Sunday. For no apparent good reason the plane was still on the ground. It had been there for at least forty-five minutes. When Luna asked the stewardess what the problem was, she was told they were waiting a last minute passenger.
Luna sighed hard as she got comfortable in her first class leather seat and reached for a magazine.
About twenty minutes later a little commotion caused Luna to lift her head from her magazine, thinking that finally the ‘last minute passenger’ was gracing them with his or her presence. What an inconsiderate person it had to be.
Turning her head back, Luna eye’s almost jumped out of her face when she saw him. ¡Mierda! She cursed silently as she started to chew her lower lip.
There they were, Valentino and the ‘caramel skin’ asshole. Valentino surveyed the other passengers with an apologetic smile and then he elbowed his friend as soon as his gaze rested on the ‘stripper’.
‘Caramel skin’ frowned slightly as he followed Val’s gaze and grinned, winking at Luna. In response she gasped soundlessly and turned around fast, sliding down in her seat a little, suddenly really interested in her magazine as she cursed silently in a endless stream of obscenities.
Next thing, Luna heard a voice murmuring something she couldn’t understand and her eyes almost jumped out of her face. They were sitting right behind her seat.
¡Mierda! Aw, God, why you hate me that much, huh? She screwed up her face. Fuck me! Why? She asked herself.
Not even was the plane finally in the sky when Luna felt the unavoidable need to go pee. She cursed herself silently but there was no way she was going to hold it until they landed in LA. So, taking a deep breath, Luna made up her mind and got to her feet.
As soon as she crossed their side but Valentino lifted his head, smiling at her. In response, Luna smiled back. No need to be rude in a public place, Luna. She reminded herself as she hurried her steps.
Unfortunately, the bathroom was occupied and Luna had to wait. She heard them talking in a quiet voice and she glanced at them from the corner of her eye. Just at that moment, ‘caramel skin’ turned his head, looking at her from head to toe and they locked eyes.
The door of the bathroom opened at that moment and Luna silently gave thanks to God, looking away fast, entering the bathroom.
On her way back to her seat, Luna tensed slightly as soon as she heard his voice whispering so she was the only one hearing him.
“What a killer ass, babydoll.”
Luna flipped him off and in response he laughed softly.
“Asshole.” Luna muttered in disgust as she collapsed in her seat, picking up her magazine again. It was going to be a hell of a long flight.
About an hour later an old lady took a seat at Luna’s side, introducing herself as Dorothy and they both started to talk almost immediately, telling each other their reasons for flying to the USA.
Dorothy was an anthropologist and sociologist who was flying to LA to start a tour of different universities, giving conferences in her specialty. Dorothy had reached very interesting conclusions after her studies based on animals and humans concerning their respective behaviors regarding sex.
Luna was fascinated with Dorothy’s conversation and so was Valentino who had been eavesdropping on both of them while they had been sharing past experiences regarding sex and men.
Valentino was having the time of his life but from time to time he was glancing at his partner. He didn’t want to be caught doing such a reprehensible thing. However, it wasn’t that his partner was that aware because she was sleeping soundly. Valentino found himself blushing at some of the things Dorothy was sharing with Luna such as little tricks for a perfect blowjob.
Luna was waiting for a cab to be transported to her hotel and she saw them coming her way. They crossed without stopping to her side and went directly to a deep blue SUV that was already waiting for them.
Valentino was putting their luggage in the trunk when ‘caramel skin’ turned around, staring at Luna. Almost immediately she started chewing her lower lip, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. He smiled openly and she turned to look at him.
Oh, Mierda! Why are you looking at me that way? Luna asked herself, completely embarrassed. For a second she felt as if she was naked in front of a crowd and fought the urge to cover herself, even though she knew she was fully dressed. Her face turned red in seconds, but somehow she managed to give him the look over, just the way he was doing to her. They were looking at each other for a few seconds more.
“Need a ride, babydoll?” He teased with his gravelly voice.
Luna didn’t answer, but she kept looking at him openly. Their eyes were in continuous contact and the invisible tension could be felt, floating between them. All of a sudden ‘caramel skin’ blew her a kiss, smiling and Luna swallowed hard, tensing slightly.
Finally Valentino turned around; looked at her and smiling he got in the SUV. Luna remembered ‘caramel skin’ had asked her a question and slowly, she shook her head ‘no’, never taking her gaze off him.
He tilted his head to one side and, grinning, he winked at her and got in the SUV. In a second the vehicle disappeared from her view and Luna let out the air she had been holding with an almost painful sigh.
What a huge ego! She told herself, rolling her eyes. At that moment her cab was there and Luna gave thanks to God because she wasn’t going to see that asshole again. Or that was what she thought.
The first week was very relaxed. Luna still slept just a few hours every day, but she was amortizing the installations and services that the hotel had available when she wasn’t visiting the city.
In the afternoon she used to check her emails. Every morning, she visited the gym and after the daily session she always spent a few minutes talking with the trainer. Later, massage and spa. One of the masseurs was a Spanish girl and Luna always booked the hour with her to talk in Spanish about Spain and their families.
One day she decided to go to the hair stylist just to cut the tips of her hair. She left with a few red tufts and turquoise nails after following the advice of one of the funniest gay men that she had ever met in all her life.
Dinner at the hotel restaurant was one of the funniest parts of the day, because she always started out sitting alone, but after a few minutes somebody came and joined her. Waiters always had to ask them to continue the conversations at the bar. They laughed and moved to the bar to keep talking for hours.
On Friday night Luna made up her mind and decided it was the time to have a little fun, going out to dance in one of the many clubs LA offered.
She had been having dinner with a sweet couple that was in LA celebrating their fortieth anniversary. Luna apologized and went to her bedroom to change her outfit for something more fitting to party.
Luna was tall a little more than 1’71cm. Her hair was hazel, now with red tufts and long, resting at the middle of her back. Green eyes and sensual lips. She wasn’t stunning but she had spent a lot of hours training at the gym and her body reflected every single minute of those hard sessions. The sacrifice with meals was paying off and Luna found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror, grinning wickedly.
“In fact you got a killer ass, Luna.” She told herself, mimicking ‘caramel skin’s’ deep voice, giggling.
Luna was dressed in black tight leather pants and a bareback top, knotted at her neck. She phoned reception and asked for a cab.
Yeah, Luna, let’s have some fun, woman, she laughed and headed towards the entrance of the hotel.