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Author: Strickland83
Title: Havana Club
Part: Chapter 4
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 4 - The Shopping Trip

   I woke up early the next morning.  It was just barely daylight judging
by the light coming through the gap in the curtains.  Felicita was sleeping
peacefully next to me.  I lay there still trying to figure out a way for us
to be together.  It didn't seem possible, not until things changed.  Big
things.  I knew that, when the political conditions improved, I would be
back.  I'd be with her, if she waited that long.  The problem was that
neither of us could know how long that would be.  I remembered Ross' words,
"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." Soon.  Not soon enough.

   Felicita stirred, but didn't awaken.  She shifted until she was on her
back.  I ran my hand over her stomach, then up to play with her tits.  I
felt them without tweaking her nipples.  I didn't want to wake her up.  I
was enjoying watching her sleep - and it gave me time to think.

   If things didn't change soon, I decided to make these covert "vacations"
a regular thing.  Maybe I could get away with doing this twice a year.  It
would be something, at least, until a change took place.  Would that be
enough for her?

   I ran my hand down her stomach, this time to the hair between her legs.
I felt the smooth insides of her legs, then returned to her lips.  I very
gently parted her lips so I could run my index finger between them.  She
was still wet from last night.  I avoided her clit and contented myself
with exploring her inner lips and the edge of her opening.  The combination
of my morning hard on and touching her naked body had me fully erect.  The
bedspread looked like it was covering a new statue.  I was excited, but I
wasn't ready to fuck her.  I wanted to play with her.  It was kind of
naughty to be playing with this beauty as she slept next to me.  This was
her day off so I wanted her to be able to sleep late.

   William had mentioned something about getting a license to visit here. I
would look into that when I got back.  Maybe I could do something that
qualified for permission to visit.  I'd have a lot of research to do when I
made it home.

   I was still playing with her pussy.  She made some happy sounds in her
sleep, but I wasn't doing enough to wake her up.  My dick was surely awake.
I reached under the covers with my left hand and slowly stroked my shaft,
as I played with her pussy with my other hand.  The feeling of her warm,
wet pussy in one hand and my hard erection in the other was an interesting
contrast.  She was so soft and wet; I was so hard and dry.  Well, mostly
dry.  Precum was starting to appear at the tip of my dick.  I could wait to
cum until she woke up.  By then, I would be really ready.

   I hadn't come up with a real solution, just a band-aid.  We had just
over two days left to enjoy together.  It was kind of ironic, if you
thought about it.  Last week, I couldn't make a commitment.  I had dated,
but I couldn't see myself getting into a relationship with any of the women
I had met.  Now, I had a naked woman sleeping next to me.  I wanted a
relationship with her.  Maybe even marriage.  The woman I wanted, I
couldn't have.  All because of our governments.  Politics.

   Well, I thought I had a sleeping woman next to me.  A hand suddenly
joined mine on my cock.  Together, they stroked me.  I looked over and saw
a sleepy Felicita smiling.

   "I like what you are doing, with both of your hands," she said,
suppressing a yawn.

   I felt a little embarrassed that she had caught me.  Embarrassed that I
was fondling her in her sleep, and that I had been masturbating.  She
didn't seem to mind, because the next thing she did was push the covers off
the bed so she could watch.  She looked up at me.

   "Would you cum in my mouth?" she asked.

   Who was I to deny such a request from a beautiful young woman?  I
redoubled the efforts of both my hands.  As we were both getting close, I
moaned so she would know it was time.  She wriggled around so she could lie
almost perpendicular to me, with her slim body under my right leg.  She
managed to position herself to suck my dick without detaching my hand from
her cunt.  In that position, she took just the head of my dick into her
mouth while I continued to jack off.  She didn't seem to want to take the
rest of me in her mouth, so I kept up the stroking.  Her face (and the
almost involuntary movements of her hips) indicated she was also enjoying
what I was still doing between her legs.  I wasn't sure who was going to
cum first, and I wasn't sure who I wanted to be first.  I could tell it was
going to be close, though.

   Now my hips were beginning to pump as well.  She looked at me, smiling
with her eyes.  A little saliva was starting to drip from around her lips
and run down my shaft.  She was working her tongue rapidly over the head of
my cock and swallowing.  Her motions were driving me towards the inevitable
precipice.  Meanwhile, my other hand was inside the warmest, wettest pussy
I had ever felt.  Men wake up with a morning hard-on.  She apparently wakes
up feeling equally horny.  She was moaning now, around my stiff shaft.  Her
hips were moving against my hand.  I never decided who came first.  It
didn't really matter.  We both got off, at about the same time.  Her moans
moved up in pitch and I starting squirting.  I pushed up off the bed in a
desperate attempt to shove more of my dick into her mouth.  Her face showed
she was cumming at that point.  Still, she relaxed her lips and let more of
my dick in.  I kept pumping the base with my hand as I emptied myself into
her.  I could feel her pussy squirmin g around my fingers, but the focus of
my attention was what her mouth was doing to my dick.

   When I finished squirting, she swallowed a few more times, then ran her
tongue over me before releasing my softening erection.  I remembered how
sensitive she sometimes became after cumming, so I held my hand still.  My
fingers were still inside her pussy, still bathed in her wetness.  She laid
her face on my stomach alongside my dick.  She looked at me and sighed,
then gave my now fully soft cock a few long licks.  She put her face back
down, so close to my dick that it touched her, making that part of her
cheek shiny with her saliva and the remains of my sperm.  She looked at me
and smiled.  Neither of us spoke.

   I was content to just lie there, feeling her pussy around my fingers and
her warm face against my dick.  My free hand ran through her soft brown
hair and caressed her cheek.  We were content and happy.  Once again, we
were oblivious to the outside world.

   It was so pleasant being together like that.  After awhile, the feel of
her cheek against my dick, and the feel of her pussy around my fingers, got
to me.  I started growing alongside her cheek.  She noticed.  Raising her
eyebrows, she broke the silence.

   "Ooh, do you want to do something else?"

   "Yes," I answered.  "I want to make love to you again.  I want to fill
you with more of my cum."

   "OK, anywhere in particular?" she asked.  She was speaking in a
delightful sing-song manner.

   I wiggled the fingers that were still inside her.

   "I think there is room in there for you," she suggested.

   I slowly withdrew my fingers.  She got up and crawled next to me, then
lay down alongside me and spread her legs.  She looked expectantly at me. I
took a condom from the nightstand drawer and rolled it on.  I moved between
her legs and placed them on my shoulders.  She reacted with a drawn out
"Ooohh".  I pushed my dick against her pussy, easily parting the outer
lips. I moved it around, seeking out the opening.  Finding it, I pushed
forward.  I felt my cock slipping into her warm depths.  We settled into a
comfortable rhythm.  She couldn't do much thrusting with her legs on my
shoulders.  I took care of that, thrusting in and out of her.  The feel of
her legs against me was exciting me further.  I could look down and see my
dick sliding in and out of her furry slit.  I could see her tits jiggling
as I fucked her.  I could watch her face, seeing pleasure slowly building
to ecstasy.  We enjoyed each other as we screwed.  I knew I could last a
long time after the recent blowjob.  I took my time , relishing the feel of
her.  She, for her part, also seemed to be enjoying the slow pace.  She was
watching me and fondling her tits now.  I liked to watch her play with
herself.  She was not shy in front of me.  One hand now moved down her
stomach to rub her clit.  She reached further to hold onto my shaft as it
slid in and out of her.  Her hand alternated between caressing my dick and
rubbing her clit.

   After a while, my hips were getting tired.  She noticed this and offered
to get on top.  I nodded my agreement.  I moved forward until I was lying
on top of her, and then held on to her as I rolled us over.  She gasped in
surprise before she realized what I was doing.  She sat up until she was
riding me.  One hand went behind her to gently squeeze my balls while the
other played with her lips.  I was on my back as she repeatedly impaled
herself on my erection.  I could watch her play with herself as we made
love.  I felt so happy, and the expression on her face was testimony to the
fact that she felt the same way.  Sometimes, I thrust up into her to add to
the stimulation.  Other times, I rested and let her do all the work.

   I was concerned that she might be getting tired now, so I suggested
changing positions.  She nodded and got off me.  I stood up next to the bed
and grabbed her legs.  I dragged her to the edge of the bed, spreading her
legs widely.  I stood between her legs and penetrated her pussy.  She put
her legs over my shoulders again and I leaned forward as I fucked her, more
forcefully now.  She watched me with growing lust.  She was obviously
building towards a climax.  I could tell I still had a lot of time before
my own orgasm, so I kept up the pace.  She began breathing heavier, then
moaning.  She was looking at me, but her focus was apparently wavering. 
Her hands were mauling her tits.  One hand snaked down to her clit and
began vigorously rubbing in circles.  Her moans became more insistent.  I
pounded her harder.  The moans became little screams.  She made a sound
each time I thrust into her pussy.  Now, it was more of a groaning "Ohhh".
I put my hands under her ass and lifted her bottom off t he bed as I stood
all the way up.  Her head and shoulders were still on the bed, but I held
the rest of her suspended.  The hand on her clit was now a blur. 
Felicita's body stiffened and her legs clamped against my neck.  I
continued thrusting as she came.  When the peak passed, I lowered her to
the bed and held my dick deeply inside her pussy.  She was flushed from her
face down to her tits.  Her breathing slowly returned to normal as she came
down from her peak.  I started thrusting again slowly.  She smiled and
breathed an almost silent "Thank you."

   I pulled out of her pussy.

   "Why are you stopping?" she asked.

   "I'm not stopping, just changing position."

   I grabbed her waist and turned her over.  When she saw what I was doing,
she helped.  She was now lying face down on the bed with her legs over the
end of the bed.  I grabbed a leg in each hand and moved towards her pussy.
I released one leg to guide my hard-on back into her pussy, then thrust in.
By the sounds she was making, she liked the way my dick felt in this
position.  Her pussy felt tighter around my shaft like this.  It was a kind
of doggy style, with me using her legs to pull against.  She couldn't do
much in this position other than lie there and enjoy it.  I had a great
view of her ass.  I could also see some of her lips as I entered her.  She
moaned like she was having another orgasm, or maybe just enjoying this
position a lot.

   In time, the tightness of her lips around my dick took their toll.  I
could at last feel that my own orgasm was approaching.  I wanted to be
looking into her eyes when I came in her, so I pulled out and turned her
over.  I used her legs to push her back up onto the bed all the way.  I
crawled over her and quickly pushed my dick into her.  I lowered myself
onto her naked body and resumed fucking her.  I put my hands under her back
and grabbed her shoulders from the bottom.  I could thrust very hard in
this position and that is just what I did.  Our faces were inches apart. 
She reached up to kiss me.  While we were kissing, I reached the point of
no return.  I moaned into her mouth.  She felt my dick twitching and got
the message.  She squeezed her pussy muscles around my cock and pushed back
against me as I thrust into her.  I reached my peak and held my dick deep
inside her.  She worked her muscles around my dick as I came inside her. 
She moaned as she felt the warmth of my sperm filling t he condom.  When I
finished spurting into her, my body went limp.  She ran her hands up and
down my back, still kissing me.  I was drained, and enjoying the feel of
her body next to me.

   Feeling my limpness, she released my lips and spoke.

   "That was a strong one for you, yes?" she asked.

   "Yes, very strong," I responded.

   "I like feeling you shooting into me," she said.

   "I like it, too," I answered with a smile.

   I lifted myself up.  As much as I wanted to continue resting on top of
her, I knew my dick was getting soft.  I reached between our legs and
gripped the ring of the condom as I pulled out of her.  I removed the
condom from my dick and dropped it on the other side of the bed.  I knew it
would leak on the sheets, but I knew we were getting up soon and the maid
would put clean sheets on the bed.  I rolled over next to her, narrowly
avoiding the wetness from the condom.  We lay there, side-by-side,
recovering and staring at the ceiling.

   "What do you want to do today?" Felicita asked me.

   "I want you to take me shopping," I replied.

   "Shopping?"

   "Yes, shopping.  I want to see more stores."

   She laughed as she said, "You are not like any tourist I have ever
known."

   I came back with, "And you are not like any Cuban I have ever made love
to."

   She laughed harder.  "I am the only Cuban you have ever made love to."

   "Oh, yeah.  I forgot."

   We were both laughing now.  She rolled over to face me and started
tickling me.  I tried doing the same to her and ended up rolling onto the
wet spot from the condom.

   "Eww!" I said.

   "What's wrong?"

   "I think I'm lying in a puddle of my sperm," I said.

   "That sounds like fun," she told me.

   "I don't think so."

   "That's because you are a man."

   "I think you are right."

   My answer started us laughing again.  When we stopped, she continued.

   "Come take a shower with me.  I'll clean you up."

   I couldn't refuse an offer like that.  We took a shower together,
playing as usual.  When we got dressed, I made my daily call to Canada
before we went down to the buffet in the basement again.  I watched as she
ate ravenously, enjoying all the foods she didn't usually get to have.  I
ate as well, having worked up an appetite with her in bed.  I enjoyed
watching her eat so well, glad that I could provide for her.  I kept
remembering the way she told me about not getting meat at every meal.  It
was so sad that she was only 90 miles from a land of plenty and having to
live like this.  I had seen poverty before but it had never touched me so
deeply.  I was learning a lot from my Felicita.

   Today was her day off so we didn't have the use of her scooter.  We
walked arm-in-arm away from the hotel (avoiding her friends at the taxi
stand) as she guided me to some shops.  I took pictures as I examined the
merchandise.  Finally, she asked if I was going to buy anything.  I
explained that I couldn't take anything from Cuba back into the United
States.  I was doing more research for my company.

   As we walked from store to store, I explained that when we did open an
office in Havana, I would need a local liaison.  I wanted someone I could
trust who knew how to do business in Cuba.  I asked her if she would help
me.  I told her that it would mean quitting her job as a taxi driver.  We
spoke in hushed tones, and only when there weren't any other people around
us.

   "I wouldn't mind quitting that job, if it meant working for your
company. I know you would take care of me, Christopher."

   "Yes, I would.  I will be able to pay you a lot more than you make now."

   "The best part would be working with you, not the money."

   "Yes, it would," I agreed.

   We daydreamed about the day when I would come to live in Cuba.  I
explained in more detail what my company did and how it could help the
Cuban people.  Felicita listened attentively.  I came to realize that she
was very bright.  It seemed a waste for her to be driving taxis.  I asked
her about this.  She answered in whispers.

   "We don't always have a lot of choice for our jobs.  The government has
a lot of control.  My family is not influential or wealthy, or connected
with the government.  I got a very good education.  When I was ready to
start work, the city needed taxi drivers.  I want to do more." Then she
looked directly at me and her tone became softer, but also more serious. 
"I want to work for you."

   "You will - and not just to drive me around.  We will work together."

   We were silent for a long time after that, just walking arm-in-arm.

   The next stop was a store that sold produce.  I marveled at the quality
of the fruits and vegetables.  Felicita proudly explained.

   "Our soil is so fertile here.  We grow the best tobacco in the entire
world.  Our sugar cane production is increasing all the time.  Our fruits
are the sweetest.  It is said that fence posts sprout after a year in the
ground because of the fertility of the soil."

   It sounded like the typical party line, but I was seeing evidence that
it was true.  This island nation had so much to offer to the world, and
needed so much in return.  The whole embargo thing was because of something
that happened over forty years ago.  It didn't make sense.  We traded with
other communist nations over the years.  Besides, some American products
were getting in.  What was really going on here?  When I returned home, I
knew I would be highly motivated to research this issue.  That was as far
as I let myself go towards thinking about returning home.  I didn't want to
face that reality, not now with this lovely creature on my arm.

   Along with the pictures of the stores, I took a lot of pictures that
included Felicita.  I knew I'd never forget her, but I wanted to be able to
relive this time.  I didn't know how long we'd be apart.

   We had lunch in a small caf�, surrounded by the sounds and smells of
Cuba.  Cuba definitely had a culture all its own.  It wasn't like any other
Caribbean nation I had experienced.  After lunch, we moved further through
the city.  We took a few taxis, and once we even rode the camel, big blue
or brown city buses.  It was hot, sweaty and crowded.  A moving mass of
standing people.  The hand of Socialism was obvious here.  It was
transportation for the masses, pure and simple.

   We had even visited a few of the churches.  I was surprised to see them
open.  Felitica explained that Fidel was giving the church more freedom
since the Pope's visit.  Visiting one in the Miramar section of Havana, I
asked why all the churches had the same name.

   "All of the churches in Havana are dedicated to Jesus Christ, so they
are named after the section of the city where they are located.  This one
is Jesus of Miramar."

   I loved how she pronounced it.  Hayzoos de Miramar.  I was taken aback
by the beauty of the church.  I never thought a communist nation would
allow such a structure to even be built.  Felicita explained as she pointed
up to the rotunda.

   "The church was being built at the time of the Revolution.  Fidel put a
stop to the construction.  See the wood covering the windows where the
stained glass was supposed to go?  The church has no bell towers because
they hadn't been built yet."

   The church was beautiful.  I fantasized about a day when Felitica and I
would marry in a church like this.  It was quite a stretch for a man who, a
week ago, couldn't make a commitment.  I squeezed her hand tighter, and she
smiled.  We walked back towards the doors of the church, the sound of our
shoes echoing off the walls in the empty building.  Blinking as we emerged
in the sun, we walked further down the street.

   I asked why this part of the city was kept up so much better.  She
explained that this was where all the embassies were.  The governments
renovated the old mansions.

   "Then what about that one?" I asked, pointing to an ugly stone rectangle
towering over everything else.  It occupied an entire block.

   "That is the Russian embassy.  It was build by the Soviets.  They got to
do whatever they wanted."

   The afternoon was warm, but beautiful.  Walking past the Iraqi embassy
made me nervous, with its large internally lighted portrait of Saddam
Hussein in the front yard.  We stopped for cool drinks several times.  I
was falling into the laidback culture.  We covered a lot of ground, seeing
many parts of the city and many different kinds of stores.  I gathered a
lot of pictures and information.

   As it got later, we worked our way back to the hotel.  I knew Felicita
had to work the next day so she couldn't spend the entire night.  She would
have to go home around midnight.  She would be off the day after, so she
could sleep with me tomorrow night - our last night together.  We didn't go
out dancing because we didn't have as much time.  We found a nice
restaurant near the hotel and had dinner.  We had a wonderful time being
together.  She was again the teacher and I the pupil as I learned more
about Cuban food and culture.  More importantly, she was teaching me about
relationships...  and about love.

   After dinner, we returned to the hotel.  We wanted to go to bed early so
we could have more time making love before she had to leave.  We undressed
each other to take a quick shower together and wash off the sweat and grime
of a day touring on the streets.  I was hard before she was fully undressed
and she noticed.  Felicita raised her eyebrows and moaned softly in
approval as my dick popped free of my underwear, brushing against her soft
cheek.  As I removed her panties, I noticed they were damp.  I knew from
the smell that it was because of me.  We hugged our naked bodies together
before entering the shower.  Once under the cleansing spray, our slick
bodies rubbed up and down against one another almost of their own volition.
I reveled in the feel of her water slick tits against my chest.  My dick
pulsed as it rubbed against the hair covering her slit.  I wrapped my hands
around her, digging my fingertips into her butt cheeks to pull her harder
against me.  We kissed as the water flowe d over us.  I drank in the feel
of her body.  We didn't stay long because we were anxious to get into bed.

   Clean white sheets beckoned.  I wondered if the maid was wondering whom
I was messing up all those sheets with, or who was using all those towels.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have worried, but here there was the CDR.  The
Committee of the Defense of the Revolution had its red, blue white and
black signs painted on buildings and fences everywhere, like the "Big
Brother Is Watching You" posters in 1984.  I couldn't help feeling watched.

   We fell together onto the sheets.  We kissed and giggled as we wrestled
on the sheets.  I pulled her over me into a 69.  When she realized what I
was trying to do, she put one leg over my head and I was looking at her
juicy pussy.  I put my hands on her bottom and pulled gently as her legs
slid out from under her.  She lowered her pussy to my face and I
immediately began probing with my tongue.  Meanwhile, she lowered her head
to my erect shaft and started licking.  I drank in her abundant juices as
she licked precum from my dick.  She was very wet and I was enjoying it.  I
could tell how much she was enjoying it by how she moved her pussy over my
face and by how distracted I made her as she tried to suck my cock.  It was
a battle.  I wanted to eat her pussy.  I wanted her to suck my dick.  The
harder I ate her pussy, the more excited I made her and the harder it was
for her to concentrate on sucking me.  If I slowed down to let her
concentrate, I had a wet pussy in my face that I desperat ely wanted to
eat. I'm sure she was faced with the same dilemma at the other end.  I
licked and probed.  She caressed and sucked.  I ran my hands over the backs
of her legs, her ass and her lower back.  She fondled my balls and rubbed
the insides of my legs.  I could feel her long brown hair against my legs.
As we became more excited, one or the other of us would thrust our hips for
a while.  I wanted to cum in her mouth the first time.  I knew we wouldn't
have a lot of time tonight so I wanted to be able to last a long time when
I finally got into her pussy.  She was so good at giving a blowjob that I
wasn't missing out on any pleasure.  It was obvious that she enjoyed
sucking me and that she had perfected her skill.

   We could only withstand so much stimulation.  She came on my face,
coating my cheeks with the juices that escaped my mouth.  She stopped
sucking me as she came but she kept my erection in her mouth, opening her
mouth and moaning around the shaft.  I slowed down the pace of my licking
after she came so she could recover.  When she started sucking me again, I
took that as a sign to resume licking her cunt.  I was next.  I didn't try
to prolong it.  I was more than ready to put my dick into her pussy.  When
I felt the inevitable pulsing, I pushed up with my hips and unloaded into
her mouth.  She made a kind of "Mmmmm" with a rising pitch, as she tasted
my ejaculation.  I kept up my ministrations on her lips as best I could as
I shot off in her mouth.  I could feel her mouth moving around my dick as
she swallowed my cum.

   When I was finished cumming, she moved off me, turned around and lay on
top of me.  She had a big smile on her face.  She kissed me, pushing her
tongue into my mouth.  Her tongue moved over mine and I tasted my sperm in
her mouth.  After a long sloppy kiss, she looked opened her eyes and looked
into mine.

   "We taste good together."

   "Yes, we do," I agreed.

   "I tasted myself before, but I never liked it.  I like licking my juices
off you, though."

   "I like it, too."

   "There is something else I like to do," she suggested in a sultry voice.

   "And what could that be?" I asked with a sly smile.

   "Get a love rubber ready and I will show you," she promised.

   Felicita rolled off me onto her back.  I had been just starting to get
hard when she kissed me to taste herself.  She spread her legs and let me
watch her play with her pussy.  I stroked my hardening dick.  It didn't
take long with each of us watching the other masturbate to get me fully
erect.  When I had the condom on, I looked at her as if I didn't know what
she wanted to do next.  She rolled her eyes and pulled me on top of her.  I
grinned as I moved onto her and guided my erection into her wetness.  She
sighed as I penetrated her.  I moaned as I felt her hot tightness surround
my dick.  I sank completely into her in three strokes.  For her part,
Felicita was watching me.  She was passive, letting me fuck her.  She was
enjoying being used by me.  I took an ankle in each hand and held her legs
widespread as I pounded her.  She smiled and moaned.  I was enjoying
pulling out until only the very tip of my dick was still captured by her
lips, then pushing in until I felt my balls hit her ass.

   On each stroke, it was like I was penetrating her for the first time. 
If she hadn't been so wet, I don't think she could have let me do that. 
Next, I put her legs together and draped both legs over one of my
shoulders. This made her slit very tight.  Again, her ample wetness made
this position possible.  We both liked it that way but I wouldn't last long
if I kept that up.  Next, I put a leg over each shoulder and leaned
forward. Her thighs were pressed against her tits and I could penetrate her
very deeply.  I thought I could just barely feel her cervix.  From the
sounds Felicita was making, she wasn't used to being fucked this deeply. 
She put her hands on my face and kissed me as I screwed her.  I put my
hands on the undersides of her thighs and rested my weight on her legs,
pushing her legs very hard against her.  This allowed the deepest
penetration and caused the loudest moans from her.  These positions were
all passive.  About all she could do was lie there and get fucked.  Whe n I
thought her legs needed to be stretched, I asked her if she wanted to get
on top.  She eagerly agreed.  Holding her legs down, I pulled out of her.
The condom was slick with her juices.  I moved next to her on the bed and
waited for her to mount me.  I didn't have to wait long.

   My lovely lady swung one leg over me, straddling my midsection.  She
held my dick in position with one hand and lowered her brown-haired slit
over me.  I felt the moment of contact and groaned.  She never stopped. 
She slid down over me in one smooth motion until she was fully seated.  I
felt her weight on me and her pussy gripping my dick tightly.  She was
looking at me and smiling.

   "You're really hard," she panted.

   "That is because I am looking at you," I explained.

   She looked down, embarrassed.  She raised her eyes and looked directly
at me as she asked, "You really think I am beautiful?"

   "Yes, I do."

   "More beautiful than American women?"

   "Absolutely." I wasn't lying.

   "Even though I don't have thong underwear to wear for you?" She was
still riding my cock as we had this conversation.

   I tried and failed to suppress a laugh.  "Beauty has nothing to do with
what you wear.  You aren't wearing anything right now and you are more
beautiful than ever."

   "When was I the most beautiful?" she inquired.

   "That would be the time we made love next to that pond.  You were so
lovely naked in the sunshine." I thought for a moment.  "Or, maybe driving
your scooter when I first met you.  That was when I fell in love with you."

   She was listening to my words with rapt attention.  "That is silly.  You
didn't know me yet.  How could you love me?"

   "Ah, you were asking about beauty.  I fell in love with your beauty. 
When I got to know you, I fell in love with your mind, with your heart."

   Her gaze softened at those words.  It was apparent I had touched her.

   "So you fell in love with my body first?" She was trying to hide a grin.
It was apparent she was teasing me.

   "I couldn't help it.  You were wearing that sexy t-shirt.  There was the
romantic putt-putt of the scooter.  I never had a chance."

   "So it was the t-shirt and the sound of the motor that captured your
heart.  You are lucky you didn't get my cousin for your driver," she
retorted, her voice tinged with mirth.

   "That would have been a disaster.  I don't think he is my type."

   She laughed as she sat on me, my dick extending deep into her lithe
body. When she laughed, I felt her convulsions in my dick.  The squeezing
was exquisite.

   Now it was my turn to put her on the spot.  Fair play.

   "So what made you fall in love with me, my Felicita?"

   "It was your appearance.  You were obviously a serious rich American
businessman."

   We both laughed at that.

   "Serious," I insisted, in a serious tone.

   "Serious," she mimicked, sitting up straighter on my dick.  Then, her
voice softened.  I knew she was now speaking from her heart.  "You were
very handsome, but you were not like other tourists.  I wasn't taking you
on a tour.  I was watching you discover my city.  There was wonder in your
eyes.  You were looking for more than seeing the sights.  I was watching
you in my mirror." She gave an embarrassed little laugh.  "When you wanted
to buy me lunch, I thought you were trying to make me your girlfriend for
the night.  I quickly figured out you were not just looking for someone to
sleep with.  I like watching you look at the city with wonder.  You notice
things other people don't see."

   I looked questioningly at her, urging her to continue with my eyes.  She
shook her head.

   "Continue.  There is more."

   "No.  No, that is all." She was looking down at my chest, avoiding my
eyes.

   "Please tell me."

   She took a deep breath.  I felt it in my dick as her lungs filled. 
"Grandpa told me you would be a good man to marry."

   "What do you think about that?" I asked, my heart hammering in my chest.

   "I cannot answer a question like that.  It is not proper in Cuba for the
girl to talk about such things."

   "But I am not a Cuban.  I am an American.  In America, it is proper to
talk about this.  Felicita, how do you feel?"

   She thought that over, then decided not to avoid the issue any longer.
Meeting my eyes, she spoke.  "Christopher, I think you would be a good man
for me to marry."

   "I agree." Now I took a deep breath.  "I want to be the man that you
marry, but I cannot stay with you.  My government doesn't want me here and
your government won't let you leave with me.  Someday -"

   "Someday may never come!"

   "Someday, I will return.  Someway, somehow, I will return to you.  I
will marry you, if you still want me."

   Tears were starting to run down Felicita's cheeks.  I partially sat up
(as much as possible with her sitting on me) and used my fingers to
delicately brush away the tears from her face.  I had to lie back down to
raise my arms.  Then I held her face.  "I will return." The dam broke.  She
began crying full-force.  I was started to feel tears in my own eyes.  I
pulled her down to me, then rolled over until I was on top, holding her in
my arms.

   I kissed her and made love to her.  I knew the tears were tears of love,
not anger or sadness.  Well, maybe sadness mixed in.  There was no denying
the truth of our upcoming separation.  We made love for a long time - slow
gentle love - as I held her close to me.  We drank in the feel of each
other.  I wanted this time to last.  I would slow down or stop for a minute
or two, then start up again.  She was passive, lying in my arms.  She was
giving her total self to me.  I was accepting her ultimate gift.  In the
end, we shared the pleasure of a carefully orchestrated simultaneous
orgasm. I watched her face, studied her breathing, and paid attention to
the contractions of her pussy.  When I knew she was close, I increased my
thrusting so I shot my sperm into her just as her orgasm broke over her. 
The effect was intense.  The emotions flooded both of us.  We were so in
love at that moment.  When it was over, it was all we could do to lie there
together and pant.  We weren't just physically exha usted.  We were
emotionally exhausted.

   I carefully removed my latex clad dick from her pussy, discarding the
condom.  I went down on her between her legs.  The condom hadn't left much
of a taste in her pussy.  She was so wet that I mostly tasted her.  I lay
on my stomach and licked her, purposefully avoiding her clit.  I wanted to
give her another orgasm.  I was fine for a while as my dick recovered, but
I knew she had the capability for another peak.  I tested the use of my
fingers.  When she was no longer too sensitive, so I used two fingers along
with my tongue to probe, lick, rub and stroke.  I was having the desired
effect.  She was very happy, enjoying the attention I was paying to her
body.  With my free hand, I reached up to fondle a tit, finding her hands
keeping busy doing just that.  She moved her right hand out of the way to
make room for my left, then put her hand over mine.  Together, we fondled
her.  She guided me with the lightest of touches.

   By the time I had made her cum, I was regaining my erection.  I was
ready to play again.  After licking her to an orgasm, I got up and kissed
her, letting her taste her own juices.  While we were doing this, she felt
how hard I was.

   "Ready to go again?" she asked.

   "Can you tell?" I asked playfully.

   "How can I miss that thing.  It is seeking me out."

   "I think you need some protection from it," I suggested.

   "I will take care of the protection.  You lie down and let me handle
it."

   I rolled over onto my back and she sat up to get another condom.  She
tore it open as I watched.  Next, she expertly rolled it onto me.  I could
tell she was experienced, but I never worried about that.  I was no virgin,
so why should I expect her to be one.  I was, in fact, benefiting greatly
from her experience.

   Once I was suitably protected from impregnating her, she looked intently
at my erection as she held it in her hand.

   "What are you thinking?" I wanted to know.

   "I'm trying to decide what position to use next," she answered without
taking her eyes off my dick.  Making a decision, she straddled my hips.  I
was expecting her to get on top and ride me, but she had other plans.  Once
I was fully seated inside her, she leaned back until she slid her bottom
carefully onto the bed.  She was now in front of me, our genitals close,
and connected.  She grabbed my arms and coaxed me into a sitting position,
embracing me with her arms.  I wrapped my arms around her back.  We were
sitting facing each other.  It was awkward to stroke in and out of her body
at first, but I finally figured it out.  We were facing each other and we
kissed as we made love slowly.

   "This is different," I said when we paused for a few deep breaths.

   She leaned back on her hands and stroked her pussy over my dick.  "It
takes more work, but I like the closeness."

   It was a spectacular view, and felt nice with our legs over each other.
Like this, we could make love for hours without me cumming because we
couldn't move fast enough.  In time, the position was tiresome so we
shifted.  She stood facing the bed with her arms on the mattress supporting
her.  Welcoming the chance to stretch my legs, I stood behind her and
entered her wet cunt.  I gripped her around the waist and fucked her hard.
She immediately began moaning loudly.  For variety, I leaned forward and
kissed her back as I thrust into her body.

   We next used the missionary position on the bed.  I liked this one when
I came.  I loved holding her body in my arms, face to face as I filled her
pussy with my sperm.  That is just what I did.  She smiled broadly as she
felt me cumming.  For Felicita's part, she had enjoyed several orgasms in
the various positions.  I pulled out of her, discarding another condom in
the trash.

   "I wish we could do this all the time," she breathed.

   "That would be nice."

   We didn't say anymore.  Neither of us wanted to relive the emotional
exchange we had experienced earlier.  I moved back onto the bed on my back.
She turned halfway over so she was against me and draped one leg over mine.
I could feel the wetness leaking out of her pussy onto my thigh.  Her
breasts were pressed against my chest.  I could feel the rapid rise and
fall of her breathing returning to normal.  We were lost in our thoughts. I
was reliving every moment I had spent with my lovely Felicita.

   We didn't make love again that night.  We were fully satiated.  She got
up and cleaned up, then we both dressed.  We kissed a long time until it
was time to catch the bus home.  I walked down with her to the bus stop.  I
wanted to ride home with her on the bus and ride the bus back to the hotel,
but it was too late.  I wouldn't be able to take a bus all the way back
before they stopped running.  We waited at the bus stop together, our arms
around each other.  In the dark, we looked like any other couple on the
street.

   There was a roar coming down the street.  I recognized the diesel engine
of a camel.  Its headlights appeared over the crest of the hill.  Felicita
held me tighter as she realized it was time for her to go.  One last kiss,
then she boarded the bus.  It was so late that there were very few
passengers.  The driver looked tired, anxious for his shift to end.  After
paying her fare, she ran to the back of the bus and waved to me through the
back window.  I waved until the bus was out of sight, then turned back
toward The Nacional.

   It was a lonely walk.  The hotel was illuminated like a beacon, a
floodlight under each palm tree along the driveway.  I felt like the
aristocracy must have felt in the last days of the Revolution.  I knew the
end was coming.  I knew there was nothing I could do to stop the
inevitable.

   I entered the hotel, the marble handrail feeling cold and smooth under
my grip.  Felicita was smooth, but certainly not cold.  I walked past the
desk to the elevator.  I notice the writing on the ancient brass mail
chute. It said, "Correos de Cuba", but under that it said, "Cutler Mail
Chute Company, Rochester, N.Y." Another relic from before the Revolution.
From a time when there was trade with Cuba.  Trade and free travel.  A time
before Felicita and I were born.

   I waited for the intricate brass hand over the door to move down to 1,
then the door opened and I entered the elevator.  I rode to my floor and
entered my room.  I didn't want to take a shower.  I wanted Felicita's
juices to dry on my leg and my pubic hair.  It was a way to keep at least a
part of her with me all night.  I stripped and got into bed.  The sheets
were still messed up from when we were making love.  There was a wet spot
under where her pussy was.  I laid in it, knowing this was exactly where
she had been.  In my mind, I followed her home.  I saw her getting off the
bus and walking the last distance to the old house.  In my mind, there was
a light left on for her.  Her grandfather was still at the kitchen table,
rambling on about how I was a good man for her.

   I finally fell asleep thinking about her.  I dreamed about her.  We were
making love again alongside the pond.  As I was thrusting into her, the
scooter turned into a tank.  A soldier got out of the tank and addressed
me.

   "Se�or Imperialisto!  You must leave now.  Let go of the girl and go!"
He prodded me with his automatic rifle.  I could feel the cold steel of the
barrel against my naked side.  I got up, seeing her lying there on the
ground.  She was crying.  I was crying.  The soldier moved between us,
blocking my view of Felicita.  He pointed his rifle at me.  I turned,
walking away to the sounds of her sobs.  I turned back but everything was
gone.  There was just the pond.

   "Felicita!" I screamed.

   I must have really screamed because I was suddenly sitting up in bed. 
Sunlight was streaming in through the gap in the curtains.  It was morning.
My last full day in Cuba.  Tomorrow I would leave this land.

   I got out of bed to head to the shower.  The hair on my leg pulled.  I
looked down and saw the white crusty remains of Felicita's dried pussy
juices on me.  I touched it, touched a piece of her.



   To Be Continued in Chapter 5 - Scouting Locations

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

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