You walk off the plane into the hot humid airport terminal, there are hundreds of people lining up to get their baggage checked in through customs, you sigh as you stand at the end of the line. You feel a tap at your shoulder and look around to see whom it is, to your surprise it is the nurse, Janine's assistant.
"Hey there! What a surprise to see you here, what on earth are you doing here?" the nurse inquiries.
"Oh I'm just here to see the sights, I heard that a very famous film director might be here, I am a big fan of his work."
"Really now? I never knew about any film directors here, but I am not exactly a film buff myself, I think life has enough dramas without needing to watch some more on TV. Where are you planning on staying here in Venezuela? A tourist could easily get lost amongst these...savages"
"Savages?" you laugh "That sounds abit over the top don't you think? I wasn't sure where I was going to stay for the night, why do you have somewhere in mind?"
"As a matter of fact yes, I'm sure that there is extra space for another person in my hotel suite... Tell you what, you get some champagne and food and I will make the necessary arrangements, the hotel is Des Tropicana corner Juan and Gordito St, number 32, just knock when you are ready, I will be there... waiting."
Before you could reply, the nurse walked off, disappearing in a sea of people. How odd you think to yourself as the line slowly gets shorter and shorter, it is only about half a km now, you sigh to yourself inwardly... if only there was a way.
"Hey there" a familiar voice purrs in your ear behind you. You turn around and it is the stewardess.
"You don't want to spend half your life standing in a line like this... come on" she says dragging you out the queue for a shortcut through the stewardess check out.
"Thanks, I was getting all hot and sweaty just standing in that line..."
"Oh Really? I thought I only made you do that? That and the chicken of course!" she laughed.
"Where are you staying at here? I'm officially now on holidays for the next week! We should hook up again... if your not busy."
"I am staying with a friend tonight but I'm free tomorrow, how about lunch at 12?"
"Really? Where are you staying? I know this great place to eat at they have everything and it is sooo cheap! Lots of chicken too!" she laughs.
"I'm staying at the Des Tropicana, I love chicken, I will definitely be there!"
"The Des Tropicana? That's pretty upmarket, be careful around that area though, there is a lot of `savages' roaming around"
"Don't worry about me, see you tomorrow!"
The maintainer quickly scribbles the address of the restaurant down on a piece of paper and hands it too you before waving goodbye and getting in a taxicab with a group of other flight attendants. The humidity of the place sticks to your clothes as you hail down a cab; you find it oddly disconcerting that you have been told twice in a period of 10 minutes about the `savages' roaming the streets. It can't be that bad you tell yourself, I've lived in New York, nothing can really compare to those savages. You look out the dirty window of the cab and swear that you saw the nurse looking at you, but when you double check there is nobody. You ask the taxi driver to drop you off at the nearest bottle shop next to Des Tropicana and sit back, the slow vibration of the car engine and Elvis Presley blaring out the speakers making you drowsy as you drift off to sleep.
You awaken when the driver stops, announcing that you owe him 100pesos, you pay him the money and step out, bright neon lights line the street, and you can see Des Tropicana just two blocks up. The street is littered with rubbish and hundreds of people laughing and walking, their pockets full of money to be spent at the numerous casinos, pubs and strip clubs lining the street. You walk into a small dirty bottle shop and buy a bottle of champagne, it costs more than its worth but you don't mind, you are getting free accommodation for the night after all. Next you buy some Chinese, you have no idea if the nurse likes this kind of food or not, but you don't think she would mind too much. As you are just about to cross the road with your arms full of grog and food, a black limousine fly's out of nowhere hurtling towards you at breakneck speed, you are only able to dodge it by jumping backwards, falling awkwardly on your butt. The driver of the vehicle stops but does not get out, the drivers side window winds down and you see an ape of a driver with sunnies on, he points to his eyes then back to you. You are just about to get up and show him two black eyes when he speeds off. Your legs turn to jelly as you realise that you were seconds away from becoming road kill. You also wonder what the driver was saying to you, `I've got my eyes on you?' who the hell was he anyway? And why was he picking on you? And who the hell where's sunglasses driving a car at night? Bloody savages you mumble to yourself as you pick yourself up and walk to the Hotel.
You knock on the door at number 32 and hear somebody fumble around inside before opening the door. A big cloud of incensed air flees out of the opening door, like a rat fleeing off a sinking ship. You are almost choking from the stuff; it is like lighting up a cigarette in the middle of city smog air. You step back momentarily taking in a deep breath before plunging headfirst into the room. It is not so bad once you are inside the room, the opening of the door clearing out most of the incense smell, standing before you is the nurse in a bathrobe looking quite surprised.
"I didn't think you would get back so... soon, I was just running a bath would you like to join me?"
You are still visible shaking from the whole incident but calm yourself down after a few deep breaths, your hands only shaking a little now.
"Are you ok honey? What's the matter? You look all shaken up, like you saw a ghost or something..."
The nurse takes a step towards you embracing you in her arms, a feeling of warmth and safety envelopes you as you break down in tears relaying to her everything that happened in the past 10 minutes.
"There, there, its alright I won't let anyone hurt you...now." The nurse says, kissing away your tears, their saltiness still stinging your eyes. You meet her lips, your tongue opening her lips, desperately exploring, a wild animalistic need taking over your body. The nurse takes control her little pink tongue slipping in and out of your mouth while her hands play all over your body. The nurse breaks your embrace, panting.
"I think you need a bath to scrub away those fears," she whispers in your ear, before turning her back and grabbing the champagne bottle before heading towards the bathroom. She turns her head when she reaches the bathroom door, giving you an
`I'll be waiting' look before slipping out of sight into the bathroom.
You take off your clothes and follow her into the bathroom, your fear dissipated like the incense when you opened the door.
The bathroom is huge, containing an old style shower that was converted into a spa, its edges high enough to sit on while its hand held shower providing flexibility. The nurse is there waiting spread legged perched upon the opposite wall of the spa, with the bottle of champagne in both hands.
"Lets party!" she says popping the cork on the champagne, the cork flies off the bottle narrowly missing your head and out into the bedroom. The nurse giggles at your attempt to dodge the cork.
"Thanks" you reply clambering up off the floor.
"Im sorry, come here, I'll make it up for you." The nurse says, hooking her legs around the back of your knees and pulling you down to her, her lips hungrily on you as her tongue entwines with yours her lips locked with yours, a passionate embrace lasting an eternity.
You trace your hands down the spine of her back your lips still locked together as she arches her back towards you, breaking your embrace as you trace a line from her lips to her neck your lips leaving a small red mark on there, a small crescent moon fast disappearing in the harsh light of the bathroom. Your tongue explores further down, your tongue making broad stroking movements as you try and take in as much of her breast as possible, her nipples already erect from the stimulation. The nurse is groaning now her legs spread wide apart as she begins to touch herself, her fingers delicately parting her lips as she strokes herself, her fingers exploring passages only explored by tongues, fantasies and fingers. You look up at her smiling sultrily with your tongue out the whole length as you work further down snaking down her body, your hands all over her body as you make your way down, kissing, nibbling, playing, tasting the fragrances of her body through your nose and through your mouth, an exotic mixture of coconut and something else, something with spice.
You reach the thin tangle of pubic hair at the base of her stomach, licking at it with the full length of your tongue, enjoying the rough texture of it and the faint flavour of her juices, the faint flavour of sex. You reach the top of her lips as you lave it with your tongue, spreading it apart, the taste of sex strong as you lap up her juices that trickle out of her swollen lips, like nectar dripping out of a flower. The nurse stops stroking herself at this stage as she sucks hungrily at her own finger, tasting her own juices as she groans in ecstasy.
Taking up the full bottle of champagne next to her, she exclaims rather sarcastically
"You must be thirsty from all your hard work, here have a drink" before pouring a thin stream of champagne down her chest. The stream meanders slowly down her chest before picking up speed as gravity takes over, a little stream of champagne passing between her chest and over the thin tangle of pubic hairs before cascading over the edge, your tongue lapping it up like a cat at a milk bowl. You lick faster as she increases the flow, your chin covered in a mixture of her juices, saliva and cheap champagne. The nurse is groaning louder now as you see her whole body visibly shaking in pleasure, her head going back as her hands support her body weight. You increase the speed of your licking even though the champagne has long been finished, the nurse moaning, her body writhing in pleasure as a rush of passion and sensation floods her body, her body racked in orgasm after orgasm until she is left, breathless, with one leg thrown over your shoulder, a picture of eroticism from bygone era's.
Hungrily the nurse pulls you up, her mouth on yours her lips opening and closing, her tongue desperately on yours, desperately wanting nothing more than to give you pleasure like you had given her earlier. You struggle to retain control but think better of it if you want to get through this without any bruises. Then as if some external entity took control of her body the nurse stops and slows down, kissing your face almost tenderly, her lips still moist from your saliva, leaving small spots of moisture on your face, evaporating quickly in the warm bathroom air only to leave cold ice like impressions where her lips once were. She moves across to your breasts kissing tenderly as she goes, you can feel her hands on your thighs, spreading your legs apart as her fingers slide along the length of your lips. Spreading them apart and feeling the silkiness of the flesh underneath as your juices trickle out, betraying your unspoken wishes. The nurse still holds the empty bottle of champagne in her right hand like it was some kind of trophy she had just won. Using her eyes to tell you to sit down, the nurse gets down on her knees like a servant to its master. She kisses your stomach leaving small imprints of her moist lips as she moves down further south, her hair obscuring the view of her face from your vantage point. She reaches your lips and stops kissing, she moves back her hair so you can get a full view of what is going on before she licks whole length of you, groaning loudly as she tastes your juices for the first time, you are groaning loudly too, her rough tongue tickling your clit as she licks back and forth slowly, you are hot and wet as you push your hips towards her, yearning for more. Stopping abruptly the nurse looks up at you, smiling smuttily she spreads your legs bringing up the empty champagne bottle, sliding it back and forth between your swollen lips you reach down and spread your lips apart. Your juices trickling out, moistening the sliding bottle as it slides back and forth between your lips tickling your clit as it slides over it. You place one leg on top of the nurses shoulder so that the bottle rubs against your clit more as she works the bottle up and down, faster and faster. You are panting faster now, the pleasure mounting faster than your breathing rate as you moan out loud "Yesyesyesyessssssss oh yeah... Oh MY GOD!" as you are overtaken by pleasure and heat sweeping through your body as you feel yourself orgasm, like a flower opening itself after a long winter season you feel it unfurling itself fully its intensity overwhelming and flooding your senses.
To be continued...