by
Romance1600
As the plane landed in beautiful Turks & Caicos Islands, I couldn't help but pray for the day that I would be boarding the plane again and heading for home. As a conference planner, I get to visit all of these wonderful islands and this was no exception.
Virtually unknown, it was home to many beautiful men, women and children of color. My destination (and home) for the next 9 days was a Beaches Resort property. I had decided to focus on the warmth of the island (85 degrees) especially since it was cold with all types of winter advisory warnings in Baltimore. My duties here would keep me busy for most of the time but it was always those off-hours that I dreaded.
It was during my off hours that I wanted, needed and longed to be with someone who was special to me. Walking on the beach, hugging on the beach, kissing on the beach and of course making love on or at least near the beach. It isn't the beach that is so much of the "turn on" I think. I believe it is and always has been the smell of the ocean, the beauty of the sky and feel of the breeze that does "it." If you have never been to an island before, I'm of the mind that - you must go! Take somebody that you are deeply in love with and watch the island cultivate that love into something even deeper and more passionate.
"Oh well" I thought, there is always work and that's all that I planned to do. As the shuttle pulled up at the Beaches Resort entrance, I really started to notice just how beautiful the women were! They have a certain sensuality that I just don't run across in the states. It's in the way that they talk, the way that they smell and last but certainly not least the way that they walk.
As I checked in I noticed this woman. There was something very special about her. I found myself staring at her while waiting in the long check-in line. A member of the staff offering an island fruit punch mixture abruptly jolted me out of my gaze. Thank God for sunglasses I thought. As it turns out, I was called to somebody else's station. So much for that I thought, I need to get ready for a meeting with the hotel staff anyway.
The next day my group was scheduled to land at the airport on a charter flight within minutes of two other commercial flights. My mind had to be focused on the problems that this may cause, so I didn't even get a chance to check on the new source of my interest. What difference did it make anyway? I mean she is here and will be staying here and I will be boarding a plane back to Baltimore in a few days.
As the hectic day came to an end, my only thought was "sleep." As I passed the check-in desk just after 10:00 p.m. I saw her. She was even more beautiful than my mind's eye could recall. Her complexion was light brown; very light I thought for someone from the islands. I was compelled to sit in the hotel lobby, just across from her desk masquerading as if I was working but secretly I studied her. Her eyes were so deep and alluring. She has the kind of eyes you could get lost in. They were a beautiful light brown and the color played wonderfully against her complexion.
As a wave of late night complainers finally moved from her desk, I noticed her brown shoulder length hair that had been streaked ever so lightly with a honey blonde color. It reminded me of the way the Sheila E's hair use to be. There was something that was drawing me into her. Finally, I had to go say something to her. As I approached her, I was trying to think of what conversation I could strike up. "Good Evenin' Ms. Calvin wha' can I do for you?" she said and then smiled. "Miss, Miss I need your help" came the voice of an irritating and obnoxious chubby little man at the other end of the desk. The combination of this woman knowing my name mixed with the fact that I had not decided on what I would say; I motioned for her to go handle his problem first.
I totally forgot that being a meeting planner had its privileges. It was customary for many members of the hotel staff to know you long before you know them. As she returned, I realized I still had not come up with one thing to say. As fate would have it we just started talking about all of the winning that people do while "supposedly" on vacation. As we chatted, I noticed how she would tilt her head to one side whenever I spoke. It was if she were just so into anything that came out of my mouth. Her hair fell slightly into her face and I was dying to move it out of her eyes, but of course I couldn't. I mean on top of all the other implications, I assumed that she was 100% straight.
Fatigue was taking its toll, besides she was about to get off and it was after all 1:00 a.m. As I made my way to my room I couldn't believe I had been down there all that time. Three hours and all I knew was her name were Paulett (no e on the end) Caprice. Well, Paulett you don't know it but tonight all my thoughts are on you I mused as I fell into a trance like sleep.
This ritual continued for the next couple of nights. I began to look forward to our chats. I enjoyed watching her walk to the opposite end of the desk to help other hotel guest. She moved like Dorothy Dandridge. It was just so sensual and I admired her. It wasn't about sex; it wasn't about some doggish nature that causes one to make some obscene gesture or noise, it was about truly appreciating who she was. She had proven herself to be both intelligent as well as fine. I learned that real beauty has so many components to it and she was racking up tons of points.
As it got later, I sensed something different about her, something different about us. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. Maybe I just wanted her to be attracted to me because I was so attracted to her. Nah, I thought, this is in my head. It was when I prepared to say goodnight that I really felt the shift in our interaction. "Why do you have to go now?" she questioned. "Wait for me to get off and we could grab a drink at Kimonos Bar." I couldn't decipher whether she was asking me or telling me. Whatever the case, I was going to wait for her.
Those last minutes of her shift passed slowly. I was anxious and I didn't understand why. As we made our way to Kimonos we were both very quiet and that was unusual. I was dying to know what she might be thinking. "The stars are so bright," she finally said. We both stopped and kind of stared at the beauty of the white lights against the backdrop of the dark sky. There was nobody around, there was no sound and the only smell that filled my nose was of her scent. As I pointed out what I thought was the bigger dipper, I felt her lips touch my cheek. She placed her tongue on my face and slowly moved her beautiful lips away from me. I couldn't breathe.
Neither of us spoke again until we sat at a very secluded table at the back of the bar. As it turned out, they were already closed but she was able to go in the back and grab herself a white wine and me a coke.
The last of the clean-up staff said goodnight and we sat there in the back of this moonlit room. "How are we going to get out?" I asked. "I mean, don't they have to lock up?" "Actually, they don't lock the doors." "That is one of the joys of being at a resort like this" she said, "everything is always open." As I glanced at the unmanned bar she answered my question before I even asked, I said the door was open, I didn't say we would serve anyone. At that, we both just started laughing.
The clock began to move much to fast. It was now almost 3:00 a.m. and I had yet to ask her about the kiss. As if she read my mind, she said, "I'm sorry about earlier, I mean I didn't mean to kiss you." "It was nice," I said, "I just didn't understand it." "For the last couple of nights you have been talking about men, I mean what made you kiss me?" I asked. "It was the star," she said and with that we finished our drinks and said goodnight.
The next day was filled with confusion and excitement. I couldn't wait to see Paulett; I had a ton of questions and even more desire. The kind of desire that make you want to be close to someone. I wanted to talk to her and I wanted to feel her lips on me again. Without a doubt, I wanted my lips to be on her!
As I made sure that the evenings reception went off as planned, I was filled with anticipation of getting back to the main hotel to talk to and be with Paulett. As I rushed back to the reception to pick up my laptop, which I inadvertently left; I stopped only to pick up some lemon ice cookies. Paulett had mentioned how much she enjoyed them. She said that they were the best on the island and quite frankly, I would like to taste them too, only I would like to lick the crumbs from her full juicy lips.
I didn't and still don't believe in promiscuous "encounters" but we had such a connection. I wanted to experience her. I knew that the memory of her would be embedded deep within - forever.
As I made my way to the desk I was shocked to see an older gentleman waiting on a hotel guest. A combination of feelings flooded my heart. As I waited to talk to Paulett's replacement, I realized that I only had a few nights left and I had so hoped to spend them with her. I have learned that there are special people that are placed in your life and they may be in your life forever or for a just a few moments, either way, you have to enjoy them to the fullest and I was losing my moments. The answer came as I had expected; "Paulett is off tonight." My mind raced and my heart sunk, I went to my room.
Soon after I had gotten into the bed the phone rang, it was Paulett. "I'm sorry," she said "were you looking for me tonight?" I was so relieved to hear her voice. She explained that her mother was sick and she had to go stay with her until her father was able to get home. We talked and the conversation, shifted. She told me that she wanted a hug. I thought that she was testing my feelings. I had told her earlier how much I loved to hug and cuddle with someone that I was into. I would love for you to be here so that I could hug you, I said. "Can I ask you something," I questioned and without waiting for an answer I preceded to ask what she meant by the "It was the star" comment the other night.
After a few minutes of basically not answering my question, she said she needed to call me back. The few minutes turned into an hour and I fell asleep lying across the bed. I was awakened by a knock at the door, it was Paulett.
I was very happy to see her, but I almost immediately excused myself to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. She said she needed to check on her mother. As I was coming out of the bathroom, she came to greet me. She stopped just short of being right in my face. I made the step that made us touch. I put my arms around her waist and she put her arms around my neck. It felt like we hugged forever. I didn't want to let go. I slowly ran my hands up and down her back. I could feel her get into it; I could hear that she was getting into it.
She smelled good, she smelled like a combination of the scent of the island and Pleasure perfume. I put my lips on her neck. She tasted good, she felt good. She wanted to stay with me and I wanted her to stay. I placed Carl Thomas' CD in my laptop and opened the patio door. The breeze was perfect; it blew the curtains gently into my room and then pulled them back out into the night again.
The bed post in my room was unusually high. I am tall and they had me beat by a foot. She leaned up against one of the post and I leaned up against her. We kissed, it was nice, and it was very nice. I craved her tongue. I couldn't get close enough to her, in her. We found ourselves in my bed, fully dressed. She had on a loose flowing skirt and a low cut, short sleeve summer knit top. I had on some shorts and my right leg easily found its way between her legs. I could feel her push into my thigh and she moaned and I buried my mouth in her neck.
I sucked on her neck as my hands made their way up through her top. Her nipples were hard and my fingertips enjoyed touching them. All she kept saying was "please." Her accent was so sexy and alluring. I unhooked her silk bra and removed both it and her top in one motion. Without hesitation, my tongue immediately found itself on her nipples, caressing her breast, licking her at that very moment felt right! It didn't matter that I had only known her for a few days. For some reason a few days was enough.
Something that I had not noticed before, her ass! It was so round and soft. She was wearing a g-string so both sides of those beautiful mounds were exposed to my hands. She pulled me closer to her and the heat between us became unbearable. We moved apart with the same kind of rhythm that made us move into each other. I think that we both wanted to be close with a "but" clause. The but represented I'm leaving, she's staying.
So we kissed again. This time, it was even more passionate. I sucked on her tongue; she pulled at my bottom lip. Yet, I still had not gotten an answer to my question, "what about the star?" Sometime during the night we fell asleep. I was nestled behind her as if it was freezing outside and she was providing the heat of a fireplace.
I woke up first. Her hair was in my face and it smelled as if it had been freshly washed. I kissed her shoulder and the licked her back. I told her that I would always remember that moment; I would always remember the way she feels, the way she smiled, the way she walked, the way she talked and the way she tasted. Her response - "the star showed me that." With that I had to get up and get ready for the programs scheduled for that day.
By the time I had finished in the bathroom, she had gotten up and found her top and was pressing her skirt. I stood behind her "good morning love" I said and I ran my hands down her back and stopped just short of what would cause me to miss my morning programs. She turned and kissed me on the cheek and encouraged me to get down stairs. She promised to stop by the East Caicos room where my morning program was being held after she had washed up.
After a half-hour she appeared with some apple juice in one hand and a danish in the other. "I thought you might be hungry," she said. By that time, one of my attendees was standing in front of me with a list of things that he needed for his presentation later that day. I asked Paulett to wait to which she replied "sure Miss Calvin." For some reason I thought that was the funniest thing in the world. The presenter looked at me with that - please let me in on the joke look.
Two or three minutes passed and I guess he finally figured out it was none of his business and left. She sat behind the registration desk with me. As she moved her right hand up and down my thigh we got lost in our own little world until I heard someone call for me. "It's cold in this meeting room, could you have someone turn down the air?" Sure, I said and mumbled to Paulett that I was rather warm. I decided to go downstairs to the Convention Manager's office with Paulett to have her radio the air conditioner request. This also gave me a few tongue-tasting moments with Paulett on the elevator before she had to leave and I had to work.
All of our non-working moments were spent together and it was now Thursday night and my flight was very early Saturday morning. I asked if she could get off early on Friday night so that she could attend the closing night party I had planned for my group. To my surprise she had already planned to be there. Nobody questioned her being there, I was known for inviting members of the hotel staff to our closing events. We touched constantly under the table. Once I ran my hand to far up her skirt and we both started laughing for no apparent reason.
It was very noisy, the band that I had hired was good but they speaker system was too strong for such an intimate group. It worked for me however; it meant I could whisper in Paulett's ear and it not seemed odd. At one point, I put my tongue in her ear and she whispered that it felt good. She kept her hand on my leg the entire night. I felt like I had been with her forever. For some reason I had this overwhelming desire to bathe her. I had only done that for one other person. I found it strange that I would ask her that and even stranger that she eagerly said "yes."
As the night drew to an end, I left first and she went to talk to her manager about something. By the time she arrived to my room, I had already drew a tub of warm bath water, with baby oil and some other secret ingredients including rose pedals and bubble bathe to make the experience for her special.
She arrived and she seemed sad, which in turn made me sad. We had both decided not to talk about departure plans so that we could enjoy this last evening together. She grabbed my hand and made her way to and through the patio door. Again, we found ourselves looking at the stars. As I was about to ask again what she meant by the "star" comment, she kissed me. "I love your tongue" I said "as a matter of fact I love you!" As the words left my lips, I felt faint.
The next few minutes were spent in a very intense embrace. It was the kind of embrace that feels like you are slow dancing, making love and hugging all at the same time. Finally, she pulled away, "I love you too," she said. "That's what I meant about the star. Stars are special and different and when you are able to see one up close, it's light can over power you. It can show you the way out of darkness, it can give you hope, it can answer prayers. That's what I saw in you when we first met. I knew that you were different; I knew that we would share something special."
She concluded that no matter how far apart we might be physically, that on the right night we could both look to the darkness of the sky and see the same star. Nobody will (or should they) understand what is special between us. "We just are," I concluded. With that we moved to the bathroom.
I removed all of her clothes and she stepped into the tub. We didn't talk much. I had the Best of Phyllis Hyman CD playing and the music said it all. I kissed her, I licked her and I bathed her. I rubbed her entire body with baby oil and I thought of how it would feel to hold her all night. At different points in time we each sniffled a little at the thought of the early morning departure, but we didn't let that take away from what we were feeling at that very moment.
We slept completely in the nude. We touched and as much as we both wanted to, we did not make love (at least not the way one would think). We let our passions come out in the way that we kissed. I don't know what will happen when I get home, but I do know one thing, I will forever remember this Island, Paulett's kiss and the beauty and love that I found in a star!
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