Cabo

CABO

The sun appeared to be sinking into the ocean illuminating the sky with a symphony of colors mirrored in the darkening waters. Where only minutes before billowing white clouds surrounded the fiery orange orb, streaks of red, pink, and purple helped ease the transition from day to night. A mesmerized Teresa stood on the lanai of her suite at the beachside resort. The view was breathtaking and helped calm her nerves. She’d arrived first, settled into their room and then went outside to wait, not knowing if he would come or not.

It was too late to chicken out now. She was in Cabo and he was supposed to arrive within the hour. His name was Mark. They’d met on an online dating site months before and were meeting this weekend, for the first time, to celebrate their mutual birthdays which were on the same day although a couple years apart.

Since a pandemic had forced the world into social isolation, Teresa had decided to again try online dating. Traditional means of meeting singles no longer existed besides she had never enjoyed the bar scene so short of running into someone in the produce aisle at the grocery store, this seemed to be her best hope. She’d tried different apps in the past with little luck blaming it on her frustration with the process of having to go through innocuous self descriptions written to entice a connection and usually void of any detail. Worse yet were the profiles that looked promising only to have the writer turn out to be a catfish or scammer hoping to take advantage of a woman’s vulnerability, loneliness, and self doubt to steal her money and what was left of her self worth.

Teresa wasn’t lonely nor was her self worth in question. She knew she was a catch, she just didn’t want to be caught by a sucker fish. Her ideal partner was someone who prized not only his own independence but respected hers as well. They’d have great adventures together in between times where they focused selfishly on their own endeavors knowing the other person was there for support and encouragement. She’d been told by friends and family that person didn’t exist but she wasn’t willing to settle for less and wouldn’t be dissuaded.

Teresa normally didn’t spend much time talking to men who didn’t live close enough to her home that they couldn’t plan to meet easily. She’d been single for over eleven years after her almost twenty year marriage had ended and although not interested in a serious relationship, she did want to find someone to share time with. She’d done some dating since her divorce but had become quickly disillusioned, finding most of the men her age had more baggage than she cared to help unpack, older men were looking for a caregiver, and younger men were just at a different point in their lives.

Disappointed with the men she was meeting, Teresa had been prepared to put her account on hold when fate intervened and his picture popped up. He was her kind of handsome tall, soulful eyes, and kiss-worthy lips. His major con was that he lived further away than was her preference but last she checked most cities in the US still had operating airports and she felt like she’d worn out her local pool of potential partners. Maybe the Universe was sending her a message to broaden her horizons.

Teresa messaged MountainMan517. She intended to give him 48 hours to respond. If he did, great and if not, she would proceed with deleting her account. Within hours, her phone buzzed notifying her someone had contacted her on the dating app. Nervously she accessed her account, half expecting the message to be from another unsolicited suitor with whom she had nothing in common and no interest or attraction. To her surprise, the message was from him. She scoffed at the butterflies in her stomach. He was a stranger after all.

His response to her message was brief - “Hi. How are you?” That simple note and what followed led them here to a beach resort in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.

“What the HELL am I doing?” Teresa admonished herself.

As Teresa watched the sun finally settle below the horizon, she felt the air in the room change and knew he had arrived even before she heard the soft click of the door close. She took a deep breath preparing to turn to greet him when his arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against his form as he rested his cheek against her soft hair. They stood that way for several minutes before Teresa turned in his arms, maintaining the intimacy of their connection, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Finally, we meet.” Mark said. “Am I what you expected?”

“Even better than your pictures,” Teresa replied.

Mark smiled, “As you are.” Then he lowered his lips to gently kiss hers. The kiss became more urgent as their connection deepened, igniting passions that had started months earlier through the many varied texts conversations they’d shared. Without breaking their kiss, Mark retreated into the suite behind them only pausing to pull the screen door closed to keep the bugs at bay.

Suddenly Teresa felt herself falling as Mark fell to the bed, pulling her with him. She landed fully on top of his body before he rolled them to their side so they were facing each other. Pulling back, Mark laughed, “Someone put a bed in the middle of our living room.”

Giggling, Teresa responded “Imagine that.” then pulled his lips back to hers.

The excitement intensified as they lay close to each other. Their hands began to explore each other’s bodies, tentatively at first then with more enthusiasm. As reality collided with fantasy, Teresa’s expectations were surpassed having wondered how his skin would feel against her own, imagining the smell of his skin, and curious to know if his eyes were truly as soulful in person as they were in the few pictures she’d seen.

In a matter of minutes, their outer clothes were discarded leaving Teresa in bra and underwear and Mark in only his briefs. Although eager to consummate their coupling after hundreds, maybe thousands, of flirty fun texts insinuating the pleasure they would find in each other’s arms, neither was in a hurry to rush the experience, reveling instead in familiarizing themselves with the other’s limbs and torso. Teresa played with the sparse black hair peppered with gray she found on his chest that increased in volume as it tapered down to his waist disappearing beneath the waistband of his briefs while Mark caressed her nipples into taut peaks through the silky fabric of her bra.

Suddenly shy, Teresa reversed her tour of his body, trailing her fingers back up his stomach until his hand stopped her progress and urged it to return to his groin where a widening spot of moisture on his briefs gave evidence of his heightening desire. She slipped the tips of her fingers under the restraining fabric to caress the head of his cock, then palmed the entire shaft in order to stroke its entirety softly. Mark moaned in pleasure, losing himself in the feeling of Teresa’s hand on his penis, something he’d imagined for months.

Gaining confidence, Teresa moved so she was lying with her head on his stomach, her long hair fanned out on his chest. For a few seconds, she continued to stroke his cock then reached down and began to caress his legs. The fingers of one of his hands toyed with her hair, while his other hand gently stroked her shoulder until she pulled away again repositioning herself only this time she kneeled between his legs.

Their eyes locked and Mark watched as she lowered her head to lick the tip of his cock. At the last second, Teresa scooted further back and began to nuzzle his inner thighs using her soft cheek to caress the sensitive skin before licking and kissing the same places driving Mark to distraction. Her teasing touch continued as she moved up his legs to the apex of his body where Teresa began to gently kiss and suck his testicles while her fingers began to softly stroke his engorged shaft.

Mark’s breathing accelerated as he emitted a prolonged, low, inarticulate sound in response to Teresa’s squeezing and stroking his shaft as she gently sucked first one ball, then the other. After getting her fill there she slowly traced the path from his scrotum to the bottom of his shaft where she explored the entire base. Then she glided along the length of his dick with her tongue to the head which she slowly circled while her hand gently cupped his balls. She continued to nip and lick for a couple of minutes before wrapping her hand around his shaft. Then using her hand to stroke up and down, she flicked just the head using her tongue and lips. Finally, she took his entire shaft in her mouth and by continuing to squeeze and stroke his penis with her hand, she swirled it so it moved against the roof of her mouth as she sucked.

“Woman,” Mark moaned. “I’m about to explode! Come here.”

Teresa lifted her head and caught Mark’s eyes. Smiling, she lowered her head again kissing his shaft before moving slowly up his torso kissing first his stomach, then visiting each nipple before arriving at his mouth where he could taste the salty flavor of his cum on her lips. When Teresa lowered herself onto his beaconing shaft and began to move rhythmically up and down, Mark could no longer hold back the waves of euphoria that exploded out of his veins. Teresa leaned back and began to stimulate her own clitoris with her fingers so they climaxed together before collapsing on top of Mark’s prone form.

After catching her breath, Teresa raised up to look down at Mark, “Hi Shorty.” The nickname she’d given them when they first started talking although he was over six feet tall. It didn’t feel like they’d just met in person for the first time. Instead it felt like two old friends reunited after a separation or absence. They knew more about each other than Teresa knew about people she’d known for years. She had trusted him with her feelings and vulnerabilities. He had done the same.

Mark started to laugh. “That was one hell of a hello. I liked it.” He then wrapped his arms around Teresa, moving her onto her side then sliding in behind her to spoon and the two fell asleep.

The next morning, Teresa woke first and slipped out of bed to use the bathroom then see about coffee. Mark had never told her if he preferred tea or coffee for breakfast so she prepared both, put them on a tray and took it into the bedroom where she could hear him stirring.

“Good morning,” she said as she set the tray on the dresser. “Coffee or tea?”

“Neither,” Mark said. “I want you.”

Teresa laughed, “Again? We made love 3 times last night. I thought you might want some breakfast or at least a cup of coffee.”

“Nope. Just you.”

“You’re insatiable,” she said pretending to be annoyed but when his hands slipped under the white hotel robe and began to caress her yoni, she carefully put down the coffee pot before she scalded herself.

Within a few minutes, the robe fell to the floor and Teresa found herself laying on her stomach at the edge of the bed with Mark standing behind her still stimulating her core.

“Damn, you are so wet Doll,” he said as he slipped his swollen shaft inside her molten pussy. Teresa raised her hips to give him better access allowing him to slip in even deeper. Instead of setting a steady rhythm, Mark remained sheathed inside her and began to stroke the sensitive skin between where his penis was buried and the area around her anus with his fingers. Teresa inhaled deeply and stifled a gasp of pleasure as his finger rimed her butt hole then began to probe unexplored territory. Gently Mark penetrated her anus with his lubricated finger moving slowly allowing her tight cavity to adjust to the erotic intrusion. As she became accustomed to the sensation of having his finger in her ass, he set a rhythm with his finger that he then matched with his penis in her vagina. Teresa grasped the bedsheets, burying her face in the pillow, and screamed soundlessly as he took her to unknown heights before they both tumbled down exhausted and satisfied, for now.

The rest of their holiday was spent wandering through Cabo, enjoying its many wonders, as well as exploring each other. Months of texting had resulted in a sexual tension that both were trying to excise from their souls. Neither wanted a relationship, let alone a long-distance one and hoped that enough sex would provide the satisfaction needed to walk away without emotional ties or regrets.

Teresa planned a special sunset dinner for them to be served on the veranda of their suite on their last night together. Neither was ready for the long weekend to end, unfortunately both flew out in the morning back to their separate lives, her in Phoenix and him in Denver.

“Wine?” she asked Mark, offering him a glass and enjoying the spark of electricity that spread through her as his fingers brushed hers.

“It’s our last night,” Mark said, stating the obvious.

“I know. It’s been a magickal weekend. Cabo with all its exotic wonders and you,” Teresa said.

“Us.”

“Yes, us. I’m going to miss us..”

Mark responded by taking her glass of wine and putting it down on the table next to his. He then cupped her face in his hands, gently leaning in to kiss her smiling lips softly before engulfing her in an intimate hug. “I’m going to miss you too, Doll.”

Teresa rotated in his arms so they were both looking out at the setting sun. After a few minutes, she ducked out of his embrace, taking one hand and pulled him into their suite.

“I want to spend our last night together making love,” she said as she playfully pushed him onto the bed and began performing a sexy striptease. As the lyrical notes of sweet jazz emanated from the radio Teresa closed her eyes and began to sway to the music moving her body seductively. She brushed her fingers over her arms, up to her face then raised them high above her head. Turning slowly, she then gave Mark a view of her backside as she lowered her arms and caressed her own ass before her hands disappeared out of view. She continued to sway bewitchingly for a few seconds then turned, her blouse partially unbuttoned, revealing her sexy strappy bra and the sunkissed skin of her chest and stomach.

“No, no, no, Shorty,” she said as Mark moved to touch her. “Physical contact with the performers is not allowed.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmmm, that’s right. Relax, enjoy the show,” she murmured as she finished unbuttoning her blouse and began to release the zipper on her skirt.

Mark, unable to restrain himself yet unwilling to go against her wish, removed his own clothing then scooted back on the bed to rest his back against the headboard and pillows so he could enjoy the show.

Teresa, now clad only in bra and underwear, continued her intoxicating dance moving closer to the end of the bed, drawn in by the sight of Mark naked. Licking her lips, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor as she cupped her breasts in her hands playing with her nipples. After a couple of seconds, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, moving them up and down across her hips before pushing them down to join the other discarded clothes at her feet.

Crawling onto the end of the bed, Teresa began kissing Mark’s toes. Sucking each one tenderly before caressing his legs as she moved up his body. When she reached his groin, she gently licked his manhood before continuing to his chest, grazing his nipples before finally finding his waiting mouth. Without breaking their kiss, she wrapped her legs around his waist positioning his bulging penis between their bodies.

After enjoying a deep passionate kiss, Teresa pulled back to look into Mark’s eyes. In the pictures he’d shared his eyes had seemed soulful. In person, they were actual windows to his soul. Over the course of the weekend, she had lost herself in them more than once and now she did so again as she lifted her hips allowing his penis to find its way into her core. They began to move together in slow undulating waves, finding a flow and rhythm that felt decadent and delicious as they raced towards climax, their sexual energy mounting until it exploded reverberating through them both leaving them breathless.

The next morning Teresa and Mark caught their individual flights without ever talking about what came next, if anything. They’d agreed, before planning their romantic weekend tryst in Cabo, this was a one-time thing. Neither had preconceived notions that it could or would be anything more than the ultimate one-night stand.

Now it was over.

Or was it?