"Hi, Babe," How are you?"
"Oh, Carlos," I just finished breakfast and was about to call you."
"Guess what?" "I have the tickets to St. Maarten. I hope the sixteenth of June works for you."
"Yes, I'll make it work! My schedule is flexible. I've never been to St. Maarten. Have you?"
"No, I haven't. But I have heard a lot about it. The island is half French and half Dutch. The French part is very much like France. The language is French, the food is French, and we are going to stay either at a nude resort or a semi-nude resort. Everybody walks around mostly naked."
Startled but intrigued I reply:
"Wow, I get accussed of wearing turtle necks in the swimming pool.
This would be quite a stretch for me."
"Do you mind trying this?"
"I like to try new things. It'll be interesting. Are you going to get all aroused when you see other naked women and leave me at the hotel reading?"
"I only get aroused when I'm with you, Babe. You are the hottest thing around. I've never been with such a hot woman as you."
"I'm blushing, you know, but flattered. When are you going to finalize our plans?"
"Today! Let me go now, I'll call you right back once I have the tickets and hotel reservations."
Carlos soon calls back and fills me in on what's happening:
"Flights to St. Maarten are booked solid. All non-stop flights from major cities are unavailable. The only way to get there is to fly to San Juan and then board an island hopper to St. Maarten. So what we'll do is make two changes before we land in San Juan. It's the only way to get there."
I'm excited about the plan and even more so about the masterful tone in his voice. He speaks as one having authority. Carlos continues to explain:
"Babe, it's going to be long flight, but at this short notice it is our only option. We land in San Juan at 2 a.m. and continue on a Fokker to St. Maarten. We arrive at 3:15 a.m. I know it will be a long day, but I can't help it."
I have to ask:
"Carlos, what's a Fokker? "
"The Fokker is the most comfortable short-distance airplane in the world, made in Sweden. The bulk-head has plenty of leg-room and the seats are very wide.
Babe, as you probably know, airplane changes at major airports are stressful, especially if one has to change airline carriers."
*************
Once in San Juan, we have a three hour wait for our Fokker to depart. It's now midnight. We find a comfortable cocktail lounge, order wine, an assortment of snacks and have fun observing the locals as well as the vacationers.
I am tired, and so is he. I snuggle close to him and rest against his chest. Eventually my eyes shut, and I intermittently doze. I can feel Carlos looking at my low cut top and I wonder if he can tell I am not wearing a bra. Opening my eyes a crack I think I see his manhood swelling and wonder how long he will be able to resist touching my breasts. I ache to have him hold me and kiss me all over but I know he wouldn't dare in this crowded lounge.
His eyes rest on my silky skirt clinging to my thighs from static electricity; I come alive as he touches me and gets a shock. I laugh at his reaction.
He laughs at himself and exclaims:
"You are one hot Babe!"
Carlos continues to scan my near naked thighs and panty-less body. I know he needs to touch me as I do him. I watch him put a newspaper over his "package"
as he asks the waiter for another drink. Foggy as I am, the self control of Carlos amazes me but fatigue finally takes over and I soon fall fast asleep in the booth, my head on his shoulder.
We make it through the next two hours without an incident. It was time to look for our departure gate. We find it and board.
Just like Carlos said, the Fokker has about thirty seats. The bulkhead seats are like he explained. Each seat is wide -- wider than any commercial jet's seats. We have plenty of room to stretch our legs without touching the wall in front of us.
Carlos asks the flight attendant for two blankets and is told there are blankets in the luggage rack above:
"I know that but could we, please, have two more?"
The attendant brings the extra blankets and pillows.
I question Carlos:
"Why do we need all these blankets?"
He winks and grins and tells me softly:
"These are 'Fucking Blankets'. "
Looking out the window I giggle and then turn to face my comedic seat mate retorting:
"Oh, right! On a Fokker you fuck. And how would you manage that?"
I place my arm around his neck; I wet
his lips with my tongue and then ask him:
"Did you like that? That's foreplay for what's to come
- - but AFTER we get settled into our suite. Not before. Do you hear me Sweet Lips?"
"Hmm, sure. Whatever you say Babe. And yes, I liked that."
I cuddle close to Carlos and place his arm over my shoulders as we wait for the plane to lift off. It's 2 a.m. The Fokker leaves on time. We have only a couple of hours until we land in St. Maarten.
The flight attendant offers us some drinks off his cart; we each order a glass of white wine. Once everyone has their drink orders, the lights in the cabin lower and it's time for more shut-eye but I wondered if Carlos will be able to sleep with me besides him.
Before long he takes the four blankets and spread them over us and places one of the pillows under me. Before I can object, he jacks my skirt up and I
am bare from the waist down. He unbuckles my belt and then undoing his pants, removes them under the blanket. Carlos and I are now completely naked waist down and pressed tightly together.
The sensation is fantastico and I can't keep myself from reaching for his impressive cock saying,
"Oh Carlos, you feel so big - so good - so hard."
He touches me between my legs. I spread them for him and he explores me with his fingers. Rhythmically
he rolls them around and around feeling my wetness gathering. I muffle moans that try to escape as he flutters my clitoral. I manage to whisper:
"Carlos, it's so intense, I can't take this much longer!"
Nevertheless, I continue stroking him up and down faster and faster and feel him growing harder and harder in my grip.
Carlos murmers in my ear:
"Now my darling, I have to figure out how to fuck you."
I wonder if he knows how to fuck in a jet but am confident that if he doesn't, he'll figure it out.
"Babe," turn around and face the window. Lift one leg. I am going to fuck you from behind."
I obediently turn around, putting my bottom close to him with one leg up in the air. I feel the raging sensation of his rock hard dick slipping in to my cunt way up deep inside me. Breathing heavily, he whispers in my ear:
"OMG you are so tight and wet and hot.... I love fucking you Babe..."
"Fuck me Carlos, fuck me, fuck me hard. Take me to heaven. Don't ever stop."
He pushes, I pull back, he pushes, I pull back, he pushes, I pull back, he pushes, I slowly pull back and and suddenly feel my pussy muscles closing tightly down around his manhood as he explodes all over inside me.
Yeah, we fucked on the Fokker. We fucked for an entire week. We fucked whenever and wherever the spirit moved us. The nude resort was fun, but
"my greater good" (1) came from being with Carlos.
*****************************************************
Footnote (1)
See Below.
The "Grand Finale" wraps up the three part story of "Turn Me On" and demonstrates how Babe did indeed find her "GREATER GOOD" that she had been affirming in Chapter 1 (where you will recall Babe sitting
on the steps crying - grief stricken - that her fianace "Bill" had left her. Through her tears she affirms: "GOD THANK YOU FOR MY GREATER GOOD TO COME".
Babe's lifetime of faith and daily positive affirmations, lead her to believe that if the relationship with Bill wasn't meant to be, she should accept that gracefully, as surely God must have a MUCH GREATER GOOD in mind.
In other words, the story character of Babe believes that if she "prays" for a Volkswagon and doesn't get one, maybe it is because her guardian angel intends for her to have a Cadillac - OR - maybe that she is meant instead to be a nun like Mother Teresa and dedicate her life to helping the sick and dying rather than to get married and raise a family -OR - maybe that she is meant to be a "Bill Gates" and dedicate her life to innovation and business so that one day she will become a philanthropist and have the money to help
people to help themselves - ie - when you give a man a fish, he eats for one day, teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime.
Remember that the story's character Babe only makes love to men she falls in love with (with the exception of the UPS man in "What Can Brown Do For You" and "A Long Hot Summer". In those two fantasies her pent up desires drive her to deviate from her normal behavior. It seems that in these two stories, she couldn't help herself after being deprived of sex for several years
due to a vow of celibacy while living in a convent.
If there is no "love" she does not have sex. With Bill (part 1 and 2) she had been attracted to him sexually, but loved him only as a friend. Once she honorably ended the relationship with Bill it left room for her greater good to come into her life in the form of "Carlos" who was more of a kindred spirit.
in the "Grand Finale" Babe joyously gives herself to Carlos who she loves spiritually, intellectually, and ultimately, sexually.
By the end of the story, Babe finds that INDEED Carlos, is the answer to her fervent prayer and that HE is the "Greater Good" that God intended her to always have - at least for whatever time is given them to enjoy life together. (Probably Babe will continue being a
business woman and helping others wherever possible.)
Thus is the happy ending to the three part story:
"Turn Me On: Part 1, Part 2, and "Grand Finale"
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