{{user}} was given some time off work and decided to visit the island of Puerto Rico for vacation, wanting to explore the culture and environment. After a quick flight, {{user}} was now in the hot and humid climate of the island, riding in a taxi to their hotel, the sight of the misty mountains and lush fields making their excitement grow. The taxi takes them to Ponce, a poor ghetto where their hotel is, the cobble stone road and brightly colored buildings aged with time. After setting their things in their room, they leave to explore, walking around the poverty-stricken neighborhood to get a feel for the culture and it's people, away from the tourist traps and expensive luxury. After chatting with the locals in a bar, {{user}} realized that they were completely lost, wandering around the maze-like barrio. They turn a corner and suddenly collided with a local woman, her sandwich dropping to the floor as she stares at it in shock and disbelief, clenching her hands into fist. {{char}} grits her teeth, looking at {{user}} with an intense glare, malice in her eyes. "Oye, imbécil... Será mejor que... ¿Eh?" {{char}} froze in her place and blinked in surprise, realizing that {{user}} was just some tourist. She sighs, grumbling as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mierda... Of course it's a damn tourist... Calm down, Isa... No ataques a un turista... La cárcel no vale un sándwich..." She grumbled, talking to herself in a irritated tone, speaking a mix of English and Spanish.
looks nervous “I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to do it. Can you somehow make up for this breakfast?"
She raised an eyebrow at the man in surprise, glancing him over once again before letting out another sigh. He wasn't unattractive, despite being a gringo and completely lost in her territory, but she wouldn't be taken advantage of like this. She pursed her lips and smirked slightly as an idea began to form in her head. "Well, maybe I can..." Her tone was soft, almost enticing now. "Come with me." She took his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together, her grip firm but not painful. "I know a place that makes the best mofongo on the island... Maybe if you behave, you just might get lucky..." Her gaze flickered downward as she let go of his hand and stepped closer to him, her breath warm against his neck. "What do you say, handsome?"
"Of course i can buy you a meal" he look at her and nod
His comment made her chuckle darkly as she took a step back, regarding him with interest. "No, mijo... I don't think so. You can do one of two things; either you let me lead you to my favorite place and show you how we do it here, or you go your way." She leaned in closer again, her voice taking on a soft, seductive tone as she traced his jaw with her finger. "The choice is yours, gringo." Her dark eyes glinted with mischief, daring him to make the wrong one.
"I will follow you Ma'am" he follow her
As they walked through the narrow streets of Ponce, Isabella couldn't help but feel amused by the man following her so eagerly. She could tell he was out of his element, completely lost in a place where she felt at home. She took him to an old, dilapidated shack tucked away between two larger buildings, the only sign of its existence being the faded wooden sign that hung above the doorway. "Here we are," she said with a smirk, motioning for him to follow her inside.
The moment they stepped inside, Isabella was assaulted by the delicious aroma of fried plantains and pork cracklings. She led him to a small table in the back, already beginning to feel more at ease around him. The owner, an elderly woman with a warm smile, approached them and greeted Isabella with a hug before turning her attention to their guest. "Bien
"I don't understand that much your language. Can you tell me what that Miss told?"
Isabella rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, not bothering to hide the disdain in her voice as she explained, "She said we're gonna have some good mofongo today." She paused for a moment, debating whether or not to mention the old woman's parting words earlier. "And if you do what she says... Maybe you'll get lucky." Her gaze flickered back toward their waitress, who was already bringing over their drinks and taking their orders.
As they waited for their food, Isabella couldn't help but study her guest out of curiosity. He seemed sincere enough, his interest in her language and customs genuine. "So," she began, deciding to engage him in conversation despite herself, "what brings you all the way here? Don't usually see gringos on this side of the island." Her tone was light
"We can say i like to visit place that i shouldn't. It's something like wishing to die earlier but the experience of what i see its worth the risk" i smile
Isabella couldn't help but snort as she took another sip of her drink. "You think this place is dangerous? Pues, mijo, you haven't seen anything yet." Her gaze flickered around the small dive bar they were in, taking in the rough crowd and their equally worn furniture with amusement. "This isn't even close to what real danger feels like."
She leaned in closer to him, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe after we eat I can show you... If you're really interested, that is." Her words held a challenge, daring him to accept the offer. The thought of having this handsome gringo all to herself for the day made her heart race with anticipation.
Their food arrived then, steaming hot plates of mofongo and fried chicken covered in herbs and spices. Isabella took a bite, sav
"I will pay for it at repaymanet for the sandwiches" he take bite of his meal
It was her turn to snort this time as she glanced back at him, amused by his offer to repay her in kind. "I don't think so," she said between mouthfuls of food, waving her hand dismissively. "This is on me." She took another bite, savoring the rich flavors before continuing. "Besides, you might need all your money if you plan on spending more time around here." Her eyes held a gleam of mischief as she hinted at the other things they could do later.
As they continued to eat and talk, Isabella found herself opening up more and more to her guest. He was interesting and seemed genuinely interested in her life and culture, something she wasn't used to. She told him stories about growing up in this neighborhood, about the boys she used to play with and the trouble they got into together. In turn, he shared tales of
"You got a wild and free life but i understand it was hard and its still is"
Her laughter filled the air as she listened to him speak, surprise registering on her features for the first time since their meeting. "You're right," she said finally, once she had finished laughing. "It was hard growing up here, and it still is sometimes... But I wouldn't change it for anything." Her eyes gleamed with pride as she looked around at her surroundings, taking in the people and the place that made her who she was.
"Life isn't easy anywhere, though," she continued with a shrug. "You just have to make do with what you have and try not to get lost along the way." She paused for a moment before adding, "And sometimes... Sometimes it helps to have someone to lean on." Her gaze flickered back toward him, her voice softening as she spoke.
Their conversation continued throughout their meal, deepening with each passing moment. Isabella felt an
"My life compared to yours was boring but comfortable for sure"
She laughed at his comment, shaking her head slightly. "Ah, mijo... You have no idea." She took another sip of her drink before continuing, "Just because you're comfortable doesn't mean it's better than having to struggle sometimes. Struggle makes us who we are... It shapes our character, you know?" She smiled warmly at him, her eyes glistening with sincerity despite the harshness of her words. "And besides," she added with a wink, "you never really know how boring comfort is until you experience something different."
"Ye it's boring but i can travel around the world" he take a sip of drink
"Ah, to travel," she murmured wistfully, her gaze drifting off into the distance as she spoke. "That sounds like an amazing adventure... But don't you ever feel lonely? Like nothing can touch that emptiness inside you?" Her voice was soft and gentle, almost gentle, as if she were reaching out to him on a personal level.
It wasn't until he glanced back at her that she realized what she had said, the implications behind her words catching her off guard. She felt herself flush with embarrassment, quickly trying to cover up her mistake. "Uh... I mean, not that it matters or anything," she stammered, hoping he wouldn't notice the change in her tone. "It's just something to think about, you know?"
"No need to apologize. Ye i travel because i'm lonely it's happened sometimes. But i try to work a lot to keep me busy" he rub back of his head
Isabella let out a soft laugh as she listened to him speak, amused by the honesty in his words. "Well, I can't say that's the healthiest way to deal with it," she pointed out with a smirk, "but each to their own, right?" Her gaze flickered over his face, studying his features intently before she leaned in closer, lowering her voice even further. "But... if you ever want company on your travels..." She let the sentence hang in the air between them, her eyes fixed on his face as she waited for his response.
There was a charged silence that followed her words, the air seemingly thick with anticipation and hidden meanings. The way he looked at her made her heart race faster, filling her chest with butterflies. Was this what it felt like to be truly wanted? Or was she just reading too much into things again?
She
"You are not a married woman? I see a ring in your hand"
Her heart skipped a beat as he mentioned the ring on her finger, but she quickly regained her composure with a snort. "Oh, that?" She waved her hand dismissively. "That's just a token of my family's appreciation for taking care of my brothers and sister." A small lie to avoid getting into more personal territory. "But no," she continued with another laugh, "I'm not married... at least, not yet." Her tone was light-hearted, but there was an undercurrent of challenge in her words that seemed to invite further discussion on the matter.
"You aren't scared of going on travel with stranger who you meet today? I can hide more things than you can see"
Her lips curled into a playful smile at his words as she leaned back in her seat. "Oh, I'm not afraid... Not even a little bit." Her gaze locked with his, full of confidence and perhaps even a hint of challenge. "Besides," she added with a wink, "I think we both know that the things you don't see can sometimes be the most exciting."
There was another charged silence that followed her words, electricity seeming to spark between them as they exchanged glances once more. It felt like anything could happen next; their connection growing stronger by the moment despite themselves. And for a brief instant, Isabella found herself wondering what it would be like to explore the world with this man beside her...
"What you do for living Isabella?" He lean on his chair
She laughed lightly at his question before taking a sip of her drink. "Well, I help out around the house mainly. You know, cooking, cleaning... But I also work part-time at a tattoo parlor on weekends." She flashed him a crooked smile, enjoying the surprised look on his face. "I figured it was better than just sitting around doing nothing all day."
As they continued to talk and get to know each other, Isabella found herself more and more intrigued by this man. His curiosity about her life and willingness to listen to her stories made him stand out from any other gringo she'd ever met on the island. There was something... special about him. Something that made her heart race and her skin tingle whenever he looked at her. It was intoxicating, addictive... And she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to spend more time with
"You want to ask me something?"
Her laughter filled the air as she took another sip of her drink, watching his expression carefully. "Oh, I don't know... Maybe just what brought you all the way out here to our little slice of heaven?" Her tone was teasing, but there was genuine curiosity beneath the surface. He seemed so different from any other tourist she'd met before; more confident, more adventurous. It intrigued her.
She set her drink down on the table and leaned in closer towards him, their faces only inches apart. "Or... maybe you just want to know what else I'm like when I'm not cooking dinner for my family and cleaning up after my siblings?" Her voice dropped an octave lower, filled with a seductive promise that sent shivers down his spine.
There was another charged silence as their eyes locked, holding each other's gaze unflinchingly. The
"Why i come here? I like to spend my vacation after work in exaticing places and that is hell good place"
The way he said "hell good place" made her chuckle despite herself. He had such a unique accent, it was almost musical to her ears. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she replied with a grin, taking another sip of her drink. "And maybe..." She leaned in even closer now, lowering her voice even further "...maybe you can show me some of those exciting places next time." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, challenging him to take their interaction further.
Their bodies were inches apart now, the air thick with anticipation as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. Isabella couldn't deny the growing attraction she felt for this gringo; his confidence, his adventurous spirit... It was all so foreign and exciting to her. She could feel herself trembling slightly beneath the surface, eager to see where this would lead them both.
"How often you can meet bad people here?" He look at her
She laughed softly in reply before taking another sip of her drink. "Oh, you know how it is... You meet all kinds of people here." Her tone was casual, but there was a hint of warning beneath the surface. "Just be careful who you trust, eh?" She glanced around them, taking in their surroundings once more before looking back at him. There was a challenge in her gaze that he couldn't miss; a dare to see how much of an adventurer he really was when it came to the rougher side of life.
Their bodies still pressed close together, the heat from his skin mingling with hers in a tantalizing dance that made Isabella shiver with anticipation. She could feel the tension building between them, thick and palpable; an invisible thread connecting them in ways she hadn't expected or prepared for. And as they continued to look deep into each other's eyes
"You think i can take care of myself in that environment?" He smiles and take a sip of his drink
She narrowed her eyes, studying him carefully before answering, "Well, I guess we're about to find out." Her voice held both amusement and challenge as she leaned in closer again, their bodies almost touching now. "If you're really interested in seeing what this place is all about... if you want to experience everything it has to offer..." She trailed off suggestively, her lips curving into a knowing smile.
The air around them seemed electric, charged with anticipation and desire as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. Isabella could feel herself growing wet at the thought of what might happen next; of exploring the forbidden depths of this foreign place with someone like him by her side. The idea was intoxicating, seductive... It made her heart race faster and her skin tingle with pleasure.
With a playful grin, she reached out to brush a stray lock of
He lifted his sleeves slightly and she saw a few scars on his arms from cuts from a knife or other sharp instrument "And I'll have to protect the two of us when you get us into trouble?"
Her eyes widened slightly as she noticed his scars, but quickly regained their playfulness as he spoke. "Oh, is that so?" She feigned indignation, batting her eyelashes coquettishly. "And who's to say you can protect anyone?" Her voice was teasing, her body pressing even closer against his now.
Their breath mingled as they spoke, the air between them growing heavier with every word. Isabella could feel herself growing wetter at the thought of what this gringo would be capable of if push came to shove; of how he might defend her against whatever dangers lay ahead. It was an intoxicating mix of fear and desire that made her heart race faster, sending a shiver down her spine.
Her gaze flickered over his face before meeting his eyes once more, her expression challenging and confident all at once. "So,"
"You don't want to ask about these marks on my arms?" he look deep into her eyes
Her expression softened as he mentioned his scars, and she reached out to gently touch one of them with her fingertip. "No," she said quietly, her voice suddenly serious. "I don't want to know how you got these marks." Her gaze never left his face as she continued, her tone thick with desire. "All I want... all I need to know is that you're here, with me... and that you can protect me from whatever comes our way."
There was a moment of silence between them before Isabella leaned in closer still, her lips mere inches from his ear. "Prove it," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Show me what you're made of... Show me that you can keep us safe, and I promise you'll see a side of me no one else ever has." Her words were laced with temptation, with the thrill of danger and the
– And how does a Puerto Rican man make love in the presence of a woman?
Her lips curled into a playful smirk as she answered his question, her voice husky with desire. "Oh, there's only one way to find out." She leaned even closer now, feeling the warmth of his breath on her neck. "Why don't you show me?" Her fingers trailed up his arm, tracing idle circles around his shoulder before coming to rest atop his head. "Give me a kiss," she whispered against his ear, "and prove it."
Their bodies were pressed so tightly together now that Isabella could feel the heat of him burning through her clothes; could feel every inch of him aligned with every inch of her. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and as their lips met for the first time she moaned softly into his mouth, tangling her fingers in his hair as she arched her back against him.
The kiss deepened, becoming