Caraphernelia
Chapter 5 ~ The Sex
“Hmmm...The shrimp paella smells damn delicious Marcy!” praise Jaime as he carries his plate of the dish and on his other hand, he is carrying a big bowl of salad. I am walking ahead of him, too carrying my plate of the dish and in my arm; I am carrying a basket that contains other necessities, such as napkins, utensils etc.
For our drinks to go along with the food that I has cook for us, it has already been arrange in the cabana, the choice of place for our very late supper. The cabana has been built by the previous owner, overlooking the beach. It is big enough to hold a very private dinner of 2 and if by choice, the cabana can be covered by the hanging curtain.
The cabana consists of 2 lawn chairs that are portable. For tonight little occasion, I has intentionally pushes the lawn chairs to be located just in front of the cabana. So that I am able to make more room for me to pull out the dining table and two chairs for us to sit.
I have always spent most of my days in it. I had personally renovated the Cabana to my taste of decor. I had installed a mini-bar with a big frame of a matador and its bull, overlooking the bar. That matador is not any normal matador. It is a picture of my father, Rubio Torres who has been one of the famous matadors, back in Spain.
Jaime saw the picture frame of my matador father and has stood to look at the picture closely. While I go about to arrange their dinner dishes on the table, I am just left with the big bowl of salad and Jaime’s plate of Shrimp Paella, which he is still holding on.
I walk up to stand by his side, and I too facing my father’s matador picture before I say, “He was at his prime when the artist painted that picture. A year before his marriage fail with my mother who always wanted more than what’s had been given to her.
“You know, she hates for being a wife to a matador who survivor always depends on the outcome of their bull-fighting match. She hates the feeling that she will have to go through it and most definitely the pay-out of the match, it was never enough for her. It is a very dangerous sport in the history of sports. But my father just loves it,” I takes the plate and bowl from Jaime hands and usher the man to the chair.
“What about you? Do you feel all the trepidation and all that shit, seeing your father in that match, like your mother?” asked Jaime softly to me. I am scooping the salad onto the 2 smaller salad bowls for us, deliberately taking my time to answer his question. I’m not very sure if Jaime truly understands the feeling that bore inside us as we take so much pride in the customary game, such as bull fighting. It is something that has live inside us for a long time that it is just disrespect if we crave hate against such culture entertainment.
“It is something that he loves doing so much. And it has been in our custom for such a long time,” I begins to explain to him, a bit of defensive to my liking. “We become accustom to it and just enjoy it as part of our great culture.”
Jaime shrugs his shoulder, not so helpful for me to understand his view to my father’s dangerous sport career. “Well, too bad your mother is not one who really a fan of such customary gestures. I bet she’s not from Sevilla?”
“Not at all. She is a Catalan, a very romantic Spanish.” I chuckled, “Well, that’s what people describe the Catalan is.”
Jaime too joins in the laughter, as we indulge with the food that I have quickly prepared a while ago. “Wow...this is good, Marcy.”
“Thanks.” I watch Jaime feeding on the rice dishes, with his eyes fully focus on the food on his plate. Like he used to, since high school, he will ignore the rest of the student in the cafeteria and any conversation that happens on the table. I guess some things remains still the same for all these years.
Our kiss, at my couch a while ago has been so hot and I wish it can stay forever, but the rumbling on Jaime tummy just kills the almost sexual moment between us. I burst into laughter that broke off our kissing. Jaime just smile at me guilty. So I have decided to cook one of my specialties of Shrimp Paella, with Jaime as my Sous-chef.
“You know I always hate silence situation like this.”
Looking up at him again, I say, “Well, I find that you did not change a bit, such as your eating habit. But what really gets into me is your involvement in Pierce the Veil.”
Jaime raises his eyebrow, questioningly, “What you want to know?”
“Well, how did you become the band bassist and such?” I asked, now both of us have finish eating the Shrimp Paella and moving on to the salad.
“Ok. Tony and I were in this band called ‘Triggered my Nightmare’. We were in that band for about a year or 2. Then Mike and Vic who are brothers and previously from this band called ‘Before Today’, after that band had been disbanded, they decided to formed another band which is called Pierce the Veil. Things did not work out with Triggered my Nightmare, so when the Fuentes brothers are looking for members to fill-up the position of lead guitarist and bassist, well Tony sort of like dragged me in the band.” Jaime said with his mouth full of lettuce. I could not help it and wipes the mayo residue off his lip.
“We tour vigorously since the band first album was launched and we pride ourselves with all the tours. And if we are not performing or not on tour, I don’t know, like I feel my life becomes stagnant...standstill.” he continues.
“You are used to the touring now. How about your family? Are they fine with you always away with the touring?” I asked again, now we have finished our dinner and I am clearing the table with stacking our dirty plates, before bringing it over to the small sink, on the mini-bar.
“Well, I always make a point to call home. And of course, we will take a break a day or two, in-between the tour.” Jaime helped wiping the table and re-arranging the chairs. “Let’s chill out on the lawn chairs out here.”
I turn to where he is standing, with his back to me. Thinking to myself that we will be freezing to death if we just laying there without blankets covering our body. I walks behind the mini-bar and search for extra blankets that I know I have keep a few spares in one of the drawers. After I have finds the blankets that I have keep it at the Cabana, I pass it to Jaime and joined him after I grabbed 2 wine glasses and a bottle of Merlot with me.
“Wow...there is definitely Catalan blood flowing within you, Marcy. This is so damn romantic.” Jaime exclaimed as he take the wine bottle off my hand and pop it open. Watching him as he pour us the define smelling Merlot into the awaiting wine glasses, I could not deny the fact that the air surrounding us allure such a romantic moment but my feeling for him is nothing romantic. The feeling is so blissful and happiness that I am still be given the chance to be with the man that I have always been in love with, 14 years ago.
The blankets had been nicely arranged by me, for both the 2 lawn chairs. And Jaime had deliberately pulled my body to sit on his lawn chair instead of mine. I tried to extricate myself out of his hold on me but I failed in my attempt. “Jaime what do you think you’re doing?” I chuckled in-between my attempt to get comfortable in his embrace. He has a firm hold on my waist and my thigh, while he snuggle his face in my neck.
Looking up to me, from my neck, “Trying to catch up on our lost years together,” he returns to snuggle onto my neck. I could feel his hot kisses lingering on my neck, trailing to my collarbone. His hot lips on my neck, I closed my eyes just to absorb the feeling that I know will makes me wanting for more. My body begins to feel relax and started to succumb to Jaime passionate attack on my neck.
Jaime’s lip trail to kiss from my neck to the side of my face, before slowly moving towards my parted lips and when our lips collide, I could feel the intensity of the kisses. I let out a moan as my hand goes to running it through Jaime spiky hair. Our bodies moulded onto each other, with my left leg hook up to his hip. I could feel his growing needs between our jointed bodies, that only been separated by our clothes.
As the demand of oxygen intensified, we break free our kisses. In a flash, I pushed him on his back while I straddled up his growing member, rubbing my now wet clit against it. That earns Jaime a loud moan that echo through the night. Lucky for us, the sound of the wave is much louder than the sound of our moaning.
Jaime slammed his head against the back of the lawn chair, shutting his eyes closed, maybe indulging the feeling of what to expect next. His hands leisurely pulling up my knee-length skirt that now bunch on my waist. But before he could pull off my panty, I slapped his hand away and pull away from him altogether.
“What the fuck...Marcy,” he cursed as he open his eyes, glaring at me.
I know my clothes are crumpled now but that is not important. I unhook my skirt that dropped on the floor, leaving my blouse and black lace panty. Then, I pull up my blouse over my head and let it drop on the ground together with my discarded skirt. Jaime eyes train on my ample breasts that threaten to spill over my push-up bra. His mouth now stood open in an ‘O’ shape.
Automatically, he too stands up, in front of me and did the same: Pulling off his ‘Key Street’ shirt and his tight jean. He is about to pull down his boxer, revealing his bulging member. I did not try to stop him. My eyes widen as I saw every inch of Jaime large tool. He kicks out his boxer short over my shoulder and stood there, in front of me, basking in full glory. He even wriggles his eyebrows in his cheeky way. I could not help but let out a small chuckle, as I start to walk towards him.
I push him back onto the lawn chair as I slowly straddled his lap, his bulging member stand erect between us. My finger pull Jaime face up so that his eyes is looking straight my eyes, instead of my breasts, “Look at me, Sugar...” I watch Jaime tongue slip out his lip as he try to wet his now dry lip. I smile as I flick my hair in a sensual way just to add a bit of spice in my act.
Jaime hands feel so hot, as he holds my ass. I allow him to touch me there and I am not to be disappointed when those fingers begin to massage my butt cheek, moulding it and pulling me against his needs. My hands then goes to massage his long shaft, slowly at first but hearing the loud moan from Jaime mouth, only then I begin my sexual act.
At that same moment, I felt Jaime ripped off my scantily black lace, I quickly rub my wet clit against the long shaft and with my other free hand, and I pull Jaime face to capture his lip for a kiss. I don’t particular care of our current place. I don’t care if my neighbour heard of our loud moaning. It seems that Jaime too would not even care of where we are having our sex.
I expect that Jaime will want to unhook, or ripe off my bra just like he did to my panty, instead I felt his fingers dive straight into my very wet clit. Without waiting or acknowledging with me, which I do not find it necessary seeing our match high sexual needs, he inserts 2 of his fingers into my clit. I moan against his lip, as I holding on his shoulder tightly, squashing my breasts against his chest. He did not deepen his fingers inside me, but his magical fingers did everything oh so magical.
Grabbing his hair hard, that pull his face away from, which result in breaking our kisses, I growl at him, “Fuck me now, Jaime!!”
He pull his head free from my grasp, with his other free hands, he yank my bra that freeing my breast from its confinement. He did not even try to capture my nipples in his watering mouth, instead, as he pull out his fingers from my vagina, and lift my lower body up from his lap. He lifting it up as he aligns it with erect long shaft to my entrance. My hands are holding tight on his strong shoulder. I could feel the hotness of his tip. I closed my eyes and bite my lips, patiently waiting to feel little Jaime jabbing through my clit into my vagina.
I am not to be disappointed, and Jaime is definitely not a disappointment. He let go my body ever so slightly, as my body, falls nicely as my vagina aligns to Jaime long shaft. In unison, both of us let out a loud moan into the night with the sound of waves lapping behind us.
I buried my face against Jaime neck as he cradles my head. Both of us trying hard to get our breathing even, before trying to start moving our body against each other, well it is not enough with little Jaime settling peacefully inside me.
I started to kiss his neck, trailing it all the way up his face and together our lips captures as one again. I place my hands against his broad chest, and his hands holding the back of my arms as if bracing for my start of ride. I begin to ride his shaft slowly and steady, trying to build momentum. Jaime too starts to move against my rhythmic movement.
My eyes keep on flickered closed as I feel that Jaime hitting a spot that makes my heart fluttered. My breasts are glinting with sweat that running through my naked bodies and so does Jaime too. Then Jaime hands are now moulding my huge globes. His massage it at first slowly but as I fasten my grinding against his shaft, he is literally squashing my globes, that earns me a loud moan, followed with a colourful string of curses.
Now our speeds against each other bodies, intensifies. Lucky for us, my lawn chair is made off strong woods, with the intensity of our bodies slamming against each others, and not once, either Jaime or me wanting to slow down. We keep on slamming our bodies together. Keeps on hitting the same spot that makes me feel so blissful and I know a little longer, I know I will reach my climate.
“Marcela...I am reaching...!!!”
Grabbing his hair again, in-between my short breathe, I say, “Let’s reach it together...!!”
Within minutes, when Jaime jerk hard inside me and force my body from moving, I know he will reach his climate at anytime soon, and seeing him, I felt my body too convulsing as my very own climate bursting through the sweet sensation from our joined bodies.
As we are switching our bodies position, with me now lying underneath Jaime, my legs locking on his waist, Jaime slams hard against my swollen clit. He keeps on grinding me until both of our bodies had wavered off our climate. He scooped my sweaty and naked body in his embrace. I buried my face against his neck; his smell great scent of sex which makes me somehow feels blissfully.
“I love you Jaime...” I whispered to his skin. I felt him kissing my temple as a blanket has been thrown to cover our naked body. We snuggled in each other arm, under the bright morning star. Jaime kisses again my temple, then my cheek, whispering, “I love you always Marcela.”
Only then I let sleep elude me.
For our drinks to go along with the food that I has cook for us, it has already been arrange in the cabana, the choice of place for our very late supper. The cabana has been built by the previous owner, overlooking the beach. It is big enough to hold a very private dinner of 2 and if by choice, the cabana can be covered by the hanging curtain.
The cabana consists of 2 lawn chairs that are portable. For tonight little occasion, I has intentionally pushes the lawn chairs to be located just in front of the cabana. So that I am able to make more room for me to pull out the dining table and two chairs for us to sit.
I have always spent most of my days in it. I had personally renovated the Cabana to my taste of decor. I had installed a mini-bar with a big frame of a matador and its bull, overlooking the bar. That matador is not any normal matador. It is a picture of my father, Rubio Torres who has been one of the famous matadors, back in Spain.
Jaime saw the picture frame of my matador father and has stood to look at the picture closely. While I go about to arrange their dinner dishes on the table, I am just left with the big bowl of salad and Jaime’s plate of Shrimp Paella, which he is still holding on.
I walk up to stand by his side, and I too facing my father’s matador picture before I say, “He was at his prime when the artist painted that picture. A year before his marriage fail with my mother who always wanted more than what’s had been given to her.
“You know, she hates for being a wife to a matador who survivor always depends on the outcome of their bull-fighting match. She hates the feeling that she will have to go through it and most definitely the pay-out of the match, it was never enough for her. It is a very dangerous sport in the history of sports. But my father just loves it,” I takes the plate and bowl from Jaime hands and usher the man to the chair.
“What about you? Do you feel all the trepidation and all that shit, seeing your father in that match, like your mother?” asked Jaime softly to me. I am scooping the salad onto the 2 smaller salad bowls for us, deliberately taking my time to answer his question. I’m not very sure if Jaime truly understands the feeling that bore inside us as we take so much pride in the customary game, such as bull fighting. It is something that has live inside us for a long time that it is just disrespect if we crave hate against such culture entertainment.
“It is something that he loves doing so much. And it has been in our custom for such a long time,” I begins to explain to him, a bit of defensive to my liking. “We become accustom to it and just enjoy it as part of our great culture.”
Jaime shrugs his shoulder, not so helpful for me to understand his view to my father’s dangerous sport career. “Well, too bad your mother is not one who really a fan of such customary gestures. I bet she’s not from Sevilla?”
“Not at all. She is a Catalan, a very romantic Spanish.” I chuckled, “Well, that’s what people describe the Catalan is.”
Jaime too joins in the laughter, as we indulge with the food that I have quickly prepared a while ago. “Wow...this is good, Marcy.”
“Thanks.” I watch Jaime feeding on the rice dishes, with his eyes fully focus on the food on his plate. Like he used to, since high school, he will ignore the rest of the student in the cafeteria and any conversation that happens on the table. I guess some things remains still the same for all these years.
Our kiss, at my couch a while ago has been so hot and I wish it can stay forever, but the rumbling on Jaime tummy just kills the almost sexual moment between us. I burst into laughter that broke off our kissing. Jaime just smile at me guilty. So I have decided to cook one of my specialties of Shrimp Paella, with Jaime as my Sous-chef.
“You know I always hate silence situation like this.”
Looking up at him again, I say, “Well, I find that you did not change a bit, such as your eating habit. But what really gets into me is your involvement in Pierce the Veil.”
Jaime raises his eyebrow, questioningly, “What you want to know?”
“Well, how did you become the band bassist and such?” I asked, now both of us have finish eating the Shrimp Paella and moving on to the salad.
“Ok. Tony and I were in this band called ‘Triggered my Nightmare’. We were in that band for about a year or 2. Then Mike and Vic who are brothers and previously from this band called ‘Before Today’, after that band had been disbanded, they decided to formed another band which is called Pierce the Veil. Things did not work out with Triggered my Nightmare, so when the Fuentes brothers are looking for members to fill-up the position of lead guitarist and bassist, well Tony sort of like dragged me in the band.” Jaime said with his mouth full of lettuce. I could not help it and wipes the mayo residue off his lip.
“We tour vigorously since the band first album was launched and we pride ourselves with all the tours. And if we are not performing or not on tour, I don’t know, like I feel my life becomes stagnant...standstill.” he continues.
“You are used to the touring now. How about your family? Are they fine with you always away with the touring?” I asked again, now we have finished our dinner and I am clearing the table with stacking our dirty plates, before bringing it over to the small sink, on the mini-bar.
“Well, I always make a point to call home. And of course, we will take a break a day or two, in-between the tour.” Jaime helped wiping the table and re-arranging the chairs. “Let’s chill out on the lawn chairs out here.”
I turn to where he is standing, with his back to me. Thinking to myself that we will be freezing to death if we just laying there without blankets covering our body. I walks behind the mini-bar and search for extra blankets that I know I have keep a few spares in one of the drawers. After I have finds the blankets that I have keep it at the Cabana, I pass it to Jaime and joined him after I grabbed 2 wine glasses and a bottle of Merlot with me.
“Wow...there is definitely Catalan blood flowing within you, Marcy. This is so damn romantic.” Jaime exclaimed as he take the wine bottle off my hand and pop it open. Watching him as he pour us the define smelling Merlot into the awaiting wine glasses, I could not deny the fact that the air surrounding us allure such a romantic moment but my feeling for him is nothing romantic. The feeling is so blissful and happiness that I am still be given the chance to be with the man that I have always been in love with, 14 years ago.
The blankets had been nicely arranged by me, for both the 2 lawn chairs. And Jaime had deliberately pulled my body to sit on his lawn chair instead of mine. I tried to extricate myself out of his hold on me but I failed in my attempt. “Jaime what do you think you’re doing?” I chuckled in-between my attempt to get comfortable in his embrace. He has a firm hold on my waist and my thigh, while he snuggle his face in my neck.
Looking up to me, from my neck, “Trying to catch up on our lost years together,” he returns to snuggle onto my neck. I could feel his hot kisses lingering on my neck, trailing to my collarbone. His hot lips on my neck, I closed my eyes just to absorb the feeling that I know will makes me wanting for more. My body begins to feel relax and started to succumb to Jaime passionate attack on my neck.
Jaime’s lip trail to kiss from my neck to the side of my face, before slowly moving towards my parted lips and when our lips collide, I could feel the intensity of the kisses. I let out a moan as my hand goes to running it through Jaime spiky hair. Our bodies moulded onto each other, with my left leg hook up to his hip. I could feel his growing needs between our jointed bodies, that only been separated by our clothes.
As the demand of oxygen intensified, we break free our kisses. In a flash, I pushed him on his back while I straddled up his growing member, rubbing my now wet clit against it. That earns Jaime a loud moan that echo through the night. Lucky for us, the sound of the wave is much louder than the sound of our moaning.
Jaime slammed his head against the back of the lawn chair, shutting his eyes closed, maybe indulging the feeling of what to expect next. His hands leisurely pulling up my knee-length skirt that now bunch on my waist. But before he could pull off my panty, I slapped his hand away and pull away from him altogether.
“What the fuck...Marcy,” he cursed as he open his eyes, glaring at me.
I know my clothes are crumpled now but that is not important. I unhook my skirt that dropped on the floor, leaving my blouse and black lace panty. Then, I pull up my blouse over my head and let it drop on the ground together with my discarded skirt. Jaime eyes train on my ample breasts that threaten to spill over my push-up bra. His mouth now stood open in an ‘O’ shape.
Automatically, he too stands up, in front of me and did the same: Pulling off his ‘Key Street’ shirt and his tight jean. He is about to pull down his boxer, revealing his bulging member. I did not try to stop him. My eyes widen as I saw every inch of Jaime large tool. He kicks out his boxer short over my shoulder and stood there, in front of me, basking in full glory. He even wriggles his eyebrows in his cheeky way. I could not help but let out a small chuckle, as I start to walk towards him.
I push him back onto the lawn chair as I slowly straddled his lap, his bulging member stand erect between us. My finger pull Jaime face up so that his eyes is looking straight my eyes, instead of my breasts, “Look at me, Sugar...” I watch Jaime tongue slip out his lip as he try to wet his now dry lip. I smile as I flick my hair in a sensual way just to add a bit of spice in my act.
Jaime hands feel so hot, as he holds my ass. I allow him to touch me there and I am not to be disappointed when those fingers begin to massage my butt cheek, moulding it and pulling me against his needs. My hands then goes to massage his long shaft, slowly at first but hearing the loud moan from Jaime mouth, only then I begin my sexual act.
At that same moment, I felt Jaime ripped off my scantily black lace, I quickly rub my wet clit against the long shaft and with my other free hand, and I pull Jaime face to capture his lip for a kiss. I don’t particular care of our current place. I don’t care if my neighbour heard of our loud moaning. It seems that Jaime too would not even care of where we are having our sex.
I expect that Jaime will want to unhook, or ripe off my bra just like he did to my panty, instead I felt his fingers dive straight into my very wet clit. Without waiting or acknowledging with me, which I do not find it necessary seeing our match high sexual needs, he inserts 2 of his fingers into my clit. I moan against his lip, as I holding on his shoulder tightly, squashing my breasts against his chest. He did not deepen his fingers inside me, but his magical fingers did everything oh so magical.
Grabbing his hair hard, that pull his face away from, which result in breaking our kisses, I growl at him, “Fuck me now, Jaime!!”
He pull his head free from my grasp, with his other free hands, he yank my bra that freeing my breast from its confinement. He did not even try to capture my nipples in his watering mouth, instead, as he pull out his fingers from my vagina, and lift my lower body up from his lap. He lifting it up as he aligns it with erect long shaft to my entrance. My hands are holding tight on his strong shoulder. I could feel the hotness of his tip. I closed my eyes and bite my lips, patiently waiting to feel little Jaime jabbing through my clit into my vagina.
I am not to be disappointed, and Jaime is definitely not a disappointment. He let go my body ever so slightly, as my body, falls nicely as my vagina aligns to Jaime long shaft. In unison, both of us let out a loud moan into the night with the sound of waves lapping behind us.
I buried my face against Jaime neck as he cradles my head. Both of us trying hard to get our breathing even, before trying to start moving our body against each other, well it is not enough with little Jaime settling peacefully inside me.
I started to kiss his neck, trailing it all the way up his face and together our lips captures as one again. I place my hands against his broad chest, and his hands holding the back of my arms as if bracing for my start of ride. I begin to ride his shaft slowly and steady, trying to build momentum. Jaime too starts to move against my rhythmic movement.
My eyes keep on flickered closed as I feel that Jaime hitting a spot that makes my heart fluttered. My breasts are glinting with sweat that running through my naked bodies and so does Jaime too. Then Jaime hands are now moulding my huge globes. His massage it at first slowly but as I fasten my grinding against his shaft, he is literally squashing my globes, that earns me a loud moan, followed with a colourful string of curses.
Now our speeds against each other bodies, intensifies. Lucky for us, my lawn chair is made off strong woods, with the intensity of our bodies slamming against each others, and not once, either Jaime or me wanting to slow down. We keep on slamming our bodies together. Keeps on hitting the same spot that makes me feel so blissful and I know a little longer, I know I will reach my climate.
“Marcela...I am reaching...!!!”
Grabbing his hair again, in-between my short breathe, I say, “Let’s reach it together...!!”
Within minutes, when Jaime jerk hard inside me and force my body from moving, I know he will reach his climate at anytime soon, and seeing him, I felt my body too convulsing as my very own climate bursting through the sweet sensation from our joined bodies.
As we are switching our bodies position, with me now lying underneath Jaime, my legs locking on his waist, Jaime slams hard against my swollen clit. He keeps on grinding me until both of our bodies had wavered off our climate. He scooped my sweaty and naked body in his embrace. I buried my face against his neck; his smell great scent of sex which makes me somehow feels blissfully.
“I love you Jaime...” I whispered to his skin. I felt him kissing my temple as a blanket has been thrown to cover our naked body. We snuggled in each other arm, under the bright morning star. Jaime kisses again my temple, then my cheek, whispering, “I love you always Marcela.”
Only then I let sleep elude me.
Thank you!! I am currently writing the new chap now ^_^
5/16/13