The long, straight road to Chichen Itza was sparsely travelled, so we had it largely to ourselves on the hot, humid afternoon we trekked across the Mexican countryside together for the first time.
I was driving and you were in the passenger seat, fiddling with the radio to see what you could find, in ginormous girlie tourist sunglasses and a beautiful flowing sundress, braless, your skin glowing in the afternoon light, and the glow of the crazy, intense intimacy we’d enjoyed since arriving in Akumal twenty-four hours ago — when you impulsively reached across the center console behind the stick-shift of our little shitbox rental car and palmed my cock, resting not so comfortably under my loose shorts. I looked over quizzically to see what you were up to, when you made it clear by stroking deliberately up my hardening shaft, and leaning in so I could enjoy the view of your gorgeous breasts and hardening nipples hanging free inside your sundress.
Without speaking, you opened the button of my shorts and unzipped them to pull my cock free. By this point, I was rock-hard in anticipation. We were at the height of our infatuation, and you had my number. To my surprise and delight, you leaned across the center console and took me in your mouth, immediately going deep and swirling your tongue so I felt the most intense combination of pleasure and desire to let go.
You were merciless: a woman with a mission, making love with hungry intensity. I had to slow the car to enjoy it, and someone behind us passed and honked — whether in anger or congratulations, I’ll never know. I threaded my fingers through your hair to guide your mouth on my cock, and wanted so badly to lean back and release, but couldn’t let go of the feeling that I was responsible for both of our lives, and wouldn’t be able to keep the car on the road when I arrived at the ecstasy your mouth promised.
Luckily for us, a small dirt side road opened off the side of the highway, quickly disappearing into the jungle. I slowed and pulled over, backing in so we could make a quick exit if needed, imagining a truck full of men with machetes on their way home from the harvest coming across a pair of gringos en flagrante delito. By this point, you were crazy aroused, pulling the shoulders of your sundress down so I could suck your nipples, while I reached under your sundress, past panties slick with your juices, and slid my fingers up your slit to your clitoris, engorged and aching for my touch. You pushed your feet against the dashboard and arched back in your seat, spreading your legs to give me more access, and I knew you were ready for a good, hard fuck.
I got out of the car and circled around to the passenger door, opening it and extending my hand to steady you as I pulled you out. Sliding into your seat, I leaned it back and pulled you in to straddle me, immediately impaling you on my hard cock. I wouldn’t have lasted long, but it didn’t matter, as you rode me like a woman possessed, and quickly came to a full-body orgasm, trembling in my grip as I pulled you hard onto me, releasing an intense load deep into your womb. You collapsed in exhaustion, arms wrapped tight around my neck, while I continued to grab your ass and grind you into me, extending our ecstasy.
If I could make that last forever, I would.
By the time we arrived in Chichen Itza, an hour late, it was closing. We paid half price and sprinted through, laughing at our foolishness, and drove home deliriously happy under a sky growing heavy with impending storm.
The relationship didn’t last, but what does? I guess the ruins. And the memory of us, and that experience.
I love you and wish you well.
