The Lusty Mexican

They say that the world is divided into two types of people. There is the type of person that wakes up hungry, they attack each day as if they are challenging life, they are in touch with their reality and seldom spend time daydreaming. The second type of person is the type of person who wakes up every day wishing that they had a life that was different to their own, they often have to motivate themselves to get through the day. These people live with their heads in the clouds hoping for something to come along and make their life better.


But a person who lives with their heads in the clouds often looses touch with reality. This type of person dreams of that perfect break, but misses all the opportunities presented to them under their noses. However, it can take just one moment to bring them back to reality.


This reminds me of a friend of mine from Monterrey Mexico…

He sat at the back of the cigar lounge as he always did. He looked at his lit cohiba and thought that there must be more to life than this, all of the sudden the band came to life playing a medley of hits from the Gypsy Kings, which was not uncommon at this time of the evening. He blew a thick cloud of smoke out and reclined in his couch; even with all his money he felt emotionally void, he craved the touch of a woman. “Raul Armando Espinoza you are really a sad fucker,” he muttered to himself while the craving took hold of him. Then all of a sudden through the mist of the smoking, the most exquisite lady glided onto the dance floor.

The beauty of the woman was rare indeed and captivated the look of most of the men in the club, but especially that of Raul. Her jet black hair was thick and just over her shoulder, her breasts were not large but not small, you could defiantly get a handful and a half out of them, her ass was medium in size and tight from the hours of yoga and pilates that she did during the week, she wore a royal blue silk dress which was low riding at her chest and high riding at her ass. She was tall for Latino standards, but even with her heels on she was shorter than Raul. Only one thought was on his mind. That of ravishing her till the mourning came round. She was now dancing with a random drunk from the bar.

Raul did notice how her delicate hands caressed the back of her partner as they danced, and the most vivid image of her hands around his shaft overshadowed his previous observation.
She threw a glance at Raul from the dance floor almost knowing every single thought that was going through his mind. However, this never stopped him.

The drunk twirled her with uncanny proficiency, which made Raul notice how the dress that the woman was wearing was riding on a cushion of air around her body, it was as if the dress was not even touching an inch of skin, yet it did her justice, especially her breasts.

All of a sudden they were in a secluded spot on an isolated beach. In a corner which had palm trees all around it was a bed with blood red silk sheets. On the bed the naked beauty lay, she saw Raul approach and beckoned him closer with her delicate fingers. Before he knew it he was on the bed and kissing the beauty, all the while making small circles around her left nipple with his fingers. Just then he realised how hard it was he broke off the kiss and gently placed the hard nipple in his mouth, sucking it lightly and then briefly blowing on it. By her moans he realised that she wanted the pleasure to continue. So he went back to the nipple sucking it harder this time and nibbling on it as he broke the hold. The beauty was in so much bliss that she never wanted the pleasure to end. She quickly lifted her right breast and motioned him to pleasure it in the same way, which he did.

He then moved onto her perfect stomach licking it with small yet distinctive strokes. He reached for the bottle of bollinger champagne which was in an ice bucket beside the bed, and poured a bit of the juice onto her abdomen, the heat was flowing through every part of her body that he could have sworn that he saw the champagne sizzle for a second. He sucked it up and paid attention to the cute belly ring which was that of an angel.

He then moved onto her ankles, which were perfectly accentuated in her utterly sexy carduchie high heels. How perfect this moment is he thought. He then spread her legs and began lightly kissing the inside of her right thigh ever so slightly making his way up to her cleft which by this time was utterly drenched. He was at her thigh when she placed her hand behind his head wanting the pressure of the kisses on the inner thigh to increase. He reached her clit and gave it a light, quick lick and then moved onto her other leg and began the procedure again. By the sounds of her moans she never wanted the teasing to stop, but he reached her sweet spot for the second time.

He orally pleased her for what seemed a life time, all the while hearing the screams of the beauty getting louder and louder. At the height of passion the beauty arched her back and let out an audible moan of satisfaction. She sat up and pushed Raul down onto the bed, as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear he nibbled on her lower ear lobe, and the beauty giggled as a high school girl would the first time she received a proper kiss. All of a sudden the magic words came out of her mouth “I’m going to ride you like a stallion Raul… Armando… Espinoza.”

And that she did, the hard work that was put into the attention that he gave to the beauty the whole night was paying off now, the friction of the grinding of her wet labia over his dick was so intense that it could have lit many a fire. Before her climax she instructed him to flip her over, he did so with ease and rode her so hard that her perfect breasts were bouncing up and down at a rapid speed. At the height of passion the beauty screamed his name over and over again while he pulled her hair back to nibble on her ear lobe again and again; satisfied with his work he put the final thrusts in.

They lay on the bed and he kissed her much like he did the first time only he was gentler.

All off a sudden Raul awoke from his dream as the beauty made her way to the chair next to him. He was waiting for this moment for the longest time and now he was unsure of what he was going to say. But before he could stammer his words out the beauty sat on his lap, unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers through his chest hair, all of a sudden she made for his ear and whispered in a low husky voice, “Bonas Dias, my name is Angel. So is it your place or mine?”


Regards.
Wayne A Knight