Mingling in Medellin [MF]

It was about 1:00am when I was awoken from my slumber by a guitar riff. Us millennials may be familiar with the same riff from the Trick Daddy track “Lets Go.” This however was Ozzy Osbournes Crazy Train, the dedicated ringtone I had assigned to Crazy Uncle George. I answered the phone still half asleep to an excitable voice on the other end.

“Hey kid, how do you feel about an all expenses paid trip to South America, Luci and I are hitting Europe.”

[*Ok. Hold the bus. Let’s pause for a second. I should probably introduce Crazy Uncle George before I go any further. Uncle George used to live 10 minutes down the road from me with his wife Sarah. Sarah was a narcissist. The narcissists narcissist, moody, whiney and an all-around cold-hearted bitch. George; great guy, funny, charming, would have given Sarah his last Rolo. One day George had put up with his last mood swing from Sarah and disappeared off the face of this earth. This guy didn’t ghost his wife, he ghosted his entire existence. Rumours went around that he’d went to America or died while hunting Rhino-hunters in South Africa. Nobody knew. That was until he sent us a picture of him with his new wife Luciana in Colombia. Turns out he’d travelled South America, fell in love and settled in Medellin where he set up his own property business, renting out condos. Now, lets rewind. Back to the story.*]

“Hey kid, how do you feel about an all expenses paid trip to South America, Luci and I are hitting Europe.”

“What the fuck George, its 1 in the morning here.”

“I know kid, that’s why I’m phoning you now before it gets too late! What’dya say? I need someone to look after my business while I’m gone!”

“I thought you had agents for that type of shit” I groan, wanting nothing more than to get back to my dream of having my head buried between Margot Robbies thighs. (It was that scene from Wolf of Wall Street.)

“Yeahhhhh, but I need someone to look after my house too.”

“I thought you had a maid for that type of shit?”

“Yeahhh but….”

Uncle George had two beautiful rottweiler guard dogs Rosie and Roxy who were probably only capable of smothering a would be intruder to death with face kisses. He was too embarrassed to admit it but he didn’t like leaving his girls alone with people who were not family.

“Ok George, I’ll come and look after the dogs.”

“See, I always said you were my favourite nephew!”

I was his only nephew.

I had less than a week to prepare and break the news to my boss that I had to take holidays at short notice to go babysit a couple of overgrown puppies, 5000 miles away. A family emergency boss. Vague. Not entirely untrue. Kinda.

The next night I loaded up old faithful, Tinder, and started a subscription that allowed me swipe in Medellin in the hope of finding some company while I was there. I done a load of swipes, thought nothing of it and went to bed. By the time I woke up I had a whole load of matches, and over the next few days they were landing more frequently than the planes at LAX. This was different gravy to Tindering in the Western World. There was more variety than a Cineworld Pick ‘n’ Mix. Fluffy marshmallows, delicious golden caramel and a whole bunch of Hot Tamales. Luckily, I swiped left on a couple of rogue Fizzy Balls that had found their way amongst the pink bon bons. Dodgy. I had so many matches I narrowed it down and focused my attention on 3 that had stood out more than the others.

**Girl 1**

**Name: Andrea**

**Age: 27**

**Looks: 5/10**

**Personality: 10/10**

By the time I landed in Medellin it was late Sunday evening, 3 flights and 20 hours later from leaving my place, to touching down on Colombian soil. I was connected to the inflight wifi and Andrea was Whatsapping me throughout. She wasn’t the most attractive girl on the planet. She had a bit of a frumpy mum-bod with a pretty face. The more we talked, the more attractive she became. She was VERY keen and probably realised she wasn’t the only girl I was messaging. Short of meeting me on the runway, Andrea was looking to come over pretty much as soon as I landed. I was tired, exhausted even, but her personality had drawn me to her and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Andrea was a massage therapist at one of the local football clubs so I told her I could be doing with a professional touch after a long day.

It must have been 10pm by the time I was settled at Uncle Georges guest suite. George and Luci had already departed that morning and I was let in by the maid. I was surprised at Andreas willingness to come over so late. I sent her the address. She was kinda shy on arrival. I wasted no time stripping to my boxers and lying face down so I could get my therapeutic massage. Not gonna lie, it felt amazing. After working down from my neck and shoulders to my nether regions, she tugged at the waistband of my boxers, and pulled them down to get in about my hamstring and groin.

She started getting a little more intimate with my erogenous zones. Then something happened. A lightning bolt shot through my body. I felt soft bare skin and some warm wetness on my lower back. I looked round to see Andrea totally naked, her pussy lips touching my lower back. I turned my body over and she continued her “therapy” on the front of my body. I was hard from the sensation of her pussy on my back previously. By the time she got to my thighs and groin my dick was pulsing.

She carried on rubbing my balls and tugging on my shaft. I motioned her upwards where she ran her pussy along the length of my dick, leaving the shaft wet with her juices. I closed my eyes and felt that familiar “pop.” She had slid down on top of me and I was inside her. She was grinding her hips back and forth and leaving the base of my dick covered in wetness. I was ready to unload, grabbed her ass with both hands, and pulled her into me while I pumped a load into her. Andrea had to get home for work in the morning. I collapsed naked in bed and slept for a solid 12 hours. Andrea was like the fluffy marshmallow, not that exciting to look at but leaves you feeling satisfied.

**Girl 2**

**Name: Viviana**

**Age: 24**

**Looks: 8/10**

**Personality: 0/10**

I was enjoying the Medellin lifestyle. The weather was nice, the people were nice, and everything seemed so relaxed like it was going in slow motion. On Wednesday I had to handover the keys to a Condo for one of Georges Airbnb guests. I had planned to meet Viviana for an evening of dinner and drinks afterwards. Viviana was hot. She had bleached blond hair, that contrasted her skin tone, and meat in all the right places to give her body a curvy hourglass shape. She had a whole load of enhancements. Fake arse, fake tits, fake eyelashes, fake hair, fake nails. She gave me a Sofia Vergara type of vibe. Online, Viviana was great. Intelligent, had a good career and spoke perfect English. Even more so, she was straight to the point. She wanted someone to take her somewhere nice and maybe hook up afterwards. I was forward too. I’m looking to get my dick wet. Viviana offered to be a tour guide of sorts. A mutually beneficial match.

In person Viviana was as interesting as a bottle of hand sanitiser in 2019. We went to a fancy steakhouse in the trendy district of El Poblado, where she spent half the night making sure her Instagram followers knew where and what she was eating. Viviana looked great though so I was still going to shag her. Maybe her and Sarah could be friends. I took Viviana to one of Georges empty Condos where we had some pretty vanilla sex in missionary, with a condom on. A sack of potatoes would have got more involved. I pounded away watching the vibrations reverberate up her skin and make her tits jiggle. It was watching these oversized bazookas that helped me finish. I nutted inside the condom and made no reservations about letting her know it was time to go. Viviana was like sweet golden caramel. Looks appetising. Quickly gets sickening. Man I hope Rosie and Roxy don’t sniff her out and judge me when I get back.

**Girl 3**

**Name: Daniela**

**Age: 19**

**Looks: 9.5**

**Personality: Potential stabber**

If Build-A-Babe was a thing then you’d come out of there with a girl looking like Daniela. Long brunette hair all the way down her back, smokey eyes, slim without being anorexic, perfect proportions all the way around. She was tad on the young side for me, but absolutely smoking hot, and seemed like a lot of fun in an unhinged hyperactive way. Trouble was she could only do Wednesday or Saturday night. Hindsight and all that, wish we’d done Wednesday. We had another dilemma. Daniela wasn’t too comfortable travelling into the main area of the City alone and, as a foreigner, taking a trip into the neighbourhoods of Medellin was obviously not wise and potentially dangerous. Which is why, after two whiskeys and the promise of a homecooked dinner I hopped straight in a taxi and headed to Danielas. Voy a el barrio mi amigo.

Credit where credit is due. At 19 I could only make a pot noodle. Daniela came out of her kitchen like a little chef butterfly juggling plates of Empanadas, cutlery, glasses and all sorts. It became obvious why she was so restricted on nights she could meet up. There was toddler paraphernalia tucked into corners of her living room. Wednesday and Saturday must have been her night off from mumming. After dinner and a bottle of wine we hit harder beverages while watching some bullshit on Netflix. She was like 63 episodes deep, of about 1004 in total. Dios mio. Daniela spoke with a lot of slang. I could barely understand her. What I could understand though was that she was looking for a pumping.

Gradually throughout the night, as if perfectly normal she stripped off her clothing bit by bit, until she was sitting there in just a bra and panties. The more alcohol consumed, the more playful she got. She had ended up sitting in my lap while watching this show, which allowed me to run my hands all over her body, and over the top of her panties. She ended up straddling me. We kissed. Then she started playfighting me. Wait, what the fuck. Was this a playfight? Or was she actually fighting me here. The force of it said real fight. The psychotic giggle said play. We rolled about until we were on her floor and exhausted. I had her pinned face down. She giggled and said something I didn’t understand. It sounded like a dare. I pushed her panties down and then my trousers, with her flailing hand from under her helping them along.

I pushed into her from behind, prone bone. With both hands on the floor for balance I pumped hard, with each thrust making a hard slapping sound followed by a coinciding groan from Daniela. I wasn’t going to last long. I didn’t want it to end but instinct made me go harder and faster. I brought myself right to the edge and pulled out. I couldn’t let it finish so quickly. I went down and tongued her pussy from behind. One of her hands slipped under to play with her clit. She came to a shuddering orgasm and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

I wasn’t finished. Here I was rock solid dick, dripping precum in the middle of a Colombian ghetto. I helped her to her knees, her eyes still glazed from her orgasm and the drunkenness of hard spirits. I stood up, she wrapped her hand around me and began sucking, taking me to the point she was gagging. She was circling her clit with her other hand. I pushed on her shoulder, gesturing her to get on her back. Her legs were up over my shoulders and I entered her. Her pussy was soaked and swollen. It had a different sensation this time around. I pounded so hard and deep my dick was hitting her cervix. The floor of this raggedy old chalet was creaking with every thrust. She grabbed my arms and moaned. As I blew my load I pushed myself one final time deep in her. My dick must have pulsed ten times inside her, unloading more sperm with every beat. I collapsed on the floor. “Fuckkkkk.” We looked at each other. We laughed. Hot Tamale!

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