MexicoPart 1by Pyramid
Our journey in Mexico nearly finished, we approached the border, and evening approached, we decided to stop in a little nameless town for the night. Our two weeks of driving down the Pacific coast put us more closely together, more connected, and more in love than ever, not since our honeymoon in Ireland had we really felt this way -- each day a feast of sharing, each moment lived for the other, and each night a new adventure, wondrous, fulfilling, and so satisfying. We checked into the only hotel in town and decided to walk about, to find a restaurant.
Our Spanish limited us to some extent but we managed to finally dine in a place called El Gato Gordo, the Fat Cat. As we ate, and laughed at each other, and sipped Margaritas, we couldn't help but notice a fairly steady stream of couples retreating to the back of the restaurant after they ate. As we finished, curiosity possessed us as well, and we followed them, not knowing what to expect. The large dining room we ate in gave way to a smaller room, filled with empty tables, apparently an overflow room for the restaurant, with a large wooden door at the end, closed. Even more curious -- we saw at least twenty couples wander in here -- we approached the door as well, and opened it, hesitantly.
A small man stood at a gate, of sorts, a velvet rope blocking our way. "Welcome to the Club," he said, "To join, a membership fee of $40.00 is required."
I looked at you, you at me, and we both shrugged. With a grin, I slid my hand into my pocket, and pulled out the required cash, and paid the man, and he unclipped the velvet rope, and motioned us forward, down the hallway. A black velvet curtain hung over the end of the hallway and we walked toward it, not knowing what to expect. I pulled it aside for you, and we entered a large room, with perhaps thirty tables and booths, nearly filled with couples of all descriptions, some Mexican, most American, all well dressed, and chatting quietly, drinks on the table, a large curtained stage to our right.
We managed to find an empty table, near the stage, and sat down. As we did, a beautiful Mexican waitress appeared, and placed cocktail napkins in front of each of us. I couldn't help but notice her face, but only for a moment, her low cut dress revealed nearly all of her breasts and I involuntarily sucked in my breath at the sight. The whiteness of her dress, a nearly full length affair, pulled off the shoulders, contrasted her dark brown skin. Long, jet black hair swept back, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones, and perfectly white teeth showed as she smiled at us. Sheepishly, I returned to earth, and looked at you, but instead of the expected jealousy, you merely smiled at my interest. We ordered our drinks, and looked about the room, wondering what this club was about. I held your hand, and slid a bit closer to you.
As our waitress deposited our drinks and left, the lights slowly dimmed, and conversation quickly died away. The silent room grew completely dark. For an eternity, we sat, with fortyor fify other strangers, and just as a bit of fear began to grow, we heard the swishing of the curtain being drawn on stage. Slowly lights played on stage, and guitar music started, melancholy Spanish guitars, and we observed a bedroom on stage, empty save a large brass bed, and a dressing table and chair.
The crowd was completely silent now, and we watched as well, your hand grasping mine even tighter. From the left, another dark haired beauty made her entrance, ignoring the audience, and made her way to the dressing table, seating herself before it. She removed the pins from her hair, and the black locks cascaded down her back. As we watched, she began to brush it, thick, black, shiny. Finishing her task, she stood, and turned away from the audience, facing the foot of the bed. Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled her dress, a multicolored number, with a full skirt and tight fitting bodice, down, and slid out of it. We saw only her back, tanned skin, narrow waist, her bottom, curved and full, covered with white silken panties. Her form was very erotic, and the setting of a woman undressing in her bedroom started to arouse me. I slipped my arm around you, and your hand found my lap, and stroked me, knowing what this was doing to me, not at all jealous, feeling yourself becoming aroused as well.
The girl stepped out of the dress and climbed on the bed, crawling up to the pillows. As we watched, she finally turned to us, and lay against the pillows, reclined against them. Her hands began to explore herself, stroking her thighs, her belly, and finally cupping her smallish breasts. At that, her eyes closed, and we imagined her thoughts, her fingers tweaking her brown nipples, her legs sliding up and parting. A hand ventured lower, and she stroked herself through her panties. I reached my hand to your lap, and eased your skirt up, feeling your thighs quiver as I touched you. Finding your expected wetness, I lightly ran my finger up your cleft, loving anew the smooth skin of your mons, sending a barely perceptible shudder through you. I was fully hardened by now as well, your hand stroking my length, beneath my pants.
A sigh escaped the lips of the girl on stage as she touched herself. The audience watched mesmerized, and I felt a twinge of guilt seeing her intimacies, knowing this private moment was not really for me, but enjoying the shared experience. A glance at you revealed your attentions were riveted to the woman on stage. We could clearly see her slit through her panties now, and her fingers continued to stroke herself. I tried to match her actions, knowing that as you watched her and experienced me, your arousal would soon peak. Apparently, I was not the only one playing as such, a moan from the back of the room told the whole audience that someone else was enjoying the same attentions as you.
The woman on stage slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, and with slid them slowly downward, discarding them on the floor beside the bed. Again, her hand returned to her flower, and this time we could see her all, shaven, pink, moist. A sigh, a murmur floated around the room, all caught up in her actions. A shudder went through her as she played, and seeing her arousal only heightened ours further. You were very close, and I eased off a bit, trying to time your release with hers. Watching her fingers dance, her chest rising and falling in time to her now rapid breathing, she was getting very close, and you were hanging by a thread, concentrating on her, wanting to share this moment somehow with her, near so close, so erotic, so intimate.
She stopped as a man approached the bed from either side of the stage. The two ignored the audience, and stopped at their respective sides of the bed. A look of fear, and guilt swept the woman's face, caught by these strangers who had no business in her bedroom, shamed at her state and helpless in her nakedness. The man on the right had dark wavy hair, his lean body stood straight, his dark eyes staring at the woman. He began to undress, revealing his tanned, slender chest, nearly hairless, as his shirt slid from his shoulders. On the left, the other, brown hair, shorter, stockier, did the same, his chest hairy and full. I gave you a glance, and saw your eyes locked on the stage, your excitement apparent, the tip of your tongue moistening your lips.
Naked from the waist up, the two men began to fondle the brunette's breasts, one on each side. Their hands cupped her mounds, and stroked her brown skin. As they continued, hands roamed further, feathery touches down her belly, and to her thighs, and all saw the woman squirming on the bed from their touch. The taller man bent to kiss her, and the other suckled her nipple. A collective sigh from the audience murmured in the silence added to the scene as women imagined taking the girl's place, and men envied the actors on stage. My hand continued to stroke your moistness, and I felt your thighs quiver with anticipation. Silently I wondered if this was a result of my efforts, or the action on stage, and for a moment, I felt pangs of jealousy, knowing you were entranced by the visuals more than me.
The girl moaned her delight at the attentions she received, and her hand reached for the dark man, undoing his pants. They slid down, obviously loosely fastened for the show, and his manhood dangled before her, inches from her mouth. He straightened himself, and pushed his hips forward, extending his organ to her lips, and she raised her head and took him, her lips ovalled, eyes closed, so pretty, so erotic, while the other man started kissing her thighs. The three of them, now locked together, made noises of passion, the taller one moaning as he grew more aroused, the woman's cries muffled around him, and the third hummed as he locked onto her moistness. I felt you shudder yet again, and circled your nubbin even faster, bringing you to the brink, responding to your need for release. You struggled a bit, then relented to the pent up climax welling inside you, and came on my hand, biting your lip to remain silent. Various mewlings, moans, and sighs from the audience around us, in the dark told us both you were not the only one in this state, and the combined energies of the couples surrounding us, with the three on stage only heightened the moment. As your crest subsided, you leaned closer to me, satisfied, but needing more, knowing the show was still in it's infancy and much more pleasure was awaiting.
By now, the tall man's excitement was apparent, and the woman continued to stroke him with her mouth, he eased her task by grooving his hips back and forth, matching her tempo. Her own hips writhed as well, and the shorter man somehow lost his pants in the action, he was also stiff and as we watched her hand manipulated his length, while he continued his oral assault. The air in the club seemed thick, sexual tension hung over us all, breathing ragged, anticipation gripped and cloyed our senses. My own excitement threatened to give as well, your hand fingered my length, it ached for release.
Finally the tall man reluctantly pulled himself from her mouth and we watched in awe as his prick stood straight and proud, the glans purple, covered in spit, gleaming under the lights and the look of longing in the woman's eyes drove men's lust even further. With no apparent signal, the other stopped his ministrations and knelt on the bed near the woman's head, needing her attentions. As he did so, we watched the first circle the woman and position himself on his knees between the woman's thighs. Our position denied us the view of his initial penetration, but from her eyes suddenly fluttering, as she took the cock into her mouth, told us what was happening. Rejoined, the three of them started anew, locked together again in a sexual feast. I felt you begin to climax again, knowing it was not my fingers doing the trick but rather your excitement and longing to take the woman's place. As you began to shiver, a low moan escaped your lips, and I slipped my digit lower, penetrating you, feeling each contraction of your pleasure. By now, the seat was thoroughly soaked with your excitement, and I longed to drop under the table to taste you, to suck your essence into my mouth. The audience distracted me though and I listened to them all, sighs of desire and moans of craving swept back and forth.
Watching the man between the woman's legs, his excitement was clearly visible, he seemed to shudder with need, each stroke long, powerful, and deliciously slow. The other man had his head thrown back, while the woman slid his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. The trio bucked and swayed like an erotic machine, pistoning in and out, picked up speed, and just as all sensed the imminent apex, the men stopped. Frustration whipped the audience, a frenzy of yearning spilled over. I was so close to losing it, but your hand stopped massaging as they halted on stage, leaving me breathless and hard. My own emotions bled over, and a low cry of despair seeped from my clenched lips. You seemed not to notice it at all, for we watched as the three changed positions once more.
The woman rolled over, and assumed her position in the middle of the bed, now propped up on her hands and knees. The dark haired man walked from the foot of the bed, and knelt before her face again, his prick oily wet, slick and hard, bobbing menacingly at her lips. The shorter man circled the bed the opposite way, climbing onto the foot of the bed, and settling between her knees. This time, our view was unobstructed, and as we watched, his cock slid deeply into her. He thrusted his hips forward, driven by want, pushing her forward with his weight, and she had no choice but to engulf the man before her, taking him to the base of his shaft. A shudder went through you as she bottomed out on both ends, and I knew you were lost in the woman's place, imagining, feeling her pleasure and pain as the men set up their rhythm.
Again the image of a machine of sorts echoed in my mind as I watched, the woman swept back and forth, first sucking deeply, while sliding off the man behind her, then impaling herself on him as she slid her mouth from the man before her. They continued this push-pull action, slowly building speed, until the slaps of thigh to thigh sounded over the cries of the audience. Sounds of ecstasy popped from various corners of the rooms, both men and women's voices telling of bliss and release. Faster and then more quickly still the three rocked back and forth, and I could take no longer. So entranced I was, that I missed exactly when you unzipped my slacks and freed my swollen prick. Your fingers lightly traced the line of my length, and as I shuddered at the first wave of pleasure, you greedily ducked below the table to catch it in your mouth. The first jet came too quickly though and I felt the warm burst strike my shirt, sensing the gooey warmth soaking through the cotton. You managed to catch the rest though and I jerked spastically with each release, your tongue coaxing all of my substance from me. Each swallow sent another wave through my core, until I emptied completely, jerking my hips back, now so sensitive to your continued touch. As I slumped back into my chair, you returned to me, and our kiss completed it, tasting my semen on your tongue, loving you anew. The actions on stage reached a fever pitch though and we returned our eyes to the stage.
As one, the men slid themselves as deeply as they could, one final time and we watched as they cried out, lost in their private world of release. The woman was trapped between the two and jiggled in her own climax, thrashing about on the twin poles, gulping furiously, her hips locked down but contortioning on their own. By now, the roar of the crowd filled our ears as you shuddered once more, without any assistance from me, and in my post orgasmic state, I wondered once again at the effect of the show on you. Clearly you wanted to trade places with the woman, and in a sudden revelation, I knew what I had to do for you. I wrapped my arm around your quivering shoulders, and drew you close to me, your lips finding my neck, nuzzling me warmly.
The three on stage hesitantly fell back, their liquids seeping from the woman, who collapsed onto her face. Smiles of satisfaction creased each man's face, as they rocked back and away. Their cocks remained hard for a long time afterward, glistening and wet, spent. Then the curtain closed with a rustle of material, and the lights came back on, slowly illuminating the crowd, suddenly busy with napkins. I glanced around the room and chuckled silently at the woman across from me, her face red in embarrassment. She quickly pulled her skirt down, covering her juicy center from my gaze, while her husband dabbed at his shirt with his napkin. Minutes went by as all straightened their clothes, and tried to create a presentable image, before going back into public. You murmured something about the ladies' room and I released your shoulders, watching you follow other women through the door. When you were safely away, I found a man to the side of the stage and spoke quietly with him for a few moments. His English was poor, but he understood me well enough, the two hundred dollars I offered remarkably speeding the lesson. I gave him my key and he went backstage, while I returned to our table to wait for you.
It was embarrassing to walk out with the wet stain on my shirt showing, but I took comfort in the fact that I was not the only one. Arm in arm, we filed out, and walked the half block back to our hotel. Checking at the desk for messages, and an additional key, the clerk failed to even notice my shirt, perhaps he was accustomed to his guests returning in this state. We walked up the stairs and entered our room.
As you prepared for bed, I lay quietly, thinking, regretting, anticipating, knowing I could not turn back, fearful of losing you, deciding reluctantly that this was my gift to you, hoping you would love me even more for giving it to you. The timing of their arrival could not have been better, as you emerged from the bathroom, we heard a knock on the door.
We looked at each other, you puzzled at the intrusion, I knew, and struggled to keep from grinning, as I rose and went to the door. As I passed you, the scent of my woman wafted to me, my soul twisted and I fought the urge to ignore the door. Hesitating, I stood for am moment in front of you, taking your beauty in once more. Your hair fell about your shoulders, caressing your cheeks, blue eyes luminous, lips in a bemused smile as you anticipated our lovemaking. For tonight you chose a black teddy, full lace, your aureoles and nipples partially hidden and fully erect. My hand cupped a breast, feeling the warmth, the weight, tracing the outline as my eyes roamed lower. The legs of the teddy rose high, exposing your hips, the material forming a vee over your center, seeming to point my gaze, your legs together as you stood, I could see the puffy fullness of your lips outlined through the embroidery. Once more I wondered at your womanliness, and regretted my decision. My eyes returned to yours and detected a bit of fear as we heard the knock on the door again, this time louder. I turned from you, and opened the door.
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