The First Dates at the Airport: Chapter 1
Chapter 5
Santa Cruz, where our private getaway awaited us. Well, mostly private aside from the hostel. A hostel that provided nightly shared meals, a handmade sauna, and private suites beneath tropical shade. It also provided access to the lake, proximity to street markets in San Marcos, the neighboring lake port town. I’d hope she enjoyed it.
Her hair was put in her messy bun again. “A boat to our private getaway?”
“A trolley across a small sea. We’ll travel to other towns too using these boats.”
“How interesting. Do you have this all planned out? More importantly, for how long have you had this planned out?”
“Since I was younger, early 20s, maybe even 20 as a matter of fact. The perfect place to sweep a girl off her feet. But I don’t have it all planned out, we have options. But I’m sure you’ll love a few of them at least.”
“Oh, shut up already romantic, and take me to your dream getaway.”
As she hopped on the boat.
I hopped on, and off we went, Lake Atitlán welcoming us with splashing waves and a noisy boat ride full of native tongues towards Santa Cruz. We passed other neighboring port towns, people jumping off piers, and Lila pointing with a nod of her head. We arrived at Santa Cruz, where our home for the next three days awaited us.
Grabbing abbed our bags, I asked for a private room, preferably below the treetops. The treetops were built by a massive Ceiba tree. It shaded the entire property and had bedrooms built beneath it. Our room overlooked the lake, and the pricing was manageable for me.
“So you’re telling me this is our private getaway. That I met you yesterday and here we are today. Crazy how time moves like that.”
“Time becomes interesting when you’re a traveler. You start to notice just how much time is wasted among others. It gets frustrating for me personally. But this is home for now.”
“Well, you can say that again. The traveler thing gets a bit douchy don’t you think?”
She said with a nasty smile.
She sprawled out on the bed, and I joined her. Meeting lips once again. She flipped me over.
“Let’s get something straight, you maniac, it’s my turn tonight.”
I shrugged. “Who needs turns anyway? “
“I’ll oh, I’ll…I’ll do something about that. Now tell me about your trip here in your 20s. I want to know about this past. When were you diagnosed with schizophrenia?”
“I was 22. This trip was my first one with a pal. Jack. He’s still one of my best mates to this day. We came here with his partner at the time, did our share of partying in Panajel and then came here to relax.”
“You third wheeled a trip to this place.”
“Yeah, pretty brutal right?”
“When I was 20, I’d just graduated my sophomore year, depressed as ever. Actually, one of the hardest periods of my life. I was partying and drinking in the city more often than not. Bit of a night owl even. My friends slowly started to fade away.”
“Well at least…well actually that sounds terrible.”
“Thank you for correcting yourself, that was sweet. You don’t compare battleships, do you?”
“Hmm, you remembered.”
“Reader I told you, I know your little rhymes.”
“I try not to.”
“Well, tell me about your battleship then.”
“Let’s wait awhile before I tell you about who sunk my galleon. This is where my galleon was at its best as well. Where the seas were calm and gentle. It’s time for dinner, are you excited?”
“Excited for more tacos? Yes, of course…always. And a galleon, interesting”
“No not tacos, it’s family dinner time.”
“Family Dinner time?”
We walked down to the front desk, where in the room next door they were preparing a three-course Guatemalan meal, served by travelers who worked at the hostel temporarily. Sitting down for our candlelit dinner, the sunset drooping, and we each ordered red wine (non-complimentary). We were joined by everyone else in the hostel. Some were ready to go out to party for the night, some were solo traveling, and other couples such as ourselves. I’d just now considered us a couple as I looked her over head to toe at the family-sized table.
She’d changed into flowing beige pants and a green top that highlighted her eyes.
“Cheers…to whatever this is.”
“It’s three courses, I think the first is a salad from what they said earlier.”
Out came a salad, fresh strawberries and nuts with a white wine vinaigrette. Then came the main course, Jocon, a green sauce chicken entree that was a bit spicy. Dessert was fresh gelato, melon gelato. As we sat and ate, sure enough, Lila began chatting with other travelers at the family table about there journey’s. I smiled with a distant tease at her, letting her know I was right. It was irresistible not to chat at the family table.
“Well, that was lovely, those Germans were so kind too. They invited us to come out tonight, you know, but in my opinion, I want some time alone with you in that room.”
As she skipped towards the bedroom.
The door opened by two heavy bodies moving backwards, deeply intertwined in passion. I put her up against the wall slowly, kissing her neck as she rubbed my groin. I grew so hard for her.
“Hungry, aren’t you?”
“So hungry…”
She took off my shirt and I took off her dress, her body glowing in the moonlit room. Vulnerable, she got to her knees and slowly caressed my dick beneath my flowing pants. She pulled them down and began at my thighs, where she began kisses of her own while gently playing with my dick. My hands grabbed the walls, then her hair. Then she began licking my shaft, licking it sweetly while she stared into my eyes.
I lay on the bed as she sucked me deeply, pulling her ass to my face, just how I wanted.
She sucked so good, too good, she wanted it and I couldn’t handle it.
“Mmmm just like that baby…fuck I might cum…holy fuck.” She kept going as it oozed in her mouth. I kept eating her, methodically licking her clit in circles.
Before I knew it this time she was on top of me, riding me slowly as our mouths met in harmony. Slowly up and down she rode my cock for the first time. So wet, so soft and ready for me. I went to her deeply, fully with every stroke.
I then pulled her to the shower, where she pleasured me more in a steamy gift. Her lips ran smoothly, surging every inch of me with pleasure.
It all began to slow down, where we lightly cleaned each other in the shower. Her skin so soft, her hair now cleaned by my hands as I ran shampoo through it. I sat down as she began to lower herself onto me, playing with my balls.
“Oww..sorry”
“That’s okay, bad angle.” She moved my dick aside and sat on me, the shower ran over us.
As we hugged in our shower, she yawned. Big forehead kiss. Much needed in my opinion as we sat scrunched together in our personal cocoon.
I cleaned her off with the towel, patting her booty dry and lightly with her sensitive tits.
We headed off to bed, where we lay before the moon, listening to the lake’s waves crash against walls outside. The moon shone at the perfect angle, it was only 9 P.M.
“Alright, now tell me about this galleon, and who sunk it. Or maybe a skinny dip outside?”
“Not yet, and sorry, nobody sunk it. My ship was already sinking. Had holes in it, now I just want to be a fish with you for a while. Anyways, it’s been a long day. We’ll skinny dip in the morning, sounds beautiful as long as I have tea first..”
“You’re converting me to a morning person quickly, you know that. This night owl is meeting a morning dove.”
“Now look who’s the poet.”
“Mmmm no, I like the sounds of the frogs and the birds singing their songs.”
“I wrote a poem about you the day we met in the gallery. It said it was a pleasure to let you go, but I’m so glad I get to hold you close.”
“Mmmm, nice boy. I’ve never met someone that’s written poems about me before.“
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