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.
By his second trip, a month after the first one, I could see he was really interested in me but it was not until his third trip that he asked me out to lunch. He was a handsome guy, blond with dark eyes and a trim body. He had a nice butt. We had a good time talking about ourselves and we laughed a lot. When he walked me home, I tripped and he held my arm so I wouldn't fall down. When he touched my bare arm with his hand I felt something like an electric shock going through my body. When we got home I could feel that he wanted to kiss me but I held back, I don't know why. Probably it was my upbringing, or he being a "gringo", I don't know, but I just held out my hand even though I really wanted him to kiss me. That night I masturbated picturing him naked and making love to me.
I have always been very passionate, I started masturbating when I went to live in Guadalajara with my cousins, but even before that I would rub myself against a falling tree, or a rock or something, but I never had an orgasm until one afternoon when my cousin and I were alone in the house. I had just been living there for a couple of weeks. I was fifteen and Laura, my cousin was a year older. It was very warm so I was wearing just a dress and panties, Laura was wearing shorts and a T-Shirt. We were sitting in the patio of her house and we were talking about her boyfriend, she was telling me that when they were able to be alone for a while he would hiss her and fondle her through her clothes. I could see her nipples getting hard through the thin fabric of her top while she kept on telling me about her boyfriend. She said she had already let him fondle her breasts beneath her bra and a couple of times he had sucked them. She was always horny when he left, and she masturbated at night. She asked me if I liked to play with myself and in order not to seem to naive I said yes even though I never had.
"I'm getting horny right now just thinking about Carlos sucking my tits", Laura said and she started running her hands over her breasts. I just looked while she kept running her hands all over her breasts and pinching her nipples through her T-shirt. She then hooked her fingers under her shirt and in one fluid motion took it off. I had seen her naked before, when she came the room we shared after taking a shower and dropped her towel before she dressed. Her breasts were larger than mine and the bush between her legs had a lot more hair than mine. She kept caressing her breasts for a while and then she stood up and took of her shorts, she sat down and spread her legs and started masturbating in front of me.
Seeing her naked before had never made me feel anything, but this time I was felling a warm glow in my loins, so I put my hand beneath my dress and started caressing myself through my cotton panties. Laura looked at me and told me to undress. After a moment of hesitation, I did, and we sat in front of each other masturbating. That was the first time I came.
After that, whenever Laura saw her boyfriend, which was two or three times a week, she would masturbate at night and so would I, at first we did it with the lights out and under the covers. Hearing Laura moan excited me and I am sure she also got excited hearing my moans. But pretty soon we would leave a small lamp on and lie naked on our beds watching each other.
Laura would tell me everything she did with her boyfriend and how they were now masturbating each other. She said he was kind of rough when he stroked her pussy and that she liked it better when she masturbated. But she also said that she liked to make him come in her hand. She said that one time she had tasted his come and after that she always licked her hand clean after he came. She said this excited him a lot and he would get hard again.
She then told me how she had catched her brother watching her through the bathroom window when she showered, trying to get a glimpse of her nude body when she came out of the shower. She said that after that she never closed the shower curtain to let him have a good view. She then asked me to spy on her brother when he was peeping because she wanted to know if he was masturbating while he watched her. Raul, her brother was fourteen at the time.