I was forty living the good life in the beautiful Republic of Panama. Jena was Latina, dark complexion, petit, fun and beautiful. We met at the party of a friend, a handsome musician, and he mentioned that if I was attracted to her, I should just let her know. He said she mentioned earlier that she thought I was hot. Of course, at twice her age, I appreciated the compliment. So I went up to her and her girlfriend and make a little small talk, all in Spanish, of course.
She was a university student, a young lady from a working class family. She loved music and art and she is very smart and did I mention beautiful? She loved the opportunity to practice her English or at least so she claimed. Well, she and her girlfriend graciously and enthusiastically left the party with me that night but that is another story.
We became lovers and oh the joy and pleasure of her young body and her ardent enthusiasm, not to mention the pleasure of her company and the value of this young Panamanian women's perspective that extended my intercultural awareness. Always open to suggestion and willing to please and be pleased. So we got together whenever we could. Maybe I gave her a little money from time to time to help with the school expenses. But, there is no doubt in my mind, she voraciously loved sex, as much as I did.
One tropical night, when the humidity hung heavy in air after the late afternoon rains, we were driving around in my beat up 4-wheel drive pickup. I was thinking we should go somewhere and get it on. Jena was game, as usual. We went down by the Panama Canal under the Bridge of the Americas into a large office parking lot, now empty.
I parked in an out of the way space, in the corner, so we could see anyone coming. We listened as the tree frogs chanted outside in the drainage ditch adjacent to the parking lot. An almost full moon slipped in and out of the clouds overhead, casting slivers of silver moon shadows all around us.
I reached over and she slid towards me. We kissed, her sweet full lips on mine. The intoxication of her fine body and sweet perfume always got a rise out of me.
I did not shut the old truck down as we were enjoying the air conditioning and the music. We both liked old rock and roll so the Beatle's White Album keeps us company. She lifts up here cotton peasant blouse as I played were her breasts. Now Jena is a petit woman, 20 years old, long dark black hair, bright brown eyes, smooth light brown skin, sweet smell of a mix of exotic essential oils, imports from India. Whatever she chose for her neck, I was certain to find a dab down south too. Not that her sweet pussy needed any help in the olfactory department. It had its own natural perfume that was to die for. She has small tits with big, long, dark nipples that harden even at the suggestion of fun.
I pull her closer across the truck seat to suck her tits. She squeals and moans with delight as I suck hard and gently twist her nubs. I inhale the sweet perfume of her arousal. I rub her mons from the outside as I can't comfortably stick my hand in her tight jeans. She reaches out to rub my aroused cock through my jeans as it strains for release. The tree frogs are chanting a chorus now in tune with Fab Four.
I straddle the center of the truck with the gear shift between my legs and she is so light I lift her up onto my lap. She comfortably straddles me with her back to the windshield. Her red heels in sharp contrast to her tight jeans and tan skin. I am at eye level with her sensitive nubs so I keep up my efforts guided by her enthusiastic moans. Jena loves to express herself aurally. She whimpers, moans, chants, and then at the end, screams. We have to be careful where we do it as she can attract attention from a distance. I hear the tree frogs all together loudly kriking back and forth to one another.
Jena's pussy is flooding; I haven't even touched it yet although I can smell it. She is like that. When she gets going ... get ready for the flood! So I have her blouse off now. She does not need a bra, her small tits stand high and proud. Her nipples are so big, especially when she gets excited. She likes me to be rough with them too ... so I give her what she wants. I twist them this way and that, use my teeth a little too and then suck hard.
She is beyond the whimper stage now and is actively moaning, "aiii aiii aiii ... dale duro amor ..." She is rubbing her pussy against my hard cock. I gently bite her a little around the back of the neck; she likes that as well and moans to spur me on.
I unbutton her jeans and try and stick a hand in but they are two tight and the angle is wrong. I try and pull them down but she doesn't help so I reach back and slip my hand inside around her butt. Both hands on her hot ass inside her pants. Her little panties do little to impede me.
"Sáquelas ... chica," I tell her. "Take them off, girl." She plants both feet on the floor of the truck and starts to peel them off. She slips off her red heels to get the pants down and of course she has to slip them off her long trim legs one leg at a time. ...still straddling me. Off the tiny panties come too. I help her take them off and promptly hold them to my face to inhale the exquisite aroma. She reaches down and unbuckles my belt and unsnaps my Levies, tugs them open and I lift my hips off the seat of the truck an she pulls them down with my black cotton underwear with them too. I pull them off and make sure to arrange then carefully on the seat in case I have to put them on in a hurry. That is a lesson learned from experience.
I ask her to put the red heels back on and of course she understands. She sits back down on my lap still facing me with her back to the windshield . She slides her wet pussy against my cock, teasing me ... while cooing how hot she is to get it on. "Dale, mi amor ... quiero darte mi miel." "Pongo tu cosa caliente en mi michita. "
I sit back and she climbs on top. Slowing sliding het wet pussy onto my very ready dick. Her little feet with the red heels planted on the floor of the truck and her legs spread wide to receive me. "Ah cielos," she says. And I agree.
