First Encounter

The flight was long and tiresome, as all flights to resorts in remote areas of the world tend to be. The initial trip to the airport and boarding of the first plane was full of eager jubilation. But after a flight delay, 2 lay-overs, and a turbulent flight aboard a plane which he was certain should have been retired after the Cold War, Lip and his wife finally pulled into the resort they would call home for the next week. Wearily, they made it to their room and, without so much as unpacking their suitcases, both collapsed in exhaustion onto the bed.

Lip awoke sometime later. After a few vacations that were marred from sleeping too much on the first day, he was cautious to not oversleep on his first night. The downside of traveling great distances was the ease in which he could fall into a bad sleeping schedule and get out of sync with his plans. True, most of their plans for this trip involved sitting by a beach with a cold drink and a book, but it would be easier to enjoy that if the sun were out. Lip wasn't going to miss out on it.

"Hey, don't fall asleep just yet," he told Kell, gently rubbing her shoulder. "It's only 5 pm. We should try to stay awake for a little bit, just yet. It'll make adjusting to the time difference go more smoothly."

"Mm," Kell responded.

"Kell?"

"Mm."

"... Kell?" He rubbed her shoulder a little more. "I'm going to head down to the bar for a bit and get a drink."

"Mm, ok." She reached her hand out and pulled the covers further up over her shoulder and adjusted the pillow.

"You're going to regret sleeping all day when you're wide awake at 4 am." He smiled, kissing her gently on her forehead before pulling his sandals out of his bag. Patting himself down to confirm he had his essentials, he smiled at Kel before turning towards the door and closing it gently behind him.

The resort they chose was carefully selected. They didn't need anything fancy with well dressed servants holding doors open and attending to every need they could possibly have. They wanted something low key, with easy access to a beach and a decent sized bar. What they found was exactly that. The reviews labeled it as a hidden gem in the Caribbean, and after scouting out the bar and dining area with a perfect view to the setting sun, Lip couldn't agree more.

The bar was fairly busy this time of evening, and he only saw a few open stools to choose from. He picked one off to the side next to the corner of the L shaped bar and made his way towards it. Seated next to it was a lone woman, wearing a knee-length sundress of light fabric and printed with colorful tropical birds and fauna. Her long blonde hair fell in careless curls past her shoulders. Lip didn't like his chances that he chose a seat being held for someone else but, as he often said, 'You never know until you try.'

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" He put on his friendliest voice he could muster.

"No, it's all yours," she responded, gesturing to the open seat while inching hers away to give him more room.

Lip took a seat and scanned around the bar for a drink menu. He spotted one in front of his new friend, but before he could ask for it she grabbed it and slid it across to him.

"Ah, you read my mind," he said with a smile.

"I did, and you should be ashamed of yourself," she chuckled.

Lip chuckled back. "Hey, don't kink shame me."

She laughed, a hearty laugh that seemed to change her demeanor. She looked over at him. Her blue eyes hid behind a pair of wire framed glasses. She had a softness about her face that almost took Lip off-guard.

The bartender made her way over, placing a coaster in front of Lip and smiled. "Hi there, what would you like?"

Lip was still mulling over the menu of beers, mixed drinks, and everything in between. "Well... I don't know. This is a pretty important decision. I know you're only allowed one drink here." The bartender's broad, beaming smile perfectly contrasted her dark complexion and brown eyes. Her hair was straight and pulled back to a long ponytail. Lip was sure working behind a bar left no time for a hairstyle that required any level of upkeep. He couldn't tell if she was naturally tall, or the seat he was on put him at a disadvantage, but she loomed over him in a way that didn't feel intimidating.

"Don't worry," she said warmly. "You can order all the drinks you want. If you start making trouble, you'll get introduced to security and won't be my problem anymore." Her light accent made her veiled threat sound almost fun, but Lip had no intention of calling her bluff.

"I'll take a strawberry margarita, blended. Please and thank you." She smiled and nodded, grabbing the necessary glasses and items.

"Wow, a sense of humor and manners? What planet are you from?" his neighbor said.

Lip smiled. "Wisconsin. We've got most of the friendliness of Canadians." He smiled back at her, offering his hand. "I'm Ryan, but most people call me Lip."

She took his hand with a shake. "I'm Felicia. Lip? That's an interesting nickname. Dare I ask the story behind it?"

He shrugged. "There's not much of a story. I got into a fight when I was a kid with a group of older boys. One of them split my lip open but they left me and my friends alone after that, and the name stuck."

"Wow," she said, with her eyes shot open. "That's intense."

He shrugged again. "Maybe, I don't really know. Boys fight over dumb things, I'm sure."

The bartender soon returned with his drink, which turned out to be much larger and far more potent than he anticipated. His eyes shot open and his face puckered involuntarily.

"Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah... no problem." Lip responded, licking his lips. "Any chance I could get some margarita with this tequila?"

The bartender laughed. "There wasn't much left in the bottle, so you got what's left. I can remake it if you'd like."

"Oh, no, no way. That's alcohol abuse and where I come from that's punishable by excommunication."

"And where is it that you come from?"

"Wisconsin, basically southern Canada," Felicia interjected with a smile.

Lip cocked an eyebrow and gestured at her. "If you have any more questions, please direct them to my assistant Felicia. She's already read my mind and knows everything."

"Will do," the bartender said with a smile before walking to the other end of the bar.

Lip took a long pull from his drink before wincing and smacking his lips slightly. "You going to make it back to your room? Or should I have hotel staff on standby?" she joked.

"I've got a crisp $50 if you could get one of those luggage carts ready and wheel me back to the general vicinity of my room." She laughed. "No, I'll be fine. I don't plan on blacking out just yet. I've only been here a few hours."

"Same," she responded. "We're not leaving until next week, so I'll save the heavy drinking until the day before."

"Oh, neat. Us too. I take it you're here with your.. husband? Boyfriend? Wife?"

"Husband. He's in the room, asleep. He booked a fishing trip tomorrow and wants to be rested for it." Her voice and face soured slightly. Lip caught it, but it was clear she was hiding something.

"It doesn't seem like, and pardon me if this is out of turn, you're excited."

She shook her head. "Fishing isn't really my thing."

Lip nodded slowly. "Oh. Sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's fine," she cut in. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to. We both planned on something to do individually, I just didn't think his would be on the first day."She took a slip from her wine glass before spinning the stem slightly between her fingers.

"Oh... well, still. Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Please," she waved her hand dismissively. "And you? You're here with..."

"My wife. She's also upstairs sleeping off the miserable trip we just completed to get down here" He took another long sip from his margarita before licking his lips. "I think this thing is like 50% tequila."

"Care for a second opinion?" Felicia said, grabbing a straw from the container on the bar. Lip gently slid the glass near her. She leaned over, placing the straw in his drink and softly curling her lips around the other end. Lip watched as the fluid inside climbed up the straw to her mouth. She looked up over her glasses at him, making brief eye contact. Sitting back upright in her chair, her face had a similar reaction to his.

"I'll be expecting a letter of apology on my desk first thing in the morning." They both chuckled. As Lip returned to stirring his drink up with his straw, Felicia reached over and grabbed hers. Pulling it from his mug, she stuck her tongue out and licked off the lingering ice mix from it before wrapping her lips around it and cleaning the rest of it off. Lip's eyebrows shot open slightly and his gaze bounced between her and his glass.

"Oh, sorry," she said with an embarrassed look. "I've had a few glasses of wine, so I'm... yeah, sorry."

Lip stayed silent for a moment. He looked across to her and saw a single strand of hair fall from her glasses over her face. His hand stuttered slightly as he stopped himself from brushing it aside. "No, it's fine. Don't worry." He focused back on his beverage, playing with the straw as he finished up the last bit of it. He could feel his inhibitions slipping, and sensed that Felicia's probably were too. He caught himself daydreaming about an alternate universe where they crossed paths in a different scenario, but shut those thoughts down right away. If his mind wandered, he knew where it would go. "I should probably call it a night."

"Oh," Felicia said, looking at her phone. "Oh yeah, same. I didn't realize what time it was." She gathered her things and hopped down off the chair.

Lip stood up as well, stretching his arms and back out before running his hand through his hair. "So... it was nice getting to know you. Maybe... I'll run into you later?"

She smiled. "I hope so." She reached out his hand to shake his. "Good night, Lip."

Lip smiled and turned to walk away. Right before exiting the room, he turned to find her one last time. He saw her going down an opposite hall before turning. Their eyes met momentarily before she smiled and turned away. Lip continued down the hall, his heart pounding and mind racing. It was just the alcohol, nothing more.

The next day didn't bring any surprises or, thankfully, headaches. Lip slept like a rock, though he dreamt of Felicia. Not in a sexual way, but a rather normal way. They were sitting and discussing something rather mundane, but the whole thing felt more... intimate. Not the conversation itself, but the chemistry with her. He quickly cleared it from his mind. It was just a dream, nothing more.

He spent the day together with Kell, sitting on comfortable Adirondack chairs in the shade, looking out over golden sands to an azure ocean, and sipping on perfectly chilled drinks. They didn't have the kick as the one from the previous night, but that was probably a good thing. Lip didn't think he could handle more than 2 of that variety in a sitting.

As the sun started to set lower to the horizon, Kel yawned and stretched. "Babe, I don't think I have the energy for much tonight. I'm sorry."

Lip smiled, reassuringly. "It's okay. This just means I get to say 'I told you so.'"

She smiled back at him. "I know, I know. I promise tomorrow I'll be better, okay?'

He nodded and smiled back. "I know, baby. I'm going to hang out for a bit."

"Of course. No problem. I'll see you when you get back to the room, whenever that is."

She left him with a kiss and headed back to the room. Lip sat there momentarily, taking in the view of the sunset surrounded by the sounds of an ever populating lounge. It seemed as though most people were starting to gather for a stage of live music. Lip didn't find himself in the correct mood and decided to take a walk back around the resort to the pool and hot tub area. It wasn't until he rounded the corner that he heard a very familiar voice.

"Hey."

He turned, but didn't need to confirm what he thought. Felicia. "Oh, hey friend," he said with a smile. "How's it going?'

She shrugged. "Not bad, I suppose."

Her answer spoke volumes. Lip was still feeling the effect of his last round of beer.

"Hubby still fishing?" He had never been so bold in his life.

She nodded. "Yeah. But it's okay. I was just going to head to a tiki bar I saw earlier today. It looked pretty cool, and right next to the beach. Care to join me?"

Lip nodded. "Sure, sounds fun." That's all this was. Fun. Nothing more.

She smiled and guided him along the path to the far side of the resort. Just beyond the fence of the patio, but still within the resort grounds was the tiki bar in question. A small stand, built from bamboo and straw, there was a small crowd of people around it already. All holding fruity drinks, they were chatting loudly and enjoying the start of their evening.

Lip and Felicia began to snake their way through the crowd, trying to slide their shoulders between and around groups of people. Lip moved a step faster than Felicia and, without thinking the movement through, reached back to grab her hand. She took it, instinctively.

Lip stopped in his tracks, looking down at their tangled fingers. His gaze landed on her face again, looking up at him with warmth behind her eyes. His heart was beating in his ears as he reached out with his other hand, slowly pulling her in by her waist. She pressed her body into his, placing her hands on his arms. He slipped his free hand behind her head and pulled her in for a long, intentional kiss. She inhaled sharply through her nose as their tongues met and slipped past one another. He gently bit the top of her lip before pressing his forehead into hers with his eyes closed.

"It's too busy here," he whispered.

She smiled and nodded.

"Want to go for a walk?"

Her smile grew as she nodded again.

She turned and hurried away, still holding onto his hand. Following the footpath out of the hotel grounds, they soon found themselves moving deeper into the local forest. With the sun fully set, they were forced to use their phones to light the way. They didn't know where they were going, only that they were looking for privacy.

And it wasn't long before they heard it.

What started as sounding like the babbling trickle of a nearby brook, they eventually stumbled upon a small waterfall pouring into a pool of water, no deeper than their waists. Felicia stopped first, admiring their find. Lip walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her into him. She returned the gesture by leaning her head into his chest and gently kissing his neck. His hands slowly worked their way over her body, across the curves of her hips, up her stomach and cupping and squeezing her breasts. She let out a soft moan as he moved one hand slowly down her waist and gently massaged between her thighs. Even through the light fabric of her dress, she still let out a brief shudder and her knees buckled slightly.

"Sorry," Lip whispered.

"No, no..." she whispered back, breathing heavily into his ear. "No one has touched me like that in a while. Or touched me that well..." It was true, his hands knew where Felicia wanted them to go. She slowly pulled up the front of her dress with one hand while guiding Lip's hand back down. "Keep going."

Lip wordlessly but eagerly obeyed. His hands found their way, delicately yet deliberately staying above the fabric. Every movement along her slit separated only by the thinnest of material served to push her mind into overdrive. She found herself aching for more; more of his touch, his breathing, his lips on hers. More of him. She surrendered her body to him.

After moving his fingers back up to the elastic band of her panties, he methodically slipped them under. Felicia's breathing quickened as she felt his fingertip slide along the top of her seam before moving down to the bottom. She took a breath in anticipation.

Slowly, he slid the tip of his finger in and ran it back up. He pressed his hand firmly against her skin and gently rubbed in a circle. Her breathing quickened, and she let out an involuntary moan. She closed her eyes tight and squeezed his arm in her hands. She leaned back and nibbled on his ear, breathing her hot and heavy breath directly into it.

Pressing her ass against him, she could feel the unmistakable bulge in his pants. She reached her hand around and felt it, desperate for it.

He smiled. "You may."

Under his words, she melted. Any remaining part of her that had any objections disappeared in a flash. She was now his.

He gave her neck one final kiss before removing his hands from her. In an instant, she turned to face him and wrapped her leg around his body and passionately pulled him into her. She kissed him the way she wanted to be kissed, the way she had missed being kissed. She kissed him with purpose.

She belatedly pulled herself from his embrace and, in one smooth motion, pulled her dress over her head and left it in a pile on the ground next to her. Standing there, bathed in the moonlight and the infinite universe above, she unclasped her bra and dropped in the pile. Her body was as wonderful as Lip had pictured it. Every curve, dimple, and crease were perfectly etched into her body as a compliment to a woman who has lived a rich life. She stood there, naked and exposed to him, and all he could do was smile.

"God damn. You're... perfect."

Felicia couldn't help but blush. She wasn't without her flaws, but it had been years since anyone seemed to awestruck at the sight of her. She took a few steps forward before falling to her knees. She slowly unbuckled his belt and worked on his zipper, never once breaking eye contact. Dropping his pants to his ankles, she delicately but playfully grabbed the top of his boxers. Inch by inch she pulled them down, until finally she freed what she had been yearning for.

She took it in her hand, stroking it gently from base to tip and looked up at him. Lip was biting his lip with his eyes firmly shut. Clearly, it had been a while since anyone had noticed his needs. She would be sure to make up for that.

She continued to stroke it until she finally placed the tip of her tongue along the base and ran it up the underside to the head. She felt his body shudder. She smiled.

"Sorry?" she said playfully.

Lip laughed, but remained quiet.

She kissed the head before slowly working her mouth down, inch by methodical inch. Each movement of her head elicited a reaction from Lip, moaning and placing his hand on her head. She worked it down further, continuing to pump whatever wasn't in her mouth until there was nothing left. His deep breath and long sigh gave her the reassurance she needed. She slid it back out of her mouth, leaving her lips on the head before releasing it with a loud pop. Taking a moment to catch her breath she rhythmically worked her head back and forth, taking him down and back up before plunging it all the way down as far as it would go.

Lip tensed up, taking a breath before exhaling. He had no words to offer, but Felicia could tell she was the reason why. It only served in making her desire, to please him and for him, to swell.

Lip's knees buckled as Felicia quickened her pace, using her hand while she caught her breath. With each passing second, she could feel his hips move in sync with her head. She moved his free hand to her head. She wanted him to take over. Her message was received.

Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, he began thrusting himself down her throat. He would pause momentarily before pulling out again, causing her to gag and gasp for air. Her hands slide back down her panties, finding the same spot Lip had found moments earlier, only now nearly dripping from their encounter. While Lip took control of her mouth, she massaged herself, getting soaked with each passing minute. She had longed for this level of attention, starved for the feeling of being a token of lust for someone else. She yearned for the feeling of the touch of skin against hers, of beads of sweat running down her body.

She could feel herself inching towards the edge of climax. She wasn't sure if she could hold it, but thankfully she wouldn't have to find out.

"Fuck," Lip stammered. Releasing her head, he took control of himself, quickly pumping the length of his shaft. Felicia sat back, mouth open and tongue out.

Feeling it begin to well up in his cock, with a deep breath he took one last stroke. The instant the first ropey strand landed on her tongue, she treated Lip to an Earth shattering sensation and returning him back down her throat. His body shook and contorted and he struggled to stay balanced on his feet. Felicia took every last drop, ensuring she cleaned him up after he was finished. He staggered back a few feet before falling to his back and laying there, staring at the sky. Felicia returned her fingers to her panties, taking in his glistening cock and labored breathing. The orgasm she felt rippled through her body, and she fell forward bracing herself with her free hand. She shook and convulsed, sweat dripping off her breasts onto the sand below before she rocked her head back, eyes shut and mouth agape.

The sensation was powerful, almost overwhelmingly so. She took a moment to collect herself and slow her breathing down before crawling over to Lip and resting her head on his shoulder. There, they both laid, gazing at the moon and lost in the sound of the running water next to them. Lip rubbed her side with his hand, pulling her close to him. Eventually, he spoke.

"So that was..." he couldn't find the words. There were none. Crazy? Amazing? A colossal risk? The strongest orgasm he had ever felt? Was there a word that meant all of this?

"Yeah," Felicia responded. She wouldn't need fictional mind reading powers to know what Lip was thinking. She was thinking the same thing. "I don't regret this."

Lip nodded. "Same." He turned to look at her, face covered in sweat, makeup slightly smeared and hair disheveled. "Next time..." he started.

"Next time will be better." That was a bold claim, but one she was happy to challenge herself with.

He chuckled. "Maybe..." he started before stopping to consider his next words.

"Wanna ask that bartender to join us?"

Lip raised his eyebrows. He was not expecting that. "Well... I mean, yeah, but that's not what I was going to say. Wait, think she would be down? I'm asking for a friend..."

Felicia laughed. The same laugh as last night. The laugh not even she had heard in a while. "I think once I tell her how good you are with your hands, we could convince her."

Lip chuckled. "Yeah?" Felicia nodded eagerly. "Well, I've got great news for you. I'm much better with my tongue."

She felt a very positive reaction to that. She found herself fantasizing about that while kissing him, and it had been a while since anyone even offered. "Deal." She rolled over, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek before standing upright. "I need to head back. I'll have to shower and get cleaned up a little."

Lip wordlessly watched her get dressed, following every line and curve of her silhouette. He was absolutely mesmerized by her. The few remaining days they had here was the last thing on his mind. All he could think about was getting her alone again.

"I'll be seeing you again, Felicia," he finally managed, grinning ear to ear.

"Can't wait," she said with a smirk. "Sweet dreams, Lip." And with that, she brushed a delicate finger along his cheek and made her way back to the hotel.

'They won't be sweet enough without you,' he said to himself.