Free Secret Society by Miasha

tranquil ocean. It was like heaven. Terry wasn’t scheduled to arrive from Puerto Vallarta until that evening, so I had my suite all to myself. Tina and Derrek said they were going to take a nap for a while and meet up with me when Terry arrived around seven. The first thing I did was get into the Jacuzzi. It was so relaxing, something I very much needed.
    Knock, knock.
    “Who is it?” I yelled, not feeling like getting out of the warm, bubbly water.
    “Bags,” the little Mexican voice yelled.
    “Come in, please,” I yelled back.
    Two short Mexican men entered my suite with a cart filled with my luggage. They unloaded the cart and placed my bags neatly along an empty wall in the foyer. I instructed them to take twenty dollars from my pants that I had lying on the floor and sent them on their way.
    At a quarter to six, I heard the knob to my suite door turning. I sat up in the king-sized bed and looked toward the door. It was Terry.
    “Heeey,” he said with a huge happy-to-see-you smile on his face.
    He was carrying a black briefcase, and a sports jacket was draped across his arm. I jumped up and ran over to him to greet him with a big hug.
    “Long time no see,” I whispered in his ear as we hugged each other tight.
    I was not at all happy about seeing him, but it was the least I could do for his treating me to such a beautiful vacation.
    Terry dropped his jacket to the floor and proceeded to put his briefcase in the safe.
    “So how was the flight?” he asked, walking away from me.
    “It was good, quiet,” I replied.
    “What do you think of this resort? Precious, huh?” he asked, looking at me with a grin.
    “It’s amazing. I can’t thank you enough,” I said, sounding like a little girl.
    “Nothing but the best for you,” he said.
    I just smiled and returned to the bed. It had been a while since I’d last seen Terry—five months, to be exact—but nothing had changed. He was still old, still balding, still just plain unattractive.
    “You know, I’m thinking about getting a house out here in Mexico. I’ve been down here for two weeks and I love it. And it’s not far from my brother at all. L.A. is right across the border.”
    Terry had taken off his black loafers and walked over to the bed barefoot. He was wearing a white short-sleeved button-down-collar shirt, opened to reveal a white wife beater. He had on some black slacks, which he took off almost immediately.
    “I missed you,” he said as he slid onto the bed, positioning his back against the headboard.
    “I told Tina to bring you to my brother’s to stay for good,” he said, still smiling.
    I just blushed. “I have a lot going on in Philly, I can’t just pack up and leave.”
    “Well, I’m glad you’re here now. Who knows, you may change your mind about leaving Philly,” he said with a grin.
    Terry got comfortable and motioned for me to suck his dick. I started stroking his manhood and pumping myself up to get into it. I licked the tip a little to tease him. Then he pushed my head down, forcing his dick into my mouth. He began to really get aroused. He started taking my clothes off slowly. I felt the bulge in my panties growing. I had to think about my old fling James to make that happen. The best sex I ever had was with him. Terry started moaning and groaning. He was a girl trapped in a man’s body, I swear.
    “Come here, get on top,” Terry said as he came out of his boxers.
    I lifted my head up and sat on my knees. I took off my panties and started stroking my dick. Terry turned over on his stomach. I put some spit on my hand and rubbed it in on my dick to make the entrance easy. I slid in. Terry immediately started moaning. I started pumping up and down, in and out. Terry was excited. I had to rub on his dick to keep mine hard. Eventually he sat up on his knees, and we were going at it doggy style. I was beating his dick rapidly and pounding him from the back. I felt him getting ready to explode and I knew if I didn’t get