A chauffeur met her at the gate as she exited the plane. After a short drive, she was at the hotel that would mark the first part of their trip. He was there waiting for her with a hug and that smile she remembered so well. There was food and drink there, but he already had his backpack on and she could tell he was ready to get on the road. So a quick bottle of water and they were off.
They drove through the desert landscape simply admiring it's beauty. Who would imagine a land so barren could yield such glorious textures and colors. They made small talk and caught up on what was going on in each of their lives. There were miles to go until they reached the resort and it soon got quiet in the car as they watched the scenery slide by. She knew that this was a working trip for him, but for her it was simply pleasure. She couldn't wait to reach the resort. As they grew closer the landscape began to change from the arid desert scenery to a cooler more lush view...
They arrived and were greeted and shown to their suite. It was everything she had imagined it would be. It was a rustic Native American decor mixed with cool marble accents, a sitting room area complete with a fireplace and small balcony looking out over the red clay mountains. They unpacked a bit, and checked out the gorgeous view. He called her over to the balcony, holding a finger to his lips. He pointed right outside the cottage to a family of deer that were no more then two feet away. She looked at him and smiled. It was incredible.
Since they were already a bit late, they knew they should get ready for dinner. He undressed and headed to run water into the tub. He asked if she was coming... No matter how many times they were together she always became self conscious when he asked. However, the sexual tension she felt was always present when she was around him.
The bathroom was huge, all marble, with a sunken Roman tub set off in the corner wall, and a glass encased shower right next to that. She joined him and sank down into the warm water, letting the stress of the day fade away. They sat quietly in the dark stroking each other here and there... just letting fingers trail where they may. She was still nervous and unsure of what she wanted, so she made no move to change things, or to start anything; she simply enjoyed the feeling of being with him again. Realizing they had been in the tub for a while, he moved to the shower first to finish up and get ready for the evening. Again he asked if she was going to join him, and again she felt that tremor of nerves, but all the same she moved from the tub and joined him in the shower. Soaping up and washing each other seemed almost natural once she started, as they had done this so many times before. Even so, each time she touched him and ran her fingers over his body she felt a tingle deep inside that sent shivers all over her. Nearing the end of the shower he moved closer to her and whispered that he owed her a kiss. As his lips met hers for the very first time with a feather light touch, her heart began to pound. She put her arms around his neck to steady herself. The next kiss was much deeper, their tongues twisting and seeking for more. She felt a rush of warmth and her emotions spun out of control. Her knees grew weak and she didn't want it to end. But end it did. All too soon they had to stop, dry off, get dressed, and head to the patio for dinner.
Dinner was set outside in the shadow of the red rock mountains. Small white lights twinkled in the trees and a huge brick oven fire blazed in the center of the patio. It burned and created a heavy mesquite smell in the surrounding air. Even though his colleagues were already there, the two of them kept to themselves. He didn't seem to want the hassle of making small talk and she was simply content with his company. Dinner was a barbecue with delicious food and drink, but all her mind could think about was touching him, kissing him, and feeling him wrap his arms around her.
Once finished with dinner, they decided to take a walk and explore the resort. It was nestled in a beautiful red rock canyon and each suite was sort of like a little house; they called them casitas. As soon as they left the small patio area they were enveloped in darkness. The desert air was cool for this time of year and the sky was cloudy. They wandered around for a few minutes and realized that there was not much to see in the almost pitch blackness. They turned and headed back to the suite and halfway there she heard his belt buckle clink. With a mischievous smile she turned to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him off into a secluded corner of the road with a few small bushes and a fence for cover. She dropped to the soft earth and freed him from his shorts. Gently, she cupped his balls with her hand, and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Her tongue softly moved up and around the head, coming back and gently tapping along the underside again. Her lips parted to cover the head and slide down over it as her tongue continued its small caressing dance on him. Her head moved slowly with each stroke, she felt his pleasure as she sucked him harder. Her tongue constantly circled his head and teased the opening as her hand moved from his balls to the shaft, enclosing it and moving in time with her head. The warm wetness of her mouth circled him as her lips and tongue worked together in perfect unison. Tasting a tiny drop of his essence, his breath ragged and shallow, she felt him begin to shudder and knew he was near. Her hand moved down his shaft as her tongue tapped the underside just beneath the head. Her thumb pressed at the base of his shaft as she suddenly sucked his head harder and he moaned at the intensity of it. Feeling his body shaking, knowing it was time, she pulled hard with her lips and he erupted into her mouth. Her movements slowed, allowing him to catch his breath, but she didn't remove her mouth, choosing to gently ease him back to normal. His hands brushed through her hair, pulled her up off the ground and close to him in a soft kiss.