This really happened to me but obviously details and names are changed to protect identities...
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Pilots supposedly have a glamorous life, jetting from country to country, city to city, but the reality of one hotel room blurring into another is as far from glamor as you could possibly imagine. On the other hand I've made friends all over the world and there are many countries where I have friends to call upon and where I'd much rather feel "at home" than in a hotel room.
Whenever I was anywhere near the south Caribbean, especially on a 3-day layover, I'd head over to Islas de la Bahía to stay with my old acquaintance Raphael. I'll freely admit I was always willing to endure his boorish side just for the spectacular views from his sumptuous villa; a brief foray into a world of luxury and opulence to replace the monotony of the aforementioned hotels.
One thing I never could wrap my head around was why Raffa didn't pay more attention to his gloriously beautiful and entertaining wife Nicole. A stunningly elegant strawberry blonde, Nicole was born in France and as the hereditary Countess de Rhône-Vallois she carried the looks and style you'd expect from a storybook but with none of the attitude. She was full of fun and laughter, with an adventurous and sensuous zest for life.
Nicole had often flirted with me, a lingering hand on my arm or leg, a greeting kiss accidentally on the lips instead of my cheek, or eye-contact that lasted a second too long after one of Raffa's risqué jokes. I was, of course, immensely flattered but I also suspected that Raffa left his wife bored and unsatisfied.
On this particular Sunday morning I had risen early, grabbed a coffee and borrowed a bicycle for a long ride across the hilly main island. It was a warm day but the Caribbean breeze kept the temperature comfortable and I enjoyed the scenery while letting my mind wander through daydreams of missed opportunities - Well I am just a man and work stays in hotel rooms are a lot less conducive to an actually stimulating sex life than you might imagine.
The house seemed deserted when I arrived back, but glancing out the window I saw Nicole sitting by the pool with an oversized cappuccino and a book. Being slightly sweaty from my ride, I decided to head to the guest suite and a shower before going out to join her.
The windows were open and I listened to Gloria Estefan's soulful rendition of Mi Tierra against the backdrop of the ocean waves as I washed away the stickiness of my island ride. Stepping out of my shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and picked up my phone texting Nicole.
"Hey, I'm back. Where is everyone?" I immediately saw the three undulating dots as Nicole composed her reply.
"I wondered where the music was playing. Raffa's gone to the mainland on business. We don't have any staff in the house today so he told me to entertain you."
I briefly wondered at the potential double entendre inherent in her text, dismissing it to reply:
"Ok, as soon as I'm dry l'll get dressed and come down to join you."
