"

"Yes, with all those people around. You have to be very quiet, and it would not be good to be caught going in or coming out of the bathroom together. It's supposed to be fun, though."

"Have you ever been to this Mile High Club?"

"No, I'm not a member. Would you like for us to join on the flight tomorrow?"

By now, I was turning off the water and she was reaching for the towels. "I'll have to think about it. How big is this airplane bathroom?"

"Maybe as big as the shower. I think you do it standing up. It's easier if you're wearing a dress or a skirt."

"It might be fun. I'll think about it," she said, smiling seductively. "Now let's get dressed and see if we can go out there with any dignity left."

We got dressed and opened the bedroom door. The front door was open and some of the larger pieces of furniture were already missing. I looked out the door and saw the men putting my sofa into a large wooden crate. I walked over to talk to them. They had the situation in hand so Felicita and I went back inside to eat breakfast. While we ate, the living room was steadily emptied. We organized some of my things to help the packing go faster. The crew worked until six o'clock that afternoon. By that time, they were about three-fourths finished. We packed our suitcases and, just before leaving, I looked around the apartment for the last time. When I saw my belongings again, it would be in Havana. I would never stand in this apartment again. My life was so different now, and about to change even more. I called for a taxi to meet us at the office where we were dropping off my car. The taxi took us out towards Bush Intercontinental Airport and we checked into the Hyatt Regency for the night. We had dinner at the hotel, much as we had done in Havana. We turned in early but had no intentions of going to sleep early.

While we were at dinner, the bed had been turned down, the lights dimmed and the radio set to play soft rock at a low volume. Felicita changed into a pink halter-top baby doll nightie, one of her new outfits, for bedtime while I set out a few condoms on the nightstand. I smiled when I realized we would only be using condoms for two more nights. When she came out of the bedroom, she took my breath away. I hadn't seen her wear this outfit before. Seeing my true love dressed for sex made me forget about everything else. I had started undressing while she was getting ready in the bathroom. When she came out, I was still in my underwear.

"I see you like what I picked out for tonight," she said, almost in a whisper, as she pointedly looked at the bulge my erection was making.

"Oh, yes," I breathed.

Felicita walked to me and cupped the bulge with her hand. She gently squeezed and made me moan. I pressed my lips to hers and explored her open mouth. When I put my arms around her, I realized how sheer her pajamas were. I put one hand under the top that was essentially transparent and reached inside the back of her panties with the other hand. We moved to the bed and lay down. Her hand was now inside my underwear and my hand was fondling her pussy inside her G-string panties. I pulled away from her succulent lips, grabbing each nipple in turn with my lips through the sheer top as I moved over her breasts, on my way down to remove her panties. I ate her pussy until her moans told me she had cum. I worked her top over her head, with her help, and she was naked – a glorious sight. She rolled me over and removed my last piece of clothing, watching in delight as my erection sprang upright, unencumbered at last.

I was breathless as I watched her lick the drop of precum from the end of my dick. When her tongue made delicate contact, my head dropped back onto the pillow. I moaned loudly as I felt her taking me into her mouth. She stopped before I came, but just barely. She crawled over me and kissed me, my dick trapped between our stomachs. She sat up slowly, maintaining eye contact with me as she reached for a condom. She tore open the packet and tossed it aside as she rolled the condom down over my shaft. I was still barely breathing as she lifted one leg over me until she was straddling me on her knees. She fumbled around with my dick in one hand and her pussy lips in the other until things were aligned. She lowered herself, adjusting forward a little to facilitate the penetration, and she impaled herself on my cock. Her eyes never left mine. She leaned forward and kissed me. My hands were all over her back, relishing in the feel of her body. Her tits were hanging over my chest, the nipples barely making a brushing contact with me. She lifted her bottom up, and then descended, setting the rhythm of our coupling. We moaned into each other's mouths as she rode me. I opened my eyes as I felt my orgasm imminent and she was doing the same. Recognizing the look on my face, she sat up. Her left hand held one breast and her right was rubbing the top of her pussy. Her eyes were starting to close in ecstasy. I gripped her hips and thrust vigorously into her, reaching the point of no return and cumming in her pussy. She cried out when she felt the sudden warmth through the condom; we came together.

When she caught her breath, she stayed atop me, looking at me and smiling. I was content to stare at her lovely nude figure as love songs played softly on the radio in the background.

She got off eventually. My dick had softened and slipped out of her, my cum leaking out of the upturned condom and wetting the sheet beneath me. We cuddled and she lazily stroked my dick, in time bringing me to another erection. A second condom was selected and she ended up on her back on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of her, her legs resting on my shoulders. I came before her that time. I guess it was the sight of her splayed out in front of me. As soon as I finished spurting, I pulled out of her and dropped to my knees, sucking on her clit until she came in my mouth.

We managed a third time before she tired me out. In the end, we moved to the dry side of the king size bed and slept naked in each other's arms.

Saturday morning arrived gently. I had asked for a 7:00 wake-up call. I had to slide across through the cold wet spot on the sheets to answer the phone. As I hung it up, she was waking up. I took the last condom with me when I joined her. She smiled sleepily when she saw what I was holding. She spread her legs for me and, when I was ready, I entered her. She was still wet from the night before so my dick entered her easily. She wrapped arms and legs around me and we made love gently. She cried out when she came and I followed soon after. We showered together and managed to avoid destroying that shower curtain.

I came out of the bathroom, drying my hair, to see her pinning her plastic wings on a yellow dress. "A dress, hmm? What do you have in mind for today?"

Felicita turned around with a bright smile on her face. "You never know when a dress might come in handy on an airplane," she answered.

We dressed and packed up our suitcases. We had breakfast in the hotel before taking the shuttle to the airport. Our flight was for just after 11:00 so we arrived in plenty of time. I was so proud, walking around the airport with this beauty on my arm. In time, we boarded our flight for Miami.

Once the seatbelt sign was turned off, Felicita turned to me and whispered into my ear, "Can we join the club now?"

I grinned. "We have to wait until the stewardesses are busy. They mustn't see us go in there together." I discreetly ran my hand along her leg and heard her sigh. We had to wait a very long half hour until the opportunity presented itself. "Let's go," I said. She looked at me, then around the cabin. She looked back with a big smile. We got up and tried to appear casual as we walked to the front of the plane, finding the galley deserted. The bathroom was between the galley and the cockpit so the door couldn't be easily seen by the other passengers. With a last look back, I opened the door and gently pushed Felicita inside.

I closed the door and locked it, causing the light to come one. "Remember to be quiet," I whispered. "This will have to be quick so we don't get caught." I was already undoing my pants.

"This is so small. How do we do it?"

I looked around, working out the logistics in my head. "Put your hands on the lavatory and face the mirror." My pants and underwear were around my knees and I was fitting the condom in place. She complied, arching her back and sticking her butt towards me. I lifted her dress, finding a very wet pair of satin panties. I pulled her panties to one side as I guided my dick to her hole. She gasped as I started to penetrate her. "Quiet," I admonished her. She was watching me in the mirror and I saw her nod. She wore an impish grin. It took a little time in the cramped quarters to get myself seated inside her pussy. Once we were ready, I held on to her hips and began thrusting against her. There wasn't really enough room for her to thrust back so she just stood there as I fucked her. We looked at each other in the mirror. We were both smiling just from the thought of the naughtiness of what we were doing. I kept up the pace so I could cum quickly before we got interrupted. To help her along, I slid one hand around to her front and inside her panties to play with her clit. The effects of my dick and my finger were quickly apparent in her reflection. Whether from the novelty of the situation or the need to finish our covert coupling quickly, she was moving as rapidly towards an orgasm as I was.

I panicked when I recognized the look on her face as an impending orgasm. She looked like she was going to cum really hard. At the last moment, she placed one hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, but her cry was still audible. I followed soon after as her pussy clenched around my dick.

We wasted no time after, disposing of the condom and wiping up her pussy, then adjusting our clothes. I listened at the door but couldn't hear any sound over the usual background airplane noises. The coast was clear as far as I could tell. I opened the door and stepped out. My heart pounded as I saw the smiling stewardess sitting in the jump seat. She must have seen the shocked look on my face because she whispered, "Newlyweds?"

Felicita was coming out behind me. I grabbed her left hand and held it out so the stewardess could see her engagement ring. The stewardess nodded and added, "Welcome to the club."

"Thank you," Felicita politely told her and I chuckled. We returned to our seats and she gripped my hand hard as the excitement of what we had just done hit her. The stewardess brought us two glasses of champagne a few minutes later. She didn't say anything but I knew what it was for. I thanked her for both of us.

The rest of the trip was nowhere near as exciting as the first part had been. We changed planes in Miami. It still seemed strange to be boarding a flight for Havana while still in the United States. The short hop was over before we had even settled in. The plane taxied to the blue arrival terminal and we went inside to clear customs.

Brian and Stacy were waiting for us, much to our surprise, when we stepped onto the sidewalk.

"Welcome back," Stacy said, cheery as ever. "How was your trip?"

"It was wonderful," Felicita told her. "We joined the Mile High Club."

Stacy gasped, I choked and Brian laughed whole-heartedly.

"I thought at first she had misunderstood something, but the look on Chris' face tells me she knows exactly what she is saying," Brian said as he laughed. "Come on, we have a car over here."

"How did you know to meet us?" I asked.

"Agnes called yesterday to tell me when you were arriving," Brian said.

Yes, Agnes. The mother hen, always taking care of me.

We had eaten lunch in Miami, while waiting for the flight to Havana, so we went directly to the hotel. On the drive, Brian filled me in on what had happened in the office while we were gone. As I expected, he had kept everything under control. We told him about the trip to Houston and the party that Ross and Kate gave for us.

Felicita and I spent the rest of the day and Sunday looking for a place to live. I had crates arriving soon and I needed a place to put them. We were looking for an apartment but when I saw how small they were, as well as the condition, I suggested we look for a house. I wasn't planning to leave any time soon so buying a house seemed like a good idea. We looked around and found a few that interested us. We had a little time to decide before my belongings arrived. Felicita was thrilled at the prospect of buying a house, something else she had never anticipated doing before.

We went into the office on Monday, mostly to check on things. As I expected, Brian had kept the operation going smoothly and I would have no qualms leaving him in charge while we were on our honeymoon.

Monday night was the big event. We had dinner alone at the hotel and retired early to our room. Felicita had now been taking birth control pills for a week. We undressed and made love for the first time without condoms. It was touching, gentle. The sensations, especially for me, were more intense. When I came, it was Felicita who felt the difference. My sperm was shot into her pussy, not held back by latex this time. She could feel the sensation even more. There also wasn't the need to withdraw quickly and carefully. When I did remove my softened dick from her pussy, she sat up and saw the flow of my sperm leaking out of her. She touched the flow with a fingertip and gingerly tasted it, looking up at me and smiling. "Now we are truly one," she said.

Tuesday and Wednesday were spent narrowing down our choices in houses. By the end of the week, we had settled on one and were arranging the purchase. Felicita was also working feverishly on wedding preparations with her mother and Stacy. The arrangements were coming together and it looked like the wedding would be on December 3 – the second weekend after Thanksgiving. Waiting until a week after the Thanksgiving holiday weekend might allow some friends from the States a better chance at attending. It also fit well with her new cycle now that she was on the pill. I was busy on the Internet, looking at what Agnes had found for me. I liked the place, a small couples-only resort in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania. They usually got their first snow of the season in late November. We could fly into Philadelphia and drive up. If there was no snow, we could take some time to drive further north so I could grant Felicita's wish to see snow. I contacted them and made reservations for December 4^th to 17^th. I was keeping it a surprise from Felicita but I told Brian about it. I also told Agnes and I'm sure Ross heard from her.