Felicity Ch. 28

"You told me to put it there," I whined.

"You know perfectly well what goes in there and I see it wants to go back in now."

She quickly brushed her teeth as I even more quickly soaped and rinsed both of us. She turned the shower off and we hurriedly dried. Neither of us was in the mood for foreplay and I simply fucked her hard from start to finish. That finish was very satisfying and once again we thanked each other with a rain of kisses. We lay on our backs catching our breath as we held hands.

"When does your flight home leave?" she asked.

"Saturday at eleven. Yours?"

"Saturday at ten."

It was Wednesday morning.

"May I move in here with you until then?" she asked.

A great weight lifted off my chest that I had not realized was there; I had been dreading the likelihood that it had been just a one-night stand for us. I knew I was not near ready to say goodbye to her. I also knew I should be worried about that.

"I would rather you move in here with me until December," I said.

She giggled and said, "My friends should already be on their excursion. Lets go to my hotel and get my stuff. We can figure out what to do with the rest of the day when we get back."

After a small delay and a quick rinse we took a cab to her motel. It was a lot more upscale than mine and a lot bigger. My hotel did not have a car rental booth and hers did. I asked Lydia to get her stuff and ask a porter to bring it down for her because I had decided that since we were now a tour group of two I would rent a car for us.

"Cool," she said.

We stopped for breakfast on our way back to our hotel then unpacked and put away her stuff in our room.

"You will notice I brought dresses and dancing shoes, nudge, nudge, wink, wink," She said.

"Hmm, planning time. Do you want to discuss this dressed or nude?"

"Nude. No, no, dressed. If we were nude nothing would be done."

"Damn, I thought for a second there I had tricked you. It has been ages since we last fucked you know."

"Two hours," Lydia said.

"See, I was right."

"Maniac. I will find pen and paper while you make us some coffee."

On hotel stationary Lydia blocked off Wednesday through Saturday. She started each day including Saturday with "water sports and sex" and I nodded my approval. She ended each day with "phenomenal sex" and I nodded my approval. She wrote "quickie" in the space for the middle of each day. I frowned and asked, "Only one?"

She changed it to "quickies." I nodded my approval.

We agreed with Carlos and Charley's for Wednesday night, Senor Frogs for Thursday night, and disco hopping for Friday night.

Now we had to fill in our days. I told Lydia that I had already done my two priorities, Chichen Itza and Cozumel. I had Tulum and Xel-ha on my list, which had been my plan for that day.

I was much more interested in Xel-ha, a spring fed snorkeling destination and nature preserve. There was a similar but much bigger park called Xcaret near it but its reviews had been mixed ranging from spectacular shows to expensive tourist trap.

Lydia said, "I am not that much of a fan of ruins but I really enjoyed snorkeling with you yesterday. If you can drive us to Xel-ha that would be my choice for today."

There was a map of the area on one of the brochures and it looked like an easy drive to me so I said, "Deal, Wednesday is down."

We kissed to celebrate our decision-making prowess and eventually continued.

"Thursday, Playa del Carmen?" I asked.

"It did look like a neat place to visit," she said. "The beach there was gorgeous and I saw that a street was a pedestrian mall. It may be as close as we will get to the real Mexico."

"I am not too sure about that. I saw a McDonalds and a KFC as we walked through the plaza," I said. "We can make a quick stop there today on our way back from Xel-ha and see if we want to give it a day."

"Agreed. Are you interested in going into the City of Cancun?"

"Yes, it is on my list of things to do," I said.

"That would be Thursday if we do not go back to Playa. Anything else on your to see or do list"

"A wave runner excursion through the lagoon that ends on a small reef just past the beach. We get about thirty minutes to snorkel there." I said.

"Cool, that is Friday," Lydia said.

We drank our coffee as she wrote our schedule in her journal and as soon as she was done Lydia unzipped my shorts and pulled out my dick. "It's quickie time," she said as she swallowed my cock.

I took off her t-shirt and softly mauled her tits. I could tell our first quickie was going to be just a blowjob. I was doing fine until I caught our image on a mirror. The sight of all of my cock disappearing completely into her mouth had me on the verge within seconds.

Lydia paused, pressed the base of my cock with her thumb and stopped the emergency alarms within. I was floored by the thought that she felt she wanted my cock in her mouth longer. I resolved to keep myself together as long as I could, for Lydia.

When she resumed the blowjob it was at a much more leisurely pace. I caressed her hair, her tits, her face, and her lips. She slowly increased the pace until I was again gasping for air, I warned her and she responded by swallowing my cock down her throat. My cock erupted and I saw stars, my legs wobbled. She continued to deep throat me every few seconds which extended my cum well past my previous personal best. She kept sucking my cock until it was well past dead.

I then did something I was positive I would never do. I kissed her. I kissed a woman that I knew for a fact had just welcomed gallons of cum into her mouth.

Her eyes went wide as I did, the kiss was likely a first of its kind for her too. I urged her to stand up and intensified the kiss. Lydia was moaning as she crushed me in her arms.

I slid her shorts and panties to the floor and pressed her back onto the bed and my lips quickly found her very engorged clit. Her orgasm hit almost as soon as I kissed it. I sucked on her clit until she had another fine cum then I kissed my way up her body. I rubbed my pussy fluid coated face on her tits then continued up until we could kiss again.

We rested as we caressed each other for a while. I ended up gently fingerfucking her as I made love to her tits. She had a soft but apparently very enjoyable orgasm. Soon after Lydia draped her body over mine, kissed me and smiled. "We need to pee," she said.

It was nearly noon before Lydia and I started out for Xel-ha Nature Park.

The highway was mostly four lanes and was in good repair so except for the strange way to make left turns it was a pleasant drive.

The park was fun. We rented an inner tube and floated from the spring to the small lagoon then shared a late lunch/early dinner with some very large iguanas. While we ate Lydia called her friends and announced she had moved out of their room.

I heard her say to them, "I can't talk about that now he is sitting right here."

I immediately told her I was going to get us some beer but before I walked past her she grabbed my arm, pulled me to her and gave me a very impressive kiss.

I got the beers but I slowed my return to her when I saw she was still on the phone, she was blushing as she related something to them. I could tell the conversation needed to last longer so I just put her beer on the table and continued strolling around the park. I soon saw her wave at me to come over to her and as I got there she handed me the phone saying, "Talk to them, I need to pee."

I talked to her friends Jana and Inga and promised them I would take care of Lydia. I was made aware of how much they and the entire town of Felicity loved her and that hurting her would be a seriously foolish thing for me to do.

I told them that I was impressed by the quality of friends Lydia had and thanked them for keeping an eye out for her. I told them I already knew how special she was.

It must have been the exact right thing to say since the next sound I heard was a sob,

I steered the conversation to our snorkeling adventures and had pretty much convinced them they should try it before they left for home. Lydia was back by then and I handed her the phone.

She listened to something they were saying and answered, "Yes I am paying close attention. I will call you if I change my plans. Love you, bye."

I did not ask for clarification and none was given.

We finished our beers and strolled around the park for a while then snorkeled the lagoon to its inter-tidal zone. We found a somewhat secluded bit of beach and I took the opportunity to fingerfuck Lydia to a nice orgasm. After she caught her breath she pushed me onto my back straddled my hips then moved our respective swimsuits aside. My cock was penetrating her pussy when we heard the approach of others and she reluctantly stood and covered us up.

On our way back from Xel-ha we made a quick stop in Playa and decided that it required its own trip just as Cozumel did. Playa del Carmen possesses the most beautiful beach either of us had ever seen and was surrounded by all- inclusive hotels. We did eat a fine sea food soup at an interesting place on the pedestrian street. We bought Playa t-shirts to go with our Xel-ha shirts.

It was nearly dark when we got back to the hotel. We took a quick pee and shower then took about an hour nap. When we awoke we cuddled and kissed then lovingly fucked.

We dressed for our night at Carlos and Charlie's but agreed that undergarments were likely to be a nuisance for the next few days and decided to forego their use.

It was a fun evening at Carlos and Charlie's. We danced, we drank and we groped each other. We found a dark spot between a wall and the lagoon and fucked for about twenty seconds before we heard movement close to us so we quickly returned to the dance floor.

It was the second time that day our sex organs had to separate long before they were ready to do so.

An hour or so and some drinking and dancing later we returned to the spot, Lydia had challenged me to a long distance pee contest into the lagoon but there was a couple there already, fucking.

They did not seem to mind having an audience so we stayed and indulged ourselves with some fine voyeurism. We watched them until they were done and after they left with a friendly nod and smile for us Lydia and I went ahead and pissed into the lagoon. I won.

As we returned to our table Lydia decided to give me a kiss that steadily increased in ferocity until I found it prudent to drag her to the dance floor.

Lydia kept an eye on the pathway to the wall and about midnight she hustled us there for the third time and we at last managed to complete our fuck. Lydia went off like a firecracker twice and later confessed that it was because we had an audience, the couple that had allowed us to watch had watched us.

We did not have sex in bed that night and only watched each other pee. We were wiped-out.

We did fall asleep naked in each other's arms, which I noted had become very important to me.

We had opted for a trip to the City of Cancun the next morning and after the water sport/fuck item in our agenda had been checked off we got dressed and took the bus to the city.

Our hotel desk manager strongly cautioned us against driving into the city because thieves recognized rental cars and we could end up taking the bus back after a long day of filling out official forms.

She told us there was an open-air flea market that was interesting and mentioned that it was the perfect place to practice our bargaining skills. Lydia and I decided to go there first.

We first stopped at a restaurant just outside the market and had breakfast but we encountered our first language difficulties.

Up until then everyone we had spoken to for three days spoke fluent English. We were now speaking to a young lady that was obviously pretending she understood a lot more than she did.

I was not surprised when Lydia switched to Spanish as she asked for a clarification on the menu and ordered in Spanish. She did seem a bit surprised when I did the same. I told her I was a military brat and had spent my language formative years in Puerto Rico and Panama among other places.

The young lady left with our order and Lydia was soon writing in her journal. I asked Lydia about it and she said it was a habit she picked up in law school. She used it as a memory aid mostly and it always included dates, times, and names. The one she was writing in was dedicated to the trip and was more of a diary. She claimed that so far I was the star of the saga and gave me a long sweet kiss. Lydia was still kissing me when our server returned with our coffee.

The coffee was the best we had ever tasted. We told the girl, Anita, that it was terrific and asked her what kind it was. She said, "Un momento," then left us. She came back with an older man she introduced as her father.

I asked him to sit with us and Lydia and I had to insist before he did so. He introduced himself as Ramon and told us the coffee came from a small farm his brother Ruben owned in the mountains.

He sold most of his crop to a conglomerate that liked to use them in their blend. Ramon told us that what we just drank was not a blend; it was a single bean coffee. It was sold only to fancy restaurants in Europe and to the family.

Lydia and I immediately reminded him we were family and were hurt he did not recognize his cousins from America.

He laughed uproariously as his daughter refilled our cups.

He asked us if we were going into the market and we said we were. He cautioned us about pickpockets and a few tourist traps. He gave us a few places to try and asked Lydia if she was interested in silver jewelry.

Lydia said she was always interested in silver jewelry.

He mentioned a couple of shops that had good stuff but required good bargaining skills to get anything at a fair price. He mentioned that his brother Cesar had a smaller shop with nice stuff but not the selection the bigger shops did.

He told us not to eat anything that came from a place that was not housed in a permanent structure. He told us to smell the fabric on anything we were going to buy. If it smelled of anything other than cloth not to buy it, he said.

I took a picture of Anita and Lydia and Ramon.

Ramon took a picture of Lydia and me, the very first such picture. As we finished our coffee Lydia wrote a few more notes in her journal. I noticed that set of notes was written in Spanish. I wondered if like me once her brain switched to a language it stayed with that language until something triggered it back.

It had taken me a couple of hours to switch back to English after I heard German spoken in the lobby of my hotel on my arrival. My dad had also been stationed in Germany and Japan.

I could be confused in four languages.

I left a $20 for an $8 breakfast. People I like get tipped well.

After Lydia and I used the restroom we went off to explore.

Colorful was the word we agreed upon to describe the place. A maze, loud, and crowded also fit.

We found one of the larger jewelry shops and did some bargaining but no buying. After we left Lydia confessed that she had her eye on one item but had not been able to get the salesman down to a price she felt was better than she would find in San Antonio.

Later she found a shop that among many things sold peasant blouses. After we gave them the smell test, (the owner gave us a knowing look after that), Lydia bargained her price down to what she figured was thirty percent of what it would cost stateside so she bought three of them that had nice embroidery. The woman assured Lydia that the embroidery was done by hand.

The lady said that she and her sister did the embroidery and she showed Lydia a work in progress.

Embroidery was not one of my areas of expertise but Lydia apparently was a fan and had a long conversation with the lady about it.

To distract myself I looked around the neighboring shops and bought Lydia a hat that I thought she looked really good wearing.

I got a nice kiss for that and another one apparently for giving her the time to visit with the shopkeeper.

We wandered through the maze until I saw a guayabera shirt that I liked but it did not pass the smell test. Two shops after that we found some that did. I let Lydia do the bargaining and I ended up with three for the price of one.

We found a shop that carried carnival masks and I could not resist buying one that had an eerie resemblance to Richard Nixon.

We found Ramon's brothers silver shop. I went in and introduced myself as a new friend of his brother and told him I was looking for something special for the lady with me that did not speak Spanish. I told Cesar I needed something good enough to get the lady naked for me.

Lydia did not make it out of the shop before bursting into giggles and I suddenly noticed a woman sitting behind the counter almost choking on her own laughter.

Cesar however treated the whole thing as if it was a very legitimate reason for a gentleman to purchase jewelry for a lady and pretended to be confused by their laughter.

Lydia was down to a few giggles when she stepped back in and the woman led her to the end of the counter and placed a tray on the countertop for her.

"Por eso tu novia te va a costar una fortuna," she said to me.

(Because of that your girlfriend is going to cost you a fortune)

"Para eso es la plata, para las buenas novias y las buenas esposas," Cesar said to her as he grabbed her ass.

(That is what silver is for, good girlfriends and good wives).

She slapped his hand and as she blushed she told Lydia, "Nunca cambian."

(They never change).

I did see the smile form on Lydia's lips when she was referred to as my novia. I felt like I had the exact same smile.

We learned that Ramon had called his brother and asked him to keep an eye for us. Apparently being a fan of their brother's coffee did bring us into the family a bit.

It did not cost me a fortune to get out of there and we got cups of Ruben's coffee in the bargain.

I bought Lydia an eighteen-inch delicate looking silver chain and a dark green jade pendant that matched the color of her eyes. Cesar and his wife Antonia hooted as Lydia jumped into my arms and gave me a passionate kiss.

"Tienen un cama atras?" she asked them sending them into a new round of laughter.

(Do you have a bed in the back of the store?)

We left them with our hugs and wandered around for a while. All the coffee we drank was pressing us with its aftereffects so we headed for the only decent bathroom we knew. When we had Ramon's place in sight I told Lydia to go ahead of me and I stopped to buy flowers for her.

She was coming out of the bathroom when I got there so I handed her the flowers with a kiss and walked in.

She was sitting at "our table" when I came out. The stems of the flowers were wrapped with wet napkins and sitting in a glass. She had coconut sodas for us. As I walked past Lydia she grabbed my shirt and yanked me to her. Her kiss was intense.

We heard Anita say, "Los tostones."

Lydia looked at her and asked, "Tienen una cama atras?"

Anita blushed and giggled and left us to our drinks and snacks.

Not long after that we heard Ramon laughing his head off.

We rested as Lydia wrote down a lot of notes in her journal, still in Spanish. The small section I glanced at was about the flowers I had given her. She seemed to have loved either the flowers or the gesture, maybe both.

Eventually we decided to do some more exploring so I put down a $20 bill on the table for a $4 snack and drinks then we looked for Ramon. After I shook his hand and Lydia kissed him and Anita on the cheek we turned to leave.

Ramon said, "Esperen, te olvidaste una bolsa."

(You forgot a bag).

He handed me a plastic bag that I was sure was not ours so I looked inside. It contained a one-kilogram burlap bag that obviously contained coffee beans. The label on the bag read, "Cafe del Volcan," Ruben's coffee.