They had agreed to meet in Havana.
From the moment she stepped out onto the tarmac he knew he’d have to have her. She was a vision of beauty, long curly blonde hair, and a shape that would make an hour glass jealous.
She recognized him immediately, tall, muscular build and tattoos covering both arms. She walked towards him her hips swaying suggestively.
“Hello Tiger” she said.
“Hello Kitten” he replied.
They shared a hug and a brief “hello” kiss. Finally they were meeting after a few years of e-mails and eventually phone calls. They jumped into a cab and headed for the hotel he had booked downtown. It was a warm summer day, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She wore a flowing white sundress with a low cut front that showed her full firm breasts. He stared longingly as a single bead of sweat ran down her neck and disappeared into her cleavage.

She couldn’t believe that she was in Havana with him. She was from a small town outside of New York and he was from halfway around the world, yet here they both were FINALLY meeting. When they finally arrived at the hotel he had her bags sent up and they walked for a while. She watched him as he bought something for them to drink. He was wearing a white undershirt (tank top) and dark trousers. She thought that he looked as if he had stepped right out of the 50’s and landed in front of her. She could feel herself getting damp just thinking about him holding her.
As they walked through a nearby park to watch the sun set, she pushed him up against a tree and kissed him fiercely. He quickly spun her around so her back was against the tree and kissed her forcibly back. She let out a soft moan and ran her fingers through his hair – pulling it just a little. He moved his hand slowly up the outside of her thigh and slowly slid his hand under her dress. He could feel the heat radiating from her and when he touched he cotton panties their moisture confirmed what he had thought.