First Class Seductions Page 5

  The attendant returns with a complimentary drink and a complimentary snack of yam fries, tomato ketchup, and pork fingers. She smiles at Tréasa as she puts down the food on the bamboo desk by the foot of her queen-sized cushioned bamboo bed. Tréasa closes her eyes as she savors the native snack brought to her. She actually feels like royalty at that very moment. When she opens her eyes, she gets back to spying on that other delicious morsel in the next nipa hut.

  Rave definitely looks like juicy prey to Tréasa at that moment. Well, if your view is right behind some bushes and trees, you’d feel like you’re stalking an animal, too. Tréasa continues to nibble at her snack as she watches Rave move about in his hut. He is like a lightly varnished wooden statue that has just come to life before her. His khaki drawstring pants are dangerously below his navel. The arch of his very toned buttocks bulge as if there is nothing underneath that supports it. His gifted member struggles to contain itself in those pants. Tréasa looks at it as she takes a huge bite of her pork finger. She feels something gush out from her pussy. Tréasa realizes that her lust for Rave is making her lose control of herself. She licks her fingers and looks down to see if there are more yam fries. When she looks up, the Rave has disappeared.

  Tréasa finishes her last yam fry and decides to experience the local fare. There is a restaurant a few huts away from hers. She turns off her notebook, places it in her purse, and off she goes. The scrumptious aroma of seafood grilling over an open fire entices her as she walks closer and closer towards the restaurant. A huge sawali roof covers the entire venue. Everything is made of bamboo and the only rule is to be yourself. Tréasa picks a table that’s closer to the beach. A young man approaches her and hands her the menu.

  “This is interesting, uhh,” Tréasa says as she struggles to read in Filipino. “Inihaw na pusit, halabos na hipon, sotanghon guisado, and a Coke. Did I say it okay? Did you understand me?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” the young man replies. “I will be back after ten minutes with your order.”

  “Thanks,” Tréasa says as she places the menu on the table. She plans to order dessert if she feels like it after her meal.

  Tréasa looks at the ocean and then closes her eyes. She has never been in such a magnificent place in all her life. Florida beaches aren’t like this at all.

  “Excuse me,” a familiar voice startles Tréasa. She turns to see Rave smiling down at her with his shirt on. “Tréasa, right?”

  “Correct,” Tréasa says, pretending to be quite surprised to see him. “What are you doing here? You can join me if you don’t have a table yet”

  “Business,” Rave answers as he sits across Tréasa. “I have a bar to build at the back of this restaurant. And what brings you here?”

  “Work,” Tréasa replies. “I am a travel writer for now.”

  “Versatile, beautiful, smart, and behind those eyes, fun,” Rave says, his smile having a certain naughtiness in it. Tréasa feels a shiver of excitement crawl up her spine. “You’re alone?”

  “Yep,” Tréasa says. At the corner of her eye, she sees the young man arrive with her meal. “Will you eat with me? Or do you have a table somewhere?”

  “I’ll just let my associates know that I have a friend at another table. I’ll order some more when I come back,” Rave says as he goes over to the table beside the cashier’s counter. He then talks to the young man earlier and walks back to Tréasa’s table as soon as the young man leaves.

  “What did you tell him?” Tréasa asks as she dips one of the grilled squid’s tentacles in soy sauce and lime. She puts it in her mouth and is amazed at how mouth-watering it is. She then tries it with rice and it’s an absolute party in her mouth. “This is amazing. You should try it.”

  “I tried that earlier. I think I’ll try their adobong pague,” Rave says as he waves at another server.

  “What’s adobong pague?” Tréasa asks the young woman.

  “It’s a small ray cooked in soy sauce, vinegar, peppercorns, laurel leaves, and a bit of sugar,” she replies and turns to Rave. “Would you like it with one or two chilies?”

  “Just one, thanks,” Rave answers. The young woman leaves with a smile.

  “Feels weird being watched when you eat,” Tréasa says as she chews on a sautéed shrimp. “Please join me.”

  “All right,” Rave says as he picks up a shrimp. “I wouldn’t want to offend you.”

  The two eat together while telling each other of anecdotes they had stocked up in memory for situations like this. Just then, the young man arrives with two huge glasses of what looks like smoothies.

  “What did you order?” Tréasa asks as she gawks at the pitcher-sized beverages on their table. “These are smoothies, right?”

  “Yeah,” Rave says. “One of the best drinks I have come up with, so far—Crazy-ccino.”

  “Coffee based?” Tréasa asks. “What else is in it?”

  “Chocolate, rum, brandy, cream, cherries, red grapes, frothy milk and one rum-filled chocolate bar to make things more intense,” Rave replies. “I warn you. It’s addictive.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Tréasa retorts as she takes her first sip. Her eyes widen. The cold beverage becomes a streak of heat down her throat. The alcohol is intense but the flavors jibe so much that you won’t even mind it. “it’s well-blended. I like it.”

  “Thank you,” Rave says with pride. “So, how many sips would it take to knock you out?”

  “Is that a serious question?” Tréasa asks. “If it is, you have to ask for another batch.”

  “Brave woman!” Rave exclaims as he calls for the young man again.

  An entire day passes by and Tréasa slowly feels the effects of the drink take over her. By nighttime, she is already afraid to move. In front of her are two pitcher-sized glasses that contained Crazy-ccino. Rave is amazed at how Tréasa is able to still sit and talk to him but he knows that she needs help to get to her hut.

  Rave grabs her purse and asks the young man to help him carry Tréasa. They gently lay her on her bed.

  “Thank you, Tres,” Rave tells the young man. “I’ll take over from here.”

  The young man leaves the two and closes the bamboo door behind him. Rave places Tréasa’s purse on her bedside table and lifts her bare, cream-colored legs onto the white linen sheets. Rave just can’t help but admire how lovely Tréasa is. Her lips barely have lipstick yet remain red. Her cheeks are flushed from the alcoholic drink she made a terrible effort to finish. Rave decides to leave her like that when suddenly, Tréasa stirs.

  “Rave?” Tréasa asks as she tries to sit up. “Don’t leave me, please?”

  “Yes, it’s me,” Rave replies. “I won’t go anywhere.”

  Tréasa moans. She squirms in bed and curls up as if she’s cold. Rave notices that Tréasa is laying on the blanker and that he can’t pull it from under her. He removes his shirt and puts it on Tréasa. Tréasa sleepily looks at Rave.

  “Lie with me tonight, please?” Tréasa says softly. Rave feels is tipsiness take over and positions himself behind Tréasa. His bare upper body touches her back. His aching manhood slightly rubs against her buttocks. Tréasa feels the bulge that she wants behind her. She rubs her ass against it as she pulls Rave closer. The Crazy-ccino drink is really something that night. Tréasa realizes that she is now guiding Rave’s hand to her gifted breasts. Rave moans in pleasure as he kisses and sucks on Tréasa’s earlobe. He licks her neck as he unbuttons her light blue blouse. He turns Tréasa on her back. She has her eyes closed, letting Rave take her over. Rave finds the hook of Tréasa’s bra in front. When he unhooks the bra, he hungrily sucks her luscious breasts as he squeezes both. It’s as if he has been deprived of women for so long.

  Tréasa arches her body and offers breasts more. She moans in delight. Her heart races as she feels her pussy get wet. Rave unfastens her shorts and pulls them down. Tréasa is wearing a silk, French cut bikini. Rave sucks her large breasts some more and then goes down to her stomach. Tréasa doesn’t protest when
Rave opens her legs. Still with her panty on, Rave licks her pussy. He flicks his tongue against the bulging clitoris and sucks on it through the silk cloth. Tréasa moans louder. She pinches her nipples and squeezes her breasts and glances at Rave as he makes effort to tear through her panty. Then he stops and pulls down the silk obstacle. Tréasa’s pussy is now bare, in front of Rave. Tréasa gets on all fours and fingers herself in front of Rave. He then lies on his back, his face right below her dripping pussy. Tréasa shifts her position. Her gushing pussy on top of Rave’s waiting mouth. His hard tongue erect. Tréasa sits on it and feels its warmth inside her. She grinds and moans but Rave knows what she wants. He gets on his knees and presents his gifted member. Tréasa pulls his drawstrings down and starts licking the neck of his cock as she massages his balls. She sucks his cock gently as she plays with his ass cheeks and the space behind his balls. Rave moans in ecstasy. He knows that he has to control himself. He wants to feel Tréasa’s warm pussy first before he cums.

  Tréasa lies on her side and starts to play with her wet pussy. Rave gets behind her and lifts her slender left leg. He feels his hard cock almost find its own way into Tréasa’s swollen pussy. Rave slowly pushes himself into Tréasa’s warmth. Tréasa’s tightness tells Rave that it has been a long time since she has been with a man. He can hear her slight pain as he enters her. He wants to stop but Tréasa keeps on holding his arm tightly. Rave has his entire manhood inside Tréasa. She feels her pussy swell up even more as Rave pushes and pulls in her. Rave then lifts her on him, her back to his chest, her breast exposed for him to fondle. He pinches and pulls her nipples as he makes his way in and out of her pussy. Rave places Tréasa on her back and takes her hard and fast. He sucks loudly on her breasts as she squeezes them. Tréasa almost screams when she cums. Her naked body trembles at the strength of her orgasm. It’s her first time in years.

  Rave continues to pump inside her. He then pulls out his cock and cums on her pussy. Tréasa rubs the hot cum on her pussy and plays some more. Rave’s cock is still hard so he inserts it again as she fondles her clit. He sucks her jiggling breasts and in just a few minutes, Tréasa cums once more.

  Sweaty and tipsy, Rave carries Tréasa to the tub and starts to shower. They wash each other intimately and kiss under the sparkling clear water. Rave then starts to draw them a tub bath. Tréasa closes her eyes as she relaxes in the tub, waiting for it to fill up. Rave watches the water slowly cover Tréasa’s body that could only be compared to a creamy rum raspberry trifle that you just couldn’t seem to get enough of. Her perfect skin slowly surrenders to the clear, warm water that Rave starts to infuse with lavender oil.

  “Can you hand me that garland over there?” Tréasa tells Rave, who obediently gets the garland of small, white, fragrant flowers.

  “You love sampaguita?” Rave ask as he watches Tréasa wear the garland.

  “I just knew the flower,” Tréasa retorts. “It smells stronger at night.”

  Tréasa pulls the tiny petals off and scatters them on the warm water. Rave turns off the faucet and slowly gets into the tub. He faces Tréasa. Under the warm petal covered water, Tréasa feels Rave’s hands play with her body. She generally returns the favor. She gently sits on top of him and starts to rub herself on his member. Her breasts taunting Rave’s mouth at each grind. Rave tries to control himself from sucking them but he just can’t resist it. Rave sucks at them hungrily as he feels his cock get harder and harder. Tréasa moans and rubs herself all over Rave. She inserts his hard cock into her pussy and grinds some more. Rave is in total abandon. He plays with Tréasa’s breasts some more as she rides him. Tréasa starts to go faster and faster. Rave doesn’t want to hold it anymore. He cums inside Tréasa. Seconds later, Tréasa holds her breath and stops herself from screaming. She cums and trembles on top of Rave.

  Rave closely watches Tréasa’s body tremble. He kisses her breasts and licks her upwards until he reaches her open, panting mouth. Tréasa then collapses on top of Rave.

  “I never thought I’d do this on my twenty-fourth birthday,” Tréasa sighs. Rave looks at her and decides that he should make an effort to talk to Tréasa about what they have. Tréasa looks at him. Just when he’s about to speak, Tréasa stops him with a kiss.

  “No talking,” Tréasa whispers.

  The two enjoy the entire night together, still pretty much under the influence of the epic Crazy-ccino concoction. Neither of them attempts to know about each other. Tréasa wants it to be that way since fun is all that she plans to have in Maira-ira.

  Tréasa and Rave continue satisfying their attraction for one another. When dawn breaks, they find themselves in Rave’s hut.

  Chapter Five: Morning Treat

  The morning air is a mixture of the sea and the plants that frames it. Tréasa keeps her eyes closed as she enjoys the different sounds around her. The lavender oil in the warm bath might have contributed much to her hangover. She feels no pain in her head as she expects to have. She doesn’t even feel sick.

  The leaves rustle, the sea breeze blows, the crumpling of the linen sheets as the man she spent the night with gets up and walks away. Tréasa doesn’t plan on stopping him and asking him where he’s going. She just wants to stay in bed and relax some more. She has never been in bed that long all her life. A few minutes later, Tréasa dozes off again.

  “Tréasa,” Rave whispers into her ear. “Let’s have breakfast.”

  “Huh?” Tréasa says. She opens her eyes this time. Rave has showered and dressed up. “Okay.”

  “I’ll leave you to get ready,” Rave says. “I’ll be right outside.”

  Tréasa struggles to return to her hut to get ready. An hour later, she emerges in her floral, haltered top, white shorts, and blue sandals. Her eyes don’t agree with her yet, so she wears her smoked sunglasses. Rave turns to see her and he just can’t believe that a woman so beautiful slept with him last night.

  “Where’s breakfast?” Tréasa asks with a smile.

  “You have to work for it first,” Rave says.

  “What?” Tréasa starts as she naughtily smiles at Rave. “I thought I already did.”

  “This is real work. We’re gonna cook it ourselves,” Rave says as he grabs Tréasa’s hand. “C’mon, Miss Flight Attendant slash Travel Writer. I’ll give you something to write about.”

  Rave leads Tréasa towards the back of the restaurant. The bar’s professional kitchen was already done. The equipment is all there, just shipped from Manila. Rave wants to test them first, being a professional chef himself. Tréasa lets him lead her towards the kitchen where all the ingredients are ready to be prepared.

  “I want to see you cook,” Rave says as he hands Treasa a black apron. “I want to know if there is someone in there that can serve people when the plane lands.”

  “Oh, a test,” Tréasa says. “Well, I just hope I don’t disappoint.”

  Tréasa gets to work. She immediately starts the breakfast recipes she learned from Maria and Hilda. Rave watches her as she makes something out of what’s in front of her. Tréasa fires up the skillet and cooks the mixed vegetables she chopped. She let everything including the garlic and onions smell right and then she puts in the beaten eggs. She adds the grated cheese after the egg is set, then gently folds the omelet. The next dish is fried daing. Then she shredded that and added it into the fried rice. She also made a sauce of minced onions, garlic, black pepper, some sugar, and a little salt. After that, she goes to the espresso and smoothie machines and creates the combined Dark Red Blood and their company’s Chocolate Sin—Dark Chocolate Sin. Tréasa wants to wake up that morning and this is her way of doing it.

  Rave is impressed. Actually, he feels a little pressured by what Tréasa has just made.

  “Why are you quiet?” Tréasa asks. “Let’s eat.”

  “I can’t let you conquer my kitchen,” Rave says as he puts on his apron. “ I have make offerings, too.”

  “All right, bar owner slash chef,” Tréasa says as she reaches for a fork. “I�
��m gonna eat. You cook.”

  “Save some for me and leave some room in your tummy for these,” Rave retorts as he starts cooking. He makes the Filipino dish, ukoy with a slight modification of spring onions, tarragon, nutmeg, and a dip of sweet vinegar. Next, he makes sweet donut balls from scratch and serves it with chocolate and cinnamon powder.

  “Yummm,” Tréasa says as she samples Rave’s cooking. “You know your ingredients well.”

  “So do you,” Rave answers as he tries Tréasa’s dishes. “Can I buy these recipes from you? And this drink?”

  “All right,” Tréasa says as she takes one whole ukoy. “My dad always says not to pass up an opportunity. How much is your offer?”

  “I’d have to think about it first,” Rave says as he continues to eat Tréasa’s cooking. He then pauses and looks at her as he puts down his fork. “Tréasa, I know that what we have here is not something serious but can I just ask you something about you? You can ask me too, If you want.”