Self-Fulfilling Fantasy

After she arrived she checked into her hotel. She was in reception doing some paperwork when she thought about how miserable she was here in this beautiful country. She hurriedly scribbled her name on the final expense agreement her agency needed, grabbed her luggage and headed toward the elevator with the same scowl that's been on her face since last week.

She paused at her hotel room door to take out the keycard. Fumbling with it, she dropped it, and as she bent down to pick it up she heard a familiar, soft, and gentle voice. "Hello Michelle."

It was Ulysses; he was leaving his room across the hall from Michelle's. Her eyes widened and she tensed up. "Oh. Hi!" She said, standing to face him, with an awkward smile on her face. Her heart was pounding out of her chest. She chastised herself for being so excited.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here. I mean I was, just not here, in the hotel. You know what I mean..."

Ulysses chuckled, nodding his head, "Yes I supposed they booked our rooms close to each other -- easy to keep track of everyone I guess."

"Mmhmm." Michelle gulped. "Well I guess I'll see you later for the dinner the agency is giving."

Ulysses smiled, nodding again, "Yes, I'm going to get a quick swim in and I'll see you later."

"Bye bye," Michelle awkwardly replied. Rolling her eyes at herself, she opened her door and entered her room, tossing her luggage on bed and flopping down on it. "So stupid. It's like I had never seen him before. Why was I so excited?" She asked herself, yet deep down she knew the answer.

Deciding to take a shower, Michelle stood, removing her clothes, running her hands through her long dark hair, she checked out the bathroom. It was surprisingly luxurious. There was a nice shower stall, with glass a door. There was also a huge tub, which looked very appetizing to Michelle. She prepared the hot water and climbed in. It felt wonderful. The hot water soothing her nerves and easing the tightness her muscles felt from the long, uncomfortable flight. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and casually rubbed her clit. Her altercation with Bill gradually left her mind.

Later in the evening Michelle, wearing a long white skirt and short top that exposed her midriff, found herself sitting across from Ulysses at the dinner table, along with several models, photographers, and staff members. Dinner was relaxing and lighthearted. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Both Ulysses and Michelle caught each other's eye several times throughout the dinner.

Eventually the table slowly started losing its inhabitants. Folks would finish desert and say goodnight to everyone, one by one, until it was only Ulysses and Michelle. They didn't speak much, exchanging smiles and making small talk as they sipped their coffee. Ulysses finished his coffee first. "Well I suppose I'll head to bed then."

"Yeah me too," Michelle said, standing up with him. They walked to the nearest elevator. As they entered the elevator, they were surprised to see a large group fall in right behind them. They were tourists. Cramming the elevator, Michelle found herself standing in front of Ulysses at the back of the lift. As more people piled in, she backed up, accidently stepping on his foot.

"I'm sorry!" She said, looking over her shoulder to a smiling Ulysses.

"It's ok. Come back a little more to make room," He replied. Michelle turned around in the crowded elevator and felt something warm and soft on her stomach. She looked down to see that Ulysses' hand had reached around her and was resting on her stomach, gently pulling her back into him. Without thinking she placed her hand on his and watched him caress one of her abs with his thumb. She smiled, waiting for the elevator to empty. The tourists were on the same floor as her and Ulysses, so she remained in that position, leaning against him with her butt pressing into his crotch, the entire elevator ride. The tourists cleared out first, followed by her and Ulysses.

They walked to their rooms with smiles on their faces. Ulysses gave Michelle a warm and gentle hug, his hands trailing up and down her back. They broke the hug, looking into each other's eyes.

"I guess I'll you in the morning," Michelle said.

"Yes. Sleep well. Goodnight, Michelle," Ulysses said, squeezing her hand and turning around to enter his room. Michelle did the same, stripping naked and climbing into bed. It had been a long day of travel. She held onto a pillow, pretending it was Ulysses, and fell right to sleep.

Chapter 8

The next two days were a whirlwind of photo shoots, re-shoots, and traveling to the locations of the photo shoots. By the end of the day Michelle and Ulysses were exhausted. They met up for dinner, chatting and laughing the entire time.

The interesting thing about the two days of photo shoots is that in each and every provocative pose the photographer would put Michelle and Ulysses in, she would idly caress his back, or his chest, or his abs. She would squeeze his hand after a change in position. They would flash each other glances and soft smiles throughout the entire work day. They would sit next to each other looking out over the water on a nearby beach, eating lunch, not saying a word.

Michelle didn't even think about Bill or their situation. She was so far away from it literally and figuratively now. She felt at ease and free.

The third day was more tiring than the second. Ulysses was used primarily more for soccer ads, and Michelle was in other parts of the city shooting fashion. They didn't see each other much until later in the evening for another delightful dinner together. They chatted about their past jobs and their childhood. Michelle felt even more at ease around him, giving him a much longer hug than normal -- almost a long embrace in front of her room, ending with a shared smile and gaze into each other's eyes.

The next day was more of a sightseeing day. Ulysses and Michelle met in the lobby of the hotel, had breakfast, and began touring the city and its surroundings. At one point, when they were stopping to peek in various shops, Michelle nearly tripped on one of the cobblestone streets they were walking on. She grabbed Ulysses' arm to steady herself. She didn't let go though.

"Is this ok with you?" She turned, asking Ulysses as they walked.

"Oh course. I don't mind. I tend to prefer hand holding though. That is, if you are ok with that."

Michelle nodded, taking his hand, holding as they walked from shop to shop.

"I would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable," Ulysses said as they left one shop and walked over to check out a fountain.

"I know. You've always made me feel comfortable around you. I really like this. Spending time with you today; it's relaxing." Michelle said, standing in front of a fountain with Ulysses.

Moments later a local teenager asked if he could take their picture. He assumed they were a couple and figured he could make a few dollars from them. Ulysses smiled at Michelle, "We have so many pictures of us together already."

"I know, but this would be a non-work related picture."

Ulysses nodded, releasing her hand, he slid his around her waist, resting it on her hip. She turned slightly and placed her hand on his chest. They smiled at the kid and he took their photo. He gave them a receipt and told them where to get the photo printed.

"I like this picture," Michelle said at their lunch table an hour later.

"Well you certainly make all your pictures worth looking at. I'm sorry that was lame." Ulysses said, poking fun of himself.

Michelle smiled, "Same could be said for you."

They continued their afternoon touring the city with Michelle initiating hand holding between the two. She never once thought about Bill, and Ulysses never asked about him. She bought a souvenir for her son.

They walked back to their respective hotel rooms, agreeing to meet in a couple hours for dinner and then to check out some of the clubs nearby.

It was a very hot and humid night. Michelle in a gorgeous, short red dress, sat outside, eating dinner with Ulysses. He was wearing khaki shorts, and a short sleeve, open collared shirt with a white tank top underneath. Michelle was sharing a funny story about her son, Mikey. Afterward, they chatted about plans for the evening. Ulysses said he was open to anything. She suggested a nearby nightclub, relishing in the chance to dance with him again like they did in Miami a few weeks prior.

The club was packed full of people dancing, drinking, and sweaty. It was like a packed sardine can full of gorgeous Latin bodies in an orgy of dancing. Michelle and Ulysses made their way through the crowed to find a table. Ulysses got her water and a rum and coke for each of them. They enjoyed their drinks and a little while later Ulysses stood, extending his hand to Michelle.

The music was loud, so they didn't bother talking. They danced, sharing gazes into each other's eyes, as they faced each other. Ulysses held her leg up to him like before, except this time Michelle never looked away. She lifted his tank top to expose his abs and ran her hands across them, as they looked hungrily into each other's eyes. She turned around, gyrated her butt against his crotch, feeling something, something very large and hard. She was horny, she wanted him, but she was afraid.

The evening ended with her in Ulysses' arms in front of her hotel room. She broke the embrace, resting her hands on his shoulders, staring into his eyes. She slowly inched closer, closing her eyes, and kissed him softly on his lips.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have," Michelle said, looking downward.

"No, please don't be sorry. It's fine. It's ok, really." Ulysses said, bringing his fingers to her hair and brushing it behind her ear. She smiled softly at him, staring into his eyes for what seemed like forever. She knew how this would end but not tonight.

Michelle sighed and hugged Ulysses once more before entering her room. She sat at the edge of the bed thinking about everything. She knew what was coming; she knew she couldn't stop it. Bill was right when he said he wasn't what she needed anymore. This has been brewing for years now. It was unavoidable. The only question is when would she let everything come to a head and explode.

Chapter 9

"Ok just hang tight, we're having some issues here," one of the staff members said to Michelle and Ulysses on a beach the next morning. Some of the camera equipment was malfunctioning. This would be another delay to their shoot. There had already been vehicle problems that caused their arrival at the secluded beach to take longer. Now it seems the humidity or human error were causing problems for the equipment.

"I'm sorry guys; just give us some time here. Hopefully we'll be back up and running in an hour or so. The cooler is over there if you want some water. Lunch will be arriving soon." The staff member told his two models. Michelle wearing a yellow thong, string bikini and Ulysses, wearing matching, yellow Speedo bathing suit, flashed each other a soft smile and walked toward the cooler to get some water. They had been relatively quiet this morning. The kiss from the previous night wasn't mentioned. Ulysses remained his friendly, normal self, and Michelle remained professional even if she felt awkward.

It was close to noon and it around 97 degrees out. Every staff member was miserable, sweaty, and tired already. The faulty equipment was just another added stress factor.

There was a rundown shack about 100 yards from the spot of the photo shoot. Ulysses headed off toward it, smiling politely at Michelle as he walked away. She watched him enter the shack. It was sheltered by some mangrove trees on one side. The other side, the one facing the water was fairly dilapidated and partially open. It didn't look dangerous, and was most likely used for fishing. Michelle watched Ulysses inspect the outside of the shack and then cautiously enter it, closing the wooden door behind him.

Michelle made small talk for a few minutes with some of the make-up ladies on the staff, and then stood, clearing her throat and slowly walked toward the shack.

Michelle opened the door, peeping inside. She saw Ulysses leaning against the wooden wall near the open part of the shack, overlooking the water. Small waves gently rolled against the embankment that the shack was on. He smiled at her, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"It's a hot one isn't it?" He said, wiping his forehead again.

"Yes," Michelle said, looking at Ulysses' sweaty, muscular torso. She took a few steps toward him, glancing over his dark chocolate body, her eyes trailing to his crotch.

Ulysses stopped leaning against the wall and stood up straight, softly smiling at Michelle. She stood in front of him, looking into his eyes.

"Michelle? You ok?" He asked.

Michelle said nothing, slowly reaching behind herself, to undo the strap of her bikini top. She let it fall to the ground, never her taking her eyes off Ulysses. His eyes widened as he watched her slide her thong bikini bottoms down and step out of them, tossing them to the side with her foot. She stood there nude in front of him.

"Michelle, I...are you sure," Ulysses said. Michelle took a few steps toward him.

"Shhhhh," she said, bringing her index finger to her lips. She moved closer, running her hand up and down Ulysses' chest. She bent down and began kissing his chest. She swirled her tongue around his nipples, and then lowered herself to her knees. She placed her hands on his waist and proceeded to kiss every inch of his abs and stomach.

Michelle looked up at Ulysses' face, and began to tug at his yellow Speedo, slowly pulling it down. Ulysses ran his fingers through her hair, looking into her eyes. A massive, black cock sprung up, nearly hitting her in the face. She grabbed it by the base and ran kisses up the side all the way to the tip. She looked at it and smiled, this was her cock now. She kissed the tip, then closing her eyes and opening her mouth, she brought it inside, slowly sucking it. Placing her hands on his stomach she weaved her head back and forth along his long dick. She grabbed it again, and began to lovingly lick the tip, while looking into Ulysses' eyes. His mouth was open as he moaned.

Michelle stood up, casually stroking his cock, and smiled at him. Ulysses' hand was tangled in her long flowing hair. He pulled her in for a steamy kiss, their tongues dancing with each other.

"You're beautiful Michelle." Ulysses said, breaking the kiss and glancing over her perfect, glistening body.

"So are you." She replied.

Ulysses bent down and picked Michelle up. There was a small cot near the other side of the shack. Fisherman probably slept there. He placed her gently on the cot, laying next to her, kissing her mouth, neck, and breasts. He kissed all the way down to her stomach, licking her navel, and then continued south. Michelle spread her legs for him. He was kissing and licking her inner thigh, he then moved to her sweet spot. He performed long, languid licks up and down her outer lips. He slowly, sensually sucked at her blood engorged clitoris. He then, running his hands up and down her body, slid his tongue inside her, slowly swirling it around, tasting her juices. For several minutes he licked her, taking his time, going slowly. She couldn't stand it anymore and arched her back, letting out a loud moan, as Ulysses' tongue swirled around inside her vagina.

With her lips quivering she looked at Ulysses as he rose to his knees. He stroked his glorious cock and placed it gently against her vaginal opening. She could only nod to him to signal for him to penetrate her. He nodded back and slowly fed his member into her wet pussy. Michelle's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ulysses pushed is as far as he could. She moaned when he reached her cervix. He went down on his elbows, looking into Michelle's pleasure stricken face. He kissed her long and hard.

"I've wanted this for a long time," He whispered, inches from her face.

"I have too, I knew this would happen the moment I met you," she replied.

Ulysses nodded and slowly began pumping his hips, squeezing his butt muscles, and penetrating her over and over again. She moaned and gasped for air as he made love to her. He kissed along her neck, sending tingles down her spine. She wrapped her arms around him, and brought her legs up, locking her feet together around his flexing butt.

"Ah yes!" she whispered.

"Cum for me, cum for me my darling," He whispered in her ear.

Michelle grabbed his face, kissing him hard, as the cot shook with their love making. Then it started again, another orgasm building up. She cried out in pleasure as Ulysses kept going, continuously thrusting into her. She reached around and ran her hands up and down his sweaty back, then down to grab his butt.

Ulysses grabbed her, sitting up and rolled onto his back. He kept thrusting up into her, never stopping. Minutes pass and other orgasm builds up in Michelle. This time they both stopped moving. Ulysses watched as her body shook from pleasure. A tiny droplet of sweat was forming on her nipple. Ulysses opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and lapped at it. He then took that breast in his mouth, sucking hungrily at the nipple.

Michelle core started shaking again and she arched her back, throwing her head back, her hair flinging sweat up into the air. The sunlight coming through from the outside illuminating her light-brown skin as her perky C-cup breasts bounced up and down while she rode Ulysses to another orgasm.

He rose up and held her tightly, kissing her, "I've wanted you for so long," he said in between powerful, single, thrusts.

"Ever since I first met you, I've loved you," He said pounding up into her again, causing her to moan and throw her head back.

"I've always loved you, Michelle. I want you to be mine." He said, with one final thrust. She looked into his eyes, out of breath. She stared down at his chest and ran her index finger in between his pecs, collecting sweat from his body. She brought her finger to her mouth and sucked it.

"Will you? Will you leave Bill and be with me?" Ulysses asked.

"I will." She replied. "I will. I'm yours now." "Give me everything; give me all that you have once more."

She grabbed his face again, kissing him, as he started thrusting again into her. Up and down she bounced on the cot until both of them moaned and grabbed each other tightly as a mutual orgasm washed over them, Ulysses flooding her pussy with his semen -- making her his.

Chapter 10

The photo shoot never continued. They couldn't figure out the issue with the equipment, and the van was fixed so the manager figured they would try again tomorrow.

Michelle fell asleep in the van with Ulysses' arm around her; the wonderful air condition cooling them off after a nearly hour long love-making session in the privacy of their shack. When they arrived at the hotel, they had a late lunch with everyone, trading smirks to each other; the rest of the staff oblivious.

Michelle kissed Ulysses goodbye and went to her room to grab a few items, bathe, and meet Ulysses over at his room in an hour. She phoned Bill as well. He, as she predicted, didn't answer his phone so she left a voicemail.

"I figured you wouldn't answer. I wanted to let you know there's been a change of plans. I will be coming home in a few days and instead of talking about our issues, I want you gone. We're done. Plain and simple. I want you gone. I'll be filing for divorce when I return. Goodbye."

Later that evening in Ulysses' hotel room, he rolled on top of Michelle, arching his back, impaling her deeply with is rod. They were out cold and slept like babies.

The next morning, Ulysses slammed her against the shower wall. She moaned as the steam rose, enveloping the two lovers.