(A TIGER)
*Do you have a husband?* you ask. The question seems somehow comical once the words have left your mouth. You cough/ feeling strangely uncomfortable. Something about the way Maria Marquez is staring at you.
Shaking her head: *I have many boyfriends but they dont know how to make love to a woman. They only know how to FUCK FUCK FUCK and fall asleep.*
Youve arrived at a quiet stretch of the beach. Behind you the town is hidden by the trees.
As the Brazilian touches your arm you feel a strange almost electrical tingle pass through your body. She looks into your face. Her pupils swelling. Lips moist. *Its easy to fake it. The men here are so stupid* she informs you. *Only a woman really knows how to make me come.*
Lost for words. Try not to let the shock show on your face.
*Have you ever been with a woman?* she asks.
*What do you mean?* You know exactly what she means.
*Together with another woman? Fucking her?*
*No.* You say this quietly/ your cheeks burning up. Feel your stomach tightening. You look at this woman/ a cocktail of terror and longing coursing through your blood.
Taking hold of your face with both hands Maria Marquez thrusts her mouth against yours. Her lips soft against your own. Her cheap perfume intoxicates you. She edges her wet tongue into your mouth and you feel the surge of electricity.
But you are confused. You shake your head/ pull away.
See the wicked smile curling Marias lips. She nudges you. You fall back onto the sand. *Take off your clothes* she says.
*What?*
*Take them off!* She is serious. *Please Rachel.*
You could easily get to your feet/ shove her indignantly out the way and storm off back to your hotel but you dont do this. Instead you pull off your shoes and socks. The sand is hot against your heels. Your vagina is moist.
*Hurry!* The Brazilian claps her hands together impatiently.
You pull your t-shirt up over your head.
Maria studies your breasts. *And the rest* she says.
So you unzip the jeans and pull them down/ kicking them off over your feet. As you remove your g-string you see Marias hand moving up between her dark legs.
*Now touch yourself!* she commands.
*What?* The sand scratches against your body. Burning your calfs/ buttocks/ heels/ shoulders.
*I want you to fuck your hand.* Maria lifts her skirt just enough for you to see that her crotch is bare. No underwear. Buried in amongst the thick raven tufts of hair her labia glisten.
It surprises and excites you that your body has turned her on like this. See how she desires you Rachel?
Cool breeze tingling over your skin. Stomach tightening. You rub the thumb of your left hand over your nipple and allow your legs to fall open. It is so wild and strange to be watched like this/ to be watched performing this most private act.
The Brazilians dark eyes take in every detail as you slip a finger into your pussy. Tracing it up between the soft folds towards your clitoris.
Maria Helena Marquez wriggles her hips gently from side to side as if dancing to some slow love song. She runs the tip of her tongue over clean white teeth and grins. The skirt rises up her thighs. Breasts wobbling as she moves.
Arousal is such a glorious feeling dont you think sugar? Your whole body tingles. You ache to have every part of you touched: your ears lips breasts belly and deep inside. Can you feel it Rachel? The way your body has come alive to every sensation? You are like a tiger waiting to pounce.
Opening your eyes you gaze dreamily around your small candle-lit bedroom. You watch the golden shadows dancing around the walls. Everything seems so bright. Every colour every smell every thought is vivid and clear.
Your finger slowly circles - not yet touching the sensitive bud - just caressing the hot flesh around it so it moves around under its hood. All the while your left hand pinches and pulls at your nipple.
Heart pounding.
Toes curling.
What would your Mother think if she saw you now? Or Gavin? What would Leanne Nesbit with her amazing double-D tits think of you? Would she think you were dirty? Selfish? Sad?
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