“That noise, that incessant noise, I recognize it, but from where?” RRRRRIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!!!! I finally figure out it’s the phone, the old school land line style with the ever popular ringtone, Lullaby of the Banshees, on high. My mind was foggy, the room was dark, my senses were non existent, my memory was fuzzy, the few bits I could recall were….mayhem. I shook my head, reached for the Banshee mumbling something along the lines of “mmljioyhelmmcjdhfkj , can you lmahfoeij a;lkjthal;jr, or hfaoiufaj;la ;, what? nlahfopehalkth;ljlnlm……” My good friend EL was on the other line rapidly relating some story about something and someone and and and and and and, you get the idea. Somewhere in this mess of a story I heard Rosarito, Free, your name is gonna be _______. My mind snapped to. I had been on a 3 month + party tour with no end in sight, Rosarito might just be a good place to rest, or die, same thing to me at this point.
“EL, EL….EL!” I yelled in to the receiver, “What’s this about Rosarito, me, a fake name?” EL burps into the phone, cause he’s a dick, then tells me how we are posing as interns to audit a vacation package for a fictional Company he created our Senior Year of High School (roughly 18 months prior). We were getting a 2 week, all expenses paid vacation to Rosarito, Mexico with a Freshman College party group of 40 students, 85% female at that. I had some ridiculous name like Neal Antakeit (Neal and Take it, get it, so clever, man we were stupid shits as kids). What could go wrong? Did I mention my tendency to incite Mayhem? It’s a gift.
I packed my party kit (emergency bribe money/condoms) I was wearing board shorts, a hat, sun glasses, a T shirt with my lucky gemstone necklace. I travel light, tend to buy what I need as I go. I was ready to go, helpful, since we had to be in San Diego in less than 2 hours or we would miss the bus to the Tijuana Airport (yes, we flew Tijuana Air, utterly terrifying). Traffic laws were broken, a passenger (EL) might have dribbled in his shorts a lil’ at one particularly hairy overtake. We got on and got in, as they say.
We were the last ones to the arrive, which was my style a the time. Make a grand entrance, meet everyone in one shot while surveying the landscape. Today was no different, EL stepped aside to let me enter the bus first, knowing my style. I waited till everyone was looking at us (after about 30 seconds of just standing still smiling) I launched into my introduction, telling the group a little about EL and myself, then followed by going around the bus meeting everyone all the while cracking jokes, not to mention flirting heavily, heavily I say. EL jumped into the act now and again to flirt here and there to establish himself as an Alpha Male (we were into this nonsense back then). It worked, what can I say, we were all young.
We walked to the back of the bus, while I made sure to pay extra attention to the ladies who had caught my eye during the introduction. We sat in the back, alone along the long bench, just EL and I. EL proceeded to stretch out across the bench and go to sleep. I slid to the window on the opposite side to get ready for my nap. About 20 minutes into the ride, this sexy human nervously sat next to me introducing herself as Quick Rice, I started laughing immediately (she was Filipino) and I found this hilariously offensive, she told me how it was due to her introducing herself on the first day of College by saying her favorite food was Quick Rice,bam, nickname bestowed.
Quick Rice was about 5’ with medium jet black thick hair, soft caramel skin and a voluptuous body. She was a student athlete and it showed in her toned legs, and especially her calves. Her lips looked soft and inviting, plump, I felt like satisfaction was guaranteed if I ever got the opportunity to experience a blow job from her. Her demeanor was shy and naive, with some repressed Catholic School Girl thrown in. Th this moment her face was flush, her eyes wide and sexy as hell. They were a deep dark chocolate brown, I pictured them looking up at me from between my legs, I shuddered a little. I smiled, she leaned in. “Can I ask you a personal question?” I smiled, figuring it would be something lame, she looked around leaning into me, she whispered. “How big is your dick?” I smiled,let the fun begin. “How deep is your pussy?” was my quick reply. She blushed, stammering, “No, really, how big?” big smile, “You can measure it if you want.” Her eyes got BIG. “How?” I leaned in close and whispered “With your hand.” Long pause. “Or mouth.” I leaned back, her face was a mix of curiosity, lust and fear. The sexual tension was enveloping us, the rest of the world disappeared. She looked around and licked her lips, unintentionally turning me on further. I raised an eyebrow gesturing at my lap with a sly head nod. She looked at my lap, then my face, then around the bus, I gently placed my hand over hers and lifted it slowly, letting her guide the direction, as I moved our hands up, she moved them towards my zipper, my heart started pounding, was she gonna do it right here? Let the mayhem begin I thought! Her hand was over my zipper, just grazing the material, just far enough to feel my heat but not actually touch my now throbbing member. She kept her eyes glued to my lap, watching my shorts jump and twitch, she was fascinated. I was ready to explode.
The heat was radiating from her body, I swear I could smell her scent, sweet and musky. It was driving me nuts, I had to know what she tasted like, what her lips would feel like on me. My brain was frantically trying to figure out how not to fuck this up (remember the mayhem I mentioned earlier?) suddenly she moved her hand away, my heart sank, was this it? She looked around, then took my hand in hers, gently placing it between her legs, Her leggings were soaking wet and volcanic. At this point my erection was achingly painful, I needed relief and her hotness/intoxicating smell where not helping. She rubbed my fingers up and down, soaking them, letting me feel her lips through the material, the folds, the heat, each touch made her body tingle, her eyes were glassy, skin soaking with sweat, her heartbeat was visible under her neon tube top (I loved her style) her round perky breasts heaving, her nipples trying desperately to cut through the material. My fingers became slick, I started to take over, slowly circling her lips, applying pressure here, there, using my thumb to tickle her, watching her melt in front of me. It was ecstasy. Just when I thought it was gonna get out of control, she moved my hand, telling me she’d get an extra room key and give it to me when we checked in, then she got up leaving me sitting there with an uncomfortable erection and some serious fantasies. I was sure of it now, this trip was going to be epic.
Part 2 Coming soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/82luex/quick_rice_mf