The airplane's engine sputtered its last just as Lisle set it down on the long-abandoned airstrip. Dodging sage and tumbleweeds, she managed to bring the aircraft to a safe stop. What a great vacation this was turning out to be. Welcome to Middle Of Nowhere, Mexico. About a mile inland on the not so much fun side of the Sea of Cortez...at least she hadn't crashed.
Lisle was somewhat stocky, but nonetheless attractive. Above average in height, she'd been captain of the field hockey team in college, and had intended on flying down eventually to Cabo to look for work. Sandy brown hair kept short, broadish shoulders and strong wide hips. She had an outdoorsy air about her that people seemed to connect with.
The small enclave of buildings was less than a quarter mile away. Lisle walked through the heat to the nearest adobe house. There was a young woman around the front side, drawing water from a well. Short and brown with long dark hair and delicate features she waved at Lisle to approach.
"I saw you land. Your airplane. It is toast." She observed.
"Tell me something I don't know..." Lisle smirked.
"I will talk to my brother, maybe he can fix." The woman offered. "Here, have some water."
The woman poured some from the bucket into an earthenware cup and proffered it to Lisle who gratefully took it. She was parched from the flight and the stress of the landing. The water was unexpectedly delicious, and Lisle drained the cup in one go.
"I am Annamaria." The woman said refilling the cup.
"Lisle. Thanks!" Lisle replied.
She had checked her cell. No service. "Is there a phone nearby?" She asked Annamaria.
"Sadly, no. We lack electricity here." The woman answered.
"How many live here?" Lisle said looking around.
"Just me and brother. And our herd of goats." She explained.
"And the next town?" Lisle said.
"Fifteen miles. That way." She said pointing past the line of hills to the East.
"Do you have a car?" Lisle asked.
"Sadly, no. Diego, my brother has a bicycle." Annamaria stated.
Lisle finished off her water and nodded her thanks to Annamaria.
"I will be starting dinner soon. Diego is away. You will stay here tonight." Annamaria said.
It was simple fare. A hearty chicken stew and corn bread. Annamaria had produced a couple bottles of warm beer. In the flickering glow of the oil lamps they ate as the stars came out in the evening sky.
Annamaria cleared the table and lit the oil lamp by the bed. The house was just the two rooms. Simple and clean, it had a rustic charm.
"What happened to the others?" Lisle asked.
"Some years ago, there was a fish kill in the sea. Something in the water. Anyway, mostly fishermen here. Most left. The rest followed." Annamaria said.
Taking Lisle by the hand she led her into the bedroom. Indicating that she should sit. Lisle watched as Annamaria disrobed and slipped into bed. She had a cute figure with ample breasts and a nice backside. Sunbaked brown skin she smelled like sage and saguaro flowers. Her hand patted the mattress next to her.
"Come." She said.
Lisle started to slip beneath the covers, clothes still on.
"No. No clothes." Annamaria said softly.
"Okay....." Lisle said. She started removing her clothing. Folding each piece and setting them on the dresser top until only her panties remained. She looked questioningly at Annamaria who frowned and pointed at the panties. Soon they were on the dresser top too.
She slid under the sheet, only to feel Annamaria's arms slipping around her.
"We will enjoy each other now..." Annamaria whispered in her ear before kissing her.
Lisle felt her pulse quicken. Annamaria's mouth on hers was hot and hungry. Her tongue, drawing Lisle out until she felt the unquestionable signals of her own arousal. Annamaria's passion deepened as Lisle gradually returned her kisses with more and more enthusiasm. It felt so erotically spontaneous, and Annamaria really knew how to kiss.
Lisle began to explore Annamaria's body. The hair under her arms, the thick generous thatch between her legs, were foreign and exotic to Lisle, having grown up in California. The smaller woman had found Lisle's breasts and was kissing and sucking them, and Lisle found herself getting more and more turned on, like this all was supposed to happen like this.
When Annamaria's mouth found Lisle's pussy, she was already dripping with anticipation, and it didn't take the woman long to coax a whopper of an orgasm out of her. Her fists balled up and her toes pointing straight at the footboard, Lisle's breaths came in gasps. Annamaria was relentlessly voracious, and soon had Lisle squirting, something that had never happened before.
After an extended chain of orgasms. Annamaria crawled up from between Lisle's legs and straddled her face. Lisle could smell her dewey wetness as she searched through Annamaria's bush for her slit. The small woman grabbed the headboard of the bed and rode Lisle's face, screaming her way through orgasm after orgasm as Lisle worked her cunt and clit with a hunger she never knew she could possess for another female.
At last, Annamaria dismounted and slid down next to Lisle. Giving her one last kiss, they fell asleep at last.
Lisle awoke as the sun poured in the window. Confused for a second about where she was. She looked down to see Annamaria wrapped around her. She could still taste the woman's arousal on her lips and in her mouth. A little shiver shot through her as the memory flooded back.
Annamaria woke up, and the two women made love with a smoldering intensity that made them both wonder if they'd be able to manage to leave the bed at all.
After breakfast, Annamaria brought Lisle to Diego's house and told her to wait for him there. She had some chores to do and needed to tend to the goats. Lisle waited patiently until Diego's arrival. About a head taller than his sister he was pretty jacked for a farm hand. A mop of black hair and a thin moustache, he appeared close in age to Annamaria.
After introductions, they started out to where Lisle's plane was. Diego carried a toolbox and had given Lisle a couple of canteens of fresh water.
