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 Deanna by: Dr.  Paco Jones
   copyright 2012
   Chapter 27 - The Honeymoon
   Dee and I got up about 6am that Sunday morning.  We were the only ones
to awaken and when we got to the living room we had a great laugh.
   There twisted on the couch were Bob, Janell, and Heather.  Terri and
Michelle were "passed out" with club Carol in the love seat next to the
couch and Bill was on the floor with Maryanne wrapped all around him.  Oh.
They were all totally naked and there were clothes thrown all over the
room. I thought they said they were going to turn in early.
   Only Carol, Sheryl, Marie and Lisa had managed to make it to their room.
   Everything was already packed, so it was just a matter of getting to the
airport, finding where Bob's jet was parked and head on out.
   I hadn't been to Cabo in a few years.  I loved it there and we're
probably going to buy a place while were there, but for now it was just
party hearty once we got there.
   We were going to be staying at the "Hotel Cabo San Lucas" which is about
16 to 18 kilometers north of town.  The place I wanted to look at to buy is
right on the beach within walking distance of downtown.  I may change my
mind when I see what "progress" has done.
   That being said, I'd been part of that progress at one point.  When I
lived there I was selling real estate to gringos so I guess I can't
complain too loudly without being a total hypocrite.  Greed always wins out
when it comes down to money or preserving the ambiance of a little fishing
village.
   Bob and all the band ladies were now awake also, hustling around getting
ready to leave with us.  The limo would drop them at the club so they could
break down all the band equipment and get it loaded into a truck, and then
they'd follow to the airport later.  Bob, Bill and the girls would make the
ride back to Willits in one of his helicopters.  It was already at the
airport in one of the "private hangers".
   After dropping them at the club the limo took Dee and I to the airport
where Bob had told the driver to go.  I sure hope he does it right, because
if the jet isn't right there I wouldn't have any way to find it other than
hiking around asking questions.
   It wasn't any big deal.  After we dropped the band at the club we made
our way to the airport, found the transportation immediately, and the
people that took care of things, took care of things.
   We were boarded almost immediately, and escorted to a "private cabin" in
the middle of the plane.  Bob really knows how to travel in style!  Even
though it was only a 737 this thing was huge.  We sat down and the one
attendant asked for our drink orders, then brought us the whole bottle and
a cooler of mixers, and with a smile told us that if we needed anything to
push the attendant button and unlock the door.
   She looked at Dee and did the Groucho Marx eyebrows up and down a few
times, and just said, "Hope you'll join the club!"
   I knew what she was talking about, but Dee was totally clueless.  The
attendant looked at me after seeing Dee's reaction, and I assured her
visually that Dee would be a member in good standing by the time we landed
in Cabo.
   Then with a grin I asked her, "You will let us know when we get to
cruise altitude.  Yes?"
   "Oh of course sir," she said smoothly.  Then with a big grin, "The crew
is very good at entertaining ourselves on these flights."
   Leaving Dee to try to make some sense out of the conversation, our
flight attendant, Leslie, turned and went through the door at the front of
the cabin, and made sure the door was latched from the inside when she
closed it.
   Dee didn't know it yet, but she would be joining the mile high club on
this flight.  I just grinned, and took a sip of my drink.
   We sat in the plush seats side by side playing and talking like any
honeymooning couple would.  Of course we had the confines of the seat belts
that we would have to keep strapped until the captain turned off the seat
belt sign, but he hadn't turned it on yet.
   There was anything and everything anyone would need in the cabin for the
entire flight.  If they wanted food all they needed to do was buzz and
Leslie would be back with what ever they wanted.
   Leslie had seen it all before.  The crew that was on board now was the
same crew that flew Bob and the girls all over the world when they were
touring.  Bob paid well and took care of his people so they stayed.  Bob
wasn't the only client they flew, but they had all the schedules and Bob's
always took precedent.  The fleet company had other aircraft they could
assign if there was a conflict.
   This trip was pretty much a boondoggle for them.  They got to stay in
Cabo with the clients, though at a different hotel.  They'd be in San Jose,
close to the airport, so they could be ready at a moments notice if we got
a wild hair up our asses and suddenly wanted to go to Cancun.  They'd be
there and ready to go in a little over an hour.
   They were talking in the cabin about the two passengers and Leslie
mentioned that the woman had no idea what the "Club" was but he was going
to show her during the flight.  She told the pilot that he'd asked to be
notified when they got to cruising altitude.
   Leslie looked at the cabin crew and laughed, "I'll bet 30 minutes from
takeoff to screams."
   They all laughed and both said they wouldn't take that bet.  They looked
at each other and just laughed.
   While the pilot was going thorough his normal pre-start checklist his
co-pilot was calling their flight plan to the proper entities for approvals
so that they could grease themselves into Cabo in the least amount of time.
Once the coordinates and frequencies had been plugged into the navigation
system, he set out to do his pre-start checklist as well.
   They received their flight plan approval and noted they had a 45-minute
wait until taxi time, bummer.  Leslie got on to the intercom and let their
passengers know that it would be 45 minutes before they could push away and
start their taxi, and that flight time would be about and hour and fifty
minutes.  She also threw in that it would take about 15 to 20 minutes to
get to cruising altitude and that the pilot would call that out for them.
   While she was speaking into the microphone, the door to the cabin opened
and Dee stuck her head out and smiled.  "What kind of munchies do you
have," she asked.
   "Just about anything you could dream of sweetie.  You wouldn't believe
some of the things those girls have us stock.  What's your pleasure?"
   "Nothing over the top.  Do you have Nacho's with jalapeños?
   Maybe some taquitos?"
   "Not a problem," Leslie said with a smile.  "Anything else?"
   "Hmm.  I've never had a margarita.  Could you make us some of those,"
Dee asked hesitantly.
   "Sweetie, I make the best margaritas on the planet.  Leave the door
unlatched and I'll be in with the goodies in about five to ten minutes."
   Dee smiled and said, "Thank you.  I appreciate it."
   Leslie smiled back at her and began to prepare the things Dee had asked
for.  She chuckled to herself when she thought about the surprise she'd get
when they fucked on the plane.  She'd be sure to let him know how to drop
the bed from the bulkhead so they'd be very comfortable.  She knew it was
ready because she'd had to change the sheets after the last flight.  It
appeared that Bob and a couple of the girls got a little frisky on a return
from New Orleans.
   She took the tray with a couple margaritas, the pitcher, and all the
munchies into the cabin and set them on the table made for the tray.  It
wouldn't move during take off or landing, so it was no big thing.  Dee was
in the rear of the cabin washing her hands, so Leslie quickly got my
attention and with a smile said, "Pull the handle on the bulkhead between
those two seats.  Not the red one!"
   She made sure I saw what she was pointing to and when I looked up with a
grin, she said, "Have fun!"
   "Oh I intend to.  Can you give us about 30 minutes notice before
landing? It would probably be a good idea to shower.  Better yet, make it
45 minutes."
   Leslie chuckled and said, "You got it, and you don't have to be
embarrassed if you need something.  Trust me, I've seen those girls chase
Bob around the cabin with nothing on but their birthday suits.  What
happens here stays here!"
   "Thanks Leslie, I appreciate that," I said with a chuckle.  "Enjoy the
flight yourself, we won't be bothering you!"
   By this time Dee had returned from the rear of the cabin with clean
hands, and picked up one the glasses with the salty rims and took a drink.
   She looked up at Leslie, "Mmmm, That's good.  I don't have anything to
compare it to, but it's yummy!"
   Leslie smiled at her and said, "Enjoy!  And enjoy your flight.  Let me
know if you need anything else."
   I suppose we need to step backwards in time a little and fill in a
little secret detail that was talked about much earlier, but hasn't been
mentioned in quite a while.
   About 3 months ago Dee stopped taking her birth control.  She was going
to be very ready to get pregnant by the time of the wedding, and she'd
planned on trying to make it happen during the honeymoon, which is why she
had scheduled everything the way she did.  Tara knew about it, and I knew
she was planning on stopping the pills, but she'd never said anything.  Not
that it would have mattered.  I was ready to give her what she wanted, and
in my mind she was ready both physically and emotionally, but I didn't know
specifically what was happening.
   But Dee knew.  Something else she knew is that she had ovulated earlier
this morning, just before we'd left the house.  Dee was one of those women
that could actually "feel" the egg dropping, getting into position to
accept the little swimmers who would vie for her attention.
   So when the pilot welcomed them aboard, and said it was time to fasten
the seat belts for takeoff they had already been playing for a little
while. Dee was still unaware that she was going to be seriously playing in
about 30 minutes.  I had the timing down pretty well, so I figured that I'd
drop the bed down a little before we got to cruise so that when we did get
to cruising altitude I'd already have her in the bed and very hot.  I also
knew that cruise was going to be FL370 so we'd pass through 5,280 ft.  long
before we got to cruise.
   So it was about five minutes or so after take off when the captain
turned off the seat belt sign, and announced that we were on our way and it
was ok for us to walk around the cabin if we wanted.  If Dee had been
listening very closely she'd have heard the chuckling in the background
that I heard.  But she didn't.  We were already at over a mile.
   I looked at my new bride, and pulled her over into my lap looking deeply
into her eyes.  She wrapped her arms around me and met my lips with hers.
She was giving me a serious kiss, and as long as she was doing that, I
moved my hands upwards to cup her breasts and squeeze them gently bringing
out a moan.
   I knew she was horny because we hadn't had sex with each other for
almost the whole week prior to the wedding.  We were both entertaining
other guests.  After hearing her moan, I moved the other hand upwards to
begin unbuttoning the shirt that was covering her mounds.
   Almost before she knew what was happening I had my mouth wrapped around
one of her nipples suckling, flicking my tongue and generally causing some
of those electric pulses that tweaked her pussy to be generated.  She held
my head to her chest and moaned more deeply.
   "Oh god Tommy, that's sooooo nice.  Mmmmmmm."
   I moved my lips away from her breasts and put them against hers again
beginning a very deep game of tongue tag that was filled with pure passion.
She was devouring me slowly while I pushed the open shirt off of her neatly
throwing it over the back of a seat.
   She began to feel the lump under her butt and with an evil grin and
pecking kisses started wiggling around.  I could tell she was getting
really hot by the way she was moving her hips.  I don't guess the loud
moans left any question either, but her butt was definitely a vibratron on
my lap.
   I looked at her lovingly, kissed her softly before I picked her up off
of the seat.  Her arms wrapped around my neck, while nibbling and licking,
probably wondering where I was planning on putting her down.  I walked over
to the large space between the seats across from where we had been sitting
and making sure I didn't grab the wrong handle pulled gently on the right
one and stepped back.
   I marveled at what I saw.  A large double sized bed dropped away from
the wall and gently put its legs down to leave it level with the floor. 
The aircraft wasn't level quite yet, but I could feel it was getting there.
   I pulled Dee a little so that I could look her in the eyes and when the
two sets met expressing warmth and love I kissed her gently, but letting
her know something was about to happen that she hadn't really thought
about. Well something else was about to happen that I hadn't really
considered either, but that's beside the point.
   While kissing her gently, I slowly lowered her down on to the bed and as
soon as she felt it and released my neck, I looked down at her lovingly and
began to remove her pants.
   She made no effort to do anything more than lay there for the pleasure
of her new husband.  I had stripped her naked and she was lying on her back
waiting for my attentions while I stripped myself.
   When I was totally naked she reached out and gently took my penis in her
hand and smiled up at me.
   "Oh Tommy.  I want you so bad.  I was afraid I was going to have to wait
until later tonight, but my pussy has been wet since we got on the damn
plane."
   "I want you too honey.  I want you slow, and gentle.  I don't want to
fuck baby, I want to truly make love to my wife for the first time."
   "Please.  I don't need anything to get me ready baby, just do me now.  I
can't wait."
   I knew it wouldn't be long now before we'd be at cruise, so I crawled in
between her legs.  She raised her knees and put her feet around my thighs
moving her hips up and down causing my rigid phallus to rub gently between
her labia touching her clit when I'd stroked all the way through.
   I heard the click of the intercom being switched on, so I wedged my cock
between her outer banks and pointed directly at her waiting tunnel.  I was
putting a little pressure on her entrance, but not enough to penetrate yet.
   The captain came on the speaker and announced that we were at cruise
altitude and our time to landing about an hour and a half.  As he was
saying that I gently pushed myself slowly into Dee's waiting vagina.  She
was so soggy that there was no resistance even from her virgin tight
sheath.
   She let out a huge loud moan when I hit bottom and our pubic bones
"shook hands".  I just held myself deep inside her and moved slowly around
making sure her clit was being mashed adequately.  Apparently it was,
because within about thirty seconds Dee arched herself up and her body
began to shake.  The arms that she had around my neck tightened their hold
and the gentle hands that had been stroking my hair grabbed a little, not
enough to pull on it, but it wasn't gentle stroking anymore.
   I looked down at her closed eyes waiting for them to open again, and
suddenly she just collapsed, her body totally relaxing while she panted
trying to get her breath.
   I could feel those magic muscles inside her milking at my cock, but I
wasn't having anything to do with that yet.  I had another forty-five
minutes before I'd get the 45-minute call, and I was going to take full
advantage.
   Her eyes opened to meet mine with soft love.  She raised her head slowly
to gently put her lips on mine and proceeded to give me one of the most
sensuous kisses of my life.  She was pure passion at this moment, and
nothing else was around.  She tightly wrapped herself around me ensuring
that my hard cock would not go anywhere.
   Her hips began to move causing me to stroke in and out of her, slowly
and tenderly.  We found a beautiful rhythm and just slowly loved each
other, each giving some, each taking some.  Her eyes never left mine and I
could see the depths of her tenderness in those eyes.  She was living for
nothing but the cock imbedded deep inside her.
   Then she let me in on her secret, which totally drove me over any edge
I'd been hanging on to.
   "Tommy," she whispered with a look in her eyes I'd not seen from her
before.  "Baby, I ovulated this morning.  There's an egg inside me that's
waiting for your sperm.  I need your swimmers baby.  They need to go in
deep so they can begin to create a new life, make a baby for us."
   Then getting tears in her eyes, "Oh Tommy, I've been waiting so long for
this.  I want our baby so badly.
   She then pushed her hips and pelvis upwards forcing my cock as deeply
inside her as she could.  I could feel the tip of my dick being massaged by
the small opening that led to her womb and the waiting fertile egg.
   She brought her hands up to either side of my face holding me gently. 
Her eyes showed me an unbelievable love, and I was gone when she started to
whisper to me, "Shoot in me honey.  Squirt your swimmers inside me.  Oh god
honey, make a baby in me."
   I was toast!  I exploded insider her pussy like I don't think I've ever
come in my life.  I could feel the small opening of her cervix sucking the
sperm right out of me and into her womb.  My swimmers were going to meet a
fertile egg, and though she put up a good struggle, one of them managed to
penetrate her defenses, entered into the center of creation.  A process had
happened which would culminate in a new life 9 months from now, the
beginning of which was made that afternoon at 37,000 feet.
   Not knowing it wasn't needed any longer, I managed to blast another load
into her waiting womb before the pilot came back on to the intercom letting
us know we were about forty five minutes from landing.
   That was my signal.  I took it, and we made ourselves presentable, in
time to fasten our seat belts, and fill out our short-term visa form and
customs declarations.  Dee glued herself to my arm, leaning up and giving
me little kisses and telling me how much she was in love with me.
   Just before we landed, she dropped the bombshell on me.  "It happened
Tommy." I looked down at her beaming face.  She was beginning to let her
eyes leak just a little, and to my questioning look she whispered, "I'm
pregnant baby.  I know it's happened already.  I can feel it." Then
snuggling up close whispered, "You're going to be a daddy sweetie; we're
going to have a little girl."
   She was glowing.  People will tell you that a pregnant woman will have a
glow.  In my pea brain there is nothing in this world as beautiful as a
pregnant woman, and at the moment my beautiful woman was literally glowing.
   Once we got to the gate and the doors were open, Leslie came in with a
huge grin, hugged Dee as soon as she stood up whispering in her ear,
"Welcome to the club sweetie.  I hope it was wonderful!" She then handed
Dee a button to pin on her shirt that said, "New member of the Mile High
Club".
   Dee looked at her with a huge grin, and said, "Thank you Leslie."
   Dee reached up and gave her a soft kiss taking Leslie a little by
surprise, but then Dee said, "It was better than wonderful." Then with a
heavy sigh, "We made a little baby girl.  That has to be way better than
wonderful."
   Leslie raised her eyebrows, and I guess it's a woman thing but she
looked Dee squarely in the eyes and said, "You take good care of that baby
Deanna Tompkins.  You conceived her on my watch, so I'm not going to let
you slack."
   Dee was beaming.  It's the first time anyone had referred to her by her
married name.  Officially she was going to keep her maiden name, but Mrs.
Tompkins was how she wanted people to think of her.
   They were both grinning and Dee said softly, "Any time Leslie.  Just
give us a call at least a day before so we can be ready for you."
   "Thank you sweetie.  I believe I'll take you up on that."
   Then down the ramp, through the customs desk, into a cab and the next
thing we knew we were at the Hotel Cabo San Lucas, checked into "Casa
cinco" and there was a happy Mexican man with two glasses and a pitcher of
margaritas.
   Now this was going to be a honeymoon!
   ----
   The next morning when we finally got our lazy asses out of bed, my
having given her an additional two pussy baths, we took a quick shower in a
gorgeous stone shower.  Well it matched everything else, because the whole
place was built with stones.  Our balcony overlooked the little private
beach the hotel kept, and there were only 10 steps to the sand, but we
needed food.
   Let me tell you a little about the Hotel Cabo San Lucas.  It's a
gorgeous facility with beach and palm trees, stone walkways, romantic
hideaways, and constant attention from the friendly staff.  If memory
serves me it's one of the oldest "facilities" in Los Cabos, followed
closely by the Hacienda or the Finesteria where during the season you can
sit in the "Whale Watchers Bar" and watch the migration of the whales to
their birthing grounds.
   It's not inexpensive, but it is worth every penny for special occasions.
All your meals are covered, and really the only thing you have to pay for
beyond the room fee is for alcohol.  Neither Dee nor I drank that much, so
it wasn't any big deal.  We did partake of the complimentary pitcher of
margaritas we got on arrival, but when the man came with a refill, we asked
for a pitcher of iced tea.  I think he was a little disappointed with that,
but he merrily went off and a couple minutes later returned con dos vidrios
del hielo y de una jarra de té helado (for you non-Spanish speakers - with
two glasses of ice and a pitcher of iced tea).
   Since we were going to be here for two weeks I decided to rent a car so
we didn't have to rely on taxis everywhere.  Besides, the car was a lot
less expensive than the taxi rides would have been.
   The taxi drivers union is one of the strongest in Cabo and it is very
cut throat.  Rates are set, and god help the driver who undercuts another
driver to get the fare.  There have actually been brutal beatings over fare
interception.  It's one of those things you learn as a resident.
   So our rented "early 60's" Volkswagen bus that wouldn't go much over 45
miles per hour (about 57 kilometers per hour for you metric types), but it
got us from point A to point B very inexpensively and we were in no real
hurry.
   Mañana señor.  Éste es México, ninguna prisa hoy.  Mañana en la mañana!
(Tomorrow mister.  This is Mexico, no hurry today.  Tomorrow morning!)
   The first day I just dragged Dee around to places I was familiar with,
at least a little.  The place had changed significantly in the 10+ years
I'd not seen it.  I showed her the house in Cabo Bello that I'd stayed at
for about 10 days doing housesitting duties for a friend at the real estate
company I was working for.  It was still covered with those god-awful
bougainvillea bushes.  Fucking things take over and shed worse than a horse
dropping its winter coat.  These had been there so long that they had
stumps the size of trees.
   From there we drove out to Brisas del Pacifico where I'd been house
sitting for about 5 months at a beautiful house that had been built around
a rock.  There was a huge granite rock that separated the living room from
the kitchen/dining room.  It was a round pallapa style house, 2 bedrooms
with a huge bath.  The shower with no door or curtain but it didn't matter
if water splashed out, everything was stone or tile and the drain was
actually in the middle of the room.
   We did manage to find the place, but the gate was locked and nobody was
there.  It didn't look like it had changed much other than aged.  The drive
was paved now instead of rocks and all of the roads around Brisas were also
paved instead of deep rutted clay.  I'd even bet that all the homes had
electricity now.  When I lived there the electricity to the house was a
buried piece of Romex that ran down the hill to a neighbors.  Mexican
improvisation.
   I was a pig in shit.  Dee was laughing heartily at my enthusiastic
pointing, and babbling.  Memories!
   We finally made it back into town, which had changed so much it was like
a new place.  A lot of things were still there - El Pollo de Oro was still
barbequing chicken every other day.  Best damned chicken in the world, but
most American gringos don't care for it because it doesn't taste like those
Foster Farms cardboard chickens you get in the grocery store.  These are
real barnyard chickens and have some real flavor to them.  Dee couldn't
believe it when we had a lunch there.
   "This doesn't taste like chicken Tommy, it's delicious but it's way too
tasty to be chicken."
   I laughed and explained the difference between a good barnyard chicken
and a cardboard store bought chicken.  She laughed and said something about
raising chickens in the yard.  It's big enough, but somehow I don't think
the neighbors would appreciate the scent or the noise.
   I parked up the street where there was a restaurant/bar at one time
called La Tortuga - The One that Got Away (la tortuga means "the turtle").
Best Chinese chicken salad in Cabo!  Pam's sauce was scrumptious.  Her
husband Derek was a fisherman in Alaska so was gone part of the year. 
Great place to spend an evening drinking agua mineral con limon.  (mineral
water with lemon).
   From there we walked around town looking at all the tourist shops along
the strip.  All the great restaurants that were along the main drive when I
first started going to Cabo and were still there when I lived there were
now gone.  They were all shitty little "rip off the tourists" trinket kind
of places.  Many of the restaurants had moved across the way to what I can
only describe as a strip mall.  It used to be the town side of the marina.
   Let's just say that when I first saw Cabo San Lucas it was a sleepy
little fishing village with dirt streets where you could sit at the
Giggling Marlin, eat your lunch, have a few beers and watch the fishing
fleet go out in the morning if you were up that early, or come back during
the afternoon, which was much more likely.  Now you can't even see the
marina much less the fishing fleet.
   It's sad to me, but it's progress for Mexico.  You have to understand
that Mexico really only has two products - Oil and tourism.  They have to
build out the tourist locations to keep money rolling in.
   The Fonatour is responsible for the overall plan, but it would be nice
if they'd leave some places as pristine as they've been for centuries. 
Mulegé for instance (pronounced Moo-la-hay), just south of Santa Rosal'a on
the Gulf side of Baja.
   Driving south, you drive around a wide bend in the road, and go across
the bridge and there's Mulegé.  Palm trees, white sands, beautiful village,
and a nice marina.  You'll think you took a wrong turn somewhere and ended
up in Hawaii.  That was my first impression on my first drive down.
   We got back to the Hotel in time for some dinner of carne asada and for
desert, flan, a really sweet egg custard with light caramel sauce.  We
grabbed a pitcher of margaritas, a couple glasses and headed down to "Casa
Cinco".  We changed out of our day clothes into something more comfortable,
though I don't know how you could be more comfortable than Baggies and a
tank top with flip-flops.
   We shared a double chaise, kicked back watching the lights and the Sea
of Cortez wash ashore just beneath our feet.  It was peaceful, quiet, well
except for the natural waves and breeze.  We sat and enjoyed the warmth and
feel of each other's body.  Most of the Casa's at Hotel Cabo San Lucas are
fairly private, especially after dark.  Unless you turn on your "porch
lights" someone could walk by just below and never know there was anyone
there.  There's no direct line of sight anyway, but it was very quaint.
   Maybe that's why Dee stood up and peeled off what little clothing she
had on.  She reached down and pulled at my Baggies.
   I was going to fight it?  I think not!  I raised my butt off the chaise
and she pulled the shorts down and then peeled the tank top as well.
   Then she just sat back down next to me and cuddled up close.  I could
hear her breathing increase a little and I felt her rubbing her breast
against my chest rubbing the nipple hard.  I got a few low, quiet moans as
the stimulation increased.
   I felt her hand move down, wrap itself around my stiff cock, and begin
to stroke it softly.
   "I love you so much Thomas.  I can't believe I'm finally your wife and
I'm going to have our baby.  I can't think of any place I'd rather be than
with you in this beautiful place." Then she let out a very heavy sigh.
   I gave her a wide smile in the dark and whispered, "My partner, my love,
my confidant.  You're everything to me Deanna.  You have made me a complete
man.  I hope our daughter looks just like her mama, like her mother looks
just like her mama."
   Dee started, "Shit, I forgot to call mom this morning.  I guess I'll
have to do it tomorrow." Then as an afterthought, "Remind me honey?"
   "If I remember, I will remind you," I chuckled!
   "I better write it down," she said getting up off the lounger and
walking in to the casa to put a note on something.  She knows my ADD very
well!
   I watched that gorgeous ass wiggle away from me oblivious that my eyes
were raking it hungrily.  I guess I'm going to have to fill that up when
she comes back.
   "Ok, it's written down and on the front door so we can't miss it when we
go out in the morning."
   She came back, sat on the chaise, and looked over at me with a smile.  I
leaned over and kissed her passionately while I moved myself over the top
of her.  I put myself between her knees forcing her to move them apart a
little to make room.
   She pulled her face back slightly and asked, "Tommy, what the hell are
you...  ohhhyesssssss.  Ughhhhhnngggghhh.  Shit that's good," I heard from
her as my stiff penis entered her gently but with a definite purpose.
   It didn't take long before I was balls deep inside her pussy and she was
moaning quietly.  She didn't want to make too much noise because we were
outside in the open air.  What the hell, we were practically in the open
air when we were inside on the bed too.
   When I got to the bottom I just kept it deep in her rubbing my pubis
against hers making good solid contact with her clit.  She was humming and
purring while her hips wiggled all around moving me around.  I didn't have
to move at all.  She put her hands gently on my chest and massaged me
softly while we set a good rhythm using very little movement.
   She brought her thighs up around my hips with her feet locked around my
ass pushing herself up on to me smoothly as I pushed downwards.  Moaning a
little more loudly now, I dropped my mouth to hers in an attempt to quiet
the output just a little.  I was only marginally successful, but wasn't
overly concerned at the moment.  She was twitching and shaking into an
orgasm, and I wanted to come with her, so as she began falling over the
edge, I pressed home firmly and moved in a tight circle causing her to arch
upwards toward me and begin to spasm.
   "Uggghhggoddddd.  Ahhyeesssssss, filllmeeeeee," she groaned into my
mouth while her insides squeezed the warmth out of me.
   I let it go easily this time.  It was only supposed to be a quick
session that ended up lasting thirty minutes or so.  Neither of us was
going to complain.  She kept her legs wrapped around me holding her vulva
tight against my groin.  She wasn't about to let anything escape even
though she knew the goal she had set had already been accomplished.
   We stayed outside for quite some time dozing on the chaise in each
other's arms.  It's not like we needed any clothes.  It was at least 80
degrees with about 75% humidity, so clothes probably would have been a
little uncomfortable.
   Early in the morning we found ourselves under the warm water of the
shower room while we enjoyed the feel of each other's body.  Once cleaned
and rinsed, I turned her towards me and kissed her softly then looked into
her eyes.
   She had a questioning look on her face which changed to surprise when I
turned her back around and whispered in her ear to bend over and hold on to
the shower handles.
   She looked back over her shoulder as I moved up behind her slowly
inserting my rigid phallus into her welcoming vagina.  It didn't take long
before I was inside her as deeply as I could get.
   "Uhhhgawwddddd.  Fuuccckkkkthaaaasssgoooood," she moaned loudly.  She
began to wiggle her ass slowly causing the moans to be much more frequent.
While she was wiggling I was stroking, both in and out of her incredibly
tight velvet scabbard, but also with my fingers on the little soldier that
had come out to determine what it was causing all the commotion.  One hand
also moved back and forth between hardened nipples.
   With that entire happening she cried out while her pussy squeezed down
on me like a vise.  I moved my hands to her hips to hold her up while she
shook and twitched herself through the first orgasm of this day.  I had
plans for a few more.
   She stood a little straighter groaning in dismay when my softening cock
fell from its perch.  She pressed her back against me while I moved my
hands around to the front cupping her breasts in my hands.  Her hands moved
on to mine holding mine where they were.  She looked up over her shoulder
at me with a grin.  "Wow.  That was great!"
   "I thought it was rather nice myself my dear.  Now we need to revisit
the water before we head off to breakfast."
   She smiled and turned around kissing me tenderly.  "Thank you husband, I
liked that a lot!"
   I smiled at her, got the soap back into my hands and gave everything a
light going over since it had a standard wash a little earlier.
   After drying and dressing we walked hand in hand to the dining area to
find a seat and order some of the killer huevos rancheros con papas y
tocino.  I don't know if Dee noticed but certainly I noticed a few, shall
we say odd looks from some of the other guests.  Perhaps our amorous
activities hadn't been quite quiet enough for the masses.  Tough shit!
   We had a blast, ate tons of fish tacos, a Baja especial, trekked all
over southern Baja.  Had lunch at the Hotel California in Todos Santos,
stopped at nearly every beach we could get to between Cabo and La Paz,
pulled our blanket out of our VW microbus and screwed each other silly
right there in the open.  A couple times, Dee didn't even bother putting
her pants back on knowing it would only be a few minutes before she was
splayed out on her back again.
   We even were able to take in a couple shows while we were there.  One
was Peter Bacon, or Pedro Tocino, as the residents know him.  I knew Peter
from when I'd lived there.  He was from London, Ontario in Canada, had
bought a place, and moved down to be in Cabo full time.  He does a great
one-man band with keyboards.
   One day while we were wandering around we passed by Cabo Wabo, and Dee
asked me if that wasn't the place that the rocker owned.  I just nodded as
we passed by.  She said she wanted to go in and look around, so we went in.
It hadn't changed since I'd last seen it.  The drinks were still absolutely
a rip off, even by Cabo standards and the music was playing so loud you
couldn't really hear it.  It was one of those spots I had no use for.  I'll
keep my opinion of Sammy to myself, but let's just say he had a less than
an endearing personality.
   Dee wasn't all that impressed either, so when she started to drag me
back out to the street it didn't take any effort.
   "Fucking loud," she shouted at me.
   "You're not inside anymore sweetie, you don't have to yell."
   She blushed a little and shyly said, "Sorry."
   "Nothing to be sorry for baby.  I totally understand."
   "You don't like the place do you," she asked looking at me.
   "How perceptive," I replied cheekily.  "It's a 'name only' club sweetie.
It wouldn't even be in business anymore at the prices they charge.  The
only way they get away with it is the name, so no, I really don't like the
place."
   "Did you ever get to meet...  what's his name?"
   "Yeeessssss, I did.  It's one of the reasons I wouldn't do any business
in there."
   "Why not?" she queried.
   "Doesn't matter sweetie, let's just keep moving along.  It's getting
close to lunchtime.  Wanna go get a torta?"
   "A what?" she asked with big eyes.
   "A torta.  It's kind of a sandwich made with bolilla bread; grease fried
steak, and veggies.  I used to eat 4 fish tacos and a torta millenesa, just
about every day.  I was addicted."
   "Well maybe we should stay away," she said giggling.  "I'd hate to take
a junkie back to the states with me."
   "Too late," I said laughing.
   So we moseyed down to Jorge's (pronounced hor-hay) place and got some
fish tacos and a couple tortas.  I learned to make the fish tacos myself
without grease frying the breaded fish.  I bake it.
   The real secret is the rest of the stuff, only cabbage and the fish taco
secret sauce.  Oh, and the fresh pressed tortilla.  I can't tell you how
much I miss fresh tortillas.  The crap you get in the grocery stores are
dried cardboard.
   I got some masa de maiz flour and mixed it up myself, and even tried the
pre mixed stuff.  I couldn't make a tortilla to save my ass!  I even had a
tortilla press, but never got one to be close to round.  Some day I'll try
again.  Maybe after we get back, I've got a taste for them again.
   "Can you make any of this stuff," she asked munching on a piece of fresh
Dorado - dolphin fish.  Jorge was grinning from ear to ear.  It had been a
few years since I'd seen him.
   I always know how authentic a Mexican restaurant is at home when they
have "Mahi-Mahi" on the menu instead of Dorado.  Same fish guys.  You're
wannabes!
   "Yeah I can sweetie.  I make a killer fish taco, but I need to take
Maria with us to make the damned tortillas."
   Dee looked over the counter at the young Mexicana sitting in the chair
behind the counter, then looked at me and said, "That'd be ok with me." She
was grinning, and then looked at Jorge who wasn't smiling.
   "She stays here with me señorita," he said with a grin.
   I laughed, " Jorge maldito, necesito alguien hacer las tortillas
frescas. Hey, ¿Puede Maria quizá demostrar a Dee cómo hacer una tortilla
fresca?  " ("Damn Jorge, I need someone to make fresh tortillas.  Hey, can
Maria maybe show Dee how to make a fresh tortilla?")
   "S' Señor," he said with a chuckle.  Jorge spoke English as well as I
did.
   I looked at Dee and asked her, "Do you want to learn how to make a fresh
tortilla for your husband my dear?"
   She started to laugh, and nodded her head.
   So Maria took Dee under her wing while Jorge sat at the bar with me
sucking down a cerveza and talking about fishing, and Cabo in general.  He
told me he was going to retire in a year or so and go fishing every day.
   "¡Jorge usted no puede hacer eso!  ¿De dónde entonces conseguiré el
tacos de pescados?  "
   "Your Spanish is still very good my friend," he said with a grin.
   "I don't get much practice these days Jorge, maybe I'll buy a place down
here and move again."
   Dee looked over the counter at me and was nodding her head
enthusiastically.  "I think that's a great idea honey.  When should I start
packing?"
   I chuckled but she continued with a smoky look in her eyes, "I like
Maria, Tom.  If we move maybe we could hire her to make you tortillas."
   They both giggled at that, but Dee was actually doing really well at
making tortillas.  I couldn't believe it.  I was going to be able to have
fresh tortillas again.
   If you have ever had fresh pressed corn tortillas warmed in a fry pan,
you know exactly what I'm saying.  If you haven't, mis condolencias!
   We set up a dinner with Jorge and Maria while we were there and when Dee
was cleaned up from tortilla making, we bid them adieu until later that
evening.  We were going to meet at Mama's for dinner about 8pm.  I always
did enjoy Jorge's company.
   "That was fun Tommy.  I can't wait to get my own tortilla press and some
masa.  I'll make you so many tortillas you'll be sick of them."
   "I don't think you could do that honey.  You don't know how much I love
fresh tortillas and you just can't get them north of the border," I said
with a smile.  "At least in our neighborhood.  I'll take all you can make!"
   Our dinner with Jorge and Maria was very pleasant.  Dee and Maria got
along really well.  I think Dee was seriously thinking of how she could
smuggle her home with us.  I got a lot of practice with my Español.
   When we split up, I shook his hand, wished him good luck in his
retirement, and told him to keep in touch.  I'd be buying a place here so
we'd be down fairly regularly and I needed someone to go fishing with.
   I told him he was going to love all the young ladies I'd bring with me.
He smiled and said that Maria kept him quite busy.
   We exchanged addresses and phone numbers, as did Maria and Dee.  Then he
and Maria headed to their home and we went back to wandering the streets.
   It was about 11:30 and Squid Roe was just starting to come alive.  What
was "Lukas" when I lived there was now the "Hard Rock Cafe - Cabo San
Lucas," and it was jumping, as I would expect.
   Squid was always the local "meat market".  Loud rock music until 4am,
and if you wanted some pussy that was the place to go.  During the month of
spring break it was crawling out of the woodwork.  Ahhhh.  Sweet memories.
   We ended up back at the hotel about 2am and just crashed.  We were both
exhausted.  We'd spent about 2 hours dancing at Squid and I have to tell
you, the energy of youth!
   When we got up in the morning it was the next to the last day.  We'd fly
home tomorrow so today was kind of melancholy.  I did hit a couple of the
real estate offices and took a tour up in the Pedregal, but there was
nothing there that turned my crank.
   Besides it was up on the hill, much too far to walk to the beach.  I
didn't need a house anyway; a condo would do just fine.  There were a
couple nice places down on the beach.
   I'd always enjoyed the Meliá Cabo San Lucas right next to "The Office".
I can't tell you how many glasses of fresh squeezed orange juice I drank
downstairs at the Las Palmas bar.  It was my usual stop after my four or
five kilometer early morning walks on the beach.
   So we took our blanket and our towels and just sat in the sunshine not
doing much of anything that last day.  It has been a great trip, one that
I'm sure Dee would never forget.  It's always nice to tour some place like
this with someone who knows the place.  Even though it had changed a whole
lot, it was still familiar territory.
   I love the place.  I love the people.  I love the pace.  We're going to
have to find a place to buy and plan on coming down on a regular basis. 
The schools down here are a far cry better than the ones you find north of
the border it's just that attendance isn't mandatory.
   I like to ocean fish and there isn't any better place I've found.  Tuna,
Marlin, Sailfish, Dorado, Roosterfish, Wahoo, you name it they're there,
and you can't beat fresh fish on the grille.
   I forgot to ask Jorge about the shrimp boats.  When I was living there,
my friend and compadre, Johnny would take one of the Clembo's jet ski's out
to the shrimp boats and brought back a couple of kilos of giant tiger
shrimp that were already cleaned, de-veined and butterflied.  The cost of
almost 5 lbs of those shrimp was about $11US.  We just pulled them out of
the bag, drowned them in melted butter and tossed them on the BBQ.  Fresh
shrimp on the barbie, and a few Pacifico's in the barrios.  It didn't get
any better than that!
   But like anything else, all good things must come to an end.  We made
our way to the airport about 10:30 the next morning and the crew was
already present, all chipper and ready to go.
   Leslie laughed when she saw Dee.  The whole time we were there Dee had
the appearance of a "well fucked woman" and today was no different.
   "What?" Dee asked defensively when she saw the look on her face.
   Leslie laughed and pulled Dee aside whispering, "You look like you two
did nothing but fuck the whole time you were here."
   Dee turned bright red but turned to look at Leslie with a smile and then
leaned in giving her a very nice kiss, which was returned in kind.  "We did
more than just that," she chuckled with mock indignation.  "Besides it's
our honeymoon, I'm entitled."
   So we went through the routine again, and once we'd taxied out and took
off, we were on our way.  In a few minutes Leslie came in with drinks for
us, and smiled at Dee very sensuously, which Dee picked up on right away.
   She leaned down and whispered into Dee's ear, "Would you like to go for
mile high bi?"
   I guess she didn't think that I'd heard what she said, but before Dee
could answer with anything other than a huge smile, I stood up and
stretched.  Then looked at the two of them and said I was going forward to
visit with the rest of the crew.
   Dee looked at me with those damned smoky eyes, and smiled.  "Don't get
lost sailor," she said humorously.
   I closed the door behind me so they could have some privacy and went
forward to chat with the pilot and copilot for a while.
   When I got to the cockpit they both looked at me with wondering looks. I
just smiled at them, took a sip of my drink, sat in the seat behind them,
and said, "Mile High Bi."
   They both got a grin and acknowledged.  We had a great conversation for
about 45 minutes until Leslie came back out of the cabin looking totally
refreshed
   We knew that though because when they started the shower, Steve, the
copilot flipped a couple switches above his head and said, "Shower's
started.  They must be finished."
   We got a good chuckle out of that.  "You mean -- ?"
   Both turned with huge grins nodding their heads.  I just shook mine with
a smile.
   So Leslie came forward with Dee right behind her.  I stood up to give
her the seat and when I did, Leslie threw her arms around my neck and put a
kiss on me that I'll not soon forget.  When she pulled her face back, she
was staring into my eyes and said, "Thank you.  That was very nice." Then
with a big grin, "You're next!"
   She said something in airlineese to Randy, the pilot, to which he
nodded, and got on the radio.  In about two minutes, he looked back at
Leslie with a grin and gave her thumbs up.  So whatever had been requested
was ok.
   With a big grin, Dee sat down in the seat I'd been in, while Leslie put
her arms around me and started to pull.
   I looked up and saw Dee's eyes sparkling, and she said almost so nobody
could hear it, "Go on.  Enjoy...  Oh.  Can I?" She pointed her head towards
the crew, but I got what she was asking.  I nodded with a smile.
   I looked up at Leslie who was smiling brightly while tugging at my arm
gently.  I just shrugged and thought to myself, "What the fuck, might as
well."
   I followed her through the door and closed it behind me but no lock.  No
sooner than the door was closed and I turned around, Leslie was standing
next to the bed with nothing on but panties and a smile.
   By the time I got to the bed, she was on it without any panties, and I'd
just gotten my boxers off in time to kneel on the edge.  I dropped myself
to lay next to her moving to cover her lips with mine.  The Kiss was very
nice.  It was definitely a 'fuck me' kiss so I knew what the task at hand
would bring.
   When the kiss was over, she looked longingly into my eyes and said
softly, "Dee told me about you!  Can I make a request?"
   Like I didn't know what was coming.  I nodded my head with an evil grin.
   When she looked at me it was with a shy look like she really didn't know
how to ask, but she whispered, "Can I have 'the works'?"
   I looked at her surprised and asked, "The works?"
   "Yeah, everything.  With a cherry on top, and if you really want a
cherry, give me a minute and I'll go get some with whipped cream," she
giggled.
   I chuckled and said, "I don't think you need to go quite that far, but
what you're telling me is that there aren't any limits?"
   "Nope.  I'm ready for anything you can dish out.  I hope!"
   So I leaned down and put my lips to hers again and before getting
started with my exploration, I asked, "How long do we have?"
   "As long as it takes Tom, as long as it takes," grinning like a Cheshire
cat.
   To my querying eyes she said, "Randy asked to be put into a holding
pattern off shore until we were ready to land and was given permission, so
we'll be circling from about San Luis Obispo to Monterey or probably Santa
Cruz, until the shower goes on.  Then they'll call for a landing sequence,
and we'll be on our way."
   I looked at her incredulously, "You can do that?"
   "Oh yeah.  I can't tell you how many times we've done that exact circle
when those horny girls haven't finished with Bob."
   I lowered my mouth to hers and the marathon was under way.  Needless to
say I spent a good hour and a half playing with young Leslie.  By the time
I'd worked on her pussy with my mouth for about 20 minutes she was wiggling
and shaking all over the place.  I'm sure that's what Dee had emphasized,
so I made sure to give her a good professional mustache ride.
   When she finally pushed my head away from her pussy and told me she was
too sensitive, I began my slow crawl up her body.  I looked her in the eyes
and we shared some loving kisses before she looked at me with half
recovered dreamy eyes and whispered, "Fuck me Tom.  I want you inside me,
no, I need you in me!"
   I leaned my head down and gave her a very tender kiss while I positioned
my hard cock at the entrance to her sex.  When she felt the tip of my cock
start pushing her labia aside, she moaned loudly, and hissed, "OhhYesssss.
Thaatttt's the spotttttllovvveerrrr.  Oh push baby, push."
   So I slowly pushed into her until our pubic bones were formally
introduced.  Her body stiffened as soon as my bone touched her clit.  I
didn't even have to move she was so sensitive and ready.  I felt those
tight muscles inside of her start to work on me, but I wasn't ready to come
that quickly.  I waited for her to come around from her latest visit to the
mystical valley of "O".  I began a slow stroke with her.  We set up a very
nice slow, gentle rhythm and just stroked each other for a long time.  She
had a couple small visits to "O world," but I could tell she was building
up to a monster, so I just teased her along, letting it become more and
more intense.
   By the time she was at the very edge of the precipice, I was almost
there myself, so when she arched up and got very stiff, I was ready for the
milking that was going to happen inside her vagina.  I wasn't disappointed.
I'm sure that the crew heard her moans and screams of more, more, and more
and can only imagine the smile on Dee's face.  It was almost like she'd let
me do that so she could look at the woman and without words say, "I get
that every day if I want it!"
   Dee's just not that way, but she did enjoy letting me work another woman
over.  I think every one had walked away wondering what had just happened
to them.  I love to make a woman go over that edge.
   When Leslie finally came around to recovery, our eyes met then I dropped
my face to kiss her.  I thought she was going to suck me into her body with
her mouth.  She was so turned on and hot, but she couldn't take any more.
She had me wrapped up tight and her legs weren't about to let me slide out
of her.
   I was shrinking though and as much as it would have been fun to
continue, I think both of us were very worn out.
   We lay there for about 15 minutes in each other's arms, kissing,
nibbling, licking, and just enjoying the euphoria of an incredible fuck.
   But just like the trip, all good things have an end, so we slowly got up
and made our way to the shower that had been installed on board.
   About five minutes after the shower turned on, I felt the plane make a
different turn and had to hold on to Leslie to keep from falling over.  She
laughed and said, "Randy just put us in the landing pattern, and so
depending on where we were in the loop we should be landing in maybe 20 or
30 minutes."
   Then looking into my eyes she put her arms around my neck and kissed me
so softly and sexy I thought I'd fall over.  Then she looked at me tenderly
and whispered, "Thank you Tom.  I can't believe Dee was ok with that.  If
you were mine I'd have you locked in a cage." She chuckled with an evil
grin and began to blush.
   "Thank you Leslie.  You are a very passionate lover.  I'm sure that some
man will want to put you in a cage at some point in time.  Did Dee tell you
how to find us?"
   She nodded shyly.  A big smile came on her face, her eyes sparkling.
   "Feel free," I ventured.  "I'm sure Dee would love to see you again
too."
   Then she really blushed bright red, but nodded her head.
   While all of this was going on we had gotten out of the shower, dried
off and put our clothes back on.  By some previous unspoken agreement she
grabbed the microphone and called the cockpit to see if everything was ok
for us to come out.
   We didn't want to catch Dee in the middle of whatever it was she was
doing, though when we got to the front and saw the smiles on all three
faces, we knew that things had gone the way Dee had hoped.
   "We should be on the ground in about fifteen folks, so you should
probably head back and strap in for landing.  It'll take us about five
minutes or so to taxi over to the 'private' hanger areas and park.  I
already called ahead so there's a limo waiting to run you home."
   We thanked him profusely, and Randy turned around with a grin and
looking right at Dee said, "No, thank you!"
   I hadn't seen Dee blush that red in a long time, but she smiled and gave
both Randy and Steve a quick peck on the lips and we made our way with
Leslie back to the cabin and our seats.
   Leslie asked us if we needed anything else, and looking at each other
with knowing grins, said, "No.  Not at the moment, but maybe later."
   She laughed and went to the inter cabin mic and let them know we were
all ready for landing and that she was going to strap in a seat with us.
   We landed, and said our "see ya laters" while our baggage was being
unloaded and put into the limo.  Dee took Leslie aside and made sure she
knew that she'd be welcome any time.  She told her that we always had a
house full of guests, and that I was getting all kinds of strange pussy all
the time, so if she wanted another dose, it was probably doable.  They were
both giggling and smiling, by the time we loaded into the limo and headed
out.
   Arm in arm the three of them went back to the plane to secure it until
they had another assignment.  This one had been one of the better they'd
had in a very long time.
   Little did we know that it would continue in some ways.
   
  
Chapter 27 - The Honeymoon