Arousal

Mercedes, Lawrence, & Pablo

“I’m sorry, Señorita Mercedes. Other tour guides of our company are already booked for this week,” says Pablo.

I stare at the brown-skinned tour guide, a native Yucatan. His brown eyes look at me apologetically.

He has long, black wavy hair that he secures in a sexy ponytail. He wears a white sando underneath a short-sleeved, blue and white checkered polo shirt. His blue jeans are torn in a rugged style, which makes his muscled thighs more well-defined. Bottom line, he has a well-built muscular body that I could swoon right now.

But I don’t know. At the moment, I feel bitchy.

“That’s not my problem! I booked you first. How could someone—” I stop at mid-sentence.

My eyes catch a glimpse of another person who now stands right beside Pablo. He seems to just appear out of nowhere. He wears a pair of black jeans that hug his well-muscled thighs and butt, as well as a blue T-shirt. His clothing is paired with a pair of branded sneakers and a knapsack. He obviously spells money.

Yeah, I have an eye for branded things. Not that I always have those. My eyes are just trained by these things because of an elite, rich friend.

The two men are almost of the same height. The latter one also has tanned skin that screams he is a fan of outdoor activities. He has short dark brown hair with blue eyes like the sky. They are indeed very beautiful. Cool. They make me feel like I just want to look at them all day long.

“That someone is me,” the handsome newcomer butts in. His smile is of mockery, it seems. But it shows his even white teeth.

I look at him intently. There is something familiar about him that I can’t somehow place.

“And you are?” I raise an eyebrow.

Yeah, I sound catty. Not to mention that.

But instead of answering me, he turns toward Pablo. “The name’s Lawrence Morgan. I’m told you’re my personal tour guide.”

The two men shake hands, smiling at each other in a friendly manner. It’s like I am suddenly invisible. I feel like I have never been humiliated in my life!

I am a looker. Well, that’s what my friends say. I have the hour-glass figure that many men have a hard time looking the other way. Also, with my blonde, past shoulder straight hair and green eyes, I am not the average Blondie, to boot. I’m brainy.

But then suddenly I realize his name does ring a bell. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. He couldn’t be the billionaire Lawrence Morgan of Morgan Enterprises!

I slightly shake my head. So what? I stomp my foot.

“He is my personal tour guide!” I chime in, trying hard to not get distracted by the good looks of Lawrence Morgan—or his name and/or his well-known company in the entire American continent. Or is it the entire world?

Well, anyhow, I get his attention now.

He looks at me with seemingly interested eyes. “No, sweetheart. He is my personal guide and you’re very much welcome to share with him.”

My jaw drops. I happen to see Pablo’s amused smile because of this. But I am just trying my hardest to ignore that smile on his lips. The man has a sexy smile, I’ve just realized.

“I was here first!” I deliberately stress it. “You can’t just come here and tell me that he’s yours.” I clear my throat. “I mean, your personal tour guide, that is.”

He laughs. “Why don’t we just share him, as I’ve said? Hmm? I have no problem with that,” he says, almost coaxing.

“I must agree with him, Señorita Mercedes. You have no choice in this matter at the moment. Unless…” he deliberately trails the sentence.

“Pablo, your agency knows that I’m an ornithologist! I need you with me at all times! I need you to show me around where the birds are, for goodness’ sakes! That’s why I paid more than I should!” I spread my hands to make a point.

The two men look at each other. I look at Lawrence once again.

I let out a sigh. This tour is getting complicated as seconds tick by. Perhaps I should just cancel this and demand my money back. But then, my book cannot wait. I have a deadline. I have to finish it as soon as possible. And then, I can get on with my other work in an aviary in Colorado Springs.

The two speak in rapid Spanish. I roll my eyes. As if it is really a matter of debate between them when I am supposed to be the one who’s right.

“Okay. Since I share Pablo with you, we can now get in the jeep and start our tour. And I can just go wherever you need to go to see your special and precious birdies.” He smiles at me charmingly. “I’m on vacation, anyway.”

Urgh! The nerve! I am seething. But how could my heart flutter like this? No, no, no. This is not happening. I am not going to fall for that charming smile of his. I am here for the birds and not for some charming smile from a billionaire… or a sexy smile from a tour guide.

I don’t really have a choice now.

I look up at the sky as Pablo shows us the way to his jeep. It is a black Wrangler. Kind of old. But I think it still works if this is what we’re going to use for the tour.

Pablo helps me climb on it to settle in the backseat. I can have all the room I need, though it’s cramped.

I prepare my camera and telescope, as well as a pad of paper and pen. Meanwhile, the two guys in front of me are chatting in Spanish while Pablo drives the jeep toward the jungle.

I feel the excitement run through me. I take a snap of a black eagle flying in the air.

As the minutes go by, the trees are thickening around us. But there is still the road wherein the Wrangler can squeeze in and run.

After a couple of hours, Pablo stops the jeep. It looks like a dead-end. But it isn’t really. There is still a rural road up ahead.

Pablo jumps out of the jeep and so does Lawrence.

“Is this it?” I ask.

“Yes, Señorita Mercedes. Let me help you,” he says as he reaches out for my hand so I can get down safely. I can feel the strength emanating from his hand. Ironically, I imagine how it would feel running all over my body. I hastily shake off the images in my head.

Lawrence looks at me and at the pad and pen that are hanging onto my bag. I’ve designed it so for easy access and so that I don’t have to hold them at all times. Besides, I still have to hold the huge camera hanging around my neck whenever I need it.

I ignore his blue eyes that seem to strip me naked. Although they affect me, making my p***y warm and moist, I merely give him a blank look. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that just by looking at me turns me on.

We start to hike from the main highway toward the rural road. On the way, I took some pictures. I truly feel relaxed whenever I am surrounded by trees, by nature. I really like to hear the birds sing. I remember once, I camped out on my own just to record the songs of birds. The music is pure heaven!

“That’s the white-tail deer,” Pablo points at the wild animal.

I smile as it looks at us with soulful eyes. I immediately took a snap. So does Lawrence. I notice.

“Animals seem to have a more interesting look in their eyes than humans,” Lawrence says and he chuckles.

The animal runs through the woods. It’s like it wants to warn the others that humans are coming their way.

I throw Lawrence a hard look. I know that he is somehow referring to me.

I march past him to follow Pablo. He follows right on my heels, though.

I almost squeal with delight when I finally see the birds perched on tree branches. I take awesome pictures. I catch a snap on a Northern mockingbird, a woodpecker and a tropical mockingbird.

A few minutes later, I also manage to take pictures of a Summer tanager, a Yucatan jay, a Green jay, a Keel-billed Toucan, an Orange Oriole, a Gray Hawk, an Indigo bunting, a Squirrel Cuckoo, some Yucatan parrots and so many others. A couple of social flycatchers and Yucatan wrens are perching and it seems they are peering at us. I smile at these beautiful creatures while I look at them through my camera lens.

“If I were a bird, what would I be?”

I almost jumped up because of that whisper. I haven’t noticed that Lawrence is so close to me. His breath is warm against my face.

I look at him for many seconds. Perhaps. I can’t say, really. Then I slowly smile at him.

“I don’t know. A woodpecker?” I taunt him.

He laughs at that. My heart seems to sing because of it. But I have no idea why.

We stop for lunch that Pablo has prepared for us. Suddenly, I feel like being with these two gorgeous men is not so bad at all. I look at them like I am comparing them. Somehow, I find myself debating who is more gorgeous than the other.

Pablo has sexy lips and a smile. Lawrence has a charming smile and sexy lips as well.

Pablo has a gorgeous body that any woman would worship. But then, so does Lawrence.

Out of the blue, I naughtily imagine myself being with them at the same time—having s*x with them both.

I can imagine Pablo’s long wavy hair is dampened with perspiration as his lips trail kisses in between the valleys of my naked breasts. His c**k drives in and out of my p***y.

On the other hand, Lawrence is kneeling beside my head. I caress his muscled thighs. He moves to entrap my head between his knees and lowers his c**k to my waiting lips. I will then use the tip of my tongue to caress the head of his c**k before I swallow him whole.

“Do you want cola or water?” Lawrence asks.

I am dragged back to the present because of it. I feel my cheeks grow hot and I look away. I pretend to check something in my bag, which is just beside me.

“Uh… cola for now. Thank you,” my reply.

He walks toward me to give me a canned cola. Our fingers brush. Our eyes hold each other for a moment or two.

“You look flushed,” he observes.

“I think it’s the heat,” I reason out, opening the can.

He shrugs one of his broad shoulders. “True.” He sits right next to me with that charming smile of his. Again. His blue eyes rake my face for the first time. His pure male scent and perfume mixed together make it so hard to ignore him. These just make me more aware of him. “But this heat has nothing to do with how I feel right now.”

I feign innocence, looking confused. “But what does?”

“You.”

I almost choke on the cola I’ve just taken a sip. “Excuse me?”

He grins. It’s driving me insane! Really.

“Although you are the first woman who cannot seem to stomach my presence, I find you very… mysterious… unfathomable.”

I laugh at his choice of words. “Me? Mysterious? Unfathomable?” That’s the first. I guess?

I knit my eyebrows as I continue to look at him. He really seems to be a charming man.

“Honestly, you’re not like any other woman I’ve met before. They seem to appear very bright at first but then that brightness just fades away. Quickly. Like in a snap of my fingers.” With this, he also snaps his fingers.

I continue to stare at him in wonderment. My mind is reeling as I think of what his fingers could do to my body. To pleasure me.

“But you, Mercedes,” he sighs as he pauses.

I blink. “Mercedes Summers, by the way.” The words just come out of my mouth, without me realizing it. If I have, it is already too late.

“Do you have a boyfriend back home?” he suddenly asks.

For the second time, I almost choked on my cola.

“Why do you ask?” My eyes go round.

Instead of answering my question, he leans toward me and his lips caress mine in an experimental way. I am shocked! But not the kind of “bad” shock. As in surprised. More like it.

I did not expect this at all.

But my eyes slowly shut themselves, in their own volition. My mouth opens to invite him, to kiss me deeper, to kiss me hotter.

Wait. I can’t just let him kiss me!

I open my eyes and put a distance between us. When I turn around, I just notice that Pablo has been watching us. All this time. There is something in his eyes that I could not read. I look away then. I feel guilty. Of what, I am not even sure.

I finish up the cola and prepare to move once again.

After ten minutes, we start to hike again.

“We go around this path and get back to the jeep,” Pablo says, leading the way.

The trees around here are thicker than the area that we have been. The air is cooler. The smell is purer and better.

Along the way, Lawrence and I take some more pictures. A couple of times, I have also taken some pictures of him and our tour guide. Well, candid ones—without them knowing what I’m doing.

Some hours later, I hear the sound of the waterfalls. I am excited to see it. I run toward the direction of the sound. There, I see a magnificent body of water falling down.

At this angle, it is like a chalice with overflowing water. The green leaves of the trees in the background enhance the beauty of the white bubbly liquid spilling over.

While Lawrence takes some snaps, Pablo stands beside me. He is disturbingly so close to me. I can smell his male scent and perfume, as well.

God! Why do I have to be with these two men at the same time right now?

“This is so beautiful!” I exclaim, looking at the pictures on my camera.

“Tu eres mas bonita, Señorita Mercedes!” he whispers.

I try to swallow the lump lodged in my throat. I know some Spanish words—enough to understand what he just said.

Right. I am more beautiful.

Duh! I’m a looker! Just like my friends say. Tell me something I don’t know.

But I smile at him sweetly, as a silent “Thanks.”

When I turn my head to look at Lawrence, he is looking at us. Strangely. Somehow, I can just feel there is the spark of enmity by the way he looks at Pablo.

What now? They have been friends from the start of his trip and now they are suddenly enemies?

Or, perhaps I just read it wrong. I may have just misinterpreted it into something negative.

By the time we have reached the jeep, it is already dark. We have to use our torches on the way.

I climb up the backseat with the help from both Pablo and Lawrence this time. I thank them both. Then they, too, take their respective seats. Without words.

Pablo drives down the rural road for a mile or two when the jeep breaks down. It just suddenly stops in the middle of nowhere!

“What happened?” Of course, I am so curious why. It is so dark, to boot! I can’t see a thing. I can’t even see my own hand, or my nose for that matter.

Suddenly, my heart pumps so hard. For the first time in my life, I am afraid of the dark and I am in the middle of nowhere with these two men! Gorgeous men at that.

I can hear the hooting of the owls. I can just imagine what animal eyes are looking at us right now, biding time when to attack us.

I huddle myself in the cramped backseat. Lawrence and Pablo talk again in rapid Spanish that I can’t catch on. The two of them turn on their torches and they both jump off the Jeep Wrangler.

I observe the two checking under the jeep’s hood.

“It’s the engine problem. We’ve got to have help,” Pablo informs me. He turns his mobile phone on.

“Is there a signal?” I ask, hoping for a positive reply.

However, he curses under his breath. “Perdición!” There is my answer.

Lawrence walks toward us. “I guess we have to spend the night out here,” he calmly says.

“I saw some houses on the way here. Perhaps we can ask some people there for help?”

“You’re going to walk back to the main highway? It’s miles away!” Lawrence points out. “But if you’re up to have a walk in the dark with unimaginable creatures out there, fine by me. Be my guest.”

Urgh! I really want to strangle this man! I hate it when he’s got a point. Our torches’ batteries might not last long. Then, it’s all darkness after that. I am horrified at the thought.

Oh, Moon! Where are you when I need you the most? I lament as I look up at the dark skies. Even the stars are so selfish tonight. They don’t even give me a little or dim twinkle.

But staying stranded in the middle of the forest? How could it not be dangerous as well? Besides, my body is already begging for food and rest. I already feel so sticky that I want a bath. Cool bath at that.

I recall the stream nearby. It is so inviting at this moment.

“I have a tent. We can use it,” Pablo reveals. He looks for it in the cramped backseat, which gives me enough room to sit with my knapsack.

“Right. I’ll just build a fire somewhere. I still have some food here with me, enough for us to get through the night,” Lawrence decides.

I watch the two men work. I climb down the jeep without any help this time. I carry my torch and turn it on.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Lawrence demands.

The happy fire is already eating the woods he has gathered some minutes ago. I hear the wood crackle together with the continuous hoots of the owls and other sounds in the night, in this jungle.

“I wish to have a happy, quiet moment alone. Get the most of being stranded with you!” I say.

“You should not be alone, Señorita Mercedes,” Pablo suggests, walking toward me.

“He’s right.”

I stare at both of them. So, they’re friends again?

I just back away and turn around, walking toward the stream. It is not so far from here. Just a few meters actually. My mind gets excited to think of the cool water bathing my heated body.

I hear the two follow my steps. Quietly.

I smile to myself. It seems that they get the idea of what I just said back there.

Quietness.

Alright. I almost found myself on the ground face down when I tripped. But strong hands catch me swiftly. When I look back behind me, it was both of them. I stand up with my back straight, taking my arms off from their grasp.

Are they being funny? I give them a sharp look and walk away. I don’t know if they just saw it or not because of the darkness that embraced the entire forest, in spite of the torches.

I continue to walk until we reached the stream. I readily put down my bag not so far away, after I turn off my torch. But I hesitate for a second. I look at them, standing right behind me.

“I’m going in. Whether or not you join me is up to you,” I tell them out of spite.

Really. I don’t need two men watching me bathe! Or haven’t they realized that?

Wait. Do they just want to watch me there in the water?

My naughty mind is on it again.

Suddenly.

But I just shake it off this time.

“Can you both turn around?” I say.

They both slowly turn around. I smile to myself. But it is because they follow what I just said.

I slowly take off my spaghetti-strapped tank top and shorts. My underwear follows afterward. I slowly step toward the water.

My body readily welcomes the cool water as it touches my skin. I sigh with contentment. I feel relaxed for the first time today. I shut my eyes, feeling the water caress my body and my back is being massaged by some rocks.

I hear soft steps toward the water. However, I dare not look. But my heart is throbbing so hard against my ribcage.

Before I know it, a pair of arms embraces me. From the scent, I can tell it’s Lawrence. I open my eyes slowly. On the other side is Pablo, submerging into the water.

Both men are naked. And so aroused.

Only one torch and the distant fire that Lawrence has created let me see these two gorgeous hunks in their god-like nudity. I should be afraid. But my body isn’t. My mind isn’t. Instead, my body longs to touch theirs, to be one with theirs. Surprisingly.

Lawrence kisses my lips with fiery urgency. His fingers travel down my body, to the most intimate part of me. Meanwhile, Pablo massages my breasts with his big brown hands.

I moan with pleasure.

Lawrence carries me out of the water. I barely see Pablo arranging some clothing where Lawrence lays me down gently. He kisses my navel, abdomen and the triangle below it, whereas Pablo dips to find my breasts, his lips suckling each tip.

They both drive me insane with pleasure.

Lawrence teases my feminine knub with the tip of his tongue. Then he kisses it. One finger enters my sweet, moist p***y at first. Then two. My body shudders with pleasure. I can’t stop from moaning with this maddening but sweet torture.

My one hand is caressing his head, while the other is reaching out to Pablo and caressing his back and shoulder.

Pablo’s kisses then travel up to my neck and to my chin and to my lips. His tongue invades my mouth, exploring its depths and secrets. I kiss him back fervently.

Then I feel Lawrence turn me around, making me kneel and all fours. He kneels behind me comfortably before the tip of his c**k teases the wet entrance and sensitive knub. Up and down.

Pablo follows suit but he positions in front of my face. He caresses my face gently, guiding the tip of his throbbing c**k on my lips. I swirl my tongue over it and he moans. He throws his head back. His hair in wild disarray. He looks like a Greek god that I worship right now.

My scream is silenced in the back of my throat when Lawrence enters my p***y and Pablo enters my mouth. At the same time. I seem to see the entire universe right at this moment.

Pablo holds my head as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, guiding his c**k with one hand to be gentle with me.

Lawrence reaches out as he leans forward to caress my breasts with his one hand, while the other reaches in front of me, to caress my overly sensitive clit.

“Let’s do this together, sweetheart. Let’s c*m together,” Lawrence whispers in my ear.

He increases the pressure as his fingers circle my moist clit while he drives into my very wet, tight and warm p***y.

I look at Pablo with his adoring eyes locking mine. He caresses my face gently.

I moan even more as I am reaching the climax. Then the three of us explode together at the same time. It is truly something amazing that I have never experienced before.

They both cuddled me some time later. Then we take a dip once again in the water before going back to the tent.

And there, I lay inside the tent after our dinner. I am a bit surprised when Lawrence decides to lie down beside me. His kisses are so sweet and enchanting and captivating. In just mere seconds, we are both naked once again and he is on top of me, with my legs wide apart. His hard and big c**k finds its way home in my tight p***y.

“I really like you tight, sweetheart,” he says in between kisses.

I cry out with pleasure as he pumps rhythmically.

“Yes, sing for me like a sweet bird,” he urges.

In the middle of it, Pablo enters the tent as well and sheds his clothing in a smooth motion. I reach out for his c**k and give it a hand job. Then he lowers his body so I can accommodate him more. I rub his c**k to my face, feeling its silkiness and warmth. Then I put it inside my mouth halfway. He pushes it slowly, all the way.

I moan wildly. Lawrence is driving me crazy with his faster thrusts, hitting my G-spot over and over again. Then I feel Pablo spill his seeds in my mouth. I drink it like a mad woman before I let him go.

Not long after, I wrap my legs around Lawrence’s waist. He thrusts deeper and faster this time, before we both c*m as well.

I lay limply afterward and Lawrence embraces me. Pablo, on the other hand, walks out of the tent.

This story, however, is now two years old.

I look around the huge well-landscaped garden when I hear the caged parrot mimic my husband’s endearment to me.

“Sweetheart. Sweetheart.”

And there he is. The love of my life has just arrived home with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Lawrence!” I run toward him and give him a loving embrace. In return, he gives me a passionate kiss as he whispers words of love.

The end