Luisa made sure to be sociable with a lot of the other people there, many of them models and other fashion professionals that she’d worked with quite a few times before. As the sky turned black though, blanketed by a stunning view of the stars, she sought out Bel or maybe Bel sought her out, she never quite knew which, and they sat together, sharing a drink, warmed by the bonfire. Plenty of other people were around but the conversation was just the two of them.
They chatted, they teased each other, and they flirted, getting closer and closer to what was unsaid between them. Finally, fortified by more than a few glasses of wine, Luisa said, “I want to thank you for everything you did for me in Tulum that time.”
Bel looked at her with a faint smile. “It was the least I could do.” She paused, looking Luisa in the eye, and then said, “Everything?”
Luisa looked back at her, immediately understanding the thrust of her question, and nodded. “Everything,” she replied quietly.
There was a moment, a long moment, where they looked at each other and Luisa felt her heart skip a beat, because the way that Bel was looking at her was the exact same look from three years before, in Bel’s hotel room, right before they went to bed together.
But then one of the other models joined them and the moment was broken. A few minutes later though, Luisa glanced backat Bel to see that Bel was already looking at her.There was something there, Luisa thought,without a doubt.
***
Coming up to midnight that night, Luisa was in her bed. Her own bed, and alone.
Her mind was racing, thoughts of Bel, wondering if she’d misread it earlier, wondering why they’d not ended up finishing the night together. Luisa had been open to it, more than open in fact, she’d wanted it, but the rest of the night just hadn’t quite panned out like that.
So there she was, in bed alone.Fuck it,she thought to herself,I’m not going to die wondering. I’m going to seize the moment.
Climbing out of bed she threw on her long coat over the shorts and vest she wore in bed, put on a thick woollen scarf and beanie hat, and slid on a warm pair of faux cowboy boots that she’d ‘borrowed’ from the shoot, preparing herself for the freezing temperatures outside.
As she walked the hundred yards or so along a stone path to Bel’s room, she did wonder what she was doing.It hadn’t happened, so just leave it,the more cautious part of her subconscious said. Nobody else was around, the place was silent, almost eerily so, just Luisa padding along, lit by the artfully placed lighting next to the path.
She got to Bel’s door, paused for a second, then knocked. Not softly, not apologetically, she knocked like she had something she needed that was behind that door.
Bel opened the door quickly, she must have still been up, dressed in a bath robe, her hair tied up in a bun, smelling of mouthwash and toothpaste.
She looked at Luisa, a split second of surprise, then she smiled. Luisa smiled back.
There was a moment that seemed to stretch on, and then they were all over each other, lips pressed together, stumbling back into Bel’s room as the door shut behind them.
They ended up against the wall, Bel’s back against it as Luisa pushed up against her, their bodies together, their hands all over each other, their tongues meeting.
It was different to Tulum, completely different but no worse for it. It was three years of want all pouring out in one night, and it was equal this time. In Tulum, Bel had been the teacher, this time they were equals and it showed.
Luisa broke the kiss and started to kiss down Bel’s neck while her hands slipped inside her bathrobe, thrilled to discover that she was naked underneath, roughly sliding over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden at Luisa’s touch.
This time it was Luisa who whispered, “Come to bed.” Three simple words, but a sentence that Luisa had waited three years to say.
Bel smiled, a smile of recognition at Luisa’s reference to that night in Tulum all those years ago. Luisa allowed herself a moment just to take it all in, the culmination of three years of unfulfilled desire. She could feel the sparks flying, without a doubt, and could see the hunger in Bel’s eyes.
Luisa held out her hand and Bel took it, following, allowing herself to be led, her dressing gown open. When they got to the bed Luisa shrugged off her coat then slid the dressing gown off Bel’s shoulders before pushing her gently, Bel’s hands pulling Luisa down with her until they were lying together, Luisa in her nightwear on top of a naked Bel, Bel’s legs parted and wrapped around Luisa’s.
Bel tugged at Luisa’s vest, lifting it up and over her head, then pulled at her shorts, bringing them half way down her thighs before Luisa shifted herself and kicked them off entirely.
She settled back down and kissed Bel urgently, the skin on skin full body contact between them sending a rush of arousal through Luisa… the press of her breasts against Bel’s, their legs intertwined, Bel’s hand cupping Luisa’s face as their kiss got more and more intense.
Unlike Tulum, where everything had felt so new to Luisa, this time felt like rediscovery, familiar territory seen through much, much more experienced eyes. Luisa wanted Bel so badly and, when her hand slid between Bel’s legs and felt how aroused she was already, she knew that Bel wanted the same. Knew instinctively that Luisa wasn’t the only one in that bed who’d been desperate for a repeat of that night in Tulum.
Luisa touched her with a confidence that came from experience, finding a rhythm that she faintly recalled Bel liking before and being attentive, almost hyper attentive, to Bel’s reactions, being the good lover for her that she’d learned to be.
Bel gasped softly, her body responding rapidly to Luisa’s touch, and Luisa felt a wave of pride and of power at drawing sucha reaction so quickly. So different already, reflected Luisa, compared to Tulum, so much more equal.
“Yes…” moaned Bel quietly. “Like that…” as Luisa’s finger circled her gently, not too fast, drawing it out.
She watched Bel’s face as her pleasure built, noticing each miniscule change in her expression, each shift of her body, each twitch of her muscles, and adapting as she went. Luisa was focused completely on Bel at the expense of everything else, her world shrunk in that moment to the two of them on that bed and to the building pleasure that Bel was so obviously experiencing.
When Bel came it was with a quiet intensity, her body tensing, her fingers digging into Luisa’s back, a long series of moans that were half muffled as she buried her mouth into Luisa’s neck. Luisa felt the waves as Bel clenched around her fingers, wave after wave until, too sensitive, Bel pushed her fingers away.
