Chapter 11
From time to time, a client engaged Donna for a weekend trip to a resort hotel and once she spent a week on a yacht as a paid member of a party, but for the first five years of her career as a call girl, she never took a vacation, never even thought of it.
She was twenty-one then, a veteran of five years in the profession, when the thought finally occurred to her.
It was February and New York was cold, snowy and generally miserable. It saddened her to think that a soggy, raw month of March was still to be endured and only after that could she hope for spring to relieve the ugliness of the weather.
She came to suddenly and told herself she didn't have to stay in New York, that she could afford to get away from it all and stay away as long as she liked. Her first thought was California and she toyed with that for a while before she got a more exciting idea.
Following sound business advice, she had invested much of her income not in the United States, where it would show and she would be nicked for income tax, but in Mexico where it earned a guaranteed ten and eleven percent.
Her method was simple. Taking cash to a bank she would purchase cashier's checks and send the money to her broker in Mexico City. The money was invested, her profit reinvested there and the Internal Revenue Service was deprived of its bite.
She would, she decided, visit her money, spend all of March and as much of April as she chose, not in slushy New York, but in sunny Mexico.
There were still a few days left in February when she boarded the plane one morning as a light snow was being driven by a bitingly cold wind and a few hours later, stepped off the plane into the warm sunshine of Acapulco.
Her hotel room commanded a magnificent view of a white sand beach and there was also a fresh water swimming pool for those who didn't like the ocean.
But Donna was not one of those. She spent hours in or relaxing on the sand near the clear blue water, soaking up sunshine and the admiring glances of many males who were hypnotized by the way she overworked her skimpily designed bathing suit.
She laughed silently at those who stared but lacked the courage to make a try. Those who were bolder found that she had a bright, bubbling personality to match her beautiful body.
On her first evening there, she had a date for dinner. He told her he was a lawyer looking after details for establishing a branch of his company's operations in Mexico City and had taken a few days off to enjoy the beach.
When she found she didn't like tequila, Donna admitted it and switched to Canadian Club. She did like the food though and ate a substantial dinner. When they danced, she liked the way he held her, sensing that he would hold her well if, instead of being in the dining room, they were naked in a bedroom.
With that realization came the admission to herself that she wanted him to take her to bed to dance a horizontal rhumba and other assorted variations.
"Are you tired?" he asked as though he had read her mind.
"No, not a bit, but I'll admit the loud music is beginning to get to me."
"I understand what you mean. It's like the altitude at some places in Mexico, you have to adapt to it. To a Mexican, the louder the music is the better it is and by that standard, this band is getting better by the minute."
Laughing, she watched him signal the waiter, pay the bill and leave what struck her as being a very generous tip.
"I'm sure room service could send up a bottle of Canadian Club if you'd like a nightcap," he told her as they left the dining room.
"Well, if they're going to be that friendly, it would be a shame to say no, wouldn't it?" she replied with a smile that told him all he needed to know.
His room turned out to be on the same floor as hers, only a few doors away. As he closed the door behind them, she bathed him with a warm smile and he took her into his arms.
As she surrendered her body against him, warmly, Donna discovered that the kiss was different from any she had experienced in years. The only kisses she could recall that even approached it, were the ones her uncle had given her during the months she had stayed with him and he and his wife had seduced her and opened new doors to her.
"All of a sudden," she whispered as the kiss ended and he continued to hold her, "I'm so intoxicated that I don't really want anything to drink."
"Funny," he replied, his whisper exciting, "but I feel the same way. At least I don't want to drink any booze. I think I may find some beautiful fountains from which I'd like to drink, but that's different."
"Yes, Bryce, that's very different and I do so hope you'll be pleased with the fountains. At least I can assure you they will be very warm."
They kissed again and she sat on the bed while he undressed. She had seen many men take their clothes off, but she especially liked the way he did it. He showed the right touch of eagerness to become naked, yet he was obviously under control, very much a man of strength.
When he pushed his shorts down, she saw that his penis was a good size and was excitingly hard, swaying rampant and ready to be plunged into her body. She hoped he would delay that joy for a little while.
She got up then and he came to her and helped her off with her dress. As usual, she wore no slip and her lush body was nicely displayed in her very best lingerie. His groan of desire told her how much he liked and wanted what his eyes were feasting on.
Taking her into his arms again, he rubbed her tummy with his stiff penis as he unhooked her bra. When the embrace ended, he took it off and groaned again at the sight of her breasts just before he reached to claim them with both hands, holding them as though they were precious and very delicate jewels.
"Oh golly, what fountains," he told her, his deep voice trembling with passion, "I'll be so very gentle with them, darling, they're the loveliest I've ever seen. I can't believe they are true. This may all be a dream, a beautiful, impossible dream."
"If it is, darling," she whispered, her lips nuzzling at his ear, "please don't wake me up, I'm enjoying it as much as you are."
"That isn't possible, dear," he told her as he took her to bed and kissed her again.
"Are you going to leave my panties on?" she asked with a teasing grin.
"I am for the time being. Even a very strong man can only stand so much beauty at a time. If I had suspected how beautiful your breasts were, I'd have taken off your bra one cup at a time."
"Oh, Bryce, you say lovely things. Tell me more and more and more."
"I'll be saying the words, dear, but you won't hear them," he told her, then closed his mouth over one breast and began sucking, gently as he had told her he would, his hands fondling while his mouth sucked wetly, adoringly.
After her breasts had been well sucked, his hands at last found their way to her panties. She sighed as he fondled them with both hands. He found the crotch of them moist and whispered that he was going to make them more so.
"Oh lover," Donna sighed, "everything you do is perfect. Oh yes, darling, you're making them so wet and so hot."
When he began to pull her wet panties down, she arched her back to make it easier. When he stripped them off her feet, he stared at her, his eyes shining, then brought the moist garment to his mouth and kissed the wetness before dropping them onto the bed.
Donna had watched men take her panties in their mouths to suck them, but it had never been as wildly exciting as that one light kiss that had been a warm tribute to the beauty and excitement of her.
"Now I'm going to kiss what made them wet," the man told her as he bent over her and her legs parted wide, her buttocks jerking up off the bed.
His hands held her by the hips as he pressed his mouth onto her vulva, drawing a groan of passion from her and causing her beautiful, naked body to jerk.
"You liked that, did you?" he asked, smiling up at her, his face visible between her breasts.
"Oh yes ... yesss."
"Then I'll give you something to really like. You have a sweet little pussy, sweet enough to eat."
With that he returned his face to her crotch and began eating. He ate with the flair of a gourmet and it was not long before he triggered an orgasm that left her weak and trembling.
She was still trembling as he moved up on the bed, probed her crotch with his stiff penis, then found the well lubricated entry and pushed it all the way in.
As he began to ride her he kept much of his weight off her, but Donna didn't want it that way and she pulled him down on her. Understanding how she wanted it, he crushed her with his strong frame and gave her a deliriously rough ride, his stiff weapon as strong as the rest of him.
A little later, she stopped his action when she threw her legs around him, crushing him as climax swept over her, then, when the orgasm passed, he resumed his strong stroking and was soon jerking and twitching between her thighs as he pumped spurt after spurt of hot semen up her belly while vaginal walls gripped his shaft and sucked him dry and weak.
While they were resting, Donna fell asleep. It was a deep, untroubled sleep and in the course of it, she dreamed that she was lying on her tummy while he fondled and kissed her buttocks and she made little sighing sounds.
When she woke from the dream, she heard those same sighs and felt his hands fondling her behind, gently, lovingly. She sighed more loudly when the man rolled her over and pushed his stiff tool into her vagina again.
He gave her a longer, more delightful riding, causing her to climax twice before he ejaculated.
"Oooh, lover ... lover ... lover," she sighed and returned to sleep almost immediately.
Her lover proved tireless and when they woke in the morning they kissed and went to the shower together. The warm spray added to the warmth the couple had shared all through the night and while he held her with strong hands and she braced both feet strongly, he slipped his bone into her warm, hungry vagina and they shared a magnificent dance of lust while the fine, warm spray bathed them.
After breakfast it was time for him to leave. To her surprise and dismay, Donna wanted to weep. She was barely able to hold back the tears.
When Donna told him she couldn't go with him, Bryce gave her his Mexico City address and begged her to visit him there as soon as possible. She gave him no promise, but told him she would never forget him.
Later, lying under the hot sun on the beach, her lush body well oiled, outside and in, she sensed that she had told him the truth, that she never would lose her memories of him and their one night of love.