The Local Flavour - Sex Stories

The Local Flavour

... village market on the way down to take on another load of fat sweaty housewives laden with baskets - which they bumped against every head and shoulder they found on the way to the back of the bus - and live chicken that were audibly outraged by the inclemencies of public transport. Hardly a match for an air-conditioned limousine. The Mexican driver smiles knowingly but doesn’t say a word as he holds the door of the limo for us. I sink into the cool leather seat beside Sara, who is cracking a can of Coke from the little fridge. The driver lowers the smoked glass divider. ‘De regreso al hotel, señora?’ ‘Yes, Armando, straight back to the hotel.’ The divider goes up again and we are alone. The car hums as we take off. ‘Soda? Or would you like something stronger?’ ‘No, a Coke is fine, thank you.’ ‘My, this sun is downright dangerous. I was hardly out for a moment and look at what it did to my poor skin.’ Sara has lowered both straps of her bathing suit, exposing the top of her chest. The skin around her neck and shoulders is a freckled reddish brown, which contrasts with the pale white where the weight of her breasts stretches and wrinkles the skin. She passes a hand over her chest, then dips it into the bathing suit and pulls out her right breast. It is soft and flat, thin blue veins crisscrossing the white skin, the nipple a broad brown patch pointing downward. I can’t help but stare in fascination. ‘You like that?’ But I’m too stunned to talk. I cannot take my eyes off her ...

... breast. It is especially the nipple that mesmerizes me. It seems to be staring back at me. ‘Go on, touch it. Don’t be shy.’ She reaches out and grabbing me by the neck, pulls my head down into her breast. The nipple feels warm and soft as it presses against my lips. From the corner of my eyes I see Sara’s left hand pulling the top of her suit further down until her other breast pops out. The hand comes back up and rubs the nipple until it is hard and erect. Then she scoops the breast up from beneath and turning her torso, pops the stiff nipple into my mouth. ‘Hmm, suck it, baby. Suck it good.’ I suckle on her breast for a while, then she stuffs the other one into my mouth again. All the while she is squirming and twisting. I’m almost on top of her, and she has pulled up her right leg onto the seat. She prods me between the ribs with her foot and I slide off the seat onto my knees, between her spread legs. She hunches forward, still pulling my head into her, feeding me her breasts. My chin rests on her soft round belly. I can feel her legs circle my body until her feet lock behind my back. She is pushing my head down now, away from her sagging breasts. I can feel how she pushes her pelvis forward against my chest as I slide down between her legs. I know where this is going and although performing oral sex on a woman – especially one of Sara’s size – is not one of my favorite activities, I concede because this is going way easier than I had hoped for. It’s a long way down over the ...