[F]irst night in South A[m]erica | 2016

So as a spur of the moment trip I decided to book a flight to Buenos Aires, Argentina. Knowing nothing about the city, I walk into the first hostel I see and am greeted by a Canadian after putting my bags up. He asks if I'd like to stroll around the town, and I obliged.

After walking around the barrio (that means neighborhood for the uninitiated) we ended up at a bar, which could best be described as a craft brewpub with a higher class of people (hotter, smarter women) than your normal drinking hole.

The first thing I noticed when we sat down was this petite girl, no taller than my chest (I stand at about 6ft), and as some sort of uncontrollable confession I whisper to my companion that she must be one of the sexiest girls I've ever seen. After taking her in, and vowing that I must talk to her, a futbolista-looking guy sits down with her. Damn, of course.

However, after about 5 minutes, I notice that he is gone, and she sits solitary with a full pitcher of the finest lager. Immediately, as if waiting any longer would cause me to second guess my actions, I flash a smile and in the best Spanish I can muster, vas a terminarla solita? I don't remember what she said, or even understood it for that matter, but her reaching over to my table to pour me a glass meant I did something right. This led to us conversing in a mix of broken English and Spanish, and letting the ale fill in the blanks. At times I thought my friend had the upper hand on the situtation, but by the time we left I could tell by her body language (and her legs rubbing mine under the table) that I was the chosen one. My friend accepted this too and by the time we had made it back to the hostel bar he left us alone.

At this point I'm still grateful to be in a foreign country, talking with a hot girl, that I don't realize that I might have a chance wit her. The liquid courage turning me from middle-school Spanish to the broken Spanish Casanova, we end up talking about sex, and once she asked if I wanted to have sex with her tonight, my mind immediately tried to come up with an escape route from my shared-space dormitory.

Before I could realize what was happening, I was in the back of a cab with her, and a few minutes in it dawned on me that I was going to die. How could I be so stupid. This is one of the hottest girls I've ever seen, and I have the audacity to think that she wants to bed me? No, she is taking me to Pedro Escobar's gringo dungeon and I'm going to be minced into a human hamburger. Oh well, I thought, but as we pulled up to a motel the more likely reality returned to me.

The next thing I remember is the maid or attendent leading us to the room, as is customary, and practically throwing a wad of cash at her and slamming the door behind her. It was game on.

Before we were even two steps in I pushed her against the wall and our tongues explored each others in a fit of drunken ecstasy. And I'm not usually too dominant, but the ease at which I tossed her onto the bed awoke a dormant beast inside me that had been waiting to be released. Within moments our clothes had flown off and my fingers were exploring her pussy which was highlighted by a thin strip of jet black hair leading to the promise land. It was also at this moment that I took in her immaculate naked figure, with what must be perfect C cups and large, fleshy areolas matched by a thick, tight ass fitted on a frame that can't be much more than 5ft.

After a few minutes of her squirming and making the hottest noises I've ever heard, she sits up to catch her breath, pulls out a condom that I had set on the nightstand, and before straddling me with her juices running down my legs, whispers, with the most sultry eyes, eres muy caliente. Before she could make another move my mouth was already massaging her two perfect breasts as if my life depended on it. The crackling of a wrapper followed and within seconds I was engulfed by the wettest and one of the tightest pussies I had ever encountered. The rhythm she moved at would put a porn star to shame and with two perfect orbs bouncing in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder if this was a dream.

The aforementioned beast assured me it was real and with one swift motion I had flipped her over, prostrated, with her ass presented to me beckoning to be taken. I entered her from behind and pushed to my length immediately, which was accompanied by a shrill cry of joy. I continued to pound her, mixed with her requests to keep going and my thankfulness that I was lasting this long.

After a few minutes, with some alien being taking over my body, I stood up, grabbed her with one arm, and threw her onto my chest and entered her with her arms stretched over my front and clawing my back. We both watched each other in the mirror as I lifted her up and down with a combination of my arms and hip thrusts, and somehow it felt as if I had the energy to fuck like this for hours.

We locked eyes for a fleeting eternity before I threw her back onto the bed and entered her, missionary. As her Latina cries grew louder and her grip grew tighter, I knew she was coming, and I continued to pound her until I couldn't take it anymore and pulled out to welcome a healthy bout of cum on her chest and tits. We collapsed together, and she took this moment of clarity to sigh that she thought when she first saw me that I could fuck good. Before that night, neither did I, and suffice to say that this was not our last experience together.