I about choked on my tongue when Bianca began to undress. When she was down to her bra and panties, she posed for me. I took photos so Adrienne could see her body in detail. When I had about ten pictures, I told her I had enough and sent them to Adrienne.
“She said she would call you if she had any interest,” Bianca said.
She gave me her number, and I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t sure if Adrienne really had an interest or had just gotten me Bianca’s number, but either way, I owed her. Bianca’s body was exceptional. I didn’t imagine she would ever be a top model, but I was sure she could make a living modeling.
She gave me her number, then kissed my cheek and thanked me again.
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When I returned to the table, the three girls were in high spirits. I sat back and listened to them rate all the guys who were within eyesight. Being immersed in Spanish had helped me follow conversations better. I still didn’t understand all the words, but I got the general drift of what they were saying.
I was sure if they had any idea I understood their conversation, they would have been embarrassed. Wow, and I thought guys were graphic. They were fascinated with how big they imagined the men’s packages might be. I guess it was no worse than when guys talked about boobs. Speaking of which, they all had more than a handful, of which I approved.
“Let’s take this party back to the hotel,” Sarita announced in English.
I settled the bill and was shocked at the final amount. All told, we’d spent nearly $500 when you included the cover charge. While that wouldn’t break me, I didn’t need to be blowing money like that. That was equivalent to what most Cuban families made in six months or more. If they simply lived off the average wage, then it could be over a year’s worth of money. I was almost positive that Sarita, probably through Paz, was getting a kickback on what I spent. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to know you were being hustled.
We found a cab and were soon back at the hotel. Paul, doing his job as wingman, took Sarita’s friends to his room. Sarita walked in and looked around.
“This is nice. I’ve never been in a suite before,” she said.
I took that to mean she’d seen other rooms at this hotel. Sarita stepped over to look out the window, and I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
“I freaked out, thinking there was a big fire downtown the second night I was here. Turns out, they were spraying for mosquitoes,” I admitted.
Sarita turned in my arms, and our lips met. She gave my chest a little push before things became too heated.
“I’m a good Catholic girl.”
I smiled inside. Time to cut bait and move on.
“That’s okay. I would never push you to do anything you weren’t comfortable doing. Let me get you some money so you can catch a cab home.”
I stepped over to my dresser and found the equivalent of five dollars. I was amazed that they charged tourists about what you’d expect in the States, but Cuban nationals paid pennies on the dollar for the same thing. It was more than enough for her to get home.
“It will be closer to ten dollars to get home,” she said.
I gave her another five.
“Could we go to a concert tomorrow? There’s a band I’ve been wanting to see. Maybe we could invite Cassidy and Luis if she’s feeling better.”
“I think I’m busy. Why don’t I call you or tell your brother when I’m free again?” I asked.
Sarita was a bright girl; she saw her fish wiggling off the hook. She came up to me and pulled my head down for a kiss goodnight. I wasn’t shocked when things heated up. Moments later, Sarita pushed me back onto the couch and climbed into my lap. My hands cupped her firm butt, and she ground herself against me.
Like for every teenage boy, the grinding had a pronounced effect. Sarita couldn’t help but feel my desire. It had been a while since I’d dry-humped someone. I found it amusing that she thought she could play me. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. Sarita rocked back and took in my torso, then leaned forward and began kissing my chest.
I leaned back and enjoyed what she was doing. She kissed down to my stomach and stuck her tongue into my belly button. I reached down, undid my pants, and pushed them and my underwear to mid-thigh. I touched the top of her head, and she didn’t resist as she went down on me.
This was just sex. After listening to Sarita and her friends all night, I just wanted to get lucky.
“Take your top off for me,” I said.
Sarita stopped what she was doing, and I could tell she was having second thoughts. I waited to see if she would leave, but she did as I asked. I admired her breasts. They weren’t big, but they looked lovely on her. Sarita had small areolae and tiny nipples. She looked at me for approval, and I smiled at her, so she resumed giving me oral pleasure.
I let her suck my dick for several minutes until I wanted more.
“Come here,” I said.
I lifted her up and then slid her onto the couch so I was above her.
“David, I …”
