Here is the link to part 1
… Between lunch and dinner I napped. We made quick work of our jobs and finished early. Rumors had already gotten around to the crew about what I had done and they all wanted the illicit details. I wasn’t ready to kiss and tell especially that night. The girls were coming to pick me up and were waiting when I got off work.
They were in a brand new Jeep. Daphne drove, Velma was in the passenger seat, and I hopped in the back. We had conversation when we could. The wind made it nearly impossible. I found this out. Daphne and Velma’s folks were well off. They were from eastern Canada. The families would “Spring” at the resort here with all the bells and whistles. Daphne’s BF was Velma’s brother’s best friend and they grew up together. The girls were 20 and the boys were about 4-5 years older.
We pulled into the parking garage and the minute we got out, Daphne had me against a concrete column. Our mouths fought for every tantalizing taste we could get. Not to be outdone Velma continued this exploration. I had never known women like this and they had me wrapped around their collective fingers.
The plan was that we would all have dinner with the family. Go to a club or whatever and then it would be Velma and me, while Daphne was with her BF and Velma’s brother would tag along. This never happened.
Dinner went as well as could be expected. Dining with folks from the other side of the tracks was nothing new to me. It’s amazing how they think it’s a novelty. Like having a black friend or knowing “a gay”. I was waiting on the guys to show up to maybe feel insulted more or to get a reprieve. They were an hour late. While we ate and waited the girls took turns grabbing my cock under the table and teasing me. I decided to play their game too only realizing they were prepared and without panties on under their sundresses.
When the guys arrived they were lobster red, well beyond wasted and hanging out with four other fellas they met playing golf. Daphne adored this moment. She was relieved and could also play the angry girlfriend too.
It was nearly 9 when they got dressed to go out. Velma and I had already fucked once while she was changing and Daphne yelled at her, man. We did a couple of shots before we left and they called for a car. Although Daphne was happy to have this time for just us she was a little upset. I placed my hand between her legs and massaged her pussy on the ride there allowing her to relax. We got to my hotel and as I changed Daphne grabbed my package sat me on the bed, knelt down and went after my cock as hungrily as she could. She slightly changed positions as Velma slowly lowered herself on my face and rubbed her freshly fucked pussy over my mouth and tongue. Daphne eventually got tired of sucking (magnificently by the way) and just crawled on top of me. Hearing their moans together finally got me rolling. Daphne felt it in my hips and thrust. She pulled me out of her and jacked me off the rest of the way.
Instead of going dancing we went to the hotel bar and drank, talked and laughed. We would finish our adventure how we started it. In the shower and back in bed.
I got a letter from Velma and Daphne about 6 months later. A picture of them in Spain, on the back “really wish you were here.” Long loving and erotic letters from them both. I wrote back, but never heard from them again. I hate to think what I would’ve missed out on if I messed up postage or something.
*I remembered their names after I thought about the letter.
*This trip was when my one friend started his affair (trust me with your life, not…)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bjg2ug/mff_viva_mexico_and_canada_part_2