Ro was raised in Córdoba but now lived in Buenos Aires. She had light brown hair, slender, Elfish fingers, and high cheekbones. She was sassy, left my messages “Seen”, and called me gordo — little, fat one. I found her irresistible. Flirting with her was like grasping for knives in a warm, soapy pot, certain I’d be cut, unsure of when and how deep.
On our first video call, she wore a pale Robin egg blue dress with white cherry blossoms across the left hip and right rib cage. I said it looked good on her. She stood, pulled her arms into her chest, and spun around to the right and then left. The hem of her dress waved behind her.
“You’re adorable. I wanna dance with you.”
“I know,” she said, smirking and lifting her shoulder to her cheek. “We Argentinian girls know how to move our bodies.” She rolled her hips side to side. “You wouldn’t last two minutes.”
“Oh really?” I chuckled. “Challenge accepted then.”
“I always win.”
“And I always get what I want. You can win.”
We laughed.
When we finally exchanged pictures of our bodies, I admired her thick, brown hair — parted at the side — draped across her firm breasts, her quarter-sized nipples barely hidden. A bold, dark-brown strip of hair marched down the center of her lower abdomen and separated, accentuating her outer lips. I followed the pink seam between them — from her half-sheathed, engorged clit slicked in her cum to her ridged ass.
“Yeah your body’s alright, I guess,” she replied.
“You’re welcomed to it anytime ?”
“Mmmm ? I’ll think about.”
I booked a flight to BUE that evening.
***
We sat next to each other at a café a few blocks off Avenida 9 de Julio. Pleasantries were soon tossed aside for love. She believed that love was the most powerful force in the universe, that the pain the world felt could be distilled down to a lack of love. I disagreed.
“For me, love is biology, comfort, familiarity, and safety. Love can be found within a larger group of people than you’d think, given the right circumstances.”
She very much disagreed. I felt it best to move on to what we liked in bed. I made sure to add that this was for purely theoretical purposes. There was no expectation to follow through on any of it.
“Sure thing,” she half-whispered, brushing her forearm against mine as she scooted nearer. “That’s why you came all this way, right? To not follow through?”
She said she wanted her ass licked and massaged with the pad of my thumb. Her clit teased but not before kissing her inner thighs. Her hair pulled by the bun — not a haphazard fistful.
We’d unconsciously moved closer and lowered our voices. Our outer thighs and shoulders rested against one another. Her sharp, blue eyes squinted when she focused, eyelashes grazing the lenses of her round, gold-framed glasses. She pushed her hair behind cute, pierced ears, turned, grabbed my face, and pressed her lips against mine. The tip of her tongue brushed against my bottom lip before separating the two. She pulled away. I was pre-cumming in my jeans.
“Purely for theoretical purposes,” she said, smiling. “Meet me here at 2.” She messaged me an address.
***
I napped, showered, and got dressed. After a short taxi ride, I hopped out to Reggaeton shaking the neighboring windows and a disorganized line of people waiting outside. Ro leaned against a brick wall and was surrounded by three men, one of whom was very handsome. She wore a tight, small black dress and was laughing and smiling. Prince Charming brushed a hand against her arm. She and I locked eyes and without excusing herself pushed passed them. She kissed me long and deep and wrapped her arm around mine. As we entered, I ignored what were almost certainly displeased glares from the three musketeers.
She cupped her hand around her mouth and leaned in.
“Follow me,” she said in what might as well have been a whisper. “Don’t lose me.”
We smiled and I held on to her hand as she found us space in the middle of the dance floor. She turned, grabbed my hips, and eased me into a rhythm. I’m a decent dancer — a better fucker to be honest — but it was impossible to be self-conscious with Ro’s hips pressed into mine. She took a half-step away, threw her head back, and closed her eyes, her body undulating and pulsing.
She pushed her dripping body against mine and licked from my collarbone to neck. She put one hand on my butt and the other around the back of my neck. My cock throbbed against my left, inner thigh. I thought he’d rip a hole in my pants, spewing pre-cum all over her and the people dancing closely around us.
She pulled my head down so that our noses touched. I felt her groin grind against my cock, the green, red, and blue strobe lights darting around us. She stared into my eyes.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
She read my lips and nodded. I grabbed her hip, pulling and squeezing her. With the other hand, I cupped the back of her neck, sucked on her bottom lip, and pressed my cock against her pussy. The vibration of her moan echoed across my lips. My head — slicked with pre-cum and sweat — slipped back and forth against my thigh. Our bodies fused together.
She pulled me further into her and swallowed my tongue. She stroked her lips around me, in and out, circling her tongue around mine. She slipped her hand between my pants and skin, grabbing the top of my butt. Her hand found the hem of my shirt and darted up my side. My abdominal muscles rippled as I rolled my body against her. I was close. She pressed her forehead against mine, our noses side to side, our sweat dripping down our cheeks and necks.
“Look at me,” she whispered.
I stared into her blue eyes, my breathing becoming deep and jagged. She was fucking me in the middle of a crowded boliche. I blinked too long and she lifted and tapped her forehead gently against mine. My hands slipped up and down her rib cage. My nose flared, my mouth opened, and I moaned. She ground her pussy up and down the length of my cock. I pulsed as her pussy thrust into my base. She pressed her red, hot lips against me and swirled her tongue around mine. She sucked on me. The inside corners of my eyebrows raised. Hot, thick streams of cum pulsed out of me and soaked my boxer briefs. I bit her bottom lip, all the while lost in her blue eyes. My body smashed against her as she attempted to keep us in time. My legs burned as I moaned into her, cum dripping down the side of my knee and soaking into my pants. We gently kissed and smiled. She pushed her lips to my ear.
“Did I win?” she whispered.
I was soaking in sweat and cum.
***
Stay tuned for part dos!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hdx7t5/buenos_aires_ro_f21_and_sawyer_m29_dance_no