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Dividends
by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)
***
A young executive finds a new life and market while on
a company sponsored vacation. (MF, rom)
***
It had all began months ago, building from a small
spark into a raging inferno. The outburst in the staff
meeting only verified the culmination of my
frustrations; whereas unwittingly, I had single-
handedly undermined the confidence of our most trusted
customer. The CEO called me into his office early the
next morning and threw a round-trip ticket to Mazatlan
across his desk with two options.
The first option was to pack only the clothes I’d
needed and get my life back together under the warm
tropical sun. The second was to pack my personal
effects in the office and not return. With little
forethought, I opted for the first option, and hurried
to my newly rented apartment to pack for the afternoon
flight. It had just started to rain as the jet poked
through the clouds into the clear blue.
Several months earlier, my divorce was finalized, and
the companion I dreamed of sharing my life with
strolled out of my life to begin anew with the
executive VP of her negotiating firm. What had begun as
a caring supportive relationship soon became bogged
down in material gain and personal prestige.
While I had continued to climb the lofty corporate
ladder, my wife began her own upward ascent away from
us. The settlement left me stripped of everything but
an old T’Bird I was trying to restore, and my
retirement intact while she walked away with a lifetime
of mutually earned toys. Her attorney was good, and I
was just too damn hurt to offer much resistance. With
little more than memories and shattered dreams, I was
alone again.
The plane landed outside of the city on a poorly
maintained field surrounded by scrub bushes and
agonizing heat. The over-priced taxi ride to town was
an exercise in harm avoidance, from the crazy opposing
drivers to the open air cab that threatened to throw me
out on every turn. The beachfront hotel was
accommodating and the sites and smells tantalizing, but
not enough for me to leave the air conditioned comfort
of my room and the twenty channels the local cable
company offered.
I bought a bottle of one of the local wines and
proceeded to drown my sorrows into oblivion despite the
constant report of car horns and maxed out car stereos
blasting ranchero music. Lost in self-denial and pity,
I tried to analyze my options. Should I forget the
office that bound me to the city, and move closer to
the consolation of my family living near the East
Coast? Everything became too blurred to early, and I
fell asleep as the sun dropped over the horizon with a
fiery red glow.
The evening had fallen into night time, accompanied
with blaring music and loud partying from the
surrounding hotel rooms making sleep impossible to all
but the deaf. Staggering into the hallway, I
straightened my shirt and wandered to the elevator,
bumping into the one of the local employees delivering
a tray of multicolored drinks to any one of a hundred
different parties within the confines of the hotel.
I jabbed the button for the lobby and descended noisily
from the third floor, as the humid air swirled around
me unmercifully, almost taking my breath away. After
several frustrating endeavors, I finally found my way
into the bustling lounge and ordered one of the local
over priced concoctions while silently debating what it
would cost to return to the rain and my apartment on
the morrow.
One of the local call girls slid next to me and tried
to start a conversation, but with no working knowledge
of the local dialect I could only smile and walk away
in search of a quiet alcove to fulfill the “sorting
out” process that would finally lead to closure and a
new outlook on the lifestyle I was hoping to rebuild.
That is when it hit - I was surrounded by beautifully
tanned, dark eyed, silky legged potential escorts;
naive in the ways of my world, but savvy in the
bedroom. It was a virtually bedding paradise, and I had
been too caught up in myself to realize the multitude
of opportunities that awaited with only the minimal
coercion and cash outlay. It had been some time since
the comfort of a woman’s charms had relieved my
frustrations, and with my stress levels bordering on
overload, a good lay might just be the much needed
elixir.
Gazing through the shadows while the band took the
stage, I spied a young lovely in a one piece outfit
that accented her shapely hips and small breasts.
Moving to her table quickly, I gestured towards my
glass and pointed to her. She looked me over carefully,
studying my face intently for several moments before
nodding at the empty seat across from her. Signaling
the bar, a drink arrived almost instantly as five
dollars were swept from the table.
I tried to learn her name or anything about her, but
she only smiled a distant smile, almost looking through
me as if disenchanted by my presence. The band sprang
to life with an ear shattering discord, and began
chanting a horrible rendition of Elvis, and I couldn’t
help but laugh at the results of their collective
efforts. Turning to the dark haired beauty, I could
tell that she was not very pleased by the noise, so I
rose to make a discreet exit patting her arm gently in
understanding. So many women, so little time.
As I made me way towards the exit, I felt a slight tug
on my shirt and turned to see the little lady from the
table trying to follow me despite her high heels to
which she was obviously unaccustomed. I stopped her,
and by lifting her legs one at a time, I removed the
shoes from her tiny feet, before taking her hand and
guiding her into the far more serene restaurant.
Sitting at a table that overlooked the water, we
ordered from the seafood menu, and I watched her wolf
down the food so quickly she almost choked on several
different occasions. All the while, only non-verbal
gestures were the essence of our conversations. While
we were putting away some sort of rum coated pastry, I
pointed towards the ceiling and made a gesture of
sleeping which she slowly acknowledged by bowing her
head and holding up five fingers. I nodded and smiled
but she turned to stare at the surf.
Once in my room, she quickly wriggled out of her attire
and disappeared into the shower. Several moments later
she gestured for me to enter, and hurriedly undressing,
I stepped through the threshold with my eyes riveted on
her firm full breasts - small by many standards but
firm and crowned by large nipples that begged to be
touched.
I tried, but she pushed my hand away and set about
lathering every inch of my tired body, concentrating on
the rapidly rising flesh that would shortly enter her
intimate depths. She milked my rod tenderly yet
forcefully, looking for any sign of a discharge as I
began to groan in delight. Once satisfied, she quickly
dried herself off, and strolled over to the bed,
leaving me to dry myself.
As I stepped from the steamy shower, I saw her lying on
her back fiddling with a condom, and went for my wallet
to withdraw a fifty and lay it on the night stand next
to her. Pausing to look over her nakedness, I noted the
tell tale stretch marks on her abdomen heralding recent
child bearing.
Her hand sought my still raging organ, and deftly
slipped the condom over its length. Rolling it down
skillfully, she gave a few enticing strokes and guided
into the dark muff surrounding her sexuality. Pressing
into her depths gently, I allowed the delicious
sensation to fully engulf my being before humping away
in total abandon.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, bringing her hips up
to meet my thrusts with her arms loosely wrapped around
me. All too soon, I erupted into the rubber sheath,
pumping frantically to maximize the sensations of the
tight pussy that was, for this brief instant, mine
alone. As my spine tingling orgasm gradually receded
she patted my back dutifully until, fully spent, she
rolled me on to my back and produced a wad of toilet
paper to first remove my orgasmic residue from between
her delicate legs before turning her attention to
wiping off my rapidly deflating erection.
Within moments, she had slipped into her attire and
disappeared out into the noisy hallway, never looking
back. I’ll never know when she collected her fare.
It was not the best encounter of my life, but at risk
of sounding calloused, it was more than sufficient and
I slipped into a most fitful slumber until the late
hours of the following morning. The room was freezing
as I’d forgotten to turn down the air. Hurriedly
donning my cut-offs and an old corporate t-shirt, I set
out in search of warmth and food.
The mid-day sun was merciless as I crossed the road
towards the beach and some of the local food stands
swarming with customers there. Grabbing some burritos
from one of the more crowded vendors, I swaggered along
the beautiful beach, marveling at the constant parade
of beautiful scantily clad boobies bouncing in the
nearby surf. Beautiful long legs and curvaceous torsos
were everywhere to be seen, and smiling eyes returned
every greeting I rendered.
Soon I was splashing in the warm waves, delighting in
the soothing sea water sensations. With nary a need for
a towel to dry off, I stumbled out of the surf and onto
the fine white sand feeling more alive than I had in
years. As I wandered further down the beach, I spotted
a tantalizing tanned figure reclining on a tattered
beach towel. Giving pause I watched her, wondering
where her escort must be. There was none, but a young
child that ran from the surf and plopped down
unceremoniously next to her. Hubby must be at work.
Resetting my radar, I started to stroll past her until
something forced me to pause and absorb her charms one
last time. She was too familiar, and as she lifted the
sunglasses to her hair, I recognized her from the night
before. She was even more beautiful, and I felt my
throat tighten in anticipation. At first, she pretended
she didn’t recognize me, but a second glance that
focused first on my face, then onto my “package”
revealed her familiarity. I could have sworn there was
a slight flush to her cheeks when she turned away.
Not knowing whether her apparent actions were rejection
or embarrassment, I turned back up the beach away from
her and spotted a barefoot vendor walking along the
sand selling kites and balloons. After some lengthy
bargaining using hand signals and facial expressions, I
opted for a small kite, before returning to the site of
my most recent lover.
She was combing the sand from her long flowing hair as
her companion was busy erecting a sand blob next to her
feet. I handed the lad the kite, and his face froze
with fear before turning to the rigid female form next
to him. She raised her sunglasses again, and stared
into my face for and eternity before a smile slowly
crossed her full rich lips and she mouthed a silent
“thank you.” The boy turned and beamed at me before
jumping up and running down the beach with his new
treasure.
It was my turn to be stunned. Recovering quickly, I
took her hand, and we dashed into the pounding waves,
splashing and frolicking like two long lost friends. On
several occasions the tumbling surf threw her into my
willing arms, and I was able to gaze into the ebony
pools of her innocence before we were overtaken by
another wave and sent tumbling into the salty brine.
Her son soon joined us and time stood still. It was
only when the sun began to dwindle and my sun burn
screamed for shade that we turned up the beach and
hailed a cab for a nearby McDonalds. As Jose (her Son)
gleefully played on the plastic maze, I began to piece
together the mystery of this vibrant young girl - so
worldly yet so innocent.
A bad marriage to a childhood sweetheart had ended with
infidelity and fear for Marta. Still living with her
Mother, she had struggled to raise the standard of her
immediate family, learning “one word” English phrases
to help her with the myriad of vacationers that were
the primary source of income for the city. Only
recently, she had turned to the night life when her job
in the market was lost. Her mistrust for men and
staunch devotion to a better life for Jose returned her
to the only security she had known with her family.
Her tale was not unlike millions of single mothers that
had turned from there cheating husbands in hopes of
nurturing solidarity for future generations. Saddened
by her tale, yet delighted with her company, I kept her
close to me, touching often and turning the
conversation towards her life rather than bogging her
mind with the frustration and futility of my own.
Too soon night was upon us and although I wanted to
spend much more time with her, she needed to return to
the sanctity of her home and her Mother, who was
adamantly suspicious of any and all foreigners. Smart
Mom, I thought, this attractive young unsuspecting
creature would be easy prey to a multitude of wolves;
myself included!
I gave her fare to go home and slipped a twenty into
her beach bag undetected before returning to the hotel
to rinse off the salt spray in cold water, and tarry
back into the steamy world where I had found Marta. So
many young women, so little time. “The Strip” was alive
with music and women, accompanied by numerous pan
handlers and gold diggers.
It was not a place for the weak or foolish. I loved the
danger and intrigue, and with careful observation was
soon able to move with the best of them. Somewhere
towards the end of a seemingly never ending row of
night clubs, I was confronted by a delicious young
beauty who offered to “suck my balls dry” right in the
middle of the street.
Fascinated, I guided her into a dark, semi-hidden
alcove and let her have her way with me. She was
skilled far beyond my expectations, immediately
latching on to my lifeless member and using her tongue
and throat to extract my abundant essence inside of a
few minutes. She left with twenty bucks, and I left
with totally depleted gonads.
The chase was great yet as with all good things, too
much becomes a bore, and by the start of a new day, I
found myself in a cab heading for the hotel. Too many
more nights like this, and my manhood would be forced
into early retirement; a tempting possibility I was
considering when I arrived at the hotel.
Thinking a quick brew would calm my jangling nerves
(and gonads) I swung into the lounge and my gaze
immediately found Marta in the same corner where we
originally met. Absolving guilt immediately as no
implied commitment was ever made, I slowly moved
towards her table when her sad eyes found mine. The
hurt was painfully apparent. I signaled the waitress
quickly and ask to join her despite the anger that now
surfaced. It was about to become the most important
night of my life.
Despite our communicative faults, I quickly learned of
the dreams I had triggered, and the fears that I had
reinforced. Knowing that I held her breaking heart in
my hand, I trembled from her overwhelming beauty, and
immediately resolved to restore the stars that had
shone so brightly in her eyes hours earlier. Taking her
hand, I led her out into the street and hailed the
first vacant cab available.
Stopping only to buy a dozen red roses at the nearest
corner, I directed the driver to take her home and not
to return without her son and herself. The dazed look
on her face was the last I saw of her until the sun had
renewed its presence over the parched landscape.
Three gentle taps at the door announced her arrival and
I swung into action. The consulate office had the
paperwork ready when we arrived and with a few copies
of vital documents and the hasty exchange of funds,
Marta and Son were the proud owners of a Visa to
accompany there passports. Another quick trip to the
travel agency and I was assured that my return flight
home would be accompanied.
The remainder of the day was spent meeting her Mother
who served up a fine traditional dinner, packing the
best of the tattered clothing remnants they possessed,
and answering a multitude of questions about the new
land they would soon be sharing with me. Dinner at the
local outdoor restaurant was spent resolving her fears
and sharing dreams while Jose gorged himself on desert.
As Marta tucked the sleeping lad into bed, I marveled
at how quickly he had adapted to my mannerisms and
discipline. She quickly removed her clothes and grabbed
my belt pulling me into the shower before hastily
removing my attire. Once the flow of water had been
adjusted to a comfortable setting, I learned just how
passionate and responsive this delicate jewel really
was, With merely a gentle touch, I could bring her to
the threshold of an orgasm.
Uninhibited and sensual, she gave herself totally,
bathing the instruments of her seduction with a copious
fountain of her ejaculate. On several occasions I had
to cover her mouth to stifle her orgasmic screams from
waking Jose. It wasn’t until her knees were trembling
from over-stimulation, that I explored the tiny
chocolate nub of her essence with my tongue, producing
an orgasm that made her collapse into a quivering heap
of silky, sweet smelling skin.
My fears of overindulgence were quickly resolved when
she grabbed my throbbing organ, and after taking its
length fully into her mouth, giving me the most
fulfilling oral sex of my life. It was my turn to
tremble and collapse into her loving embrace as the
last of the hot water drained from the water heater.
Toweling off each other quickly, we tumbled into the
bed, as she curled up to the fetal form of Jose; I
curled behind her, and allowed sleep to soothe our
tired spirits.
It was four in the morning when I was stirred into
wakefulness by a soft hand caressing life into my
wilted manhood. Turning on her side, she guided me into
her moist warm pussy, and began flexing its muscles in
an urgent milking manner. It was the most erotic and
stimulating experience of my sexual life.
Despite my best efforts, I could not quell the urgent
burning in my loins and all too soon I bit into her
shoulder as my essence erupted into her womb. Her
rapidly building orgasm climaxed almost immediately
afterwards, sweeping through her trembling form in
quivering spasms. My dreams and realities blended into
the form that was rapidly slipping back into sleep
beside me.
The following Monday when I returned to the office, I
was received for the new man I had become. Behind me
lay the loneliness and frustration a bad emotional
investment can render. Ahead lay the dreams of my love
and my soon to be adopted child.
It immediately became apparent that the investment the
company had made in my vacation would pay of far
greater dividends than they could have ever imagined,
and I was soon promoted to head our overseas sales
division. Immediately I began research on the viability
of establishing a distribution center for our condoms
in Mazatlan.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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