The first thing I noticed when we deplaned from the C-130 transport in La Ceiba, Honduras was the sweltering heat and humidity radiating from the tarmac which served the local Honduran military outpost a few miles away. I was part of a Marine Corps forward deployed training group, back in the early 1980s, whose mission was to prepare the Honduran army regiment at La Ceiba to participate in a joint U. S. Military air, land and sea assault exercise.
The exercise was designed to show the flag and rattle the sabers in sight of the communist dictator in Nicaragua. There were about five officers and 10 enlisted marines in our group, and we were transported by bus to the Honduran army compound. The officers were put up in the officer quarters, along with the Honduran officers. I shared a room with another lieutenant by the name of Jose. We became good friends and he became my tour guide on our liberty trip into town that night.
Southern Command regulations required us to wear our cammies while on liberty so that we could be clearly identified as American troops. The Honduran army escorted us around town with an armed entourage of plain clothes military police. Nicaraguan rebels had been known to commit random acts of terrorism, so I did not feel too comfortable at first, being unarmed myself. But as the night wore on I realized that we were well protected, and the locals were very friendly people who were really glad to see us.
We stopped at several bars and had a few beers. Our host then bussed us to a whore house, thinking that everyone of us would want to get laid in the Latin tradition. Since most of the officers were married, and we didn't have a good feeling about the threat of STDs our first night in country, we politely declined their offer.
Around midnight, we finally ended up at a large, open air disco that was very crowded with young men and women. Jose bought us a couple of cold beers and we sat by ourselves at a table, listening to the seductive music and watching the young hot and sweaty bodies grinding away on the dance floor. I had been chosen for this mission because of my fluency in Spanish. I had spent several years stationed in Spain, and studied the language at an extension university under the tutelage of a real Spanish professor. Whenever I conversed in Spanish I always got a lot of attention from the locals, who were amazed that a blond-haired, blue-eyed gringo could speak such good Spanish.
As we sat next to the dance floor with a pretty good buzz going on, I caught the eye of a very beautiful young senorita sitting at a table with three other young ladies, about 20 feet away. I smiled at her and she smiled back, shyly, showing a perfect set of pearl white teeth, which contrasted distinctly with her dark, shoulder length hair and her almond colored skin.
For the next 10 minutes we continued to play peek-a-boo with each other, as she giggled and whispered with her young friends. I mentioned to Jose how beautiful she was and he asked me if I wanted to meet her. Hesitating only momentarily, and under the influence of the cold beer, I replied that I did want to meet her.
Jose got up and walked over to her table and leaned over and whispered something into her ear. He then stepped back and grasped her chair as she got up and followed him back to our table. I stood up and politely offered my hand as I introduced myself. She again smiled a shy smile, glancing down at her feet as she reached out and lightly shook my hand. As graciously as I could, I bowed my head and gently kissed her hand, in my best impression of Zorro! Her fingers were very long and delicate, her skin smooth and soft to the touch, and I could see that her nails were well manicured and painted a deep ruby red.
She told me her name was Elisa and that she was 18 years old. She was wearing a simple knee length, white cotton sundress that accentuated her striking figure. She looked to be about 5'6'' and 120 pounds. The glowing skin of her face, arms and legs was flawless and smooth, without any visible imperfections. She had dark brown eyes set on top of high cheek bones, a small but well chiseled nose and chin, and wet, full lips which were a slightly lighter shade than her creamed coffee colored skin. The hot humid night caused the perspiration on her skin to glisten like a thousand tiny diamonds. The sweet smell of her perfume wafted over to me as she stood before me smiling and looking into my eyes. Her ample visibly breasts rose and fell, as her breathing became slightly labored. She continued to blush as Jose held her chair as she leaned forward from the waist and looked back to sit down.
I got a quick glimpse down the front of her dress and was rewarded with a clear view of her deep cleavage pressed between her ample melon sized breasts that were supported by a simple white cotton bra. The plain natural beauty of this young woman was no less than breathtaking. Her bright white smile and fleshy lips were so intoxicating and inviting.
We ordered a pitcher of sangria and joked and drank for the next hour as I got to know more about her. By the time the second pitcher was empty, we all had a very warm buzz going, and my Spanish had improved considerably. Elisa let me know she enjoyed my company by allowing me to sneak a few quick kisses during which she would flick her tongue out to tease me.
By now it was close to 2:00 am and was time for us to return to the base. As we walked down the unpaved street toward her home, hand in hand, I found myself half-way falling in love, struggling with the fact I was happily married, yet afraid I would never see this beautiful 18 year old senorita again. We dropped her off at her parent's house and I leaned forward to give her another quick kiss, as she looked around to make sure nobody was looking. As we embraced I could feel her full breasts pressed tightly against my chest, my hardening penis rubbing against her hip. She thrust her warm wet tongue into my mouth as I sucked it in then released it, sucking and nibbling on her luscious lips. She finally pushed me away, and with a sly smile she turned and went through the gate leading to her small house.