In our bed, late at night, a day or two after showing me the photos from her summer around the pool and in the cabana, Nora recalled for me another significant sexual experience. "James, I want to tell you now about an intense experience I had while I was a student at the Art Institute. It was in the middle of my junior year. Remembering this always arouses me, and sometimes I masturbate as I recall the hot details. "
As she began to talk, Nora turned on her side toward me and reached down to take my cock in her hand. As she recalled her experience for me she very slowly and softly began to stroke me and I soon began to harden.
"His name was Tomas Acosta. He was a senior. I had met him a few times before but we had never had an extended conversation. When I returned for my junior year I came to Chicago a few days early. I went to an exhibition at the Art Institute featuring Latin American artists and Tomas was also there. We began to talk about the exhibition and I liked his insights. He also seemed to know a good deal about the history of art more broadly but especially in his home country, Argentina. We went out for a drink, then dinner, then soon began to date. We had a very pleasant relationship, including good sex. Not highly charged or very inventive but still very nice. And I needed that then.
"Tomas came from a wealthy family in Argentina and he was studying painting at the School of the Art Institute. In early December, when it was very cold here in Chicago, he invited me to come come with him at Christmas to visit his family in Buenos Aires where it would be very warm-- and perhaps to go out to the ranch that the family had owned for generations. My parents let me go. They were going skiing in Aspen.
"For the first two days Tomas showed me the city and late at night we were able to be together for sex in a basement room after everyone else was asleep. It was very nice, very exciting for me because of being in a new city and in a new culture with a man I liked. But after a couple of more days spending most of the time with his very conservative Catholic family, Tomas could tell that I was feeling restless and restricted. He very considerately arranged for us to drive southwest to spend a few days at the Acosta cattle ranch on the pampas nearly a hundred miles southwest of the city. He said that the only people there over the holidays would be the staff for the ranch and that most of them would be enjoying holiday time with their families and working as little as possible.
"Tomas and I made good use of our privacy during the first two days at the ranch. We made love in the farm house and in the hayloft of one of the barns and on the bank of the nearby river. We swam together in the river and in the pool behind the main house. We were staying high much of the time on a drug used by the natives to enhance their own pleasure. Tomas was a sweet boy, very handsome, very attentive as a lover, always thinking of ways to please me sexually and otherwise. We were very comfortable together. I I knew this was a time and place I would long remember.
"James, it is pleasant to recall for you some of these details of my relationship with Tomas Acosta and to share them with you. Beyond what I have told you though, something more happened at the ranch that made my time there more than merely pleasant.
"On the morning of our third day at the ranch, Tomas received a call telling him he needed to return to Buenos Aires because his favorite uncle had become very ill. Tomas gave me the choice whether to return with him or to stay and enjoy the ranch until he could return. I thought I would probably not see much of him if I returned so I said I would like to stay so I could swim in the pool and ride one of the horses while he was away. Before he left, Tomas introduced me to his childhood friend, Mateo, who was being groomed to become the manager of the ranch in a few years. His grandfather had held the same position years ago. Mateo was incredibly handsome and was taller and much more muscular than Tomas, undoubtedly due to his hard work on the ranch. I could hardly take my eyes off of him as Tomas drove away.
"During the afternoon that Tomas left, I went to the pool behind the house to swim and sunbathe. It was very hot. I had loosened my top and was almost asleep when I heard someone approaching. I looked up to see Mateo standing over me. He looked sexy, so exotic to me. He knelt next to me, saying that Tomas had asked him to check on me. He wondered if I was ok and if I needed anything. Perhaps I wanted him to rub lotion on me to protect me from the sun. So I told him yes, I wanted him to do me that favor. From the confident and increasingly intimate way he was touching me I knew that he would keep going as far as I would allow. And soon he must have realized I was ready to let him go as far as he wished. "
'Tomas has asked me to look after you while he is away, Nora, and I intend to take care of you for him,' Mateo said. 'He and I have shared many things over the years and Tomas said before he left he is happy to share you with me if you are willing. I have promised him I will be here for you in any way you wish and I will try to meet your every need.'
I was already very turned on and feeling very daring. 'Mateo, there is nothing I want more than for you to take care of me for Tomas. So show me how you will do that.'
"Mateo suggested that I put a wrap on over my bikini to keep me from burning and that we should take a walk around the estate. He said he first would show me the stables where they kept their best horses, though most of them were in the fields at this time. We went into a barn and he opened the door to one of the stalls and led me to the rear of the stall. He turned me around so that I faced him. He removed my wrap and tossed it to the ground, then reached to untie both the top and the bottom of my bikini and began to kiss me. We kissed passionately until he stepped back and took off his own shirt and then dropped his pants. He had a beautiful copper body, probably a rich mixture of the Spanish with local strains over the generations. In fact his body build is a lot like your's James and you also have a very Mediterranean look, though a lighter shade than Mateo.
"It was hot in the barn and we were both sweating profusely, our bodies slick as we rubbed our naked bodies together. I reached down to feel his cock, immediately hard and so obviously stronger and larger than Tomas. Mateo turned me around so that I was facing the outer wall of the barn and he used his leg to spread my legs a bit and just began to move his cock back and forth across my pussy lips, teasing me over and over, not hurrying, waiting maybe for me to beg for him to come inside. I reached to grab a horse blanket hanging from the wall and threw it down over the hay on the floor. I sat down, then lowered my self flat on the floor and opened my legs wide for him to see that my sex was ready for him."
"I spoke to him, 'Mateo, please come and take care of me as Tomas requested. I can't wait any longer. You can see that.'
"James, what we did together that afternoon in that barn left me breathless. It was the single most intense fucking I had ever had up to that time. He made me come with his hands and his mouth and his cock the first time. Later in the afternoon we swam in the pool together and then had sex in the pool house. It was all good, all very passionate. Not really friendship. Just fucking.
"That evening Tomas returned while Mateo and I were having a beer around the pool after dinner. He asked me with something between a smile and a smirk on his face, 'Nora, has my friend taken good care of you? I asked him to do so and he always seems to know just how to do that. I hope you are happy with his care.' I smiled back at Tomas, perhaps with a hint of guilt in my eyes.