I awoke the next morning with the feeling that something was different about me and for a brief moment I couldn't think what it was. Then I started to remember what had happened and wondered at first if it might all have been another of my erotic dreams; then I noticed my cock was feeling a little tender and I realized that after all this time I had finally had sex with a woman, and a gorgeous one at that! I still couldn't figure out why or how, but it was true! I checked my cock, almost hard with my morning woody, and saw why it felt sore: as a result of the sex act my foreskin had been drawn all the way back, exposing the purple head of my dick which was much more sensitive to touch. The foreskin was trapped behind the head and felt very tight, and I wondered whether this was now a permanent change that I would have to become accustomed to. However when my morning erection subsided as I showered, I was able to draw the prepuce back into its normal position.
I showered and dressed quickly, remembering that today was the day of the World Cup Final, and hoping I hadn't missed the bus that would take us all to watch the match, which was being played at the Azteca Stadium in Mexico City. I locked my door and knocked on Jerry's door a couple of times, but when I heard no answer, I made my way down to the dining room for breakfast. I was relieved to see that there was still a good number of our group having breakfast. I looked around for Jerry and then saw him at a table in the far corner talking to a waitress. I went over there as the waitress disappeared into the kitchen, and as I took one of the vacant chairs he looked at me, with a broad grin. "Well, good morning, Jack!" he said. "Sleep well?"
"Sure did!" I replied.
He responded with a laugh, "I bet! Did you have fun last night?"
"Actually, I did, but maybe not as much as you, eh, Jerry?"
He laughed and nodded yes, and then added, "Well, maybe, or then maybe not! Anyway, I've got a couple of things to do before we leave for the match, so I'll leave you to enjoy your breakfast. Oh, by the way, I think the bus will be here in about an hour, so don't linger too long."
I watched him leave the dining room, and then I heard a female voice behind me say, "Buenos dias, Jack!" The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I wondered who could be calling me by my name, so I turned and saw that it was the same waitress that Jerry had been talking to as I came in to the room. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but when she smiled, my heart flipped as I finally recognized that she really was Marisa, the same beautiful girl who had come to my bed the previous night! Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun beneath her waitress' cap, and her beautiful figure was disguised by her white uniform, but there was no mistaking the dazzling smile I had seen the night before. "Café?" she asked, as a million questions flooded my mind. How can this be? Why is she serving coffee here? I nodded and as she leaned over to pour coffee into my cup, I saw her name badge, which said "Edith Jimenez" which puzzled me further. Then she whispered in my ear, "Bueno? Esta noche, mas fuckee fuckee, si?" I was speechless and could only nod, as only then did I remember her final words to me last night.
"Bueno, si!" I finally managed to blurt out and she smiled as she withdrew from my table, disappearing back into the kitchen. Breakfast was buffet style, but after this surprising turn of events I didn't have much appetite and settled for some fresh fruit. I picked over my plate but really couldn't eat very much, as my thoughts were mainly about last night, our brief exchange this morning and the prospect of more sex tonight! My cock was already swelling with anticipation, but I was also nervous about repeating the wonderful experience I had enjoyed the night before.
A few minutes later, Marisa reappeared with a fresh pot of coffee and circled the room refilling cups until she finally came back to me. "Mas café?" she asked, and after I nodded yes, she bent to refill my cup and whispered again, "Cuando de noche?"
Thinking she was asking what time we would meet that night, I answered, "Diez?"
She smiled and nodded, "Si, OK!" patting me on the arm as she left.
Although I had come to Mexico for the excitement and experience of attending one of the premier sporting events in the world, I have to confess that my focus had suddenly changed from soccer to sex, and although I enjoyed going to the game I couldn't stop thinking about the night before and the promise of the night to come. The day passed slowly, much more slowly than I thought was possible, considering what an exciting day it should have been for a bunch of soccer fans. The thing I remember most about attending the game was how horrendous the traffic was leaving the stadium and how long it took us to reach the restaurant where we had arranged the final night's dinner. I was worried that we would not get back to our hotel until late, but it all turned out OK and we eventually arrived back there just before nine.
It appeared the rest of the guys were preparing themselves for a final fling on their last night, before returning to Nassau the next day to their wives and girlfriends (and in some cases, both!), and Jerry was keen to go with them. I made some excuse not to join them and went up to my room to get ready for my date with......was it Marisa? Or Edith?
Having said that, when I got to my room, I didn't quite know what to do to get ready for such a "date". I'd never had a date before where sex appeared to be the main purpose of the meeting! I knew I needed a shower after such a hectic day, that was for certain, but after that, what? Should I dress as if we were going out? Or should I put on nightclothes? That actually wasn't an option anyway, as I never wore any, except maybe a t-shirt on the more chilly nights, very few of which I had experienced since leaving England. Or should I just stay in my terrycloth robe after showering, so as to be ready for whatever was going to happen?
I decided I would shower first and then choose which way to go afterwards. I stripped off and stood under the hot water, letting it wash away the fatigue and dirt of the day, and thought about the events of last night and tried to imagine what awaited me in the next few hours. Would she be as compliant as before, or would there be tension between us? It seemed to me that for some reason I couldn't quite fathom that she was very willing to come to my room that night. Perhaps she thought I was an easy customer, willing to pay whatever price she asked, even though I had not given her a dime last night, although on reflection I remembered that at this point last nights adventure had in fact cost me almost 200 pesos, for Jerry had not mentioned anything about paying me back today. Not that I would have asked, for last night was worth anything that I had "lent" him. I just wondered what had actually happened after they went into his room last night to cause her to come to me afterwards.
Once again I stood under the shower until the water started to run cold, but not before I had carefully examined my cock to make sure it was in working order. The recollection of last night and anticipation of tonight resulted in a really strong hard on, proving that it was indeed in good shape. Any soreness I had felt when I awoke had long since disappeared after I had sheathed the exposed head back into its protective covering and I debated whether I should jerk off again to make sure I could prolong the excitement, but decided against it.
Once I had dried myself I saw I still had half an hour left before the appointed hour so I put on my robe and decided to lie down for a while to relax while I made the final decision what to wear. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes for a second. At least that was what I thought, but I must have fallen into a deep sleep, for when I opened my eyes again, the bedside clock said 11.30. Oh, god, 11.30! I thought. Had I overslept for my date? Had she come and not receiving an answer left again?
I was completely distraught now, for having enjoyed the euphoria that accompanies an extremely pleasant experience and eager to try it again, I was deeply disappointed in myself that I had perhaps missed out on a great opportunity. I jumped up from the bed to check my watch, just in case the clock was wrong, but sure enough that was the right time. I slumped back on the bed in misery, kicking myself for being so stupid! I got up again and went to the door, more out of despair than anything, in case she was standing outside. Of course she wasn't, so now I didn't know what to do. I now wished I had gone out with Jerry and the other guys and at least had a good night out instead of staying alone in my room. Just like last night, I got the idea to go back to "La Huerta" by myself to find another girl, another pussy to stick my cock into, even if just a quickie in one of the cubicles. This started to sound like a good idea, so I started to dress, ready to go out.