Trips to Mexico City are not pleasant. I’d been here for a week to teach a class and, depending on what part of the city you visit, you can either have a fantastic time or wonder if you’ll make it out alive. I usually don’t have a problem of safety. It was more about comfort. At my height and build, not many people bothered me. I’m sure my military background didn’t hurt either as I’ve been told I carry myself with some authority. When I’m taller and broader than everyone around me, very few people want to cause trouble.
This week’s class had been close quarter combat drills with the Policia Especial de Cuidad Mexico. Mexico city’s version of SWAT. While the Mexicans might be smaller than me, they made up for it in enthusiasm. Maybe I’d taught them too well because by the end of the week, they’d learned how to disarm me, sweep my legs, and I’d end up flat on my ass. I’d done my job and they were happy, which meant I got paid and that’s all that mattered.
Thankfully, for this trip, they’d put me up in a little nicer place. A “resort” they called it. It left a lot to be desired, but it would be a good place to kick back and relax for the weekend. I’d booked a few extra days to sit by the pool and drink whiskey before heading back to winter in Virginia. As my driver took me back, I was looking forward to a quiet evening, a good steak, and a stiff drink.
What I found when I arrived was anything but quiet. The resort was packed. The lobby was full of kids in board shorts and bikinis and the pool was almost elbow-to-elbow. I stopped at the concierge to check for messages and asked what was going on.
He shrugged. “Spring break.”
You have got to be kidding me. After the week I’ve had, now I get to put up with drunk college kids for the next two days. The whiskey was sounding even better.
I stopped and made a reservation at the restaurant. Not surprisingly, they had plenty of tables open for later in the evening. The kids were there to party, not enjoy a nice meal. I made my way up to my room and took a quick shower. Stepping out on the balcony, I could look down on to the pool and see they’d set up a DJ. The pool was full of bodies dancing and drinking. Now that I stopped and looked, the view wasn’t so bad. Groups of girls were starting to form, their young bodies pushed up against one another trying to find space. The noise might be a little much but the scenery might make it all ok.
I headed down to dinner and asked for a table out on the patio near the pool. The smell of sunscreen and Dos Equis filled the air. On one side of the pool, they’d made a makeshift sand volleyball court where a mixed doubles match was going on. The girls bounced nicely.
I ordered a steak, medium rare, a double on the rocks, and sat back to watch the free show. Who knows, maybe I’ll get laid. Doubt it. Most of these girls are so easy that getting in their pants isn’t exactly a challenge. I’ve been around the block enough times to know that it’s more fun when the girl has some substance to go along with the body.
I took my time with my meal and watched the groups of kids flow around the pool. There was the group of frat boys, obviously having cut for the past month and probably not touching a carb until today to make sure their six packs were in top form. They would work the pool in small groups, approaching groups of girls and using their best pick-up lines only to get shot down. There was the group of girls who had the one friend who’d flash her tits at the drop of a hat. You could tell it made some of them uncomfortable, some curious, and some ready to party like the slut that would make their daddy at home as mad as anything. Jello shots were making their way around the pool as the DJ continued keep the music pulsing, just like the bodies.
As I sat back, enjoying my drink, and making up stories in my head, one couple stood out. Not because they were anything special but because, first, they were obviously a couple, which was weird enough, but second because you could tell the guy didn’t want to be here.
The girl was thin, a redhead, and sported a modest black biking. The guy was skinny, like weirdly so for his height and obviously uncomfortable. Not that the girl looked like she was having much more fun, but she didn’t have a wrinkled up nose like she’d just smelled an errant fart.
They weren’t talking, just sitting there. Not that you could really hear much over the music and the crowd, but they weren’t even trying. He actually had a book with him. What kind of spring break trip was this? I watched them for a while as they watched people. The guy was nursing a beer in a plastic cup and she had some fruity drink. I’d put my money on a daiquiri. She seemed like the daiquiri type because that’s what you order when you don’t know anything else.
As she looked around the pool, her eyes caught mine for a second. And actually, she held the look a second longer than I anticipated before the shyly looked away. Interesting.
The out-of-place couple sat there for a while longer before the guy finally leaned over and said something in her ear. He rubbed his temples and it was obvious that he was telling her that he had a headache. I watched them discuss this for a bit before he finally stood up and she nodded. He took his book and headed into the lobby, evidently ready to call it a night and sleep off his headache. To my surprise, she stayed. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was that they’d just gotten there and she wanted to enjoy the atmosphere. Maybe it was our shared look earlier. I didn’t know. But I thought, “what the hell,” and wasn’t going to let the opportunity go to waste.
I flagged down a server and ordered a drink to be sent over her way. A real drink, not that fruity concoction with the umbrella she was drinking. A few minutes later, I watched the server hand her a glass and gesture my way. She looked over and I raised my glass in a toast. She smiled and looked away.
I paid my bill and walked out to the pool to find the skinny redhead in the black bikini. She was right where I left her but she’d picked up company. One of the frat boys had made her way over and was chatting her up. Thankfully, the seat beside her was still open.
“Hey, buddy,” I shouted, as I approached where she was seated. “You’re blocking my chair.”
Frat boy turned around ready to assert his dominance over the situation but paused when he saw I wasn’t a 20-something competition.
“Dude,” he started. “I think you’re mixed up. This is a party.” He put his hand on my chest to stop me. Mistake.
A quick step to the outside of his foot closest to the pool and a gentle pressure on his shoulder from the opposite side, and frat boy stumbled, right into the water. The crowd around us looked surprised and a laugh and cheer went up from the crowd.
“Mind if I sit down,” I asked.
“Sure,” redhead replied. “Thanks for that. He was a little obnoxious.”
“What happened to your boyfriend,” I asked. “It didn’t seem like this is his thing,” I commented as a gestured around the pool.
“He had a headache and, you’re right, this isn’t his thing. I asked him to come with me because I thought it would be fun, but I think I made a mistake. He went back to the room.”
“Shame,” I looked at the party. “This could be fun. I’m Matt,” I said and held out my hand.
“Nina,” she smiled and shook my hand. Her hands were small and her fingers thin. I always notice hands. Long slender fingers on a woman are very attractive. They always feel good wrapped around my cock and I couldn’t help but let my hand linger there.
“Well, Nina,” I began, “What brings you to Mexico,” I asked.
“I wanted adventure. I wanted to get out and do something different. I wanted to cut loose for a weekend. But Max is going to bring the whole thing down.” She looked disappointed. I also noticed that both the daiquiri and my drink were gone.
“What do you say you and I go for a walk,” I suggested.
She agreed and we started winding our way around the pool. On the way out, I stopped at the bar and picked up a couple more drinks. A little social lubrication and a girl who wants a little fun. That’s a promising combination and a little more liquid courage might just push her over the edge.
I took her hand and led her away from the crowd and into the gardens. The foliage was tall, something like a maze, and during the daytime you could explore and feel like you were in the jungle. The music was still loud as it was almost impossible to escape, but there were very few people.
When we got to the entrance of the gardens, I stepped aside and gestured for her to go first. “After you.”
She walked forward and my eyes were drawn to her hips. They were wide and her black bikini bottoms did little to cover her tight ass. Her long red hair cascaded down her back and perfectly highlighted her hourglass shape. She walked into the darkness and I followed close behind.
The paths wound through jungle like maze and seemed to swallow us whole the deeper we got. Nina held my hand as she walked forward slowly. She seemed timid and unsure of herself. She slowed and I came up close behind her, my hand on her hips. She stood perfectly still in the darkness and I pressed myself against her from behind. I could smell her hair and feel her bare skin against my arms. Slowly, I ran my hand up her front and cupped her breast. She pushed back against me and I could feel myself begin to get hard. I caressed her breast and felt her nipple begin to harden under my touch. I gave it a gentle pinch and I could hear her sharp intake of breath as she pushed back against me harder.
“Follow me,” I told her and I took her hand. She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation and a bit of apprehension. I led her through the garden and back into the lobby. People continued to stream in and out of the pool and lobby and no one noticed as I led her to the elevator. We made our way to the fourth floor and down the hall to my room.
I unlocked the door and led her inside. She stood just inside the door in the darkened room.
“Where do you want me,” she asked, her voice barely audible over the music.
“Come to the balcony. It’s got a great view,” I told her.
Obediently, she walked across the room and out on to the balcony. The crowd of people below us in full party mode. I walked close behind her, took her hands and placed them on the railing of the balcony so she could look over and see the people below, in full view of anyone who might look up. I pushed her forward, bending her over slightly at her waist, leaning forward.
Her nipples were clearly visible through her bikini top. I ran my hands down the side of her long legs and back up the inside, letting my fingers brush against her pussy outside of her bikini bottoms. Her breathing deepened and her hips began to sway slightly. Back up to her hips, I ran my thumbs under the sides of her bikini and I slowly pulled them down her legs and over her feet, dropping them on the floor beside us. I sat down in the deck chair and pulled myself up close behind her. Her lovely ass directly in my face, I began to take small bites on her butt cheeks. She yelped a little and began to turn around.
Forcefully, I put my hand on the small of her back, bending her back over.
“Move, and I stop,” I warned. I saw her fingers grip the rail tighter.
I slipped my head down and let my tongue begin to explore. I could taste her wetness and Nina spread her legs a little wider. Long, slow licks up and down her slit and she shivered a little. I began to let my tongue probe between the folds of her pussy and she pushed back against my face. She was sweet and wet as I slowly began to tongue fuck her.
With the rhythm of the music, I let my tongue glide back and forth in and out of her. My hands found their way around front and I began to gently rub her clit. Glancing up, I could she her red hair fall around her face, her eyes closed, not caring if anyone from below saw or not.
As quickly as it started, her legs began to quiver. She pushed up on to her tip toes as her legs shook. I pressed into her clit a little harder and pushed my tongue as far in to her as possible. She pushed back against my face, arms stretched as far as they would go, bent over to give me as deep access as I could reach. One hand reached back and grabbed the back of my head, pushing me deeply into her as the shaking became more intense and finally her body relaxed.
I sat back and watched her stand there in the darkness, her long legs spread with a small drip of wetness running down the inside of her leg.
“Turn around,” I told her and I began to unbuckle my pants. My cock was hard as I pulled it free. Her eyes got wide as she looked at my hard cock. “Now it’s your turn.”
“I…. I…. I don’t usually do that,” she stammered.
“I wasn’t asking,” I explained. “Get down on your knees and I’ll show you what to do.”
She kneeled before me and took my cock in her hand. “It’s so big,” she said. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“We will go slow. You’ll be just fine.”
I wrapped my fingers in her long red hair and pulled her face towards my cock. With her hand still wrapped around the base, I placed my hand over hers and I rubbed the head over her lips. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue wetting her lips.
“Lick the head,” I told her and she obeyed, her tongue darting out of her mouth and tracing the edges of my erect head.
“Now, open your mouth,” I commanded and she did. Slowly, I pushed the head of my cock past her lips and into her mouth. “Relax your jaw,” I said and I could feel myself slip deeper into her mouth. With my hand still in her hair, I began to move her head up and down on the head of my cock.
She obviously had no clue what she was doing, but she was willing to learn and let me move her head slowly up and down, spit starting to lubricate my shaft.
“Now, use your hand and keep going,” I told her. Holding just the head of my cock in her mouth, she began stroking me, letting her long fingers slide up and down my hardness. I took my hand off of hers and let her continue at her pace, leaning back in the chair and watching her work on my cock.
Her head bobbed up and down quicker as she picked up the pace.
“Now, lean back on your legs,” I instructed. She did and I stood up in front of her. My cock standing straight out, hard, in front of her mouth. “Keep going. Suck it,” I told he
She didn’t waste any time and my cock was back in her mouth. Her hand pumping up and down on my shaft as she tried to take as much into her mouth as possible. From the light of the party below us, I could see her eyes watering.
“You’re going to swallow, you know that, right,” I asked. She stopped, taking my cock from her mouth but not releasing her grip. “Again,” I said, “I wasn’t asking.” Her eyes widened and she nodded slowly. “Keep going.”
Slowly, tentatively, she took me back in her mouth and began to work on my cock.
I could feel myself getting close to cumming and I stepped forward, closer to her. I put a hand on the back of her head and she didn’t fight or pull back. Good girls. I began to cum, filling her mouth. I heard her choke a little and cum dripped from the sides of her mouth, down on to her small breasts and legs. I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as I finished.
She swallowed as much as she could, trying to keep me as far in her mouth as possible.
When I was finished, I sat back down in the chair, Nina still kneeling before me. She came forward and put her head on my lap.
“Was that ok,” she asked.
“That was very good,” I told her and she smiled up at me. “Now, I need you to do two things,” I told her. “First, you’re going to head back to your room and you’re going to kiss Max.”
She began to protest. “But won’t he taste…” she started when I interrupted.
“I don’t care. Tell him you’ve been drinking but I want you to kiss him so deeply that he doesn’t care.”
She nodded.
“Second, you’re going to come here and meet me in my room tomorrow. 11 a.m. Wear the bikini.”
“But what about my time with Max,” she argued.
“Not my problem. I’m going to make sure you get the adventure and a weekend to cut loose that you wanted. But do to that, you have to do as I say. You’ll figure it out.”
She rested her head on my lap. “I’ll be here.”
I picked up her bikini bottoms and handed the to her. I pulled her to her feet and walked her to the door. Giving her a sharp slap on the ass, I opened the door and she walked out into the hallway holding her bottoms in her hand.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7gvq2t/educating_nina_mforalcuckold_first_story_open_to
looking forward to more of this story….