So I was heading down to Mexico with Amy, a chick I had fucked but a couple of times to visit my buddy YoungG. We were supposed to attend a wedding, but that was just an excuse for us to get south of the border and act belligerently.
After driving all night we finally arrive in Puerto Nuevo exhausted and delirious. So what better way to sharpen my senses then to get drunk? In my inebriated state I make my way to the lobby and tell the ugly Hispanic chick behind the counter that I need a room. She tells me that she’s sorry but the wedding guests have reserved the entire hotel and unless I had made a reservation in advance – which would have taken foresight that of course I don’t have – they had no rooms available.
Fuck it, I’ll find someplace to crash I’m sure, but this could definitely put a cramp in my ability to get Amy into bed for some Mexican loving. I head back to the bar and order another round of drinks to give me ideas on where I can bed my chiquita. A few rounds later we end up near the hotel pool.
The combination of the alcohol flowing through my veins, the hot Mexican sun making everyone wet with sweat and the girls running around in skimpy wet bikinis sparked a fierce arousal in me that needed to be quenched. I needed sex now, and not having a room was not going to be an obstacle.
I walked over to the pool and told YoungG who was lounging in the shallow end with a Margarita in hand, “‘I need your room keys now!”
YoungG was torn. He feared the destruction I would most definitely reap to his room in my bid for sexual release, but even more then that he feared the fiery look that burned in my eyes that told him I was in the mood for something depraved and God save any man who stands in my way. With a slight tremble of fear and uncertainty in his voice he replied, “my keys are in my shoes,” and he turned away, not wanting to witness the act of me grabbing his keys, that moment of certainty that would confirm that his room would face the brunt of my sexual recklessness.
I grabbed Amy’s arm and gave a hard tug and said, “come on, we’re leaving now.” She faltered as I was moved with a determined gait because I needed release immediately. I get to the second floor and hurriedly make my way to YoungG’s room. I approach the door and try to fit the key in the lock and it doesn’t fit. I look at the the key and the number on the tag the two do not match, in my drunken state I must have forgotten which door was his. I make my way to the door matching the room key number and open the lock.
Before the door even closes we are passionately tearing each other’s clothes off. I slam her up against the dresser and I insert my cock into her soft velveteen box. I am pounding away with reckless abandon as if the harder I fuck the more sexual tension I will release. Amy is moaning and throwing her head back in orgasmic glee. She wraps her thin legs around me and forces my junk further up inside her. This is the act that pushes me over the edge, it is the act which allows me to release my sexual frustrations and the orgasm I achieved was divine.
We are both spent and I slowly remove myself from her vaginal clutch and the record setting load that I have deposited in her begins to drip out onto the stained wood of the dresser. In a single moment of inspired depravity Amy carves out a niche for herself in my heart as she takes my expelled semen in her fingers and turns and writes my name with it on the large vanity mirror behind her. She gets down and I stand staring at my nude self in the mirror, my name written in pasty semen upon it I and I have a transcendent moment that I can’t even begin to describe. It almost brings a tear to my eye in just recalling it.
But all moments must end and so I pull my eyes away from the semen graffiti and make my way to the bathroom and grab a towel to wipe off the sexual remnants covering my crotch. Amy looks at me and asks if she can use it to clean her fingers and I tell her, “just use your mouth…it’s finger licken’ good.” She is not really amused and it is going to be a long week and I’ll have further need for her so I hand over the towel. She tosses the towel on the bed and we get dressed and head back towards the pool.
As we get poolside I see YoungG watching me as I approach with a satisfied grin on my face. I walk over to his shoes and very dramatically place the keys back in them. He can tell just by my actions that the room is now a post fuck war zone. Then he looks up at me and returns my arrogant smile and says simply, “Those aren’t my shoes.”
