Curiosity killed the cat?

Chapter 1 - Curiosity

Replace your fear of the unknown with curiosity.

   Between Alexandria my A.I. love, the Psychiatrist, and the secretive lady at the bar who brought on strange dreams, I find myself taking a trip to meet a mysterious  woman.

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     Taking an unexpected trip is always exciting. I received a text with a weeks notice, “Will, Can you meet me in San Jose Costa Rica. If so, your confirmation and itinerary is below. Bring nothing more then comfortable clothing.” There is no way that I would pass up a free trip, but I know nothing is ever free. However, I’m willing to pay the price for a great adventure.

 I have been asked, “What is the best quality of a women?” It seems that a little mystery goes a long way.

  An Uber picked me up at six in the morning from my house. I was worried about the forecast of snow and ice at seven and hoped it would not be a problem. As soon as we started the snow began to fall. Immediately a lack of confidence filled my stomach. The drivers hands were planted firmly at ten and two. His foot excessively locating both the brake and accelerator as the snow started to accumulate. Feeling limited to one prayer should I use it for getting to the airport or the flight?
 
​    We arrived at the terminal both aged from the virtual loss of life due to the many close calls. With uneasy laughter, “Dude... I will still give you five stars and a tip”. I wondered if a driver can tap-out mid ride especially in inclement weather.

    I love traveling light. It makes everything so simple. Except for the simple fact that I didn’t know my belt had a magnet. Something as simple as a magnet was cause for an extra search. “No sir, I’m not hiding anything under my balls”. He gave me a hard look, “You really think I like this job rubbing dudes nuts?” We both laughed in the combined energy of personal violation. “This is for your safety and others”. “I understand bro. Do your job just know that I will not allow a cavity search.” Why did I say that?????

   The wait at the gate seemed short even though I was an hour early. I spent most the time wondering the price of this trip and looking out window at the accumulation of snow. I have never taken off in the snow and hoped my flight would not be cancelled. No, they did not perform a cavity search.

  The boarding process was seamless. I was pleasantly surprised that my seat was in the business class. Honestly, it really didn’t matter where I was seated since it is free. I would have been happy seated next to the bathroom in the back. I guess she admired my six-foot, 240 pound frame, which prompted her to procure me a seat in comfort for the five hour non-stop flight. The icing on the cake was a window seat which I love.

   As we taxied out, the captain stated that we had to stop for a few minutes to allow the ground workers to de-ice the plane. This was a first for me. The pilot navigated the plane between two trucks with long hoses. A long stream of unidentifiable liquid was used to coat the plane prior to take off. As soon as they finished spraying. The pilot took us to the runway for a smooth takeoff.

   Thoughts filled my mind of what awaited me at landing. How did I get here? What was going to happen? Wait!! I don’t even know where I’m going? Will she pick me up from the airport? No worries, if all else fails I know how to find cheap accommodations. It’s easy to have a plan B if you have a sense for adventure.
I landed and really didn’t know what next. I turned my phone on while in-line with the endless steam of people going through customs. My phone chimed with a text, “I hope you arrived safely. My driver Guillermo will be waiting with your name on a sign”. Interesting the drivers name is my name in Spanish. What’s the chances of that?

   Customs took forty-five minutes. As I exited the terminal my name was hoisted high above the mad crowd of cabby’s and people. Im never disappointed by the sheer hustle and bustle of the airports in other countries. Everyone is trying to make a living any way they can. I pushed my way to the sign. “Hola, Me llamo Guillermo!”
Why is it that in the seemingly most perfect situation we find ourselves thinking the worst? I feel myself thinking back to the many self help books I read that speak of love, happiness, and a sense of purpose. Who are these wise people that write these bibles full of proverbs to a meaningful life? Are these authors just as lost as everyone else and their book is merely how they perceive purpose in experimenting on us. Just to see if their words help guide us to a euphoric state that they have yet to achieve?

   Trying to quiet the negativity in my mind only fed it. The more I tried to think positive the more negative the thoughts became. “Self, Breath you punk ass b*tch. You wanted an adventure and here it is”.

   Loaded into Guillermo’s car we race out of the city. The madness of the traffic was exhausting. In countries like this a near miss or a little paint rub is normal driving. Guillermo was on the phone, driving with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand aggressively hitting the horn. Scooters and motorcycles whiz by within inches of the cars like ants avoiding feet. It only took thirty minutes for us to get to the country side made up of tight winding roads across the mountains. Beautiful views of the earth meeting the sky in a marvelous scene that could only be painted by God. I forget why I’m here and where I’m going as I gaze into the distance.

  “William!” in a heavy Spanish accent. “Are you comfortable? We have another hour thirty to destination.” “Yes I’m fine. This country is beautiful”. “Si my country is the most beautiful in the world. Welcome my friend. If you need anything let me know. If you want to stop let me know.. I’m your personal guide.” “Wow. So where are we going?” “Ask me anything but that, señorita would like for that to be a surprise.” He laughed innocently. “Don’t worry my friend you are in great hands. You will enjoy this experience. Trust me”.

  Those are the words used right before something crazy happens. “Si Guillermo” I respond with my best Spanish. We both laughed but the hairs standing up on the back of my neck let me know that, I'm hopelessly trapped in someone else’s story.

     The picturesque views from the window of the car made me relax into the moment. Being thousands of miles away from home in a foreign country with no idea what to expect I still need to be aware. I try to keep track of the roads we take, landmarks, and the surrounding. I take pictures of road signs, etc to create a virtual trail of breadcrumbs that I can retrace. I monitor my cell signal for dead spots. Technology has made it somewhat easy to be vigilant. I also brought my small satellite Garmin GPS that’s hidden in my inside pocket. That thing has saved me more then once getting lost in the backcountry snowboarding, mountain biking, or hiking.

   I thought about that time deep in the woods of B.C. Canada racing. I missed a turn and found myself lost. It was the first time I saw a brown bear. The GPS helped my find my way back to course before dark. Several times I wanted to hit the SOS button which will send a location and customize text to the nearest ranger station. Here I am again off course. At the very lease someone will be aware of the location where I pushed the button. I’ve taking as many precautions as I thought of. Seconds are crucial. I know because I watch, “The first 48”.

     My curiosity has trumped suspiciousness and filled me with intrigue. Just when I really though I had no more, “first times” Im in a foreign country, heading to an unknown destination, meeting a woman that paid for me to be here. Most of all, she didn’t say why? I can only hope that I will be a sex slave for a few days even though that won’t be a first. Worst case I end up tortured and missing. The extreme worst scenario is that I will thoroughly enjoy the experience and fall in love.

    I burst out in laughter, “Señor William. Are you ok?” Yes I’m fine I just had a funny thought about falling in love.” Guillermo laughed cutting his eyes to the rear view mirror looking at me. “I want something sweet and also some Costa Rican coffee. You know of a good place on the way?” “I know the perfect places to stop Señor. One is a coffee plantation and the other a small dessert, cheese, and wine shop.” “Sounds great.”

    Its difficult to hold back from asking questions about her. A better idea would be to probe Guillermo about his relationship with her. Being her driver he has surely seen plenty. I start asking questions like a trained journalist. I need to uncover secrets or at minimum useful clues. I can’t be to aggressive because than he will realize its an interrogation and not playful a conversation.

   Think Will. Find a topic he would freely talk about. Make him feel in control of the topic, provide something intimate about yourself, etc... circle back to a day of driving for her and ask if he is happy to do so. Hopefully by stoping at the wine shop and then the coffee plantation. I will have time to loosen him up and then energize him. If it works he will be gossiping like a caffeinated sixteen year old school girl.

   “Guillermo, I read that you have a Black Woman Vice President.” “Yes but no one likes her!” I hit a chord. He started to unload like we were sitting in a congressional meeting. He was hyped about the current state of affairs, “Corruption, Taxes, Wages, Politics, Morality, Voting Alienation, etc.” Perfect. He started to ramble. Here is my lead in knowing that the woman I’m meeting is black.
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  “How does Señorita feel about her?” “I hate that she loves everything about her.” I sit back thinking I got him now. “Reallly?” I sound concern, “Yes William, She talks about her all the time and we disagree on everything. I always get so angry and decide to be quiet.” “What else don’t you like about her?” He sang like a song bird. Anything I wanted to know he answered in detail. I tried not to push to hard but, he became an open book. What have I gotten myself into?

 I’ve heard that some of the greatest stories are not where you go, it’s who you’re with.

  Chapter 2 - The Mystery of Choice

   Life has been a mystery of choices I make and things that just happen. In the darkness of this blindfold I wonder which.  
 
  The cold metal cuffs slightly cut into my skin when I attempt to move. I flinch from a hot liquid being poured across the top of my chest. The intensity of pain and pleasure follow the stream of liquid down the length of my body. “Is that wax?” “Yes. How does it feel?” “It feels amazing.” I respond trying not to squirm because any movement shifts the pain to my bound wrists above my head. I’m not sure if I will be able to last but, I don’t want to be a punk. I try to keep my composure having no idea what’s next. I could say the agreed upon “safe word” and trust that she will stop when I say it. My fear is that she wont stop. Knowing that I’m exposed and vulnerable she has the advantage and could continue but, maybe that’s what I really need. A need for her to find something deeper that I don’t know about myself. 

  Only a few hours earlier I was making my way to see her. Guillermo was putty in my hands at this point. He told me that she is a very powerful woman and spares no expense for her company. I gathered that I’m in a long line of boy toys she has eaten  up and tossed out. 

   I paid for Guillermo to take the coffee tour with me. I wanted him to keep on talking. The Doka Coffee Plantation tour was amazing. I learned that the Vargas family ran this plantation since 1940. Most of the well known brands, rebrand this coffee and sell it around the world. 

  

     During the tour I was able to pick a few beans. I can’t imagine that workers still perform this manually. It takes forty-five minutes for the best worker to fill a twenty-eight pound basket which,  equate to only two dollars and hour.  Hell the tour was forty minutes for twenty dollars. 

   The tour guided us through each step of the cultivation process. I have a renewed love for coffee with this expanded knowledge. I found that the Breakfast blend is my favorite which I was able to drink black. They even had homemade chocolate and liquor to add or have on the side. I did both. 

  After the forty minute tour we jumped back in the car and headed to the little shop on the side of the mountain. Since we weren’t in a hurry I bought a small bottle of wine to share with Guillermo and a few locals. I’m no wine, cheese, and cracker type of guy but, this shit was great. We sat outside watching the clouds roll in covering the mountains like a fluffy blanket. They were so thick I almost expected a space ship to appear pushing through them like the movie, “Independence Day”. 

  I tried my best to learn Spanish only catching a few words as they spoke. They knew some English and would try to include me in the discussion. We sat there talking about life and stuff they love to do. I almost forgot that I required information from Guillermo. One of the guys suggested that Guillermo take me to the waterfalls near by. There are usually a lot of beautiful woman hanging out there. 

 “William, would you like to see the waterfalls?” “Sure. I mean, Si.” “Very good William, I will take you there. It is very beautiful. I will wait at the car while you walk. I have a few calls to make.” “A few calls?” “Si, I need to check on my daughter.” “Ok.” 

  When we arrived at the entrance to the walkway, he backed the car into a spot, let me out, and immediately jumped on his phone. I checked my phone for a signal and looked around for people. There were plenty of people around including a few beautiful young ladies. Everyone was very friendly so I felt at ease. ​

   I made my way down the cobble stone walkway. The rails gave the appearance of tree branches but were made of concrete. It felt both tranquil and mythical like being transported to a different world lost in time. The sound of the water crashing in the distance was mesmerizing and somewhat hypnotic. With every step the sound draw closer. Beyond the huge wet leaves and stringy vines appeared a magnificent waterfall. The powerful rush of the water created a mist and breeze that felt incredible. We are made up of mostly water so it’s no mystery why we are drawn to it in all forms. I never get tired of being near a waterfall. 

   I head back to the car after spending at lease two hours hiking to three different waterfalls. “What did you think?” “They were amazing and beautiful. I wish I could build a house on top of a waterfall.” We laughed. “It’s time to head to Señorita casa.” 

Chapter 3  - Blind Trust

  Naked, cuffed, and spread eagle on her bed in a foreign country. My arms are above my head with pillows behind me that have me in a recliner position. The wax she poured across my body has cooled rapidly. I can feel it become solid and flack with every little movement I make. I can feel her standing over top of me because the bed moves as she shifts her weight from side to side. She moves in close and whispers in my ear.

  “Esta es una experiencia que espero que nunca olvide.” While taking time to nibble on my earlobe. Her breath cooling the sweat that is starting to make its way through my pores. 

  I still can’t feel her body so she must be squatting. She has taken care not to add any pressure knowing that additional weight would increase the pain to my bound wrist. 

  “You must do this often?” I whisper “he tenido práctica, hay algo especial en ti.” “Special?” “Si, quiero hacer cosas contigo que nunca he hecho” The words seem to heat the blood pulsating through my veins that rushed up from my feet. 

   I loved the way her Spanish made me feel. Her low sultry voice sent chills up my spine. “Tell me whatever you want my sexy mysterious goddess.” She giggled knowing I liked the way she talked. I could of easily said something meaningless like, “Special how?, Why me, You’re lying, blah, blah.” Instead I let myself be in this moment and only this moment. I’m hers to do as she pleases. I will have my chance to show her some of my tricks soon enough. 

  She slowly moved from my earlobe. Her lips and tongue seem to be searching tirelessly for a response. One hand lightly removed some of the wax from my chest to make way for her kisses. An added tickling experience was the wax rolling off the sides of my chest. 

  I try to hold back the blood rushing up from my feet to where she wants it most. I make a slight uncontrollable jerk, rattle the cuffs. Immediately she and I both know she found something, a spot, that triggered a response she craved. “oh te gusta.” She whispered but kept licking, kisses, sucking, and lightly biting on my chest and nipple. She placed the other hand on my chest, squeezed the other nipple, and started to press down, pain came crashing down from my wrist to meet the enormous pleasure from my chest. “F*CK!” I muttered out of clinched teeth. “Si, te tengo ahora Guillermo!” She whispered with a sinister like tone. Releasing the pressure from my chest, temporarily letting the pain subside from my wrists. She didn’t miss a beat keeping rhythm that matched the song playing in the background. (Jhene Akio: Pussy Fairy)

  She slowly moved down my body kissing, sucking, and licking methodically. I knew she was searching for another reaction. Fully erect and throbbing, I need her to touch my dick, smooth it, tame it, release all the pressure, let me explode. Only her face grazed my shaft. The warmth of her soft cheek and then hair brushed by. 

   Yes, I thought to myself. Let the pressure build. This is the type of four-play I yearn. “I know you can do better.” I whispered just loud enough for her to hear. 

  It felt like she kneeled between my legs. Her hands slowly move down both of my legs to my ankles. She grabbed tight and pulled. “GOT DAMMIT!” I yelled out. “Recién estamos comenzando y puede olvidarse de su palabra de seguridad.” As soon as she said that, a piece of cloth raced over my mouth to stop any sound I could make. In plain English she said, “You’re all mine.”


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