As I discussed last post (Do you ever lose yourself, your voice ever hide or go away? Reality is rough, right? or, is it just that I’m’ crazy?) , I have lost contact with inspiration and deeper meanings; so, I must resort to the most personal and sexual facts, with hopes they will interest the more forbidden aspects of your Dionysian desires.
By the way, this is the conclusion of a series about my Mexico trip. If you’re just joining the story, you might wish to start from the beginning here: Cheating Series XIII: what happened in Mexico last week & Why Separation or “breaks” in Marriage Might be a Super Ridiculous idea.
I convinced Rosalia and her crew mate (never fully did learn her name) to sneak back onto the boat with me. It wasn’t far from where we had done three Tequila shots – a five minute cab ride.
The crew mate was talkative and flirtatious even though she was the only one of us who was not single – she had a boyfriend in another town somewhere. Rosalia was extra cautious – almost like she wanted to make it clear that the night was not going to go anywhere that she figured I was wanting it to; however, as the three of us talked for a good hour in the dark cockpit area of the day’s whale watching vessel, I lightly traced my fingers on here leg, and slowly up higher, and more inside her thigh. I think It just wore her down. The crew mate did most of the talking, and Rosalia became more and more quiet.
I knew I had found a good spot when Rosa’s responses had whittled down to just what was necessary to hang on to the conversation. The crew mate couldn’t see my hand under the large blank draped over our laps – but she probably noticed her friend drifting away. I knew I’d found a good spot on the inside of her thigh, and I softly traced my fingers there for the last twenty minutes of the discussion, going no farther.
The crew mate went down to the restroom, located on the port side of the boat, in the pontoon behind where Rosa and I were sitting. As soon as the mate disappeared down the stairs, Rosa and I began kissing. As we came together and began our kiss, I covered the remain ground up her leg, and gently rubbed her at the top. She spread her legs just enough to let me know I had her permission to continue touching her there.
It was painful, like a freezing cold shower to have to break off when the crew mate reemerged. Since Rosa was much to shy to do so on her own, I ever so slightly guided her hand over; and she, ever so slightly, took over once she felt what was happening under my pants – cautiously got a good picture of how I was feeling about the situation.
When the crew mate got to the top of the stairs she shouted over to Rosa in Spanish. My English isn’t great, but I made out “pene,” or “pene de ballena” to be exact.
“What did she just say,” I asked Rosa.
“She’s just being stupid.”
“I asked if that’s where she saw the penis,” the crew mate said in broken English, laughing. She was too amused with herself , and too buzzed to give a shit.
Rosa was trying to get her friend to shut up. I was no help, and played along. “The penis is over here now, why, you want to see see it too?”
The negotiation between the crew mate and I had already concluded Before Rosa could even begin to talk any sense into us. I took it out to show her – it was 3/4th hard and drooping left like a fat limp fishtail, and we all shared a moment of – drunken stupor.
It killed any chance of sleeping with Rosa that night – I didn’t really care, looking back I knew it would sabotage the Rosa situation. She was too good a person, I didn’t want to leave Mexico with the debt of disappointing her.
Rosa found the first available excuse to take off – not that it was early, it was at least 11pm when she left. The crew mate found a not so subtle excuse to remain with me on the boat, as if she needed my help to get home. But I agreed.
But I wasn’t going to bother with games – I had pissed Rosa away for her tiny little coworker’s amusement, and Maria (might be her name) knew it. I told her to take her pants off as soon as I could see that Rosa was safely in her cab. The crew mate complied.
Her underwear looked more like shorts than panties, I guess you’d call them “chonies,” I was robbed. So I told her to come close where I could see, and take off the chonies too. Lucky for her I find natural sexy. Had she not seen her boyfriend for a while? Whatever the case, she had a bush – it was totally ungroomed from what I could tell. She wasn’t my type – and I had not been that attracted until I saw her bush, and then felt how dripping wet she was. She was very responsive – was she ovulating, or hadn’t seen her boyfriend in years? Whatever it was, Gloria was sensitive to every touch, and was about to get thoroughly fucked.
Okay, I planned on finishing up, but I must get some sleep. I’ll continue with the rest soon.