Silvia
Last night I hadn't planned on making love with Triana. We needed to get up early to hit the road to the zipline place. We kissed goodnight, and I was expecting to fall asleep.
Triana, my little sex kitten, had other ideas. I'd rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. I felt the bed move, and then my sweet girl snuggled up to me. We were sleeping only in our panties, and when I felt her finger against my hip, I knew we weren't going right to sleep.
Triana teased me, her fingertip sliding gently along my hip to my ass and back again. When she whispered she was hungry, I melted. She slipped her fingers into my waistband, moving closer as she reached over my pubes to massage me.
Rubbing, teasing, and whispering what she would do to me made me shiver. I could have said no, but Triana makes me do what she wants me to.
She changed positions so that I could roll onto my back. Next, Triana lifted the waistband of my panties, and I raised my hips so she could slide them down my legs.
Triana moved over me, her legs between mine, her face over my breasts. She began nursing as she moved her hips like she was fucking me in a missionary position. I wrapped my legs around her, holding her tight to me.
She paused, "You like this, don't you, mamacita."
I looked into her eyes, "Yes, you make me feel wonderful, Triana."
Triana grinned, "I like making you feel like this. I feel it too."
Then she lowered her face and continued suckling me. My hands massaged her back as she continued grinding against me. She shifted position now and then until she hit our magic spot.
I whispered, "Fuck yes, baby girl."
Triana bit my nipple, tugging it, "Mmm, mamacita. I like being your bebita.
The way Triana talked to me while we fucked, made love, or whatever you want to call it, added to my arousal. Lloyd was never vocal or used naughty words. I loved how Triana made me feel sexy, dirty and wanted. She knew how to excite me, and her sweet little body added to my pleasure.
She kept humping away on me, her hard little clit pounding against mine as she sucked and tugged my nipples. I managed to hold her head on one breast making her focus there. She got the idea and stayed to play with that one. I managed to grab her ass cheeks, squeezing them as she drove me to the edge.
It wasn't long before I bear-hugged my bebita while reaching another climax. Triana was a well-tuned little sex machine. I've never had this many climaxes, even on my honeymoon.
When I returned to earth, Triana was still on top of me, happily licking and sucking my breasts.
I squeezed her ass and whispered, "Gracias, mi bebita."
Triana giggled, "De nada mami."
This was starting to get kinky, I knew what we both said, and I didn't mind what it implied. I knew she wasn't my baby. I guess what you play in bed is your business as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. I lay there wondering what other little kinks I'd discover with Triana before our vacation was over.
Before going to sleep, Triana slipped to my side and nuzzled my neck. I was content but knew I had to get up extra early now to shower before we left for our zipline adventure. Of course, it probably would be a long shower if I knew my little minx and her insatiable appetite. I may not be falling in love, but this was the next best thing.
The alarm in my head went off a little too early. I actually had to pee, so I got up and checked my phone for the time. I was about ninety minutes early, with plenty of time to shower and get dressed. Triana was used to getting up early, and when I got out of bed, she followed me to shower.
This trip has been an education in so many ways. I'd rarely had shower sex when I was married, and now it seemed like every single shower was another chance for an orgasm or two. It was routine, either.
This time after getting wet and soaping down, Triana and I mutually masturbated each other. We started off soaping one another down, kissing and boob smushing. Then she washed my pussy, and naturally, I did hers. We stood facing each other, kissing as our fingers toyed with our clits. Soon it was too much. We sat on the shower floor, water streaming down our bodies as we gave each other quick climaxes using our fingers.
After that, we kissed, rinsed off, and dressed so Triana could make breakfast. I hoped I'd have the stamina to hang on to the zipline. All this lovemaking was wearing me out, yet I wanted more.
My bebita made those delicious chorreadas again for breakfast. She made more than enough breakfast, figuring we'd take some as snacks during the day. I watched and helped as much as possible, not wanting to be in her way.
It wasn't long before Ines and Megan popped in and got their coffee. If I didn't know any better, Triana seemed to fawn over Megan more than she had earlier in our trip. It was fine with me; they were closer in age than Triana and I. Maybe Triana was opening up more since we were now all in the open with our feelings for one another.
The contrasts between Triana, my short, sweet mocha-skinned vixen, and Megan, my tall, adorable, somewhat inexperienced daughter, made my mind wander slightly into a different place. I quickly got that out of my mind as we sat down to enjoy our meal and coffee.
Excitement filled the air as Ines told us about the rules and the safety equipment. She reminded us to listen to the guides and have fun.
When we finished eating, Megan helped Triana in the kitchen while Ines and I packed the minivan. Then off we went on a scenic two-hour drive. Megan was upfront with Ines, as usual. They were speaking Spanish with Triana as I sat back and listened.
I caught a few words now and then, and when something interesting came up, Triana would translate.
When we arrived, the zipline place already had a small line. I gave Ines money for Triana, and she paid for all of us. We waited in line, listening to all the exciting conversations; some were scared, but most were very enthusiastic. Our wait was maybe forty-five minutes. We listened to the guides as they went over all the safety things, donned our helmets then Megan led off.
I couldn't tell the difference between her screaming and laughing, and she was having so much fun as she slid out of sight down the long cable. Next up was Triana. She was very nervous but was all laughter and smiles when she launched.
I went next; it was better than any Disneyland ride. The views were incredible; this was the first of nine we were doing today. Ines was behind me, and I stood with my two girls as we watched her slide into the station; she was grinning as she landed. We all hugged and got ready for our second trip. Megan and Triana were giddy, talking in Spanish and English about their rides.
This next leg had two cables, so we went in pairs. Triana and Megan, then Ines and me. From then on, it was singles again. I could see why this was so popular; we laughed, recounted what we saw, and had a fantastic day. The end of our day was capped off with a butterfly garden. We walked among hundreds of them as they fluttered in a large enclosed area.
Next time, we will break up the birding with more ziplines assuming there is a next time. The drive home was tranquil. Ines and I were the only ones still awake. The girls were worn out, which surprised me.
Since Triana was with us, she didn't have a chance to make dinner, so we stopped in the little town near our house. Ines bought dinner, puntarenas, or fish tacos with mango salsa. We enjoyed them, but Triana said she would have made them differently, so we asked her to make them the day after we went snorkeling. She smiled and was delighted we wanted them.
After dinner, we played pool and sipped wine. Instead of playing individual games, we teamed up, switching partners every third game. Of course, whoever was with Triana won, mainly because Triana's partner didn't get many shots.
Tomorrow was a rest day, and we'd hang out here and play in the pool, the ocean or relax. I was ready to relax and enjoy doing nothing.
Bedtime found Triana and me playing again. This time it was a bit different. We traded places, with Triana on the bottom with me on top.
We started talking, facing each other. Then kissing, hands roaming, until Triana rolled onto her back, taking me with her. We continued kissing until Triana suggested I get between her legs like we were in the morning. It initially felt odd to me, but Triana got what she wanted with her words. Not that I didn't enjoy nursing her sweet, perfect breasts, but finding that position, so we aligned our clits seemed more difficult for me than it had been for her.
Maybe being smaller and more flexible helped. I did manage to get that position, and we both reached that pinnacle, not at the same time, but it did happen. It reminded me I needed more cardio when we returned home.
However, one thing doesn't seem to change with my bebita, and that's how she talks to me.
She gently guides with her words, offering praise, suggestions, and sometimes questions. You might say she knows just what to say to get me into a state of heightened passion.
Despite how I felt about Triana, I wondered what making love with someone closer to my age would be like. Triana seemed to be insatiable, which isn't a bad thing. I was doing my best to keep up with her.
