Fucking was our common language [MF]

There I was, on all fours on the bed. Head down, ass up, knees spread. He was behind me, holding my arms behind me, as he ruthlessly fucking the living daylights out of me. My nipples were rock hard, and my pussy was clamping down as he was balls deep inside of me. He was such a good fuck. Any woman would be over the top with him. With such astonishment, I turned my head around, made eye contact and asked

*”Holy fuck, where did you fuck like that?”*

That’s when he gave me this dumbfounded, blank stare, not saying a word. He seemed confused, concerned. I was a little embarrassed, turned my head to face forward and just remembered that he didn’t speak any English.

It couldn’t have been more than a hour ago, that I was at this bar. I was tagging along, on my husband’s work trip. He’s off working, while I explored the city on my own. For all you curious pervs out there, I was wearing a jean skirt and cute blue halter top. My tits were out there and on display, but not completely over the top.

That’s when I stumbled upon this cute Mexican bar/restaurant. A typical hole in the wall, I found a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. I was enjoying my drink, listening to the music, taking in the ambiance of the bar. Looking around, I was the only Caucasian there. Everybody was speaking Spanish, which I knew none of. For all I know, they could have been talking about me.

That’s when this really cute Spanish man comes up to me. Let’s call him Typical guy, trying to pick up a girl at the bar. I’m getting ready to say my typical rebuttal “I’m waiting for my husband” so I can shoo him off. But as I get a better look at him, he’s just stunningly good looking. Think Enrique Iglesias hot. Anyways, I pause for just a second and that’s when he starts talking… in Spanish… Of course, I had no idea what he was saying…

*I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish*
*I’m sorry, I don’t understand…*

Enrique tried to find the bartender to help translate, and I was about to take out my phone to help. But that’s when he pulled something out of his pocket, a shiny square wrapper… a condom. Ah, the universal sign of fucking… He had the condom, in his fingers, and pointed it to me…

*Yes?*

What nerves of steel this guy had. He didn’t even know my name, speak my language, and within 20 seconds of coming up to me, he points a condom in my face. And you know what, to be honest, that was hot as fuck. I think by then, some of the bar patrons were catching onto what was going on. I had this grin on my face when I replied…

*Si, Senor!*

That’s when I took the condom from his fingers, paid my bar bill, and walked out with him, his hand already on my ass.

I brought him back to the hotel, and it didn’t take long for us to rip our clothes off. Within 30 seconds, I was already on my knees, sucking on his cock. We didn’t know each other’s names, couldn’t speak the same language, but his cock was shoved deep down my throat. Fuck, he was rock hard, I wish I could taste him again now.

Eventually, he motioned me to the bed. I spread my legs open, as he crawled up, put the condom on, and slid inside of me. Have to admit, he was a very good fuck. Had the perfect curve to hit all the right spots. As he mounted me, his weight was on top of me. My legs wrapped around his back. Eventually we switched positions and we come back to the doggystyle position from the beginning of this post.

As I turned my head back around to face forward, I remembered my faux pas. No matter, he was absolutely railing me, pounding me from behind. To be honest, I didn’t need to talk to him, I didn’t really care. We were just fucking, just raw primal fucking. After a little bit of doggy, I motioned for him to lie down on the bed. That’s when I started kissing him, and stroking his cock. Then I slowly took the condom off, unwrapping his cock.

“Si?” Is this okay? As I was nodding my head yes, hoping he would understand. Without hesitation, he helped me take the condom off. That’s when I got up, swung my leg over his hip, mounted him, and lowered myself onto his bare, raw cock. I was bouncing up and down on top of him. My tits were swaying, my hair flowing, my moans growing louder and louder. I was fucking him as hard as he was fucking me, I’m basically riding him like a fucking toy. He was getting close to cumming, and without even thinking, I just bobbed up and down until he came. I just sat on his cock, unprotected raw, as he unloaded inside of me. Fuck, I could almost remember his pulses as he drained his balls inside of me.

It didn’t take long, for him to get out of there. After he was done with me, he got up, got dressed, and tried to say something to me, in Spanish. Again, I didn’t understand. So only after a few tries, he gave up, and just left.

[picture of my outfit](https://i.imgur.com/VgRfGUY.jpg)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ae62s5/fucking_was_our_common_language_mf