Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Slow, .
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Veronica, a woman in her mid 30's has had about all she can take. Her father died on the same day she learned of her husband's infidelity. She takes her cousin up on an offer of a vacation to a remote island off the coast of Puerto Rico. When she meets the handsome and much younger driver who works for her cousin, her vacation in solitude suddenly has a temptation she finds hard to resist.
Veronica stared out the window of the plane as it flew over the water. She sighed heavily as she thought about the course her life had taken over the last six months. She needed this vacation, if for no other reason than to just get her head on straight.
Her father passed away the day before her thirty-seventh birthday from a massive heart attack. On the same day, she discovered her husband had been having an affair with one of her friends and had even fathered one of her children.
"Can I get you anything?"
The perky female voice pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced up at the slender blond-haired woman and forced a smile.
"Okay, we're almost there, but just give me a yell if you need anything." The woman turned and walked back down the aisle then disappeared behind a curtain.
Veronica was happy her cousins had given her use of their private plane. She hated flying, but for this vacation, to a remote island off the cost of Puerto Rico, she had no choice. At least she was going in style. Although, she wished she had someone to talk to besides the flight attendant.
Her cousin Marla urged her to take this trip to get away for awhile after everything that had happened. Marla and her husband, Eddie, owned a small hut on the island aptly named Isla del Soledad—Spanish for Island of Solitude.
The pilot made a quick announcement over the intercom about their arrival at the small private airport in San Juan. Veronica gazed out the window again as the plane came in for a landing. She saw a limousine on the tarmac and a tall, dark haired man leaning against the side with his arms crossed in front of him. He wasn't wearing the typical chauffeur's suit she expected a limo driver to wear. Instead, he wore a plain blue button down shirt and khaki shorts. His hair fell just slightly below his collar.
From what Veronica could tell, he was also quite young; probably twenty or twenty-one and he had a well-toned body and long, powerful looking legs and arms. She briefly wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped in those arms after a night of passionate lovemaking. She kept her gaze fixed on his even though he wore sunglasses.
Yeah, another younger man is the last thing you need right now, Ronnie.
She forced herself to look away from the handsome driver as the plane rolled to a stop and the flight attendant helped Veronica with the large single suitcase she'd brought. As she descended the steps, the chauffeur approached her. He stopped when she reached the bottom step and extended his hand to her.
"My name is Diego, Señorita Grant. Marla and Eddie told me to make sure you get to Isla del Soledad."
Veronica shivered at the deep, rich sound of his voice. His heavy Spanish accent only added to the sultry tone. She shook his hand and fought back the urge to moan at the sensual feelings that raced through her with the simple touch.
"Nice to meet you, Diego. And please, call me Ronnie."
Diego smiled and took her suitcase. He turned and made his way toward the limousine. Ronnie couldn't help but admire the way his body filled the shorts he wore. She blushed profusely when her gaze met his. He'd caught her gaping at him like a horny teenage girl. He removed his sunglasses and Ronnie felt her breath catch in her throat when she finally had a chance to look into his eyes. They were as blue as the ocean she'd just flown over.
He put the suitcase in the trunk then walked around to open the door for her. He helped her into the back seat then went around and slid into the driver's seat. He pushed a button to open the partition between them.
"Seño—uh—Ronnie, I would like you to just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride. It will be about thirty-five minutes before we get to the boat launch."
Diego smiled again. "Yes. A boat will take you out to Isla del Soledad."
He turned in his seat again and started up the limo. Veronica gazed out the tinted window and watched her cousin's plane taxi down the runway. Her thoughts drifted back to one of the reasons she was taking this vacation.
"Did you really expect me to be a loyal and loving husband when you told me you couldn't have children, Ronnie?" Barry had asked her the day of her father's funeral.
"Yes, you moron! I did! That's what "for better or worse" meant in our wedding vows!" Ronnie blushed when she realized everyone was staring at her. "Jesus, Barry, did you have to bring that up now? Can't you show some respect for me and for my deceased father?"
"The old man never liked me, Ronnie. So, no, I can't."
Ronnie grabbed Barry by the arm and dragged him out of the funeral home. "Please, you've paid your respects, just go, Barry. We can discuss this later." She fought to hold back more tears. She'd truly loved Barry with her whole heart. He'd shattered it in a million pieces with his infidelity. Barry stood and glared at her. "Please. If you ever had any respect for me or my father, just go. Please?" She hated the whiney sound of her voice.
Barry blew out a breath. "Fine. It's not like I'm welcome here anyway." He turned to leave then stopped and faced her again. "For what it's worth, Ronnie, I did love you once."
She ignored his last statement, turned and went back inside.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts then turned her attention to Diego. "Yeah?"
"I asked how long you planned on staying?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"I was just curious." He was looking at her through the rearview mirror. His gaze met hers and he turned his eyes away.
"No. Yes. Well, I was just—um—I—would you like to go to the Cinco de Mayo festival with me next week?"
Ronnie smiled. "I don't know. I just met you, Diego. And I thought Cinco de Mayo was a Mexican holiday."
"Well, it is, but they have a big festival every year in San Juan. It is really more of what you Americans would consider a beach party. There is music and food and dancing. Everyone always has a good time. I think here it is more a celebration of Spring than anything else." He could see the uncertainty when he glanced back at her through the mirror again. "Well, just think about it. I would really like you to go. I think you would have fun."
"I'll think about it."
Neither of them spoke for the remainder of the ride. A short while later, Diego pulled into a gravel parking lot and cut off the engine. He got out of the car and headed around to help Ronnie out then retrieved her suitcase from the trunk.
Ronnie looked around and saw a small boat shack to her right. There were three or four small motorboats tied to the long dock leading out into the water. She shaded her eyes and on the horizon, she could see more land. She assumed that was Isla del Soledad. She didn't hear Diego come up beside her.
"Geez! You startled me!" she shrieked.
"Sorry." He placed her suitcase on the ground beside her then headed for the boat shack.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to make sure there is someone available to take you out to the island."
Diego emerged from the boat shack a few minutes later with a forlorn look on his face. He stopped beside Ronnie.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"There is no one available."
"Oh great. So I have no place to go." Ronnie sighed heavily. "Just take me back to San Juan, Diego. I'll check into a motel and we can come back here tomorrow."
He couldn't explain what prompted him, but Diego picked up her suitcase and headed toward the dock. He knew nothing about driving a boat, but he'd learn quickly. Maybe it was the lost look in her eyes or the exasperation in her voice; or maybe it was just because he'd been instantly smitten with her as soon as he'd seen her step off the plane.
Whatever it was, Diego knew he was already in over his head. This woman was clearly not interested in him. She was sexy as hell in the flower print sundress she wore. Her dark brown hair fell in waves around her shoulders and her deep green eyes held a sadness he'd never seen before. He imagined how her soft hair would feel draped over his skin as she took him into her mouth.
Diego shook his head and brought himself back to reality. He cursed himself silently; he knew she was older than him and probably way out of his league. Still, he couldn't help but want to get her to the island. She obviously needed the respite for whatever reason and he was now determined to get her there. He stopped when she called out to him.
"Where do you think you're going with my suitcase?"
He turned and flashed another sexy smile at her while holding her suitcase in front of him to hide the bulge in his shorts caused by his wayward thoughts. "Did you want to get to Isla del Soledad?"
"Well, yes, but—"
"Then follow me. I will get you there."
He blushed when her eyes roamed to his crotch after he'd lowered the suitcase, but said nothing. Instead, he turned and made his way toward the end of the dock and the last boat tied off there. He stepped into the boat and set the suitcase down near the rear seat. He reached out a hand to Ronnie and helped her into the boat, then stepped off to untie it from the dock. He returned to the boat, pulled a key from his pocket, settled in the driver's seat and started the engine.
He glanced at the controls and hoped he could get them to the island safely. He didn't tell Ronnie he knew nothing about driving boats. He pulled up on the lever to the left of the steering wheel. The boat jerked forward in response and Diego glanced over his shoulder at Ronnie.
"You don't know what you're doing, do you?" she asked, wide eyed.
"Then why are you doing this?" She stood with her arms folded across her breasts now, glaring at him.
"Because I could tell you really wanted to get to the island."
The tone of his voice made her heart race and her palms sweat. Aww, how sweet, she thought. She took a few steps forward. "So you're going to risk my life and yours?"
"I am sorry," he replied quietly, keeping his gaze straight ahead.
"Let me drive," she said.
"I said, let me drive. I've lived near the water and boats all my life, Diego. I can get us to the island. I just wish you would've said something sooner."
Diego slowly pulled down on the throttle to stop the boat then relinquished the driver's seat to Ronnie and sat down in the passenger seat. He watched as she expertly operated the controls. The boat picked up speed smoothly and when he looked out ahead of them, the island was coming more into view. Then something dawned on him.
"Uh—how am I supposed to get back from the island once I drop you off?"
"I'll teach you some basics once we get there."
Ronnie navigated the boat toward the long dock protruding from the shore of the island. She cut the engine and let the boat drift closer to shore. Diego jumped out and pulled the boat in then tied it off and helped Ronnie out after she'd grabbed her suitcase. He held her hand and led her toward the small hut.
When they reached the end of the dock, Ronnie stumbled and Diego reached out to catch her. Their eyes locked and she fought to tear her gaze away from his. Once she was steady, she took a step back from him. The look in his eyes was pure hunger, pure desire. It made her want to rip his clothes off and maul him right there on the beach.
She forced herself to look away from him again. He turned and made his way toward the hut. She rubbed her arms where Diego had grabbed her to keep her from falling; she could feel the warmth of his hands still on her skin.
Ronnie stopped when she stumbled in the sand again. She bent to remove her shoes and when she brought herself upright, she moaned at the feel of the sand beneath her feet. It felt like warm silk flowing between her toes.
Diego turned and smiled at her and fought his body's reaction to the sensual moan he just heard come from her lips. He stopped just short of entering the hut when he realized Ronnie was still back near the dock.
She glanced around then at the hut. It had grass walls and a thatched roof. She wondered how sturdy it would be if there were a storm while she was here. Then she wondered how she'd escape if the storm was dangerous enough to cause serious damage.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, but it's so peaceful, so beautiful here. It is truly what I need.
Ronnie sighed and made her way to the hut. Her eyes locked with Diego's as she neared and she fought back the urge to tell him to take her to bed and fuck her senseless. This vacation wasn't about her getting laid, it was about getting her head on straight. Starting a fling with Diego would only make things worse for her.
As if he were reading her mind from earlier, he began to explain the "safety features" of the island.
"You are not completely alone here, Ronnie. On the other side of the island, there is another hut. There is also a United States Coast Guard mini-station and it is always manned. If the weather reports indicate dangerous storms or hurricanes, you and any other occupants will be evacuated from the island." He handed her the key to the hut and stepped back while she unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Ronnie nodded to acknowledge what he'd just told her and pushed open the door of the hut. She froze where she stood when she looked inside. This isn't a hut, it's a small mansion!
Diego cleared his throat behind her and she took a tentative step inside the luxurious "hut" and looked around in awe. Plush beige carpeting lined the floors. A black leather over-stuffed couch took up almost the entire length of one wall with a huge entertainment center and big screen TV opposite. There were two oak end tables on either side of the massive couch, each with a brass based touch lamp. On the adjacent walls, there were two matching chairs.
On the wall over the couch was a lush oil painting of an extravagant waterfall. Beyond the living room was what looked to be a small breakfast nook with a wrap around bench seat surrounding a restaurant style table.
"This place is amazing," she said as she moved further into the room.
Diego brushed by her and took her suitcase to the single bedroom off to the left. Ronnie followed him and was even more awestruck when she saw the bedroom. There was a king-sized canopy bed centered on one wall, two night tables on either side of the bed had matching brass based touch lamps like the ones in the living room and a vase with dried flowers rested on each. On the table to the left were a phone and a TV remote. A massive dressing table sat opposite the bed and directly across from the doorway was a sliding door, which led out onto a small deck overlooking the ocean.
"Marla and Eddie like their little vacation getaway." He put the suitcase on the bed then crossed the room to open the sliding doors and let in the late afternoon breeze. "I have lived in Puerto Rico my entire life and I do not think I will ever get tired of the views." He turned again and flashed her another sexy smile.
Ronnie walked to the closet beside the dressing table and was surprised to learn it wasn't actually a closet. It opened to reveal a forty-two inch TV, a stereo and DVD player. Must be nice to be so damned filthy rich, she thought, grinning.
"I will let you get settled, then you can show me how to drive that boat to get back to the mainland." Diego brushed by her again, but this time when he did, she took his hand to stop him. He turned to face her and felt his dick twitch in his shorts when he saw the unbridled look of lust in her eyes.
"Thank you, Diego," she said, then stood on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.
He turned his head and his lips met hers in a soft, tender kiss. Fire coursed through his veins at the simple touch of her lips to his and he took her arms and backed her against the wall. He slanted his lips over hers and pushed himself closer to her. His tongue traced her lips and he let out a soft moan when she opened for him.
All thoughts of right or wrong went out the window when Ronnie felt Diego's erection pressing against her belly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers through his hair. He tasted like sweet seduction. She couldn't get enough of him. She sucked on his tongue when it plunged into her mouth. She rocked her hips against him, her loud moan muffled by his mouth on hers. It'd been so long since she'd had sex, she felt her orgasm looming dangerously close. She needed the brief release. Pressing her hips closer to him, she felt his hands pulling up her dress.
His warm fingers explored her curves until he found a breast. He kneaded it softly while still plundering her mouth with his. Diego knew this was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn't stop himself. She tasted like sunshine and honey and he couldn't get enough of her. He felt her body tense then shudder and forced himself to break their kiss.
Cupping her face in his hands, he looked into her heavily lidded eyes. "Did you just come?" he asked quietly.
Ronnie blushed, and then nodded.
Diego took a step away from her and ran a hand through his hair. He needed to put some space between them or he'd end up throwing her down on the bed and fucking her until neither of them could walk.
"I am sorry, I should not have done—"
Ronnie gathered her composure and placed a hand on his arm. "It's okay, Diego."
"No, it is not okay, Ronnie. I should not have kissed you."
"If you remember correctly, I kissed you first."
"Let us just forget it happened." Diego turned and exited the room, leaving Ronnie staring after him, dumbstruck and hurt.
Ronnie stood in front of the mirror in the spacious bathroom after she'd gone looking for Diego. Her cheeks were still flush from the Earth shattering kiss they'd shared. She wanted him, there was no question, but obviously he didn't want her like she thought he did. He was nowhere to be found.
She knew he couldn't have gone far because the boat was still tied off at the dock, so she figured she'd give him time to cool down and eventually he'd return.
Sighing heavily, she made her way toward the kitchen. Earlier, after the kiss with Diego, she'd finished looking over the hut. She was surprised to learn the refrigerator and freezer were fully stocked with food. She figured Marla or Eddie had called ahead and had someone prepare the hut for her arrival. Rummaging through the cupboards, she found a can of coffee, some filters and two mugs. She pulled the items down and placed them on the counter before brewing a pot of coffee in the state-of-the-art coffee maker setting on the black marble countertop.
When she finished, she went to the refrigerator and pulled out a package of chicken breasts and some vegetables. Opening and closing a few more cabinets, she found the things she needed to cook the chicken and make a salad.
Try as she might, she couldn't get the feeling of Diego's lips off her mind. They were warm and soft and he was probably the best kisser she'd ever encountered. Her body still hummed from the impromptu orgasm she'd had when he had her pressed between the wall and his hard body. No man had ever made her come with a simple kiss and she wondered again if it was because it'd been over a year since she'd had sex or if she was really that attracted to Diego. God knew, she didn't need another younger man in her life.
Barry was ten years her junior, but sometimes he acted even younger than that. She should've known better than to marry the schmuck, but her heart overruled her head. All the signs were there, but she paid no attention to them, being the lovesick fool she was.
Oh well, lesson learned, she thought as she cut up the chicken breasts. No one's ever died of a broken heart, at least not that I know of.
Sounds of soft jazz flowing into the kitchen through hidden speakers pulled from her thoughts. She set the knife she was using in the sink then washed and dried her hands quickly and headed into the living room.
Diego stood with his back to her, thumbing through the huge collection of CDs in the entertainment center. She cleared her throat to get his attention.
"Hi," he said when he turned to face her.
"Hi, yourself," she replied. "Are you hungry?"
Hungry for you, he thought, but instead he said, "Yes, I am."
Ronnie pretended not to notice the look of lust in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her from head to toe. She'd changed out of her sundress and was now wearing a black tank top and khaki shorts.
"There's tons of food in the fridge. I'm making dinner if you're interested." She turned and headed back into the kitchen, ignoring her body's screams to tear Diego's clothes off and fuck him senseless.
She began cutting up the chicken again and was placing it in a pan when the phone rang, giving her a start. She crossed the kitchen to answer it. She knew the only people who were aware of where she was were Marla and Eddie.
"Oh, you made it! Great! We hadn't heard from Diego so we got worried. How was the flight?"
"It was good," she replied. "We got here about an hour ago. There was no one at the boat launch so Diego brought me here."
"Well, he took a set of keys to one of the boats, but I actually got us here," Ronnie replied with a chuckle. "How can someone live in Puerto Rico all his life and not know how to drive a boat?"
Marla laughed. "I've asked him the same thing many times myself." She paused while she spoke with Eddie. "How did Diego get back to the mainland?"
Ronnie bit her lower lip. "He didn't."
"He's still there?"
"Yeah. We're gonna have dinner then I'm gonna show him how to drive a boat so he can get back to San Juan."
"Oh." Marla's voice took on a shrill quality. "Oh really?"
"Yes, really. What's that tone supposed to mean?"
"Oh nothing." Marla chuckled again. "Okay, I'm glad you made it there safely."
"Yep. This place is amazing, Mar. It must cost you a fortune to keep it maintained."
"Not really. There's a supply boat that heads out to the island from San Juan a couple times a week and either Diego or someone else comes and checks on the place and makes sure everything's still working."
"Well, it's got all the comforts of home, I love it. I may never leave."
"It doesn't have all the comforts, Ronnie. There's no internet access."
"We haven't had it hooked up yet. When Eddie and I go there, we don't really need the internet. If you want it, I can make a few phone calls though. We can get access through the satellite for the TV."
Ronnie gave her cousin's offer a quick thought. "No, that's all right. I brought some books with me and it looks like you've got an impressive collection of DVDs, I'll make do."
Marla laughed. "Okay, if you're cool with everything, I'll let you go. I'll call in a few days to see how you're doing."
"Great. Talk to you later, Mar. Give my love to Eddie."
Then the line went silent. Ronnie returned the phone to its cradle and turned to see Diego leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. His mouth was quirked in a crooked grin and his eyes sparkled with mischief.
"What are you up to?" she asked, cursing herself silently as her hands trembled when she picked up the knife to resume preparing dinner.
"Just watching you, Señorita."
"It's "Señorita" now? What happened to "Ronnie"?"
"Oh, she is still here. I am just trying to show you the respect you deserve."
"You've got a mischievous gleam in your eye, Diego. What are you up to?"
"Do you want the truth?"
"No, lie to me. I love it when people lie—"
Her words were cut off when Diego crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. He claimed her lips in a frenzied kiss. Before she could respond, he pulled away and took a few steps back.
"I am thinking of all the ways I can make you scream." He turned and headed back into the living room, leaving Ronnie stunned and aroused beyond belief.