Mariela (inicial)

I never liked traveling on weekends outside the city where I reside. Regularly it tends to be a nuisance due to there being more demand for flights and consequently it's harder to deal with people, luggage, reduced spaces, and in general having your days stolen when you're dedicated to resting doing what you feel like. But since I'm the owner of a small services company, if my most important client tells me I have to attend an emergency meeting, I go. Without complaining. Even if it's on Saturday at noon. Even if it's in Mexico City and it's thousands of kilometers from my city, I go. And I went. There I was in the hotel room in the early afternoon hours, bored as a clam. To top it off, there wasn't any football season and all the programming on the hotel channels was competing to see which channel was the most boring. I had thirst and an image of a sweaty beer mug with amber liquid and a little foam on top appeared in my mind. I savored it in my mind and remembered that when I checked in, the attendant had commented that they had a restaurant bar annexed to the hotel but that it was open to the public where I could probably drink a couple before they closed. I put on some jeans, a sports shirt, and informal shoes and went down to the mentioned bar. It was a pleasant place with dim lights and the name at the entrance, Restaurant Bar del Sol. It reminded me of Sabina's song Peor para el Sol and I smiled. All men with a predator soul should listen to that song at least once a day I thought while entering. The place was quite more crowded than I had anticipated, not packed, but there were around 40 or 50 customers in total. Among them, she stood out above the rest. She was sitting on one of the bar stools, abstractedly bringing her lips to a drink and I drank with slowness. I was wearing a black mini skirt and a light red blouse, my outfit was too bold for a puritan woman and perhaps a bit conservative for a paid prostitute. At least, that's what they say about the ones who get paid. She was a clear brunette, with beautiful legs and a smile that dripped sensuality, full lips, and a dark abundant hair, a smile that probably hid a good pile of passions and secrets that shouldn't be left loose before eight o'clock at night. She was short, her feet rested on the stool and swayed rhythmically, and to some extent, sensually. As if she were making love to the stool I thought as I approached her trying to show my best conquering smile. At 45 years old, I felt well-preserved and with enough presence to play the game of seduction without any complexes. My gray temples and mature gaze were part of the package I had to offer and I accepted it as such. My experience in amorous pursuits was a plus for those women who were willing to spend a night with me or several. - Hello, good evening. How are you? - I said smiling. She turned to look at me without awakening greater interest in her gaze. - Fine, thank you. Trying to make this Friday afternoon worth it. - She said taking another sip of her drink. - Can I buy you a drink? - If you want and it's to your liking, don't take away the intention. - She said. - My name is Jaime, nice to meet you. - I said extending my hand. - My friends call me Mariela. - She said extending hers. Her greeting was firm but feminine. Her delicate hand felt good in mine. - Nice to meet you, Mariela. Can I ask why you're alone tonight? - I'm not alone. I came with my husband. - She said smiling. My smile faltered and my arm stopped halfway through signaling the bartender. - Excuse... I didn't know you were accompanied... I felt like an idiot not knowing what to say. - And that little detail is going to prevent you from completing this seduction act? – He said winking at me and turning the stool towards me. As he did this, his mini skirt lifted up and I managed to look at a yummy patch of pubic hair between her legs. It seemed like she wasn't wearing underwear and my cock jumped inside my jeans. - No, it's just that I don't want your husband... - Do you see him around here? – She said turning to look towards the rest of the place. - Fuck you five minutes so you can convince me that it's worth having your company. Five minutes. – Once he said this, he lifted his empty glass towards the bartender, making the sign for another round. - Do you like infidelity? – I asked still confused. - It depends on what you call infidelity. – She said and paused. I remained silent waiting for the rest of the explanation. – If it's cheating on your partner, no, I don't like it. Marriage should be based on mutual trust, if not then it's all over in two by three. - And what else could that mean? – I said trying to recover a bit of my composure. - The act of being with other people who are not your partner. – She said leaning her lips close to my ear in a whisper. Her perfume filled my nose, it was a delicious and sensual smell. - Then that... - Four minutes. You have four minutes left. – She said pointing to her watch on her left wrist. As she said this, she took the glass the bartender offered her. – The gentleman pays. – She said, pointing towards me. I nodded and the bartender retreated in silence making the sign that he would bring the bill. - So is that the concept you like? – I said and took her hand in a gesture that surprised her but after looking at me for a moment, she decided not to pull it away yet either. - Well, there are many things I like, it would be too stupid to put everything I like into one sentence. - I like a woman who surprises me, who helps me bring out the deepest desires a man can To have... - What desire can a man have that isn't putting his penis in a vagina...? - Or a mouth. – I interrupted, gazing boldly at her plump and appetizing lips. - Or maybe other places. – She said, smiling enticingly. - Maybe. – I said, calling the bartender with my arm. She kept silent until the stern employee approached us. - What beers do you have? – I asked. The man pointed to the other end of the bar where the bottled beers were. It was a row of five or six dispensers. On an impulse, I leaned forward to get a better view of the dispensers, leaving my body on top of the fiery brunette. I started listing the different brands while my hand slid under her mini skirt until I managed to touch her vagina with my fingers. As I suspected, she wasn't wearing underwear and the dark stain visible from my position was a lush tangle of curly and moist pubic hair. I didn't know if she was excited by our conversation or already hot from the start, but I enjoyed noticing that although she was surprised at first, she stoically endured the advance of my hand without losing her smile and with the glass of drink, a dove, firmly held in her hand. I took an eternity to decide on a brand while fondling it nicely without the bartender or the other patrons noticing. Finally, I chose a Pacifico under the impatient gaze of the bartender. - Go ahead, you bold one. – Mariela said. – I think I should be blushing. – she added, winking at me. - There are desires that have nothing to do with the penis, beautiful. – I said to her, while putting my finger with its scent in my mouth and winking at her discreetly. - It's all just about putting something in something. – Mariela said, turning her stool back towards the bar. - I think it's fair that the passions align, what matters is the prelude. What leads us there. – I said, trying to sound philosophical without being Pompous. - How to attack a woman without permission? - Said Mariela with her face away from me. - To find out what makes a woman get excited and turned on, just like you're excited now. - I said in my defense. Mariela took another sip of her drink, gazed at it in the dim light, and finally turned to look at me. - What do you want, Jaime? - She said, finally turning to look at me. - To try to see where this night is taking us... - Leave the cheap talk for some other type of woman, you've only given me five minutes and it's already four. - Make love. - I said, trying to sound confident. - That's not something that can be achieved in one night, darling. In one night you can spoil, kiss, play around, have sex, suck, even give a blow job, but making love requires much more than just a simple one-night stand. - Then I want to screw you. Put your cock in that delicious hole and make me come a few times so I can earn the right to come in you... - Well, you would have started better. I get annoyed with men who don't know what they want and waste time getting around to it. - She laughed at my occurrence and wordplay. She was a passionate, intelligent, and seductive woman, besides being beautiful. What more could I ask for except that she hadn't come with her husband? - Well. Let me have a moment. - She said, making a signal towards the back of the bar. A man in his mid-thirties, dark-haired, smiling, came over to us and stood next to Mariela. She took him confidently by the arm and said: Love, this gentleman's name is Jorge and he invited me for a drink. - Nice to meet you, Jorge, - I said extending my hand to shake hers. - No, I'm called Jaime. Nice to meet you. - I said in turn. I felt a bit out of place, but smiled the same way. - Well, whatever. It turns out that Jaime put his hand between my legs and was caressing my cock while ordering a beer. - Said Mariela with the same seriousness as if she were giving the weather report. I felt... I put on several colors at the same time. That was quite unusual and I stayed waiting for Mariela's husband's punch in my face or a string of insults for my boldness. He only smiled and asked his wife: - Did you like it? - I can't say it displeased me. It was exciting and unexpected. I like the exciting and unexpected. – Said Mariela, stroking her husband's arm. - That's how they call your whores now. – Said the husband. - Ha ha, if you say so, heaven. As you see, would you like Jorge to join us? - Jaime... - I corrected. She seemed not to hear me. - If it doesn't bother you, it won't bother my heart either. - Good, Jorge. There's only one more question left. If you answer well, you'll tell us what you're thinking. - What is that question? - Do you mind doing it without a condom? - I don't think so. – I said. Usually, women were the ones who insisted on using condoms because of it's better to prevent than to regret. - I don't mind doing it without a condom. I think I enjoy it more. - Good, then what do you have in mind?. – Said Mariela. - Well, I have a room at this hotel. What do you think if we take a bottle up to my room and agree on something? - To get together? - For anything except making love. – I said, stroking her leg. - Then lead us to your den, tiger. And without saying another word, she got up and started walking towards the exit with a slow and sensual pace, causing her hips to navigate through the sea of people entering the bar and who inevitably turned around to admire those beautiful legs and that slutty or in this case, hot housewife outfit on Friday night. “You've brought me here with your hips, not your heart” I hummed silently while signaling to the husband once I gave him the room number to the bartender. Once we ordered a service to our room, tequila, orange soda and ice, as well as 12 beers, we went up to my room on the 8th floor of hotel. It was a nice hotel with large rooms and carpeted corridors, located in the Hotel Center of Santa Fe, already in the State of Mexico. My room had a balcony that looked out onto the main street where you could hear the noise of nightlife, laughter, sounds of car horns and occasional motherly mentions. Like a little girl, Mariela went straight to the balcony sticking her head out to see the pedestrians 8 floors below her. As she bent down, not realizing what she was doing or maybe realizing it, she gave my husband and me a show of her yummy legs, ending in her yummy vagina whose lips were tightly closing in the middle of her legs. I went over where she was standing to admire the view too and took advantage of taking hold of her waist, as if protecting her from a potential fall, although my intention was more like touching that tasty body that was being offered to us. She continued absorbed looking at the street while pointing with her finger towards the corner where two extravagant homosexuals were walking hand in hand. Slowly, my hand went down the back of her skirt, exploring her firm buttocks until it stopped at the end of them, where I felt the humid contact of her crack. With my middle finger, I started rubbing all over the extension of those bulging vaginal lips and felt her body tense slightly without leaving its position. Slowly I was penetrating her with my finger and started a tasty in-and-out motion, looking out at the street like she did. Nobody could suspect what I was doing to her except for her husband who was watching us from inside the room. She responded by moving her buttocks towards me, trying to synchronize her movement with mine while opening her legs wider to facilitate my movement. When she managed it, a long sigh escaped her lips that made my cock get ready. For the battle. Thus we were for a good while until his moans became more intense and his movements more frenzied. When I felt he was about to come, I pulled out my hand, knelt down before him, and put my head between his open legs to rub his swollen and wet slit with my tongue. He was open to me like a fresh mussel, dripping juices that fell sweetly into my open mouth. She leaned in even more and I could finally rub her vaginal lips with mine and my tongue in a deliciously sexual kiss. I dedicated myself to licking her clitoris with mastery and managed to hear his moans despite having my head pressed between his trembling legs. The people walking on the side of the hotel must have been able to hear her having a yummy oral sex session practically outdoors. When I felt I had received enough from my tongue, and aware that her vagina was a puddle filled with her juices and my saliva, I began to rub her clitoris with my finger while still rubbing her vulva with my tongue and that was all she needed for her to erupt in an anthology orgasm, my mouth receiving a quantity of hot and pungent liquid that seemed to be urinating more than reaching climax. Cabrón, you're killing me, I'm coming, I'm going, ah - she screamed while convulsing and pressing even harder on my head between her legs. I let my tongue wander over the entire length of her slit until I felt she was more relaxed, and with reluctance, I withdrew from that wet and excited paradise I had devoured with pleasure. Just as I was, I took off my jeans and underwear and put my glans at the entrance. Mariela leapt with joy upon feeling the presence of my penis seeking to open up a path between the folds of her vagina. She was completely open and I didn't have any difficulty entering and taking her. It felt delicious, entering with a semi-lento rhythm while she balanced on the balcony railing. I turned my head and saw that her husband had pulled out his cock She was pulling it slowly while looking at us without losing detail of the screwing I was giving her wife. I grabbed her breasts from behind, over her thin blouse, they were small but firm and had their nipples erect and hard too. I took mental note that I would also suck them later and felt my balls starting to give a warning of an imminent arrival. I caressed her and started screwing her faster and deeper, which made her react by pushing her ass towards me to make the penetration deeper. She started moaning with small screams that could be heard on the street if someone was paying attention to us. I think that was also part of the excitement we both felt, making it so close to the crowd and yet so far away. I felt my penis already about to explode inside her and grabbed her waist to prepare myself. She was holding out as much as she could to see if she could have another one at the same time or before me when... The doorbell rang. Damn I thought to myself. Someone complained to the hotel. Reluctantly, I got out of Mariela's yummy hole, put on my jeans as best I could and went to the door, already resigned to finding an administrator with a stern face questioning us about the noise, and when I opened the door, it was the hotel bellhop who had brought the drinks we had ordered. I didn't know if my sigh was one of relief or resignation at having missed a super hot session in that damp cave I had left with pending matters on the balcony. The bellhop, a 25-year-old boy, thin and tall, with a timid face but piercing eyes, looked at Mariela, who was looking at us from the back of the room, still wearing her mini skirt and blouse disheveled by my messing around. With seriousness, he put the glasses, ice in the bucket, soft drinks, and beer on the coffee table and finally handed me a receipt to sign, which I took and left on the same table. This process, the young man didn't take his eyes off me from Mariela. His husband was on the other side of the room outside the field of vision of the buttons. - Many thanks. – I said once it had ended. – Now, for the tip you have two options. The boy looked at me with a confused face, not knowing what to say. - You can give me a 100 peso tip, or do you prefer that our friend gives you a yummy suck? The boy looked at me surprised and turned to see Mariela, while I did too. If this surprised her, she didn't show the slightest sign of it and continued smiling with that naughty smile that I loved so much. - I don't understand sir… - There's nothing to understand, boy. Either 100 pesos or the suck but you have 10 seconds to decide. – I said while taking out my wallet to get the bill. - The suck. I want her to suck me. – He said hurriedly and fearfully of having run out of time. - Mariela, you know what to do. I said moving aside so she could approach the young man. – I recommend that you go down your pants... Mariela, obedient, approached the young man and opened his uniform pants, kneeling in front of him, lowering her skirt and, like a spring, his cock jumped out as if it had its own life, pointing at Mariela's face as if it was volunteering for its fellatio. The girl took the boy's penis, already completely erect, and caressed it with her hand in a soft movement. It was a good-sized piece, not circumcised, and it agitated in her expert hand. The young man looked at her with a mix of fear, surprise, and excitement, not yet knowing what he had done well to deserve such a tasty reward. Mariela put the boy's cock in her mouth and, with great delicacy, was devouring it while giving gentle sucks to the glans. Finally, the buttons closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by that exciting emotion of an unexpected suck. Little by little, Mariela intensified her movement while caressing the boy's testicles. boy, his unruly hair, his half-closed eyes and that slutty gesture in heat, were an erotic poem. She was an excellent breast feeder and my cock started to get hard again. I got behind her and started caressing her breasts again. I loved feeling them in my hands, like two small trembling doves agitated by the contact of my hands. I lightly pinched her nipples and she turned to look at me with a gesture of approval without releasing the cock from the lucky buttons. Slowly I started to unbutton her blouse until finally she took it off completely. Her nipples were hard, erect, excited. If I wasn't eating our friend's cock, I would have launched myself to devour them right there. Suddenly the buttons started to moan uncontrollably, opening his eyes enormously. It was enough time for me to take my hands away from her breasts before he exploded in a brutal ejaculation into her mouth, and her semen started dripping from the corner of her lips onto the breasts I had been caressing seconds earlier. Mariela left the cock in her mouth for a few more seconds, making sure not to miss anything until the boy calmed down and stopped trembling. The girl gave one last suck on the whole shaft and glans before finally letting it go. She looked at him with desire eyes and dedicated a slight smile. The young man adjusted his pants and gave me a hasty 'thank you' before rushing out the door along with the empty service cart. Once outside, I accompanied him and handed him the 100 pesos tip winking at him. - Very well. Nothing happened here. Is that clear? - Yes, sir. Don't worry about it. - If you have a partner who wants to come see how the bathroom drain is doing in an hour or two, tell them to be ready. - What bathroom drain? – Said the buttons, perplexed. - The... bathroom... drain. – I said winking at him again. - Ah, clear. I understand. – He said and left. Mariela was lying on the bed when I turned around. Her husband was sucking The breasts with diligence, cleaning the cum off the boy. She still had her mini skirt on and I approached her, taking hold of her waist to remove it along with her high heels with a heel. In two by three, she was completely naked and at our mercy. I got between her legs and started eating her out again. In this position, it was much easier for me to do so since it opened up in front of me when she fully opened her legs. Her vagina, which had been rubbed, was completely exposed and I started sucking it with diligence. I turned around to look at them and her husband had finished cleaning her up. They were engrossed in a passionate kiss, surely savoring the remnants of semen that could have remained in her mouth. I positioned her on the edge of the bed while taking off my pants and underwear again and with a push, I went back to penetrating her. The position wasn't ideal because I had to bend my knees to be at her height and didn't want to lie on top of her so as not to be too close to her husband. As I could, I positioned myself and started fucking her, going as deep as my posture allowed. Her testicles were swollen due to the excitement and I needed to relieve myself. Her husband finally got out of the way and I lay on top of her in missionary position while continuing to penetrate her mercilessly. Our faces were just a few centimeters apart and I listened to her moans and gasps like celestial music. On impulse, I approached her mouth and gave her a long and deep kiss with my tongue, searching for hers with desperation. I was aware that it was the same mouth that had received a brutal load of semen just minutes before, but I didn't care and kept attacking her tongue with mine while continuing to fuck her with a delicious bobbing motion.

- Are you coming, slut? - I said with a guttural voice loaded with desire.
- Hmmm. Yes. - She moaned.
- Tell me. Tell me that you like it when I screw you. I love how you behave like a slut in bed.
- Ahh, give me that cock, bastard. Me... I love it when you grab me, ah, that's so tasty., that's so tasty. - That's how I like it. Do you want to come inside of me? - Yes, please, I want to feel your warm cum in me, give it all to me, please, I'm coming… - So am I. I said. It was almost like a growl or moan. I was burning and my balls were begging for relief. She convulsed in my arms when I started sucking her nipple with desperation - Ahh, damn it, I'm coming, I'm coming… Agggggghhh In a chorus of moans, we both came at the same time. I deposited my load inside her slit, trembling with pleasure as I saw her with her eyes half-closed enjoying her orgasm just like mine. Those were seconds in which all emotions passed through our body and it seemed like we were one body trembling and groaning from the endless pleasure that was slowly fading away. Mariela kissed me on the lips. Thanks she whispered. It's been delicious - And what's left yet. Someone wants a beer. I said, to which both nodded. She made the sign that she wanted a dove and he simply a beer. I looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was barely 10:30 and the night was slowly promising us a spectacular evening. To be continued.