Readers: This is the third and final series-within-a-series featuring main characters and Fuck Buddies, Randy and Kate. The Narrator, Randy, said in an earlier posting that -- even though he and Kate had fucked numerous times during their vacation in a Mexican paradise -- he was describing only three of those encounters in detail. This is the third.
This posting is also the finale of the overall Randy & Kate series. 15 stories is enough for these two, it would seem.
I'm grateful for the consistent high marks from Literotica readers and for the helpful feedback this community has delivered for these stories throughout this endeavor.
Keep writing, y'all!!
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Some sort of goddamm noisy bastard sea bird wakes me up.
He's perched on the rail surrounding the deck that looks over the water. Cawing like a fucking hyena.
The walls to this bedroom in the Mayakoba bungalow are still retracted into the ceiling, like they were when Kate and Iroha and I fucked like proverbial rabbits last night.
Like they've been when Kate and I have fucked like rabbits every night she's been here.
Those nights, with the moonlight and the breeze and the crystal Caribbean waters, it was magical.
This morning, those open walls allow everything outside -- including this annoying goddamm noisy bastard sea bird -- to abruptly permeate our little indoor paradise.
Goddam noisy bastard.
I stir, and then somebody else stirs, and then the third one stirs. And we all groggily sit up in bed. It's a new day.
It's also a travel day for Kate and me. We fly back home from Mayakoba mid-afternoon. So it's not a day to sleep in.
Kate is closest to the bathroom, but she announces that Iroha should be the first one to use it.
"I'll go to my room" Kate chirps as she patters, naked, around the bed and out the bedroom door.
"Meet me in the pool!"
Iroha has slept on the side of the bed furthest from the bathroom. So she has to get out of bed and walk around the foot to get to the entrance.
Iroha's body still looks fantastic. Her hair is askew. And she's clearly not in "client mode" first thing out of bed.
If I ever wondered what a paid escort looks like "the morning after," now I know.
Iroha gives me a somewhat sheepish smile as she passes the end of the bed, then she disappears around the entrance to the bathroom.
My first need in the morning, other than the obvious, is for an iced coffee. I leave the bedroom and pad my way, naked and barefoot, into the kitchen to get one from the fridge.
There's a bathroom on this end of the house as well.
And, this being Mayakoba, *every* bathroom is stocked, daily, with anything and everything you'd need while you're using it. It's all arranged in a beautiful basket that sits just under the vanity sink.
I do my business, then brush my teeth and run the wooden comb through my hair.
It doesn't help much, but it helps some.
I pad my naked self back to the bedroom. I'm surprised to see Iroha sitting on the side of the bed facing the door. Her hair is brushed and beautiful. The sleepiness is out of her eyes. She's naked... and she's gorgeous.
One of Iroha's legs is tucked under the other one, like she's waiting for someone. Like she's waiting for me.
My surprise stops me just a few steps inside the bedroom door.
Iroha looks up at me and smiles. She makes her intention known right away, like a professional girl who knows what she's doing.
"Randy," Iroha says quietly, but sincerely, "do I have your permission to say something to you...
"... and just you?"
I suddenly feel like I'm being pulled into some kind of a business negotiation. Or maybe something... else. The little hairs on the back of my neck stand up a bit. What the hell is this about?
But I won't know until I answer Iroha's question.
"Sure," I say, trying to be uber casual.
Iroha smiles at me again. It's a warm, rich, beautiful smile. And there's something else behind it.
"Would you kiss me first?" Iroha asks softly.
Well, so much for this being all about business.
Except that Iroha's business is all about fucking total strangers on the regular. For money. Probably LOTS of money. So, maybe it *is* about business... her business.
But Iroha has asked me to kiss her.
She's naked. I'm naked. What else could possibly transpire??
Only one way to find out.
I approach Iroha as she sits on the side of the bed. She doesn't move, other than to tip her head upward.
There's no embrace. I don't try to capture her in my arms. She doesn't attempt to draw me into hers.
I bow my head to meet Iroha's.
Our lips meet.. and hold... and ripple against the other.
Iroha's head pivots just a little to seat her lips in a different place against mine. She takes a breath through her nose and then her tongue snakes softly, slightly out of her mouth to graze against my tongue.
This is a totally different kiss from any Iroha gave me last night. The first one, it was nice, but business-like. The next one, it was really good, with a little more passion in it. Finally, the last one... it was on fire.
This kiss is entirely different. And, just as I'm trying to decide if I want more, Iroha breaks the kiss.
And then that's it.
She releases the breath she took just a second ago and smiles warmly at me.
"Thank you," Iroha whispers up at me. "I needed to feel that from you this morning."
This is an introduction to something else. I choose to sit on the floor, on a rug just beside the bed, directly in front of Iroha.
"What's on your mind, my dear?" I ask quietly.
Iroha looks off to the side, at the floor, collecting a thought or two before she begins.
Then she turns her eyes to mine.
"In the profession I'm in," Iroha says quietly but directly, "... doing what I do, I see a lot of different types of people... usually men.
"And I see many different types of emotions.
"I see excitement, of course." Iroha glances at my cock and smiles, maybe at the irony of the two of us being naked alone in my bedroom... and we're not fucking.
"But I also see anger," she continues, "...because most of the time the guy who's fucking me is doing it because his wife won't fuck him. Or she fucked somebody else and he's fucking me to get back at her.
"And in another guy I might see fear. That his decision to fuck an expensive whore in Mexico is going to get discovered by someone... somehow.
"And in another guy I might see regret. Because the guy did -- in fact -- fuck me when maybe he thinks he shouldn't have."
Iroha pauses, but there isn't anything I particularly need to say. So I don't say anything.
Then she continues: "You know what I don't see -- at least... hardly ever -- Randy?" Iroha asks.
"Tell me," I reply quietly.
"I don't see love," Iroha whispers.
She pauses and looks deep into my eyes. She takes in a slightly shaky breath.
"But I saw love last night," Iroha whispers. "I saw two people -- you and Kate -- who are madly in love with each other.
"Maybe neither one of those two people want to acknowledge that they love the other one...
"... but they do.
"It's obvious."
Iroha smiles down at me softly from her perch on the bed. She adjusts her hair a little, like she's waiting for me to say something.
Iroha is direct. So I will be direct as well.
"Does Kate know we're having this conversation?" I ask, as flatly as I possibly can.
"No," Iroha answers immediately. "In fact, at the pool last week, after she went on and on and on about this wonderful man she is fucking on a casual basis...
"... what did she call you guys?"
"Fuck Buddies, maybe?" I answer softly.
"Oh that's right, Fuck Buddies," Iroha parrots back to me, through a little giggle. "What a funny phrase..."
"Anyway," she continues, "after all of that I asked Kate point blank if she was in love with you."
"What did she say?" I ask.
"She started with this long explanation," Iroha states, "of how love is first a *decision* that you make about another person, and then you make a *committment* to stick with that decision... no matter what happens."
Readers, this is, of course, a definition of love to which I ascribed long ago. It's the definition that I shared with Kate during one of our Fuck Buddy encounters. And I also shared it with one of my twin girls, Zoey, when she asked me how to keep her love alive with her fiance... and not go through a nasty divorce like her mother and I did.
That Kate remembers it... maybe ascribes to it as well... and then shares it with a woman Kate wants to hire to fuck me...
... well, it kind of blows me away.
Iroha told me a minute ago that she sees a lot of unexpected emotions in her work.
Maybe she understands the tears that are welling in my eyes right now.
Iroha uncurls her legs, steps off the bed, and kneels on the floor in front of me. She leans forward and kisses me softly... gently... briefly. Then she returns to her starting position and looks deeply into my eyes.
"Kate told me," Iroha whispers with a smile, "that she's ready to make that decision.
"About you."
At that instant, Iroha and I hear a splash coming from outside on the deck. Kate has dived into the infinity pool.
"Hey, you guys coming or what?" Kate calls from the water.
Iroha and I get to our feet. She gives me a quick hug and grabs my hand.
"Here we come!" Iroha announces. And we step out into the beautiful Mayakoba morning.
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Iroha bids us farewell just before lunch.
Raoul, our chauffeur, is at the door at the exact moment he said he would be. The three of us transit the long walkway over the water together. Our luggage is loaded into the trunk and Kate and I take our spots in the back seat.
Kate is ravishing in a flowing long skirt very similar to what she wore when she arrived at Mayakoba. Perhaps in a tribute to Iroha, she's wearing a similar racer-back top. Kate's cleavage is prominent through the keyhole in the bodice.
I am also dressed in my typical here's-what-I-wear-when-I'm-not-in-a-swimsuit-or-naked attire. I've become fond of the huarche sandals, so they're on my tanned feet.
As Raoul drives away, Kate cranes her neck to look out the back window to see the bungalow one last time.
"Geez, I'm going to miss this place," Kate says through a sigh. Then she kisses me softly on the cheek.
