her job easy. However, she did notice his freshly pressed suit jacket with a Dolce and Gabbana tag lying in the seat next to him. And he was wearing a Rolex. That was impressive.
After serving everyone, the ladies inched their way back down the aisle with the cart. Mauricio got a side view of Lola’s butt as she slowly passed him. It was round and voluptuous. He couldn’t help but stare at it as the back of her skirt pushed outwards.
Lola and Sherry stood in the back galley talking. Sherry was on the inside while Lola stood between the back area and the lavatory. In her peripheral vision, Lola saw a person get up from their seat. When she looked, she whispered “22A”. Sherry leaned over to see. They looked like deer caught in headlights.
“Damn” said Lola under her breath as this tall, tanned skinned man wearing the hell out of his suit made his way to the back.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” said Lola.
“I know I’m probably not supposed to be back here, but . . .” he said in a low voice. Then, he looked at Sherry, “Can I please speak to her for two minutes alone . . . Please?” He put hands together praying she said “yes”.
“Sure,” said Sherry.
She stepped out and nudged him in. Sherry closed the curtains behind her. Lola moved Mauricio to the very back where his feet wouldn’t show under the curtains.
“I don’t usually do this, but I can’t help myself,” he said.
He gently pulled her close to him and stuck in his tongue down her throat. He held her face as he passionately kissed her.
Then, he raised her skirt and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him easily. But once things got too hot, she got down and straightened up her clothes. She couldn’t believe what just happened.
She looked down at the front of his pants. There was a massive bulge protruding outwards. She grabbed it to make sure it was real.
“Nice,” she said in a low voice, smiling.
“You haven’t seen anythin’ yet,” he said smiling back.
She peeked out of the curtain to make sure the coast was clear. Then, she pushed him into the restroom so that he could fix himself. Once he came out, she motioned for him to sit in the last row. It was completely empty. And Sherry told her to go ahead and talk. The trash had been collected and there wasn’t much more to do.
“I apologize if I was too forward, but I had to,” he said.
“Well, I don’t usually do that, but you were a pleasant surprise,” she admitted.
For the next hour and a half, they continued flirting, laughing and conversing.
“Flight attendants . . . Prepare for arrival” was announced over the intercom. That was Lola’s cue.
Before she walked away, he asked, “Can I see you again?”
“I’ll be at Motions on South Beach with my friends tonight.”
“Then, I’ll see you there,” he said kissing her hand before walking back to his seat.
Once they pulled up to the gate, everyone stood up to grab their stuff. The aircraft doors opened and passengers began exiting the plane.
Mauricio got off last. He grabbed his stuff, turned back and winked at Lola. She winked back as he exited.
Chapter 2
Lola’s House
Lola was excited about Mauricio. She thought about him as she drove down the streets of Coconut Grove heading home.
When she pulled into her driveway, she saw her madrina’s car.
“Madrina . . . Madrina . . . I’m home!” she yelled walking through the door.
“Míja, I’m in the kitchen,” responded Ana with a twinge of a Spanish accent.
Lola ran and gave her a big hug and kiss.
Ana was Lola’s godmother. She was this beautiful, exotic looking, Cuban woman with fair skin, long black hair and tight brown eyes that exuded sexiness. She stood 5’10” tall with a small physique and flawless looking skin.
Ana stood over the sink rinsing a pot of uncooked rice.
“How was your flight, Míja?” asked Ana.
“It was good. I met a guy. And he’s from New York,” Lola said sitting on one of the bar stools smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“Another one?” Ana asked giving her the eye.
“Yeah, but he approached me this time, Madrina.”
“I know you Lola Esperanza Ana Dominguez. You’re always up to no good to catch a man’s attention.”
“This is true, Madrina. But . . . he beat me to it this time,” said Lola chuckling.
“Aye . . . Míja. What am I gonna do with you?”
Lola told Ana the story of what happened while flying the friendly skies.
“Wow. He’s just as bold as you are,” said Ana putting the rice on the stove to cook, then seasoning the steak.
“And he’s gorgeous, Madrina. He has these hazel eyes. . . . mmmmm. He’s supposed to go to the club tonight.”
“Please be careful. You can be a bit loca.”
Then, a male voice said, “Stop worrying so much, Woman. She’ll be fine.”
“Padrino!!!” yelled Lola jumping up to hug him.
“How are you, Sweetheart?” asked David.
“I’m fine. And you?”
“I’m good.”
David was Lola’s godfather and Ana’s husband. He stood 6’4” tall with a killer smile. This Bahamian and white man had a smooth, bronzy skin color. He wore his wavy, brown hair in a low cut and had a little gray in his beard. And he was a hunk with the most seductive eyes.
Lola told him about Mauricio. David was also surprised to hear that there was someone just as upfront as her.
“So are you seeing him again?” asked David.
“Yeah. He’s supposed to go to the club tonight. So you know what that means . . . SHOPPING!!!” she exclaimed while prancing around.
“Well, sit and eat with us first,” said Ana. “I’m cooking one of your favorites.”
Ana was making arroz blanco con bistec empanizado (white rice and breaded steak, but Cuban style). And she always made it with black beans, salad and sweet plantains.
“Ok.
