She gave me her number, and I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t sure if Adrienne really had an interest or had just gotten me Bianca’s number, but either way, I owed her. Bianca’s body was exceptional. I didn’t imagine she would ever be a top model, but I was sure she could make a living modeling.
She gave me her number, then kissed my cheek and thanked me again.
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When I returned to the table, the three girls were in high spirits. I sat back and listened to them rate all the guys who were within eyesight. Being immersed in Spanish had helped me follow conversations better. I still didn’t understand all the words, but I got the general drift of what they were saying.
I was sure if they had any idea I understood their conversation, they would have been embarrassed. Wow, and I thought guys were graphic. They were fascinated with how big they imagined the men’s packages might be. I guess it was no worse than when guys talked about boobs. Speaking of which, they all had more than a handful, of which I approved.
“Let’s take this party back to the hotel,” Sarita announced in English.
I settled the bill and was shocked at the final amount. All told, we’d spent nearly $500 when you included the cover charge. While that wouldn’t break me, I didn’t need to be blowing money like that. That was equivalent to what most Cuban families made in six months or more. If they simply lived off the average wage, then it could be over a year’s worth of money. I was almost positive that Sarita, probably through Paz, was getting a kickback on what I spent. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to know you were being hustled.
We found a cab and were soon back at the hotel. Paul, doing his job as wingman, took Sarita’s friends to his room. Sarita walked in and looked around.
“This is nice. I’ve never been in a suite before,” she said.
I took that to mean she’d seen other rooms at this hotel. Sarita stepped over to look out the window, and I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
“I freaked out, thinking there was a big fire downtown the second night I was here. Turns out, they were spraying for mosquitoes,” I admitted.
Sarita turned in my arms, and our lips met. She gave my chest a little push before things became too heated.
“I’m a good Catholic girl.”
I smiled inside. Time to cut bait and move on.
“That’s okay. I would never push you to do anything you weren’t comfortable doing. Let me get you some money so you can catch a cab home.”
I stepped over to my dresser and found the equivalent of five dollars. I was amazed that they charged tourists about what you’d expect in the States, but Cuban nationals paid pennies on the dollar for the same thing. It was more than enough for her to get home.
“It will be closer to ten dollars to get home,” she said.
I gave her another five.
“Could we go to a concert tomorrow? There’s a band I’ve been wanting to see. Maybe we could invite Cassidy and Luis if she’s feeling better.”
“I think I’m busy. Why don’t I call you or tell your brother when I’m free again?” I asked.
Sarita was a bright girl; she saw her fish wiggling off the hook. She came up to me and pulled my head down for a kiss goodnight. I wasn’t shocked when things heated up. Moments later, Sarita pushed me back onto the couch and climbed into my lap. My hands cupped her firm butt, and she ground herself against me.
Like for every teenage boy, the grinding had a pronounced effect. Sarita couldn’t help but feel my desire. It had been a while since I’d dry-humped someone. I found it amusing that she thought she could play me. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. Sarita rocked back and took in my torso, then leaned forward and began kissing my chest.
I leaned back and enjoyed what she was doing. She kissed down to my stomach and stuck her tongue into my belly button. I reached down, undid my pants, and pushed them and my underwear to mid-thigh. I touched the top of her head, and she didn’t resist as she went down on me.
This was just sex. After listening to Sarita and her friends all night, I just wanted to get lucky.
“Take your top off for me,” I said.
Sarita stopped what she was doing, and I could tell she was having second thoughts. I waited to see if she would leave, but she did as I asked. I admired her breasts. They weren’t big, but they looked lovely on her. Sarita had small areolae and tiny nipples. She looked at me for approval, and I smiled at her, so she resumed giving me oral pleasure.
I let her suck my dick for several minutes until I wanted more.
“Come here,” I said.
I lifted her up and then slid her onto the couch so I was above her.
“David, I …”
“Shush. I’ve got this,” I said, pushing her legs apart and lowering my head to her crotch.
Sarita was wearing a short skirt, so all I had to do was move her panties to get to her sex. She seemed stunned that I would go down on her. It didn’t take her long to get aroused enough to get her juices flowing. Sarita had a small orgasm, and I raised my head and shifted up to kiss her.
“Condom,” she ordered.
Such a good Catholic girl … she would have to go to confession and explain the use of birth control. I put one on, and she finished getting naked. Sarita had a nice body.
“You’re big. Let me be on top until I’m used to you,” she said.
“Let’s go to the bedroom so I can lie down,” I suggested.
The couch was only six feet long, so I didn’t fit. Sarita grabbed my hand and made sure I got a good view of her butt as she wiggled it at me. She crawled on top of me and straddled my waist. I reached down, pointed my member to where it needed to be, and let her slowly sink down. Sarita bit her bottom lip as Mr. Happy stretched her. Her head fell to the side as she concentrated on slowly rising and falling on my manhood. Each stroke found just a bit more sliding in. She was finally able to take it all.
Sarita was a small girl, all of five feet nothing. Her size made my member look huge as I watched it split her open. She completely flipped out when I reached down and used three fingers to rub over the top of her sex. Sarita began to shake and shudder, and I felt wetness cover my groin.
When she calmed down, I grabbed her hips and took control. Her tight little body wanted to fight me at first, but it soon accepted my full thrusts. Sarita became an active participant at that point, and we started to have some serious fun.
I must have been horny because we ended up going four rounds. During the last one, she announced her desire to marry me and have lots and lots of babies for me. If I hadn’t heard her earlier in the evening, I might have believed she meant it. I guess I was getting jaded.
I remembered Tony and Luis warning me about the “Cuban Honeymoon,” where I would wake up and find the girl had ripped me off. With that in mind, I gave her another $50 and sent her home. After she left, I shook my head. She hadn’t even offered not to take the money. It was clear where we stood.
Sarita had gotten me to agree to go to the concert tomorrow night. Mr. Happy had made that decision for me. He was used to more regular sex than I’d been getting since I’d arrived. I guessed it was true what women said. The little head made my decisions for me tonight. The big brain was okay with it but was cautious about Sarita and her friends. I hoped Paul had a good time.
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Chapter 5 – That’s A Wrap Thursday May 26
I had another day off today. The writers were still working out the kinks caused by Kimberly, my main love interest in the film, quitting. The press had been all over her about why she left. For now, she was going with the ‘safety on set’ story. Leaping crocodiles were enough to scare anyone. I suspected that if the studio pushed back, she might reveal the whole reason she made her exit, mainly Laurent forcing her to have sex to get the role.