Sight's set
Everyone used the lockdown as a tool to divert attention in their own unique ways. I started composing these books. This is the first book in a trilogy. I got the idea while I was stranded at home, so I started writing this narrative for your enjoyment. I appreciate you reading these. Join us as we follow these people on their quest. A narrative filled with humor, sarcasm, love, and romance ©...............................................
It was one early morning in September, the air was crisp and light. Medical Research and Development Scientist Amberline Murlani locked the door to her house and walked to her hired automobile. Ambierline pulled at the white cardigan covering her chest as the chilled air hit her skin it was 5am. Seated in the back seat of the car Ambi reclined in the seat while she savored the early-morning rising pleasure. Amberline stepped out of her taxi at 5:20 in the morning and made her way to the airport counter. Standing at 5'9", she has a stunningly toned body, a complexion like golden honey, and large, gorgeous, dark brown eyes that naturally glitter. Perfectly straight, with a narrow nose and high cheekbones, with a smile that could never go ignored. A silky complexion, jet-black layered hair that reached her mid-back, neat and tidy size-C breasts, proportionate hips to her physique an exotic Indian beauty. Moving around the Caribbean, the US, and Canada after being born in Trinidad, the larger of the twin islands Trinidad and Tobago. Given her genes for eternal youth, one might mistakenly believe she is just in her early 20s.
Everyone who knows her affectionately refers to her as "Ambi," a 36-year-old lady who lives independently and happily in her own world. Few partnerships, one lasting longer than three months, and little luck in the dating department. Ambi was going about her daily business, unfazed. The last serious relationship lasting a mere 11 months and was almost twelve years ago with Jessie. He first verbally abused Ambi before eventually being physically abusive, which put him in jail. Ambi has simply been living her life ever since while juggling work, pleasure, family, and friends. Not a go-er she doesn't seek out love, if it comes along, she will let nature take its course.
Dressed in a white cardigan and a knee-length yellow dress with a v neck and no sleeves. Her hair pulled back to the side in a ponytail, tan flat sandals complimented her outfit perfectly finishing her look with a white tote while pulling on her green carry-on. Amberline discovers a vacant seat at the gate as she waits to board her trip to Costa Rica. She starts reading after taking out a book.
Ambi - I'm walking toward Miami International Airport's departure gate around 5:30 in the morning. I pick an early flight because it is less crowded than later in the day, when the airport may get quite crowded. Being at the airport during the quiet hours makes me feel nostalgic. I enjoy watching the airport get ready for the day's influx of travelers rushing to catch their flights on time, as well as the clean, shiny floors, the energizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee, the bookstore setting out the day's newspapers, and the restaurants preparing their meals. Oh, how I adore early mornings, the calm before the storm. When I get to the exit gate, I sit down next to it and take a out book I was carrying with me. At 6:45 am, they finally announce the time to board, allowing passengers to enter by rows. I'm in the first group to board, sitting in seat 11A.
Before I settle into my seat on the plane, I quickly locate my seat lifting my carry-on and securing it in the overhead compartment above my seat. I then secure my bag under the seat in front of me. I buckle up and wait patiently for the other passengers to find a seat. In two hours and forty-four minutes, I will be in Costa Rica, where I will spend my five-day vacation zip-lining, deep-sea diving, taking a tour to one of the many waterfalls, and possibly whitewater rafting. I'm silently hoping that nobody is sitting next to me. Finally, I hear the footsteps of the air hostess moving toward the front of the seats in preparation for her announcements. As it prepares to take off, the plane begins to move away from the gate and toward the runway. I lean back in my seat while I wait for the announcements to be finished, the stewardess finish her final checks, and then takeoff begins. Fortunately, the seat next to me is Vacant! Yes ! God, I thank you! I shut my eyes, relax and enjoy the flying.
I like to travel during off-peak seasons, my trip is going to be fantastic. I made the decision to go during this time in September when school is in session and there are fewer tourists, shorter lines, and less crowds. This is the life.
I'm awakened by a small amount of turbulence with around 30 minutes left in the journey. I pick up my bag using the restroom to refresh up before the seat belt sign is turned on. I put my cardigan in my bag, use the toilet, wash my hands and face, then fix my hair while drying my hands and face. I don't use much makeup; I just put on my spicy lipstick and return to my seat. When the pilot announces that we are about to begin our descent toward Daniel Oduber Quirós International Airport, I put away the book I was reading. I admire the view outside my window as it descends into thick greenery and the stunning ocean with its blue-green grandeur. I can't wait to see everything—the sights, the experiences, and the photos. My one and only big sister Nisha and brother-in-law Brad gave me this trip as a birthday present; I'll be staying at an all-inclusive resort. Accepting such an extravagant present from them made me feel guilty. My sister is a corporate lawyer, and my brother-in-law is a company executive and lawyer. They insisted on giving me this lavish present despite the fact that they have three children and should be saving for their children's education. 'Ambi, you work hard and should play even harder, so let us indulge you a little, they added.' Along with my two older brothers and sister, I have three older male cousins, and since I was the last girl with a four-year gap before the other cousins arrived, they have all spoiled me. In spite of being an adult, my parents, siblings, and even relatives claim that I am still their little doll.
The landing came easily. Salute to the pilot! I start an applause for him with the other travelers joining in. He performed a fantastic job with the landing. Until we are told to disembark, I stay seated. I always make an effort to pack lightly to avoid waiting at the luggage carousel. I was able to fit everything I would need in my weekend bag and carry-on. As soon as I arrived at the airport, a shuttle to the resort was there to pick me up. I was the sole traveler from the resort on this flight. I arrive at the resort after a 25-minute drive, pulling up to the resort the scenery is impressive. Tall trees, a well-kept lawn, exquisite landscaping, and new-looking structures.
At the front desk being checked in was a couple—a gentleman in his early 30s and a woman in her mid-20s— with the other front desk employees. Happy for them, they are on their honeymoon. I don't have anything against love or marriage; I don't care for fancy weddings. Love is a lifetime commitment that only occurs when the time is right. It should never be forced. The appropriate individual and for the right reasons should be the focus. Three men were conversing in the lobby. The person speaking had a loud, deep voice that was definitely nice to hear. It was almost sensual, deep and strong voice. I'm assuming it was him since, yes, I am aware of smell, it smelt like he was created from the best breed of men. Despite the fact that he is standing far away from me, he wears whatever perfume he was wearing really well. It smells like a crisp white t-shirt and has overtones of sage and ginger that give it a biting, juicy freshness that makes you want to eat it. Because of their wonderfully proportional and toned bodies, I must admit that this group of men is among the best-looking I have ever seen. They were the kind of person who was difficult to miss. They could be models for a photo session or even actors, they belong on the cover of a magazine.
Giovanni
Arriving in Costa Rica it was strictly business, Tyler, Charlie, and I landed at the resort on Thursday evening and got right to work as I wanted to leave by Monday. It was Saturday morning and we were conversing in the lobby after meeting with the resort manager when I overheard the front desk employee say, "Ms. Murlani, do enjoy your stay with us. Here is the key card to your room." The replier had the most endearing voice; it had a calming tone. I look back to see the front desk clerk delivering the keys to the most exquisite-looking exotic creature I have ever seen. I ceased speaking with Charlie and Tyler and focused on the beauty. She has honey-colored skin, and her Indian accent is absent. What country is she from? Her accent escapes me. I am in wonder as I take in the beauty of her as she makes her way to the elevator. I haven't felt my cock quiver like it did just now thanks to this exotic beauty. Charlie jolts me from my reverie with the words, "yo Gi back to earth here bro." I must learn more about this beauty. Is she here for the medical conference? Why would a woman of that beauty be alone at a resort like this? Did she have a ring on? Who the hell would allow such a beauty to wander around by herself? She must be married to a moron.
Ambi
As I make my way to the elevator, I cast another quick glance at Mr. Delicious' way. I could only see his back, but it was plenty for me to enjoy, his aroma, standing at 6'2", he appears to be the same height as my brothers and is well built, at least from behind. He has a full head of dark hair.
