A Trip for Fate
written by:
bareftnit

As I sat at the gate waiting on Becky to arrive, I was unsure whether to think that things were moving very fast or agonizingly slow. We had met a month and a half ago and had only kissed once. Of course we had not seen each other in the last 6 weeks. Now both of us were looking forward to having sex for the first time. I had arrived at the Ft Lauderdale airport 3 hours ago, picked up the rental car and headed to the Miami airport to wait for the arrival of Becky.

We first met when Becky was visiting my neighbor, Laura. She had been staying with Laura, while she was in town on business. She had worked at the local branch previously, but had been transferred to Ohio about 5 years ago. It had become tradition for Laura and I to go have a few drinks for happy hour on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I was more than willing to have Becky to join us for that week's events. I found her to be extremely sexy and be nearly perfect physically for my tastes. I have always loved short athletic women and she fit the bill perfectly. At 5' 1" she was over a foot shorter than me, with toned, muscular legs. Those legs led to a perfect, upside-down heart-shaped ass, and on up to broad shoulders, framing a set of perky B cup titties.

The conversation flowed as easily as the drinks while the three of us talked about kids, work, and ex's. On several occasions I found myself drifting off in thought about how wonderful it would be to get to spend some alone time with this little blond nymph. I wondered if the girls noticed anything, or if they just figured that the conversation had drifted away from my interests. Maybe my poor hearing was actually an advantage in this situation. Often, I would use it as an excuse for losing track of a discussion amongst the noise, and most of the time it was true. On these nights, it was my fantasies that had me drifting away.

On one occasion, I was giving Becky a shoulder massage when she asked, "What do you think, Erik?" as she spun slightly under my touch. I had been stuck in one of my fantasies when she asked, and Becky must have seen in my face that I was clueless when she clarified, "Laura and I were just discussing how hard it is to get back into dating after being out of the game for so long."

Maybe I should explain at this point that all three of us were separated and in the middle of divorces. Laura's was probably the deepest wound, having been married for 19 years, but Becky's was the freshest having left her husband 6 months ago when he lost his job and became abusive. I guess I fell somewhat in between since I had been married for 13 years as opposed to 19 and 7 for Becky. Mine and Laura's spouses had both moved out within a month of each other just over a year ago and was probably a major reason for our close friendship now. We had listened and supported each other over that period. There had even been a couple of drunk nights where we had met each other's physical needs since neither was really ready to see anyone, but like everyone needed that satisfaction.

That being said, I was not sure how to answer the question. Since I did not know what had been brought up about Laura and I, currently or previously, I steered away commenting "Women have it easy. The guys are going to come to you, and to be honest, whether you are married or not. Try being a guy and having to start making yourself vulnerable by asking for a phone number or a date."

Becky grabbed my hand and moved it back to her shoulder where it had left when I entered the conversation. "You can massage and talk at the same time." Then she continued, "The problem is the ones that we want to ask us don't. Instead we have to deal with the drunk slob that doesn't understand what a loser he is. Try that sometime."

"Well, that's comforting to know that the girls are thinking of me as a drunk loser when I talk to them," I said as I continued to massage this time. A slight moan came from Becky as I rubbed her back just below her shoulder blades. "Next time tell me what you really think."

"I think you need to just shut up and give them a massage. This feels so good. You won't need to say a word." Becky tilted her head back with a satisfied smile on her face as I moved back up to her shoulders.

Since Laura was working and I had the day off, I volunteered to take Becky to the airport. We were walking to the security entrance to the gate, about to send Becky off when she asked, "Is there anything between you and Laura?"

I wasn't sure what to think since the question seemed to come out of the blue. "We are just good friends who have been there for each other this past year. Why?"

"Well Laura had told me that you two had messed around, but you were just friends. I didn't know how you felt but I couldn't figure out why you ignored me this week. Do you not think I'm attractive?"

"Ignored you? What do you mean by that? And I think you're gorgeous. What is this about?" I stammered.

"What do I mean? The only way I could have been any clearer is if I would have stuck my hand down your pants and grabbed your cock. Which Laura says is very nice, I might add."

I smiled at the compliment but was trying to figure out if I needed to kick myself. "Are you trying to tell me that you would have liked to have had dinner with me or something?" I asked as I stopped walking.

"No. What I am trying to say is that I would have liked to have taken you home and fucked the hell out of you."

I just stood there stunned. The only thing that had stood between me and my fantasies was my assumption that Becky would be looking for someone that was younger or better looking or more successful or whatever. I was about to watch her walk past the gate at the airport and had wasted my chance to really enjoy her company. As I stood there looking into her beautiful hazel eyes, I could think of nothing else to do so I just took her in my arms and kissed her. The kiss had been way to long in coming as our tongues found each other and we soaked in the moment. Even though she was only minutes from leaving me there was no rush within the kiss. Instead our mouths closed and our lips met repeatedly before opening again to find the other's tongue.

Finally to my dismay, she broke the kiss and looked up at me. "I have some vacation coming up. Maybe we can go somewhere together. Call me." She said before grabbing her carry on and walking into the line for security.

I don't remember even saying a word. Hopefully, I managed something like "OK, have a nice flight." I really don't know if I did though. I just stood in a blender of my mixed up emotions. This goddess evidently wanted me, but I was watching her smiling face wave to me from the line. I had visions of holding her in my arms, but would have to wait and had no idea how long. I actually, briefly thought about trying to buy a ticket to Columbus, but knew my money would be better spent if this possible vacation came to fruition.

I was brought back to reality with my phone buzzing with an incoming text. I looked at my phone to see, Becky 10:37 "Can't wait to see you again! ;-)". Well maybe it was not reality after all. I typed back "I'm sure you will have a much easier time of it than I will. ".

The ride home was split between thinking about what might have been and things yet to come. I hated that we had not spent more time together but I was ready to get home and look on the internet for vacation spots.

At least we had discussed enough to find out that both of us enjoyed scuba diving. Therefore, I looked at different diving destinations around Florida and the Caribbean. We ultimately decided to go our least expensive route and go to Key Largo. It would be Becky's first time in the Keys, but I had some great dives a couple of years prior so we would get a lot for our money. Besides, the diving was not to be the main attraction of the trip, anyway.

As I sat outside the gate, I actually worried would I recognize her. I had not seen her in person in a month and a half. We had sent a few pictures back and forth, and I knew she would be easy to spot if she came out wearing a g-string. I was expecting something a little more conservative for the plane though.

There was no question when Becky walked out of the gate. I had forgotten just how beautiful she was. She gave a little wave as she walked past the barrier, as I stood with a giant smile on my face. I couldn't move as she circled around the barricade. Fortunately, she could as I watched her come around and jump into my arms. I looked briefly into her eyes, before lowering my head and pressing my lips to hers. I immediately knew that Becky was something special. Our only other kiss had been when I dropped her off at the airport a month and a half prior, but everything felt so natural.

What initially seemed way to quickly, Becky pulled away. As she did, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me behind her as she said, "We need to get the luggage and get to somewhere more private."

The ride to the airport to the hotel in Key Largo seemed liked it took forever. The rental car was a Ford Fusion with very inconvenient bucket seats. The thought came to me during the drive that bucket seats with a console in between had to be the invention of a woman since they made it nearly impossible for a blowjob while driving. Much of the drive was still spent with each of us leaning across the console so that Becky could rest her head on my right shoulder. Each of us had had the investigatory hand inside the pants of the other to see what the other had. It was no surprise to me that Becky was shaved, although I was slightly surprised at just how wet she was since the extent of our foreplay so far had just been a couple of passionate kisses.

It took just over an hour to get to Key Largo and even though we caught up somewhat on the past couple of days in the other's lives, most of it was spent quietly enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms and thinking about the week to come.

When we turned into the entrance to the hotel, we were surprised at how quaint and quiet the place appeared. What we could see of the place from the office looked beautiful, but we were too anxious to get to the room to take a good look. It was unusually cold for Key Largo, but we seemed to almost have the place to ourselves. As far as we could tell, there were only a handful of other people staying there this week. There was a small private beach and a pool, although it was too cool to use either.

We walked into the room and it was more than we could have imagined, but we were only concerned with the bed. Two large windows and a French door were not made for privacy. When we closed the door, I dropped the blind with one hand as I pulled Becky back to me with the other. As we kissed, Becky pushed my shirt up to my shoulders. We parted just long enough to get it over my head before resuming our assault on each other's mouths. We both then began to work on the buttons to her blouse. It might not have been any quicker with our hands getting in the other's way, but we would have had to break the kiss to discuss who was in charge so we just fumbled with them together. When we finally pulled her blouse off I reached around to work on the bra on my own. We must have been destined to be together because normally bras are my Rubik's cube, but today the clip unsnapped quickly on the first try.

My first real life gaze at Becky's bare breast was fantastic. They were small, probably about a B cup, with small erect nipples. I reached up and cupped it in my hand. A slight smile came across Becky's face as I flicked my thumb across her nipple. "Go pull the sheets back. I'll close the rest of the blinds," I whispered before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

When I walked into the bedroom, I felt quite overdressed. Becky had already pulled the blanket and top sheet to the foot of the bed and pulled her pants and shoes off. There laying on the bed was an angel. Her tanned skin was a beautiful contrast to the stark white sheets. She had obviously been going to the tanning salon to get ready for our trip because there were no tan lines to be seen top or bottom.

Becky sat up as she motioned me over to the bed. I had the urge to kneel down between her legs, but I was mesmerized as I looked into her eyes. I walked over never taking my eyes away from her stare. When I reached her I was about to lean down to kiss her again when her hands reached to undo the button of my jeans. With the button out of the way, she used one hand to lower my zipper while the other wandered to my chest. There was a slight hesitation as Becky looked up into my eyes before lowering my pants.

Becky returned her gaze to my mid-section, her hand came back down to my waste and she slowly lowered my pants. I found myself leaning forward slightly to ease the pressure as my very hard cock was bent downward by my pants. It was only free for a split second before it went from the confines of my pants to the shelter of Becky's lips. Her lips quickly closed around my dick but they slowly, seductively slid down my shaft.

I tilted my head back staring but at nothing, as I wandered in the sensations surrounding my dick. Strangely, I wondered what Becky was looking at. I knew that once I went down on her that my face would be too close to focus on anything, so although my eyes would definitely be open that I would not be looking at anything in particular. When I looked down her eyes were open as well, and she would actually be far enough away for her eyes to physically focus, but do women actually look at anything when they're giving head or do they stare into space instead of the pubic hair before them (or at the bald skin of the men that I really do not understand who shave themselves.)

I grabbed Becky by her shoulders and sat her on the bed again. Then by her hips I laid her down. Her pussy was bald and beautiful. I don't understand men that shave themselves, but I love women that do. I couldn't help but to lean down to taste it. I reached around her legs to grab the back of her legs as I ran my tongue through her folds. She was wonderfully wet and I didn't want to stop, but Becky had grabbed my cock and was pulling me up onto the bed.

I crawled up onto the bed and raised my leg over to straddle Becky's head. As I looked between my legs, Becky looked like a seal with a ball as she bounced my dick with her nose and tongue. After a couple of playful bounces, she grabbed my cock again, this time guiding it into her waiting mouth. I guess I had been observing for too long because Becky put her other hand on the back of my neck and gently pushed me back down. I was more than happy to dive back into her pussy. The smell was intoxicating and the taste was divine.

I really believe that both parties can do a much better job at oral sex when performing it solely instead of in sixty nine. There are less distractions and more mobility, but neither of us were patient enough to wait on the other. I feel like I am at a disadvantage in sixty nine, in that I have to address the girl's clit separately from the inner folds that I can reach with my tongue. When I am turned around I feel like I can pin their clit between my upper lip and my tongue as I run my tongue into their slit.

It didn't stop me from eating Becky with enthusiasm though. I almost literally dove in with my lips wrapped around her clitoris, and my nose buried between her lips. Evidently, it was a distraction for Becky as well. She had begun by sucking quickly on my dick while pumping my shaft with her hand. As she became wetter and her hips began to respond to the rhythm of my mouth, her hand became less active and just cupped my balls and her mouth slowed its assault on my cock. When her orgasm began to get close, she just held my dick motionless in her half open mouth.

I wanted another pair of lips wrapped around my dick for her first climax with me though. The look of disappointment that came across Becky's face when I stopped my work on her pussy was soon replace by one of what almost looked like relief as I turned around and began to ease my cock into her slippery hole. I propped myself up on my arms as I watched her face while I slowly pumped in and out of her. Becky was nice and tight, but she was plenty wet enough to allow me to slide easily all the way in and out of her. Becky's eyes locked on mine and I knew that she was as personally satisfied as I was.

I had to kiss her as I settled onto my elbows so that I could press my lips to hers. The connection that I felt at that time seemed completely impossible considering our first date had basically been the ride from the airport. I increased the pace of my thrusts and Becky's breathing quickened to go along with it. She pulled her legs up and clamped them around my back as an "Oh God!" escaped her mouth. When she turned her head and pulled a pillow into her face I felt her pussy begin to clench around my shaft. When I raised my hips I felt myself pulling Becky's up as well as she held my cock deep inside her.

When she finally relaxed, she sank back down to the bed and my cock sprang from her. She pulled her head up to my ear and whispered, "Lay on your back. I want to be on top now." I gave her a kiss and rolled onto my back, scooting to the head of the bed as I did. Becky smiled and gave me a kiss as she straddled me. Her lips never left mine as she reached between her legs and positioned my dick to sink down onto it. When it pressed into her folds, a small gasp came from her mouth. Inch by inch of myself disappeared into her as she sat completely down, shoving my cock into her to the hilt.

Her tongue continued to explore mine, as she raised her hips up more and more until only the head remained. Then she slammed back down before beginning again. Her body went in a wave as her chest sank to mine with every raise of her hips, and then rose again as she rocked back downward. I brought my feet up some so that I could push my hips upwards to match her thrusts. We had my cock slamming in and out of her when she sat up. Becky pulled her feet underneath of herself and squatted onto my dick. She bounced up and down as she grabbed my hand and pressed it to her clit. Becky continued like this for far longer than my legs could have taken it, though she occasionally moved my hand to her breasts and then back depending on her current state of arousal.

When she sank back down onto her knees, I knew that she could use a break. I pulled her to the side by her hips, and got to my knees as I told her, "My turn." I positioned myself behind her and looked down at her beautiful ass (It is actually the one in my profile). Becky is significantly shorter than I am so it was easier for me to put my knees to the outside of hers and spread them some to bring myself to her level. I put my cock between her legs and pulled it upward with my hand. Both of us let out a gasp when the head made contact and pushed its way into her warm, wet pussy. I moved my hands to her hips and used a gentle touch to keep her in rhythm with my thrusts.

Becky has the perfect ass and I leaned back slightly while pressing my cock forward a little more to give myself an unobstructed view. Her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft and it glistened in her wetness as I watched it glide in and out. I watched as it made long, slow strokes and it seemed almost surreal. I may have thought it just a fantasy, if the feelings that went along with the visions were not continuously reminding me that this was real. I occasionally would catch a glimpse of the head, although the sensations of my cock being engulfed by this beautiful snatch deterred me from making the gamble of lengthening my strokes slightly to feel the lips grip the head.

I could feel both of us getting close as my cock flinched upwards while her pussy was doing some pre-climactic clenching of its own. I was tempted to push my thumb into her asshole that was constantly looking up at me to try to push her over the top but was unsure what her reaction would be. As I moved my gaze up to her face, I saw her head turned to the side and her teeth clenched tightly onto the pillow to avoid a scream. Seeing the carnal pleasure in her eyes sent me over the top, and with a final thrust I began to come hard into her. That thrust knocked Becky off balance and she fell forward with me on top of her as my dick spasmed over and over again, sending more and more of my semen deep into her. When Becky fell onto the bed, it jarred the pillow from her mouth and her screams pierced the air as another orgasm washed over her.

The week that followed was filled with diving. Both into the water with scuba, as well as into each other physically and emotionally. We learned of each other's likes and dislikes, and of their turn-ons and turn-offs. That night and the days were filled with lust and romance. It had been so long since my marriage had known the romantic feelings of comfort and security of wanting to just hold a woman in my arms or pamper her with a massage or breakfast in bed, or to take her out to dinner and dancing to show her off to the world. These loving moments were continually interrupted by the overpowering feeling of lust to please myself, but more importantly to please her to the point that her pleasure and her orgasms held her powerless.

I could not bear the thought of the week ending and no longer being able to be with Becky, so I called my boss and told him that I was moving to Ohio. Luckily he was a good friend and very understanding so that I was able to go back to work for him when the transfer that Becky put in for came through moving her back to her old branch. I wonder sometimes now, if Becky had not spoke up, would I have just put her on the plane and watched my fate fly away? Luckily as fate would have it, I'll never have to know.