“Yes, it softens the skin. I use it in my own bath.”
“Oh, yes. Sure. It’s in the kitchen.” Whew, for a minute I thought I’d mistaken bathe for baste.
Rodrigo held out his hands to me and my will became his. I led him to the Jacuzzi tub in the master-bedroom suite. He sat me on the vanity stool and I watched him run the water, then leave for the olive oil. When everything was ready, he undressed me and helped me into the tub. I watched as he stripped down to glistening skin. His dick wasn’t hard so I couldn’t tell how big it really was. I could wait. He got behind me in the tub and I relaxed against his chest, luxuriating in the dual embrace of Rodrigo’s arms and the warm, slippery water.
“Deena…I love the sound of your name…. Listen, Deena. I have something to share with you.”
He sang to me in Spanish as he buffed my body to a dark cocoa sheen. His voice was as melodious as he was attractive, and even though I didn’t speak enough Spanish to make out a third of what he was saying, it put me in a trance that had me believing all the good things I’d heard about Mexican men and sex. In between verses, we kissed passionately, fucking with our tongues as our bodies would later, building an explosive tension that threatened to singe my soul. Rodrigo’s free hand alternated between teasing my clit and my nipples, making it more difficult for me to delay what we both wanted. I lost it when he began licking and sucking my nipples.
He cupped both my titties in his huge hands, pushed them together, and flicked his tongue from one nipple to the other, rapidly sucking and nibbling until they looked like shiny chocolate gumdrops and I was a woman on fire. I pushed him against the tub and straddled him. His mouth kept my nipples warm and hard while his hands dove underwater. I felt his powerful fingers enter my pussy.
“Mmmm…Ahhh…Rodrigo…” was all I could say. Our voices mingled as he joined me in a chorus of ecstatic harmonies that rang to the ceiling. I realized the bathroom shutters were wide open and, for a split second, I wondered if we were too loud. Then, I was like, To hell with it. Why get fucked if I can’t enjoy it to the fullest?
I rode Rodrigo’s fingers as he massaged my pussy walls with precise timing. I wasn’t surprised when I felt his finger working its way into my asshole. At that point, all holes were fair game and I welcomed it. My body climbed to incredible heights of ecstasy as Rodrigo rocked me into a state of bliss with his fingers, lips, and tongue. I saw the birth of a new galaxy as my body and mind were swept into an orgasm with the force of a tidal wave.
“Ohhhhh…Uhnnnnnnnnnn…Wheeeeeeeeee!” I sang as I was taken under. My pussy burst into convulsive spasms of delight as I whirled in the ripples of release. When my ears stopped ringing, I realized Rodrigo was crooning to me in Spanish. Whatever he said, it sounded good to me. We locked eyes and kissed slowly, appreciating each other’s tastes and textures. I was hypnotized.
We chilled in the tub until the water got cold, then headed out to the bedroom patio to play in the sun. Rodrigo had the towels and I had the condoms. He spread a towel on a comfortable chair for me.
“Deena, sit here, mi reina.”
I shook my head. “No, Rodrigo, you sit there. It’s your turn for pleasure.” I knew I was grinning my Nasty Girl grin.
I saw that his dick was still limp but that was no problem. I am proud to be the Mistress of Making ’Em Hard in a Hurry, a title I’ve worked hard for and one I intend to have for a long time to come. Therefore, I welcomed opportunities to keep my skills current.
I lightly licked Rodrigo’s lips and once again, he met my tongue with his own. Ele
ctricity raced through my body as we took turns sucking each other. I ran my fingers up and down his chest, playfully scratching his nipples with my nails until they hardened like raisins. Then I straddled his hips to kiss him again. His lips were beet red. I’m not sure why that turned me on but it did. Rodrigo’s moans told me he was enjoying my efforts and that excited me, too.
Rodrigo’s fingers tangled in my locs as I teased the flat button of his navel with my tongue and teeth, making sure not to bite him in my fever to taste his flesh. Finally it was time for the main course, my favorite part of every meal. I folded the other towel, put it on the floor, and kneeled on it. I pushed his legs apart and held his uncircumcised dick in my hand for the first time. I pulled the foreskin back and almost cried because it was so pretty. I battled with myself over sucking it right then or waiting. I wanted to be in control this time so waiting won the fight.
His dick was semihard, thick, and very heavy. I knew it would grow longer and fatter as I worked my magic on him. I cradled his large shaved balls in my hand to feel their weight. They were heavy as well, which probably meant he hadn’t had any pussy in a while. I licked each of his balls, giving each one special attention before taking it into my mouth and rolling it gently around on my tongue. (I wanted to do both at the same time but they were just too big and I was scared I would bite him.) Rodrigo’s moans came more often and louder, letting me know he was getting closer to full arousal. I took my time stroking his dick, aware that he was about to be overly stimulated. When his dick stretched out and grew heavier in my hand, any willpower I thought I had vanished. I draped my lips on that gorgeous mushroom and lowered my head until his dick touched my tonsils. I spit-shined his dick from head to base, making sure it touched the back of my throat with every downstroke. Rodrigo began thrusting so I slowed down because I didn’t want him to come too soon. I put a condom in my mouth and rolled it on.
I removed my mouth from his dick and Rodrigo opened his eyes in time to see me backing my pussy onto his dick. He spread my cheeks to get deeper penetration, and I leaned forward to get my balance and good friction for us both. As the hypnotic rhythm of his thrusts seduced me into the clouds, Rodrigo began teasing my asshole with his finger.
This time I know the whole neighborhood heard us as we crashed, grunting and screaming, into an orgasm that was better that my first one.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Rodrigo yelled as he almost bucked me off his dick.
“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit!” I cried as the waves came to drown me again.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
“Uhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…”
Rodrigo’s dick burst into the condom as I felt my own orgasm vibrating through my core. I continued to move my pussy up and down on his dick, knowing the extra sensation would be something he would never forget.
Exhausted, we collapsed into a heap of heavy breathing and sweat. When we were able to breathe normally, we moved to the chaise and I sat between Rodrigo’s legs and listened to his stories about life in Sayulita. Let him tell it, Sayulita was Paradise. As I listened, I wondered if it was true or if he had an ulterior motive, like the town’s continued economic success (foreigners usually rented their properties part-time, which brought cash flow to the town), or if it was his way of making sure I would return to Sayulita as often as possible to be with him. We hadn’t had time to discuss anything beyond the present but I found myself hoping it was the second option. My vacation in Sayulita wasn’t over and the thought of fucking this man every night—or even every other night—for the next fourteen days was enough to harden my nipples.
A wicked smile curled my lips as I stroked Rodrigo’s thigh.
“Rodrigo.”
“¿Sí, mi reina?”
“Bathe me again, por favor?”
Papi’s Baby Girl