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By John Anais (Anon address)


I'm a traveling salesman. I was in Minneapolis with very little to do and plenty of time to kill. I left my motel to walk down by a river near by when I heard Mexican music. I followed the sound until I found a street party with hundreds of people, Mexican food, loud music, and lots of very pretty women.

This looks like fun, I said to myself, and promptly began to mix with the crowd, most of who were speaking only Spanish. I got some food and sat at a table near a group of four young women, who looked at me and began to giggle. I paid no attention to them, but after a while I noticed that one was looking at me and smiling. She winked and smiled broadly, and I tossed my head to let her know that I was interested and to come over.

She left her girlfriends and came over to me. I found out very quickly that she spoke very little English. "Habla Espanol?" she asked. "Un poquito," I replied, and she smiled again. "Que es su nombre?" she asked. "John," I replied. "Juanito..." she said slowly, smiling as the syllables rolled off her tongue. "Yo soy Guadalupe. Lupe." she said.

We sat smiling at one another and the band struck up a lively Nortena number that sounded like the polkas that I grew up with as a kid. She let out a whoop and grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance area, pulling me around in circles, laughing wildly as the music played on.

I found myself standing there as she whirled about, falling madly in love with her. She had dark brown skin and very dark brown eyes; her straight black hair was braided and fell to just below her rounded rump. She wore a black silk blouse, distressed denim jeans, and spike-heeled shoes. Too much makeup and long dangling earrings that reached her shoulders, and a very heavy perfume that smelled of jasmine. She was exquisite, the girl of my dreams, the girl that I had wanted all my life. I wanted to tell her that, but couldn't remember the words for it in Spanish.

The tempo of the music slowed down tremendously and Lupe reached for me. She pulled me close, looking straight into my eyes, and we danced slowly. I could feel her heart pounding, or was it mine? I couldn't tell any more. The tune ended and we stood there looking at one another, not knowing what to do. "Mi guero..." she said breathily. "Vamos."

She took me by the hand and we walked down the street, away from the fiesta. We turned a corner and walked about two blocks, and she pulled me toward an apartment building. She led me up the stairs, pulled the key from her pocket, and opened the door. She turned and faced me, smiled, and beckoned me inside with a crooked finger.

Her apartment was small but neat; the smell of frijoles and chicken hung in the air and a radio played quietly in a corner. I took her in my arms and held her close, and the two of us sat slowly on her couch, not taking our eyes off of one another.

Lupe and I sat on the couch kissing deeply. The fire in her eyes, the fervor of her kisses, and the strength of her grip told me that she was just beginning to warm up. She slipped her feet out of her bright red, open toed, high heeled pumps as I opened her silk blouse to reveal her white lace bargain basement bra which was easily two sizes too small for her, judging from the way the straps dug into her shoulders and sides and the way her warm brown boobs overfilled the cups. I reached behind her and tried to unfasten the hooks, but the thing was on so tightly that I couldn't.

She smiled broadly, her bright white teeth glistening and contrasting with the heavy coat of blood-red lipstick on her thick lips, sat up and reached behind her, and a second later the cheap foundation sprang forward off of her chest with a loud snap, allowing her heavy breasts to sag slightly. She laughed loudly as she tossed the bra on top of her blouse, saying something in Spanish that I didn't understand, but ending it with a loud "BANG!" It was obviously a relief to have it off.

Lupe's huge dark nipples were inviting my mouth, and I bowed my head to suckle them. She stroked my hair tenderly with her long pink fingernails, murmuring softly, then gradually breathing more deeply and loudly as I flicked my tongue across the hardened button. The more I did it, the louder her moaning and breathing became, then suddenly she began to wail and toss her head back and forth. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into her bosom, nearly suffocating me, and only let go when I began to push against her. "Oh Juanito," she moaned, looking into my eyes and smiling softly.

She stood up suddenly and grabbed my hands. "What?" I asked, to which she could only reply "arriba..." She pulled me to my feet and sat on the coffee table in front of me. She never took her eyes out of mine as she pulled my belt open, opened my pants, and pulled them down along with my undershorts.

My cock was painfully hard and sprang out, nearly hitting her in the face, as she took it in her hand. "Mmmmmmmm," she said as she licked her lips, wrapped her lips around her teeth and took my cock all the way down her throat in one gulp. She pulled it out slowly, leaving most of her lipstick on the shaft, then sucked it back down.

She really knew how to suck; her mouth was like a vacuum, keeping a warm sucking pressure on my cock, never letting her teeth touch it, sucking slow, then fast, bringing me closer to a huge orgasm with every bob of her head.

Suddenly she pulled her head back and let go of my cock. "Chingame," she said sternly, lust in her eyes. "Pardon?" I said, knowing very little Spanish. "Chingame," she said again. "What?" I repeated, getting frustrated. "Joo foke me now, OK?" she said, somewhat impatiently, as if I should understand. "Ohhhh..." I said, smiling weakly.

Lupe stood up and opened her leather cowboy belt and took off her jeans. She wore high-waisted cotton panties which she pulled off at the same time. She now stood naked in front of me as I kicked off my trousers and undershorts and pulled my shirt off over my head. She reached up and put her arms around my neck and we kissed again as we sat down on the couch.

She got on my lap facing me with her legs spread around my cock and reached down to guide it into her warm, wet pussy. She had quite a heavy bush, but I noticed that the hair was soft as she dragged my cock across it. Finding the opening, she braced herself on the back of the couch as she sat down slowly.

My cock slipped into her easily and when she hit bottom, she smiled, saying something else in Spanish that I didn't understand, then began to raise herself up and down on me. She started slowly, just like she did when she sucked my cock, and soon was bouncing up and down furiously as she and I came closer to orgasm.

She screamed loudly and dug her sharp fingernails into my back and I felt her pussy muscles tighten around me, and I couldn't help myself. I sent a huge stream of jizm into her, one that felt like it wouldn't stop.

We sat holding one another for a long time, knowing that it would never happen again, but knowing that it was wonderful while it lasted. I think about her all the time now; I doubt I'll ever forget...

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