Betli Must Be Played! - Sex Stories

Betli Must Be Played!

... she had a problem with the engine. As I was an engineer I could easily help her. The girl turned out to be a true Sonoran chica, but she spoke English well. Her English was much better than my Castellano was. We introduced ourselves. She was Señorita Angela Benitez from Hermosillo and she was here with all her family. Her father, mother and her eight-year younger brother were in their vacation house. I got to know that her father was a businessman from Hermosillo, while she was a French and English language teacher, so her good English knowledge was no longer a wonder to me. She taught in a High School in Hermosillo. She was tall and she had dark brown hair and brown eyes. I loved her on the spot. She went to the sea alone. I had lunch in the restaurant of the hotel and took a siesta after lunch to avoid the too strong UV radiation. After four o’clock I went to the beach to swim. On the beach there were only five families in fifty meters distance from one another. I met Señor Benitez’s family there. To my surprise Angela waved at me and she introduced me to her family. Señor Emilio Benitez spoke a little English. Señora Sofia Benitez did not speak English but their fourteen years old son Felipe spoke some English he had learned at school. So sometimes we spoke English sometimes Castellano. It was a little mismatch but we enjoyed each other’s company. I felt sympathy from them. The older Benitezes were a little fat, but they were not obese at all. Felipe was a smart boy; he ...

... told me he liked math, sciences and IT. I was an engineer so I could easily strike the right note with the young brother of Angela too. He wanted to be engineer. They were very excited to hear I did diving. Señor Benitez asked me if I could help him next day to buy two sets of diving accessories in Hermosillo and to teach them diving. Señor Emilio could take his daughter and me in his Mercedes Benz to the shop. Señora Sofia could remain with his son. Next day I got up early and the hotel staff learned quickly I liked low fat milk the best from the previous morning for breakfast. The Benitezes picked me up at the hotel and we went to Hermosillo. On the way I learned that Señor Emilio had always wanted to dive but in the effort to make money for the family he forgot about his old dream. Then now, when his daughter told about me at lunch the previous day, his childhood dream came back to him and he became enthusiastic. Angela wanted to learn diving, too. At once I got friends on the outlandish desert beach resort. We bought everything for two sets of equipment. We bought also a compressor for filling up the compressed air bottles, and two diving clocks, which were important to measure the speed of elevation from the deep to prevent caisson illness, as that might be fatal. The nitrogen of the high-pressure air goes to our tissues and at quick decompression could cause small nitrogen bubbles in the blood and embolism could occur in the brain. I became scuba-diving trainer for two ...