The Bangover Diaries: Cali Girl-Getting the JIF Part II
I was introduced to the JIF quite unawares by a young, trim Columbiana from Cali. She had medium length dark hair and brown eyes, and a trim little hard body, and a great attitude (at first).
Not long after our arrival in San Jose, one fine evening Frankie and I were chatting with her and her truly stunning blonde friend at the blue Marlin. I later found out the blonde was in fact her sister, which one wouldn’t have guessed, because they didn’t even look remotely from the same litter.
But then again, that’s true of my brother and I as well, and even though she had an average looking face, the size and shape of her trim spinner body gave me the rush right away as Frankie was obviously clicking with her sister the next chair over.
As we chatted, after a couple of drinks it seemed pretty obvious to me that I was being interviewed as potential boyfriend, or even husband material, and so I played along, because telling ’em what they want to hear is the quickest way to get into a woman’s panties in any language, in any country.
That, and Tequilla……….But I digress.
Among other things, she needed to hear that I didn’t judge her for what she was doing, and I reassured her that I didn’t, which was true enough. But, get the picture, she was a 19 or 20 year old hard body chatting with a man old enough to be her father in one of Latin America’s most notorious houses of ill repute, me telling her we had just arrived in town, and she asking me how long I would be in town (3 more days, the honest truth) which was a perfect setup for the JIF.
I figured this out later when we took our leave for my room and she proceeded to suck and fuck me con gusto in a way I’ve seen only once or twice since, at least from a pro, anyway (wives and girlfriends, as always, are excluded from such salacious comparisons).
Once in the room as we settled down to preliminaries, we got naked and she lay on her back on the bed as I moved into position over her for a good, old fashioned face-fucking. And, although she wasn’t the prettiest lass in the bar (Not ugly, mind, but perhaps a tad on the plain side) she took the face-fucking with enthusiasm, and reacted to my coming in her mouth with a surprised but happy expression, and swallowed the entire sample without gagging, to my great surprise.
After removing my mein Fett Schlager from her mouth and staring at and stroking it, she determined to squeeze out a few pearl drops more, then give my helmet a lick around with her tongue, and then smiled up at me, a few drops over flowing out of the side of her mouth as she gripped it and dragged it around her mouth and around her chin with her eyes closed before once again looking up and kissing it, then looking up at me with a job-well-done expression on her face: I would surely love to have a video clip of that scene, let me tell you, and that was only the beginning.
It’s not often that that round two proceeds immediately with me, but after she got up to the mirror to wash her face and take a drink of water to wash down my load, I enjoyed the view of her youthful, athletic body and perfect ass from behind for a minute or two, and my manhood remained harder than wood-pecker lips.
As she came back to the bed, soon we went at it again, almost as if in competition to see who would run out of steam first; But this round she took the initiative, with me lying down and holding on for dear life as she slipped on a condom and mounted me, and commenced bucking hard like the fine filly she was, fucking me with a look on her face of almost evil abandon and intensity, as if to say, “You’re gonna remember THIS Columbian pussy….”
Mein schlager remained rock hard and thru several positions, and as we went at each other with a vengeance, I had to marvel at the flexibility of her tight, young body; she had a bangin’ body if ever there was one, and I put her thru her paces from several different angles. She had a beautiful, tight little pussy as well, and during a short break in the action, I remember her lying there on her back with one leg straight and one spread, her beautiful little rose in full bloom between them, her taut stomach and perky tits likewise lying before me as I paused to admire them all.
Mr. Bobo was soon ready for action again, and as she lie on her back and spread both legs looking up at me with an intense expression, I was on my knees above and facing her, looking down upon that sublime scene, and as she pulled her knees back to their utmost, I gave that beautiful wet little gash a short cock-whipping before sliding inside her.
As I stood upright on my knees, I assumed the caveman position and grabbed a tit with one hand and her hip with the other, starting slowly at first and then grinding at three quarter speed. Since such women seem to take wicked pleasure in watching a man ejaculate, I, so as not to disappoint her, took matters into my own hand, quickly pulling my cock out of her and removed the condom.
After a few strokes of the sausage, I squirted a foot-long wad on her taut belly as she squeeled with surprise, and then I wiped off my helmet in her belly button as I squeezed the tube of it’s last few drops.
I had to give her pussy a short bare cock-whipping to finish, which also brought from her another open-mouthed expression of surprise and what seemed like a mild protest, but also a wiggle of pleasure, or so it seemed to me, in any case, and damned if my cock wasn’t still at full attention as I stood over her, catching my breath before collapsing next to her.
As I look over at her, her enthusiastic smile led me to believe that she could have kept this up all night, but I was certainly done, and as she grabbed a towel and wiped up the seed from her belly and then cheerfully dressed, she had a confident look on her face as she told me she’d see me downstairs at the bar, where she would be with her sister.
And, so she was when I went back down to the bar after an hour’s rest to find Frankie, she and her stunning sister laughing and carrying on as I walked up.
Frankie, you’ll remember, always makes the first night a late one, and I was to find out that he had already engaged the sister for an all-nighter, which usually starts out with dinner and a night of bar hopping, and a happy ending at the room for todo la noche, con sexo esta noche, sexo in la manana, mucho sexo. (for non-Spanish speakers, it means all night, with sex tonight, sex in the morning, lots of sex)
These and a few other useful phrases will be shared with you, dear reader, but for now let’s just say my tank was emptied for the evening, even as I was happy to party with them for a couple of more hours before retiring, my girl asking one last time if I was down for another round, which I politely declined before going back to my room alone for a much-needed night’s rest.
I couldn’t blame her for asking, and even if she wasn’t as pretty as her sister, or even as pretty as the average Cali girl (A city known for it’s beautiful women), she was a ride which would have given a novice either a heart attack, or a pledge of eternal loyalty to her.
For a true veteran like myself, however, I had to take it in stride, because by then I was well familiar with rules number one and two, and not inclined to be tied down to her with so many other beauties about. And soon enough, at the Blue Marlin, I was to meet the Ravishing Romanian.
Continued………
