Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3

... <”Nonsense! Are you crazy?”> Alfonso interrupted me. <”Your car may not be new, but it still looks nice. It seems like you take good care of it. Look at yourself now. You’re going to ruin it. I’m on the project’s pick up, which is already messed up inside. Come on, it’s up there”> <”But…”> I tried to reply, but he wouldn’t hear it. <”Stop the bullshit and come on up. Anyway, like you said, you’re not too far, and we won’t be long. But you need to get changed soon so you don’t catch a cold or worse, an infection. Come on, just be careful you don’t slide and fall again; these rocks are slippery”> Before I could say anything else, he turned around and began walking up to the truck. He did have a point; I was reeking and covered in mud and silt, and I was wet, and I was already getting sticky. And I would have totally ruined my car if I had gotten in it without covers, which I didn’t have, on the driving seat. I ultimately agreed, although by looking at Alfonso’s resolve, it seemed like I didn’t really have much of an option anyway. <”Thank you much, Alfonso”> I said with a hint of embarrassment. <”You didn’t have to. I really appreciate it”> <”Nah, don’t mention it. Don’t worry, I’ll have you back at the project in no time”> We got on the pick-up truck and drove off to my hotel. The ride was short and quiet. I wasn’t really feeling too talkative. The pick-up was really cramped inside, I was covered in gunk, and I was still too embarrassed. The fact alone that I had just ...

... stupidly fell in the sedimentation pit was enough to keep me just not in the mood. Nonetheless, I felt very appreciative of Alfonso for doing this for me. There was nothing against him. But as we were arriving to the Flamenco Beach Hotel, where I was staying, I began re-enacting the incident in my head. All had happened so fast. And as the pick-up truck stopped, that’s when it hit me. I realized what had happened. I remembered what had distracted me, made me trip and sent me sliding down. I recalled the misstep that took me into the pond after the jolting surprise of seeing Alfonso and his… well-endowed manhood. I remembered he was was freshly and gleefully smiling at me with his huge dick dangling and leaking a few meters in front of me. The same smile he was sporting as he stared at me when he parked in front of the hotel. I felt the jolt again running up my spine, but at least, I didn’t fall anywhere this time. As I looked at his lewd expression, my eyes betrayed me and drifted down to his lap and his bulge. I could tell it was swollen, like many times I had seen it when he had been close to me at the project. I shifted my eyes back to him but it was already too late. He knew already it was calling my attention. Immediately, I turned to my right to open the door and without uttering a word, climbed down from the pick-up. I walked to my apartment as fast as my cold, stiff, mud-covered body allowed me. I heard him yell as I walked away: <”Take your time. I’ll be here waiting for ...