Chapter 1. Isabel and Mark
Mark's story:
I have been married to a wonderful woman for the last three years. I met Isabel on a business trip to Mexico just after my divorce from my first wife. I was 29 and she was 22. She worked in the accounting department in a factory that the company I worked for had in Mexico. She was a woman with black hair, green, eyes, light dark skin and a wonderful body. I was completely mesmerized by her the first time I saw her. On that first trip I would find every excuse I could think of to go by her desk and ask her for something, I am an engineer and at that time I was assisting the local management with the installation and operation of a new machine. Since she worked in a different department, I really didn't have any reason to see her for anything related to business. So I would go and ask her for paper clips, a sheet of paper or anything I could think of. I just wanted to see those green eyes and loose myself in their depth. She always treated me politely and she didn't seem to show any particular interest in me.
On that first trip, I met her on the first day at the factory and by the third day, I was joining her in the cafeteria on her coffee breaks, however I must say that even though I would have liked to be alone with her, she always took her breaks with two or three other secretaries.
It wasn't until my third trip to the factory, which was located near the town of Zacatecas, that I finally worked up my courage to ask her out to lunch on Saturday, I always returned home on Saturday morning since I hat to take a bus to Guadalajara and then catch a plane home. However this time I had booked my return flight for Sunday, even though it meant that I wouldn't have a chance to have a day to rest before going back to the office on Monday.
I was surprised when she accepted the invitation because she was such a reserved and seemingly shy woman. We met at a local restaurant and I was there half an hour before the time I was supposed to meet her. I was so excited I had hardly slept the night before. I had fantasies of taking her back to the hotel and making wild and passionate love to her after lunch. I visualized her naked body and I could almost feel her skin under my hands as I ran them all over her body. I masturbated and I came violently while I fantasized that she was licking my cock and taking it in her mouth.
Bu it didn't happen that way. We had lunch and made small talk, I only spoke a little Spanish, but she spoke a passable English with a wonderful accent. We talked mostly in English, with bits and pieces of Spanish here and there. I told her about my life and that I was divorced and she told me she had grown up in a very little town in the mountains of Zacatecas but her family had a comfortable economic position. She said she has always been very independent by the family standards and she had talked her parents into letting her study in Guadalajara when she finished junior high school. She went there and lived with some relatives while she finished high school and later got her accounting degree. She told me they loved to go to the disco every other week where sometimes she and her cousins would get drunk and do "cosas locas", even though she wouldn't tell me what they were. We sat in the restaurant all afternoon and drank a lot of coffee while we talked and we laughed a lot.
When it was getting dark, she said she had to get home, so we left the restaurant and since she didn't live very far I walked her home. About half way home she stumbled and I grabbed her arm to steady her and then held her hand while we kept walking, she didn't take her hand away until we were a block away from the house where she lived with some other relatives. When we got to the front door and said good night, I desperately wanted to kiss her and hold her in my arms, but she just stretched her arm and we shook hands.
Back in my hotel, I lay in bed remembering her laughter and how her eyes sparkled when she smiled, I remembered touching her arm when she was about to fall, and the feel of her skin, which was even softer than I had imagined. I masturbated again before I went to sleep thinking about her.
The next morning, she called me to say goodbye and to say that she had had a very good time the day before. We talked for a while on the phone and then I had to leave for the bus station. I could hardly wait for my next visit in a month.
Isabel's story:
I met Mark the first time he came to the factory, at first I just thought he was another "gringo" but he kept coming to ask me for the silliest things, he would meet me at the cafeteria on our coffee breaks and he made us laugh a lot with his poor Spanish.