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I put a hand on her wrist. “Not on a mat with the door open. Come to Cabana 12 tonight. Nine o’clock. I’ll have wine.”
Ana smiled slowly. “I’ll bring oil.”
She did. By nine the cabana was lit by a dozen candles borrowed from the restaurant, and she arrived in a thin cotton dress with a bottle of coconut oil and the dimple at full power. We drank a glass of wine, sitting on the edge of the bed, and then she took the glass out of my hand and said, “On your front, please.”
She massaged my shoulders first, then my back, then, slowly, the backs of my thighs, her thumbs sliding up closer and closer. When she finally slipped one oiled hand between my legs from behind, I moaned into the pillow. I rolled over. She straddled my hips and I pulled her dress up, and we undressed each other with oily, laughing fingers.
It was long and slow and wet. We scissored, thigh slick against thigh, her clit grinding against mine, her hand clasped in mine on the pillow. She came first, with a whimper, and the sound set me off. We kept going until two in the morning.
Before she fell asleep she told me she was leaving for a retreat in Oaxaca on Sunday. Two years, maybe three.
I didn’t ask her to stay. I’d already had what I came for.
She kissed my forehead at dawn and left a rolled mat on the pillow.
“Breathe,” she said. “You are not trying to hide anymore.”
I wasn’t.
Ending 6 of 16: Namaste Goodbye. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.