Recapping an evening from the summer that brings a smile to this young man’s face, as I start hammering away on this keyboard.
To frame things, I was home for the summer between junior and senior years at a popular state university, living with my parents, working hard to make as much money as possible to offset the cost of school and negate the need for student loans. My parents were kind enough to provide half of the cost of school, so the other half was on me, as it had been for my older sisters. The job I worked with a residential construction company put me behind the wheel of their flatbed delivery truck, working as many hours as I could get in a week, allowing me the luxury to work less during the school year. I was fortunate in that my efforts paid off, and the foremen and crews treated me well. I’d earned their trust the previous summers working as a laborer, and they helped make the hard work enjoyable. I averaged 50 to 55 hours per week, and the overtime pay padded my wallet nicely.
With that, I had little time to socialize, but I was able to stay in contact with friends and play basketball two to three times a week. I partied some but valued making money and sleep too much to go overboard. A few weeks into summer break, my family planned a week of festivities around the wedding of my cousin, whose family lived in the same city as we did. There were dozens of relatives and guests arriving from out of town, our houses were all full, and there was no shortage of opportunities to engage in activity celebrating the wedding. Despite the distractions, I continued to work steadily, taking just a few days off to see everyone.
My parents’ house was full, with my sister Beth (29) and husband Brad staying in her old room. My grandparents were set up in my room, with cousins and their kids filling the family room in the basement of our old house. For the week, I volunteered to live in a rustic studio above the garage at the back of the house. My other sister, Valerie (25) was the wild child, an art major with little aspiration to live a conventional life. She’d just broken things off with boyfriend #10, and arrived back at the house, staying in her old room. She invited a close friend from college, Marta, to keep her company for the summer. They viewed this as party week, or more precisely, free party week, free because other people would pick up the bar tabs most every night. The house was electric all week long.
The days I took off I helped make breakfasts for the gang, entertained some of the younger cousins, and ran errands for my folks. Each day, some or all would end up at the neighborhood swim club to cool off in the hot afternoon. This was the best time. I noticed some of my mother’s friends in a way I’d never seen them before; older women aging nicely, tanned and in conservative bikinis. A teenage cousin was teasing the boys her age at the pool, while Valerie and Marta put themselves on view, not just with their good looks, but also demonstrative behavior. Everyone was having fun.
Day moved into night, and alcohol flowed at the nightly BBQ’s. Smaller groups took off after dinner to let loose at the bars downtown. One particular night, a large group around 20 strong, hopped from bar to bar for several hours. Having to work the next day, I returned home around 11:00 to sleep, a little buzzed from a few drinks, but in-control still. I sacked out in the double bed in the small, secluded studio. As I drifted off, I was pleased at how good the week was going, and I fell asleep quickly.
I woke up around 2:00 am when people arrived back home but dozed off again quickly. A bit later, I woke up again to someone sitting on my bed, realizing quickly that it was Marta. Saying nothing but, “Hi”, she leaned in to kiss me moving from my lips to my neck. I thought this was both strange and erotic, letting her proceed, and reaching my arms around her waist to invite her in to be closer. As I did, I quietly asked her what was up. Drunk, she giggled that she was in my room and on my bed because she was going to win a bet she’d made with Valerie. Curious, I asked what the bet was, and how she planned to win. Her response surprised and aroused me, and the kissing came to a halt.
The bet these drunken sluts concocted had to do with Marta and her ability to fuck me, in my bed, now! She told me Valerie said I had a reputation as a guy that would only fuck sorority girls, picky in that I liked sweet (not so) innocent, cheerleader types. The type of girl that dressed exactly like the other girls, all with the same flattened hair, tight shorts, uppity attitudes, and overuse of the words, “really, gotcha, and like.” As they talked, Marta thought that I might just be a challenge for her, and, that by fucking me this night she would satisfy that ‘horny itch’ she was suddenly feeling. Valerie dropped the challenge and Marta accepted straight away; confident she had the goods to shake me into a new world of more exotic pussy. Marta (and Valerie), you see, were the farthest things from the sorority type, at least that this small city had to offer. More to the point, that I was so discriminating, I’d never be seen with, let alone have sex with an exotic, woman of color.
Marta was an international mix of several flavors. Born in Chile, she was a woman of the world, more from the Southern Hemisphere, than the Northern. She was dark and tall, with toned legs, broad hips, a thin waist and free, natural breasts. Tattoos and piercings added to her seductive looks. Her dark eyes gleamed, framed by long raven-hair. With Marta, shaving seemed to be optional, hairy armpits adding a carefree and exotic quality to this sultry siren.
She’d changed out of her clothes, wearing just flip-slops, sheer purple panties and a tight, purple and yellow tie-dyed tank top. Even in the darkness of the room, the outfit left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts moved freely as she bounded about on the bed, talking with her mouth, her eyes, her hands and her body. Her movements were as entertaining as learning about this provocative little bet. I was having fun, and knowing I would have more very soon, I playfully asked her why she was so sure she could take me down. Understanding this as a challenge, she closed in on me, pushing into me with her hips and her cleavage, telling me in a low and slow voice that no man had ever not bought what she was selling.
About the bet, it seems Valerie put up $500 (money she probably did not have), because she was drunk and not thinking clearly. Marta didn’t care one bit about the money, but she was both horny and competitive, and her desire was to satisfy those desires. With that statement, I knew I could get what I wanted, but to do so, she needed to feel the heat of the moment, and understand she could still lose the bet.
I asked her point blank, “What happens if I say NO!” The question shocked her just enough to believe that I might be in cahoots with Valerie, and that she’d need to pay out $500 (money she probably did not have), and a thought she could not have imagined just minutes before. Pausing to consider options for a few seconds, I decided that there was no way I could lose. Fuck Marta now, or play my cards right, and fuck Marta all summer long.
Being drunk made her gullible, and I wanted to close the deal by stating the obvious, “Marta, if I don’t agree, I lose out one night of action, and you lose $500. But what I want now, is your commitment that if you fuck me tonight, then I fuck you the rest of the summer. Deal or no deal?”, I asked.
It was clear she was flustered, and I enjoyed trying to predict what would come out of her mouth next. Had she not been impaired, I’m certain she would have called my bluff, turning the tables on me and making me beg to keep that delicious filly in my bed. A few seconds passed, and all she could stammer was, “Look at me, just look at me and tell me you don’t want all of this right now!”
Playing on her mistaken belief about my type of girl, I responded, “It’s not that, and I agree with you completely. You’re stunning. It’s just that I might not be in your league, and having just one shot at all this, what if I whiff? What then? To keep from being deeply disappointed in myself, I need an assurance that I get more than one swing at what you’ve offered.”
With that said, I moved in close, kissed her, shoving my tongue into her hungry mouth, and with my hands, I roamed the most sensitive areas south of her equator, pushing my advantage. In the process, I rolled her onto me, knowing I’d ask her to make a decision in a minute, but wanting to make sure she felt some heat from me. After a bit, I pulled back, and said straight-away, “Marta, do we have a deal, Yes or No?” She responded softly with a Yes, and physically by spreading her legs over one of my thighs and rubbing her pussy back and forth over the top of my leg. Even though I knew her to be flighty, I believed she would honor her word, and we were off to the races.
With her consent, I gave into her and she got busy with passionate, wet, lip-smacking and tongue flicking kisses. As she did, she started sliding the length of her 5’9″ against my 6’3″. Her body was firm, but soft where it mattered, and she rose up to pull the tank top over her head, giving me full access to her firm, dark-nippled breasts as she brought her body down again to mine. As I played with her, tongue licking and kissing her gorgeous hanging breasts, my hands went to her ass, and I slid her panties down off her hips, pulling her down hard and into me as I tugged. A couple minutes elapsed before we shifted positions to get fully naked. We were hot and bothered now, both hungry for the other, and she again pushed me back and laid at my side. Her hand went to my stiff cock, stroking in long motions, as my hand went between her legs, easily finding her pussy because she was so wet, her soft pubic hair slick with her juices.
Little time elapsed and I grabbed the one condom I had at my disposal, handed it to her, and she deftly rolled it over my hard cock. Straddling now, she lowered herself onto me, and slowly rocked up and down. She fucked me like this for five minutes, before rolling off me to lay on her side, and push her ass into me, encouraging me to enter her from the back. As I did, I lifted her left leg high, giving me access to thrust hard and deep into that soft, wet part of her. When my hands were not teasing her tits and nipples, stroking her hair, or running up and down her body, my fingers would find her clitoris, and I just played with her while we fucked. Slow, then fast, deep and shallow.
I had access to every part of this exotic, sexy woman, and for 15 minutes we fucked. She moaned hard a couple times, shaking once and squeezing her pussy, clamping around my hard, throbbing dick. As she did, she felt wetter and wetter. I started to tire, so I rose up on my knees and pistoned into her for a hard 90 seconds before my orgasm, then collapsing on top of her.
We fell asleep, and oddly tired, I woke up ahead of my alarm a few short hours later. I took a moment to drink her in, long and lean body, full breasts, sexy hips, and soft, dark skin. I’d never admit if she was my first exotic, but she was the best girl in bed I’d been with. This night would, no doubt, add a new dimension to a suddenly interesting summer in my hometown.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/clsxvc/mf_exotic_bluff