The previous day’s experience was something that we never thought would happen. We never anticipated that we would be together even a single time. We were a little slow getting up. Yesterday was much more sex than we had in a while, and maybe never.

Waking up, we wrapped our arms around each other, kissing with the abandon that newfound lovemaking elicits. Our plans to continue those activities were on our minds as we groped one another with the sensual time after just opening our eyes in the morning after a profound sleep. Laura felt my morning erection, and I couldn’t resist massaging her breasts as we kissed. In a few more minutes, the morning would evaporate into the afternoon as we would have had a marathon session in the room or out the door of the room in the sea.

We broke off our started physical breakfast, realizing we would never do anything else. Both of us felt that was okay. However, we were intrigued by this place and the opportunities to explore that we didn’t have in our homes, so we wanted to also have some other types of new experiences. Our sense of adventure overcame our reluctance to leave bed.

Taking the first shot at the bathroom, I shaved, showered, brushed my teeth, and took a leak as soon as my erection calmed. Leaving the bathroom, Laura hugged me from the side of the bed and inhaled my freshness as my cock came back to life with her ministrations.

“I love to suck cock when you are all clean and have a sexy scent, Tom.”

“You seem to love to suck in any state, Laura.”

“True, but the desire varies.”

Being relatively early, around eight AM, we tried to be careful about making too much noise. Laura duplicated my preparation, except for shaving her face; she touched up other areas. I greeted her with a towel, wrapping it around her as we kissed. I had to break it off because I knew we would not be able to do anything else. Once we had both dressed, we were off to have another breakfast and try to find a way to go to the chocolate factory—but we assumed that there were no Ompa Lumpas and that nobody named Charlie ran the place.

During our breakfast, we looked at our phones and realized that it was a good two-hour drive to arrive at the chocolate plantation, but that we didn’t have a car. That was indeed a dilemma, and we sought a way to remedy that situation.

The chocolate factory we targeted to visit was the IXCACAO Maya Belizean Chocolate Factory. What is an IXCACAO, you may ask? IXCACAO was the Queen of Cacao and also the Goddess of Fertility and Happiness. A big task. It made me wonder if she was the reason that there was a tradition of giving chocolate for Valentine’s Day. That factory was well-known in Belize.

Discussing matters over our morning coffee, we looked at our phones and found several car rental places in town. However, when contacting them, there were no rentals available before two in the afternoon. That was too late to start for the interior without much knowledge of the route or driving conditions. Night falls around six PM, so it would not be prudent to leave so late in the day.

We were stuck, and then Laura had an idea.

“Let’s call Rachel and see if she would like to go with us,” Laura proposed.

“We just met her, so I would not ask her to drive like that.”

“We can propose gas and the entrance fee for the chocolate factory.”

“Maybe if we also offer her some funds as a guide?” I suggested.

“Let’s try,” Laura responded enthusiastically.

Laura took out her phone with Rachel’s number and entered it. The phone rang several times, and a person with Rachel’s voice, a little raspy and half-awake, answered.

“Hello, who’s calling at this time?” Rachel asked.

“Hello, Rachel. It’s Laura and Tom from yesterday at the Tipsy Tuna,” Laura stated.

“Well, that is a wake-up call I didn’t expect this morning. How are you two doing, and why call me in the morning? It was not a particularly late night, but very busy,” Rachel said, inquiring about our call.

“Rachel, we were thinking about going to the IXCACAO Chocolate Factory. Would you like to go with us?”

“Sure, but can I get dressed first? Today I don’t start until eight PM. Who’s driving?”

“We thought you would,” Laura sheepishly replied.

“Okay, but what about gas?”

“We’ll pay for gas and provide you with a guide fee,” Laura offered.

“Hmm…you want to hire me as your Belizean hooker for the day?”

“No-no. We enjoyed talking and your open attitude. We thought it would be nice to spend some time together.”

“Relax, I’m just pulling your chain. I wanted to see you both again, but I thought it would require less travel time.”

“I need about an hour to prepare and to arrive at your hotel. How about ten AM and then we can get going, eat lunch at the chocolate factory, and then come back.”

“Rachel, that is perfect,” Laura responded.

We were a little excited because it was an adventure in the interior of the country, and we had never experienced how chocolate was made. We finished our coffee, paid, and made our way back to the room to prepare for the day trip. We took phones, some water, and mosquito repellent, and were ready to leave by nine-fifteen.

Laura looked at me and said, ”What can we do in forty-five minutes?”

A sly smile, and Laura was quickly on my lap, kissing me.

“No fucking, but I want you to rev me up for later, Tom.”

We kissed and massaged each other. Luckily, we had a room with air conditioning; otherwise, we would have sweated uncontrollably. Our tongues choreographed desire, and our hands complemented their movements.

The time went by quickly. A knock signaled Rachel’s arrival at the door. I opened it, and she was in lovely beige tropical shorts with a matching top. Her attire was very similar to Laura's.

“Hello, you guys have already been at it this early. This room smells like sexual activity has been rampant!” Rachel laughed.

“Nothing this morning,” I said.

“Well, it is time to get moving, so that we get there early enough for the demonstration and lunch,” Rachel stated.

We took our small backpacks and went outside. Rachel had an all-wheel drive car, like a Jeep, but more comfortable and covered. The crossover-style car was comfortable but had a standard transmission. The aura of the car was that it could drive over not only difficult roads, but also where there were no roads. I asked if she had gas, and she said a half tank. I proposed to fill the tank now and when we returned, and she agreed.

Laura sat in the front seat, and I sat behind her. It was not the best situation, but I thought that I could discreetly touch Laura during the trip.

We started on the road. Backtracking some of the route we had taken to arrive in Placentia as we left town, and then went inland. We weren’t very far from the sea, but as soon as we left the sea, we lost sight of the water.

The green jungle foliage covered both sides of the route, with small towns gracing the sides of the Southern Highway. It was well paved for the isolated nature of the area. A hummingbird farm was advertised, but Rachel said it was more for butterflies and was formed from a large cacao plantation.

The route gave us time to chat about how we came to know each other and to explore some of Rachel’s life also. Rachel was a native Placentian. She had gone to university in Miami in horticulture and come back to Belize. She would like a government position, but those are hard to come by.

Rachel told us that she had a boyfriend, James, who owned part of a company that takes tourists out to islands to see marine life. He studied marine biology at a school somewhere in the States but came back because he loves Belize. She told us that they have talked about marriage, but she insists on a more open relationship. After two years, he is finally coming around to her point of view.

We explained that we came to know each other through online chatting. Her comment after that was that in the Tipsy Tuna, she thought that we had found a good way to nonverbally communicate. The five-year relationship was a way we found to share ourselves with someone who became another family member. Their joys and sorrows became part of our lives as well.

We started just asking questions about ourselves. What we did, what we liked, what our families were like. Why were we on the site? It wasn’t just about sex. It didn’t seem like either of us would breach the subject of sex with each other.

“Both of us are a little shy, and then Laura broached the subject of whether I ever tried cybersex. I said once, but it was not my idea,” I told her.

“It didn’t take long for Laura to propose to play with each other,” I continued.

With that, Rachel couldn’t hold back, “You make it sound like a romantic story, but I saw you yesterday, and you were like two dogs in heat. Tell me that you didn’t do anything like that before.”

“No, Rachel, we had cyber, and we both enjoyed that. But yesterday, after five years, we were unchained and wanted to show each other how we felt about each other,” Laura explained.

“Your feelings were clear, that’s for sure,” Rachel teased.

“Do you like Mayan heritage?” Rachel asked, changing the subject.

We both replied affirmatively. She went on to tell us that there are many Mayan sites in Belize and in Guatemala.

“If it isn’t too late when we come back, we can take a look at the Nim Li Punit Archeological Park,” Rachel told us.

That was a Mayan city, and although the site isn’t enormous, it was worth a quick look at some interesting artefacts found there.

“We are getting close to the chocolate factory,” Rachel said as we turned off the Southern Highway to go to San Felipe.

With Laura in the front seat and me in the back, I was able to reach around and fondle her right breast and sensed her nipple stiffen as I rolled it in my fingers. She did not fight it or try to move my hand away.

In another twenty minutes, the small sign indicating IXCACAO Chocolate Factory signaled our destination. Rachel pulled into the small lot, and we exited the car, stretching. Laura hugged me briefly.

“You are so naughty, and you know you made me wet. I will make you pay for that,” she whispered with a sexy tone.

A short man with a heavy mustache waved us to come up the stairs to an open covered area. This was the start of the tour.

The large fruits, more like pods, on the trees outside were identified as cacao fruit, used to produce chocolate. Our guide opened one of them to reveal the beans that were the source of chocolate. They were white and sticky. They didn’t look like chocolate. However, the beans needed to be treated to produce the flavor that so many people crave. As the tour participants, we were called into service. They are fermented in banana leaves and dried first, then roasted, and after that, they are ready for treatment. The husks covering the chocolate are removed. The guide showed us the classic process of rolling with a stone roller to make a paste that starts to resemble chocolate.

Adding dried milk and/or sugar gives the chocolate the taste of milk chocolate or dark chocolate. Then it can be added to molds to produce the consumable concoction that is a world favorite.

The guide told us that they could ship all over the world. One story he told was that the former US President Jimmy Carter had visited the factory and regularly ordered their seventy percent dark chocolate.

We were fascinated by the process and tasted some of the production. A tasty lunch was served with chocolate as a prominent component. We were alone in the small restaurant, and we were alone at the table. I was seated between Rachel and Laura. Laura couldn’t stop rubbing my thigh with her left hand. Each stroke brought her closer to my crotch, which was responding to her not-so-innocent touches.

I thought it was over when I felt her had moved under my loose-fitting shorts and pushed aside my boxers. Her soft hand manipulated my balls and then grabbed my shaft. Her soft moans in my ear had me wishing she would stop at the table, but not stop in private.

Rachel was watching as if she knew what Laura was doing. Rachel smiled and talked with Laura about her time in the US, outside Belize.

Looking into my eyes, where I had trouble concentrating, Rachel asked, ”Are you okay, Tom? You look uncomfortable.”

“No, Rachel, I just have my head somewhere else,” I replied.

“I think that someone else has your head,” Rachel answered.

Just afterward, Rachel massaged my other leg. I was in a kind of uneasy threesome and looking to get out. Even after our short time together, Laura knew she should be restrained as she felt my member twitch, indicating it was close to release.

Laura whispered in my ear, "You may be embarrassed, but he is proud to stand tall for me.”

The excited feeling subsided as Laura’s hand retreated. That allowed me to finish my meal in tranquility, being next to Laura but without the sexual tension she had initiated.

After coffee, we were ready to head back to Placentia. Rachel asked, "Would you like to drive for a while?”

“Sure, Rachel. At least until we arrive at the Archaeological Park.” I thought that would keep things calmer if I were driving.

Rachel said she would prefer to sit in the back, and so did Laura.

“A chauffeur for you two women. Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do,” I told them, joking.

It had been a while since I drove a standard transmission car, but I re-acquainted myself rapidly. Rachel had asked Laura if we would like to meet James, her boyfriend. Laura responded affirmatively, and it became quieter afterwards. We were about ten minutes away from the chocolate factory when I sensed that they were engaged in non-verbal communication.

My first confirmation was the soft moans from both women. Either they were sampling the chocolates we bought, or there was something else going on. Looking in the rearview mirror briefly, I noticed that they were kissing. I quickly turned my attention back to the road.

The moans increased in intensity, and the glance back revealed that the two women were caressing their breasts and had removed their tops. Rachel was sucking at Laura’s breasts as she held them in her hands.

The next sounds left no doubt about the back seat game they were enjoying.

“Suck them hard, Rachel,” Laura pleaded.

“Don’t stop, I’m so wet,” Laura continued.

Laura still massaged Rachel’s breasts, and I was a little distracted. Rachel's groans were now dominating the sound in the car. The action was approaching a point of no return.

I saw an empty place to park the car by the side of the road and stopped.

However, the two women in the back did not stop. I was privileged to watch these two beautiful women share a special moment. Laura stretched out, and Rachel helped remove her shorts and panties. Rachel’s soft touch and hands flowing over Laura were skilled as Laura was writhing and lifting her hips. Rachel transitioned her movements down Laura’s torso. I took note because I considered learning a lifelong activity. Her tongue probed Laura’s labia and brought little squeals with each lash from her tongue.

The tenderness of Rachel, coupled with her wild movements, was erotic and hypnotic. I had never seen two women make love before. It was beautiful how Laura held Rachel’s head as it found the goal of her search. You could tell that Laura’s clit was being sucked and licked, and I was kind of jealous. Becoming wild, Laura wrapped her legs around Rachel’s head. Rachel was pumping two or more fingers in and out of Laura.

“Fuck, Rachel, make me cum,” Laura implored.

Her back arched and moved up and down. You could see the liquid leaking out around Rachel’s mouth, and she was swallowing most of the elixir Laura produced.

Laura relaxed onto her back and continued her labored breathing with Rachel’s brown eyes piercing Laura’s emerald eyes.

“Incredible,” was all Laura could muster.

“I have never been with a woman before,” Laura continued.

“Fooled me,” Rachel answered.

“Rachel, please don’t be upset, but I don’t think I can go down on you for the moment. I have never done that before, and I need a little time to process this. Maybe Tom could help you?” Laura suggested.

“Tom, you still hungry?” Rachel asked.

“I have been salivating since just after we left the chocolate factory. Would you like me to taste your sweet chocolate?” I replied.

“Your slutty girlfriend got me all hot and then chickened out,” Rachel joked.

Laura opened the door and sat up to let Rachel stretch out on the back seat. Tom opened the back door, and Rachel scooted up, placing her back on the seat and undid her shorts. I helped her pull off the shorts and the string that covered her sex. She had a magnificent body and was now nude on the back seat, her head on Laura’s legs.

“What are you gawking at, Tom. Fucking get in there and make me cum as I did for Laura,” Rachel ordered.

She was right that I was frozen, not knowing what to do with a beautiful woman who actually wanted me. Even if it was for her pleasure. At times, you take what you can.

Dropping to my knees in an awkward position in the car, I kissed up Rachel’s legs, and although appreciative, she wanted more alacrity.

“Tom, you are so fucking slow,” Rachel said.

Laura was coming out of her post-orgasmic stupor and began to fondle Rachel's marvelous breasts.

I arrived at Rachel’s pussy, and the breast play and my mouth licking around her mound and then moving up and down her slit had her start to buck and moan.

“Eat me, Tom. Tongue fuck me first,” Rachel directed.

“No points if you don’t find my clit,” she followed up.

My tongue slipped over her labia as I sucked on her lips, and then my tongue located her introitus.

“Oh yes,” Rachel exclaimed with her body arching and meeting my tongue thrusts. I found her clit with a saliva-covered finger and gently touched her pearl.

“You found it; let’s see what you do with it,” Rachel almost screamed.

“Rachel, you are so hot, and those tits are so tempting,” Laura signaled as she joined the fray.

Bringing her head over Rachel’s and kneeling on the edge of the door jamb, Laura started sucking on Rachel’s nipples, and Rachel had Laura sucking hers.

I was moving fingers to Rachel’s pussy hole, and my mouth found her clit. I licked her love button, wetting it as my mouth began a sucking motion.

Letting go of Laura’s breast, she squealed,” Yes, Tom, you got it. Suck that pearl.”

I was rolling my tongue around her little nib as my fingers thrust into her cunt. Rachel was getting close, and it was hard to stay with her. Her little moans were louder and louder, and she was bouncing up and down as the pleasure was mounting in her.

“Fuck, Tom, I’m cumming. Swallow my cum,” Rachel said, thrusting her pussy into my face.

I felt the first gush of her release and was able to take almost all of it. She had three more loads, and I managed to take most of them.

Rachel was in a recovery mode. It had drained her to help Laura and then to have her own orgasm.

“Come up here and kiss me, Tom. I want to taste what you did for me,” Rachel asked.

I gave her a deep kiss, and she could taste herself on my tongue.

“Laura, get over here and taste me on your man’s tongue,” Rachel demanded.

Laura came over sheepishly, offering her mouth. I plunged my tongue in, and I thought most of the taste that was left was in Rachel’s mouth.

“Mmm…sexy,” Laura purred.

“Tom, you like pussy. I can tell. I want more, but you have me temporarily worn out,” Rachel complimented me.

“No problem, Rachel. I was just glad to help you. I have not had a lot of practice, but I love giving a woman head,” I replied.

We all drank some water and relaxed a little.

“I want you two to meet James,” Rachel stated.

“I think you two are fantastic and would like him to at least meet you. If he or you aren’t interested, then nothing happens. Is that okay?” Rachel continued.

I looked at Laura, and she had yes written on her face.

“Okay,” we said simultaneously.

“I want to be clear that if he isn’t interested, then I would like to spend some time alone with you because I want to help Laura and I want to see what you have hiding in your pants. I like riding,” Rachel couldn’t help adding.

“When we get back, I will help you out, Tom,” Laura proposed.

“Please continue driving, Tom. I am exhausted and need to work tonight,” Rachel asked.

The two women began reorganizing themselves. Some wet wipes helped to quickly clean the two women up, but I still had wet boxers from all the precum.

In about five more minutes, we were all ready to restart. It was close to five PM, and we needed to get back in time for Rachel to start her shift at the Tipsy Tuna.

We were quieter on the road back. There was not much traffic, and the daylight was rapidly vanishing.

Missing the Archaeological Park was a little disappointing, but we had an activity that made up for the failure to visit the ruins. We had a little more than an hour to arrive at the Tipsy Tuna and our hotel. We proposed a shower for Rachel before she started work. She agreed, and we made our way to the room with some time to spare. The evening was still young, but it had been a long day.