Interlude (31 page)

“Yep. I did a little research on the flight
out here. This wine was from a vineyard at the southern tip of the
island. This particular vintage came from a drought year. So, the
grapes held on to their bitterness a little more. It's an acquired
taste, but ordering it makes you look like you know what you're
doing.” Cal bragged.

“Wow, you did all this on the flight here?”
She asked, amazed at his acumen.

Cal set his glass down and held her hand
across the table. “That's not all. I have a surprise lined up for
the day after tomorrow, if all goes well.”

“Ooh, a surprise? What is it?” She asked
intently. She crossed her legs and straightened her dress under the
table.

Cal watched her movements like a cat watching
a ball of string. He loved how she moved. Even the most mundane
things became a sort of dance when she did them. She was just
naturally graceful. Cal looked at her and said, “If I told you
babe, it wouldn't be a surprise.”

She rolled her eyes at him and finished her
glass of wine. Their appetizers came while they caught up and made
small talk. Karen politely thanked the waitress and grabbed one if
the little servings of bruschetta. Cal stopped her before she
mindlessly popped it in her mouth.

“Do you know what you're about to eat?” He
asked.

“Um, some bruschetta?” She said to him.

“Oh no my lady! That isn't just any normal
slice of meat on a toasted baguette. This is cured ham from the
Iberian Black-Footed Pig. This ham is fed on a local diet of nuts
and grass. Then, it's cured for three years in the tropical
temperatures. Finally, it's prepared by a trained chef whose job is
to carve the ham with very little waste. They even have a special
little rack to carve it in. Keep that in mind when you taste it.”
He finished.

Karen opened her mouth and slowly chewed the
extra special little appetizer. The ham seemingly melted in her
mouth! She could taste all of the flavoring. It managed to be
smoky, nutty and mild all at the same time. She exhaled as she
finished. Cal was looking at her with his know-it-all confidence.
“How did you know about this stuff?” She finally asked him.

“Always do your homework baby.” He said with
a wink.

That cocky bastard!
She thought to
herself. “So, how are my undies fitting you?” She teased.

Cal popped one of the baguettes in his mouth and
pondered her question as he squirmed about, the little cafe chair
made an audible squeaking sound as he did so. “Not too bad. I may
just switch up and start wearing your underwear instead.” He said
casually.

Karen gave him a teasing look. “You can take
them off if you want to.”

“Do you want me to take them off?” He asked
slowly.

“I don't know. I just saw you standing next
to your black sports car and I wanted to take you down a couple of
notches.” She said, looking in his eyes for the telltale glimmer.
That look, that set her off. He just stared back with a little
smile on his face.

“Take me down a couple of notches?” He asked
incredulously.

“Yes. Did it work?” She queried.

“Babe, before we met, I had a whole team of
people that worked to take me down a notch or two. Wife, family,
co-workers, they all took turns putting me in my place. I will not
go back to being the guy I once was. You've created a monster. A
monster that is confident, strong and has no problems wearing girly
undies.” He said. His dark look made Karen mushy all over. She had
made a monster out of him!

Their waitress interrupted the little
conversation. They finished their dinner and walked toward the
hotel. Cal grabbed her hand and led them down another little
path.

“Where are we going?” Karen asked.

“You'll see.” He said with a chuckle. They
walked hand in hand as the night air cooled more. As they rounded a
corner, Karen gasped at the sight before her. Perched upon a little
grassy knoll was a giant, concrete orb. It was illuminated by a few
spot lights, and there looked to be a model of a ship inside of a
hollow passage in the middle.

“What is this?” She finally asked.

“It's the Egg of Columbus. Ibiza is one of
the many places claiming to be Christopher Columbus' birthplace.
This is a tribute to that.” He said.

“This has been right around the corner from
my favorite hotel, and I never knew about it.” She said, as the
reflected light bathed them both.

“Homework...” He said musically.

She narrowed her eyes at him as they stood in
the glow from the white, concrete orb. “Alright smarty pants, what
else do you know about this little island that I don't?”

“There's a market right around the corner
from your hotel that has awesome champagne.” He said, leaning down
to whisper it in her ear. A ferry was loading up with party goers
down by the docks while loud electronic music throbbed in the warm
night air. Karen closed her eyes as his whisper turned into a
playful nibble at her earlobe.

“Champagne sounds nice.” She said weakly.

Chapter 13

The night air never seemed to cool down.
After stocking up on snacks, and as much champagne as they could
carry, they made it back to her little room. Karen pointed and
laughed while Cal finally shimmied out of her torturous undies.
After searching the room, he was able to find an ancient corkscrew,
but no glasses.

“Why is it there's a corkscrew, but no
glasses?” He wondered aloud as he took off his shirt. Karen watched
him as he stood there in his socks, and nothing else. She motioned
him over to her spot on the edge of the bed.

“I'll show you why.” She said with a little
smirk as she doffed the last of her clothes. She pushed him down on
the bed, the gold and cream-colored comforter fluffed out under his
weight as she straddled his waist.

“This doesn't answer my question babe.” He
said, looking up at her with his gorgeous, blue eyes.

Karen took the ancient corkscrew from his
hand and drove it into the top of the bottle. Cal grinned at the
sensation of her weight shifting on his body as she labored against
the cork. With a petite grunt, she wiggled the cork out. The cold
champagne frothed out from the dark green bottle and splashed all
over his chest. Cal reflexively moved to find something to wipe up
the spill, but Karen held her hand on his chest and gently pushed
him back down. With her eyes on his, she bent down and started to
lick the bubbly champagne from his body. His eyes closed as her
tongue traced from his waist, to his belly button. She paused to
suck out the little pool that had formed there, as Cal squirmed at
the sensation. Then, she continued on moving up to his chest. He
sucked in a quick breath as she ran her tongue over his nipples,
tracing from one the other across his skin.

“Hey, I'm thirsty too.” He commented. She
looked at him over his muscular pecs and smiled wryly. She sat back
up and held the bottle over his mouth. As he went to place his
mouth over the opening, she lifted it out of his reach. He gave her
a wary look and opened his mouth slowly. Karen tipped the bottle
and tried to pour a little in his mouth. She threw her head back
and laughed as most of it ended up on his face and in his hair.

“Now you know how we girls feel!” She joked;
as she leaned down to kiss him. She relished the taste of him
through the champagne. Their tongues touched and played as they
kissed fervently. She loved how his full lips knew just what to do.
The room seemed so alive. The music from the clubs, and the sound
of the waves softly lapping at the shore, mixed with their make out
session like some kind of concert. The sound of their kisses and
assorted contact leading the symphony as time slowed.

Karen could feel his manhood pressing against
her leg.
INTERLUDE
Sliding down his
body, she knelt at his feet and took a big drink from the bottle.
While keeping the champagne in her mouth, she slowly moved her lips
over his member. As she pushed him farther inside her mouth, he
moved his hips around at the sensation of the bubbles on his
erection.

“Wow, that's the coolest thing I've ever
felt.” He whispered. His eyes went wide at this new encounter.

“Mm hmm,” She concurred softly. She pulled
away, and dragged her lips up his torso. She reached his lips and
twisted her head sideways. He opened to kiss her, and she let loose
her cocktail of champagne in his mouth. He drank it as she sat up
and raked her fingernails down his side. He groaned softly at her
touch as she climbed back on top of him. His throbbing erection
touched her moist womanhood as her knees struggled for purchase on
the fluffy comforter. With a deft wiggle, she pushed him inside of
her. His impressive size caused her body to tighten up against his
intrusion. Cal sighed breathlessly as she began moving on top of
him. He reached over and grabbed the champagne out of her free
hand. As she bounced up and down on him, he tried to time his sips
to her welcome, dominating assault.

“That's mine.” She said, grabbing the bottle
out of his hand. She smiled down at him as she thrust her hips
viciously against his manhood in a tireless pattern. She drank from
the bottle as her pace quickened. Cal sat up to lap at the
champagne that spilled down her breasts as she began to climax.
With a quick toss of her hair, she leaned into his body and moved
with a desperate, slapping rhythm that ended in their simultaneous
release. As Cal's back arched, Karen closed her eyes and contorted
her face as her body crashed in waves of tingling, pulsating
pleasure. She loved the volcanic sensation of his undoing inside
her as her pace finally slowed.

She sat atop him as his manhood twitched and
pulsed inside of her. They passed the bottle back and forth and
drank as the time ebbed like the tide.

“I'm not becoming a douche bag or anything am
I?” Cal asked, breaking the silence.

“What makes you say that babe?” Karen
responded quietly.

“You know, the Aston Martin, you wanting to
'take me down a notch', and, ahem, making me wear your girly little
undies.” He said, adding, “I just want make sure that I'm not
turning into something that you find..., unpalatable.”

Karen paused. She took a long drink from the
bottle as Cal looked up at her. After wiping her mouth with the
back of her hand, she said, “Baby, I would never accuse you of
that. You spent some of the best years of your life trapped in a
marriage that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy, and I have some
pretty scary enemies.” She confided. “I like seeing who you have
become. You never cease to surprise me with your ability to be
brave, heroic, respectful, loving.” She trailed off, her finger
circling his right nipple as she passed the bottle to him with her
other hand. “I would tell you if you were becoming a tool.” She
smirked at him.

“That's good to know.” He said, sitting back.
The warm night air had left both of them slightly sticky, the
champagne drying on their bodies only adding to their adhesion.

“What about me?” I'm not smothering you or
becoming too domineering, am I?” She asked, as she took the bottle
back and drank from it.

“No way baby girl,” Cal said flatly. “If
you'll recall, I was the one who cyber-stalked you from your
phone.” He said, adding, “Besides, that whole smothering thing only
comes into play when guys are getting tired of a relationship.
Otherwise, we're lovesick little puppy dogs just like girls are.
We're just not allowed to talk about it.”

Karen giggled at his candid revelation.
“Really? You're not allowed to talk about your feelings?”

“Nope. Automatic man card revocation,” He
said.

Karen giggled at his confession. “That's real
mature.”

“Says the girl who forced me to wear her
thong,” Cal countered.

Karen laid down on him, their bodies sticking
together from the champagne. “Touché baby,” She said quietly.

The morning came before either of them were
ready. As the warm sun filled the room like a viscous fluid, they
both took their time getting out of bed. Cal raided the snacks, and
Karen took to applying her makeup and firing off texts and emails
to her team. Cal candidly sent a few messages off to Barry:

Hey man! You'll never guess where I'm at!

Barry responded instantly:

Ibiza, Sant Antoni de Portmany. Did you want
me to tell you your room number too?

Cal smiled to himself as he watched Karen
apply her lipstick.

I forgot, we all have the best GPS game ever
made on our smart phones. How's the team? Are the bug fixes going
good?

Barry
: You're in Ibiza with the most
beautiful girl I've ever seen, and you’re asking about work? Those
thugs must have really messed up your head man!

Cal shook his head. Karen glanced at him from
the bathroom mirror as he tried to butter Barry up for the biggest
favor he'd ever asked anyone.

So, you probably know what I'm going to ask
next?

Barry:
Yes. And the answer is yes. You
deserve it. You made this little company quite profitable. I'll
have the crew readied by this time tomorrow. Just send me the port
info and I'll get it going. Now get off your phone and go spend
some time with that beautiful girl of yours.

Cal sent off one last text as Karen finished
her routine.

“We don't have to be at the meeting until
tonight. What did you want to do today?” She asked while trying to
zip her dress. Cal motioned her over and pulled the offending
zipper up. She turned to him and ran her hands along the front to
straighten it out. She was draped in a flowing yellow dress that
seemed to make her green eyes electric. The plunging top came to
just below her St. Christopher medallion, her tanned skin
contrasting beautifully with the yellow hue. Cal's focus was lost
as he looked her over. “Hello, you still with us babe?” She joked
at his mindless staring.