A Blowjob on the Beach

I thought the hostel rio playa was going to be a real party type place, which was the only reason I was in Playa, but it was dead when I arrived. It was early afternoon so I killed some time drinking beer

and people watching on the beach until close to sundown. The hostel was a short block and a half a way and I walked back shirtless and barefoot; passing the hordes of people walking down the pedestrian only fifth avenue. I liked the feel of Playa. It was very alive (especially at night) and it had a good mixture of local culture and tourism. The beach was a beautiful clear turquoise and the white powder sand felt good beneath the feet.

There were two Aussie girls in the room when I got back.  One had the flu and the other was hungover. I talked with them both for a bit but there wasn’t any spark in the conversation and I was disappointed in what I thought was going to be an uneventful night. They mentioned an Austrian guy named Andy who was out learning how to scuba dive. I sat around waiting for him to return to see if he might want to go out and have a couple beers.  I hadn’t met him at that point, but I didn’t have anyone else to do anything with. The girls spoke well of him so I figured I’d probably get along with him good enough.

When he came in the girls talked with him about his scuba lessons and I gauged his personality from my bed in the corner. “I could get along with this guy” I thought to myself. He wasn’t loud and didn’t talk too much. He seemed humorous and had a confident look in his eyes which also expressed a sense of adventure. He knew how to talk to the two girls in a way that I liked.  We didn’t say anything to each other right away and it didn’t seem like we were going to. When I got the feeling that he was going to stay in for the night, I got up and introduced myself and told him I was heading to another hostel that I had walked past earlier in the day which seemed to be a much more lively place. I asked him if he wanted to head over with me and have a beer. He agreed to drinking and ten or fifteen minutes later we were walking down the hostel stairs and onto the streets thick with music and people. It was easy chatting with him as we walked the few blocks to Hostal Che. We said hello to the pretty Argentinian girl at the front desk and asked her to buzz open the gate which led up the stairs to the hostel bar.

There was an Argentinian band playing. Everyone sitting around the tables was from Argentina, all in their own groups. Me and Andy walked to the bar and bought ourselves a caguama each and found a table in the back, commenting on the awkward outsider feeling we both had. We sat drinking beer, yelling in each other’s ear over the music. We weren’t feeling the place so we quickly drank our beer and split. The night was early so we walked down to the club zone. A lot of the clubs were open air facing out to the street. There were lights and people all over; beautiful curvy bodied latinas wearing hardly a thing were dancing on pedestals in the clubs to lure men in from the outside; the booming club music drowned out all conversation and there were promoters all over the place trying to cut us an entry deal. It was a frenetic scene and we blasted through it with a quick pace.

As we walked further away and it became more quiet we began asking around for no entry cover bars. The only bar we could find was a place called Mezcalinna. It didn’t look very alive and Andy had Scuba lessons early the next morning so we didn’t walk in and instead looped around the block to head back to our hostel. During our loop we heard a girl call out, “Hey” and we turned to look. She was calling out to us so we walked over to her – tall light skinned brunette with glasses and ankle length skirt which had slits on the sides that went halfway up the thigh; a good set of breasts; not unattractive, but not a girl you would stop to look twice at either. She was also looking for a bar with no cover. We told her about Mezcalinna and offered to walk her over to it. She was from Spain. She was staying with a friend forty-five minutes walking distance from the bar. We thought it was crazy that she walked so far by herself and we thought it was crazy she called out to us. Me and Andy decided to go in the bar with her and have a beer just for something to do.

The energy inside Mezcalinna didn’t feel alive at all. The crowd was mostly young guys and the music was too loud to talk . We each bought ourselves a beer and the girl started dancing with herself – tilting her head back and closing her eyes as she raised her face to the air; moving her hips; moving her arms in the air like she was completely entranced with the music. She was one of the few girls and the only one in the bar dancing. Many of the guys in the bar watched her curiously, including Me and Andy. She would dance over to us every few minutes while we sipped our beers, chat for a bit and then dance away from us. Andy commented that she was an easy lay, that she was looking for it. The thought never crossed my mind. I thought she just wanted to dance. She told us she was going to the bathroom and Andy finished his beer. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Let me know how it goes tomorrow” and walked right out. I still had half my bottle. She walked back over to me after she finished in the restroom and I told her that Andy had to split for Scuba lessons early the next morning. We both finished our beers while yelling over the loud music. I asked if she wanted to go outside while I smoked. We sat on the floor outside the bar talking while I finished my cigarette.

Andy had got in my head about the easy lay comment, and even though I wasn’t hot for her I figured I’d hang with her for the night seeing as I had nothing else to do. We walked to the beach and she kept dancing around. Some of the time it didn’t even seem like she was present while I talked to her. Other times she was intently present and would bust my balls about a thing I said. We walked past a hotel with a bunch of people lounging on chairs listening to a band play. She stood right behind them dancing. I didn’t want to stand next to her while she danced so I just kept walking. I slowed down while she caught up and at some point while I was saying something she went in to kiss me. I kissed her back reluctantly. There were people walking by us as we kissed on the sand and it made me uncomfortable. I pulled away from the kiss and commented on how I felt and she thought it was the dumbest thing in the world to be ashamed of making out in public and she seemed offended. I pointed to a somewhat hidden spot next to a boat parked on the sand where we could go and sit and kiss.

We both sat down and started kissing. We sat side by side and kissed hard. I slid my fingers along the back of her neck and into her hair, pulling at it gently. I kissed her softly beneath the ear and used my other hand to slide up the side of her body and over her breast. I squeezed her breast, enjoying the big round firmness of it before moving my hand back down the side of her body and over her ass. Her ass was great for grabbing. I grabbed it hard and kissed her harder as I became increasingly excited. I moved my hand from her ass along her outer thigh and up the inner thigh. I used my index and middle finger to apply pressure, rubbing above the underwear covering the tight little mound beneath. With my two fingers I spread aside her underwear and felt the wet lips beneath. I moved my fingers slowly up and down the inside of her lips awhile before pushing my fingers inside of her. She was very tight. I could feel the tight hard resistance of the inside of her body against my fingers. I pushed my fingers in and pulled them halfway out slowly and with ease.  Her hand moved across the growing bulge beneath my pants and she rubbed against me. She didn’t rub against me long before moving her hand up to my belt buckle. I didn’t make any attempt to undue the belt buckle myself. Some women have trouble with this part. She didn’t have trouble. She undid my button and unzipped my pants and pulled out the throbbing piece of meat burning between my legs. I still had my fingers inside of her; sliding them in and almost out as she stroked me up and down and up down before positioning her body so that she could lower head and wrap her lips around me.

I sat there with my feet in the sand while her mouth and her hand slid up and down, up and down. She had a good head of hair and I ran my fingers through it and pulled at it a bit. Meanwhile I was keeping an eye out for passers by. This Spanish girl wasn’t shy about what she was doing and seemed to be enjoying herself. She was enjoying herself so much so that I had to try pulling her head away, but she was intent on finishing the job. I gave in and let her work away before finally filling her mouth with the life of me. She took it down her throat and into the belly.

She came up from my lap and looked at me and smiled and grabbed some tissue from her bag. She used it to wipe her lips and cheek and gave me some to clean myself up. She asked if I’d like to head back (and I’m sitting there a bit stunned at what just happened, how easy it was, how unexpected). I said yes (dreading the idea of having to walk her at least half way back the way she came 45 minutes away). It was an increasingly good night though. She asked me where my hostel was and I knew I wasn’t going to have to walk her. We made it to my hostel in no time. I was hungry so I bought a slice of pizza from a stall across the street from my hostel. She waited and talked with me while I ate it. At the entrance to my hostel, at the bottom of the stairs she told me to put out my hand and poured a few m&m’s in my palm before saying “dame un beso”. I gave her a peck on the lips and we parted ways smooth as butter.

I got up late the next morning, showered, packed, ate and said bye to the two Aussie girls. Andy was out at his dive training and I never got a chance to tell him the story. I checked out of the hostel, went and bought a torta to go and ate it outside of the collectivo station while I waited for the van to Cancun.