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Author: Strickland83 Title: Havana Club Part: Chapter 3 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 3 - The Outdoor Living Room

   When I got down to the basement, the breakfast buffet wasn't open yet. I
walked around, looking at the posters of plays hanging on the wall.  Some
were Soviet, all (of course) in Spanish.  There was a plaque outside the
dining room declaring that this was the site where the Young Rebels
Organization was founded in 1960.  Back home, we have Rotary International.
Then the cigarette machine caught my eye.  Along with brands I didn't
recognize were Marlboro and Winston.  So much for the embargo.  Again. 
While I was musing over this, I heard the doors of the dining room open.  I
joined the handful of other early risers in getting a table.  Most of them
looked like Americans.  I guess more of the 200,000.

   As I walked in, I was greeted by a chilled display of fresh fruit.  A
snowman was crafted out of melons and carrots.  He was surrounded by
oranges and what I thought were unusually colored watermelons.  To my
astonishment, I realized they were actually the largest, orangest mangoes I
had ever seen.  The local produce looked incredible.  There was also
obviously imported produce such as apples.  I found a table, where a
waitress took my order for orange juice.  I returned to the buffet and
helped myself to a staggering variety of foods - sausages, bacon, toast,
breads, fresh fruit, yogurt, cereals and eggs.  As I was serving myself, I
guiltily remembered what Felicita said about how many meals a day usually
include meat.  The hotel obviously fell under the category of "dollar
store".  I concentrated more on the yogurt and fruit.  I returned to my
table and sat.  My gaze was directed ahead of me out of the floor to
ceiling windows.  They looked out to the Malecon near a large statue, then
b eyond the seawall to the harbor.  Bobbing on the bright blue water were
maybe hundreds of rowboats.  Each was being rowed out to sea.  In mid-bite,
it occurred to me with a sudden thrill that a scene just as this is what
inspired Ernest Hemingway to write The Old Man And The Sea.

   The yogurt was positively nasty, almost bitter.  The fresh fruit,
however, was among the best I had ever tasted - especially the mango.  I
ended up eating mostly mangoes and muffins, although I did try many of the
other choices.  Remembering Felicita, I was careful to limit my waste.  As
I ate, I watched the fishermen heading out to sea, to the Gulf Stream for
the day's work.  Mariel (home of the Mariel Boatlift) was only a few miles
west of where I was sitting.  I thought of all the people who put their
lives at great risk to try to escape the tyranny of Fidel Castro.  There I
was, sneaking in at almost the same place they snuck out.

   After breakfast, I checked my watch and saw I had a little time before I
could meet my girl at the taxi stand.  I walked up the stairs to the lobby
and out onto the veranda at the back of the hotel.  The early morning air
coming in off the harbor was surprisingly cool.  I could almost have worn a
jacket, in spite of the latitude.  I bought a morning paper from the stand
that sold postcards.  It was the Granma, a propaganda publication named for
the boat that had carried Fidel out of exile in Mexico back to Cuba for his
second (and ultimately successful) attempt to take over Cuba.  There were
wicker chairs and tables set out on the high-ceilinged porch.  Cages of
little birds dotted the walls, set there to sing and add to the ambience. I
sat and soaked up the decadence, sitting among the red tiled floor, cream
colored stone walls trimmed in pink and the aged stone columns.  The
carvings on the stone were quite intricate.  The way the stone was worn
attested to its age.  I wondered what

   Felicita's home looked like.  Maybe I'd get her to show it to me.  I
knew I couldn't spend the night there.  My visa required me to stay at a
government-operated hotel in Havana for the duration of my trip.  I read my
paper to the sound of the birds.  It contained useful information.  The ads
gave me an idea of what commerce was like, and the companies that might
someday be my customers.  The political articles told me more about the
government.  Before long, it was almost time to meet my driver.

   I walked back in and across the lobby, then quickly up to my room to
call Canada and speak the code that would tell Ross that everything was
still alright.  I was becoming a lot more comfortable in Cuba.  There was a
second code that I didn't think I'd ever need.  If I placed an order for
chestnuts, it meant I was in great danger and needed help.  I was starting
to think all this cloak and dagger stuff was ridiculous.  I still knew I
might have trouble returning home, but I felt pretty sure I was safe here.
After getting off the phone, I went back down to the lobby, past the
check-in desk, down the marble stairs (I loved the cool feel of that marble
handrail) and up the palm tree lined driveway out to the street.  At the
street, I turned left and strolled over to the taxi stand.  There were some
drivers waiting with their yellow scooters, but Felicita wasn't there yet.
One young driver approached me, looked me up and down, and addressed me. 
His tone was stern.

   "Are you looking for Felicita?" he asked.

   Panic washed over me.  Had Felicita gotten in trouble going home last
night?  Had I been the cause for her arrest?  I wondered.  I nodded
cautiously.

   "She wanted you to know she had to take a fare.  She will be back in
about twenty minutes."

   Relief now replaced the panic.  I thanked him and started to continue
walking along the street.  The young man stepped in my path.  Straightening
himself up to look taller, he looked down into my eyes.

   "Do you love her?" he demanded.

   I wasn't sure how to answer.  I decided to be honest.  "Yes, I do," I
said.  I think my words even surprised myself.

   The man's face softened.  "She is my cousin.  You should take care of
her.  I wouldn't want her to get hurt."

   "I will," I promised.  I said it with sincerity.

   He smiled.  "Good.  She said you are a good man.  I wanted to see for
myself that it was true." Then he stuck out his hand and shook mine,
clasping me on the shoulder with his other hand.  "She will be back in a
few minutes." He politely stepped aside to let me pass.

   I walked further down the hill a ways.  Behind me, I heard the put-put
of a scooter climbing from the other direction.  I quickly spun around,
expecting to see Felicita's smiling face.  I started jogging back to the
taxi stand when I saw it was one of the male drivers.  Disappointed, I
turned around.  No sooner had I started walking down the hill again than I
heard another scooter.  This one blew its feeble horn.  I looked around and
saw who I had been looking for.  She passed up the taxi stand, pulling to
the side of the road when she reached me.  I hopped aboard and she turned
around to kiss me.  As I took my seat, I could see the man who had stopped
me earlier.  He had watched us kiss.  He smiled and waved as we pulled
away.

   I leaned forward so I could speak in Felicita's ear.  "I met your
cousin," I said.

   She spoke with a stern tone.  "Did he bother you?  He's always trying to
control everything I do - just because he is older than me."

   "He was just making sure my intentions were honorable," I answered with
a grin.

   "What did you tell him?" she asked.  I could see a smile from the side
of her face.

   "The truth," I told her.

   She quickly gave me a shocked look.  "You didn't!"

   "I told him I am in love with you," I explained with a big smile.

   Her shocked expression turned soft.  "That is no business of his.  I'm
glad you said that, though." She turned her attention back to the road. 
"I'm sorry I was late.  I was next up and had to take a fare.  Arturo tried
to cover for me, but the other driver insisted it was my turn so I had to
go."

   I told her it was alright.  She asked what I wanted to see today.

   "You," I answered.  I could see her cheek blush.

   "Stop that.  I am trying to concentrate on driving," she said as she
checked for traffic at an intersection, then proceeded across.

   "Then how about showing me where you live?  I'd like to see how Cubans
live."

   "You don't want to see that.  It is not very nice.  It is not a palace
like you are used to."

   I laughed.  "I am not used to palaces.  I want to see your home."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes, I am.  Your house, please."

   She glanced down at her tiny gas gauge.  "It is kind of far.  I'll need
to get gasoline on the way back."

   "Don't worry about it.  I will pay for it," I assured her.

   With that, she stopped at the next intersection, looked over her
shoulder, and turned left.  We headed back along the Malecon, then through
the tunnel and towards Old Havana.  She was right; it was a long drive. 
She lived outside of the city and it took a while to get there.  I sat back
and watched Felicita.  She was so lovely in her Havana Club t-shirt and
black sunglasses perched above her forehead, with gold hoop earrings in her
ears.  I also watched the scenery from time to time, capturing much of it
on my digital camera.  I took many of the pictures from an angle that
included a view of my driver.  We headed out of the city now.  The
buildings were sparser with more decay evident.  Small plots of farmland
appeared along the roadside, many being plowed with livestock.  From time
to time, we shared the road with a tractor pulling a wagon and with many
motorcycles.  Cars were in the minority here and most of those were relics
from the 1940's or 1950's.

   The homes (if you could call them that) were small and in poor repair.
Every structure seemed in need of repair and several coats of paint. 
Before long, we pulled up to a house where an older woman was hanging
clothes on a clothesline.  The woman turned to look at us when she heard
the motor.

   "Felicita," she called.  A much older man came to the open door to see
who had arrived.

   The woman walked over and Felicita introduced me to her mother.  We were
about to exchange pleasantries when the old man spoke very loudly.

   "Is this the gringo who keeps you out at all hours of the night?"

   "Papa," Felicita said in a frustrated tone, "don't speak like that. 
This is my friend, Christopher."

   "Your mother never lived like you do, working in the city." The old man
was rambling about life before the revolution.  Felicita's mother tried to
hush him.

   Felicita explained that her grandfather was senile and it was everything
they could do to keep him from attracting the attention of the CDR.  Her
mother invited us inside and sat us at the kitchen table.  I was surprised
to see two apples in a basket of otherwise tropical fruit on the table. 
Apples are definitely not tropical produce.  I was even more surprised when
I picked up one of the apples.  There was a familiar tiny sticker on the
apple that identified it as a Washington State apple.  What fucking
embargo? Her mother tried to get me to eat one of the apples.  I figured
out that they were a luxury item because they were imported (from the
U.S.!).  I refused to take such a precious commodity from her - but I did
take a picture of it.  She brought out some bread to serve us.  We all sat,
her grandfather started to warm up to me, and we talked about life.  I was
told that it was safe to ask questions here.  I inquired about how they
bought food and other things.  Felicita and her moth er provided me with a
lot of information.  I was even able to photograph their meager pantry,
obtaining in the process the brand names of the products they used.  I took
pictures all around the house.  They thought it was funny that I wanted to
take a picture of the bathroom, but they let me.  This would all be
valuable information later.  We had a nice visit, but I didn't meet any of
the neighbors.  I got the impression that her family didn't want anyone to
know she was spending time with an American.  We left with a big sendoff.
Her grandfather took me aside and told me in a hushed conspiratorial tone
that, one day, Fidel's balls will hang in a museum in Havana.  I told him I
would pay to go see that.  We shared a laugh.  With that, Felicita and I
were off.  I noticed right away that we were not returning the way we had
come.  When I asked her, she just said something that sounded like "Retorno
distincto".

   We drove for a while through the countryside.  She turned off the
highway onto a dirt road.  The paved road was rough; this road seemed
impassable.  I was concerned she was going to damage the scooter.  We
bumped along until we reached a stand of trees.  She parked among the
trees, at the edge of a pond.  From here, we could not be seen from the
highway.  She got off the scooter and took me by the hand.  Reaching down
on the floor, she picked up a blanket and led me to a grassy spot.  Next,
she stretched out the blanket.  She took something out of her pocket and
held it up as she sat down.  I saw it was another of the "love rubbers". 
She smiled and patted the blanket next to her.  I sat down and she put her
arms around my neck.  She tilted her head to one side and closed her eyes.
Taking my cue, I kissed her.  The only sounds were our breathing and the
wind in the trees.  It was a brilliant day with few clouds, but it was
cooler here in the shade.  After the kiss, she told me how she had los t
her virginity at this spot.  She wanted to share it with me.  I indicated
with a nod that I understood.  She removed her t-shirt, then her bra.  I
had started getting hard when I saw the condom in her hand (Pavlovian
response, right?).  Now, the sight of her bare breasts had my dick
straining to be free.  I removed my shirt as well, while she was pulling
off her shoes and socks.  Soon, all we were wearing were our pants.  She
undid the zipper, then leaned back and lifted her ass off the blanket to
slide her shorts and panties down in one motion.  I followed suit and we
were both naked in the outdoors.

   It felt so strange being outside like this, not wearing anything at all
(except for a smile).  From the motion of her breasts, I could see that her
breathing was quickening like mine.  I reached for her waist and pulled her
to me as I rolled onto my back.  She squealed with delight as she ended up
lying on top of me.  Our tongues did battle as our bodies prepared
themselves to make peace (or at least love).  I ran my hands over her back,
her ass, and her legs.  I reveled in the softness of her skin.  She was
pressing her pubic hair against my erection.  She stopped kissing me and
looked deeply into my eyes.

   "I want to suck you," she said simply.  I nodded.  As she moved down to
between my legs, she began to explain, "This is how I did it the first
time, four years ago under this very tree.  We were both so nervous.  First
I sucked him, and learned about the taste of precum.  I had heard that I
should make him cum before I let him inside me.  I sucked him while he laid
back on the blanket." I lay back, putting my arms behind my head so I could
watch her ministrations.  "It didn't take long for him to shoot in my
mouth." I wasn't going to be that quick, but it wouldn't take too long. 
Her mouth was doing wonderful things to my shaft.  "I was surprised, first
at how big his dick was, then at how much he squirted in my mouth." She
would take her mouth only an inch or so away from my cock to speak each
sentence.  Her mouth was so close to my saliva-slicked dick that I could
feel her breath as she spoke.  After each sentence, she bobbed her head two
or three times as she sucked, then released me

   to speak again.  "It was a day much like this." Suck.  I was getting
close to cumming.  "I was so wet." Suck.  It won't be long now.  "I could
feel the wetness of my pussy hair against my leg, getting me all slick."
That did it.  I put my head back and groaned.  I wanted to watch her face
as I came in her mouth, but my eyes closed of their own accord.  I no
longer had the strength to control my body.  All my efforts were used to
force sperm out of me and into her mouth.  I arched my back in an attempt
to drive my dick further into that warm wonderful mouth.  It didn't matter;
she wasn't about to let my spurting tip escape.

   When I was finished cumming, I opened my eyes.  She had just released my
shaft.  She was on her hands and knees, swallowing.  She was watching me
with a big smile on her face.

   "I love that taste.  I didn't at first, but I grew to like it.  You shot
a lot more than he did."

   "I'm probably older," I offered.

   "Yes, we were just barely teenagers."

   "Are you wet now like you were then?"

   "Yes," she said with a sly smile.  She crawled next to me and turned
over onto her back.  "Would you like to see?"

   "I'd like to taste," I answered as I moved into position.

   She was right.  Her hair glistened with moisture.  Her lips were visibly
wet on the outside.  If she had been this wet earlier, I don't know how
there wasn't a wet spot on her pants.  I pressed my face farther and my
tongue made contact with her lips, after pushing through her hair.  When I
made contact, she gave a happy "Ooh" sound.  She was lying down, but she
supported herself on her forearms so she could see what I was doing.  She
watched as I licked, probed and sucked.  I kept looking up to her face to
see her reactions as I tried different things.  She liked it best when I
applied continuous suction to her clit, but I really couldn't say there was
anything I did that she didn't enjoy.  For my part, I was enjoying
exploring her wet pussy.  The sensations of eating her out were slowly
rejuvenating my cock, but it would be awhile before I would need the
condom. I took my time bringing her slowly to a climax.  From time to time,
she would throw her head back and look at the sky.  Her br own hair would
billow out behind her as she did, glowing against the glare of daylight
beyond the trees.  She looked so beautiful, naked under the trees.  I could
feel the breeze over my skin and delighted in the knowledge that we were
both nude.  I could hear the sounds of nature, but the smells were covered
by her own special smell.

   She looked down at me and her expression changed to concentration.  Her
legs tried ever so slightly to clasp against me.  Her orgasm was
approaching.  Her hips were thrusting a little now.  Instinct was taking
over and her body was reacting as if she was being fucked.  I put my hands
on the curve above her hips, holding her pussy against my mouth.  My tongue
became a little more forceful, pressing harder against her slickness and
moving a little faster.  Each time I moved over her clit, she gave a little
start.  By watching all these signs, I tried to judge the moment when the
wave would crest.  When I thought she was on the brink, I fastened my lips
around her clit and applied continuous suction.  I inserted three fingers
of my right hand and pumped her cunt vigorously.  She screamed out, her
hips pumping up and down on the blanket.  I, meanwhile, held on for the
ride.  Her head fell back onto the blanket, her arms now flat at her sides,
and her hips lifted up off the ground.  I followed with my face.  It was as
if she was trying to get away from my mouth and trying to press harder
against it all at the same time.

   The wave fell onto the sand.  She was panting on the blanket.  Her legs
were bowed out as they limply released me.  I released her clit and very
gently licked her inner lips, avoiding the now sensitive nub.  She sighed,
then sighed again.  She didn't look at me.  She was still looking up at the
sky when she spoke.

   "That was better than the first time," she said.

   "Thank you.  I have had more practice than he did."

   "Yes, obviously."

   "Are you ready to repeat what you did next?" I asked.

   She strained to lift herself a little off the blanket and looked down at
me.  "I'm still a little sensitive down there.  I need another minute or
two."

   "That's OK, I need to get dressed first."

   She looked quizzically at me when I said that.  I moved my hands through
the piles of our clothes until I felt what I was seeking.  I grinned as I
held up the packet and raised my eyebrows.  Her head fell back to the
blanket; she was laughing as she did so.  I tore open the packet and rolled
the condom onto my erection.  I knelt at her opening and rubbed the head of
my dick through her hairy folds, spreading the ample lubrication.  As I
slid against her, a soft squick-squick sound issued forth - testimony of
how wet she was.  I pushed and the head pressed against her inner lips.  At
first, her body resisted.  Then, all at once, the rubbery lips parted and
allowed me entry.  I slid in to the hilt, aided by her wetness.  She
grunted as I hit bottom and squirmed a little on the blanket.  I pressed
myself against her and kissed her soft lips.  She, for her part, put her
arms around my neck.

   As the primal thrusting started, her arms slid down my back.  Her soft
hands felt like silk caressing my flesh.  She gripped my ass cheeks
roughly, pulling herself up to me and causing me to pound into her.  The
oral sex was delicate; this would be rougher.  We were miles away from
anyone so there was no need to muffle our sounds.  I moaned, she groaned. I
whimpered and she grunted.  I looked her in the eyes and, as I entered her,
told her I loved her.  Her expression softened and her eyes watered.  "I
love you too," she answered.  The wind through the trees was our song, and
the breeze was cooling our sweaty bodies as we worked towards a mutual
climax.

   She asked to get on her hands and knees and I moved off her.  She turned
away from me on all fours and looked over her shoulder in invitation.  I
pressed into her body, sinking myself in her wet depths.  I gripped her
hips and we thrust against each other, our screams overpowering the songs
of the birds.  Just before we came, I was getting tired (but didn't want to
stop) so I asked her to get on top.  Eagerly, she changed positions.  Now,
I was on my back and she knelt over me.  I watched in awe as her patch of
hair descended towards my erection.  In that position, I saw as well as
felt her envelop me.  Once she was seated, I delighted in watching her
breasts bounce as she rode me.  This was my favorite position because I had
an excellent view of her body.  I could watch her face contort as her
orgasm built.  I could play with her bouncing tits.  I could watch my dick
entering her pussy, returning to view moments later even wetter, before
disappearing once again.  She reached back with one

   hand and fondled my balls.  The light touch of her hand elicited a
louder moan from me.  She was gently squeezing them.  I was concerned about
what might happen when she came, but the pleasure I was receiving from her
overruled any concerns about future pain.

   Her other hand now settled between her own legs.  I watched as her index
finger sought out her clit.  It became apparent she was about to cum and
she wanted to make me cum along with her.  Her attempts were working.  I
felt the tightness in my balls and the thrills running between my legs.  My
buttocks tightened up and I thrust harder.  I was determined this time to
keep my eyes open and I succeeded.  I'm not sure if I saw stars, but my
vision darkened along the edges.  Felicita's image appeared as if
highlighted.  I could see her riding me more forcefully.  Her face took on
a relaxed blissful expression, then a look of agony.  I knew it was
pleasure - intense pleasure - that she was feeling.  I'm not sure if the
feeling of my ejaculation inside her triggered her orgasm or the
contractions of her pussy triggered my orgasm.  We seemed to cum at almost
the same instant.  Simultaneous cries of "Ahhh!" filled the air.  I came so
hard it was as if I was turning inside out through the opening in my dick.
I poured my very essence into her body.  She kept up her thrusting until
she felt me soften between her lips and slip free.  She fell forward onto
my chest.  I could feel the sweat on her breasts and the rise and fall of
her panting chest.  We were each powerless to move.  Orgasm had sapped us
of energy.

   We lay like that for a long time.  I think we napped, cooled by the soft
breeze.  The scooter kept watch over us as we slept the sleep of the
satiated.  I was awoken (if I had fallen asleep) when I felt her stir on
top of me.  She was moving off me.  I felt her hand checking if the condom
was still in place, protecting her womb from my sperm.  It was.  I opened
my eyes as she got off me.  It was still midday, judging by the sun.  She
removed the condom from my soft dick, careful to keep the sperm from
spilling out.  She discarded the condom into the grass.  I smiled as I
watched her.  I was enjoying the view of her naked body in the filtered
light under the trees.

   "What are you thinking?" she asked me.

   "How beautiful you look like that," I truthfully answered.

   "Like that?  How do you mean?"

   "Naked, outside.  It is strange to be naked out here, but it feels so
right to be doing it with you."

   She looked a little embarrassed.  "Do you really think I am beautiful?"

   "Yes.  I said it because it is true.  You are so beautiful." I felt it
in my heart when I said that.  I think she wanted to protest, but the tone
in my voice convinced her that disagreement was futile.

   She made a face and put a hand between her legs.  "I'm messy - sticky."

   "Sorry.  I guess I made you that way."

   "Mmmm," she responded with a pleasant smile.  "I didn't mind." Then,
looking at the pond, "Let's go for a swim.  You know, to clean up."

   I shrugged, and then nodded.  I got up and reached for her hand.  She
placed her hand in mine and we walked to the edge of the pond.  It seemed
to be so natural to be skinny-dipping out in the open with her.  I could
feel the soft bottom of the pond between my toes.  It wasn't really deep
enough to swim, but we were able to clean up.  It wasn't the cleanest I
have ever been, but it sure was fun.  Out from under the trees, the
tropical sun now beat down on us.  Its warmth was overpowering.  Her hair
color was an even softer brown in the bright light.  Even her pubic hair
shone a very light brown before it got wet.

   After we were cleaned up, we returned to the blanket.  We realized that
we didn't have towels to dry off before putting on our clothes.  We walked
hand in hand around the trees and the pond, waiting for the breeze to dry
us.  In the heat, it didn't take long.  I pulled her to me and kissed her.
It felt so magnificent to feel her naked body against mine, the breeze
blowing over us, the sun filtering through the trees, the birds singing. 
It was as if we were alone in the world.  As if the realities of
governments trying to keep us apart had ceased to exist.

   We dressed and she started up the scooter.  We bumped back along the
dirt road to the deserted highway, and then she turned towards Havana.  I
sat back in my seat, watching her drive.  I realized that most of the time
I had seen her was this view - the back of a t-shirt.  I would never forget
the words Havana Club.

   Along the way, she pulled into an Oro Negro to buy gasoline.  I insisted
on paying to fill the tiny tank because of the long trip we had taken. 
Next, we stopped at a kind of restaurant for lunch on the way back into the
city.  It certainly wasn't as nice as Pan.Com.  Felicita explained that
this was the kind of place ordinary Cubans frequented.  She also whispered
to me that I shouldn't pay with dollars here.  She would pay with
non-convertible pesos.

   The food was cheap, as was its quality.  It was a good experience for
me. The menu was simple and, by the look of things, tourists rarely if ever
came here.  I was being shown the Cuba of the Cubans.

   We returned to the waterfront as afternoon was approaching.  I was
surprised as we drove along the Malecon by the couples sitting atop the
seawall.  They were holding each other, embracing passionately, even
kissing, as if they were not on display alongside a busy road.  Felicita
parked the scooter near the statue and led me to the seawall.  She sat down
and pulled me to her.  I felt a little self-conscious, with traffic going
by.  She noticed my stiffness when she tried French kissing me.

   "What is wrong?" she inquired.

   "This is so public.  Aren't you concerned about being seen here?"

   "Everyone does this.  This is the Malecon.  We call it 'the outdoor
living room'.  Look around."

   She was right.  As evening was approaching, couples were arriving to sit
together and watch night fall over Havana.  Some were obviously regulars to
particular spots, as they greeted other couples.  We huddle together.  I
asked another couple to take a picture of us and they did.  As darkness
approached, I was surprised at how cool it was.  I felt goose bumps forming
on Felicita's arms.  When I touched her arm, the goose bumps instantly went
away.  I smiled to myself at the effect I had on her.  We sat there and
kissed, like the other couples.  It was so strange to be so intimate in
such a public setting.

   As it got later, Felicita had to take me back to the Hotel Nacional so
she could return the scooter.

   "Tomorrow and Friday are my days off this week.  I can spend the night
and tomorrow with you, if you want." Her eyes looked questioningly at me.

   A giant smile burst out on my face.  "That would be wonderful!  I so
want to spend the entire night holding you close."

   "Then let's go.  I'll turn in my scooter, then go home to pick up some
clothes."

   With that, we putted around to the front of the massive hotel.  She
dropped me off on the street.  I paid the fee for her scooter for the day -
$48 US, plus a hefty $10 tip.  She started to protest but I put a finger to
her lips and said, "For meat."

   I went inside to shower and change.  When I was presentable for my date,
I went outside to await her arrival.

   Right on schedule, Felicita got off a bus down the street.  She was
wearing a short dress this time and carrying an overnight bag.  I kissed
her and led her back to the hotel.  By now, it was dark and Cuban music was
issuing forth from the club in the basement across the street.  We put her
bag in the (our) room.

   "Let's go out dancing tonight.  We have all night," Felicita suggested.

   I agreed.  "What about dinner?"

   "We will eat local," she said, meaning where the local people eat.  I
was willing to try anything she suggested.  With that, we left the hotel
and visited a few clubs.  At each, the distinctively Cuban music was loud.
We could hear each club as we approached it from down the block.  The
rhythm flowed through you.  You couldn't help but start dancing.  We merged
into the crowds and danced the night away.  When we danced, Felicita held
me close and we rubbed bodies.  Ordinarily, I would have been embarrassed
to be dancing like that in public.  I was so willing to take her lead
because almost every other couple was being just as lewd.  It was
apparently a cultural thing.  I stayed hard the entire time.  Once, while
dancing a slow song, Felicita whispered in my ear that she was as wet as my
dick was hard.  Between clubs, we had a quick dinner at a small restaurant.
It wasn't as elegant as the Comedor de Aquiar, but the food was very good
and the atmosphere was very Cuban.  And my dining partne r was as lovely as
an angel.  We danced for hours.  Once, I tried suggesting that she might be
tired and we should maybe return to the hotel.  She assured me that she was
fine and that we could sleep late tomorrow.

   It was well after midnight when we strolled back to the hotel.  We
entered, Felicita on my arm, and took the elevator up to my room.  We were
sweaty and smelled of smoke.  I suggested a shower before going to bed and
she agreed.  I could never tire of watching her undress.  She didn't tear
off her clothes or push them down.  She slid out of her clothes.  Maybe it
was the culture.  Everything about her was fluid.  The Caribbean rhythm was
in her blood.  I removed my clothes (not nearly as sensuously as her) and
we headed for the small bathroom.  I started the water and turned to her.
She pressed her naked body to mine and I felt my dick trapped between my
stomach and hers.  With a smile, she put a hand between us, moved away a
few inches, and forced my erection down until it stuck between her legs.  I
wasn't sure what she was doing until she released me and I felt my dick
spring up, pressing firmly against her pussy.  I could feel how wet her
hair was.  I now used my hand to part those lips.

   I felt her very wet inner lips against my erection.  I pulled her to me,
sliding myself along her and making her groan.  We slid back and forth like
that a few times, then separated to get in the shower.  Once under the
spray, we resumed the same position.  I could have spent days in the shower
feeling her body against me that way.  Her tits were mashed against my
chest, my dick between her pussy lips, her tongue in my mouth.  It was a
while before we got to the business of actually taking a shower.  We, of
course, washed each other.  For the best parts, we each chose to forego the
washcloth and use our hands.  It was a continuation of the sensual dance
from earlier.  We soaped each other's front, then rubbed our bodies back
and forth against each other.  It was the most erotic way of taking a
shower that I had ever experienced.  I was drooling precum and I was trying
to be careful that none of it could find its way to her unprotected womb.

   Our hands and feet were wrinkled when we finally left the shower for the
bed.  Felicita apparently was intrigued by my comment the night before
about sleeping nude, as she brought no pajamas.  She only had clothes for
the next day.  That was fine with me.  I had expected to sleep naked with
her, after falling asleep from exhaustion.  And exhaust me she tried. 
After we dried each other off and she toweled her hair, we fell into bed
together with the lights still on.

   I kissed my way from her mouth down across her throat, between her tits
(taking side trips to suck each nipple), across her flat stomach until I
reached her bush.  I rubbed my face against her curly hair, savoring the
texture.  She was wet enough that even after the shower I could smell her
juices.  I avoided her slit as I licked the hollow at the top of her leg
near her cunt, then down the inside of her thigh (smooth as silk), across
her knee, down her calf and finally kissed her foot.  Then a single long
lick up that leg, across the top of her pubic hair and the same way down
the other side.  Her slit glistened with the juices that were oozing out
and her hips were making a little thrusting motion of their own volition.

   She watched me wordlessly, enjoying the torture.  Her heavy breathing
told me how much she was enjoying this treatment.  As much as I wanted at
that moment to plunge my throbbing dick into her wetness, I continued
teasing her.  I was enjoying exploring her body, getting to know every inch
intimately.  When I finished her legs, I kissed her sides just above her
hips.  She cooed appreciatively as my lips sucked on that most ticklish of
spots.  Next, I gave her pussy the attention it could stand waiting for no
longer.  I ran the tip of my tongue along her slit, tasting her ample
wetness.  At the top of her slit, I probed around for her clit with the tip
of my tongue.  When I found it, I knew she would gasp.  I was ready for it.
As my tongue made contact, the electric shocks shooting through her body
were intensified by my middle finger suddenly thrusting deeply into her
cunt.  The gasp found a voice as a shriek.  I was watching her across the
top of her bush and I smiled (as best I could wi th my tongue sticking out)
while I watched her reaction.  That was the first time I had penetrated her
and she was anxious for it.  I pulled the finger out and returned with two
fingers.  Her eyes opened a little wider.  I pulled two fingers out and
returned with three.  Her eyes again opened wider.  I pulled those fingers
out and inserted all four fingers.  Only my thumb was outside her hole. 
She put her hand on mine and started fucking herself.  It was as if she was
masturbating, using my hand as a dildo.  I rolled my fingers into a thick
cylinder and savored the feeling of wetness as she drove me in and out of
her body.

   While she was doing this, I moved my tongue higher, replacing it with my
thumb, which kept up a steady pressure rubbing over her clit.  Her eyes
were starting to close.  I worked my way up, sliding along her body until
my face was even with hers.  While she fucked my hand, she eagerly kissed
me.  It excited me even more that she was kissing me so deeply even though
I knew I must taste and smell like her pussy.  If she even noticed, she
didn't mind.  Maybe she was so far gone with her impending orgasm that she
didn't notice.  Regardless, I enjoyed being pressed against her and inside
her as she came.  When she did, she suddenly held my hand still inside her
pussy.  Her legs clamped down on both our hands and I could feel her
contracting hard around my invading fingers.

   Once she recovered, her legs relaxed.  She winced as she pulled my hand
out of her pussy, apparently because she was now so sensitive.  When she
released my hand, I let her watch as I brought the hand to my mouth and
licked her juices off.  I did this right in front of her face.  I knew she
could smell her juices and I held her eyes with mine as I sucked and licked
each finger clean.  When I finished, she grabbed my face with both of her
hands and kissed me deeply.  This made my dick throb against her stomach.
She released me slowly and we were both panting.

   "Are you ready to put that big thing inside me?  Your hand was nice but
your dick will make me cum harder," she told me.

   "I thought you might still be sensitive from your orgasm."

   "I'm ready for you now.  Take me," she offered.

   I rolled over to open the nightstand drawer and felt around for the box
of 'love rubbers'.  She lay on her back with her legs now spread wide as
she watched me cover my dick.  When I was ready, I moved on top of her. 
Her right hand reached out to guide me to where we both wanted me to be.  I
felt her heat through the condom immediately.  She pressed the head against
her opening with no preamble.  She was as anxious as I was.  For my part, I
slowly pressed inward so I could spread her pussy open and enter as soon as
she was ready.  She would have none of that.  Once the head was inside her
pussy and no longer needed guidance, she put both hands on my butt and
pulled me to her as she thrust upward.  Even though I was fully erect, she
was so wet that I sank in to my balls.  It wasn't instantly; I still had to
slide in as her pussy gradually opened to admit me.  She forced me into her
cunt.  There was no withdrawing and pushing again.  It was a continuous
motion inward.  The feeling was of tig htness and yielding.  It was
exquisite, but I was concerned that it hurt her.  She never showed pain on
her face.  Maybe she was so wet by that point that I could slide right in.

   When she had me seated, she moved her hands up my back to my shoulders
and pulled me down to her, her legs sliding across mine and up to give her
something to pull against as she move her hips.  We settled into a fast
rhythm.  Our bodies made a slapping sound, accompanied by an occasional
"Ungh-ungh" from one or both of us.  This was the culmination of the
teasing and foreplay of the dancing.  This is what our bodies had really
wanted to be doing when we were in the clubs.  Now the limits of our
passion knew no bounds.  We made noisy love in the bed.

   I lasted longer than I thought I would.  Watching her face as she came
finally did me in and I pumped the condom full of sperm deep inside her.  I
got up and held onto the spent condom while I pulled out of her.  Kneeling
between her legs, I removed the condom and started to throw it away but she
stopped me.  She took the condom from me and poured some of the sperm onto
each of her nipples as I watched in amazement.  The thick white fluid ran
down each nipple.  She dropped the empty condom onto her stomach and used
her palms to catch my cum.  She smeared it all over her tits.  They were
shiny with my juices.  Her tits were firm, but just large enough that she
could put them up and suck her nipples, tasting me on them.  I gently
explored her pussy with a finger as I watched her.  When she finished, she
looked down at me and asked, "Did you enjoy that?"

   "Oh, yes," I answered.  "That is so sexy."

   "My nipples are really sensitive.  I love to play with them when I'm
masturbating.  Sometimes, I even suck them.  I have to really stretch to do
it, but it feels nice.  Not as nice as when you suck on them, but nice."

   I bent down and licked her clit as my fingers penetrated her for a few
minutes, then got up on my knees.  I kept thrusting my right hand into her
pussy while I stroked my dick with my left.  She enjoyed watching me
masturbate.  When I was fully hard again, she suggested getting on her
hands and knees so I could fuck her again.  I wasn't about to pass up an
offer like that, so I leaned over and retrieved another condom.  She took
it from my hand, however, and rolled it on me herself.  When she finished,
she turned around and presented her pussy to me as she supported her upper
body on her straightened arms.  As I penetrated her, she wiggled her ass a
little.  I pushed fully into her and began pounding.  She was as into it as
I was.  She swayed front to back as I pumped in and out of her.  Her ass
was smacking against my stomach.  The opening of her pussy held my shaft
tighter in this position.  When I felt like a throbbing was starting in my
dick, I pushed her forward.  She collapsed her ar ms and put her face down
on a pillow but her ass was still in the air.  I pulled her legs out from
under her so she fell facedown onto the bed, pulling away from my dick in
the process.  She took it all in stride.  She was lying with her throat on
the pillow and looking at headboard, waiting to see what I was going to do
next.

   I trapped the head of my dick in her cunt, and then put the palms of my
hands on her ass cheeks.  Pressing down on her ass, I moved until I was
over her pussy and pushed my dick straight into her.  This caused my dick
to rub hard against her G spot as I entered her.  I held this position as I
started fucking her again.  My stiff dick was forced to bend as it entered
her.  Her sensitive spot was taking the brunt of the punishment.  Quickly,
her moans indicated she was enjoying it.  I liked the view of her back. 
When I took that first ride in her scooter, all I could see was the back of
her t-shirt.  I was undressing her with my eyes.  Now, I was seeing her
undressed, and feeling her pussy around my dick.  I could feel some of the
hairs around her opening pulling on my shaft as it emerged wetly from her.
Before I was ready to change position to further delay my impending orgasm,
her moans reached a crescendo as she came.  She moved her hands underneath
her to squeeze her nipples.  I held o n for the ride.

   When she finished, I offered to let her get on top.  She eagerly
accepted.  I pulled out and she moved aside.  When I lay down, I could feel
the wet spot she had been creating.  Feeling the sheets wet with her juices
only excited me more.  I barely had time to think about this when I felt
her pussy impaling itself on my cock.  I watched fascinated as I
disappeared into her body.  She was now kneeling astride me.  Her lips were
mashed against the hair at the base of my cock.  She was looking at me and
grinning.

   "That feels so good," she said, her voice a little deeper than usual. 
She clenched her internal muscles, massaging me.  When she saw the reaction
in my expression, she continued, "Oh, so you like that.  I'll do that more
often." Now her face was screwed up in concentration as she worked her
muscles.  I was going nuts with the sensations.  Fortunately, she couldn't
keep it up too long or that would have been the end of that session.  She
gave up and started bouncing up and down.  She played with her tits as she
did.  I just laid back and watched.  Her dance of self-gratification was so
erotic.  She was doing it for herself and, at the same time, trying to
please me.  The two acts were intertwined; each fed the other.  Time
marched onward as we enjoyed each other.  It was only the two of us. 
Thoughts of the world outside the window that was working to keep us apart
were banished.  When her legs grew tired of riding me, I worked my hips to
supplement the motion.  Each of us watched the other as we built towards
our peaks.  I lasted a long time, having cum once already that evening.

   Knowing her legs must have needed to be stretched by then, I convinced
her to stand and face the mirror with her hands gripping the edge of the
desk.  I stood behind her and mounted her.  She was watching my reflection.
I could see it in her face the moment I penetrated her.  As her tightness
gripped my cock a feeling of blissfulness captured her expression.  I
pushed fully into her.  As I hit bottom, her tits bounced with the impact.
We both stood with legs wide apart for balance.  I gripped her waist and
pounded.  It wasn't gentle; we were far beyond that.  We both needed to cum
now.  As I thrust into her she was pushing back against me.  We grunted
more than moaned.  I could feel a throbbing starting in my prostate, moving
to my balls and finally my shaft.  Meanwhile, her pussy was starting to
contract.  Her face was awash in a look of supreme pleasure.  In the
mirror, I could see her eyes had closed and she looked so happy.  When I
could hold back no longer, I pushed as far into her as I could and held
myself there.  I emptied myself into the condom, and into her body.  She
tried thrusting against me a few more times, but then pressed back against
me and held herself there.  I could feel the warmth as I filled the condom
and I knew she could feel it as well.  I reached around her with my right
hand and rubbed her clit.  With my left, I massaged her lips around my
shaft.  She moaned softly in appreciation.

   When I was finished cumming inside her and starting to soften, I gripped
the ring of the condom and slowly removed myself from her body.  She was
very wet so she still dripped even though my sperm was contained.  I caught
the drip with my other hand.  She thought I was masturbating her so she
smiled and worked her bottom in a circular motion around my hand.  I
continued to please her as I held the filled condom.  It started to slip
off my dick so I worked it off and held it to the side.  She opened her
eyes and smiled at me.  When she saw the condom she knew I was finished. 
She straightened up and reached for the condom.  I let her have it.  She
looked at it and played with the warm sperm through the latex.

   "All that was meant for me?" Felicita asked.

   "Yes.  I wish I could have left it in you."

   "Perhaps someday, when things are different, we can make babies, yes?"
She was looking not at me, but at the sperm filling the bottom of the
condom.

   "Someday," I agreed, "when things are different." My heart felt ripped
apart as I said that - as I faced the reality that this union was doomed to
separation in a few more days.  We both knew it, but we didn't want to face
it.  Friday would mean a tearful separation, but with the promise of a
reunion at some future time.

   She kissed the end of the condom, then looked at me in the mirror and
smiled.  I smiled back.  I stopped moving my hand and pressed it against
her mound.  I could feel her wetness in my palm.

   "I think I need a shower," she suggested.

   "I think so, too.  Let's take one together, and then get some sleep.  We
can make love again in the morning."

   "Mmmm, that sounds nice." She straightened up and we moved into the
bathroom.  She dropped the used condom into the trashcan where it landed
with a splat.  I started the shower and turned to her while we waited for
the water to heat up.  She put an arm around my neck and pulled me into a
kiss as her other hand grabbed my ass.  I felt her bush against the top of
my softened shaft.  We kissed until I felt the bathroom steaming up.

   "I think you're making me steam," I joked.  She laughed as I pulled back
the shower curtain, and then followed her into the water.  Just as I was
getting in the shower, I looked back to make sure we had dry towels.  A
shine on the floor caught my eye.  She was so wet that some of her juices
had dripped onto the tile floor.  The sight started me on my way to another
erection.

   She noticed my growing dick and sighed approvingly.

   "That thing is never satisfied," she said.  Before I could add, "Sorry,"
she continued with, "I'm glad."

   I pulled her slick body to me under the spray and we hugged.  Taking a
shower with her was always fun, an adventure in exploring the female body.
We washed each other, then I knelt down to taste her.  She was so clean
that the taste was mostly soap, but I knew that would change when we got
back to the bed.  We got out and dried off.  She headed towards the bed,
but pulled back the curtains first and looked out over the waterfront.  I
sidled up behind her, pulling the curtains closed behind me and pressing my
renewed erection against her smooth ass, then put my lips to her ear.  As I
began to speak, the feel of my breath on her ear caused her to shiver.

   "Someday, this will be a free city, and we will live in it together."

   "Do you really think so?" she asked softly.

   "Yes, it has to change eventually.  It has changed in other places. 
Cuba will be next."

   "Viva Cuba Libre," she said forlornly.  Then, "I hope I can wait that
long."

   "I will wait.  I will return to you somehow."

   She didn't answer.  She pressed her bottom into me, then turned around
to face me.  There were tears in her eyes.  She put her arms around my
neck. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed.  I could feel her sobs as
we embraced.  I leaned back onto the bed and pulled her on top of me.  We
didn't talk for a long time; we just held each other.  I got up and turned
out the lights, then returned to her.  It must have been hours before I
fell asleep.  I remember hearing her breathing deepen after a long time, so
she fell asleep before me.  I was thinking about Friday, and about the days
and months after that.  I'm sure she was thinking the same thing.  Before
she fell asleep, I felt more tears falling onto my chest.  I wanted to calm
her fears.  I wanted to take her home with me.  I wanted to stay here with
her.  I wanted so many things that we both knew I couldn't give her.  All I
could do was lie there and hope that the political realities keeping us
apart would change for the better.  It wasn' t a real solution, but it was
my last thought before I fell asleep.

   To Be Continued in Chapter 4 - The Shopping Trip

   This story is Copyright (c) 2004 by Strickland83.  All rights reserved.

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