I decided to celebrate the Mexican Day of the Dead by inviting my Mexican friend to visit. His name is Luis, he's 12 years younger than me, and he's, well, let's just say he's a little lacking in documentation to be in this country. Luis has the best smile, and every time we talk I feel great. We've talked of many things, from travel to Marxism, but never shared anything more intimate than a kiss.
On the night I invited Luis to come, he brought his 20-year-old cousin along for the evening too. Hey, the more the merrier, right? Tequila, music, and tacos! We chatted, I showed them photos of my trip to Mexico, and when the cousin wasn't looking Luis stole some sweet kisses. I started sending the cousin on errands just so I could get more kisses. I love his full lips and his dark eyes. As he got more comfortable (and more tequila) he started cuddling on the couch with me. I was loving this!
The music was playing, I wanted to dance. With two young Latinos in the house there has to be dancing. I teased them with my usual joke "get naked and dance". I always say that at parties, and no one ever does. These guys were no exception, they were not taking off their clothes. They challenged me back... you first. Did I mention that we were drinking tequila? I don't normally drink, and it was hitting me fast and hard. No way am I taking off my shirt first! Tell the cousin to take off his shirt, and Luis, you can remove my shirt if you want. There, I'm safe, no guy is going to take off "his" girls shirt in front of his cousin, right?
The cousin took off his shirt and I danced with him. I love dancing. I'm a little dizzy from the alcohol, but with a cute young and now shirtless Mexican, the quality of my dancing isn't really important. The next thing I know, I feel my shirt starting to lift. I turn to face Luis as he takes my shirt off. This young man loves big breasts, and he's enjoying having me dancing in front of him wearing a bra and jeans. As I started to remove his shirt (fair is fair you know), I realized that the cousin didn't back off. He's still dancing behind me, so I grind my ass into him, while Luis is kissing my breasts.
Luis made the next move, letting my jeans drop to the floor with a "clunk" from the belt buckle. My heart is racing. I'm now in my underwear in front of two men I barely know, and they are keeping their bodies close to mine. I'm a little embarrassed, but wildly turned on, and I have to get them out of their jeans too. Once the jeans are gone, I feel their hard cocks grinding against me. Do I dare touch them?