We met Bill and Denise at one of our favorite hangouts here in Mexico, a little cantina with a nice mix of locals and gringos where everyone felt comfortable. I was immediately attracted to Denise, but like many such attractions, nothing was likely to ever come of it. Week after week, we would meet as couples on Sunday, share a few drinks and some laughs, and go our separate ways. I always felt there was something between us with Denise, but never had a chance to even think of exploring it with both my wife and her husband there.
This went on for months, and then one day as I was returning from a class I was teaching, I ran in to Denise alone. Just a chance encounter on the street, we exchanged some casual conversation and were about to head our separate ways when I decided to give it a shot. "I think you said you liked bourbons, and I was just about to go grab a shot at Jose's, would you like to join me?" I asked.
With only a little hesitation, she replied "Sure, my day is done, what the hell!"
As we walked the few blocks down to the cantina, I had a chance to appreciate the sundress she was wearing, and the tight body it covered and I always admired. A gauzy little affair, it inspired my imagination and by the time we reached the door to Jose's, I was already picturing the full extent of what was under that dress.
Jose's is on the rooftop 4th floor of the building he occupies, and has a spectacular view of the colonial Mexican city in which it is located. By the time we ascended the stairs and made our way to the bar, I was already lusting after Denise, and my imagination ran wild with the possibilities. I ordered a couple of shots of Buffalo Trace from the equally hot bar maid Rita, who I had also lusted after on numerous occasions, and proceeded to try and act cool while we bantered with small talk.
As I had been to Jose's before on numerous occasions, and both the bar maids knew both me and my wife, I had to try and pretend that this was just a casual meeting of friends. By the second round of shots however, I could tell by the look in her eyes, that this was about to get interesting. Luckily, we were sitting in a spot out of eyeshot to the bar, and the bar maids were both distracted by other customers. As the whiskey began to really kick in, Denise casually knocked a napkin off the table and bent over to retrieve it. This exposed both her what I now realized were bra-less tits to my view. She made a point of lingering there longer than necessary to retrieve the napkin, and catching me getting an eyeful of her beautiful brown areolas, asked "What are you looking at?"
Realizing I was busted, I laughingly replied "Oh, not much" and knowing I was making fun of her pert, but not large breasts, she slapped my leg in response. Moments later, I felt her hand trace its way up my leg and begin to stroke through my pants what was now my increasingly hardening cock. This went on for a minute before I decided to reciprocate, and my finger slid up her skirt to find her cotton panties. Already becoming wet, I gently circled her clit and was rewarded with a deep sigh and a moan.
By now it was obvious that nothing more could happen on the rooftop that wouldn't create either a scene or a mess. Having visited Jose's many times, I knew there was a 3rd floor area just below us that was only used for overflow or on special occasions. In it there was also a bathroom that was both spotlessly clean and almost never used. "I have an idea" I said, and called the bar maid over to settle out bill.
