Montell or Rodrigo?

The morning had arrived. Jordan woke up, “I have to go to my room for a while, call my--”

He nodded, “I’ll see you around noon, I made reservations for lunch, and later, I scheduled us a private boat ride.”

She smiled, “Look at you.”

“Trying to make it a weekend you’ll never forget.” She kissed him and left.

As she walked down the hall, she spoke briefly with Dave. The usual banter. She could barely hear him. He was out driving on a golf cart.

She got to her floor, and Rodrigo appeared. She saw him leaving a room down the hall. He approached her, “When do I get a whole weekend?”

She smiled, “Atlanta?”

“Mi morenita, that was just a night.”

She opened her door. He followed her inside. “What about your girlfriend? You know the same stuff you do with me; you can do with her.”

“I know, but she still won’t be you. She won’t move like you, smell like you, feel like you, or taste like you.”

She looked into his eyes, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him in. Her tongue found him and they kissed rapidly, just like that first time in Atlanta.

She stopped, “I only have a few hours. If I kiss it and let you wet it one more time. Can you just give me this time and I swear, I’ll give you a weekend, just us, anywhere you want to go.”

“You promise.”

She grinned and traveled down and filled her mouth with him. His hands-on her head, the slurping sounds, she played with his balls. His toes curled and he moaned. He tapped out. She stood and said, “You wanna feel me papi?”

“Si mami.” He lifted her and entered. She held on tightly as he bounced her up and down. He paused and started kissing her mouth and breasts. He let her down. And for the first time, he turned her around and entered from behind.

Her hands-on the wall, his on hers as he thrust powerfully while kissing her back. As her leg began to tremble, he reached down and lifted her right leg and continued, while she cried out his name. He finished. She turned to him. He kissed her mouth. She looked into his eyes, “I’ll give you a weekend.” She kissed him again before watching him leave.

*************

Jordan stood in the shower. She laughed out loud. She had not had sex in months and within the past week, everywhere she turned, she was running into dick.

And not just any old dick, some A1 premium dick attached to two decent men.

Maybe Montell was right, she wanted more than just convenience, but if she had to choose, who would it be?

She smiled and exfoliated.

After her shower, she looked at outfits when she received a text from Montell, wear the off-the-shoulder blue one. She smiled, picked it up off the bed, and slipped into it. She wore her hair curly and had a small bag and shades to match.

She opened the door and he was there wearing nice khaki shorts and a polo shirt, “You look beautiful baby.”

*************

After dinner and walking, they arrived at the docks and boarded a small yacht. The captain spoke over a mini sound system and his wife handed Montell and Jordan a glass of champagne and showed them around the vessel.

As they sailed, they saw a boating community, where people lived on the water. They saw celebrity houses, and people hanging out drinking. She rubbed her arms. He stood behind her and wrapped his around her, “Let me keep you warm, he said and she turned to kiss him.

He walked around the rear of the boat and motioned for her to follow, so they could be alone. He lifted her chin, and their lips touched, his hands caressed her. He looked into her eyes, she shook her head, “Really Montell?”

He nodded, “We already did it on a plane, may as well on a boat, then maybe we can try a car.”

She laughed, “What if someone sees us? Hears us.”

“It’s dark, and the people are in the front. We can be quiet. Come here.” He took her hand and let her feel how he grew inside of his shorts. He sat back on a bench area and pulled her towards him. “Sit on my lap.” She looked around, there was no one side from a few boats passing at a distance. He was ready to receive her as she mounted him.

He kissed her back as she rocked on top. His left hand held her left breast, while the other was under her dress, making circles. They were quiet as they could be, hearts racing, and beads of sweat started to form. He bit her gently and whispered, “Oh baby, so good.” He felt her leg tightening. She tried to close it, but he held it, “That’s it, yeah, right there. I feel you, um.” He whispered in her ear. She turned to him. He witnessed the moisture in her eyes, “Damn baby, I made you cry.” She smiled. He continued to move inside of her until she felt him hold her tightly and quietly let out, “Ahhhh, sssssss, mmmm. Fuck.”

She stood. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He smiled.

After a beautiful boat ride, they headed back to the hotel. They were on the elevator. When her floor arrived, she was about to get off, but he held her hand, “You are coming with me.”

“You’re not tired of me?”

“Naw. Besides, I didn’t get to hear you scream like you normally do, you know that turns me on.”

They got off on the ninth floor and went into his room. She turned to him, “Tomorrow is our last day.”

He pulled her close, “I know. I wish it wasn’t over so soon.”

He looked down into her eyes, “For me, this wasn’t just about hooking up.”

“Really….”

He smiled, “I’m serious. I’m digging you. And I don’t know what’s going to happen after tomorrow, but damn…it’s going to be hard for me not to think about you.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean.”

“Let’s go to sleep.”

“Are we sleeping or other things?”

He grinned, “Go to the bedroom and find out.”

He slapped her ass.

Spooning, he wrapped her tightly with one arm and his hand shimmied her down below. Slow strokes, “Baby, yes.” She said as she tightened her walls around him.

“Shit. Keep doing that, I love it when you do that, make it tight baby.” He felt her start to shake and grabbed her right leg and held it.

He pulled out and went to missionary. Her breasts wobbled as he gave her long, hard deep strokes. He looked down and bit his lip, “I wanna hear you, baby. That’s right.” She called his name and moaned. He paused and held it steady while he kissed and licked her neck until he had a mouth full of her tits. He started again and she lost it, “Fuck baby, wait, wait.”

“Um, um,” he replied. He kept going until she bit down on his shoulder.

She kissed it, “I’m sorry.”

He laughed, “It’s okay, now, turn that ass over.” He watched as her pretty dark brown ass tooted up in the air. He pulled her legs until she was flat on her stomach; he inserted and laid on top of her. He pushed and pumped and trusted faster until he popped on her back. He watched as it was released. He slapped her butt and watched it jiggle. “You have a pretty ass.” He smiled. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.