Somewhere over Baja California I had the realization that she and I always seem to meet up in between the rest of life. When jobs ended, or travels overlapped, there we were, drawn together as though by chance, destined to pass some time together before going on to do whatever came next. Typically we would spend a few weeks somewhere, but this trip was open ended. An unspoken agreement, as neither of us had made explicit life plans on the other side. If it worked…then what? Would we move somewhere together? Start the rest of our lives? That’s what we were going to find out. This time it was México City. The last time it was Hanoi, and Rio before that. We had a thing for the tropical metropolis. Anyone can have a romantic time on a beach somewhere, but there’s something special about disappearing among millions of other people, being absorbed by the rhythm and movement of a city that has a life and pulse of its own.
I planned my flight to land the same day as hers, but a few hours earlier. I knew my arrival would be easier if I had some time to get cash, put money on my SIM, and figure out how to get us from the airport to our neighborhood. All of that took much less than the four hours I had to kill before she landed, so I decided to wander outside and get a cheap lunch. All I had to do was walk out of the airport and into the city streets — easier than it sounds at an airport of this size. I picked a random direction based on what I could see from my terminal and started walking. After about ten minutes under the hot sun, following a series of unknown paths, I turned a corner and felt the wave of México City traffic upon me. Pink taxis were lined up at the curb shouting for me or any other new arrival to get in and go wherever they were going. I waved them off and headed down the street, towards the crowded food stands on the corner. I enjoyed some quesadillas with flor de calabaza, huitlacoche, and zetas. Boy did I miss street food.
Back at the airport I sat outside her terminal with a book. The next two hours felt like months, as my mind kept wandering from the words I was reading to the soft touch of her skin. I couldn’t focus for more than a page at a time before I found myself thinking about where I would lick her once I got her undressed.
Finally I looked up and saw her flight number on the screen: *Aterrizado. Landed.* Just a bit more time for her to deplane, get her bag, and go through customs. I stood up and walked over to the group of people waiting for the doors to open. People filtered through intermittently, until finally I saw her walking out. I made a point to remain out of sight, and cut around the group so I could position myself directly in front of her path. She looked towards the crowd as she walked, and didn’t notice me until we were face to face.
She gasped with surprise when she finally recognized me, and we embraced for the first time in over a year. We walked hand in hand out of the airport, past all the expensive yellow taxis waiting inside, retracing my steps back out to the city to catch a pink taxi off the street. We climbed in and set off for Narvarte. The whole ride was a balance somewhere between old friends catching up and new lovers learning each other’s idiosyncrasies.
We got to the building where we were staying and needed to wait outside for the guy to come let us in and show us the place. We were out on the sidewalk with all of our bags for half an hour, sitting ducks for anyone looking to rob a couple of gringos. The guy finally showed up and apologized for being late, *el tráfico es horrible aquí*, and he smiled as he unlocked the door. No problem, we were happy to be there and to finally see the place where we’d be staying.
“This is the key to the street,” he explained, switching to English. We walked up two flights of stairs and down a long hallway until we came to the very last door on the right. “And this is the one for the apartment. It’s nice back here because you are off the street. Very quiet.” All I could think about were our neighbors within earshot of our window who would hear us fucking nonstop for the next week. That thought right there got me hard, as did the prospect of finally being inside the Airbnb we had booked months ago in anticipation of this very moment, when we were finally seeing each other again in the flesh. As we crowded in, the two of us dropped our bags next to the couch while the landlord walked around making sure the water was on and everything was all set up. He gave us the rundown of the place, showing us the hot water and the gas for the stove, going through a printed document that outlined the rules and expectations, reading them word for word even though we had received a copy via email. He gave us a list of suggestions for the neighborhood, told us where to do our laundry, and he even pulled out a map and started circling restaurants.
We caught each other’s eye, and I could see she was as ready as I was for him to leave already, so we could get in bed and start devouring each other, but we did our best to be polite and just keep it short. I tried to emphasize the fact that I had been to CDMX before and had even stayed in this very neighborhood, but, instead of deterring the conversation, that actually prompted him to tell me more about the city and ask me my favorite parts and all that. Just when I had given a satisfactory enough response, I exhaled audibly, looked around, and said thank you so much, it was great meeting you and we have your number in case we need anything else. On his way out the door he found three more things to explain to us, made sure we had the right phone number, and showed me how to use the key to lock the door from the inside.
When he finally left, and I used the key to lock the door behind him from the inside, I turned around and instantly we were on each other, tongues pressing together in our mouths, hands grabbing at everything within reach. I turned her around and pressed my now very hard cock onto her ass so she could feel me through my jeans, and as I licked her neck she reached back and started unbuckling my belt. I stopped her because we were both just on airplanes, and we kind of smelled like it, so we should probably continue this in the shower. I stepped into the bathroom and turned the water on, and when I stepped back out I grabbed her again from behind. My hands slipped down her deep v-neck shirt, under her bra to feel the hardening nipples of her perfectly-sized, perky tits. We clumsily started undressing ourselves and each other, and between every breath we dove back into a tongue tango unlike anything I had experienced in years. We were fierce, aggressive, tearing at each other’s skin as though that too was a garment keeping us from fusing together as one. I pulled away to check the water — still cold. “I don’t know how much longer I can go without having you in my mouth,” I breathed in her ear. “Mmmmm,” she moaned back, “I know.”
Seconds felt like hours, and at that point our mouths were glistening with the other’s saliva. With her back pushed up against the bathroom wall, I slid my hand down the front of her panties and felt her warm, inviting pussy. My middle finger slipped right in, and I felt her breath get taken away. I curled it back towards me and she bit my bottom lip and pulled. Feeling like I could blow right there, I stuck my foot back under the running water and felt it — a hot, steamy shower. We climbed in and got our bodies soaked from head to toe before lathering up with a liquid lavender soap. With her back to me I poured the soap on her shoulders and started rubbing. Down her chest, down her back, into her crack. Tits feel good anytime, really, but soapy tits in a hot shower just may be heaven on earth. She reached for my cock behind her with a handful of soap and started stroking it with both hands, a bubbly lube forming over our entire bodies. She rolled my balls in one hand and was thumbing my head with the other. I reached down and started stroking her anus, rubbing it clean and slipping a soapy finger in, then pushed her under the water to rinse her off. I slapped her ass with my hard cock before bending her over in front of me. Her arms shot out to get leverage on the wall in front of her. Down on my knees, I spread her cheeks and licked her vulva from behind, then an urge took over, one that had been building in me for months, and I lifted my face up and buried my tongue in her anus. Licking furiously, with water running over us, I ate out her ass until I could barely breathe. I was sure I had never been so turned on by analingus, and I was equally sure she had never been so fully licked clean in one go.
I pulled my head away for a breath, and stuck a thumb into her vagina while I gently pressed a finger into her asshole with my other hand. I pulsed both fingers repeatedly and could hear her moaning over the falling water. I pulled my fingers out and dove back in for another mouthful. I let my saliva mix with the water and go drooling down my chin as my tongue danced between her ass cheeks. I stood up and spit down on her ass, then lathered some more soap on her lower back and on my cock. Neither of us planned it but it seemed like a natural progression for me to start working my tip into her asshole, little by little, with the help of the soap as lube. She pressed harder against the wall, pushing back on my cock to help it along. I gently swayed up and down, and before I knew it the head had disappeared inside. “Oh yes,” she said, glancing back. “Go slow.” I added more soap and took hold of her hips. We danced together for a while, just the two of us, in some hidden corner of México City, hot water pouring over us, all of me inside of her, thrusting slowly, in and out, rhythmic and beautiful. I could feel the climax building, so I gave a few final pumps, reached up to feel her tits, pulled out, and came all over her lower back, panting. Hugging her from behind, I was still hard and pulsing with sperm as she stood up to kiss me. She gave me a deep, tongue-filled kiss, and I reciprocated, letting her know that we were only getting started.
From there we washed ourselves clean, then stepped out of the shower and dried off. I led her to the bed where we stripped the blankets off, revealing the fresh sheets beneath. I laid her down diagonally and told her to get comfortable. Starting at her lips, I kissed my way south. From her chin, to her neck, then her collarbone, working my way down to her tits. I paused around there for a while, flicking her nipples back and forth with my tongue, sucking on them and glancing up to make eye contact, and playfully biting each one between my top teeth and bottom lip. From there I continued onward, making a meandering path to her belly-button, where I buried my tongue before gently gliding it down to her patch of hair. She had waxed recently, but had left a strip down the middle — my favorite style. I pulled at her still wet pubes with my teeth, and kissed my way down the pelvic bone to the inside of her thigh.
There I waited, patiently, like a dog waiting for his command. Hovering over her beautiful flower, I made sure she could feel my hot breath on her labia, my nose ever so slightly grazing her outer lips. Then, with one slow, complete motion, I slowly licked her entire vulva, from the very bottom to the cherry on top. I felt her body shiver, her juices tingling on my tongue. I waited, teasing, not letting her know when the next one would come. Then again, a full lick, bottom to top, again pulling away. The third time I did this I let my tongue linger, then parted her lips with two fingers, and began the fun: tracing the outline of her inner labia, flicking it back and forth with my tongue, using my tongue to penetrate her. I traded between tongue and fingers to build the tension, teasing the clit here and there to coax it out of its hiding place. Only after she became very wet and her breathing got faster did I use both methods simultaneously. With one finger fully inserted and curled towards me in order to stroke the front wall of her vagina, I pressed my tongue flat on her clit and began licking. She locked in immediately, grabbing my head and tilting hers back. I kept a steady pace, stimulating her clit from both sides with rhythm and patience. Her juices tasted like those of fresh fruit as they oozed down my chin and over my hand. I glanced up as she looked down at me. We locked eyes, holding the gaze for longer than usual. I imagined what she was seeing as she looked down over her naked body: a naked man, sprawled across the bed, buried deep in her vagina, lips glistening, gazing up at her. She saw her own tits and grabbed at them, pinching and twisting her nipples as she closed her eyes and neared orgasm.
At this moment I slowed enough to come up for air, being sure to continue stimulating her gently. She wanted my mouth, but I knew better. I teased her with my thumb, and then a bit more with my tongue, edging her ever closer. I slipped two fingers inside. On and off like this for a minute or so. She ran her fingers through my hair, and gasped, “please,” so I finally gave her what she wanted: I smothered her clit with my tongue and began pulsing. She grabbed my hair and pulled, and this time we both knew she would be coming. I licked, licked, licked, all the while stroking her from the inside, feeling her vagina tightening around my fingers. Licking and licking I could feel her hips starting to lift, so I grabbed her ass and held her steady, and, with a shiver that traveled all the way through her body, she released a moan of pure ecstasy.
Release. Exhale. Completion. But it wasn’t over yet. I stayed put, and after backing off for a few seconds, went back in for another taste. My tongue sent a spasm down her spine; an electric shock from a magic button, and when I did it again it yielded the same result. Hyper-sensitivity but still hyper-pleasurable. She grabbed my head and pulled me up to her. I didn’t have a chance to wipe my mouth but she didn’t care as she licked her own juices off of my tongue and lips. She wrapped my head in her arms, and I could feel her racing heartbeat among the rising and falling of her chest.
“You’re still going to fuck me now, right?” she said when she finally caught her breath.
“Whatever the lady desires, the lady gets.” She rolled over to play little spoon, pushing her ass against me.
“The lady wants to get fucked.” I reached down to guide my cock effortlessly into her still wet pussy, and filled her up all the way.
“Oh fuck,” she breathed, “fuck yes.” I started slowly with my rhythm, pulsing back and forth to make sure I stroked her g-spot with each thrust. I reached around to grab her tits, and she pulled my hand up to her mouth to suck her own juices off my fingers. She pushed my hand back down to her clit, and I was once again building her back up to an orgasm within a few short minutes. Before long I was close, too, so I rolled her onto her stomach and climbed on top, all seven inches of me still inside her dripping wet vagina. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pushed her face down into the bed. I smacked her ass hard with my other hand, and I started to give her the steady pounding that I knew she wanted. With each thrust she let out a moan, “Yes, yes, yes, don’t you dare stop.” At this point I had gravity on my side and was using my weight to pound the entire lower half of my body into hers, all the while feeling her vagina tightening on my cock, until I couldn’t hold it any more. I burst a load deep inside of her, and at the sound of my moaning she went off too, shuddering underneath me.
We both sighed heavily and fell into each other, a meld of bodies wrapped up in sheets, damp from the shower and the sweat and the shared fluids between us. And that’s how we stayed for the week, wrapped up in a semi-permanent state of afterglow. We went out occasionally for food and some fresh air, but most of our time was spent licking, biting, groping, and fucking each other as though the world was about to end.
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