Malo en México

It’s my last night in the Mexican Mayan Riviera. Today is Cinco de Mayo, Mexican independence day. The celebrations would run late into the night, the sounds of maracas and drums a constant beat. The chants of men and women and the shrieks of children’s laughter, a now-familiar sound. The fiesta had begun the evening before and the sense of excitement filled the night with promises of amusement, passion, and lust.

Closing the hotel door behind me, I head for the stairs. When I get to the bottom, I man is going up. He’s dressed well in a dove grey suit and his face is handsome, his body like a predator, a big cat on the hunt. I smile and say “Hola”, passing by and putting him out of my head as I step into the night air.

I walk the two blocks to the Parque Los Fundadores and stand to watch the action. People are dancing, eating, and laughing. The vibrations of the drums reverberate through my body, the beat altering my heart rate. I love Latin music. The sound, the pulse that encompasses your body, how your limbs move of their own volition.

I move closer to the fray and purchase a margarita, not caring that I look more like a tourist with the drink in my hand. Nobody would have guessed otherwise with my red hair and pale skin. My heritage like a beacon, signaling that I am not from around here.

Taking my drink, I move to the middle of the dance area. Allowing the music to take over, I let all conscious thought escape my mind and just feel. The music, the energy, the night air caressing my skin. Closing my eyes, I take a breath, the salt of the Caribbean sea and the delicious scents of Mexican cuisine mingling to create a memory that I hope to never forget.

The music changes to a modern song called Noche de Sexo. The beat heady and packed with sexuality. Finishing the last of my margarita, I place the empty cup on a ledge and return to dance. Letting my eyes close, my head tips back. I spread my arms and let the music flow through me, swinging my hips, my arms waving as I step with the beat.

I’m engrossed with the song when I feel hands land on my hips. Opening my eyes in surprise I stop moving but feel the hands shift, pushing and pulling me, keeping my hips in rhythm. A breath brushes over my ear and the words “Bella dama” are whispered. The accent thick, the voice a deep, smooth rumble. “Your body is like liquid lust, it makes me want to touch you, taste your coño, hold and suckle your tetas.”

Turning in place, I raise my hand, ready to strike, outraged that this man thinks he has the right to touch me and say such vulgar things in my ear. But when I turn I find the man from the stairs. His face more handsome in the lighting from the street lights, the olive skin contrasting with the white of his shirt which is unbuttoned to show a small patch of hair. The suit pants hang on his hips in just the right way, highlighting a generous package. His eyes are dark and seem as if they’re liquid. I feel warm at the thought of him touching me.

“You’re exquisite, Bella. Your hair like fire, your skin like ice. May I have this dance?”

Lowering my hand I nod once and gasp as he pulls my body tight against him. His chest is hard, his strong arms wrapping around to hold me tightly. The heat of the night mixed with his touch ignites fire in my core, spreading outward. I feel sweat start to build on my brow and take a breath to slow my breathing.

Letting him lead, I follow as he sways his hips against mine. Our dance a mimic of thoughts both our minds have traveled to. I feel his cock press against me and know that I am not the only one affected by the moment, the heat, the feeling of our bodies rubbing against each other. He holds me close, his face inches from mine. His breath smells of mint and lime. Our breathing mingles, our bodies molded together as if they were one. I become suddenly apprehensive, my desire to be touched by this man strange to me, but arousing. I divert my gaze not wanting him to see my lust.

Using once finger he lifts my chin. “Don’t be worried Bella. For now, we dance.”

Releasing the breath I didn’t know I was holding, I relax in his arms. I can do dancing. This is what I came for.

We move as one. The beat carrying us to imagined faraway lands where it is just the two of us. Our bodies each caressing the others, our hands moving to touch, feel, and grope with subtle gestures. His hands are firm and confident in their exploration. He runs them over my waist, grasps my ass, pulling me against his manhood. The thought of his cock, hard inside his pants gives me the courage to let my hands explore his body.

Running my hand from his shoulder, I force it past his neck to settle on his chest and then roam lower. His pecs are firm, his stomach toned, the washboard abs defined under my fingers. Just before I reach his rigid length, I stop, pulling my hand away, blushing, suddenly embarrassed.

Running his hands down over my ass, he grips me tight, pulling me up to rub against him, my toes barely touching the ground. I feel small in his arms, like I weigh nothing. Taking my hand, he places it on his engorged member.

“Do you see what you do to me, Mamacita? My cock is ready, it wants to touch you too.”

My pussy contracts and I feel the blush run up my chest. I know that he sees my embarrassment and I divert my eyes, not wanting him to see that I’m as aroused as he is.

“Don’t be shy, Bella. I want you, and I know you want me. I can smell your Jugo de coño. The sweetest perfume. Are you wet for me?”

Giving my head a little shake, trying to deny his accusation, I look at my feet. I do want him. I am wet. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this moment right now.

“Don’t be scared Bella. I’ve got you.” He says softly. As if to reaffirm his words, he spins me around, pulling my ass tight against him. His cock is now nestled between my cheeks. The fabric of our clothing the only separation. I feel a rush of moisture pool between my thighs. Splaying one hand over my stomach, the other on one hip, he changes the tempo. His hips still tight against me but the sway of our bodies is more controlled, more deliberate.

His hands start to gather my dress. Slowly it raises up my legs. Above my calf, knee, mid-thigh. Before the apex of my thighs is exposed, he flips me around again. My front to his. My dress pulled up between us, the back covering my ass. Anyone from the outside would not know that his hand is slowly moving toward my core. One finger moves the lace covering my pussy to the side, then runs through my nether lips. His finger moves effortlessly, collecting moisture as he pulls his hand back. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucks lightly, closing his eyes with a moan.

“You taste amazing, Bella. Necesito más.” His hand goes back between us. I think he’s going to replace his fingers between my legs but I feel a tug at my hip, just as I hear the tear of the lace ripping. He stuffs my shredded panties in his pocket, as if it’s of no consequence. I guess it’s not.

Pulling me closer, he places two fingers at my entrance and pushes into me with one thrust. I gasp at the intrusion but he covers my mouth with his own, swallowing my sounds. Keeping pace with the music, he fucks me with his fingers in the middle of the dance area. The press of the bodies keeping our covert endeavor inconspicuous. One hand buried between us, the other holding me in place, directing my legs when I become too focused on his fingers.

The song ends and he lets my dress fall, placing his fingers under his nose before inhaling long and deep. The action so primitive, I feel a new flood of lubrication coat my thighs. Biting my lip I step back, my heart pounding in my chest. I want to feel him inside me. I need to.

“Come, Bella. Let’s cool off.”

Taking my hand he walks to the beach, peeling off his clothes as he nears the water’s edge. I follow behind, mesmerized by the expanses of skin that are exposed. His body is toned and tanned, glowing softly in the dim light. Removing my sandals I stand beside him, the waves lapping at our toes.

Stepping out of his boxers, his cock springs up like a knight saluting a king. Turning to me, he slips one strap down my arm, followed by the other. My dress sinks to the sand leaving me nude in the light of the moon. He runs his eyes over my body, and says, “Muy bonita.” Taking my hand he tugs me beside him and we walk into the sea.

When the water is lapping at our hips, he pulls me close and kisses me. His tongue dipping into my mouth, opeinging me to him, he way his fingers did. His hands run over my shoulders, to my breasts. Lifting each, he licks the areolas then grasps each nipple in a vice-like grip. The hold is tight and sudden and verges on pain. I inhale loudly at the pleasurable bite, moaning in spite of myself.

Releasing me, he turns me around. Using his hand he spreads my leg apart and opens my labia to his probing fingers. He pumps lazily before saying, “Quiero joderte, Bella. May I have you now?”

“Yes!” I say louder than I had planned, my excitement evident. He releases a chuckle, then slides into me, slowly but with no resistance. Once he’s seated deep, he bits my neck; hard. I shiver from the mixed sensations. “ I’m going to fuck you, Bella.”

“Please,” I reply

Pulling back he thrusts into me wildly. The sound of his hips crashing against my buttocks a sharp note in the night. He pounds into me hard and fast. Grabbing my ponytail, he bends me over, my face inches from the water. One hand on my hips, pulling me to meet each thrust. The other holding my head above water, one slip and I’ll be forced under the waves. He pushes into me again and again, his grunts of exertion mixing with my moans of excitement.

“Touch yourself, Bella. I want to feel you come around me.”

Doing as he says I rub myself in tight circles. The mixture of sensations creating an alluring mixture and I feel myself climbing to the summit. Tugging my ponytail with a stiff yank, I’m pulled upright, my back flush against his front. He grips me tight around my waist, pumping into me like a jackhammer. “Come with me Bella, ready?”

My only reply is a carnal scream that rips through the night. My vision fades in and out, the night becoming darker before refocusing. I’m thankful for his steel like grip on my waist. He stills behind me, releasing a moan. His cock twitching. He convulses, once, twice, then stills completely, his breathing ragged.

Turning me around, he runs his hands over my face, my shoulders, and places them on my back, pulling me close. Resting his forehead against mine he smiles and says “Thank you for the dance, Bella.”

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