"I'll get the door," I said.
"Good evening, gentlemen; welcome to Cancun," I greeted them as I opened the door.
All three were dressed in business suits, and the fourth I recognized was Simon, the bellhop who had carried my bags up earlier in the day.
"I'll just place your luggage here, Mr. Freeman," Simon announced, not following them into the room.
Freeman turned and extended his hand toward Simon, which held a twenty. "Thanks," he answered.
Simon took his tip and left quickly, joining the other two bellhops waiting in the hall, understanding his presence was no longer needed.
Avery and Jim headed for the bar where the girls were sitting, leaving Mitchell and me standing just inside the door.
I smiled widely at him and extended my hand, "My pleasure, Mr. Freeman, I'm Angel."
"Yes, I know, and it is my pleasure," he replied, then added, "Please call me Mitch."
He stood at least four inches taller than me and had silvery gray hair closely trimmed to his scalp. I detected somewhat of a gut at his belly and a hint of a double chin. He was handsome enough but not striking. His dark eyes studied me as I moved closer to him; the fragrance of his aftershave wafted into my nostrils. It reminded me of the aroma some of the senior partners at Barry's law firm wore, which I endured when I danced with them at social functions of the firm.
He placed his hand on the small of my back. "I need a drink," he mentioned as we joined the others.
Tiffany and Jasmine had already introduced themselves to the other two men. "Mitch, I'd like you to meet Tiffany and Jasmine," I said as I pointed to each girl.
"My pleasure, ladies," Mitch said as he quickly shook their hands.
"Hi, darlin', I'm Avery," one of the two announced, shanking my hand.
"I'm Angel, and you must be James?" I asked, reaching for the other's hand.
It was apparent that Mitch had talked to the other two and claimed me to be his escort, but I wasn't sure about them.
Avery stood between the girls, and James was behind the bar mixing drinks. Tiffany had her eye on James, watching his every move intently. I estimated he was the youngest of the three, having dark hair that covered his ears almost completely and what appeared to be a substantial sculptured form.
Avery had the look of an attorney, dressed impeccably in a costly tailored suit, his sandy blonde hair and smooth complexion already looking like he was a fixture in Washington, DC.
"What'll ya have, Mitch?" James asked.
"Bourbon on the rocks," Mitch replied, his hand still resting on the small of my back.
As he slid Mitch's drink down the bar, James asked, "So, ladies, what do you have planned for us tonight?"
I smiled and answered, "Were we supposed to make plans?"
Mitch pressed his hand firmer against my back, making me wonder if the three of them had planned something, and James was asking to see if we had other ideas.
"No dinner reservations?" James replied.
"I'm sorry, we didn't know," I apologized for not taking care of that detail and feeling awkward.
Tiffany rescued me as she rose off her stool and leaned across the bar, pulling James toward her. She moved her lips to his ear and whispered something. His face lit up, and a broad smile came to his lips. "Now, there's a girl with a plan!" he exclaimed.
Tiffany smiled widely and returned to her stool, her eyes fixed on his.
I pretty much knew what she had whispered in his ear and figured it wouldn't take long before they would head off to her suite for a night of intense sex.
Jasmine, meanwhile, was warming up to Avery. I noticed her hand slide behind him and watched as he lurched slightly when she squeezed his ass.
He completely surprised me when he asked, "Who wants some blow?" His hand pulled a zip lock bag filled with white powder from a pocket in his suit jacket. I assumed, like most coke heads, he either liked to live dangerously or knew that Mexican Customs wouldn't search him or his luggage when he arrived.
In unison, Mitch and I both shook our heads; no, and I don't think James heard the question since he was intently studying Tiffany's tits.
Jasmine, of course, smiled and replied, "I do, I do!"
As Avery laid out two healthy lines of coke on the granite bar, Jasmine snuggled into his side. She would be at his side or kneeling before him for the rest of the weekend as long as that bag still had something to offer.
As they snorted the lines, Tiffany slipped off her stool, reached across the bar to grab James' wrist, and led him toward the door. Mitch just stood there watching all the action, occasionally shaking his head in what I assumed was utter disgust with his counterparts.
Jasmine came up with wide eyes and a broader smile, having tasted what I figured was first-quality coke. "Let me help you unpack," she suggested to Avery, but I knew she meant, let me help you empty that bag of blow.
They headed to her room, leaving me alone with Mitchell Freeman, who seemed bored already.
I moved to my right, away from him, sliding onto the bar stool Jasmine had just vacated. Crossing my legs so he could see their shapely form, I smiled at him. "So much for the kids, huh Mitch," I commented.
He smiled at me and then took a huge gulp of his drink. "I'm gonna unpack, okay?"
"Sure," I answered, somewhat disappointed that he seemed uninterested in my body.
As he moved to lift his luggage to the bed, I said, "I think I'll sit on the balcony and enjoy the ocean breeze." I wanted to be alone in my disappointment.
I sipped my cocktail and enjoyed Mother Nature's nightly show as the setting sun lit the sky in a rainbow of colors. The breeze had subsided some, as had my excitement about spending three days with Mitchell Freeman. I reminded myself not to judge the book by its cover and hoped Mitch was shy and intrepid about spending the next three days with me.
After perhaps ten minutes, he joined me on the balcony wearing a pair of khaki slacks, a light green sports shirt, and a wide smile.
"Let's take a walk," he suggested.
I happily agreed, knowing that we could also talk as we walked, and I thought he needed to speak.
The soft white sand captured my sandals, and I slipped them off, carrying them in one hand and reaching for his with my free hand.
The last shades of purple quickly faded from the sky, and as darkness fell, the sky lit up with billions of shining stars. We reached the cool, moist sand where the waves reached their height and then turned to walk along the water's edge.
Mitch had not uttered a single word since our feet first touched sand.
"Do you not find me attractive?" I asked.
He glanced at me and, in the dim light from the hotel, softly answered, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
I smiled at him, expecting more.
We walked one hundred yards or more in total silence, and then he turned to face me, his form outlined by the light from behind.
"Angel," he started, then paused.
I was suddenly afraid he would tell me he couldn't do this.
Mitch continued, "I've been married to the same woman for 35 years and have remained faithful since we exchanged vows. I only agreed to this excursion because Johnston was adamant that I accept his gift."
I was stunned, not by the fact that he had remained faithful for so long but by the fact that he was admitting it to me now.
"Mitch," I began to speak. I was going to explain if we didn't have sex, that would be okay, but he interrupted me.
"I'm 62 years old, and for the last ten years, my wife and I have not had sex. Not because we didn't want to but because I am unable to. I'm sorry to admit this, but I don't find her sexually attractive any longer," he confided in me.
I held my tongue, knowing he wasn't finished.
"I've tried Viagra and all the other ED drugs, but none worked," he admitted.
"Walk with me," I suggested, holding his hand firmer as we turned and walked deeper into the night sky.
The sounds of breaking waves and the chirping of a million crickets in the brush off to our right were the only things we heard for several minutes as I contemplated how to approach my dilemma. I knew I had to get over two hurdles. The first would be finding a way to arouse him sexually and, if I succeeded, helping him deal with the guilt of his infidelity.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" I started.
"Sure," he replied.
"In the 35 years you've been married, have you ever considered having an affair?" I asked.
"Yes, many times," he admitted.
So he had urges about other women. "Why did you resist those urges?"
"There were many different reasons. Some because the women were gold diggers and others because I didn't feel the timing was right," Mitch vaguely explained.
I was encouraged that he didn't say he couldn't break his vow to his wife. "Wouldn't you agree that this weekend couldn't be better regarding timing?" I suggested.
Mitch chuckled, "I couldn't agree more."
"You understand that the company I work for expressly forbids their employees to contact a client after an appointment ends?" I explained, trying to show that I was no gold digger even though I fully expected to be tipped very handsomely for my services.
"I didn't know that; in fact, Johnston's representative only explained that female escorts would greet us for the weekend when we arrived," he replied.
I could see that I would have to not only find a way to seduce him but, if I succeeded, make sure he was aware of Elegant Escorts if the company was to reap the benefits of a pleasurable weekend.
I turned to face him, his eyes peering deeply into mine. I released my sandals and reached for his other hand. Holding them both gently in my delicate palms, I spoke, "I have some very unique talents that I believe can help with overcoming your erectile dysfunction problem."
"I honestly believe you may. Lord knows my doctors haven't given me anything that helped one iota," Mitch replied.
I slid my hands up his arms and into his silvery hair. Moving closer, my breasts pressed against his chest. His arms circled my waist and pulled me even tighter against his body. I gazed into his eyes, and he slowly kissed me, a tentative light kiss but a kiss nonetheless.
"Let's head back," I suggested, wanting to begin my sexual therapy as soon as possible.
We walked hand in hand for ten yards or so. I pulled my hand from his and hurried back to the spot where he'd kissed me. Bending down, I plucked my sandals from the beach, then turned and quickly caught up to him. "Almost forgot my shoes," I remarked as he giggled, watching me struggle through the sand.
"Do you play golf?" Mitch asked.
"I'm not even good at mini golf," I replied.
"Too bad, I'm supposed to be here playing golf this weekend. It'd be good to show my wife a couple of cards when I got home," he remarked.
I smiled as we walked into the brighter light nearing the resort. "I'm okay with you getting in a game one morning," I suggested.
I made a mental note to ask Simon if he could get me a couple of blank scorecards from some of the courses so I could surprise Mitch with them before we departed Monday.
As we returned to solid ground outside the resort, I stopped to slip my feet back into my sandals while Mitch bent down and poured the sand from his Docksiders.
"Hell Angel, even your toes are sexy," he commented after checking out my feet.
I giggled. "You don't have a foot fetish?" I quipped.
He smiled warmly, "I don't think so, but who knows."
Mitch held the door for me as we entered from the beach. "You hungry?" he asked.
I grinned sexily at him, letting him know that, at the moment, I was only hungry for his touch, and I responded, "Room service is later."
He pulled me close to him while we rode the elevator, giving me another kiss. This one was a little more forceful and passionate, his hands beginning to explore more than the small of my back.
All seemed quiet as we walked past Avery and Jasmine's suite. I assumed she'd gotten a head start on his bag of blow and his weekend of sexual pleasures.
Mitch slid his key card through the reader, then pressed the lever down, opening the door with his forearm. I smiled, thanking him as I entered the impeccable suite we would share.
"Isn't this place spectacular?" I commented as he turned the deadbolt and followed me deeper into the room.
"It's not too bad." He replied, confirming he'd stayed in some other spectacular hotels.
Mitch stopped at the bar and watched me as I walked across the room to slide the door to our balcony closed. When I turned and began moving back toward him, I watched his eyes as they roamed up and down, examining my form.
I smiled sheepishly, waiting for him to comment. I came to a stop across the bar from him.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked
"I'd love one," I answered, wishing he'd remarked about my body instead of offering me a drink.
"What's your pleasure, Angel?"
I liked how he spoke my name, his voice accentuating the words as he spoke.
"A gin and tonic would be perfect," I replied.
"Will you excuse me for a moment?" I asked as he began mixing cocktails.
"Of course," he replied, looking up from his task and smiling widely.
I headed to the bathroom and closed the door almost completely. It was an elegant bath with marble vanity tops and wide gold framed mirrors behind the twin sinks. After tweaking my hair with my fingertips, I looked at my reflection. "Perhaps this would encourage him to comment," I thought as I unbuttoned two additional buttons on the front of my sundress, exposing my cleavage down to the top of my pale yellow, lacy bra.
I firmly believed that I could cure his dysfunction with a slow, sensual seduction and decided to prepare for that now. I bent at the waist and unbuttoned the bottom three buttons, leaving only a few holding my dress closed over my body. One final preparation was to slip out of my panties so that when I asked him to touch me there, he would be rewarded with my smoothly waxed naked pussy.
I turned the light off and pushed the door closed, its latch signaling my return. "I was about to come looking for you," Mitch remarked as I walked past him and slipped onto a bar stool.
His eyes were fixed on mine from across the bar as he handed me my cocktail. When he lifted his glass to his lips, I knew he was resisting the urge to look down at the soft, exposed cleavage below.
I crossed my legs, exposing the top of one silky smooth thigh, then leaned forward to allow him a better view of my naked flesh. As he returned his glass to the bar, he gave in to his urges and let his eyes drop, carefully examining what I was offering.
As his eyes moved down, I let my sandal slip from my heel to loosely dangle from my sexy toes and watched for his expression to confirm that he did enjoy a foot fetish.
"You sure do have sexy feet," he commented as his eyes returned to mine.
I grinned widely at him. "I hope you find more than my feet sexy," I commented.
"You know I do," he replied, stating the obvious.
I took a healthy swig from my drink and placed the glass on the bar. I slid my hand to his, extending my nails between his long fingers, then sliding up to cover his hand.
He stared intently into my eyes but spoke not a word.
I lifted his left hand from the bar and brought it to the silky smooth skin above one breast, resting his fingertip on the warm flesh and giving him and me time to enjoy the first touch.
His expression changed from one of timidity to a more lustful anticipation.
"Your fingers are so soft," I whispered, barely moving them against my flesh.
Wanting to take baby steps with my sexual therapy, instead of moving his hand down to explore the fullness of my breast, I slowly drew it up until my jaw rested in his palm and his long, slender fingers extended below and beyond my ear into my hair.
I sighed and pressed my head firmer into his hand.
My eyes closed briefly, and I enjoyed his tender caress as I whispered, "Your touch gives me goosebumps." Which I felt rise along my arms.
He reacted by slowly moving his hand forward, and I turned my head to tenderly kiss the center of his palm, marking it with a speck of moisture from the tip of my tongue.
I wanted to take his sleek, long finger between my lips and suckle it gently, but I knew patience would be my virtue on our first intrepid night together.
"You are so lovely," Mitch commented as his fingers slid down my neck, over my shoulder, and onto the silky smooth flesh where I'd placed them a moment ago.
I smiled and nodded my head, approving his tender caress.
His fingertips slipped across and dipped into the warm confines of my cleavage, then rose to caress the top of my other breast.
I moaned quietly as his tender touch caused my breasts to tingle, and I could feel my nipples react and harden into the lacy cups of my bra.
He moved to his right, keeping his left hand in contact with my skin as he came around the bar to stand beside me.
Turning a little on my stool caused his fingers to slide between my breasts once again, but this time I reached up and pushed them deeper between my tits.
Mitch circled my stool, pausing beside me to lean and whisper in my ear, "You're so goddamn sexy."