Chapter Thirty-Three: Bermuda
Saturday, December 29, 1990
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Bermuda Civil Air Terminal. Local time is 3:10pm and the temperature is seventy-one degrees Fahrenheit."
"Sorry, it's not really tropical weather," Angela said. "I was just reading that wetsuits are recommended for winter snorkeling." She tapped her finger on the auto club travel book.
"There's only one recreational activity that's a must," Tony flirted, kissing her on the cheek.
"Are you two on your honeymoon?" the woman across the aisle asked.
"Yes, we are," Tony lied.
"I just wanted to give you my best wishes. You seem to be very much in love."
"I don't know what I'd do without him," Angela told her sincerely.
They collected their luggage and took a taxi to the resort. A bellhop put their belongings on a cart and led them to the front desk. "Mr. Micelli and Ms. Bower, we have the pleasure of your company for three nights. Is that correct?"
"Yes, we're staying until next year," Tony joked.
"Here's a resort map, a schedule of activities, and your room key. You'll be in the Quartz Pavilion, suite 310."
They held hands and followed the bellhop to their room. In the lobby, another couple was fighting. "Paul, I swear to God, it was her. Don't you dare tell me I'm crazy again!"
"Let's just ask at the front desk," he replied.
"Hello Dr. Ferguson, Dr. Schaeffer. What can I help you with?"
"Is there a guest named Angela Bower here?" Isabel asked.
"Yes, she is also in the Quartz Pavilion, suite 310."
"Thank you," Paul said.
"I told you!" Isabel said, punching her husband in the arm.
"Ow!"
Angela and Tony's suite overlooked a bay and had a comfortable balcony with an umbrella and cushioned wicker furniture. A king-sized bed took up most of the bedroom, and a wet bar and TV sat opposite the couch in the living room. The bathroom had double sinks and a walk-in shower with a glass door.
"This place is nice!" Tony thought aloud.
"We have another hour before sunset. Why don't we explore the resort?" Angela asked.
Tony wrapped one arm around her slim waist. "Why don't we explore each other instead?" he asked, kissing her with intention. A knock at the door startled them.
"I'll get it," he said, releasing her. He looked through the peephole and turned back. "You're never going to guess who it is," he said. Opening the door wide, he greeted them. "Doctors!"
"Oh my God!" Angela screeched, running to hug Isabel. "How did you know we were here?"
"I thought I saw you in the lobby, so we asked at the front desk." Isabel scanned the space, seeing two doors. "Where are the kids?" she asked.
"We didn't bring them," Angela told her. "Sam's eighteen now, same as Marci, so we left Jonathan and Mother under her supervision."
"Oh." Isabel looked at Paul, then back at Tony and Angela. "So, um, are you two together now?"
Tony put an arm around Angela's waist while she answered. "Yes, we are."
"I feel bad for not keeping in touch. How long?"
"A week," Angela laughed. "It's a long story. Tony and I were just about to explore the resort. Did you just get here, or are you locals now?"
"We got here around noon," she said. "Let's walk around."
"Man, it's good to see you, but something I've been waiting a very long time for was just about to happen," Tony told Paul.
"Oh shit, I didn't mean to cockblock you. Once these two start chatting, we have no control over the situation."
"What's a few more hours?" Tony decided.
The foursome got a cocktail, watched the sunset, and went for an early dinner together in the resort's Italian restaurant. Afterward, they walked back toward the Quartz Pavilion. "We haven't even unpacked," Angela told them.
Back in the room, Tony made quick work of hanging and stowing clothes in dresser drawers. Angela took her toiletries bag and started the shower. She put her hair up and pulled out her razor, shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream. When she was done shaving her legs and washing her body, she put one of the hotel's waffle weave cotton robes on.
"Your turn!" she told Tony as she exited the bathroom with a bottle of body lotion. She sat on the couch and lifted one leg up, spreading lotion along her shin. When she looked up, he was staring at her, practically salivating. "Hurry up, and you'll have these legs wrapped around you so much sooner," she teased.
It couldn't have been more than five minutes later when a stark naked and clean Tony walked out of the bathroom. He pulled her up by her bathrobe's matching tie and pushed it off her shoulders. "Whoa, Angela!" he said, stunned by the surprise waiting underneath.
"I went to J. Sisters'," she told him.
"I don't know what that means. All I know is that I need to get you in bed."
"It's a Brazilian wax," she explained, and he took her face in his hands and kissed her like she was the only woman on Earth.
They stripped the covers down and he lay on top of her as they made out. "You want me to eat you out?" he asked.
"It would be kind of a waste if you didn't," she said, pushing his shoulders down.
"I'm gonna taste every inch of you," he promised, making good progress on his way down her torso. He skipped from her lower abdomen to her upper thighs, then folded her legs as he rested her feet on his shoulders. "You're so smooth," he added, as he caressed her legs.
Finally, he put her knees over his shoulders and bent to her center, planting tiny kisses on the newly hairless area. "It's sensitive," she told him, a shiver running through her body.
"I haven't even gotten to the good part yet," he said, running his tongue from her mound along one side of her labia and back up the other side.
"I want you inside me when I come."
"Don't worry, baby. We'll get to that. First, I'm gonna lick this nice, clean, smooth pussy of yours."
The words alone made her clench, but then he made good on the promise, licking every crevice of her vulva and flicking her clit with his tongue while he curled two fingers against her g-spot. He held her hips in place with his forearm while she closed her legs around his head and squirmed.
"Mmmmm, yummmmmm," he hummed around her clit.
"Tony, oh my god. I'm so fucking close," she cried. He stilled his fingers and edged her. "Don't stop," she ordered. He realized she was rolling her nipples frantically, so he took mercy and began to suck at her clit while stroking her g-spot.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed. A gush of liquid flooded his hand, but he kept stroking her through it, lifting his head to watch her expression. When the grimaces turned to contentment, he laid next to her.
"That was one hell of a surprise," he told her.
"The Brazilian or the squirting?"
"Both."
"I'm going to need a minute. Can we just make out before we have sex?" she asked.
"Of course, honey."
They kissed lazily for several minutes, then more passionately. "I'm ready," she said, pulling him on top of her. He swiped the head of his penis through her wet folds.
"Are you sure?" he asked, lining himself up.
"Yes. Just push in and let me adjust."
Tony groaned as he pushed halfway, then slowly tilted his hips to pull out a little before he landed all the way in. He laughed. "This is amazing. God, why didn't we do this before?" He leaned in to kiss Angela, who was smiling from ear to ear.
"If you think this feels good, wait until we start moving," she said. With the reminder, he began to thrust, settling into a steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, then over his shoulders. As he felt himself start to get close, he stuck a thumb in his mouth and then put it against her clit. "I'm gonna come, she announced, and he pistoned into her, pushing her over the edge.
He felt an agonizing release as he spilled into her. "Fuck," he cried, screwing up his face. He kept thrusting until he was long empty and beginning to soften, then pulled out and sighed aggressively.
"You're really good at that," Angela teased.
"No. You," he argued incoherently. After a minute he added "I love you so much."
They cuddled together on the dry side of the mattress until they fell asleep, then woke a few hours later to do it again, with Angela on her knees and Tony entering her from behind before pushing her flat and laying atop her. In the morning, she grabbed the bottle of lube she had brought from home and applied it internally. "Wake up, Tony," she said. "I'm going to get on top."
"Go ahead," he said without opening his eyes. She sank down onto him as he placed his hands atop her thighs. Soon he was fully awake, watching her ride him to completion. "You're my favorite alarm clock," he told her, turning them over and driving into her until he couldn't hold back any longer.