Disclaimer: This is a true story of events from my travels. I wanted to write it down to capture my own memories while still relatively fresh. Some of the finer-grained details regarding sex acts are fabricated in an attempt to make a more compelling story. However, encounters, characters, the overall arc of sex, and especially compelling moments are directly from my memories.
I knew there was something special about Andrea from the first time I saw her picture on Facebook. I was preparing for a solo trip to Medellin Colombia, the city of eternal spring. It was a city I'd visited once, right before the start of the pandemic in February 2020 but was itching to come back to. Andrea was one of several beautiful Paisa women I'd friended or been friended by on Facebook. She had dark straight hair in a bob cut that perfectly framed her dark brown, sparkling eyes and sharp but not unattractive jawline. While she had a beautiful face, her cinnamon-skinned body was really her number one attribute. Her c-cup-enhanced breasts anchored a lithe, fit body that had those hourglass hips I can't get enough of on women and a nice, tight ass. In short, Andrea was a smoking-hot Paisa beauty.
Of course, I had to send her a message and hope she'd reply and be interested in meeting me. I'm a 5'11 36-year-old who always had good luck with Latinas due to my blue-green eyes and flawless Spanish. These two attributes had been enough for me to pick up Mexican, Costa Rican, and Honduran women while traveling even when I was overweight. But I'd recently been hitting the gym to add muscle mass and dieting down to a 17% fat percentage, so I liked my odds even better now. Even then Andrea's beauty made my heart flutter a bit. Maybe she wouldn't respond to my message or maybe she was a prepago or prostitute. I'd probably want to meet her even then, but that would not be nearly as sweet as if she was a normal girl. But I pushed the thought out of my head. "What do I have to lose?" I thought. There are plenty of other cute chicas I'll message and I'm sure I'll have a load of fun on my trip regardless of if she wants to meet me or not.
To my surprise, Andrea responded to my message almost immediately. I kept things short asking for her number and telling her when I'd be in Medellin. A few days later I was at a New Year's Eve party and felt my heart flutter when she'd messaged me on Whatsapp wishing me a happy new year. "wow, she's thinking of me" I thought. That can only be a good sign. But she was still a prospect, I wasn't sure what, if anything, would develop once I was in Medellin a few days later. By that time I'd chatted with a number of girls and had what a considered a good list of decent prospects to meet once I had arrived in Medellin. I'd also kept in touch with another friend from my first trip two years ago and had plans to see her as well. On the day of my trip, I posted photos of myself in the airport and next to the departure announcement and was inundated further by messages from girls in Medellin eager to meet me. But Andrea was definitely always prominent in my thoughts. Best I thought to propose a date with her a day or two after I'd arrived.
Thus, I met another girl, Valentina, who deserves her own story, the night I arrived in Medellin. I also messaged Andrea, though, and offered to cook her dinner the next day. She readily agreed and over the next day, we went about setting up the logistics of our date. I was getting more excited, though I was still guarded, as it seemed more and more like she was a normal girl based on our conversations. My go-to date is to cook a girl dinner since cooking has always been a passion of mine. I scoped out the nearby Excito supermarket and decided on a white wine and sausage-based pasta as our main course as well as buying a half bottle of 12-year-old Colombian rum. At seven sharp Andrea messaged me that she was in the taxi and on her way. This surprised me as Colombians are notorious for arriving late.
About 15 minutes later her taxi rolled up and I got my first look at my stunning date in person. She was dressed in a woman's shortcut leather jacket with matching black leggings and white tennis shoes. She had a tank top on under her jacket that featured her spectacular, enhanced cleavage. Like a gentleman, I opened her door and paid the cabbie before giving her a kiss on the cheek. I then suggested we walk to the nearby Exito to pick up our dinner supplies.
The conversation came naturally and quickly became flirty on the walk over. I asked her about the food she liked, her work, and her family and she asked me about my interests and hobbies. It was at that point that I found out that she was a webcam model a fact that both excited me incredibly and worried me a little bit at the same time. However, my worries were soon eased. She was laughing at all jokes and told me how happy she was that I spoke so fluently and was brushing up against me and finding ways to come into contact with my body as we walked through the aisles of the supermarket picking out ingredients. It was clear we had some insane chemistry and mutual attraction.
Once I'd checked her into my apartment building and gotten back to my 15th-floor apartment, it was time to cook. Now, I loved the building I was staying in. It was located off La 70, one of the main drags in the Laureles neighborhood, which was full of bars and restaurants of all types. The apartment building was known for its conscientious security and well-apportioned rooms. However, the cooking setup was less than optimal as there was a built-in countertop hotplate instead of a gas range and the place came stocked with cheap Teflon pots and pans and dull, stamped-blade knives. Maybe I was a bit nervous due to the stunning creature in my presence or maybe it was difficult to multitask and flirt but what should have taken me 15 minutes to make ended up taking over half an hour. We figured out that I'd turned on the wrong burner to boil water for the pasta and the hotplates took a long time to heat up. But, we had a good time laughing at my mistakes together and pouring each other glasses of 12-year-old Colombian rum. Even though the cooking process took longer than planned, my flavors were on point. Andrea let out a sigh of pleasure as she took her first bite and shortly thereafter told me that everything was "delicioso".
After thoroughly enjoying the meal and cleaning the dishes we both made our way over to the couch with a glass of rum and Andrea scooted up right next to me. We talked a little more and I continued to flirt and tease her, but the sexual tension was rapidly building to a boiling point. It was then that I asked her if I could kiss her and after seeing her nod angled my head to go in for a passionate kiss. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning after that first kiss. Her kiss was so dumbfounding that I don't think I'd have been able to tell you my home address or even name at the time. I contentedly sucked and nibbled on her lower lip occasionally flicking my tongue over hers. As I pulled back from the kiss she hungrily followed me greedily wanting more. I explored my new-found lover with my hands tracing them from her jaw down her neck and to her inviting hourglass hips before coming back up to trace the outlines of her C-cup breasts. Her hands explored me as well tracing my pecks and scratching my sides playfully. I further evoked sighs of pleasure from her as I nibbled on her ears, neck, and collarbone. So far this was probably the best first date I'd ever had in my life and things were only beginning to get interesting.
