Journal From Las Cruces, Part 2
(Naked Women)
By Aleq de Satyr
"A man who dwells not with women has no understanding of them".
Anon
Marisa, an Enigma within an Enigma
After many postponements, Perla finally drove me on a hot Friday afternoon to the Puebla Mujeres to meet her older sister Marisa, and some old friends. And to seek her help with my project.
"You've just got to meet Marisa" she'd said, "I've told her so much about you and she's dying to meet you." Perla left me in the custody of Marisa, in her clean and comfortable apartment, and promptly disappeared into the bowels of the commune where she previously lived for a while.
I must say I was attracted to Marisa's 50 year old supple body, and her rugged good looks. Her slightly pock-marked face notwithstanding. She wore a maroon baseball cap, beneath which her long black hair lightly streaked with strands of grey, hung like a waterfall. She also wore a light blue thong that barely covered her abundant pubic hair, which also grew lavishly on her inner thighs. Her breasts with pierced nipples were bare. She seemed quite comfortable in her nudity. I was taken aback, but not shocked.
As we talked over some tequila, a young woman wearing only a scanty net panty came in to get some ice.
"Does anybody wear clothes around here?" I asked. "Yes, when they go to bed" laughed Marisa. "Some of the women here are barracudas. They'll eat you alive, present company included," she smiled.
"In which case I'd love to be eaten alive," I smiled back.
By then my erection was already evident inside my pants, and had begun to draw Marisa's attention. She seemed overheated and restless, her eyes shifting back and forth to my crotch as we talked.
"You know Roy, we live in a repressed society" said Marisa. "We're not free to meet strangers. We're not free with our bodies. I've always liked my body and feel good about it. All the women here feel positive about their bodies. Nudism is like a religion around here" she added. I told her I was also into nudism myself.
"Then take off your clothes and be free. Besides it's as hot as a witch's twat" she laughed, as she peeled off her thong.
Marisa offered me some homegrown sensimilia after I undressed. It was quite strong. "Perla told me a lot about you Roy, so I asked her to bring you along. So far I'm impressed with what I see" she said, gazing at my resplendent erection. "You seem like a very cool dude, and I'm looking for excitement" she said.
We were fully engaged, in close quarters, intimate in no time. I guess we instantly fell in lust as Perla would say. I was amazed. "You've turned me on tremendously Roy" said Marisa gulping down her drink.
"When it comes down to desire, I tend to follow my basest instincts and try not to be discreet about it," she cooed. Marisa's sensuality was overwhelming, filling me with raw desire.
A lazy knowing smile spread across her full lips. The look in her eyes was easy to read. The guitar music of Enrique Granados filled the apartment. Marisa walked over to me and grasped my dick. "Dios mio, it's so hard" she whispered. Then she kissed me hard on the lips as she squeezed my cock.
"I suspect you're quite a stud as Perla said" she muttered in a low throaty voice. I slid my hand between Marisa's legs and felt her cunt. It was very wet.
She lay on her bed with her legs spread wide open. Her vulva parted to reveal the fleshy pink, juicy inner lips and a big throbbing clitoris. It made my mouth water
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "You have the biggest, most gorgeous cunt I've seen in a while." I was fascinated.
"It's a real woman's cunt, a shameless slut; eager and ready to devour your dick. Do you think you can handle her?...We don't want you falling in and breaking your neck" she teased.
"Now, take your time and fuck me for as long as you can. And be warned, it is extremely wet in there" she whispered, stroking her juice-drenched rigid clitoris. My cock became super hard, bolt upright, watching Marisa.