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Volume IMarisol laughs at me because she still remembers when Miss Rachel kicked me out. I was a victim of jet lag and although I had slept well on the flight, I still felt tired.
She did see it coming. It was a real American and for a moment, she thought she would see someone else, but suddenly she jumped on top of me and made me fall to the ground, kissing me profusely on the cheeks.
I found you! I found you! She remembered saying.
Hi...there! I exclaimed, greeting her, quite surprised.
Hello! She responded, kissing me while my wife watched this voluptuous foreigner smile from ear to ear.
So... this is my wife... I said, so she would realize my situation.
It didn't amuse her.
Oh! ...I'm sorry! …Well …Hi! ...Nice to meet you!
Nice to meet you too! Marisol said, still smiling.
Miss Rachel was annoyed, but I took her hand and told her I was fine, that Marisol already knew.
She asked us to follow her. She wanted us to see Diana. She also blushed from head to toe when she saw me and looked down, almost in submission.
Now, behave! ...He is married... She said, thinking Marisol didn't speak much English.
So... you are Miss Rachel… and you have to be… Diana? My songbird asked, consulting me if he had done it well.
I congratulated her. We had been practicing and she was defending herself well in her second language.
Miss Rachel turned pale...
How do you know? She asked, very surprised.
We... spoke... about you... in the plane... Marisol responded, with some difficulty, remembering the verbs.
I'm really sorry! Honest! I didn't know! Miss Rachel said, very complicated. looking at me almost with terror.
It's Ok!... No problem!... Really! Marisol replied, trying to calm her down.
Diana barely looked at me, so Marisol took the opportunity to talk to her in Spanish. We went to the cafeteria to get something.
Diana is 20 years old, but she's petite and shy, making her look like a 16- or 14-year-old. She had cut her hair short, which made her look even younger. As Marisol was going through hormonal changes, the chemistry was instant and mutual.
I'm surprised she's an air hostess. Generally, they need to have a lot of personality and charisma, but after our two previous encounters, I had doubts about her skills.
I'm really sorry! Miss Rachel apologized again. It's just that... it's our first day off in 3 weeks... and well... we really, really wanted to see you again!
Really, I'm sorry!... but it's that... it's our first free day in 3 weeks... and well... we really wanted to see you again, she said.
It's ok! ...I understand I replied.
She let out a sigh.
I don't even know your name... she said, looking very disappointed.
I smiled.
I'm Marco... I replied. Nice to meet you!
She smiled when she saw me presenting my hand.
So... how long have you been married? she asked, receiving her beer.
Like... 2 days, I guess... I replied. Really, the jet lag was making a mess of me.
She was surprised.
You're kidding!... so, This is your honeymoon?
Well... kind of. We are moving to Adelaide, because of my job...
Just my luck! she exclaimed, taking a good swig.
Why? I asked.
Well... it's just that we've been looking for you, over like 3 months now... and well, here you are, I find you 2 days after, she said. You get married... See what I mean? she replied, looking quite flustered.
(Bueno... is just that we've been looking for you, for more than 3 months... and well, finally I find you here, 2 days after you got married... Do you understand what I'm saying?)
I smiled. Someone was telling me it didn't matter where I went: my life would be the same...
Marisol also remembers when she saw me that time. My smile was telling her what she, deep down, expected.
So... how long are you staying here, in the city? she asked, trying to get over the bad mood.
(Then... How long will you stay in the city?)
About 3 hours... I replied.
The next flight to Adelaide left in 3 hours.
Nonsense! You can book it another day!... Really, We've spent a lot of hours looking for you, if you think that I'm going to meet you and lose you again... maybe for good. She said with determination.
Besides, you can stay at our flat and maybe, see the sights... she invited, after canceling our tickets.
(Additionally, you can stay in our apartment and maybe, see the city...)
Her apartment was luxurious. It had few furniture and by the amount of boxes in the living room, they were asking for food to go. They had 3 rooms with big beds. We could even see the Opera House from the balcony, across the canal.
I know! We're pigs... but really, we don't really feel at home... Miss Rachel said, reading my thoughts, as she saw the living room.
Marisol, are you sure? I asked her, while she was preparing to sleep.
She looked at me with tenderness.
Yes, love. Besides, it's clear that Miss Rachel has some pending matters with you, she said to me.
I laughed, hurt.
'Heart, we just got married!' I told her, knowing what she wanted to ask of me.
She took my hands and looked at me.
'Marco, I know you love me and I know you'll always come back to me!... but this feels good. You've always told me everything you do... and well, you treat me like a wife. Really, I'm glad we found each other, because you scare me a little when you have the whole night for yourself… plus, you're very happy being married... and well... don't want to get too tired from the babies, do you understand?' she looked at me with her pleading green eyes.
'But... Marisol!' I protested.
But my nightingale was looking very serious.
'Marco, look!... she's only been with you for less than a night and I can see that she's very frustrated that you've gotten married. I'll be your wife and truly, you're not cheating on me, because I know you'll come back. But I'm really tired and want to sleep in a bed...' she started laughing.
'And I'm sure if I go to sleep with you, I'll end up even more tired still...'
But it was still causing me remorse.
'You're not telling me to sleep with her!... just ask her out. If that turns into something more, well, I know you'll tell me because you love me and feel guilty about this.' she said, with her exhausted green eyes.
'Okay!' I said, kissing her delicious lips again.
I closed the door of the room and let her rest.
'So... how's the wife?' Miss Rachel asked.
'She's tired,' I replied.
'Oh... I guess you'll want to rest too...' she said, a bit disheartened.
'As a matter of fact, I think a walk would make me feel better...' I responded, inviting her.
Diana was also tired and went to sleep. It was like 7 pm and it was... Something dark, but the fresh air of the canal made me feel better. You are an odd guy... you travel half around the world, just to walk around a no-name block... if you want, we could go somewhere else. she invited me. (Eres un tipo extraño. Viajaste medio mundo, para salir a caminar en una calle sin nombre... si quieres, podemos ir a otra parte...) I smiled. Well, you could also think that I travelled half around the world, just to take a walk with an American redhead... I responded, making her blush. (Bueno, también puedes pensar que recorrí la mitad del mundo, para salir a caminar con una americana pelirroja...) Marisol is right. Rachel has it bad for me and she's pretty. According to what we've been told, Rachel is 36 years old, although she looks older. She must be 1.80m tall. She's a redhead with curly, long hair that reaches just below her shoulders. Her eyes are black, her nose is long and thin, her lips are thick, and her chin is prominent and square. Her breasts must be 100cm, as they're larger than Pamela's but smaller than Veronica's and are synthetic. Her ass is tasty, similar to Pamela's but in a creamy white version, and her waist is hot because she loves going out dancing. However, she's very good at drinking, being able to down a whole bottle of beer without water. After a while of uncomfortable silence and walking, we found a bench by the canal and sat down to watch the city lights. So... how are things... sex-wise? she asked out of nowhere. I laughed because I didn't expect her to be so direct. You don't lose a minute, do you? I responded, for her to realize. (No pierdes ni un minuto, ¿Cierto?) She blushed. Sorry! ...it's just... hard for a woman like me... to slow down, you know? We keep traveling around, from city to city... we never have time to settle down... or even make a home… in fact, the few of us who date or are married… well… they´re just miserable… so…” apologized.
It's all right! I interrupted Our sex life is normal...
That made her lose enthusiasm...
Oh! ...I guess that´s a relief …some girls …don’t like getting laid when they’re pregnant … she said, lowering her voice.
Yeah, I know! But what about you? What have you been doing these months? I asked.
At seeing me so interested and wanting to relax, Rachel started telling her story. She's a Senior Flight Attendant, one of the highest and most competitive ranks, since flight attendants tend to retire around 40, comes with a considerable salary increase and greater responsibilities.
She always loved flying and knowing exotic places, but as the years went by and the excesses took their toll, she aged prematurely. That's why they had taken her off popular routes and assigned her to training future flight attendants.
Before continuing, I'd like to express my doubts about the line used by the miner. They rent 3 planes to mobilize the cutie staff, but these take twice as long as a normal commercial flight. During my downtime on the flight, I estimated that the average speed was around 500 km/h, while the plane that brought me to Sydney flies between 900 and 1200 km/h.
I don't know what the reason is, but my suspicions are pointed at old planes. They're well taken care of and the service quality is excellent, but they're too... slow. No doubt it's much better than traveling 18 hours by bus, but also exhausting to travel 4 hours. But well, those comments don't have much relation to Rachel's story.
I was telling her that the route we were taking in the cutie corresponded to one of the bases of the first stage of flight attendant training. Generally, flights are normal, without too many complications, and it's at this stage where they start practicing serving passengers.
Diana was one of a group of 10 students whose work was being evaluated by Rachel herself. She confessed that her performance was very bad, since she was extremely shy, nervous, and impulsive, while a real flight attendant should maintain grace, cool blood, and quick reflexes in case of an emergency.
She had several complaints about her, as she had burned some passengers while serving coffee, didn't pay attention to the quality or state of the blankets for sleeping or pillows, and for survival training, simply being disgusting.
In fact, the incident we lived through on Sonia's first flight, Diana was losing her last point and wouldn't have passed if it weren't for my intervention. But something happened on that flight that made her change dramatically.
Rachel tells me it was as if she had woken up, as if the sense of common sense that we all have finally settled in her head, and her improvement was such that she allowed her to accompany the group in the second stage.
The circuit of the second stage took place in Central America, since flights are much more unstable due to adverse climate conditions. Rachel didn't want to attend, as she confessed that she felt very sorry for how she had treated me that night and still held out hope of seeing me again on another flight. But two weeks after that incident, that learning stage closed and she had to follow orders.
The Desempeño de Diana was impressive, maintaining blood cold and a determination I had never seen before, in 2 quite nasty tropical storms where her companions froze, arriving as the only student able to pass to the third stage, which were transoceanic flights.
The glamour and attitude she showed, especially attending first-class passengers, earned her recognition and Rachel and her supervisors decided to reactivate her as a flight attendant on the circuit covering Australia, New Zealand, and Oceania.
When asked what motivated her change, Diana replied it was me. She didn't know how to explain it, but even though she didn't know my name or where I could be found, Diana saw me as her Angel of the Guard because I was the first person she spoke to on her first flight and miraculously grabbed her when the plane plummeted due to turbulence, perhaps saving her from a certain death.
She said since that incident, she started thinking about how to repay me and mentally prepared herself that each passenger she attended was me, so she gave her best efforts.
Ok... but why were you looking for me?...
Why... well... because... I was a real bitch that night... That's why!
It's Ok! I understand! I said, trying to calm her down.
No, you don't! ...I mean... you were this really nice, sweet guy… and you were real fun… but I was a big jerk… and I scared you off. I'm really sorry… but I don't get to see sweet guys like you very often… I tried to look for you, but I didn't know your name… and I ran and I ran… trying to catch up with you… probably looking silly, calling you Sir! Sir... But... I'm very sorry… but I don't know sweet types like you very often… I tried to find him, but I didn't know his name… and I ran and ran… trying to catch up… probably looking silly, calling her “Sir! Sir!”… but…
I approached her and kissed her. It was a nice kiss. She was surprised and tried to resist, but when she felt my tongue, she let herself be carried away and hugged me.
Suddenly, she gave me a slap...
I'm sorry! ...but you shouldn't! ...I mean, you're married! …I know that for 2 days and all… but still … that girl likes you … and she's going to have your baby. I know I wanted it… God knows how much I wanted it… but we can’t… we really can’t! she said, very upset.
Yeah, I know! But you looked so sad... I said, massaging my face.
¿And how was it? Marisol asked, feeling me when I lay down.
I suppose okay. I kissed her and she slapped me...
Marisol laughed.
And why? What happened?
And I told her what we had done.
Well Marco… I have to tell you… Diana also likes you very much. She said, looking at me with her eyes.
Yes, Marisol... But we just got married!... I said, asking for a break.
I know!... but she's so tender and looks like Shinobu-chan... she was saying, pleading.
Marisol is laughing, seeing how I put my hand on my forehead… the same way in those moments.
And what do you want me to do, Marisol? Rachel clearly has problems with you cheating on her… and if Diana is like Maehara-san, I doubt she'll dare to talk to me.
Ah, Marco! I love you so much!... You also remember 'Love Hina'! she said, completely losing focus of the problem. I left her to kiss and caress me. It's my wife, after all…
“Marco, I'm one of those who believe that opportunity makes the thief!... it's something that will give you some space and I bet Miss Rachel will take it.” She said, very energetic.
“Marisol!” I said, well tired.
“Come on, Marco, cheer up!” she said, starting to undress my penis. “I know you can do it!”
I was laughing.
“Just a minute ago you said you didn't want to sleep with me because it would leave you more exhausted!”
She too.
“Well... I'm telling you this excites me, love. Come on! If I were her, what would you do to me?”
She started to undress me.
“You're so weird! Why should I think about her when I have you?”
I avoided looking at her, out of pure shame.
“Well... because she's different… she looks more beautiful and sensual…” she replied.
“Ah! More beautiful than my wife, right?”
“Of course not... but you know... Ah!...” she sighed when I started eating her breasts.
“With bigger breasts... because my wife has always wanted me to have relationships with a woman who has bigger breasts, hasn't she?”
“No... no it's not that... say... Ah!”
I was making love to her.
“But my wife hasn't noticed that her breasts have grown during pregnancy...
Don't be bad!... my breasts... are still small... Ah!
One of the good things that came out of Marisol's pregnancy is that the sensitivity of her breasts has increased quite a bit. She gets annoyed when I tell her this, but I find it charming. When these stories began, there was little or no difference between sucking them, but now, with caressing, pinching, or sucking them, her face takes on a sensual touch. Not to mention that she's happier making me Paizuris.
We were rolling around because despite everything, I like being inside her. She's so tender.
I bet... you'd like it if I penetrated her like this... would that make you happy? I asked, while she leaned against the bed.
She wrapped her legs around my waist.
I'd love it!... she replied, kissing me intensely with her delicious lemon flavor.
An How would you like it?... What would be more violent?... Or more romantic? she asked, taking my hands as if she were submitting to me.
She liked it quite well.
What do I know!... Choose for yourself... she replied, enjoying my advances.
Because I can also put a finger in your ass... if you ask me...
She laughed at feeling my hand.
I don't know!... I like feeling your finger in my ass... if you promise to take it afterwards...
Marisol! I said, definitely losing control like an animal.
I still don't understand her. I won't deny that she attracts me and that I even love some of them. But the one I love most is my wife. She gets excited about all this, I'm not exactly sure why and as I say, sometimes it's uncomfortable for me, but I give in to her pleasure.
After making love passionately, we stayed together for a while, waiting for me to come. She gives me such a tender look that I can only keep kissing her, but she's so accommodating with my perverted desires that barely do I detach myself, she presents her pussy to be penetrated again.
I find it the most yummy. I know it's not the tight and narrow bombón of Amelia, nor does it have Pamela's curves or Sonia's. But I think I'm also in love with her Booty. At first, it scared her when I would put it in, but now she enjoys it a lot.
Especially because now I grab her breasts. That's why I think she was happier during her pregnancy. Because I grabbed her breasts...
But Marisol is half-witch sometimes and the fatigue of the flight, plus the sexual activity, left me lying on the mat, sleeping soundly.
As I say, this lifestyle doesn't let me relax deeply without receiving some kind of surprise. It could be a grateful mother-in-law who takes advantage of your unconsciousness, or maybe a sister-in-law; or you can wake up and see that your best friend is giving you oral sex; or in the worst case, you find yourself with a slut who has you tied to... bed and she's trying to rape you… or like that morning… when you wake up from the jolts, of a sensual red-haired woman. “Oh, yes! ...I love it! …So sorry! ...So sorry! ...Keep going! ... Come on! …Please, don’t wake up! …Almost there! … Almost there! ...Uh! ...I have to stop moaning! ...Can’t help it! ...He’s freaking awesome!” “Hi there!... Excellent morning!...” I said, enjoying her tight hug. “Oh, no! … You woke up! … I’m really sorry! … I’m just so sorry! … I couldn’t help myself!” she was saying, well repentant… But not enough to stop moving. “Again… it’s ok! Where´s my wife?” I asked, holding onto her waist. (It's okay again... where is my wife?) But she didn't stop apologizing… or shaking. “So sorry!... she went out… with Diana… and asked me… to look out for you. She said… that you were… very tired… so I came… to check up on you… and you had this amazing… morning wood… I tried to leave… but it called on me… so I tried to be quiet… while you were sleeping… but you woke up… and I feel so ashamed…” she replied, crying... but still shaking. She likes having me inside... “It’s ok! It’s a good way to wake up!” I said, kissing her softly. “No, it’s not! …I’m not your wife!” she responded, still crying. I'm not your wife!) Ok... but you have to make up your mind... I know you're feeling sorry... but the fact is... that you're still riding me... either you stop riding me... or let's just make love for a while... I said, clarifying the scene.
I'm not in love with you! ... It's just an urge! ... That's all!... she replied, denying it.
I looked at her incredulously...
Really? ... Ok! If it's just an urge, then stop riding me! I responded, a bit angry.
When she heard that, she worried.
All right! ... It's just... I don't love you yet... but I like you very much... and I do really feel bad about cheating with your wife... that's all!… but it's not so serious... to say you love me...right? she asked, blushing.
Look!... I wouldn't have tried to kiss you, if I thought otherwise... I replied with the cold and healthy truth. She liked it...
It was then when she kissed me, wild and passionately. And also, she came, since as I say, she didn't stop moving on top of me for a second.
But later she reflected...
Ok, I like you... a lot... but what about your wife? she asked.
What about her? I asked without understanding.
It gave her some shame to confess...
Well... it's just that... I really want to do kinky stuff with you... and well... if your wife finds out... doing weird things with you... and well... if your wife finds out...) I smiled at him and kissed his forehead. You don't have to worry about that! I said, being completely honest. (You don't have to worry about that!) And we started making love. It turns out Rachel is loud, really. She's very sensitive in the breasts and likes them squeezed. And if last time she complained because she didn't like me coming inside her, well, doing it in her hole is great. I'm really sorry about this!... I know you worry about getting me knocked up... and you have all the right to do so... but I swear to you... I'm really on the pill and I really want it inside me... Please? she begged. (Really, I apologize!... I know you worry about leaving me pregnant... and you have all the right... but I promise you... I'm really on the pill and I really want it in me... Please?) Don't worry! I'll take care of you... even if you get pregnant... I replied. (Don't worry! I'll take care of you... even if you become pregnant...) Maybe she didn't believe me, but she smiled at least. I filled her with my juices and then did the backside. It was refreshing for both... because I had been wanting to do it for a long time. After doing it a couple of times in bed, we took a shower. Rachel was worried that they would come back and catch us like that, but knowing my wife, she would take advantage of exploring the city all day. She gave me a blow job and swallowed it, which made me very happy, just like giving her a tit-sucking with her tits did. Really, having them do that to you and wanting to take your juices makes a complete difference. By the time Marisol returned, it was already night and Rachel and I had done it all over the house: in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the balcony, and in every way I knew how. Rachel was embarrassed to look at her eyes, but Marisol already knew. Is everything okay, love? she asked, stroking my cheek. Very well! I replied. Diana is very skilled. Although she doesn't know much about the city, she took me to a lot of places pintorescos and we've become good friends, right? She said, already knowing what she wanted with her gaze. S-s-si... Responded nervously. Would you believe it's so tender, that she's never had a boyfriend?... Hasn't even given a kiss to the boy she likes? Marisol asked me, with that gaze I knew so well. Au! Diana groaned in embarrassment, looking at the floor. She was just like Shinobu-chan and Marisol was begging me with her gaze. But we were talking about taking the virginity of a young girl... What envy! I replied. But I've been very tired... still getting used to the time change... and I don't think I can accompany you tomorrow. Marisol understood my message and let it pass. I see! Then, we'll have to do something tonight to get you used to the new schedule... she said, with her libidinous gaze in front of Diana. And that night, we left the door slightly open. Marisol told me while we were undressing that apparently, Diana had overheard us. I told her what happened with Rachel and as expected, she got extremely passionate... So we spent the night making love like crazy, and to make it even better, Marisol started moaning too. The next morning, they left with Diana around 9 am and a little while later, Rachel arrived, telling me that she had overheard us the previous night and was very happy because my wife apparently hadn't realized what we were up to and we started screwing again. That honeymoon was special because Marisol and Diana forged a friendship that they still maintain even now... and which would give me enough confidence to take her to Ayers Rock, which is the next story. As you can imagine, after 4 days of wild sex, it was time to leave. I was going with puffy eyes and extremely exhausted while Marisol and Rachel looked radiant. It's such a shame you didn't get to see the sights... Rachel said, brazenly, pretending to lament. ... Maybe, if you come back some other time, we’ll get to show you around…”
Yeah, but it will be hard… because we're setting our home there… I replied, which made him lose his enthusiasm.
However, Marisol had had plenty of time to plan everything... and even see how to ask.
Maybe… you can visit us… uh… we will set our home… and I need someone… uh… to teach me English. You don't like… your house. Maybe… you can stay at ours… she said, with a lot of effort, but it came out well.
Rachel's face lit up again...
Well, maybe we could… I mean… if it's not much of a bother for both of you. She looked at me. We do miss that homey-kind of touch, so maybe we could arrange a visit, once a month?
Marisol had a fairly large smile, almost as big as Rachel's.
Yeah! ...that would be good. I know Marco will be happy… with you there. She replied, very happy.
And while Marisol gave Diana our address and phone number in Adelaide, Rachel whispered slowly and sensually to me.
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