Ana De Armas Double Measures

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Strolling through the market, Ana's light, floaty summer dress fluttered in the breeze, hem skimming around her toned thighs and threatening to flick up and reveal her underwear. People took her in as she casually passed their stalls and displays, unable to ignore how pretty and carefree she looked, big sunglasses hiding her eyes. Her blonde highlighted hair curled down past her cute face and onto her shoulders as she gazed around all the Havana market had to offer. Ana de Armas, up-and-coming Spanish-Cuban actress that really had started to make a name for herself now, was taking a break from the Hollywood life by stepping back to her roots.

Since her break-up, she'd felt a mixture of emotions, from disappointment and frustration at it not working out to liberation and freedom as she looked ahead to a new start, another chapter of her life to discover and unfold before her. Her career was going well and showed no signs of slowing down which was great but her personal life had stalled a little; not only was she relentlessly busy with film projects now but she was single, which wasn't something she'd anticipated though of course it was part of the game. It just all seemed to happen at once and now she had no time to get out and meet people. She felt so free and single, ready to pursue whatever opportunities might come her way, just exasperatingly now she seemed to have no time to rub shoulders with anybody new that might sweep her off her feet.

Which was why she'd decided to take a step back and recharge her batteries. After wrapping her latest movie and completing all the promotion, with all the photo shoots, interviews and appearances that went with it, she'd told herself she was going to have a couple of weeks to herself. And so here she was, in Havana, Cuba, having given herself that break and flown back to her childhood home country for a tropical vacation. She'd lived in Cuba until she was 18 before moving to Madrid in Spain, where her career had then started to blossom, but her heart was still in Cuba. Things were changing so much in the island nation and certainly had since she'd lived there as a child but she still loved to return. It had been a few years since she'd last set foot in Cuba, having been caught up so much with her career, but now she was here again she felt so at home.

Walking around the shops and markets, babbling in Spanish like she'd never been away to the friendly sellers and other people, occasionally interpreting for tourists who didn't recognise her when they needed help, it was like a completely different world. It was like stepping back into a comfy pair of shoes, the old battered kind that everyone told you to throw out, the ones that fit perfectly and were a symbol of comfort and everything right with the world. Even though she hadn't lived in Cuba for years, well over a decade, she still seemed to slip straight back into the life there. It was more sedate and relaxing, no stress or phone calls bothering her which was exactly what she needed to recharge her batteries.

It still didn't take the edge off the disappointment of her break-up however, the nagging feeling still getting her as it did most people, wishing things were different or thinking how she could have acted better to make it last even though she knew it was for the best. It'd pass, but it still nibbled at her happiness, though the vacation certainly helped improve that. The gorgeous sunshine and more simple pace of life she could adopt just helped all those stresses of Hollywood fade away and she just was able to relax much more, feeling contented with herself as she headed back to her hotel. She might enjoy the step into the past almost with the more sedate life, but she wanted to get back to comfort and luxury, and also the security, that the expensive hotel offered her. It was an expensive necessity really.

"Hola," came the greeting as she entered the hotel, the man behind the desk welcoming her jovially as she swept from the sun drenched road outside into the cool of the hotel lobby, the hard marble floor beneath her high heeled sandals clicking coolly.

"Hola, ¿cómo estás?" she replied brightly, smiling over to him.

"Muy bien, señorita," he replied, giving a polite nod of his head.

"Excelente," she said, smiling back as she stepped through the lobby area and headed for the elevators, luckily catching one empty just as somebody left and pressing for the fifth floor to take her to her somewhat excessively opulent suite. The hallway was empty as she breezed along to her room and let herself in, closing the world out as she shut the door behind her. She let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding, just letting herself slow down for a moment before she crossed the room, casting her bag aside and collapsing onto the bed in a manner that let her light skirt flick up, though nobody was there to catch a glimpse of her bright pink panties. She splayed out on the bed, momentarily thinking how big it was, how empty it was with just her in it even though she loved the freedom it afforded her.

Being alone however had its advantages and her hand strayed idly down over the light fabric of her dress to her leg beneath, slowly and gently screwing her hand up so her fingertips pressed into her soft skin. The linen of the dress crinkled beneath her touch and gathered up to slip higher, exposing her silky thighs and then the sweet bulge of her pussy in the hot pink panties she had on. Ana let go of the dress and pushed her fingers down over the smooth cotton of her underwear, straight over her shaven pussy beneath to feel the hot, feminine curve of her lips through the soft covering. She breathed deeply in satisfaction, the sigh of pleasure dissipating into the hotel room around her as she closed her eyes and settled into the bed as she let her fingers roam.

Her digits pulled back to the waistband and effortlessly dispensed with it, flicking under the elastic and sliding down onto her sweet pussy. She felt the slight stubble, having not shaved for a few days since she was single, and then immediately let her middle finger push down her slit to just brush at her clit through its delicate hood and dip into the wetness between as she murmured in pleasure. The petite latina shivered, goosepimples prickling all over her body as it trembled through her, feeling so in need of it right now as she arched into the soft bed a little and probed more intently. Her finger drew back against her clit and pulled the hood back, soft tissue easily yielding to let the ridges of her finger glide back over her most delicate nub as she split her puffy lips. She shuddered at the direct touch, taking her time to get used to it despite feeling so hot and horny, wanting to savour the moments as she started to rock her hand to work her finger back and forth over her hungry clit.

She let out a quiet yet deep, powerful groan of building ecstasy as she quivered again, speeding up as she couldn't help but chase the pleasure, fingers bracing her hand into her beautifully soft labia as her finger took shorter strokes now, just bending it to work the tip over and around her stiff clit, fully into it now as she groaned and gasped with pleasure. Her breathing picked up with her exertion and excitement, a bead of sweat prickling on her brow given the warmth of the Havana afternoon. Ana rocked her pelvis to accentuate the sensations as she touched herself, rolling her clit down over her finger in unison with her ministrations to stimulate herself in the best possible way. She let out a whimpering groan as a particularly strong twinge of pleasure sparked through her, just stuttering her efforts for a moment before she attacked herself harder and worked more intently to bury her fingertip into her most intimate spot. The slender Cuban gasped hungrily as her orgasm tingled at her, digit flicking intensely at her clit for a few moments before she suddenly switched it up and delved her hand down to roll it inside herself. She shivered at the penetration, finger gliding easily into her wet, waiting vagina, the tunnel yielding around it before she squeezed at it to maximise the sensations of it inside her. The heel of her hand still pressed into her clit, just wanting every possible measure of stimulation as she delved into her treasures, missing the feeling of being penetrated; it'd been a while since she'd had sex now and she was hungry for it, she couldn't deny how much she wanted to feel a hot, hard cock just slide inside her right now.

But her fingers was all she had and she put them to use, thrusting two inside herself for a few seconds, loving the hot, wet sensation as they effortlessly slid in and out of her, letting her muscles squeeze down on them in rhythm with her thrusts, just building herself up before a final assault on her nerve-packed clit that she knew would make her explode in orgasm. Her moans and small grunts filled the empty, secure hotel room as she masturbated, idly hoping nobody was outside the door as she gave a particularly intense growl of pleausre however. A few more seconds of that though and she couldn't wait any longer, her patience exhausted as she gave a final few probes into herself before wrenching her hand back and pressing her sole fingertip to her aching button. Her reaction was immediate, eyes popping open as she surged up from the bed, abs clenching hard at the sudden rush of sensation that flooded through her lower body.

Her breath gasped from her body as she surged onward, the feelings only driving her finger to dance harder and faster at her button, circling and flicking, up and down, side-to-side, every possible motion to light up her nerve endings with every touch hitting the spot. She was moaning with abject pleasure now to the bedroom, not caring if anyone did hear her as she got herself off, pressing at her hardest now in the final few moments before her inevitable orgasm struck. Her climax was building hard, so close now she just chased it ravenously, body rocking and working in perfect harmony with her hand. Her other hand was pressed to the bed, fingers dug into the sheets to hold on as she fingered herself hard, those final few seconds stretching for what felt like so much longer until she finally popped, her breaths coming hard and short as she opened her eyes to stare at the ceiling until she exploded with orgasm.

She shook hard on the bed, frame quaking and almost touching the wall as her lithe, petite body spasmed on the mattress, feet kicking into it as her other hand dug in even tighter. Ana threw her head back into the bed and wailed in pleasure as her feet pushed up onto the points of her toes, arched tightly as her legs threatened to clamp together, her hand still working to circle her fingertip in slow, powerful motions that she always loved when she came like this. Her cry turned to deep, guttural, near-grunting breaths as the climax washed through her, giving a few final shoves of her hips into her fingers before she let her hand drop with a huge sigh. She lay still, heart pounding, hand still down her pink underwear just resting on herself as she forced herself to take deep breaths to recover. Her heart rate slowed and she felt the slight dizziness of it all as she oxygen resaturated her body in the wake of it all, glad she was laying down as her body came back to her fully.

Ana opened her eyes and lazily looked around, giving a stretch like a cat as she rolled over towards the windows, realising they were open. She was high enough up but she hoped nobody had been out on their balcony during her indulgent session, pondering what they might think if they had as she rolled off the bed to her feet, reaching up under the skirt to pull her tangled panties off her smooth legs. She needed a shower and quickly shrugged the little summer dress off and her simple black bra was quickly added to the pile as she wasted no time unclipping it before grabbing a towel and walking to the en suite bathroom. Ana warmed up the water and slid under the spray, not entirely to save her hair but treated herself to a quick, refreshing shower; her hands ran the lather over her gorgeous body, every crevice and curve of her feminine form, her perky breasts with their stiff nipples, toned abs and lovely tight ass.

Shutting off the shower, she stepped out and dried herself, rubbing the towel over herself quickly and leaving the warmth of the day to do the rest as she contemplated what to do. She didn't fancy going out to a restaurant or anything away from the hotel and it wasn't so safe to do that without prior arrangement anyway. Equally she didn't relish the idea of just slouching around her hotel room and watching Spanish TV, drifting through the evening before she fell asleep. She figured she wasn't particularly hungry anyway but she did fancy a drink or two and some conversation, so she might as well take herself down to the bar.

Finishing drying herself off, Ana looked through her bags and found some sexy underwear that she fancied wearing tonight. It was pretty and cute and made her feel confident and desirable, something she wanted right now being single; it was a matching bra and panties, black satin and lace, with some push-up to the bra almost like a balconette style and an equally smooth-strapped, sexy thong to go with it, a high rise style that came up over her hips.

The thong slipped easily over her smooth legs and she pulled it up carefully into place, splitting her toned ass gorgeously, pausing her as she marvelled at herself in the mirror, the satin straps framing perfectly the near-sheer embroidered lace panels of the rest of them, giving a near-glimpse through the fabric to her treasures beneath. She smiled to herself as she picked up the bra and shrugged it on, reaching behind her back to clip it as she took in her perky tits through the decorative cups, nipples just hidden by where the satin cleverly ended.

Ana pushed her chest up a bit, taking in her somewhat humble size but being impressed by how the underwear made her look, exactly the kind of thing she wanted. She found a dress, a different one from today but similar style, a light, floaty summer dress of yellow with flowers printed on it, thick straps over her shoulders to conceal the bra and a nice fitted design that followed her toned body before flaring out loosely at her hips, accentuating her figure perfectly -- it was why she owned it after all. She slid it over her head and settled it around her body, getting comfortable before she sat down to touch up her make-up, just wanting to achieve the subtle look she preferred and needed to touch up after her sweaty orgasm and shower.

A few minutes later, she was satisfied with her look, slipping into some straightforward black high-heels and out the door, tucking the key card into her bag as she headed back to the elevators to head to the ground floor and some imbibement. She swept through the hallways and straight into the bar, finding it open and inviting, heading to the counter and picking up a cocktail menu. They had a huge range of cocktails of their own mix and some classics like the Long Island iced tea and Pina Colada, leaving her a decision to make. As she pondered the menu, she was completely oblivious to the attention she'd garnered from several men in the bar, taking in her gorgeous form as she'd fairly strutted in.

"Qué será?" asked the man at the bar, seeing her and assuming she was a local who spoke Spanish.

"No estoy segura," she replied slowly, looking up to him, which immediately caused him to recognise her.

"I don't know what to have," she added, breaking into perfect English.

"There's lots of good choices," he replied, following her switch easily, used to dealing with many tourists and visitors from English speaking countries.

"Absolutely, I just don't know where to begin," she said.

"Well you've got the whole night, surely you can try them all," he said with a smile.

"I don't think so," she laughed, "I'll be absolutely wrecked."

"Well your choice of course, depends what kind of night you want to have," he said politely.

"I'm not sure about that kind of night, you don't need a hot mess around here," she joked.

"We've had plenty before, I'm sure we'll have them again. We can handle it," he smiled.

"Well I won't burden you with myself tonight. Make it a Mohito," she said, pointing to it on the menu not that he needed directions.

"Absolutely, at once," he said with a nod and stepped away to whip it up for her. She glanced around the bar, late afternoon sunlight streaming in the windows as she noticed a couple of guys look away from her, evidently not wanting to be caught staring. She smiled to herself; maybe she wasn't looking to just pick up some guy in the hotel bar but it made her feel sexy to know they were eyeing her up, even though the evidence was all around her with how many people lusted for her from her movie performances. It wasn't too busy just yet but she knew it would get much more crowded as the evening went on and it became the place to be, filling up with mostly other guests and a few locals that came to drink there.

"Your drink, miss," the barman said, interrupting her train of thought so she looked round to the crisp, cool beverage prepared for her. There was no need to pay, it was all on her room.

"Thank you," she said, smiling warmly as she reached out to draw it to her, guiding the straws to her mouth as she leaned down for it. The barman went to serve other patrons as she took a first, satisfying drink of the mohito, shivering slightly in pleasure at the beautifully blended tastes and flavours of it as they spread over her tongue. She just quietly sipped at her drink for a few minutes, unbothered by anyone else around her and just let her mind drift a little, taking the time to herself to relax and enjoy the beautiful cocktail. Before she knew it however it was gone, her thoughtful sipping having devoured it completely and she needed another. Luckily the barman was on hand and immediately stepped up.

"Another?" he offered, seeing she was finished with it.

"Yeah, but not a Mohito. Let me see," she said, grabbing the menu and quickly looking through it. With much more ease now she chose a fruity mango cocktail of their own recipe, something with a mix of fruit and spices...and three shots in it to liven things up. The barman immediately set to work again mixing it up, throwing it together with ease and shaking it up, absolutely in his element as he prepared it for her whilst she took another look around. The sun was fading, sinking hotly below the horizon as she glanced out the window, seeming to have happened so suddenly as she realised more people had come into the bar to grab a drink and escape the enclosing evening.

The cocktail was placed in front of her once more and she gave a polite thank you, sipping at the fruity drink but barely noticing the alcohol in it; it was far too easy to drink she thought but couldn't help herself, taking several sips before she refrained and looked around again. It was so much busier but it was people together, couples or groups, just enjoying the evening down from their rooms after what she figured was a busy day out much like herself. But there was a couple of guys checking her out still; she'd clocked them earlier taking her in when she'd first arrived but they were still eyeing her up and certainly didn't mind that she'd spotted them, one of them throwing her a wink as she took them in.