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Alejandra

By: DaveDevlin



After leaving the lab, Alejandra rode her bike to the studio and sweated out an hour's session of bikram yoga. The studio was packed on this Saturday morning. When it was over, she wiped the perspiration from her face and neck with a towel and put her black, horn-rimmed glasses back on. She checked out the community bulletin board and said her goodbyes before taking off. 

Alejandra was a tall woman, 5'10" in height, and had a thick, muscular build. Her hair was black and short and her skin complexion was brown. On this muggy morning, she was dressed in a faded REI shirt, tight blue shorts, and Birkenstocks. Her big butt cheeks bulged out of the shorts and she had to pull them down occasionally. The back of her shirt was soaked in sweat and stuck to her back. 

After strapping on her helmet, she got on her bike and sped off. Her rolled up yoga matt stuck out of her backpack. When she rode past a fire engine, the guys on board smiled at her. She finally arrived at her apartment in Albany Hill minutes later, overlooking the cities of El Cerrito and Albany. 

Once she was inside, she stripped naked and jumped into the shower. When she was finished, she dried herself with a towel and walked around her place nude. It was warm and she had all the windows open. Sitting at her laptop, she checked her email and drank some water. A few people expressed interest in buying the guitar she had advertised on Craigslist. The most polite and friendly, not to mention most persistent person, worked nearby. He gave a pretty hefty offer for the instrument and so she decided to call him. 

"Hi, may I speak to Joel?" she asked, pushing her glasses up her nose. 

"Speaking," a young man said. 

"Hello, my name's Alejandra. You emailed me a couple of times about wanting to buy the acoustic guitar." 

"Oh, yeah. Sounds like a fantastic instrument." 

"You're still interested I take it?" She hooked her big toe around the leg of a chair. 

"Heck yeah!" he said, laughing. "I've been looking for something like that for a while. When I saw your ad I thought it was too good to be true." 

"Yes, this particular model's pretty rare. So, it looks like you work in my neck of the woods. When would you like to meet up?" 

"Uhh, how about tomorrow afternoon?" 

"Sure, that's fine." 

* * *

She walked down the hill with the guitar case in her hand, arriving at a shop called the Fish Bowl moments later. A bell chimed when she entered. Standing in the doorway, she looked around at the numerous tanks full of fish. Some were very colorful and pretty, others were tiny and swam fast. She was still looking in awe when a slender man with neatly trimmed blonde hair approached her. 

"Alejandra?" he said, grinning. 

"You must be Joel." 

They shook hands firmly. 

"Nice store," she commented. 

"Thanks. I thought the same thing a couple of years ago. That's why I decided to buy it when the last owner declared retirement." 

"Good investment," she said, chuckling. "Well, here it is." She laid the instrument on the counter, opening the case. 

He took it out gently and examined it. "Wow, what a beauty!" After a moment he said, "You said you'd take a check, right?" 

"Yes." 

Joel scribbled out a check, handing it to her. "Are you Filipina?" 

"Good guess. I'm also half Brazilian." 

"Oh, that's a sexy combination," he said, smiling flirtatiously. "My last girlfriend was Filipina." 

She returned a grin. "I see." 

"Can you speak Tagalog and Portuguese?" 

"Yes, but not fluently, nor can I write or read either language." 

"But you could survive in each country probably, right? Carry a halfway decent conversation?" 

Alejandra nodded. "Yes." 

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be nosy, but where were you born? And where did you grow up?" 

"I was born in Manila and spent part of my childhood there and in Rio de Janeiro and Sao Paolo. I moved to the U.S. when I was fifteen." 

He closed the guitar case, nodding. "Interesting." He chuckled. "Here's my nosy personality again: so have you lived in America?" 

She pushed her glasses up her nose, her bare foot slipping out of her one Birkenstock. It rested on top of the shoe. "Well, my family and I first settled in New York because I had relatives there. There's also a big Brazilian population there. Then, after that, we became nomads for a while and lived in Atlanta for a while, then Tennessee, Maryland, South Carolina, and Missouri." 

Joel gave her a puzzled look. 

She laughed. "Yeah, I know, it's weird. My father traveled a lot for his job, and dragged us all over the place. Let me tell ya, it was pretty frustrating to have to go to so many different high schools! Once I started making really cool friends, I had to leave and meet a whole new set of people. And on and on." 

"Ahh, man, that sucks! You don't have an accent, either." 

"Yeah, I think it thinned out from living here so long." 

"So how'd you end up in beautiful Albany, California?" 

"My family and I moved out here 'cause we had relatives in the Bay Area, too. My parents wanted to be close to them. Plus, it's such a nice place to live, so multicultural, diverse, environmentally conscious, and liberal, you know?" 

"Tell me about it. Well, listen, Alejandra, I won't hold you up any longer." They shook hands again. "Thanks again for the guitar." 

"You're very welcome. Glad to know it went to someone who will really appreciate it." 

"Right on. Say, wanna have lunch sometime?" 

She worked out at the gym the next day, concentrating especially on her butt, thighs, and calves. They were huge and muscular now, not to mention her arms and wide back. Wearing a tank top, tight purple shorts, and ankle sweat bands, she walked barefoot to the stretching area and did some stretches. A couple of guys walked by her, grinning. 

When she was done at the gym, she pedaled her bike to a local music shop in Berkeley and bought a guitar tuner and a harmonica. Back at her apartment, she played the harmonica for a while. She played walking barefoot around her place, or sitting on the sofa. Then she tuned her guitar and played and sang a few folk tunes, and later did several classic rock songs. 

She took a break and surfed the Internet a little bit. She canceled her membership to an online dating website. After clicking a few buttons using her mouse it was a done deal. It had been an interesting experience and she met some nice guys through it but decided to take a break. She grabbed the harmonica and started playing it again as she scrolled down an article. Suddenly, the phone rang and she picked it up. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, Alex, it's Terry." 

"Hey, how's it going? I was just gonna call you. So we're still on for the Radiohead concert?" 

"Yep. Are you excited?" 

"Definitely. In fact, I'm wearing their shirt as we're speaking." 

"Cool." 

"I'll order the tickets later." 

"Okay, thanks. So what else is new?" 

Alejandra told her she just canceled her online dating membership. 

"Did you have any luck?" 

"No. . .I mean, I went on some really fun dates and met some really cool men, but didn't feel any chemistry with any of them." 

"Dating's tough." 

"I didn't join with the intention of meeting someone right away. I wanted to take it slow and easy, get to know people first, you know? Just looking for friends, basically. In fact, I still keep in touch with a couple of guys. We're movie and hiking pals, I guess you could say. 'Cause it's no fun watching a movie at a theater by yourself, you know?" 

"Totally." 

"Or going on a hike alone. Sometimes we go to the Farmer's Market together and have even played board games at a café." 

"Cool. I like the idea of friends, too. Seems more appealing right now." 

Alejandra told her about Joel. "I sold him one of my guitars. We're gonna have lunch and go to an open mic." 

"You're both going to sing and play guitars together?" 

"Yeah. Should be fun." 

"You like him?" 

"He's not really my type but I thought it would be nice to have another musician friend." 

"Seems like you already have a lot of those, Alex." 

"True, but it doesn't hurt to have more, you know? It's good to network." 

"Is he good looking?" 

"He's okay. Kinda skinny, and shorter than me." 

"For a big woman, you don't mind shorter and smaller guys, do you?" 

"Doesn't really bother me. Looks aren't everything." 

"Nice that you're so open minded. Well, I gotta get going. Let me know when you get those tickets." 

The following Monday, Alejandra worked overtime at the lab. As she studied Petri dishes under a microscope her cell phone started vibrating on her desk. She tried to ignore the sound and concentrate but finally pulled herself away from the microscope. After picking up the phone she looked at the number on the screen. 

"Hey, Joel," she said. 

"Hi. Did I catch you at an okay time?" 

"Yeah, yeah, no problem." She looked at the Petri dishes. 

"Cool. Hey, so we're still on for lunch and the open mic?" 

"Yes." 

"Cool. Hey, I've been playing your guitar a lot. Totally rocks!!!"

She smiled, looking at the dishes again. "Glad you like it." 

"It's totally sweet. The sound it produces is fantastic. Thanks again." 

"Oh, you're welcome." 

"Say, are you sure you don't want any free fish? I can give you anything you like. Speak now or forever hold your peace." 

"No, I'm good, thanks. . .well, I'd better be going." 

"Sure, sure. Hey, wanna grab a beer and play pool later at Club Mallard?" 

"That sounds fun but I've got a lot of things to wrap up at work. Maybe another time." 

"Okay. Well, I'll see you later in the week then." 

"Bye." 

Putting down the phone, she returned to the microscope and carefully examined another batch of dishes. She picked up a pen and made some notations on a clipboard. Then she studied some more dishes and jotted down some more notes. The lab was pretty quiet now. It was just her and a couple of other coworkers that were left. 

She wore a white lab coat over a sleeveless tan blouse, tight cargo pants, and flip flops. Pushing her black horn-rimmed glasses up her nose, she sat down at a computer and entered some data. 

A black man with a shaved head approached her, grinning. "Ahh, the sexy scientist is still here, working tirelessly," he said. 

Without taking her eyes off the screen, she said, "What are you still doing here, Dan?" 

"Oh, just finishing up some reports. Never enough hours in the day, let me tell ya." 

"Tell me about it." She typed in some figures. "So how's little Dan doing?" 

"Good. You know, he asked about you the other day. Asked when Auntie Alex can play Frisbee with him again and take him out for an ice cream." 

She chuckled. "He's so sweet. Say hello to him and Sarah for me." 

"I will. See you tomorrow." 

"Bye." 

She spent another forty five minutes at the lab before calling it a day. By then the skies were dark and starry as she biked home. When she got back to her place, she stripped down to her thong and did a mini-work out in her living room. It was another humid night and she had all her windows open. She lived on the fourth level and occasionally looked out the window at the city lights below. There were a few other apartment buildings and houses facing her unit but she never saw anybody in the windows. For some reason, walking around naked didn't really bother her. 

After putting on her ankle sweat bands, she continued with a series of squats and lunges on her large Oriental rug. Then she did some push ups, sit ups, crunches, and finished off with some arm, thigh, and calf exercises. She walked over to a stationary bicycle machine facing one of the windows, put a towel on the seat, and adjusted the settings for hill climber mode. She sat down, put her bare feet in the stirrups, and began pedaling. Alejandra read the latest New Yorker as she exercised. Rivers of sweat trickled down her wide brown back. When she was done with the issue, she tossed it on the floor and grabbed an issue of The Economist. Looking out the window for a moment, she thought she saw someone looking at her. Taking another glance, she noticed a group of young men checking her out. They were smoking cigarettes and drinking beer at the corner. She went back to her magazine. When she was done with that, she reached over and snatched a copy of The Utne Reader. Soon, she came to another steep hill and pedaled hard using her massive, muscular thighs and calves. After drying the perspiration from her face, neck, and hair with a towel she put her glasses back on. The next twenty five minutes were all about climbing a series of tough hills. She finished the routine with Rolling Stone and then threw it on the pile of other magazines. Getting off the bicycle, she wiped the sweat from her face and body and headed for the shower. 

For the rest of the night Alejandra sat and meditated a little before watching some television. 

A few days later, she had lunch with Joel at an Ethiopian restaurant. Afterwards, they attended the open mic at a café in Oakland. To start things off, she played her harmonica solo on stage, and then was joined by him. They played their guitars and sang, doing a small set comprised of folk and rock covers, as well as original songs. After tuning her guitar they finished the set with the Rolling Stones's "Ruby Tuesday." 

The audience cheered and applauded. 

Joel smiled at her, putting his guitar back in its case. "That was fun." 

"Yeah, it was." 

They stayed and watched the rest of the musicians perform. Alejandra bought a CD from a fellow artist. "When is your album coming out?" the man asked. 

She started blushing and chuckled. "Oh, I don't know." 

"You guys sounded great. You should put a CD together." 

"Maybe," Joel replied optimistically. 

After exchanging contact information with some of the musicians, they left. Joel drove them back to his fish store in Albany. "Want a lift to your place?" 

"No, this fine. Thanks for the ride and thanks for doing the open mic." She grabbed her guitar case from the back of his SUV. He gave her a hug and tried to kiss her but she turned her face away. When he tried again, she pushed him away a little. 

"I'm sorry, Joel. . .I'd just like to be friends," she said quietly, her big brown eyes looking directly into his blue eyes. 

Their arms were still around each other, their faces inches from one another. "I'm crazy about you, Alejandra. . .from the first day I met you I knew there was something special and unique about you. There's this unexplainable magnetism and electricity about you. I was hoping you'd feel the same way about me. And the fact that you're drop dead gorgeous and Filipina and Brazilian. You're my type. I've always had a thing for Asian and Latin women." 

"I'm really flattered, Joel, I really am. You're a really sweet, nice guy. A great musician, too. But I'm not interested in a relationship. I see you as a friend, nothing more." 

"Do you think that could change?" he asked optimistically. "If we got to know each other over time that you might be attracted to me later on?" 

"I don't know. It's hard to say." 

He let her go, a defeated look on his face. 

"I'm sorry," she said softly. 

He didn't look at her. "You don't have to apologize. Well, I guess I'll see you later then." 

"Yes. Thanks again for the ride," she said, and left. 

Over the next several weeks she was extremely busy at the lab, often working overtime. She still worked out at the gym after work. On a Friday evening, she stayed late and worked on some experiments revolving around corn and tomatoes. After running numerous tests, she analyzed the data before entering them into the computer. She was sitting at the terminal when her cell phone vibrated on her desk again. She tried to block out the sound, typing calmly. Her mind was so absorbed in her work that she didn't hear the chime the phone made, indicating there was a text message. 

Realizing that it might be important, she forced herself to get up and pick up her cell. The message read: 'Hi Alejandra. Long time no see (or hear)! Wanna do another open mic? Plus, I wanna try your lumpia.' 

She hadn't heard from Joel in a while and figured he got the picture and moved on to someone else. But the fact that he contacted her was a good sign. Maybe he was willing to be friends after all. She missed playing music. Work really prevented her from pursuing it. Perhaps this was the excuse she needed to get back into it. But would Joel try to kiss her again? She hoped not. 

She didn't reply right away. Instead, she returned to the computer and finished inputting the data. Her coworker, Dan, walked over. "Still here, huh, sexy scientist?" he asked. 

"Yep. What time is it?" 

"Time to go, my dear. It's a ghost town here. Ever notice that you're always the last to leave now?" 

She grinned at him. "Not enough hours in the day." 

"You're still going to the gym after this?" 

"Yep." 

He shook his head. "You're amazing. Wish I had your energy." 

"I just wanna get these tests and reports done and sent to the board. When that's over, I'll relax." 

"Aren't you looking forward to our backpacking trip?" 

She stopped typing, making a face. "Oh, thanks for reminding me! I gotta grab some supplies from REI. Is your brother coming?" 

"No, he has to work. But he still wants to date you." 

She chuckled. 

"I'm serious. Keeps asking, 'Is Alejandra single?' 

She laughed. "Can he play any musical instruments?" 

"I think he played drums in high school." 

"I've always wanted to play percussion." 

"Well, maybe you guys can play together." 

Alejandra laughed again. 

"Well, listen, dear, I'm gonna take off." Dan shrugged into his jacket. "As the cliché goes, 'Don't work too hard.'" 

She sighed. "I'm almost done." After he left, she stuck around for another twenty minutes before taking off her white lab coat. Then she strapped on her bag, locked up the lab, and biked to the gym. 

The bikram yoga session ended in the morning. Alejandra left the studio and rode her bicycle to REI to buy some things. Standing in line waiting for a cashier, a male voice behind her said, "Hey, stranger." 

She turned around, smiling in surprise. "Hi, Peter!" She gave him a warm hug. He was an athletic looking Asian man a few inches shorter than her with black hair, a sharp, solid chin, and a five o'clock shadow. 

"How've you been? You never returned my calls." 

"Sorry. Work swallowed me up for a while and then I went backpacking in South America for a month. That was fun, I'll show you pictures sometime." He pointed down at his muddy hiking boots. "And I just came back from a small hike up in the Oakland Hills. What's new with you?" 

"Same old, same old. Work and more work. Aside from that, I've been playing music, attended an open mic here and there, spending time with my family, working out." 

Peter raised his eyebrows at her thick, muscular frame. "You look good! I'm impressed." 

"Thanks. I like staying active and exercising, you know? Work has prevented me from going on hikes and camping but I'm finally going to go backpacking with some coworkers this week." She smiled. "Hey, wanna come along?" 

He returned a grin. "Where are you guys going?" 

"Yosemite." 

"That sounds fun." He rubbed his sharp chin in thought. "I'm a pretty spontaneous kind of guy and you got me hooked. . .okay, I'm in!" 

"Great." Soon, it was her turn at the register. When they were both done, they left and she unlocked her bike from the rack outside. 

"Want to grab a cup of coffee or something?" he asked. 

"I'd love to but I've got a ton of errands to do. Sorry. Next time." 

"Are you free tonight?" 

She thought a moment and said, "You know what, I think I am. I'm going to attend a babyshower later but that shouldn't be too long. What did you have in mind?" 


Alejandra



"How about going to our favorite sushi place?" 

She smiled. "Cool! I'm down for that." 

The restaurant was on Solano Avenue, and they sat at a table by the window, watching the cars and pedestrians pass by. She munched on a California roll and washed it down with sake. "Yummy!" 

Peter beamed. "I remember the first time I took you here. You were in heaven. So, you're doing yoga, working out, getting back into camping and hiking. What about the environmental volunteering you were doing?" 

"That's sort of on hold while I wrap up all this stuff at work. Deadlines," she replied, shaking her head. "But I want to get back to the eco-stuff soon. Yeah, last summer I helped this nonprofit build and install solar panels on houses. It was cool. We also put together composts at various farms and homes and did a lot of recycling. In fact, I was the lead coordinator of the outreach team. We canvassed a lot of cities and concentrated especially on low-income communities of color. We educated them about the importance of recycling. I contributed on a documentary on global warming but work sucked me up halfway through and I had to bail out. I felt bad but donated some money for the film to be made." 

"That was nice of you." 

"Thanks. It was the least I could do, I thought. I'll send you a link to this organization. They're doing great things for the earth. Oh, did I tell you I had job interviews at Habitat for Humanity and Greenpeace?" 

"No. How'd it go?" 

She ate another California roll. "Well, they both went good but Habitat decided to rehire an ex-employee with more experience and Greenpeace also found someone more qualified." She sighed. "It's real competitive out there." 

"Sorry to hear that. Keep trying, Alex." 

She drank some more sake. "I will. How's your family?" 

"Good. They miss you and miss your fabulous lumpia and pancid." 

She smiled. "Thanks. Did your mom use that recipe I gave her?" 

"She did but she says the way you make it is better." 

Alejandra chuckled. "Well, I'll have to make some more for them." 

"I'm going to hold you to that." 

"Oh, shoot! An unwritten contract here. Sure, why not!" 

"In fact, we're having a birthday party for my sister in a few weeks. You can make it then." 

"Okay. Did you like that Brazilian restaurant I took you to for your birthday?" 

"Yes! That sausage was excellent." 

"My uncle's owner of that place now." 

"Does that mean I can get a free lunch there?" 

She laughed, drinking sake. "I'll ask. So how's your love life?" 

Peter ate an eel roll. "How blunt!" 

"Just curious! Haven't seen you in ages." 

He shot her a mischievous smile. "Well, it's for you to find out." 

They strolled down Solano, doing a little window shopping here and there. "Wanna go for a drink?" he asked. 

They passed by a loud biker bar. An AC/DC song blared from the speakers. After taking a peek inside, she shook her head. "How about something a little more chill?" 

They walked past a few more bars but none piqued their interest. So finally, they bought a six-pack of Guinness from a grocery store and headed for her place. They sat on the couch, drank beer, and relaxed. She was dressed in a dark tank top, tight blue shorts, and her Birkenstocks. The windows were open but the apartment was still warm and stuffy. 

She drank some beer. "How you feelin'?" 

"Good." His head was resting on a cushion and he turned to look at her. "What about you?" 

"This heat's making me sleepy. . .you know, Peter, we had some good times together. Fun times. . .but it went by so fast." 

He drank some beer, reflecting. "Yeah, it did. I think we rushed into a relationship too quick, we were young. Looking back, it would've been nice if we had slowed the pace a little and enjoyed the moment more, you know?" 

She nodded. "But overall it was still fun. I don't regret it." She looked at him. "Do you?" 

He shook his head. "Nope. You were my coolest girlfriend, the most fun, the most adventurous. And not just sexually, I might add." 

She laughed. "Adventurous! I think I'm adventurous when it comes to traveling and doing crazy things. I've gone to different countries by myself and did wild things, like bungee jumping, sky diving, attended raves, rode a wild horse." 

"Did you experiment sexually when you were traveling alone?" he asked curiously. 

She laughed again. "That's private stuff, buddy!" 

"C'mon, I'm a close friend!" he said, joining in on the laughter. "You can confide in me." 

"Can I?" she asked, continuing to laugh. "I don't know. . .actually, I think I did the most experimental stuff with you. Those books helped. . .but sexually adventurous? How did we ever get on this topic anyway? Why do guys always think about sex?" 

"We do not always think of sex!" he protested jokingly. 

"You do, too! Horny bastards!" she said, chuckling. "My parents really liked you. They thought you were the model son: responsible, organized, confident, goal-oriented, and traditional. You made a good impression. To this day, they still ask about you." 

"I still get Christmas cards from them." 

"My siblings all liked you, too. They got along great with you." 

Peter looked into her big brown eyes. "Could it work again, Alejandra?" he asked seriously. 

She returned a steady gaze, smiling. "Maybe. . .what do you think?" 

"Let's find out," he whispered and sat closer to her and kissed her passionately on her full lips. Soon, they embraced tightly and the kissing turned into deep French kissing. He kept sticking his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her nose and forehead. She was about to take her black, horn-rimmed glasses off but he stopped her. 

"Leave those sexy glasses on," he whispered devilishly. 

She sat in his lap and they continued French kissing. Soon, he ripped off her tank top and shorts and fondled her medium-sized breasts with their large, dark nipples. He leaned closer and sucked on them like a baby. Then he worshipped her thick body, playing with her big booty, slapping it. After she helped undress him, she stroked his long, giant dick with her hand before sucking it. As she went down faster and faster, he closed his eyes and moaned. Alejandra licked his balls sensually and he kept saying, "Oooooooooh, Alex, Ooooooooooh, Alex!" 

She led him to her room where they jumped onto the bed together, causing it to shake violently. "Whoa!" she said, laughing. She sat in his lap again and they French kissed passionately. Their bodies were both warm and sweaty. Her body smelled like Coppertone. He ran his fingers through her thick black hair. Shortly, those same fingers made their way down to her big brown ass cheeks and fondled them. He split her cheeks open repeatedly and she chuckled. 

She smiled at him and asked, "You like that, don't you, you horny boy?" 

"You really perfected that butt at the gym. I bet all the guys want to grab it." 

They knelt down on the bed, with him behind her. He rubbed his big cock against her ass before sliding it smoothly into her wet and ready pussy. The faster and harder he pumped she moaned loudly, clutching onto his thighs. Her glasses started to fog up. 

He went even faster and said, "I'm gonna cum, baby!" 

"Okay." They climaxed shortly and her feverish moans got even louder. 

When she woke up in the morning she found Peter still sleeping next to her. She leaned up on one elbow and watched him for a while, smiling. It was beautiful to see him sleeping. He seemed so calm and at peace. His chest slowly rose up and down with each breath, his lips sealed perfectly. When his closed eyelids flitted she watched in fascination, wondering what he was dreaming about. 

Moments later, he awakened, surprised to see her watching. "Did I snore?" he asked, chuckling. 

She laughed. "You know, you're the only guy I slept with that doesn't snore." 

"So obviously I score bonus points with you." 

"Definitely!" The laughter continued. 

He looked up at her big brown eyes and said, "So I guess it's gonna work out after all, huh?" 

"Unless you had someone else in mind." 

He whispered sexily into her ear, "I only want you." 

After they showered, they stood before one of the bedroom windows and hugged each other tightly. She towered over him just a little, her smooth, bare feet touching his. His hands caressed her wide, long back, and then grabbed her butt, fondling it. When his fingers probed deeper between her big cheeks, they French kissed each other again. Her full lips smothered him with kisses. There was so much tongue thrusting back and forth! She looked down and saw his giant, erect manhood. They soul kissed for a while longer before the open window. Then he sat in a chair and she knelt before him and sucked his dick hungrily. She licked his large balls. 

Looking out the window Peter saw a man watching them from an apartment across the street. Before he could get a good look at the gentleman he disappeared. 

Alejandra's big lips clamped around his penis like a vise. The faster she went he moaned, caressing her head and running his fingers through her short black hair. Her warm, wet mouth felt so good! 

"Can I be on top?" he asked. 

"Sure." 

She lied down on the bed and spread her legs. After mounting her, Peter pumped his cock inside her big vagina faster and faster. She moaned loud and deep, straddling her huge, muscular legs around him tightly. 

"No escape, sweetie," she whispered, shooting him a naughty grin. 

As she kept moaning, he fondled and licked her breasts and large nipples. Moments later, they experienced the most fantastic orgasm, both smiling widely. 

She kissed him like a hungry animal and said, "That was fucking awesome!!" 

* * *

Alejandra and Joel went to another open mic at an Irish pub in North Oakland. After the show, they grabbed dinner at a German restaurant down the street. 

"That was fun," he said, drinking some beer. 

"Yeah, that was." She raised her eyebrows at him. "You're a great guitarist! You should put an album together. You've got enough songs." 

"Only if you collaborated with me." 

She ate some sausage. "I'm not very good, Joel." 

"You are good. Don't under estimate yourself. You've got a solid voice, good rhythm. You're a lot better than some people I've jammed with. And you're a killer harmonica player!" 

She blushed. "Thanks. . .well, let me think about it. I wouldn't want to mess up a CD for you." 

"You won't," he said confidently, touching her hand. He stroked it gently and abruptly stopped. "Sorry." 

"It's okay." 

They looked at each awkwardly. Later, the two called it a night. Before they went separate ways, she handed him a plastic bag at his SUV. "Here's my world famous lumpia," she said, laughing. "Let me know what you think." 

He hugged her and replied, "I sure will." 

Several weeks passed. After returning from the backpacking trip, she hit the grind at the laboratory again. More testing, experiments, analysis, and data entry. Fun, fun, fun, she thought. She longed for another hiking and camping trip, to get out of this concrete and steel jungle and to be with nature once more. To see the lush, green forests, waterfalls, tranquil lakes, and raging rivers. Cell phones, computers, and cars were really getting to her. 

"So where do you want to go next, sexy scientist?" Dan asked. 

She put some corn on a Petri dish, examining it under a microscope. "Backpacking in Peru. Scuba diving in the Caribbean sounds fun, too." 

"How about camping up by Eureka? We're planning a trip for that." 

"The redwoods?" 

"Yep. You game?" 

"I'm down." She studied another dish. 

"It was nice meeting Peter. He's a really cool guy." 

She looked up, smiling. "Yeah, he is. And he's mine!" 

Dan chuckled and said, "I'll tell my brother you're not available anymore." 

She stayed longer at the gym this time, pushing herself through a brutal work out. After doing some cardio, she focused on her butt, thighs, and calves again. She worked on her upper body yesterday. Wearing a sleeveless Sierra Club shirt and tight shorts she finished a set on the leg press machine. Next, it was the leg curl machine. When she was done working on her calves, she helped spot a guy bench pressing. Another fellow, knowing that she was a regular, asked her for workout tips. 

After showering, she rode her bike home. 

On Friday afternoon after work, Alejandra shopped at the local grocery store that specialized in natural and organic foods. She even bought a new yoga mat and a book on meditation. There was a section on health and sexuality, and when no one was looking, she peeked through a book on different sexual positions. She kept looking around her as she flipped through it. She slipped it into her basket. She felt a little embarrassed when the cashier picked up the book and scanned it at the register. 

After dropping off the groceries at her apartment, she biked to a political and environmental bookstore in Berkeley to attend a lecture on cleaning up San Francisco Bay. She saw some familiar faces from work, the gym, and places she had volunteered at at the event. When the speakers were finished she wrote her name and contact information on a clipboard that was circulating around the room. 

"So you're going to help cleanup the Bay, too, huh?" Joel asked sarcastically. 

She turned around in her chair and saw him sitting two rows behind her. 

"Hey," she said, smiling. "I didn't even see you! Yes, I'm going to do my part to fight the evil oil companies." 

"Isn't it tragic what happened? All that oil going into the Bay," he said, shaking his head. 

"Yep. Did you enlist?" 

"Yes. Hey, you wanna go over to my house and jam a little? I'm still trying to convince you to work on this album with me." 

Alejandra glanced at her watch, thinking. "Uhh, okay. It won't take too long, right? 'Cause I'm meeting a friend later tonight." 

"We can make it a short session. How's that sound?" 

"Okay. How did you like my lumpia?" 

He smiled. "Delicious!" 

* * *

Joel owned a house just off of Telegraph Avenue in the Temescal area of Oakland. The basement had been converted into a music studio, complete with various instruments, speakers and amplifiers, and the latest technological equipment. She petted his pit as he set things up. When the dog started growling, however, she backed off immediately. 

"Uhh, does he bite?" she asked quickly. 

"Never had a problem with him." He looked at the pit. "Owen, come over here." The dog trotted over to him and he patted its large head. "Sorry about that. I'll go lock him up." 

When Joel returned downstairs, he locked the door to the basement. When he did that a strange feeling hit Alejandra. Something didn't feel right. She was getting weird vibes about being locked down in the cellar with him. Just the two of them. With no one to hear her screams or cries for help. . .maybe it was nothing, maybe she was just thinking too much. Was it all in her head? He said the basement was soundproof. 

They sat down and played their guitars. She was wearing a dark sweatshirt, tight blue shorts, and Birkenstocks. That strange feeling shot through her again when she caught Joel looking at her humungous, muscular thighs. They looked like tree trunks. Alejandra told herself to just get up and leave. Right now. But something held her back. Her ego told her she was overreacting and imagining things. Relax, be calm, stop worrying! He's a friend. 

As she sang and played, she turned her head to him a few minutes later and caught him staring at her legs once more. Suddenly, she stopped playing, got up, and headed for the stairs. 

"Hey, where you going?" he asked, going after her. 

"I gotta go." 

"But we just got here. What's the matter?" 

"I have to go." 

When she unlocked the door he asked, "What's wrong? Please tell me." 

As she opened the door he touched her brawny arm. "Don't touch me!" she said. 

He grabbed her arm, trying to drag her back into the basement. "What? I'm not good enough for you? I'm not cute enough?" he asked angrily. "Well, I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" 

He managed to pull her back to the studio, locking her arms behind back. Before he could handcuff her wrists she broke free, spun around, and punched him hard in the face. When he tried to jump her she stepped aside and he landed on the ground. He quickly grabbed her muscular calf, pulled hard, and she fell on her ass. Joel leaped on top of her chest, pinning her arms to the floor. She tried to get up but he held her down pretty good. 

His blue eyes glared at her. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" He shot her a naughty grin. 

Alejandra tried to get up again, tried to fight back but his weight anchored her down. With one hand he tried to rip off her sweatshirt. Mustering all her strength, she finally broke free from his grip and punched him in the face. He fell backwards. Pushing her black, horn-rimmed glasses up her nose, she kicked him twice in the balls, causing him to scream in pain. 

As he crawled into a corner of the basement she followed him slowly, glaring at him. He was trapped now as she stood towering over him, her fists clenched tightly at her side. She saw him shaking in fear as he looked at her thick, muscular body. 

Peter came to her apartment for dinner that night. She made him grilled salmon and a nice, healthy salad. For desert, she baked him a cherry pie. His favorite. 

"Thanks for an excellent meal," he said. 

"You're very welcome." 

He thought for a moment, the expression on his face turning grave. "I'm so sorry about what happened. . .what a complete loser. . .pathetic. I hope the law locks him up for a long time." 

Alejandra drank some wine. "Me, too. Apparently, he has a history of doing this to women. . .he'd meet them online and did terrible things. Stalk them, etc." 

Peter shook his head in disgust. He looked into her big brown eyes. "Are you sure you're okay, babe?" 

She nodded. "Now, let's talk about something else." 

"Like what?" 

She smiled at him mischievously. "Let's chat about sex." 

THE END 



Alejandra's Day in the Country



It was a warm sunny day. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sun was shining in all its glory. Alejandra thought to her self how nice it would be to go for a walk in the countryside after she had finished the small amount of housework that needed doing.

After about an hour all the work had been carried out and she went up to change. After looking through her wardrobe she decided as it was hot to put on her short sundress. She took off her jeans and blouse. Standing in just her tiny black thong she admired herself in the full length mirror, her flat smooth stomach, full rounded breasts, nice rounded firm ass, and long shapely legs. Her long jet black hair fell down over her shoulders. All in all she was a stunner and she loved it. She never had trouble getting men and always made sure a couple took her home when she went out most nights as she loved sex and made sure she had plenty of it.

Alejandra slipped the sundress over her shoulders and pulled it together then fastened the buttons down the front of the dress, leaving the last couple undone. It clung tight to her braless breasts, her nipples showing slightly through the thin material and loosened out at the waist and finished about eight inches above her knees. She slipped on a pair of sandals with not to high a heel but enough to make her legs look even shapelier and went back down stairs.

Alejandra drove out of town until she saw a small car park by a wooded area and pulled in. After locking up she made her way along one of the many paths that went through the wood. She met a few people on her walk the men always looking her up and down with lust in their eyes and their women companions looking sour faced at her. Alejandra could see they were thinking what a slut she was, but she did not care. She probably had a lot more fun then them being one. After an hour or so Alejandra was wishing she had a man or two with her as she had seen several nice grassy glades where she would of liked to of been fucked and was feeling horney.

Alejandra came to a bench where she sat down to rest for a while. The sun was warm on her and she closed her eyes. She thought about the night a couple of days ago when four men who she had meet in a night club had taken her out of the fire exit into the alley and had stripped her naked and each taken their turn with her fucking her in all her holes and Cumming on her tits and face. As she was thinking of this her hand crept down between her legs and started rubbing her pussy, then inserting a couple of fingers into her warm wet shaven cunt. She moaned as she began to masturbate, her fingers speeding up as they went in and out of her cunt until she shuddered and cried out as she cum.

After, Alejandra had composed herself she carried on walking until after another hour or so she came to a road. She was not sure which way to go, so she picked the one which looked to be going back to her car. S he had walked a couple of miles along the road before she realized it was not the way back. As she was deciding what to do an old battered lorry pulled up along side her. A young rough looking man wound down the window and shouted, “Do you want a lift.” Alejandra looked at him and smiled. She knew she shouldn’t accept his offer of a lift, but her feet were sore and he looked quite good looking in a rough sort of way. “Yes please,” Alejandra said. The young man opened the door and got out. Alejandra stepped up into the lorry and sat on the bench type seat next to the driver who was a lot older and fatter. The other climbed back in her other side and they drove off. Alejandra could see both the men were looking at her legs and thought she would have a bit of fun with them. She wriggled in her seat which made her dress ride up her legs even further until it just about covered her thong. The young man saw this and slowly moved his hand onto Alexandra’s knee, then with her not brushing it off moved it until he was at the rim of her dress then slowly under the dress until his hand was on her thong. Alejandra parted her leg slightly and he began to rub her cunt through her thong, then pulling it aside inserted a finger up into her moist hole and began to frig her. Alejandra was now moaning loud and grinding her crutch down onto this stranger’s hand. 

With his other hand he began to unbutton Alejandra’s dress until with all the buttons undone it fell apart exposing her ripe breasts, stomach and black thong fully. The driver who was now having trouble driving pulled over into a lay bye and stopped the engine. He then reached over and the two men removed Alejandra’s dress and thong completely. She was now fully naked in front of these two strangers on the side of the road. Their Hands were mauling her body, roughly squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples. Dirty fingers were probing her cunt and as hole and she loved it. “FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME,” Alejandra shouted at them. “Oh were going to slut,” the older one replied as they both undone their dirty trousers. 

They both had rock hard cocks, the younger one slightly larger than the other but both well endowed. Alejandra was pushed down onto the seat on her back and her legs spread open. The young man got between and roughly rammed his cock up Alexandra’s cunt. She groaned as his large cock fed in to the hilt. “Oh yes, come on, fuck me hard,” Alejandra said. “Fucking get this between those lips slag,” the fat older man said, as he offered his smelly dirty cock to her. Alejandra opened her mouth and sucked his cock in. She could taste the rancid unwashed cock as she sucked and licked his cock, his sweaty slimy balls banging against her face as he held onto her head and fucked her mouth grunting and groaning as he done so.

The younger one was first to cum shooting a large amount of cum deep into her cunt, followed shortly by the other who emptied his load into Alexandra’s mouth and over her face. Alejandra put her thong and dress back on as the men fastened their trousers back up. “You’re a bloody good fuck, slut,” the older man said. “So I have been told several times,” she replied with a laugh. “I bet you have,” the younger one replied.

They drove back off and after about twenty minutes pulled into a field. “Hey, this isn’t where I parked my car,” Alejandra said, looking around at the two dozen or so caravans that were parked there. “No, this is where we live,” the young one said. “Yea, we haven’t finished with you yet whore, plenty of men here who would like a piece of your ass,” the older man sniggered. Alejandra wasn’t sure what to do. She was on her own, and not sure where she was. She decided that all she could do was go along with them. 

The lorry pulled up in the middle of the camp site and the men got out pulling Alejandra out with them. Lots of the men gathered round, their eyes devouring Alejandra. “We’ve brought this tart along for a bit of fun, picked her up few miles back, bloody good fuck she is,” The old man said. Everybody laughed. “Here have a look at these,” he said, and with that ripped open Alejandra’s dress, the buttons flying everywhere. All the men whistled and cheered as her tits came into view. “Let’s see the rest,” somebody shouted. Alejandra’s dress was pulled right off and thrown on the ground. “Take of your fucking panties,” the old man commanded. Alejandra slipped her fingers into the thin waistband and pulled them down and off, then stood with her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, now naked her ass, tits and shaven cunt on view to all these dirty rough men, as well as quite a few of the gypsy women. “Like what you see,” She shouted at the men. Alejandra was now very turned on at being naked in front of all these people.

Her question was soon answered as the men lunged forward and a sea of hands pawed at her body. She cried out as all the rough calloused hands explored her nakedness, pinched her erect nipples hard, and fat grubby fingers probed her cunt and ass hole. “FUCK HER MEN, FUCK THE DIRTY SLUT LEGLESS,” the women were shouting at their men. 

Alejandra was pushed down onto her back on the dirty ground and her legs pulled wide apart by two men opening her cunt wide. A middle aged man with tangled dirty hair and unshaven pulled his trousers down and with a cheer from the crowd fed his dirty cruddy meat all the way into Alejandra. She groaned out loud as he pumped in to her. “OHHH YESSS, THAT’S IT, FUCK ME, FUCK THIS SLUT WHORE GOOD,” Alejandra shouted. “OH we will, we’re all going to fuck you, we’re going to fuck your mouth, fuck your cunt, and fuck your ass. Then we’re going to piss all over your fucking dirty cum covered sluts body,” he said to her through gritted teeth. “YES, YES, DO IT THEN, FUCKING USE ME YOU BASTARDS, FUCK THE ASS OFF ME, PISS OVER ME,” Alejandra shouted back

He soon speeded up and began to groan. “THAT’S IT, FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, YES, I’M CUMMMINGGG,” Alejandra screamed out as they both cum. He was soon replaced by another man. This time it was a fat smelly older man who pounded away at her cunt. His fat belly slapped against her bare flesh as he shagged her. He sucked and bites her nipples and tits, and stuck his tongue down her throat, slobbering on her lips and neck. After he had cum he pulled out and told Alejandra to suck his cock. She took his cock in deep into her mouth, using her tongue to clean all the cum and crude from off his cock, then licking and sucking all around his smelly, slimy balls. She gagged as he forced his cock all the way down her throat so that his balls were squashed against her face.

There was now a long line waiting for their turn in using this nymphomaniac slut, and use her they did as dirty cock after cock was ploughed into her. There were men of all shapes and sizes, some thin, some well built, and a lot fat and over weight. There were young to old men all waiting in the line. They no longer had to hold her down and her legs apart as she now wantonly wanted all these dirty men to have her, to violate her body, humiliate her, use her for their own gratification , too empty their cum into. 

She was now pulled up onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air waiting like a bitch in heat for more cocks. “About time that tight ass hole of your had a good fucking,” she heard a voice behind her say. And with that felt a cock force it way up between her ass cheeks. She cried out as he roughly pushed it all the way in without a regard for her and fucked her fast. Another old fat man of about sixty feed his old cock into her mouth. As she was fucked from behind she was pushed harder on to the cock in her mouth. Her tits hanging down were swinging back and forth when they weren’t being mauled. They both cum soon with the one at the back then making Alejandra suck the gooey mess from of his cock and balls while another old man who must have been in his late sixties or early seventies took his turn with her ass.

Alejandra’s ass hole was now gaping wide from all the cocks that were being fed into it. Cum was dribbling out around the cocks as they pumped in and running down the insides of her legs. Women were shouting obscenities at her and spitting on her body and in her face as she was being fucked by their men. The men were slapping the cheeks of her upturned ass making them glow red as they continued to pound their cocks into her ass. Her face was now covered with spit and cum. It was running down her cheeks and dripping off her nose and chin. Her long black hair was matted with it where lots of the men had cum over or wiped their smelly cocks in.

Alejandra was now turned back over on to her back. Once again her now sloppy cunt was used for the men’s pleasure. They now slipped in to easily as her cunt gaped wide and cum poured out of it so a lot of them took to waking off between Alejandra’s tits. She squeezed them around the cocks and tit wanked them until they unloaded more cum on to her neck and face or between her tits. Others just preferred to kneel along side of her and wank onto her filthy body. Some of the women fisted her, making her cum with their hands then having Alejandra lick their hands clean of their mens cum. Alejandra’s once lovely body was now covered with scratches and bite marks. Her nipples were enlarged and red from the rough treatment they had received and her tits had love bites all over them. Her ass and back was red from being slapped or strapped with belts that the men and women had administered.

Finally, all the men were spent. Several dozen men had fucked her and some twice. All Alejandra’s holes had been used again and again by all these men and she was left lying there on her back on the ground in the dirt. “Well men, aren’t you going to shower the fucking dirty cum slut off,” one of the women shouted. “Yea, why not,” they replied. All the men crowed around Alejandra’s naked body in groups of six or so and began to piss over her. It splashed down onto her washing some of the cum from her. “Open your legs and mouth slag, so we can piss in your mouth and cunt”. Alejandra did and the men aimed for her openings. She swallowed and gagged as her mouth was filled to overflowing, and run down her cheeks and chin, between her tits pooling in her belly button. 

Each group took their turn pissing over Alejandra, and even the women pissed on her. Some squatting over her, others pissed in a cup and poured it over her or made her drink it. Finally she was left lying in a large pool of mud made from all the piss and the dirt. One woman threw her a large bottle and told her to finish herself off with that. Alejandra wanked herself off in front of all the people while she squirmed around in the mud.

When everybody had finished with her she was taken back to the lorry still naked and filthy and thrown into the back. She shouted for her dress but nobody took any notice and the lorry drove off. When they arrived back at her car Alejandra was pulled out of the lorry and thrown onto the ground. They tossed her the car keys and as they walked back to the lorry said, “Thanks for the fuck whore, we’ve enjoyed fucking your holes, come again if you want some more of the same.” They laughed and got back into the truck and drove off leaving Alejandra lying there naked. She got up and walked to the car got in and drove home. She had lots of funny looks from people on the way home and even more tooting from truck drivers who pulled up along side her and looked down to see this naked dirty young girl sat there. Alejandra’s final humiliation came when she arrived home and had to park the car a short way from her house and had to walk there naked with all on show, with several of her neighbours seeing her like this as she hurried along.

When she had let herself in, Alejandra went and showered straight away. The warm water washing all the mess and stench away. She felt between her legs, her cunt was quite large. She would have to stay off fucking for a while to let it shrink back to size. Well, for a few days anyway.



Alejandro's Song



The rusty red hoodoos looked like people gathered on the mountainsides. Some were tall and thin, others were shorter, broader. They had heads and shoulders. Some of them had arms, or they looked like they were wrapped in ochre serapes. Michelle had never seen anything like them before.

Alejandro briefly shifted his eyes from the highway to her face. He smiled. In a smooth, lilting voice, he said, "When I was a kid, I used to pretend they were Apache Indians, watching me. On a windy day, you can hear them sing a mournful song."

Michelle returned his smile, then glanced down at his hand on her lap. He'd set it on her knee an hour ago, but it had made its way to the top of her thigh. She laid her hand on top of his.

"What?" he asked. A mischievous smile played cross his lips.

"You know what."

Alejandro laughed and turned his hand to grasp hers. His long, tan fingers interlaced with her pale ones, and he gave a light squeeze.

I am in love with this man. As sure as those Apache hoodoos are spying on us. It's a sure sign of the beginning of the end. 

"What's that look for?" he asked.

Michelle told her inner voice to shut the hell up and smiled back at him. "Nothing. It's very pretty here."

"I thought you'd like it." He squeezed her hand again and looked back at the road. Ace of Base's All That She Wants played on the radio, and he absentmindedly mouthed the words to the chorus while she resumed her daydreaming.

The beginning of the end.  Yes, it was time. She'd been dating Alejandro Alemán for three months now. That's how long Michelle's two previous relationships had lasted before the bottom fell out. There'd been Duncan, who'd only used her to get at her then-friend, Robin; and then there'd been Joe, who was just a plain old jerk. After Joe, Michelle put a moratorium on men. Men were pigs, and she hated all of them.

It was right after the fall semester started that her roommate asked her if she wanted to go to a Dave Matthews concert. Her roommate was already going with a group from the engineering firm where she worked, and they had an extra ticket. Michelle had never heard of Dave Matthews, but she'd heard talk of the concert on the radio. Her first round of tests wasn't for another couple of weeks, so she agreed to go, and that was where she met Alejandro.

Alejandro was a petroleum engineer, in his second year at the firm, and his dark eyes and easy smile caught Michelle's attention right away, but it was his lilting Mexican accent that made her knees go wobbly, which was followed quickly by her ban on men. She spent the first hours of the evening talking and rubbing shoulders with him, and when Dave Matthews started singing "Crash Into Me," Alejandro turned to her. "Would you like to dance?"

"What? Dance? Here?" Oh my God. 

"Yes. Here." His dark eyes bore into hers.

Michelle glanced around. No one was dancing. There wasn't even a dance floor. Plenty of people were singing and waving their arms in the air, but not one of them was dancing. She didn't care. "Sure."

Alejandro took her hand and pulled her into the aisle. He wrapped his arm around her, and they swayed back and forth to the music. He sang in her ear, "Sweet you rock, sweet you roll...." 

Oh my god, why does his voice have to be so sexy?  It was the sexiest moment of her twenty-four years, she was certain of it. 

Against all her convictions and good judgment, she went home with him that night and had the most incredible, mind-blowing sex of her life. Even as she moaned through her orgasms, she knew she would regret it. Enjoy this, because you won't see him again after the morning! That's how guys are. Don't forget that.  It was easy to forget, though, when Alejandro kissed her ear and told her how sexy she was in his lover's accent while he jammed his cock inside her.

It was her intention to steal away in the morning before he woke. Beat him to the punch line, sister. This plan didn't work, either. Instead, she awoke to the morning sun dancing across her face, and with Alejandro's tongue exploring the delicate folds of flesh between her legs. She was hardly aware of what was happening before she exploded with another orgasm.

They'd been together ever since. He brought her flowers. He took her to dinner. He wooed her. Sometimes, she thought he was her good luck charm, because all the crap that had happened before him just didn't matter anymore.

Nevertheless, there was that voice in her head, and it was getting louder. Sometimes, she thought she was just paranoid, but then she started noticing some odd behaviors. Strange looks. Spending more time at work. Oh yeah, you should go ahead and break up with him. He's working on his exit. 

But she couldn't. She was too sucked in. She'd just have to brace herself and try not to fall apart when the inevitable happened.

Then Alejandro did the inexplicable. He invited her to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family in west Texas. He wanted her to meet his mother, his father, his four sisters and older brother. Two siblings were married with young children. Then there were cousins and old high school buddies and an old math teacher whom Alejandro wanted to visit. 

Michelle didn't see the point, but since she wasn't close to her own family, she decided to go. After we get back, that's when he'll drop the bomb. Why not? Her father had chosen Christmas Day to tell her mother that he was leaving her for another woman, so Michelle knew there wasn't anything sacred about the holidays.

Alejandro had warned her that he'd grown up poor, and she quickly learned he hadn't lied about that. His parents' home was a small ramshackle of a house, but his family was nice, and everyone seemed happy. Neither of his parents spoke English, though, so Michelle usually felt out of the loop. She sat with the family at the dining table and tried to enjoy the conversation, even though she didn't understand anything that was said. Alejandro or one of his sisters would translate every now and then, but usually, Michelle just sat and tried to disguise the fact that she felt very left out. 

I don't belong here. 

She was relieved when Alejandro leaned into her ear on Thanksgiving Day and whispered, "Tomorrow, we'll get away, just the two of us, I promise."

Michelle squeezed Alejandro's hand, then turned to look at the hoodoos again. They did look like Indians. Tall. Mysterious. She imagined their mournful song, and a chill ran through her.

~~~

Alejandro pulled into a rest stop that had several picnic tables, each shaded by massive cottonwood trees. "I want to show you a special place. We call it Rock Pile. My family had many picnics here when we were growing up." Each picnic table was on the edge of what, indeed, looked like a mountain of granite boulders. Most were about ten feet in diameter, but many were even larger, and they stacked to a height at least a thousand feet above the plain.

He parked the Cressida, and Michelle looked back across the horizon as she got out and shut the car door behind her. There were a few mountains scattered about, but they were all different from this pile of rocks. They'd driven for hours through the flat Llano, and then, out of nowhere, these odd rock formations appeared. "How on earth did this get here?"

"From a volcano, millions of years ago, and deposited here by a glacier. You like it here?"

"I do. I love it." She breathed in the sweet aroma of the creosote bush that permeated the air. 

"I love it here, too. If there was any oil, I'd give up my desk job and work in the fields, just so I could live here." He nudged her back against the side of the car, pushed his lean body against hers, and took her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers.

She thought of him working in an oil field, in a tank top and jeans, covered in dirt and oil and his muscles glistening with sweat. She shuddered with lust. She was going to miss Alejandro.

"There's that look again." He smirked at her, then cast his eyes across the landscape. "Right there. I'd put a little house right there on the side of that mountain. What do you think?"

"It would be a long commute from Houston."

"Where's your imagination, woman? Work with me here." He kissed her again. "Do you want to eat now, or later?"

They'd picked up an order of fresh tamales in Fort Davis. Michelle had never cared for Mexican food before meeting Alejandro. He introduced her to the authentic fare, and after five days at his mother's house, she knew she'd already put on five pounds. How Alejandro was so trim, she didn't know.

"I want to take you for a hike. We should eat now if you're hungry."

"No, I can wait."

"Okay. Come with me." He took her hand and led her up the side of Rock Pile.

~~~

It was warm, in the upper 70's. Everyone had talked about how unseasonable the weather had been. Both Michelle and Alejandro had paused from climbing to remove their jackets and tie them around their waists. 

From a rock climber's perspective, the climb wasn't difficult. The rocks formed a natural staircase all the way up. The problem was that some of the steps were several feet high, and more than once, they arrived at a place where they couldn't ascend any more. Then they had to backtrack and search for another route up. There were massive cracks between the rocks, and plenty of places where a hiker could twist an ankle, or worse, slip and fall a dozen feet or more.

"My sisters and I used to climb all over these rocks whenever we came out here. We did some stupid shit back then. I wonder what we would've done, if one of us had fallen and broken a bone." He pointed at a prickly pear. "Careful. Cactus."

Michelle stepped over the angry thorns.

Alejandro continued, "In the summer, you have to be careful for rattlesnakes. They're less active in the winter." As though on cue, they heard a loud rattle echo through the rocks. Alejandro's eyes widened. "Unless it's unusually warm."

Michelle froze. "What do we do?"

He smiled. "Don't step on it. Follow me." He ascended the next stone, and held out his hand for her. They climbed a little more, then Alejandro stood on top of a smooth, flat rock, spread his arms out and took in a deep breath. 

Michelle turned to look around them. She could see for miles in all directions. To the north were more mountains, fewer to the west and south. It was mostly open plain, vast and flat, beige, dotted with green, and covered by the biggest, bluest sky. The sun was warm on her face, and the breeze felt good. "It's so beautiful! I wish I had a camera."

"It is beautiful."

Something in Alejandro's voice made her look at him, and she found him staring, not at the gorgeous landscape, but at her. A warm flush washed over her.

"You're beautiful." He reached for her.

She didn't believe him, but she let him pull her into his arms anyway. "Even for a white girl? A gabacha?" A non-Spanish speaking, non-Mexican food eating, all-white-bread girl? Surely he'd rather be with someone who fit into his family better than she did.

There was that strange look on his face again. He'd been making that expression more and more often lately. Maybe he's not going to wait until we get back. Maybe he's going to drop it on me right here. Shit. 

He didn't. "Especially for a white girl." He pulled her in for a kiss. It was sweet at first, his lips soft, but then it grew insistent, passionate. His arms tightened around her, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. 

This is why he wanted to climb up here. To fool around. To score with la gabacha on the mountaintop. And why not? Just one last time. She slid her hands over his hard, muscular shoulders, then into his thick, black waves of hair, and kissed him for a long time. Damn you, Alejandro.

When he broke the kiss, she could hardly catch her breath.

"Let's make love," he said.

She blinked. "Here?"

"Yes, here. No one's around to see us."

They hadn't had sex all week; while Michelle had slept in Alejandro's old, worn out bed, he'd slept on the old, worn out couch. The surge of lust that had passed through her at the car returned.

He didn't wait for her answer. He slid his hands up her sides, under her tee-shirt. Their eyes met, and he pushed her shirt up and over her head. Then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her mouth while he unhooked her bra. 

He let the white lace slide off her breasts, exposing her pink nipples, and he smiled. "Your tits are pretty in the sun." He bent down and took a nipple into his mouth while he fondled the other with his thumb.

Michelle loved it when he sucked her nipples. He knew just the right pressure and pull to give to excite her, to make her pussy drool. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and cradled his head against her chest while he caressed her flesh with his mouth and tongue.

After he'd turned each nipple into a hard little point, he nudged her down onto the rock. When he looked into her face, he stopped. "Is something wrong? Do you not want to?"

She wanted to. How could he ask her that? "Yes. Of course I do."

He smiled, then laid their shirts under her, to protect her back from the hard, cold stone. She lay down, and he crawled over her. His lips met hers, and he drove his tongue into her mouth. He settled his hips between her legs, and she felt the swell of his cock push against her pubic bone. In a second, her anxiety melted into desire, and she slid her hands over the rippling muscles of his back.

"Mmm, no," he breathed. He took her hands in his and held them down on either side of her head. His full weight was on her. Lying on the rock, with Alejandro's body pinning her down, she was trapped in an erotic embrace, forced to feel him on her, to feel him thrusting against her. "You are mine," he purred.

Her pussy ached. She shuddered. She wanted to be his. His cock hurt when he ground it against her pubic bone, but it briefly alleviated the ache from deep in her cunt, where she wanted him. She wrapped her legs around him and flexed her hips against him.

"No," he told her. He moved his mouth down to her ear, nibbled and tongued her earlobe in a delicious tease, then said in a low whisper, "Don't touch me. Open your legs."

What is he doing?  He'd never ordered her around like this before. It was unsettling, but sexy at the same time. She relaxed her legs and let them fall open, and he thrust against her again. She flexed, trying to feel him against her clit. What else would he tell her to do?

He moved his mouth from her ear to her throat. His tongue and soft lips left a trail of wet kisses across her skin as he moved down her chest to her right breast. She gasped when he licked and sucked her nipple, then blew a cool breath over it and watched it shrivel into a small, pink nub. "Pretty tits," he murmured.

She started to reach for him.

He stopped her. "Uh-uh. Hands back on the rock."

She whined and laid her arms back down. She wanted to touch him! "What are you doing?"

"Staking my claim."

"You staked me a long time ago!"

He chuckled. "But this time is special." He untied her jacket from around her waist, then tickled her bellybutton with the tip of his tongue while he worked her belt strap through the D-ring buckle. 

Oh, God, I want your tongue! 

Next, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, and the feel of his hand against her belly almost made her come right then. She flexed her hips upward, and he planted his open mouth on her soft skin while he shimmied her jeans and panties off. Then he sat back on his haunches and admired her.

She looked back at him as he sat between her knees. The gentle curves of his shoulders. His arms. His chest. The V-shape of his trim torso, and the stray black curls around his dark brown nipples and beneath his bellybutton. Oh, damn, he's hot. She saw the bulge of his cock beneath the zipper of his jeans, and thought of how sexy it would be to suck him right there. She started to sit up.

A tan hand on her chest pushed her back down. Alejandro leaned over her, smiled down at her. His dark eyes danced. "On your back, corazón."

She covered her face with her hands and made a frustrated growl.

He laughed, then commanded, "Hands on the rock." 

She obeyed. She closed her eyes and fought a smile as she felt his fingers slide over her breast and tweak her nipple.

"So impatient!"

She pursed her lips together to keep from saying something snarky that might spoil the mood. He was driving her crazy!

His hand slid from her breast, over her belly, and over her short pubic curls. He rested his palm over her pubic bone, and he dipped his thumb into her crevice. She jolted at the sensation of his thumb against her engorged clit, and quivered when he moved it in smooth circles over her sensitive flesh.

"Alejandro!" she gasped.

She then thought she heard a faraway sound, and he turned his head toward the parking area below.

"What is it?"

"A family pulled in to eat." He kept his thumb on her clit and smiled down at her. "Don't worry. They can't see us."

"Are you sure?" Her words were breathy as the need to come grew strong.

He answered by lowering his head between her legs and flicking the end of his tongue over her exposed clit. She drew in a deep breath. Then he repositioned himself, laid himself on his belly across the rock, with his head between her legs and his tongue buried deep in her folds. She clung to the rock, dug her fingers into small depressions in the rough granite as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her. Damn you, Alejandro! Why do you have to be so good at that? 

After pleasuring her with his mouth, he sat up, and she watched him as he opened his jeans and pushed them down. His cock popped out. It was hard and proud, pointing to the sky, and she couldn't wait to feel him ram it inside her. 

When he looked at her, she smiled.

He crawled up her body and held himself over her with straight arms. He waved his hips over her, teasing her with the head of his prick. She whined and flexed her hips, trying to take him inside her, but he remained just out of her reach. She thought to grab him by his waist and pull him down on her, but she'd learned the rules of his game today and kept her hands on the rock above her head.

He chuckled and teased her more. 

She strained with her hips. "Jandro, please!"

"Oh, fuck," he grunted. "You kill me when you beg." He drove himself deep inside her.

She yelped as his cock filled her. He felt so good! She threw her head back and struck the hard rock and yelped again.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes! Don't stop! Fuck, you feel good!" She'd never imagined herself naked on a mountaintop before, under the sun, her thighs spread wide, with the man she loved on top of her, filling her with his cock. Yet there she was, shameless in front of God and everybody, letting Alejandro fuck her. The thought made her pussy quiver.

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply while he pumped her. She loved the feel of him inside her, of being one with him. She'd had lovers before, but none had tried to please her the way Alejandro did. None looked at her the way he did. Touched her the way he did. When he kissed her while he fucked her, invaded her mouth with his tongue while he plundered her pussy with his prick, she felt so taken. Consumed. His. 

Oh, how she wanted to be his, but she didn't fit in his world, not the way that she'd hoped, and the thought made her want to cry, but she didn't. She gulped as her cunt erupted into quick spasms.

His breaths grew ragged, and he whimpered, and then grunted, and his cock jerked inside her as he came. When he finished, he laid on top of her while he caught his breath.




Alejandro's Song



They lay quiet for several minutes. She caressed his back with her fingers. Finally, she sucked in her breath and asked, "Have you ever done this before?"

"Up here? No."

"Really?" She wasn't sure she believed him.

"Really."

"So is this our special place now?"

"Definitely." He rose up on his elbows and looked down at her.

"Really?"

"Yes, really." He pushed aside a tendril of blond hair that had blown over her eyes, then bent down and kissed her nose.

"You'll never bring anyone else up here?"

He frowned. "Of course not. Why would I do that?"

"Well, you know, when you decide to get serious about someone."

"What are you talking about? I'm already serious about someone."

She gave a wry chuckle. "I know you're not serious about me."

His frown deepened, and he rolled off her and lay on his back next to her. He lifted his hips and pulled his jeans back up. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"Don't get mad. I just know you'll want a girl who's...."

"Who's what? Mexican? Michelle, why would I bring you out here to meet my family if I wasn't serious about you?"

She stumbled over her words. "I don't know...."

"Maybe it's you who isn't serious. I've noticed how bored you seemed at the house."

"No, Alejandro, I'm just.... You've been acting weird lately.... And all the extra time you've been working...." How could he say that? Feeling naked, she pulled her shirt out from under her and slipped it over her head.

"If I've been acting weird, it's because I was nervous about asking you to come. You come from a middle class home, and I was nervous that you'd be turned off if you saw what I come from, how poor we are. I can't believe...do you even want to know how many girls I've brought home to meet my parents?"

She looked down and stretched her shirt over her hips. "How many?"

Just as she spoke, a distinctly cooler gust of wind blew over them. Alejandro turned his gaze west. "Oh, shit."

"What?" She looked, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw a dark blue swath of clouds approaching them.

"We need to get down." Alejandro stood and pulled her up. "We need to get down now. Get dressed."

The wind swept across the plain. Michelle watched the family below frantically gather up their airborne picnic supplies while she frantically jammed her feet into her jeans. 

Alejandro watched the family, too, then cut his eyes back to her. "Hurry, we need to go."

"I'm hurrying." She stood up and buttoned her jeans.

"Follow me." He started descending.

~~~

Michelle was still trying to process what he'd said. I'm already serious about someone. He's serious about me? Really?  But the way he'd pursed his lips and wrinkled his brow told her that they'd have to resume that conversation later. "How soon before the storm reaches us?"

"It could be an hour or so, but sometimes it takes that long to get down, and I don't like the chill in that air."

She didn't like the edge in Alejandro's voice. He was worried. She made sure to follow him just as he told her. 

They had descended about fifty feet when he stopped cold. "Fuck!" he grunted.

To their left was a steep wall of stone. To their right was a twenty-foot drop. Beneath them was an eight-foot drop into a patch of prickly pear.

"Turn around. We can't get down this way," he said.

"Which way did we come up?"

"Impossible to tell."

Such was the climb the entire way. Descend a hundred feet, climb back up twenty, descend again, climb up again. In the meantime, the temperatures dropped twenty degrees, and they both put our jackets on. The approaching clouds appeared more ominous the closer they got. "If that rain gets here before we get down, we'll be fucked," he muttered. "It'll be cold, and the rocks will be too slippery to climb."

"We'll be okay." It was more of a question.

Alejandro didn't answer. Sure enough, fifty feet before reaching the bottom, a gust of even colder air swept over them, and then they heard the slapping of fat raindrops on the rocks as the rain clouds overtook them.

"Prepare to get wet!" Alejandro yelled. He stood on the edge of a tall boulder. It was a ten-foot drop to the ground below, but from there, they could see an easy trail to the bottom. He crouched, set his hand on the stone, and jumped. He landed easily on his feet, sinking into a deep knee-bend before standing up. He turned to wait for Michelle.

She stood on the edge where he had been only seconds before. Rainwater flowed through the crevices in the rocks now, and the rain was loud. So loud, pounding the granite stones, and it was cold. She shivered, then froze as she stared at the ground below, where Alejandro stood, waiting for her. 

"Jump!" Alejandro said.

She wanted to, but her feet refused to move. Her heart pounded. She felt paralyzed. What is the matter with you? I can't do this. There has to be another way down. She stepped back.

"Michelle!"

"I'll find another way! I'll meet you at the car!"

"No! The longer you stay there, the more dangerous it gets! Jump down now! It's easy from here!"

"I can't!"

"Yes, you can! I'm right here! I promise, you can do this!"

She stared at the drop. It was too far.

Alejandro held his hand up for her. "I'm not leaving you."

She would have to jump to reach his hand. Oh my god oh my god I'm going to break a leg! Or my neck!  She looked into his dark, imploring eyes. Or something else.... She crouched down as she'd seen him do, steadied herself on the rock with her right hand. The rock was cold and wet and getting slippery. She jumped, catching Alejandro's hand with her left, falling to the ground, then feeling his strong arm wrap around her and steady her. She looked at his face, and he smiled. "You okay?" She nodded. He took her hand and pulled her.

They ran down the rocky trail, sprinting the last fifty yards, but by the time they reached the car, they were both soaked to the core and shivering. Alejandro opened the passenger's door and Michelle dove in. He shut the door and ran around to the driver's side. She saw him pause briefly before he opened the door and jumped in. With a shaky hand, he shoved the key into the ignition and started the engine, and he pushed the heater to its hottest setting. "I have bad news." His voice shook.

"What?"

"The front driver's side tire is flat."

"You're kidding!"

"I wouldn't kid about a thing like that at a time like this."

"What are we going to do?"

"Not much we can do until this storm passes. Fuck, it's cold!" He rubbed his arms with his hands.

"I have good news and bad news then," she said.

"What's that?"

"The good news is we have a blanket. The bad news is it's in the trunk."

Alejandro eyed the sheets of rain cascading over the windshield. "Fuck, we need something!" He jumped out, fumbled with the keys to unlock the trunk, grabbed the blanket, slammed the trunk, and dove back into the car. "Oh my god! That rain is cold!" His teeth chattered.

So did hers. "Get out of your clothes." She kicked off her water-logged Nikes and started pushing her cold, soaked jeans off.

"What are you doing?"

"We'll get hypothermia. Take your clothes off."

He didn't argue. He pushed off his shoes, then his jeans and his jacket and t-shirt. They spread everything across the dashboard so it might dry, then crawled in the back seat and covered with the blanket. It was a small, scratchy wool blanket, but it had repelled the rain and so was dry and helped them to warm up quickly. They also dug out the tamales and satiated their growing appetites.

Meanwhile, the rain continued to pelt the car, and the daylight, which had already surrendered to the storm clouds, then faded into the blackness of night. Once the car's heater had warmed them, Alejandro turned the engine off to conserve gas. Then he cuddled back under the blanket with her.

"You're family's going to get worried," she said.

"No, they won't."

"Why won't they?"

"Because I told my brother we might get a room at the hotel tonight. I'm sorry. It was going to be a surprise." He forced a smile. "Surprise!"

She laughed. "I can think of worse ways to be stranded than this."

"Well, this is a little more adventure than I'd planned for. We may be stuck here until morning. You doing okay?"

"I'm fine. You okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. What happened back there? You froze up on me."

"I don't know. I've never had that happen before. All the sudden, my feet wouldn't move."

"I told you I wouldn't leave you."

She turned and looked at him. "And you didn't."

"Of course not. I'll never leave you, unless you want me to go away. Even then, you might have a problem getting rid of me."

As though she was seeing him for the first time, she understood that questioning look he'd been giving her. He'd felt her anxiety. Maybe he hadn't identified the problem, but he'd sensed that there was one. Sensed it, and grew worried because of it. Now when she looked at him, she saw what had been there all along. She saw his love for her.

Why had she doubted him? She was not her mother, and Alejandro most certainly was not her father. She slid her hand across Alejandro's jaw and into his thick, black, damp curls. She leaned into him and kissed his soft lips. As she did, the rain let up, and it fell quiet except for the sound made by a gentle sprinkle on the car. A gust of wind swept through with a low howl. 

Alejandro smiled. "Listen."

The wind whistled through the trees, and behind that, she heard a distant, mournful wail. "What is that?"

"Apaches."

She smiled. "You mean the hoodoos. Oh my God, that's creepy."

"I think it's cool."

"Me, too."

"Do you really?"

"Yeah."

"Michelle."

"What?"

"Now do you want to know how many girls I've brought home?"

She smiled. "None?"

"That's right. You want to know why I've been working so much?"

"Yes."

"To get on a big project. It could mean project pay and a nice bonus."

"Okay."

"Something for you and me."

Michelle's eyes blurred with tears. "Okay."

"Okay?"

She nodded and sniffed.

Alejandro stroked her cheek with his hand. "So are we going to waste this opportunity?"

"Opportunity for what?"

"I don't know. To play titty-winks?"

"Titty-winks?" She laughed. She didn't know whether he was making a play on words, or if he thought that's what it was called. "I have a question first. What was all that up there?"

"All what?"

"'Hands on the rocks! Spread your legs!' I thought I was having sex with a drill sergeant."

"Did you like it?"

"Well...."

He kissed her ear. "Say what you want, your pussy told me the truth."

She'd never had a boyfriend use such explicit terms before Alejandro. He didn't do it often, but when he did, it sent shivers down her spine. "It was a little bit of a turn-on."

"Only a little?" He nuzzled her neck.

She tilted her head, baring her throat to him, and laughed.

"That's what I thought." He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on her, starting at her jaw and going down to her collarbone.

She felt a familiar tingle between her legs. "I bet you wouldn't like it the other way around."

"We'll never know unless we try it."

"Let's try it, then." She threw herself into his lap, straddling him. She took his hands into hers, laced their fingers together.

He smiled, and his cock swelled and tickled her belly. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you a taste of your own medicine." She raised his hands, pushed them behind his head, and held them down on the back dash.

Alejandro's eyes danced. Her tits hovered in front of his face while she considered what to do next. "Nice view." He tried to put his mouth on her, but she pulled back.

She looked at the back dash, then noticed the headrest. This could work.  She let go of his hands and crawled over the front seat and grabbed her jeans. She pulled the canvas belt with the d-ring buckle free of the loops.

"What are you doing?"

She held the belt out. "Put your hands together."

He watched her for a second, smiled, then did as she said. She wrapped the strap around his wrists, ran the end through the buckle, pulled it tight.

He gasped. "Oh, fuck, what are you going to do, woman?"

"You'll see." She pulled his hands up again, up and over his head. She wrapped the loose end of the belt around the metal base of the headrest, pushed the end through the d-ring and secured it. "Try to pull your hands out."

He rolled his eyes and pulled. The belt tightened around his wrists. He smiled. "Oh, shit."

"Now I have you where I want you." 

"I'm at your mercy."

She leaned back and looked at him. The muscles of his arms, shoulders, and chest bulged. His abs fluttered. His cock twitched. He did look delicious.

"You enjoying this?" he asked.

"Yes. Now I want to give you what you gave me." She moved to the bench beside him, leaned over his lap and blew a hot breath across his cockhead. It twitched, and Alejandro drew in a lungful of air. She kissed his head, then took him all the way into her mouth. She was slow and deliberate, and his breathing quickened. As soon as she felt his cock twitch against her tongue, she pulled her mouth off him, and he sighed. He stared at her with lust-filled eyes. She kissed his mouth, his soft lips, licked his upper lip. She teased his tongue with hers, then kissed and nibbled his rough jaw, his neck, his hard chest. She took his nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. A low moan grew in his throat. She sucked each of his nipples until they were both hard, pointed nubs. She slid her hand over his cock. It lay stiff against his flat belly. She wrapped her fingers around it, held it gently. His skin was smooth. Like velvet. She caressed him, and he growled. 

"What's wrong, mi amor?" she asked.

"You're making me crazy."

"Good." She took him into her mouth again.

"Shit!" he hissed.

She fought a smile. She let her teeth graze his delicate flesh.

He drew in another breath. "Fuck. Oh, fuck, Michelle!"

Precum oozed from his tip, and she licked it off. She kissed his head and licked his shaft. He watched her as she teased his rock hard cock. It was sweet and delicious for him, she knew from the look in his eyes, but excruciating, too, because she made sure to keep a gentle touch, always light, with only an occasional hard suck. He wanted to come so bad, and she wouldn't let him, wouldn't give him the release he was growing desperate for. She could hear him pulling on the belt. She knew he wanted to put his hand on her head, make her suck him. Fuck her face, come in her throat. But he couldn't do any of that, because his hands were bound behind his head, so the best he could do was thrust his hips up, so she just held her open mouth over his cockhead, breathed on it, licked the tip, licked his drooling member while he watched.

Finally, he jerked against the belt and growled.

She smiled. "Beg."

"Please."

"Better than that."

"Oh my fucking god, please, oh please"--She sucked his head for half a second, and he gulped.

She raised her head and let his cock pop from her lips. He was as hard as she'd ever seen him, standing straight up, swollen. He's gonna feel so good!  She crawled back onto his lap and wiggled her hips over him.

"Michelle"-- She slid herself over him, and his cock stretched her as it filled her. He thrust his hips upward, driving himself deep inside her, and he let loose with a string of words that was nearly unintelligible. "Oh shit yeah, yeah, oh fuck, that feels good!"

She ground down on him, felt him stroke her innermost core, and she gasped for air. Damn, he's big tonight. And fuck, he feels good!  She wanted to let her hips do the talking, lead by instinct, do what felt good. If she did that, though, he'd come quickly, and it would be over. She slowed her pace, leaned closer to his face, felt his hot breaths on her cheeks, and stared into his dark, sultry eyes while she fucked him. She thought of how he usually put his hands on her hips and directed her thrusts, of how he liked it harder and faster, and how it was probably driving him crazy that he couldn't use his hands.

"Tell me," she whispered. "Tell me how you want it."

"You know," he panted.

"Tell me."

He grunted something in Spanish.

"What?"

He continued in a pleading voice, all in Spanish, smooth, lilting. 

So fucking sexy.  She leaned over him, put her fingers in his hair, grasped his dark curls and pulled his head back. He cried out in Spanish and bucked his hips. She planted her open mouth on his throat, just beneath his jaw where his carotid pulsed, and she bit down while she fucked his prick with hard, deep thrusts. His loud growl filled the car while his cock filled her cunt with his sweet cum, pumping her over and over. His moans turned to gasps, and then he fell back against the car seat. He sat still, then kissed her breast and breathed, "Untie me."

He sucked her nipple while she worked the belt out of the D-ring, and as soon as his hands were free, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her. He still panted, and his hot breaths blew across her throat as he kissed her. "I'm out of words."

"You liked that?" she whispered.

"I loved it." He slid his hands over her breasts, her neck, and he cupped her face. "I love you, Michelle."

"I love you."

They spent the night in the car, cuddled up under the blanket. In the morning, Alejandro changed the flat tire, and they drove out of the mountains. Fifteen years later, they still visit Rock Pile, only now with their three children. 

They check the weather forecast and their tires before they go.