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Archive name: mexgirl.txt (MF, rom)
Authors name: John Anais (Anon address)
Story title : Mexican Girl In Minneapolis

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The Mexican Girl In Minneapolis (MF, rom)
by John Anais (Anon address)

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I'm a traveling salesman. I was in Minneapolis with very 
little to do and plenty of time to kill. I left my motel 
to walk down by a river near by when I heard Mexican 
music. I followed the sound until I found a street party 
with hundreds of people, Mexican food, loud music, and 
lots of very pretty women.

This looks like fun, I said to myself, and promptly 
began to mix with the crowd, most of who were speaking 
only Spanish. I got some food and sat at a table near a 
group of four young women, who looked at me and began to 
giggle. I paid no attention to them, but after a while I 
noticed that one was looking at me and smiling. She 
winked and smiled broadly, and I tossed my head to let 
her know that I was interested and to come over.

She left her girlfriends and came over to me. I found 
out very quickly that she spoke very little English. 
"Habla Espanol?" she asked. "Un poquito," I replied, and 
she smiled again. "Que es su nombre?" she asked. "John," 
I replied. "Juanito..." she said slowly, smiling as the 
syllables rolled off her tongue. "Yo soy Guadalupe. 
Lupe." she said.

We sat smiling at one another and the band struck up a 
lively Nortena number that sounded like the polkas that 
I grew up with as a kid. She let out a whoop and grabbed 
my hand and dragged me to the dance area, pulling me 
around in circles, laughing wildly as the music played 
on.

I found myself standing there as she whirled about, 
falling madly in love with her. She had dark brown skin 
and very dark brown eyes; her straight black hair was 
braided and fell to just below her rounded rump. She 
wore a black silk blouse, distressed denim jeans, and 
spike-heeled shoes. Too much makeup and long dangling 
earrings that reached her shoulders, and a very heavy 
perfume that smelled of jasmine. She was exquisite, the 
girl of my dreams, the girl that I had wanted all my 
life. I wanted to tell her that, but couldn't remember 
the words for it in Spanish.

The tempo of the music slowed down tremendously and Lupe 
reached for me. She pulled me close, looking straight 
into my eyes, and we danced slowly. I could feel her 
heart pounding, or was it mine? I couldn't tell any 
more. The tune ended and we stood there looking at one 
another, not knowing what to do. "Mi guero..." she said 
breathily. "Vamos."

She took me by the hand and we walked down the street, 
away from the fiesta. We turned a corner and walked 
about two blocks, and she pulled me toward an apartment 
building. She led me up the stairs, pulled the key from 
her pocket, and opened the door. She turned and faced 
me, smiled, and beckoned me inside with a crooked 
finger.

Her apartment was small but neat; the smell of frijoles 
and chicken hung in the air and a radio played quietly 
in a corner. I took her in my arms and held her close, 
and the two of us sat slowly on her couch, not taking 
our eyes off of one another.

Lupe and I sat on the couch kissing deeply. The fire in 
her eyes, the fervor of her kisses, and the strength of 
her grip told me that she was just beginning to warm up. 
She slipped her feet out of her bright red, open toed, 
high heeled pumps as I opened her silk blouse to reveal 
her white lace bargain basement bra which was easily two 
sizes too small for her, judging from the way the straps 
dug into her shoulders and sides and the way her warm 
brown boobs overfilled the cups. I reached behind her 
and tried to unfasten the hooks, but the thing was on so 
tightly that I couldn't.

She smiled broadly, her bright white teeth glistening 
and contrasting with the heavy coat of blood-red 
lipstick on her thick lips, sat up and reached behind 
her, and a second later the cheap foundation sprang 
forward off of her chest with a loud snap, allowing her 
heavy breasts to sag slightly. She laughed loudly as she 
tossed the bra on top of her blouse, saying something in 
Spanish that I didn't understand, but ending it with a 
loud "BANG!" It was obviously a relief to have it off.

Lupe's huge dark nipples were inviting my mouth, and I 
bowed my head to suckle them. She stroked my hair 
tenderly with her long pink fingernails, murmuring 
softly, then gradually breathing more deeply and loudly 
as I flicked my tongue across the hardened button. The 
more I did it, the louder her moaning and breathing 
became, then suddenly she began to wail and toss her 
head back and forth. She grabbed the back of my head and 
pushed it into her bosom, nearly suffocating me, and 
only let go when I began to push against her. "Oh 
Juanito," she moaned, looking into my eyes and smiling 
softly.

She stood up suddenly and grabbed my hands. "What?" I 
asked, to which she could only reply "arriba..." She 
pulled me to my feet and sat on the coffee table in 
front of me. She never took her eyes out of mine as she 
pulled my belt open, opened my pants, and pulled them 
down along with my undershorts.

My cock was painfully hard and sprang out, nearly 
hitting her in the face, as she took it in her hand. 
"Mmmmmmmm," she said as she licked her lips, wrapped her 
lips around her teeth and took my cock all the way down 
her throat in one gulp. She pulled it out slowly, 
leaving most of her lipstick on the shaft, then sucked 
it back down.

She really knew how to suck; her mouth was like a 
vacuum, keeping a warm sucking pressure on my cock, 
never letting her teeth touch it, sucking slow, then 
fast, bringing me closer to a huge orgasm with every bob 
of her head.

Suddenly she pulled her head back and let go of my cock. 
"Chingame," she said sternly, lust in her eyes. 
"Pardon?" I said, knowing very little Spanish. 
"Chingame," she said again. "What?" I repeated, getting 
frustrated. "Joo foke me now, OK?" she said, somewhat 
impatiently, as if I should understand. "Ohhhh..." I 
said, smiling weakly.

Lupe stood up and opened her leather cowboy belt and 
took off her jeans. She wore high-waisted cotton panties 
which she pulled off at the same time. She now stood 
naked in front of me as I kicked off my trousers and 
undershorts and pulled my shirt off over my head. She 
reached up and put her arms around my neck and we kissed 
again as we sat down on the couch.

She got on my lap facing me with her legs spread around 
my cock and reached down to guide it into her warm, wet 
pussy. She had quite a heavy bush, but I noticed that 
the hair was soft as she dragged my cock across it. 
Finding the opening, she braced herself on the back of 
the couch as she sat down slowly.

My cock slipped into her easily and when she hit bottom, 
she smiled, saying something else in Spanish that I 
didn't understand, then began to raise herself up and 
down on me. She started slowly, just like she did when 
she sucked my cock, and soon was bouncing up and down 
furiously as she and I came closer to orgasm.

She screamed loudly and dug her sharp fingernails into 
my back and I felt her pussy muscles tighten around me, 
and I couldn't help myself. I sent a huge stream of jizm 
into her, one that felt like it wouldn't stop.

We sat holding one another for a long time, knowing that 
it would never happen again, but knowing that it was 
wonderful while it lasted. I think about her all the 
time now; I doubt I'll ever forget...

END

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