Literotic asexstories – Mexican Adventure by yeomanjack,yeomanjack
The established system of a chartered accountant’s training in those days was to work normal working hours in a qualified accountants office (at a very low rate of pay, thus providing a ready source of cheap labor!) to gain practical experience, and then to study by means of correspondence courses in the student’s spare time. This of course left very little time for socializing which was OK with me as I was still very shy around girls and so avoided contact with them. If only I knew then what I know now…………..!
During that seven year period I did go out on dates with a couple of girls, but never made any attempt to kiss them, even though I wanted to, as I was scared of rejection. So nothing ventured, nothing gained! I fell madly in love with one girl, Annette, who served behind the counter at a bakery where I usually went to buy a lunchtime snack. After I had gone there a few times, she recognized me as a regular customer and started to banter with me. Over the next few months I started to spend nearly all my lunch hour chatting with her in between serving her customers. I eventually plucked up enough courage to ask her out, but she said she was busy that night, and I felt completely rejected and never asked her again. A few weeks later she moved out of the area to take a better job and I never saw her again.
Around the time I qualified at the age of twenty five (still a virgin but nevertheless horny, relying on my own hand for relief) I saw an ad for a job in the Bahamas at a much better salary (tax free) than I was making even after qualifying. I applied and was successful in obtaining the position and so I left England later that year for the sunshine, sea and sand of the Bahamas.
My initial contract was for a three year period and it took me quite a while to settle into my new surroundings. Although the Bahamas was at that time still a British colony, with obvious English traditions and influence, the atmosphere was much more cosmopolitan than I was used to, as there were expatriates from many different countries living there, working in positions that the local people were not yet qualified to fill. Added to that flavor was a heavy American influence as the main industry was tourism and most of the visitors came from the US, especially Miami which lay less than two hundred miles to the west. There was quite a large English community in Nassau, mostly teachers or accountants, and so over the next few months I developed friendships some of which have lasted to this day.
The accounting firm I worked for was rapidly growing, so I put all my energy and efforts into my new job, putting in many hours of overtime, and almost two years passed before I went on my first vacation. Some of the English guys organized a trip to Mexico to attend the 1970 World Cup and since I had been a soccer fan since my schooldays I gladly joined them on the trip. We arranged hotel accommodations in Cuernavaca which was fairly close to Mexico City where the final was to be played and convenient for some of the other venues. We were to stay two weeks, culminating in attending the World Cup Final for which we had already obtained tickets, as well as for some of the earlier games. Amongst the guys on the trip was my colleague Jerry, who had joined the firm three months earlier than me, and with whom I had established a fairly close friendship, as we had a lot in common. Jerry and I originally were to have shared a room, but in the end we were allocated smaller rooms with just one single bed, so we each had our own room.
We had fun while we were there, and men being men, a lot of my group spent the majority of their time chasing girls, and in some cases, getting laid, or so they would have you believe. They were not shy to talk about their exploits and I listened, without saying much, not wanting to reveal that I was completely inexperienced in such matters, and certainly not wanting to admit that I had never been with a woman! We were having dinner on the second to last night, the evening before the Cup Final, when Jerry and I heard some of them talking about a nightclub that they had found a few miles out of town, called “La Huerta” (The Orchard) where apparently lots of available young women could be found, just ripe for the picking, so to speak! They told of their conquests and said they were going back that night. This piqued Jerry’s interest and he was all for going there to check it out. He asked me if I wanted to go with them and not wanting to seem standoffish, or even being left on my own for the evening, I told him OK, I’d go.
They organized some taxis to go out there and around ten o’clock that night we all trooped into the club. It was very rudimentary inside, with small tables surrounding a large circular dance floor, and as we entered I noticed (how could I not!) that there were indeed a large number of girls inside, some already seated at the tables talking with guys, while others were standing at the bar chatting with each other. The one thing they had in common, apart from being young and pretty, was that their clothes were very scanty, with short skirts, low cut tops and high heels. As we found tables, the girls left the bar and moved over to join us. One girl came over to the table where Jerry and I were seated, and she was very attractive, with long auburn hair, a nice pair of tits with plenty of cleavage showing and long legs that seemed to go on for ever! Her perfume was quite strong, smelling like fresh-cut flowers, and her overall impression was of a very sexy girl, and of course that had an immediate effect on me, or more precisely, on my cock, which grew hard almost immediately.
She asked us, first in Spanish, and then in broken English when she realized we didn’t speak Spanish, if we wanted something to drink, so we told her we wanted beers, so she smiled and left to get them. Jerry winked at me, and said, “She’s sexy, huh?” and I told him I couldn’t agree more. She soon returned with the beers and we noticed that she had brought three. She handed us one each and then indicated that the third was for herself, and Jerry immediately pulled up a chair between us so she could sit down. We started to chat as best we could, given that she spoke little English and we spoke even less Spanish. We spent an hour or so like this, aided by two more cervecas each, and during which we learned that her name was Marisa, that she was nineteen and that she was available for the night. I wasn’t sure that I knew what that meant, but I believe Jerry did, for as she excused herself to go to the ladies room, he said, “Jack, I’ve never paid for it in my life before, but I think tonight I’m going to lose my amateur status! She’s gorgeous, don’t you think?” I had to admit that I agreed completely with him, but found it hard to believe that she was really a hooker, because she did not fit my pre-conceived notion of what a hooker looked like. She looked so fresh and pretty, not at all like the kind of woman that plied her trade on the streets of Soho that I had seen on my trips to London before I left England.
Shortly afterwards, Marisa returned to the table, but instead of resuming her seat took Jerry by the hand and started to lead him towards the bar. Jerry looked over his shoulder at me and winked before saying, “We’ll be right back!” They disappeared into the area that led to the restrooms and I learned later that there were some private rooms, or more correctly cubicles, where you could take the girl of your choice for a quickie, if that was all you wanted. This was the cheapest option, but if you wanted longer with a girl you could, for the right price, take her back to your place.
They soon came back, arm in arm, Marisa smiling at him, and they sat down at the table again, but this time Marisa sat where Jerry had, while he sat next to me. He said quietly, “Jack, I have a little problem.”
“What’s wrong, Jerry?” I asked.
“I really want her, but I’m a little short on cash. Can you lend me 100 pesos until tomorrow?”
Now 100 pesos wasn’t a whole lot of money, probably about $4, and I happened to have much more than that in my wallet, so I told him, “Sure, Jerry, no problem. You want it now?”
“Yeah. I just need to give it her upfront, so she can pay her fee, and then we’re gonna leave. What you gonna do?”
“I guess I’ll come back to the hotel with you, if that’s OK.”
“Sure, but don’t you want to bring a girl back with you?”
“Uh, uh. No, I don’t see any I fancy,” I replied, not wanting to tell him the real reason, that I was scared shitless to even think about it.
“OK, then. You mind paying for the beers and the cab back to the hotel? I’ll settle up with you tomorrow.”
“No worries, Jerry.” I took out my wallet and slipped him the 100 he asked for and a 20 to cover the bill for the beers. He handed both to Marisa and she hurried back to the bar, where she became involved in a heated discussion with the bartender, before disappearing into the back. She was gone quite a while, and I was just wondering if she was ever going to come back when she reappeared with a light coat over her scanty attire.
She came back to our table and said to Jerry, “Vamanos, mi bida!” We got up and went outside where a number of taxis were waiting. The three of us got in the back seat, with Marisa sitting between Jerry and I, and as the taxi pulled on to the main road back into town, Marisa leaned forward to give some instructions to the driver in Spanish. As she leaned back, she slipped open her coat, revealing her legs way up to her thighs, as well as her generous cleavage and my cock, which had been semi-hard all night, revived to full hardness. The sight of her lovely legs, her full breasts and the heady scent of her perfume was really getting to me and then my excitement grew as she took my hand and put it on her bare leg. I looked over at Jerry and he grinned back at me as he put his hand on her other leg. Marisa sucked in her breath in almost a whistle and leaned back with her eyes closed for a few moments. Her next move completely astounded me as well as brought me to a fever pitch. She turned to look me in the eye and while I stared somewhat blankly back at her she put her hand directly on my rabid erection and smiled broadly. Her white teeth glistened in the dim light cast by the street lamps as we entered town and she whispered, “Bueno, caliente!”
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