Crabfest 1: Latin Lovers - Sex Stories

Crabfest 1: Latin Lovers

"Hi Nance. Want to go to the crab festival tonight? Lots of good bands."

It was Francesca, a new friend as of three or four weeks ago.

"Our men are away. We shouldn't be locked up the whole time."

We bought our beers and found a table in the beer tent, where a sixties cover band was playing. The dancing was going strong and, lacking male companions, Fran and I danced enthusiastically for two songs.

When we rejoined our beers, two men had taken the other seats at the table; single brothers it turned out. After we finished our beers, the men asked us to dance. I danced with Mateo; Fran with Santiago.

The fast dances with Mateo were fun. He was gifted, his moves exuding Latin sexuality. I could see that his brother was also putting on an amazing dance with Fran. I was uncomfortable when the first slow dance started, but I stayed on the floor with Mateo. It felt weird having a strange male that close. And this wasn't a wedding. Luckily, he didn't press himself too tight, but the few times we bumped up against each other, there was a rock behind his fly.

I suggested we get another beer. Mateo dropped me off at the table and went off to buy ours. The other two came back shortly and Santiago caught up with Mateo in the line. Fran suggested we go to the ladies' room.

When we were washing up after doing our business, Fran offered, "Those two boys want to fuck us."

"I know," I whispered. "Mateo had a hard on."

"Geeze," Fran exclaimed. Then she suggested, ...

... "We could go to my place."

"Fran!! Really?" Fran smiled impishly. "But we're ..."

"Nobody has to know," Fran interrupted as she ran her hands across her chest.

"I've never ... Oh God," I muttered. "Oh God." The thing was, the idea was incredibly exciting, even if it also horrified me. I knew I had been aroused, too, when he touched me, and I felt my insides reacting again, just with the thought.

"You'll get used to it," she added.

So, when Santiago asked if we were busy later, Fran made the offer. We drove separately, but all arrived at her place a few minutes apart.

Fran motioned the boys to sit on the sofa. I helped her pour out four shots of tequila and bring them over. We sat sideways on the boys' legs, facing each other, and knocked the drinks back. Mateo's hand caressed my bare leg up to my hemline and then moved to my chest. I watched Santiago's hand push Fran's skirt up and pull her panties aside, exposing her pussy to me and Mateo. Fran isn't fat but her figure has an earthy sexuality. Broad hips, broad shoulders, ample D cup chest. It had been a long time since I'd seen another girl's sex like that. I felt myself soaking my panties.

Mateo was taking it slow and had just reached under my tee and pushed up my bra while Santiago kissed Fran and rubbed her lips. She had her hand on the bulge in his pants. After a few moments, she stood with his hand still under her skirt and said, "We should leave you some privacy." I watched them head into her ...