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Author: Strickland83 Title: Havana Club Part: Chapter 1 Summary:
Christopher gets offered the chance of a lifetime.  He thought the risk was
his freedom.  He didn't know the loss would be his heart.  Politics and
love make strange bedfellows.  Keywords: MF, rom, cons, oral Revision: 1.0
Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/strickland83/www/



   Havana Club By Strickland83

   Chapter 1 - A Dangerous Proposal

   The desk phone rang.  I knew the extension number by heart.  It was Ross
Crider, the company president.  I picked up the handset and heard Ross'
strong voice.

   "Chris, get up here right away.  I have something to discuss with you."

   "I'll be right there," I answered.  I hung up the phone and saved the
spreadsheet I was working on.  It wasn't unusual to be called up to Ross'
office.  The company, in spite of its size, was run on a very informal
basis.  I took the elevator two floors up to where the partners' offices
were located.  Ross, being the company president, had his own secretary and
reception area.  I was used to walking right into his office.  Today, his
door was closed.  That was unusual.  It was a rare thing for him to close
his door.  I looked over at Agnes, his secretary.

   "You can go right in.  They're expecting you," Agnes told me with her
usual smile.

   I was curious, but not apprehensive.  I tentatively opened the door as I
knocked lightly.  When Ross saw my head peaking in, he told me, "Come on
in, Christopher.  Have a seat."

   I entered, closing the door behind me.  My boss, Mike, was seated on the
sofa.  One of the two chairs in front of the desk was occupied by William
Hanes, the corporate attorney.  Ross was directing me with his hand to the
other chair.  Now I was getting apprehensive.  This did not look good.  I
was summoned to the president's office to meet behind closed doors.  My
boss and the company attorney were waiting for me.  I took my seat warily,
sinking into the fabric but still remaining on the edge of the chair.

   Ross leaned back in his maroon leather chair and looked at each of us in
turn.  "I want to make it clear right now that everything said from this
point on is privileged information.  Nothing said here is to be discussed
with anyone except the people present.  This is for the protection of
everyone present."

   His words did nothing to comfort me.  I was sure I was in big trouble. I
just didn't know what I had done.  Instead of waiting for condemnation, I
took the initiative.

   "What did I do?" I asked in as level a tone as I could muster under the
circumstances.

   My question caught Ross off guard.  He looked confused.  "Do?  You
haven't done anything wrong, if that is what you're worried about."

   "Then what is he doing here?" I asked, pointing to William.

   "Bill is here to answer any questions that come up.  Let's get right to
it.  We've called you here to make an offer.  I realize this is going to
catch you off guard, but it has to be done this way."

   "An offer?" I asked.

   "Yes, an offer.  Your record with the company is exemplary and we want
to be sure you stay around.  You are valuable to us and we want to use you
to our greater advantage.  We, I, have a special request to make of you. 
If you accept, there will be benefits.  First, you will be groomed for a
branch manager's position."

   I relaxed.  I hadn't been called in because of something I had done
wrong.  I was being offered a promotion.  A big one.

   "We need someone to do the legwork in preparation for opening an office
in a country we don't currently serve." Mike grunted at these words.  An
alarm went off in the back of my mind.  Something wasn't right with this.
Ross continued.  "I want to send you.  There is a risk involved.  I can't
deny that.  You are the best man for the job.  If you take the assignment,
you'll get the manager's post when we can open that office.  In addition,
you'll be offered a partnership when you return from the scouting trip."
Now something was really wrong.  The risk would have to be substantial to
merit such an offer.  "In light of the risk, we're going to do things a
little differently.  Your service will be considered in lieu of the price."
He saw the look of confusion on my face and explained with a smile.  "We're
giving you the piece of the pie.  You will buy in by doing this for us."

   "OK, what's the risk?  Where do I have to go?  The Middle East?  Haiti?"
I couldn't think of any other dangerous places where we didn't have an
office.  The single word Ross spoke next marked the moment when everything
changed.  From that point on, things were never again the same.

   Ross said, "Cuba."

   I was stunned.  There was silence in the room.  Nobody moved.  Nobody
said anything.  This wasn't a joke.  They all looked too serious.  I took a
deep breath, then another.  The sound of my breathing seemed amplified
because of the silence.

   "You want me to go to Cuba?" I asked, unsure I had heard him correctly.

   "Yes.  You're perfect.  You speak the language.  No close family to ask
questions, you have experience in -"

   I cut him off.  "You can't just go to Cuba.  It's illegal, isn't it?"

   Ross looked to my left and asked, "Bill?"

   William spoke up for the first time since I entered the room. 
"Technically, it's not against the law to enter Cuba.  It is illegal to
spend any money there.  Unless you have a license from the Commerce
Department, or have all your expenses paid by a foreign national, then
engaging in any monetary transaction is a crime."

   "So I just don't buy anything.  Is that it?"

   "It's not that simple," William continued.  "You have to eat.  You have
to rent a hotel room.  You have to pay the exit tax to leave the country.
You can't go to Cuba without spending any money.  That puts you in
violation of the Trading With the Enemy Act."

   I asked the obvious question but I already knew the answer.  We wouldn't
be having this conversation otherwise.  "Do we have a license?"

   "No," Ross answered.  "We made some confidential inquiries.  We were
told in no uncertain terms that licenses were not issued by this
administration for the purposes we had in mind.  No license, period.  So
you'll have to sneak into the country."

   "Sneak?" What the hell did that mean?

   "Yes, sneak.  You can enter covertly through Mexico, posing as a
tourist. The Cubans will let you in and you can do the research.  At the
end of the week, you return to Mexico, and then reenter the U.S.  posing as
any other tourist returning from a week in Cancun."

   "Tell me about this 'risk'," I asked, not feeling any more relaxed.

   William took over again.  "It isn't all that risky." Mike snorted again.
He must be there to look out for my interests ...  and he didn't sound like
he had much confidence in the plan.  "As long as the U.S.  government
doesn't find out about your little trip, you come home without incident."

   "And if they do find out?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.

   "They won't," Ross said.

   William continued.  "If they would - and it is very unlikely they will -
then you could be fined or possibly even arrested." His voice trailed off
as he said the last part.

   "Arrested?!!  I don't like the sound of this."

   Ross leaned forward in his chair.  "Bill can explain it better, but it
is easy to get in and out of Cuba without being noticed."

   "You want me to sneak in!  Don't people try that all the time and fail?"

   William spoke up again.  "People have trouble sneaking out.  The Cuban
government will welcome you.  They'll even issue you a visa.  They want
American tourists to come in and spend dollars."

   "And what about the Cuban stamp on my passport?  Do I just hope customs
won't look at that?" This was sounding like a really bad idea.

   "They won't stamp your passport." William was trying to sound calm, but
I could hear a note of alarm in his voice - not a good sign.  "Our
government issues about 20,000 licenses a year for citizens to enter Cuba
legally.  The Cuban government says they admit over 200,000 American
citizens annually.  A lot of people are doing this."

   "So, if it is so easy, what is this risk you keep referring to?" I
wasn't convinced.

   Ross again took the floor.  "First, you have to do this quietly.  Nobody
knows where you're really going.  Nobody.  Second, no paper trail. 
Everything is done with cash.  Finally, you must not get into any trouble
in Cuba.  No run-ins with the police or the government at all.  You have to
be very careful.  If you get into trouble, you don't want to call in the
U.S.  government for help.  If our government even finds out you're there,
when you do get out, you can be arrested at the border." Now, Ross looked
me right in the eye.  His expression was the most serious I have ever seen
him use.  "I give you my personal word.  If anything goes wrong, I will
personally go down there and get you out.  We won't leave you there. 
Whatever it takes, you're coming home."

   That made me feel a little better.  Still, there were risks.  "So I slip
into Cuba and look into opening an office there.  Then I get back home. 
For this, I get to be a partner?  The reward is big.  Why is this so
important, and why me?"

   Ross answered my questions.  "Cuba is an untapped market.  We want to be
postured to move in when things change.  Castro is old.  He has to die
someday.  In the meantime, there is a lot of pressure on the President to
change our policy towards Cuba.  Either way, soon it will be possible to do
business there.  We want to walk in with the groundwork already done.  We
want to setup shop - fast.  Cuba has potential as a vacation spot, exports
of agricultural commodities, cigars, music.  Cuba is a market that is
waiting to explode.  In return, they need just about everything.  That's
the way we see it.  You will be our eyes and ears.  You will find out for
certain.  Why you?  Because, as I started to say before, you speak the
language.  You can make a covert trip because you don't have any close ties
to ask questions.  You already do a lot of business in the Caribbean basin
so you know what to look for.  You really are the best man for the job. 
You are our best option for heading up the Cuban office .  When things open
up, we want you on our side, so we're making you a partner.  Do the job. 
Be careful.  In a week, you'll have earned your share."

   Mike spoke up for the first time.  I jumped when I heard his voice.  I
had forgotten he was still back there on the sofa.  "If he doesn't get
caught.  He's taking a hell of a risk.  He could face a big fine, loss of
his passport, or even jail time.  He -"

   Bill cut him off.  "No, jail time is only for repeat offenders who are
trafficking in Cuban goods."

   Mike broke in with, "Let me finish.  He can never get a government
clearance.  Do you realize how that will look on your record, Chris?  Going
into Cuba without permission.  For God's sake, what if you do something,
anything, that gets you arrested?  You might serve years in a Cuban prison,
then face jail time here when you get back.  I think this is too risky. 
There has to be another way."

   "There is no other way," Ross responded.  "We've looked into this as
well as we can from the outside.  We need someone on the street.  Someone
we can trust to do a good job.  Chris is the man for the job." Now Ross
shifted his gave from Mike directly to me.  "How about it, Chris?  Will you
do it?"

   My mind was awash with the possibilities.  If I got caught, I could lose
everything - even my freedom.  If I pulled it off, I would be a partner. 
My future would be set.  "You made an attractive offer.  I need some time
to think about it.  Can I give you an answer in a day or two?"

   "Sure," Ross smiled.  "Think it over.  Feel free to talk to any of us
about it.  Just remember, talk to no one else.  This is mostly for your
protection.  Let us know what you want to do.  You're a valued employee and
we want you on our team, whether or not you make the trip."

   "OK, I'll think about it." I stood.  I felt a little unsteady.  So much
had changed since I sat down.

   Ross stood and walked around his desk to clap me on the back.  "I'll be
waiting for your answer."

   I nodded and headed out the door.  Agnes looked up as I closed the door
behind me.  She looked concerned.

   "Christopher, are you alright?  You look a little pale."

   "I'm fine.  I just...  I need some time to think, that's all." I
hurriedly left, returning to my office.  I sat down and thought.  I
couldn't even talk this over with anyone.  This was a once in a lifetime
chance.  I knew I should take it, in spite of the risks.  It was a great
opportunity, not just the promotion but the experience in Cuba as well.  I
would have first hand knowledge.  This would help with my dealings in the
other markets in that region.  While I was thinking it over, Eudora chimed.
I had a new e-mail.  I pulled up the window and saw it was from Ellen.  She
was inviting me for dinner tonight.  She had been trying to get me to see
her for a few weeks.  She was cute - she just wasn't someone I wanted to
have a relationship with.  I hadn't been able to find anyone I wanted to
have a relationship with for a long time.  I didn't want to take a chance.
Thinking about the situation with Ellen made me think again of Ross' offer.
It was a once in a lifetime opportunity.  Sure there was

   risk, but the rewards were immense.  If I didn't take this chance, would
there ever be another?  If I didn't take this chance, would I spend the
rest of my life wondering What if?  That did it.  My mind was made up.  I
bolted from my chair and headed for the elevator.  I punched the up button
and it lit up.  I was hoping the elevator got there before I changed my
mind.  I didn't want to back down.  I wanted to do this.  I needed to do
this.

   After what seemed hours, the door opened.  I got in and pushed the
button for Ross' floor.  The doors closed and I felt that heavy sensation
as the car moved upward.  The only other person in the elevator was Hank
Jenkins.  He was babbling about the basketball game some of us had gone to
see last week.  I tried to be polite but I am sure it was obvious I was
preoccupied.  I guess it was good he was there because he kept me from
dwelling on what I was about to do.  I felt the elevator stop.  The door
opened.  The desk where Agnes sat was opposite.  I got out and marched to
the office door, ignoring Agnes entirely.  This was not like me.  I always
at least acknowledged her with a smile.  I stood in the door to Ross'
office, my left hand on the doorframe.  Ross was sitting behind his desk,
reading a paper.  I took a deep breath.

   "I'll do it," I announced.

   Ross looked up, saw it was me and broke into a grin.  He quickly got up
from his chair and walked around the desk to where I was still standing,
still being held up by the doorframe.  He put his arm around me and pulled
me into the office, closing the door as he said, "Come in, Chris.  Let's
talk about this, partner."

   There.  I had done it.  I had committed myself.  Maybe I needed to be
committed.  Ross didn't give me time to dwell on the darker aspects of what
I had just done.  He sat me down on his sofa and sat next to me.

   "Are you sure about this?" he asked me.

   "Yeah, I'm in.  When do I do this?" I hoped I didn't sound as nervous as
I felt.

   "I'd like for it to be as soon as possible.  There are a few external
forces we can't control.  First, our current president has been hinting he
might start seriously enforcing the travel ban.  We need to get you back
before that happens.  Then, and this is the main reason we're doing this
now, there are rumors that Castro is sick.  He might have Parkinson's
Disease or other problems.  Once he dies, the game changes.  There will be
a power struggle.  Who comes out on top can determine if the country opens
up to us or not.  I'd really like our base to be established before that
happens - so we can be first in.  Do you follow me?"

   "Sure, Ross.  So, when do I go?"

   "How about Friday?"

   I stared at him.  This Friday?  He saw my reaction and countered with,
"Is that too soon?  Do you need more time?"

   "No, I might as well get this over with.  I'm just surprised.  I thought
it would take more time to set it up."

   "We need to start briefing you with the procedures.  Whatever you're
working on, pass it on to someone else.  For the rest of the week, you're
focusing exclusively on this project.  Oh, and no one - I mean no one at
all - is to know where you're going.  We'll arrange a cover story for the
other employees.  It would be best that you don't talk about this, even
when you get back."

   I noticed that he said "when" and not "if".  That served to reassure me
a little.

   "Bill has already been doing some research on how to do this." Ross, as
if just realizing that I had agreed, reached over the arm of the sofa to
the telephone on the end table.  He hit a button, then said into the
receiver, "Agnes, I need a first class ticket for a flight to Cancun on
Friday morning.  No, it's for Christopher.  Returning the next Saturday. 
Call me back when you get it setup." He hung up, then hit another button.
"Bill, he's agreed to do it.  Bring the file in here so we can start
working on strategy." He hung up and turned back to me.  "You're flying
first class because you'll be hassled less that way.  It helps to get you
through customs easier."

   "Thanks," I said with a lump in my throat.  I was still nervous.  I had
just agreed to commit a federal crime.

   William Hanes came right over, carrying a thick brown folder.  We spent
the rest of the day sorting through all the material that had been
collected.  Agnes picked up lunch and we ate in the office.  The door had
stayed closed the entire time, except for Agnes bringing in lunch.  I was
somewhat nervous about the whole idea.  It seemed that I made more trips to
the bathroom than usual.  Ross made his executive restroom available to us.
I guess that is one of the privileges of becoming a partner.  I just hoped
I returned and got to be a partner a little longer than the rest of the
week.

   During the afternoon, Agnes called in to say my ticket had been
delivered by a courier.  Now it was official.  I was going to Cuba. 
William had done a lot of preliminary research.  There were basically two
sets of documents.  One was how to safely get in and out of Cuba.  The
other was about doing business there.  We focused the first day on how to
get me in and out.  Maybe that was to relieve my stress level.  To his
credit, Ross seemed as anxious as I was about my safe passage.

   By the end of the day, the plan for my arrival was set.  I would meet a
travel agent in a village south of Cancun.  He would make all the Cuban
travel arrangements.  At the end of the day, William pulled a battered copy
of Frommer's Cuba from the folder.

   "I found this at a used bookstore.  I didn't know they made one, and
it's a few years old.  Still, it's a pretty good guide.  Take it with you."

   I leafed through it.  There really was a guidebook for Cuba.  I planned
to spend a lot of time reading it over the next few days.  I had to keep it
concealed.  I felt like Winston Smith in 1984, carrying The Book in my
briefcase.

   By 4:30, we were worn out.  The stress was taking its toll.  Ross told
us to call it quits and start again in the morning.  I went back to my
office to turn off my computer.  When I sat in my chair, I saw the e-mail
from Ellen.  I decided that I shouldn't pass up any opportunities that
presented themselves.  If things went badly, she might be the last woman I
would be with for a long time.  I called Ellen at her office.  She was
delighted to hear from me.  I asked if she wanted to get together that
night.  She invited me over for dinner and a movie.  I told her that it
sounded great and I would be over after I showered and changed.  With that,
I turned off my computer and left the office.

   At home, I cleaned up and dressed very casually.  With any luck, I
wouldn't be back until morning.  I was out of the house and on my way to
Ellen's place in about half an hour.

   I pulled into the parking lot of Ellen's apartment building and parked
next to her car.  The night was warm and muggy.  The crickets were singing
as I walked to her door.  I didn't feel like singing.  I still felt like I
was on my way to my execution.  First things first - I was going to enjoy
this.  After all, it might be my last.  No regrets.  Onward and upward from
here.  I stretched out my hand and rang the doorbell.

   It took Ellen a minute to get to the door.  She opened the door, looking
lovely in a blouse and jeans.  The blouse was low cut (that looked
promising).  She hugged me as I stepped in.  I had been here before.  We
had dated in the past, but nothing serious had developed.  At this point, I
felt I had nothing to lose.  After shutting the door, she led me to the
kitchen where she was finishing a meal.  She confessed that she had picked
up most of it at the market.

   "That's fine.  I'm amazed you had time to do any of this when I called
you so late," I reassured her.

   "I was so happy you called.  I've wanted to get together with you for so
long.  You sounded like you had a rough day at the office," she said.

   "I did.  We're working on plans for a new office," I half lied.

   "Do you think you'll get a shot at the manager's post?"

   "Maybe.  There have been a lot of hints." That part wasn't a lie.

   "I hope you get it.  You deserve it.  You've worked hard for it.  Do you
think you will have to move?"

   "I don't know yet.  There are a lot of details to work out before we get
to that point," I answered.

   By then, dinner was ready.  We dined by candlelight.  She looked radiant
in the softly glowing light of the candles.  I told her so.  She accepted
the compliment graciously.  After dinner, we took our wine glasses into her
living room.  She had picked up a DVD of Like Water for Chocolate.

   "I know you're good at Spanish.  Maybe you can explain the nuances to
me," she suggested.  I smiled.

   We started watching the movie.  She curled up next to me and I put my
arm around her.  She smelled wonderful.  She always smells wonderful.  It's
not just perfume.  Her shampoo, her clothes, they all smell wonderful.  I
hoped to find out if she smelled that nice beneath her clothes.  I bet even
her sheets smelled nice.  Before long, she laid her head on my shoulder.  I
was getting more interested in her than in the movie.  By the time
Gertrudis took her shower, I was ready to see more of Ellen.  She was into
the movie, but her body language indicated she was being swept up by the
romance.  I kissed the top of her head.  She moaned softly and lifted her
face up to mine.  I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.  She
put her arm around my neck and pulled me down.  As we kissed again, I felt
her tongue on my lips.  I opened my mouth and our tongues met.  As we
parted to take a collective deep breath, I glanced at the screen and saw
Gertrudis being carried away naked by the soldier on hor seback.

   "Mmm, I'd like to do that to you," I suggested.

   "That's so romantic," she said in a dreamy kind of way.  She looked from
the screen to me as if coming to a decision.  Then, "Do it." It wasn't a
command or a request.  It was simply a statement.  I wasn't going to pass
up an opportunity like that.

   Ellen stood up in front of me and began undressing.  I watched,
mesmerized, as her blouse drifted to the floor, followed by her jeans, then
her bra.  By the time her panties softly settled to the top of the pile on
the floor, the movie was forgotten in the background.  Ellen was backlit by
the screen as if she was glowing.  She took two steps back and looked at me
suggestively.  I stood and took her in my arms.  I kissed her deeply,
inhaling her scent through my nose.  She pressed her body against mine in
such a sensuous way that I was sorry I was still wearing my clothes.  I
longed to feel her skin against mine.  I reached down and put my right arm
behind her knees, my left behind her neck, and easily lifted her slim body
off the floor.  As I carried her in my arms to the bedroom, she kissed me.
I could see her nipples becoming even more erect.  I hit the light switch
with my elbow as we entered the bedroom.  I bent over the mattress and
delicately set her down.  Her slight weight barely

   dented the soft surface.  Her eyes lit up as an idea was suddenly born.

   "Wait here," she said.  "I'm going to get the candles.  Take off your
clothes and wait for me on the bed." With that, she got up and padded off
to the kitchen.  I undressed and slid onto the sheets to await her return.
I was hard, anticipating the feel of her body.  I heard her returning. 
Just before she entered the room, she reached in with one hand and turned
off the light.  Instantly, the room was illuminated by an orange glow as
she entered with two candles in each hand.  She set them down on the
dresser and nightstands, surrounding the bed with warm light.  Her naked
body was so erotic in that light.  Her dark blonde pubic hair looked darker
in the light, but still it was apparent she was a natural blonde.  Her
breasts rose and fell as she took in deep breaths.  I was breathing heavy
as well.  We were awash in anticipation.

   Just before she got into bed, I noticed a slow trickle of fluid down the
upper part of her left thigh.  She was so wet for me that her juices could
not be contained by her lips.  I was mesmerized by the sight.

   Ellen broke the silence as softly as she could.  "You are so excited
that I can see a trickle of your precum flowing from the end of your dick."
Her whisper was as if she was breathing instead of speaking the words.  I
just smiled.  We wanted each other so badly.

   She bent one knee and crawled onto the bed, on top of me.  As her body
grazed across mine, she bent my dick back to my stomach - first with her
mouth, then her neck, then my dick brushed the skin between her tits. 
Next, the smooth skin of her stomach rubbed me.  Finally, her soft pubic
hair brushed across the center of my excitement, signaling the completion
of her movement.  She was lying on top of me now, kissing me deeply.  I
encircled her slender waist with my arms, letting them wander of their own
accord down to her ass.  As we kissed, my hands roamed down to the tops of
her thighs, up across her ass and lower back, then back down again.  I
reveled in the feel of her warm skin.  Between kisses, I drank in the
vision of her face illuminated by the soft glow of the candles.

   After six or seven kisses, she smiled a little broader as if she had a
secret.  I felt her body begin to slide down mine.  She didn't get up and
move down.  She slid across me, her nipples grazing my skin, her mouth
kissing its way down my torso.  All the while, she maintained eye contact.
When she arrived at my dick, she looked at me with an impish smile.  Then
her mouth gingerly kissed the head and shaft.  I was leaking so much precum
that strands of fluid were connecting to her lips as she moved back from
each kiss.  The strands shined in the candlelight.  My dick was starting to
throb.  I couldn't take too much of this and she knew it.  Once she had
bathed the entire surface of my dick with her lips, she started at the base
and ran her wet tongue in long strokes to the tip.  She only licked upward.
As she pulled away from the tip to move back to the base, strands of the
mixture of her saliva and my precum remained connected for a moment before
breaking away.  All this was revealed in

   the golden glow of the candles.  Only when she had completed licking all
around me did she return to the tip.  Planting an open-mouthed kiss on the
head, her mouth opened as if in a French kiss.  Her mouth descended, taking
my dick into her.  The feeling of warm wetness was all encompassing.  I
knew I was going to cum in her mouth.  There was no avoiding it.  She
watched me as her mouth moved down over me.  Her cheeks pulled in as she
sucked on the upstroke.  I felt powerless to break the eye contact.  I
watched as I was helplessly drawn to my impending climax.

   When I felt my dick start to throb to announce the arrival of my orgasm,
I saw her eyebrows move upward slightly in sync with the ends of her mouth.
She was smiling, but my girth prevented her face from completing the
gesture.  I rested my hands lightly on her head, then ran one hand down her
cheek.  I pushed my hips upward as I felt the first contraction.  We looked
into each other's eyes as my sperm was forcefully splashed into her mouth,
the invasion aided by her suction.  I saw her neck delicately swallowing,
my erection filling her mouth too much for there to be space to contain my
ejaculate.  Once my orgasm was complete, she lifted her mouth gently off
me, not wanting to over stimulate me when I was most sensitive.  We didn't
say a word, just smiled at each other in the light of the candles.  She
again slid up my body.  As she approached my face, I could smell my sperm
on her breath.  When she leaned to kiss me, I didn't resist.  I was too
captivated by her spell to resist tastin g my cum in her mouth.  We kissed,
my tongue exploring her mouth even as I tasted myself.  It wasn't a
turnoff. Instead, it added to the sensuality, reminding me of what I had
just done in her mouth.

   As the kiss broke, I slowly rolled her onto her back.  "I'm going to
return the favor," I breathed.  "Then, after you've cum and I'm hard again,
I'm going to fill you with my hardness." She gave a little moan.  I kissed
my way down her body, the sensitive spot below her ear, her neck, the top
of her shoulder, each of her breasts (holding each nipple in my lips as I
pulled away, watching the base of each nipple stretch), her stomach,
exploring her navel with my tongue, until I was brushing my face against
the hair around her pussy.  Her hair was so soft, only slightly abrasive
because of the curls.  She was wet, her juices flowing past her lips to
start forming a small puddle on the sheet beneath her.  I could smell her
before I could see the gloss on the bottom of her lips.  Pushing my nose
through her hair, I enjoyed her smell.  As I pushed lower, I extended my
tongue, parting the hair that grew on her lips.  My tongue ran along her
slit, wet with her arousal.  I tasted her here first

   as I ran my tongue along her outer lips.  Finally, I settled between her
legs as she eagerly spread them to make room for me.  I reached down to
each knee in turn, dragging my tongue along the smooth inside of each thigh
as I traced a wet path back to her pussy.  Finally, I used the fingers of
each hand to gingerly open her outer lips, revealing her pink wetness.  I
could see her hole oozing her special wetness.  I also easily found her
clit, erect now and sticking out from under its hood.  I extended my tongue
to touch the tip to her clit.  She jumped, her hips trying to pull away
from the sudden touch.  I extended my tongue to remake the contact, now
sliding my tongue across the sensitive nub of flesh.  She pushed her hips
against my mouth this time.  I looked up through her bush to her face.  She
was watching me and it seemed that she was not even breathing.  After a
minute, I finally saw her breasts rise and fall as she took a breath.  I
slid my tongue lower to her opening and she t ook a deeper breath.  I
lowered my mouth further.  I rolled my tongue to make it stiff and pushed
it inside her.  I was rewarded with a big taste of her juices.  The smell
and taste were overpowering.  I breathed into her pussy and she let a moan
escape her lips.  I began licking her pussy in earnest.  The middle finger
of my right hand entered her fully.  When it pulled out and reentered, it
was joined by my index finger.  On the next trip, my ring finger joined in.
Each time, her moan was louder as I stretched her and rubbed against the
sensitive ridges of her entrance.  Her eyes were closed now and her hands
were clasping her nipples.  I watched as her first orgasm of the evening
washed across her face.  Her legs closed against my face.  I concentrated
now on her clit, my fingers caressing her from the inside as well.  I felt
her hips lift off the bed and she gave a moan that became a scream.  I
pushed all three fingers inside her as far as they would go and held them
there, feeling her

   pussy contract around them as she came.

   When she could open her eyes, I moved off her cunt, gently removing my
fingers from her slick hole.  I rested my chin on her mound, her soft hair
around my chin.  I smiled and she returned the gesture.

   "Oh, wow.  That was so incredible," she said after swallowing hard and
licking her lips.

   "I was just returning the favor," I said slowly with a grin.

   She reached down and pulled my face to hers.  She kissed me, tasting
herself in my mouth.  Then, she held my face in her hands as she licked her
juices from my cheeks.  When she had finished, she kissed me again.

   "I'm hard again," I said loudly.

   She smiled a little broader.  "Is that a threat?" she asked.

   "I'm just trying to warn your neighbors that it's going to get noisy."

   "You're so smug when you say that.  Do you really think you can make me
scream?" she asked.

   "I didn't do so badly a moment ago - and that was with only a few
fingers and a tongue.  I'm saving the most devastating weapon for last."

   "Devastate me," she offered as my sides felt her legs spread further.

   I lifted myself up, looking down at her pussy.  I guided my dick to her
slit, using my hand to rub up and down her lips and spread her ample
moisture.  She was starting to softly moan as I dragged the head of my dick
across her sensitive flesh.  It looked as if she was just about to protest
having to wait as I positioned my dick at her portal and pushed.  She was
so wet by now that there was almost no resistance.  She was tight.  It was
only because she was so slick that I easily slipped through the tightness
to stretch her enough to admit my cock.  In one stroke, I felt the hair at
the base of my shaft pressing against her lips.  She gasped.

   I lay on top of her, feeling her hard nipples against my chest.

   "You're so big," she breathed.

   "You made me so hard.  I want you so bad," I explained.

   "Take me," she offered.

   With that, I pulled my dick out until only the head was still captured
by her lips, then slowly but firmly pushed my way in again.  Seeing the
look of ecstasy on her face, I knew she was able to take more stimulation.
I knelt at the juncture of her thighs, still embedded in her.  I lifted her
legs and placed them over my shoulders.  Then, I leaned forward until my
chest was against hers, separated only by her thighs.  I pushed harder and
my dick penetrated her as far as was possible.

   "Oof," she grunted.  Then, catching her breath, she softly spoke.  "I
think I can feel your dick pressing against my cervix."

   I tried to press harder, but I couldn't go any further.  Instead, I
pulled out fast and pushed in just as fast.  My flank thumped against her
pussy.  She let out a small yelp.

   "Am I hurting you?" I asked.

   "I don't think so," she assured me.

   I did it again.

   "No, that doesn't hurt - yet.  Don't stop," she urged.

   I complied.  With each thrust, her yelps became a little louder.  Before
they became full-fledged screams, I needed to stretch my cramping leg
muscles.  I moved up again and let her legs slide off my shoulders.  She
took a deep breath and focused her eyes on me.

   "Need a break?" she asked.  "I can get on top."

   "Sure," I said, sliding around to the pillow next to hers.  She deftly
mounted me, sinking that blonde-haired snatch onto my shaft.  Now it was my
turn to gasp as she forcefully impaled herself on me.  She was truly a
vision of loveliness, the bouncing of her breasts delicately illuminated by
the candles.  I watched her face as she concentrated, now fully in control.
I intended to lie there and rest, but my body reacted to the stimulation of
her pussy and began thrusting up to meet her downward thrusts.  The bed
began issuing forth rhythmic squeaks as our pounding intensified.  Tiny
beads of perspiration were forming on her chest.  I could feel that I was
sweating as well, making the sheet beneath my ass damp.  Out of the corner
of my eye I could see the alarm clock on the nightstand.  I knew that I
would last a long time after that blowjob she just gave me.  Ellen was
athletic so it would be a race to see who gave in first.  We both made
modifications to the position as time passed - s he adjusting the angle of
her hips to rub her clit against the base of my dick or sitting upright and
rubbing her clit with two fingers, me leaning up on my arms to capture one
or the other nipple in my lips, or reclining to watch the vision of her
riding me as I let her nipples rub up and down against the palms of my
hands.  Not wanting to relinquish the position of control, Ellen even got
up and turned around for awhile, facing my feet as she rode me.  In this
position, I could fondle the globes of her ass.  If I sat up a little, I
could just about reach around her waist and let my fingers explore the top
of her hairy slit to search for her clit.  She turned back around and I
could see sweat on her temples now.  Her hair was getting damp.  I looked
at the clock.  We had been in this position for twenty minutes.

   "You must need a break by now.  How about a change?" I suggested.

   It was apparent she wanted to continue, but she was getting tired.  She
managed to pant out, "OK...  doggy?"

   I nodded.  She lifted off me.  The hair around the base of my dick was
saturated with her juices.  She leaned over and moved onto all fours.  I
got up on my knees and thrust my erection through her slippery lips,
seating myself in one stroke.  She leaned forward on her elbows as I
started thrusting.  I reached around to encircle her waist, then slid my
hands up her body until I gripped a breast in each hand as a handle.  I
squeezed the nipples to put extra pressure there as our thrusting caused me
to tug at her sensitive cones.  She was beyond moaning now.  She was
screaming.  In this position, her entrance was putting pressure on the
bottom of my dick and I knew I couldn't last much longer.  I was ready to
cum.  I was getting tired.  I was also worried that she was getting sore. I
thrust harder to push her over the edge.  She lost her balance on her
elbows and fell forward, now fully face down on the mattress.  I moved a
little further over her.  I put both hands on her ass cheeks to rest m y
weight there.  Now my dick felt as if it was going straight down into her
body.  I knew the head was rubbing against her G spot.  She couldn't speak
intelligibly now.  Her words were muffled moans verging on screams. 
Regardless, I could tell she was enjoying this as much as I was.  I crossed
the point of no return and thrust into her particularly hard.  My hands
tensed, the fingertips digging into her ass.  I felt myself erupting inside
her, adding to the already ample slickness.  I shot five or six spurts
really hard, then the tension eased and I leaned move over her The eruption
of sperm inside Ellen's body was now a dribble as I moved to rest on her
back, my softening dick sliding out of her channel.  She let out a slow
groan as I slid free of her confines.  I held my dick against her pussy as
I rested my face against the back of her neck.  I could feel that her hair
was wet with sweat.  I could also feel a flood of warm fluid bathing my
dick.  I knew it was the combination of lubri cation my dick had held
inside her pussy mixed with the sperm I shot in her.  We were making one
enormous wet spot on the sheet.  I knew she would be feeling it as well,
against her front.  Neither of us moved, whether because we were basking in
the glow of what we had just done, or out of sheer exhaustion.  The only
sound in the room was our heavy panting as we each caught our breath.

   After a few minutes of this, I rolled off her.  I didn't want to move
away from her warm flesh, but I knew she must be uncomfortable with my
weight against her.  I slid to the side, one leg still between hers, an arm
around her waist, and my side against hers.  I turned my head to her and
kissed her cheek, right in front of her ear.  She shivered.

   "Ooh, you know I love that.  I'm so sensitive there," she said in a
voice that told me she still wasn't fully there.

   "I'm sure you're sensitive in a lot of places right now," I responded.
She gave a happy grunt of agreement.

   I held her like that for a time.  Her heart was still beating so hard
that I could feel it with my arm on her back.  At last, she turned over. 
The hair around her pussy was matted with our juices.  I could see that she
had been lying in a wet spot.  It must have been a puddle at first, until
the bedding soaked it up.  She looked at me sleepily and grinned.  I smiled
back.  Her smile turned to a frown.

   "I need to pee, but I don't want to get up."

   "I'll help you," I offered.

   "Ordinarily, I'd be too embarrassed to accept, but I don't think I can
make it there without your help."

   I helped her into a sitting position on the side of the bed, then helped
her stand, supporting her with my arm around her waist and her arm around
my shoulder.  Together, we shuffled to the bathroom.  I eased her onto the
toilet seat.  I turned to leave.

   "Stay," she said.  "You've come this far with me.  I don't have anymore
secrets."

   We both smiled.  I leaned against the lavatory, the porcelain feeling
cold against my bare butt.  She looked at me as she peed.  When she was
done, I helped her back to bed.

   She spoke.  "I am going to be so sore tomorrow.  Stay here with me. 
We'll both call in sick and spend the day in bed."

   "I can't," I told her.  "I have an important meeting tomorrow that I
can't miss." She pouted.  "I really can't miss it.  Sorry."

   "OK," she said as her pout softened.  "Then come back tomorrow night."

   "You're already sore.  I'll do real damage."

   "No, you won't.  I'll just walk funny tomorrow, then I'll call in sick
the next day to rest."

   "I'll spend the night.  Maybe you'll be up to another time in the
morning."

   "You can have me now, but you'll have to do all the work.  I'm worn
out."

   "That's alright.  Rest now.  Maybe I'll wake you up during the night."
With that, I got up and blew out the candles.  In the darkness, I pulled
the covers over her and crawled into bed next to her.  "I'm tired, too. 
Later, we'll do it again."

   We were both asleep in minutes.

   It was early morning when I woke.  She was still face down next to me,
breathing deeply in the sleep of the fully sated.  The sun had not yet
risen.  I had a morning erection and I wanted to use it.  I felt a little
guilty because I knew her pussy would be sore after last night's marathon
session, but not that guilty.  I pulled back the covers and gently rolled
Ellen over until she was on her back, then spread her legs.  She looked so
inviting, even though she was unconscious.  I slid one, then two fingers
into her.  She was very wet, lubricated from the mixture of her juices and
my sperm.  I leaned forward and tasted her pussy.  When my tongue passed
over her clit, she gave a slight moan, but it didn't disturb her sleep.  I
grinned, thinking about what I was going to do.  I crawled over her,
supporting myself on my arms and positioned my dick at the entrance of her
pussy.  I used one hand to guide the head into her and very slowly worked
my way inside.  I was fully seated and she was stil l asleep.  This felt so
naughty, like I was stealing something from her.  I wanted to just stay
there, inside her for a while and watch her sleep, but instincts got the
best of me.  My dick was hard and inside a warm, wet pussy.  I started
thrusting and managed to keep it slow and gentle.  My eyes were fully
adapted to the darkness so I could just make out her face from the glow of
the clock.  After about five strokes, she started to stir.  It was
fascinating watching the feeling of pleasure cross her face, mixed with
confusion.  She must have been unsure if it was a very vivid dream, or she
was really being fucked.  Her eyes remained closed as she moaned louder,
accompanied by a movement of her legs.  It was like she was positioning
herself to intensify the pleasure of the penetration.  Then, realization
hit and she opened her eyes.  She tried to focus, then reached out and
touched my face.  Recognition showed on her face as she smiled.

   "Wow, what a way to wake up," she said very quietly, very softly.

   "I was worried you were still sore, but I couldn't resist your naked
body," I confessed.

   "I'm not too sore for this," she said, squeezing her pussy muscles
around my cock for emphasis.  Then, she squinted.  "Ow.  Maybe I'm a little
sore." Barely able to see my concerned expression, she continued, "I'm OK,
we just need to take it slower than last night."

   "Yeah, last night was wild.  I'm surprised your neighbors didn't
complain."

   "Me, too." She giggled.

   That was the extent of the talking as we now concentrated on fucking. 
It was a slow, gentle fuck.  The feeling of her skin, the look of her face
(what I could see of it), her gentle breathing were all so sensual.  We
came together, joined at both ends, kissing as sperm was passed from one to
the other.  After, I pulled out and she hugged me.  We fell asleep like
that, our bodies wrapped around each other.

   When I woke again, it was barely daylight and I knew I had to get up.  I
needed to shower and change before I went to work.  She woke up as I was
dressing.

   "Don't go," she called, mournfully.

   "I have to," I answered.

   "Then come back tonight."

   I thought about that.  I was tempted to refuse.  I thought about
commitments.  I also thought about my decision to not pass up
opportunities. "OK, I'll be back tonight."

   "And the next?" she asked.

   "No, I have a business trip."

   "Oh.  Where are you going?" she innocently inquired.

   "Cancun."

   "Ooh, sounds nice.  Can I come?"

   "No, it really is business."

   "Aw," she complained.  "When will you be back?"

   "Probably a week - if everything goes alright." Yeah, if.

   "Well, we have to make tonight good enough to keep you satisfied for a
week," she mused.

   "If it's any better than last night, I'll be dead," I teased.

   She smiled.  By then, I was fully dressed.  She got out of bed and
hugged me.  She followed me to the door, completely naked.  I kissed her, a
lingering kiss.  Then I turned and opened the door.  Just as I felt the
chill of the morning air, she turned me around and kissed me again standing
in the door.

   "You're naked," I warned.

   "It's OK.  Almost no one is up this early.  The worst I'll do is give
some jogger a hardon." She gave me one more quick kiss, then waved goodbye
as I walked to my car.  I blew her a kiss as I buckled my seat belt.  She
closed the door as I drove away.

   When I was getting in the shower at home, her juices drying on my dick
reminded me of last night.  I was going to miss Ellen.  After tonight.

   When I got to the office, I spent the day with Ross and William again.
We were discussing what I needed to look for in Havana.  This was full
preparation for opening a branch.  I needed to evaluate the business
opportunities.  I needed to scout locations for the office.  I also had to
try to look for office staff.  This was difficult because I didn't know if
we would open the office in weeks, months or a year or more.  Either the
U.S.  would change its position about doing business with Castro's regime,
or Castro would no longer be in power and a new government would be more
palatable to our government.  Either way, a change would necessitate rapid
action.  Once things changed, I could expect to be back in Cuba in days. 
The day flew by.  Before I knew it, I was back at Ellen's apartment.

   We decided to go out for dinner.  It wasn't anything fancy, just a quiet
meal together.  After, we went back to her place.  The sex was more
subdued, in deference to her soreness.  It was loving, tender.  We enjoyed
each other's body.  The touches, the tastes, the smells were each savored.
Finally, we joined.  We made love a few short times instead of one long
time.  Each time, I pushed myself deep inside her to shoot my cum.  I loved
looking into her eyes as I came.  Looking into her eyes as my body tried in
vain to impregnate her added to the thrill.  We finally fell asleep around
midnight, with Ellen's legs wrapped around mine.  The next morning, we made
love again.  I had brought along a change of clothes so we showered
together before I left.  I loved the feeling of our soap slicked bodies
sliding against each other.  We parted both fully satisfied.

   As I was driving to the office, I thought how (if things turned out
badly) she might have given a last meal to a condemned man.  She might be
the last woman I would be with for a long, long time.  At least I had
superb memories to carry with me.

   The last day at the office before my departure was spent going over the
procedures for entry and exit.  I had my ticket to Mexico.  A credit card
had arrived, concealed in a stack of papers in a FedEx envelope from our
small Ontario office.  One of the managers had opened a credit card account
in my name.  I held the Scotiabank card, its glossy red surface and gold
printing glistening in the light.  I hoped I didn't have to use it.  It had
a credit line of $5,000 and it was for emergencies if I needed more money.
My credit cards were drawn on U.S.  banks so they wouldn't be accepted in
Cuba.  I would also be carrying $2,000 in cash.  I would be keeping in
touch by telephone with our Ontario office.  We had setup an elaborate code
so I could appear to be talking about a pleasure trip while I was in fact
reporting on the progress of my mission.  There was an awful lot of cloak
and dagger to this trip.  I kept trying to bury my nervousness.

   My flight was early on Friday morning, so I left the office early
Thursday afternoon to pack.  Word had been leaked around the office that I
was going down to Cancun for a week of checking on business conditions and
contacts.  A few people kidded me on my luck at landing such a sweet
assignment.  The time I spent hidden away making preparations kept them
from seeing how nervous I was.  Only the four of us who were in the meeting
in Ross' office knew what was really going on, along with that one manager
in Ontario who would be receiving my telephone calls.  Agnes probably had
an idea something else was afoot, but she was used to seeing things she
couldn't talk about.

   Following my instructions, I emptied my suitcase and checked the lining
for anything that may have slipped in there.  I needed to be sure of what
was I the bag in case I got inspected in Havana.  I decided to rely on
casual clothes - shorts, jeans, polo shirts.  I figured tropical colors
would fit in better.  I avoided t-shirts with printing.  I certainly didn't
want to call attention to my U.S.  citizenship.  I also went through my
wallet, leaving behind most of its contents.  I wasn't comfortable carrying
so much cash, but travelers' cheques were useless where I was going.  Once
I got to Mexico, everything I did would be on a cash basis to avoid leaving
a paper trail of evidence.

   I didn't sleep well that night.  I kept waking up.  Finally, I got up
and showered.  I ate a small breakfast - I was too nervous to do more.  I
got my bags together.  I wasn't bringing too much with me.  At 4:30, I
heard a knock on the door.  The driver was there to take me to the airport.
I took one last look around the house.  I seriously wondered if I'd be back
in a week.  It was too late to worry now.  I was on my way.

   To Be Continued in Chapter 2 - The Back of a T-Shirt

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