Chapter 12
Through the rest of that day and the evening, Donna rebuffed all offers of companionship, content to remember how it had been with Bryce, then forced herself to snap out of it. She reminded herself he was a married man with a family and that love was a luxury she couldn't afford.
On the beach the next day, she saw a good-looking young Mexican man looking her over appreciatively. He spoke rather good English, they chatted easily, had a swim, then cocktails at a bar on the beach.
They agreed that it would be fun to see the city together, so they went to their cabanas and changed. Donna announced that what she was wearing wasn't the sort of thing that was appropriate to see the city, so she went to her room to change, Jorge going with her.
She had a bottle of Canadian Club in the room and poured drinks for the two of them. While they sipped and chatted, Donna gathered up the clothes she wanted to wear for the outing.
Until then she had planned nothing more than the tour of the town he had promised, but suddenly her body changed her mind, heat fanning out from her crotch in waves of desire.
Still trying to think of the right approach to let the man know she was available, she picked up the pile of clothes.
"Are you going to dress in the bathroom?" he asked, smiling at her over the rim of his glass.
"Yes."
"It is a small room and not very comfortable for dressing," he told her, his eyes flashing a challenge. "Besides, you may need help."
"Well," Donna replied with a thoughtful frown, "I suppose that's right, but I wouldn't want to embarrass you by changing here. You see, I want to change everything."
"But of course," he answered, smiling warmly. "I can assure you I will not be embarrassed. It does not embarrass me to see a priceless work of art."
Returning his smile, Donna put the clothes down on a chair, reached behind her neck and opened her dress. She was still smiling as she caught the hem with both hands and pulled it over her head. She wore only matching pale blue bra and panties under the dress and they contrasted beautifully with her magnificent tan. But it was more than the contrast which gripped the man and forced him to emit a low, quavering groan of desire, it was the way she more than filled the skimpily designed garments.
"I wouldn't want you to hurt your beautiful arms reaching behind your back," he told her, his voice breaking. "May I unhook your brassiere for you?"
"How thoughtful you are, Jorge. It is hard for me to reach."
He moved to her and his arms went around her, his fingers trembling as they reached for the hooks of her bra. She wore no perfume, only the woman perfume of her body and he breathed it deeply as he gazed hotly down at the upper slopes of her lush breasts.
With a little difficulty, he slipped the hooks and pushed the strapless bra off her boldly jutting breasts, baring their stunning beauty as his eyes fought to focus.
"Never have I seen such works of art," Jorge told her as he reached for her breasts with both hands and cupped them lovingly.
Seconds later, he was crushing them against his shirt as their mouths met in a passionate kiss. While they kissed, one hand slid down her back until it was on her panties, pulling her body firmly against his, making her feel the form of his stiff male member.
"I guess we're going to be late starting our tour," she whispered, after the kiss.
"Yes, you most beautiful woman in all of the world," he replied, "we will be very late. First we must make a tour of heaven."
Crouching before her, his touch was as reverent as his tone as he took her panties down and looked up at her crotch as she raised one leg after the other to step out of them.
Donna sat on the edge of the bed as he tore his clothes off as though they were on fire. He had a penis that was much smaller than the long, strong one with which Bryce had so thrilled her, but it was very stiff with desire and would, she sensed, calm the churning she felt in her loins.
As he came naked to join her on the bed, an exciting sigh broke from her throat as she threw herself onto her back, her legs still closed but her arms up and open in invitation.
They came together in their naked embrace, a well matched couple, their bodies hungry for what each had to offer the other. He fondled and kissed lush, firm breasts then as desire continued to build in her, he moved onto her, pushed his penis into her moist depths and began stroking.
Donna had hoped he would give her at least one orgasm before starting, that he would mouth her hot vulva and lap inside as Bryce had done, but the man had no such intentions.
His body pounded hers strongly and she was at the stage where she thought she might go off, the stage of feeling the early promise of climax when she heard his panting turn to groans and he went off. It was game over before her team came to bat. As the contented man rolled off her, commenting how good she had been, Donna excused herself, went to the bathroom and used a finger to finish what he had only started.
Later, the man didn't seem too disappointed when, in a tired voice, Donna told him she was too tired to take the tour of the city and that they would have to do it some other time.
After he left, she jumped out of bed and went to the dresser to pour herself a strong drink. By then, her annoyance with the man for having been such a bad lover had passed. Lust still lurked around the edges of her being, but she promised herself she would go to the bar later and get picked up. Failing that, there was always her finger and her thoughts to meet her need.
But for the time being, Donna had other thoughts, disturbing ones. The night with Bryce had been better than a dream come true, had been her best sexual encounter ever, but until then she had been willing to consider it a fluke, something that happened because he was a skilled lover and the mood was right for both of them.
But that reasoning no longer applied and she knew it. Jorge, unsatisfactory lover that he had been, made that clear. Even with him there had been an excitement, especially in the preliminaries, that she had not known in a very long time.
And then the answer came. It was obvious and she could not reject it no matter how she tried. What had started out as a vacation from prostitution was in reality the end of her career. After the two exciting affairs with the strangers who had come to her as lovers, she sensed that she could never again enjoy working as a prostitute.
For the time being, she filed the thought in the back of her mind, hoping it would go away and that it would be possible for her to finish her vacation, then return to the career that had been so enjoyable and profitable.
Trying to escape her thoughts, Donna went down to the bar. Within minutes, a rather portly American tourist spoke to her and bought her a drink. As they talked, his eyes moved hungrily over her.
During the conversation, he told her that he had a wife but that she had walked around the city all day and was upstairs in the room, tired and irritable.
Until then, Donna had been thinking, vaguely, of finding a good man and marrying, but what she saw on the man's face spoke of something close to hatred of the woman to whom he was married.
She had seen and heard it often among her clients, men who liked to talk of the entrapment and boredom of marriage, men who spoke of frigid, unattractive wives, sometimes after having performed cunnilingus on her, a thing they had probably never done to the women to whom they were married.
His attitude took some of the luster away from marriage and served to compound her confusion. His first hint that he would like to see her body naked brought an encouraging hint in return and they went on playing their little charade for awhile until a point was reached where the only thing left was the trip to her room.
There, when he kissed her, Donna found herself wondering how long it had been since he'd kissed his wife that way.
"Lately," he confessed, "I've been having trouble getting old Peter to raise his head, but you sure have worked a miracle on him."
"I can feel it through your pants," she told him, "and it feels very strong. Perhaps I can make him get even stronger," she went on as she stepped back with a seductive smile, opened her dress and took it off, her lush body, skimpily encased in black bra and panties.
"You'd better uncover that poor thing before your clothes break it off at the root," Donna told him with a dazzling smile.
He was panting as he took his clothes off and she wondered what state he would be in by the time he went into action with his stiff penis in her. He stripped, then came to her, his rampant penis twitching strongly.
When they embraced again, his tool was hard as it pressed throbbing against her. Donna stripped her bra and panties off and they got into bed.
As most men did, he went for her luscious breasts first, fondling, kissing and sucking them, then began to kiss his way down her belly.
"I'm going to eat this little beauty of yours," he told her eagerly as he put a hand in her warm crotch and fondled her vulva.
"I'm glad," she told him. "Would you like to try doing it my way?"
"Any way in the world, baby, just name it."
When she asked him to, he lay on his back and she knelt astride him, lowering her crotch slowly until it was on his face and he was sucking where she wanted to be sucked.
He did the job well, pushing his tongue into the warm nest, finding her clitoris and licking it while she squirmed with arousal. When she climaxed, Donna gave his face a warm, moist massage which he obviously enjoyed.
When they were ready to have intercourse, the man asked her to go down on all fours for it. She did without protest and he hurriedly knelt up behind her and fitted his penis into the moist warmth of her slit.
"With a beauty like you," he told her as he rested with his tummy against her smooth behind, "this is the best position. While I'm feeding it to you, I can see and feel your beautiful bum and when I look in the mirror, I can see those beautiful titties. I'm going to make them sway now." Gripping her strongly with both hands, he began to ride her behind, his belly spanking it excitingly. His staying power was excellent and Donna enjoyed another orgasm just before he ejaculated.
Later, alone in her room, Donna felt confusion grow. The session with the man had been as casual as if he had been just another paying client, yet she had enjoyed it.
The next day, she cut her vacation short and returned to New York. She didn't know what the immediate future held for her, but she had to start finding out.