My name is David. I'm a 35 year old investment broker. I've been pretty straight-laced all of my life-doing the right things, knowing the right people. I've had my share of relationships and even almost got married a couple of times. Every once in a while the rat race gets to me. For this particular break in the action I decided to seek refuge on a beach in Mexico. Actually, I rented a little cottage near the beach and spent most of the time drenching myself in sunscreen and lying in the sand. Late in the afternoon on my last full day there, while sunning myself and dreading having to go back to work the following week, I was awakened from my light slumber by a noise.
I rose up off my back on to my elbows and looked in the direction of the noise just in time to see a pretty young Mexican girl settling on to the sand a few feet away, digging her little toes into the moist granules. She was in a worn white dress, her sandals perched near her bare feet. I bade her good day with "Hola," one of the few words of Spanish that I knew.
She slowly looked towards me and managed a smile on a sad-looking face, mouthing the word back. She had the face of a street urchin, but her sexiness was undeniable. Digging out my Spanish translation, I managed to make something of a conversation with her. I found out her name-Maria Hernandez, that she was 21 years old-although considering her youthful appearance I was certain that she was lying about that, and that she had come to the city in the hope of finding a new life away from the poverty of her village. But her dreams had turned to dust and all she was hoping for now was to somehow get enough money so that she could just get back to her village.
I could see her eyeing a half-eaten sandwich that I had bought for myself, now dumped into the sand next to me. I told her that I was growing hungry and asked her if she would like to get something to eat-my treat. She smiled and nodded. We went to a small diner near the beach. The girl ate as if she were starving. As she finished I grew a little awkward, not knowing how to proceed or even if I should. Using my translator, I simply asked if she would like to come back to my place to get out of the heat. To my surprise, she agreed.
We entered my place-nothing more than a studio with a bathroom. The bed was unmade, but it was too late to straighten up. I turned on the radio and tuned in a local station. That seemed the relax her a bit and we sat on a small sofa in the room. As we talked, me in very broken Spanish, she related how hard life had been for her for the last few months. I asked her when she had last slept indoors and she said she couldn't remember.
Finally noticing that she was physical dirty, I suggested that she take a shower. She looked at me suspiciously, but after sufficient coaxing she went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. I heard the water run and she emerged a several minutes later. She was drying her shoulder-length hair with a towel as she exited. She looked like an advertisement for smoldering sexuality. She sat back on the sofa, smiled and said "Gracias."
Something overcame me at that point. I don't know what. I immediately moved next to her placed my hand on her knee, rubbing her soft skin. She closed her eyes and shook for a moment. I cupped her face in my hands and she opened her eyes and smiled slightly. Then to my shock she rose, stood in front of me and began disrobing. Perhaps she thought that this would somehow get her back home. She undid her dress and let it drop to the floor. She was then clad in a pair of worn white panties and an equally worn bra. I gasped at how beautiful her body was. She was about 5'6" and 120 pounds, with soft curves and a very large chest that strained against a bra that was obviously way too small.
I rose to my feet as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, her huge beautiful breasts spilling out of the cups. They sagged only slightly, and it was a natural sag from their weight. She had dark, well-formed nipples that were slightly larger than a quarter. I immediately took her in my arms, kissing her mouth deeply-my tongue overpowering hers, then exploring the depths of her mouth. Then I moved down and ravaged her neck with my mouth and tongue. She tossed her head slowly from side to side. I put my hands into her panties and rubbed her soft butt cheeks. I pulled the panties down slightly and they too fell to the floor. There she was, a gorgeous Mexican girl in my arms for the taking. And I resolved that I would take her in every way possible.
I kissed and licked down her neck, then chest, and began devouring her huge breasts. She had to have been a size 38 or 40 with a D-cup. I sucked hard on her nipples as she moaned softly-tasting them, making them hard. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, having a nine inch hard-on standing straight out. I sucked and squeezed the soft flesh of her tits for a few more moments, then lifted her off her dainty feet and laid her in bed. I was immediately all over her. I squeezed her tits and cupped her pussy as I kissed her mouth and neck passionately. Never had I been overcome with such pure animal lust. She was wet. It took everything to overcome the urge to simply slam into her.