Passion

We had sex a few times that night. Everything sort of blurred together in a euphoric dreamy kind of way. We did go to sleep at some point wrapped around each other.

The following morning we woke up still in each others' arms, surprisingly enough, I'd slept well. I went and grabbed us some breakfast; tea and banana bread. Bermuda finger fed me the banana bread, it was really cute.

Bermuda suggested that we take a shower together and after our all-night romp I agreed. The hotel shower was phenomenal. It was one of those "rain" shower-heads in a large, rectangular space; there was lots of room and stones as the flooring and walls. Although at first we stared out with an actual shower, things eventually ended up with the hottest foreplay I've ever experienced. Slippery, wet and just plain hot.

Unfortunately I had to get out of the shower sooner than I wanted. The heat and lack of oxygen was making me a bit dizzy and I'm prone to fainting. I sprawled back on the bed and unconsciously kept touching myself, I was already incredibly turned on. Bermuda came out shortly after, saw me lying on the bed playing with myself and pounced on me. Between the night before, the shower and how attracted I was to Bermuda, I simply could not get close enough to him. Arms, legs, hands wrapped all around him. Kissing and touching everywhere. I wanted him and I wanted all of him. When I came, I raked my nails all down his back and completely and utterly dissolved. It didn't take him long to follow suit.

The sex we had that morning was the hottest sex I'd ever had. I'd never let myself go like that ever before. It was incredible.

In the post-sex afterglow we chatted a bit more. We talked more about our families, travel and life goals. Although we'd avoided the topic, Bermuda asked about the upcoming wedding and my fiance. He'd taken my left hand and was "admiring" my engagement ring.

Bermuda: "I've never really liked engagement rings. To me it's like a guy buys this huge rock and puts it on a girl's finger to 'claim' his right to her. It's a blatant display of money and ownership. Not my style."

I just kept looking at him. There wasn't a lot that I could add with the massive rock sitting on my finger. Bermuda looked up from his ring inspection and asked, "Do you love him?"

I've looked back on this moment many times since then and I know that I hesitated in replying. I stopped and thought about it but ultimately gave the only answer that I could.

Me: "Yes. Of course I love him."

Bermuda nodded his head and let go of my hand. We lay in bed for another hour or so talking before he got up and left. We made plans to see each other again that night since it would be my last one.

All in

Monday night was a complete write-off after not sleeping much the night before. Bermuda and I texted back and forth a bit but in the end made plans for the following night. Wednesday was a stat holiday so we decided that Bermuda would come to my hotel room after dinner and spend the night, since neither one of us had anywhere to be Wednesday morning.

Tuesday I didn't have business commitments other than dinner in the evening so I went to walk around town. I enjoyed a lovely lunch overlooking the harbor. While enjoying my seafood chowder I decided that if I was going to continue down the path I was on, I was going to do it up properly. I sent a text to Bermuda asking him what kind of lingerie he preferred. His reply was cheeky with a touch of surprise but he gave me directions to an appropriate store.

The sales woman was very helpful and I left with a really fun hot pink and black lace number, not my usual pick, but completely appropriate on such short notice. I also picked up massage oil and condoms, key for a good night.

(Hot pink anyone?)

Bermuda arrived around 9:30pm after we'd both finished up with our other obligations. I met him in the hotel parking lot and gave him a huge hug. He seemed a bit nervous, but so was I. This was crossing the line between unintended to pre-meditated.

Back in my room, I offer some champagne to take a bit of the edge off. We made a small toast and polished off half the bottle chatting and laughing. As with the other nights, conversation was just easy.

I got up to refill our glasses and came back down to sit on the bed. With the glass held in the air between us, eyes on each other, the atmosphere changed. We both knew why he was there and were being shy about it.

Bermuda: "You still want to do this?"

Me with a smirk: "I'm an extremist, I'm not capable of doing things half way. I'm all in."

The morning after

Sure enough the alarm went off at 7am. Bermuda rolled out of bed with a groan.

Me: "Wake me up when you're ready to go."

I moved over to his side of the bed and wrapped the covers around me as he walked out. I woke up again when he came back in around 8am. He opened the door, saw me peeking out at him from the covers and his eyes went wide, I'm not really sure why.

Bermuda: "I'm going to get dressed and then we have to leave in about 15."

Me: "Okay. I'll be ready"

Bermuda as he sat down on the bed: "What should I wear today?"

Me: "That blue shirt and tie and a suit!" I gave him a mega watt smile on this one.

Bermuda: "I'm too tired to come up with better, aright."

While he got dressed I got ready too, I had brought a change of clothes. Whether from lack of sleep, adrenaline or shock I was shaking.

When we'd gotten ourselves together we left the house to get on his scooter. It was a gloriously beautiful day. The sun was rising and it was warm. We started on our way, Bermuda in his suit, my overnight bag at his feet and me wrapped around him on the back of the bike. He lighted a cigarette as we drove and I was just awestruck at the view. He took me along a road that overlooked the ocean and with the sun rising and waters sparkling I was stunned.

Me: "Wow. This is just so beautiful. I feel like I'm in Europe only it's better."

Bermuda: "Yeah, I'm feeling a bit Italian at the moment, scooter, smoke and taking a perfectly respectable girl home in the morning."

To this day the ride that morning is still the most romantic moment of my life.

We pulled into the back parking lot of the hotel. I got off the bike and handed him my helmet.

Me: "I'll message you later, we should go out again"

Bermuda: "Okay."

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, said goodbye and ran back to my hotel room to shower and get ready for my meetings to start.

All I knew was that I wanted to see him again and soon.

Where there are sparks...

He brushed my hair down under his cheek an snuggled closer, arm wrapped right around me and spooning against my back. He was so warm. Laying there cuddled against him felt natural and I started to relax again. No real  harm in just cuddling, was there? He started softly snoring in my ear and I began to drift off again.

The snoring stopped and his fingers started lightly brushing against my stomach, back and forth. Then slowly up my ribs, back down my stomach, then up again along the side of my breast. My heart was racing again.

Fingers gently brushed down my ribs and across and back up lightly tracing my nipples. He gently pinched one and I shot up looking at him over my shoulder, "What are you doing?"

Bermuda: "Nothing. Sorry. I'll just keep my hands to myself." He puts his hands up in demonstration and then goes to turn over.

Me: Looking him right in the eye, "No, that isn't what I said. What are you dong?"

Bermuda: Silence. And then, "Well, I like you... and I like boobs..." he shrugged his shoulders and looked up at me.

I sat there contemplating him for a moment. I gave a small smile and said, "okay then" and laid back down. I turned to face him and he leaned forward and softly kissed me.

(I didn't quite see it at the time but that was the exact moment when I chose to shove myself onto a new life path.)

We spent the next several hours peeling pajamas off, wrapped around each other kissing, touching, caressing and generally mauling one another.

Around 5am I was on top straddling him, we were still just teasing each other, Bermuda grabbed my hips and squeezed them blurting out, "I so just want to fuck you right now."

I giggled softly, bent down and whispered, "I did tell you when we started that you were going to have to take the lead, I said I was in."

He looked at me, eyes big as saucers, and quickly flipped me off of him...

Up until that point in my life the first time I had sex with someone generally meant some pain and a lot of awkwardness. That night was hands down the best first time sex I had ever had and at the time it definitely ranked in the top 5 ever...

Afterwards I was feeling simply euphoric.

Laying there spooning again I asked what time it was, he guess around 3am. I grabbed my phone and took a look, it was 6am!

Bermuda: "I gotta get up in an hour for work... tomorrow is gonna be rough." I agreed with him.We fell asleep naked wrapped around each other.

Gossip

I thought it was a little odd to be locking the door, but it was only a latch lock and something that I could easily undo, so I wasn't alarmed. I quickly realized why he'd locked the door.

We settled on his bed and had just started talking about the rest of our afternoons and evenings when the muffled noises from the living room got louder. There were people heading towards the bedroom and they were being loud. Someone pounded heavily on the door, "Hey Bermuda, you coming to...." another voice started talking over the first and with the Bermudian accents and multiple voices talking and laughing I didn't really follow what exactly they were asking. Bermuda paused, looked at me with a smile and then replied with a "No, I'm out." There was definitely some laughter, one more pound on the door and then we heard them walk back to the living room.

With the brief interruption over we went back to talking about the rest of the rugby matches and my work dinner. I told Bermuda about the one girl that had come up to Peter Pan and had asked him about me. He surprised me by saying, "Yeah, I'd heard about that." I gave him a quizzical look, he shrugged and then explained that the girl who was asking the questions was roommates with a girl he had been "sort of" dating. And then the light bulb went on.

Me: "You mean the girl you got the phone call about on Friday night?"

Bermuda: "You remembered that?"

Me: "I was right beside you when you got the call. I didn't really get what you were talking about then but now it's starting to make a bit more sense. What happened?"

Bermuda explained to me that he had hooked up and hung out with this girl a few times. He was not looking for anything serious, he just wanted to date casually, and he had shared this with her. Apparently in her attempt to keep things casual she thought it would be okay for her to give one of his friends a blow job. After the phone call on the Friday night he had gone to talk with her Saturday (yesterday) to call her out on said hook up. Things did not go well,  and after their "discussion" they were no longer seeing each other and pretty much not on speaking terms. Bermuda then explained that because their discussion got a bit heated and tears were involved, she had been too upset and embarrassed to come into the rugby tent that afternoon with him in there. Apparently having me wrapped around him behind the bar had made things worse and that was why her roommate had come over to investigate.

The dirty look and comments now made a whole lot more sense. I found it a little funny that I had caused drama without having a clue that any of this was going on.

Bermuda and I talked for another hour or two about life in general, what we had been up to, plans that we had for the future and about the travels we had done and still wanted to do. Our conversation was great and came so easily.

It was pushing 1am and after drinking all day (and still feeling buzzed) and the fact that we both had to work in the morning we decided to call it a night. All of the friends were still in the living room, although they had quieted down quite a bit by this point. I quickly snuck into the washroom to do the whole before bed routine and change into my pajamas. With the couches in the living room all occupied, Bermuda was in his bed when I came back. I crawled in next to him but up against the far wall. We said goodnight, and I rolled over to face the wall and settle in. His bed was comfy.

Just as I had started to relax and drift off Bermuda shot his arm out across the gap between us, wrapped it around my waist and yanked me back and up against him.

My heart was just pounding.

Rugby Classic: Part 2

Peter Pan looked at me and then looked back at the girl, "She's just a mate. Look at her hand."

I held up the hand in question, the girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Peter Pan, "Who cares, who is she?"

Peter Pan repeated, "She's just a mate. She's in town for business and she wanted to check out the Classic."

The girl shot me another dirty look and walked away.

Peter Pan and I talked again for a bit and then Bermuda made his way over to us and asked if I wanted to go and check out the games with him. We sat in the bleachers and watched a good portion of the game and then we grabbed some food since there was a huge buffet being served in the tent. Over dinner I asked him about his beard. It was huge and although we had talked about it a bit on Friday he had said there was a story behind it but the music was too loud to give me the details then. He explained to me that he had had a bet with one of the managers at his work. I didn't really understand but I told him that I didn't love the beard, it made him look a lot older than he was.

Around 4 o'clock I had to head back to the hotel and get ready for a work dinner that I was required to attend that evening. I said goodbye to Bermuda, he was back to bar tending, and he suggested that I call him after dinner because there might be an after party. I agreed.

Peter Pan walked with me to get a taxi, we said goodbye and I left.

Dinner that night was relaxed and fun. The wine with dinner was delicious and luckily I was seated at a table with some of my favourite colleagues so the conversation was entertaining. It was still a work function and so I felt a little drained from having to be 'on' at all times. We had a bus tour scheduled the next morning so most of my colleagues decided to call it an early night. I was wound up a bit from the work and still felt like I needed a break, something to destress. On my way back to my room I called Bermuda.

Me: "Hey, dinner just finished. I definitely need to get out of here, what are you up to? Can I join?"

Bermuda: "The party ended early but there are a few people over at mine. Come over. It's a bit of a ways but you can spend the night, I'll take you back to the hotel in the morning, my office is around the corner."

Me: "After your rant this morning, if I were your fiancee, how would you feel with me going to spend the night at a somewhat random male's house?"

Bermuda: "It's all good. I'll sleep on the couch and you can have my bed. Just come over, it'll be a good time."

I really wanted to get out and the thought of hanging out with people my age and enjoying the rest of the evening was exactly what I needed. I agreed and got the directions to his place. I went to my room, grabbed an overnight bag, decided not to change out of my dinner outfit and left.

The taxi driver knew where we were going and dropped me off in the lane. I called Bermuda to tell him that I was there, he said that he would come out and meet me. I walked towards the house listening to the tree frogs singing in the trees, it was really a nice night.

Bermuda came around the corner and as soon as a I saw him I blurted out, "Your beard! You got rid of it!" He just smiled and told me that I looked nice. He took my bag from me and we walked inside.

Instead of going to the living room where clearly a lot of people were, based on the noise, he took me to his room, closed the door and locked it.

Rugby Classic: Part 1

I checked my messages and it was Bermuda letting me know that he had gone out for a smoke but the bouncer wouldn't let him back in the bar. He asked me to call him if I got the message. I did. He was on his way home and asked if I was able to go out again while I was down. I mentioned that Sunday during the day I was free and he invited me to the World Rugby Classic. His rugby team had a tent and he thought I might enjoy it.

Sunday he came to get me around 11am. I brought breakfast; tea and muffins. It was really fun riding around on the back of his scooter, I felt very European. We stopped at the rugby club first because there were a few people meeting him there to grab tickets. He and I sat out front eating breakfast and chatting for about an hour. Our next stop was a detour to his place. He changed and offered me a team jersey to wear as well, but I passed. We took a taxi to the event.

On the way we had a lively debate about engagements and marriage and Bermuda also commented that I wasn't as happy about being engaged as he thought I should be. We also talked about fidelity, relationships in general and then we moved on to lighter topics.

Upon arrival I realized that we were the organizers of the event and I was promptly put to work helping move tables and set up banners. I met a lot of people and was enjoying the team spirit. Peter Pan showed up a little after us and I spent time working with him as well. He introduced me to a few people, some of the girls on the team, which was really nice.

Once everything was set up it was time to drink! Bermuda was bartender for the beginning of the event so I chatted with Peter Pan and a few of his friends. We eventually went out to watch the opening match. I got a little cold so I wandered back to where Bermuda was and went and cuddled against him behind the bar.

We were having a great time with him being the left hand and me being the right hand and I did eventually warm up. It was my first time ever being a bartender, a very fun experience.

Eventually Bermuda was called to other duties and I rejoined Peter Pan's group. A new girl walked up to Peter Pan and without looking at me hissed in his ear,

"Who is she and why is she with Bermuda?"