[M]eeting an old [f]riend | 2016

Warning, long buildup. To skip to sex-part search for " It took my addled mind".

Travelling is fun - unless you have to do it for work. Hotel breakfasts are nice but all the same, you are too tired to actually see the places you are at and meeting new people is even harder.
That's why I was happy enough when my boss told me that I would have to go to Colón to do some promotional work there - during my exchange year I had spent some days in the city, quite a pleasant place. It was also the hometown of a girl I had met during that time, Soledad. She was a bit younger and I later heard that she had had a crush on me, but at that age those three years made all the difference. I was also rather oblivious.
We had written a bit since I had arrived in the country and hit it off pretty well and definitely wanted to meet, so I mentioned I would be in Colón for work. She invited me to stay at her place right away and I obviously accepted. I hadn't actually seen her in person, but from Facebook and and from what I was told by common friends she had grown into a true latina beauty - petite (~1,60m), glorious long black hair with a dark skin tone to match and in great shape. Big brown eyes and a cute little nose completed the picture. She also had a rather nice ass and some serious breasts which were a frequent object of discussion in the pub. Suffice to say, I was looking forward to spending a few days in her flat.
The day I was coming she sent me a message saying "Hey Juan, my mother is going to pick you up at the bus station, I'm coming home a bit later. Kisses!" I was irrationally disappointed, obviously a 19 year old girl wouldn't be living alone in such a small South American country. Oh well, we'd find some time.
Arriving at the station I realized I had no idea if I would recognize her mom after all that time, and I had most definitely changed. It turns out that that wasn't too big of a problem since it was pretty obvious where she had got the looks from. Her mom was about the same height, same skin tone and same proportions, emphasized by some high heels, close-hugging jeans and a pretty tight blouse. "Hello Juan! Such a long time, it is nice to see you again!", and gave me the traditional kiss on the cheek, which was close enough for me to feel those boobs. "Sole will be home soon, she is doing some errands. We will stop on the way and get you something to eat, you must be starving!" Well, we did. Empanadas and Pastel De Carne, and some Dulce De Leche cake. I wasn't even hungry.
Since Soledad wasn't home yet we started chatting. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed Gabriela's company since I find most upper-class latina women pretty stuck up. Gabriela though had quite a dry sense of humour and was all in all a pretty practical woman. We talked about the economy, the town and all the things that had changed since I had been here last.
Then Soledad arrived, and the photos hadn't done her any justice. She was drop-dead-gorgeous and threw herself into my arms, pressing her body against mine. "Aaay gringo, such a long time! What's up, tell me about your life!" We spent a very pleasant afternoon chatting about this and that, our lives (she was staying one more year in Colón to work a bit and "learn life" before going away to study) and laughing a lot about the past.
Then we decided to go out - "Let's make your bed first!" Big, cozy double bed, on the other end of the flat from mom - bingo. Then we went to pick up some of her friends and headed to the small club in town. I'm not much of a dancer, but what the hell, I'm going to bust some moves. In the end, we were a pretty balanced group, most girls with their boyfriends and the singles not all that attractive. Whatever, I had my price. The club was pretty full and Cumbia was droning out of the speakers, really only good for dirty dancing. I grabbed some drinks for me and Sole and we started dancing. Not too heavy, but definitely nice.

Then she got a phone call and went out for a few minutes. After she came back she told me: "My boyfriend is finally coming, you'll like him!" Uh. Boyfriend? That was not in the script. To be honest, I was kind of pissed - she hadn't lead me on or anything, but I still wasn't expecting that. I spent the rest of the night with gin and didn't even try my luck with some of the other girls. We went home, Sole and Javier to her room, me to my lonesome double bed.
The next day Sole told me that she would be out of town till the day after tomorrow, but her mother would take good care of me. She obviously went with Javier. Awesome. I had some acquaintances in town, but no other friends, and I really didn't feel like going to the club again (there is no other). I grabbed some beers with the boyfriends, then headed back to the family flat. I arrived to find Gabriela on the couch, watching TV and drinking whisky. "Hey Juan, I've been waiting with dinner for you. We'll eat here. Do you want some whisky?" Sure. I was actually not too interested in company right now, but as a good houseguest... The whisky bettered my mood somewhat and she was really pleasant company, and good-looking. Beginning of her forties, and keeping in shape through exercise. When she went to the kitchen I couldn't help but checking out her shapely rear-end, again encased in tight jeans and emphasized by some serious heels. Over the course of the evening I found out that she had been a trophy wife for her rich husband and came from a very humble family from the countryside. She had divorced him shortly after I left, after years of being belittled, cheated on and a generally shitty marriage. I asked her why she didn't do it sooner. She just looked at a photo of Sole on the wall. "You know it's not easy to be a woman here. And very hard to be a divorced one, especially when your husband is such an important man in town. And being the "divorce kid" would have destroyed Soledad. So I waited until she could take it and I couldn't any longer." She was pretty much shunned from all the social events in town and and few friends here. "Why don't you move to the capital?" She looked at the photo again. "Perhaps next year, but I have a job here. It will be hard to find a new one." She had never studied and was working at a bank now, the appartment and a significant alimony came from the divorce.

At this time I was kind of buzzed and my eyes wandered to her bust from time to time. I think she didn't notice it since she had been keeping up with the whisky. "DId you never want to marry again? I mean, it sounds as if that could solve some problems." She chuckled, saying "A divorcee? Here? My ex-husband would find ways to prevent that. Also, who would want me? I am old." I think it was the alcohol speaking, "I think you are a very good looking woman, and intelligent. Your husband was a fool." She smirked, "Thanks. And what about you? Any girlfriends back home or in the capital? Such a handsome young man...", half-smile on her lips. I was pretty sure she had asked me that before, but I was horny and drunk.
She got up, hips swaying just a little bit more and refilled our drinks, setting them down on the table before me and giving me a good look at her cleavage in the process. Definitely not old. "So?" "Uh, no, not really. Not in a while. I'm not here long enough to start anything. " "But you have been here how long, 6 months now? Nothing?" I was kind of embarrassed now. "No." She still had one corner of her mouth tugged up and was looking at me amusedly. "Well, I have a similar situation, rumours just travel too fast here." She got up again, each step moving her ass from side to side, and grabbed a photobook from the wall. Then she sat next to me and we started watching old photos of her and Soledad. The dad didn't appear a lot, a fat, balding macho. Our legs were touching and it was getting pretty warm. Her arm was constantly brushing against mine and I had a pretty good vantage into her blouse. I must have looked pretty akward, sitting there completely rigid and not knowing what to do. I was also getting a hard-on. She got up again to get more drinks, lost her balance and basically sat in my lap. The boner had been pretty obvious before, but now... "I hope that one is not for the baby photos."

It took my addled mind some time to understand the joke, and she was still sitting in my lap, slowly moving. "Ah, no." Smooth. I moved my hands forward and began to gently stroke her belly in small circles, not getting close to the interesting parts yet. Gabi kept slowly grinding and finally took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I started working on them, running my hands up and down and lightly squeezing. She started opening her blouse and then turned around to face me, which was kind of awkward since the couch had a pretty narrow seating area. She was basically kneeling on me and holding her tits in my face, still encased in a simple white bra. I started licking all over them while rubbing her back with my hands, working my way to the bra clasps. Thankfully I got them open quickly and had full access to her amazing globes now. She was moaning slightly and grinding even harder. I hadn't gotten laid in over half a year, so this was pretty great. I buried my face in her cleavage and started moving my hands down to her ass, massaging up and down. Her jeans were too tight to get a hand in there, so I just squeezed and stroked as much as I could while sucking on her left nipple. When I wanted to switch sides she decided it was time for me to lose my shirt and to lay down, giving me the time to properly admire her body. She was hot. Her skin was not quite as smooth as her daughter's anymore, but she definitely kept herself in good shape.

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