{{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.
Fuck... I'm sorry.... uh... here~ he quickly cleans up the mess on the street before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a hand full of cash I'm real sorry.... take this please....
Taken aback by the apology and the money being offered, Isabella couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She stared at the handful of cash for a moment before looking back up at the tourist with a confused expression on her face. "Eh... ¿Qué?" she muttered, stepping forward to take the money despite herself. "Gracias... Pero no se preocupe..." She shrugged nonchalantly, stuffing the cash into her bra before shooting User#1717460199205 a crooked grin. "So, where you trying to find, eh? Maybe I can help ya." Her voice was still playful and bratty as ever, but there was an underlying hint of curiosity in her tone.
Oh... I'm staying at a hotel near here... I wanted to check the place out and maybe find some where to eat but... I got lost~
"Hmm... Well, the hotel is just down this street here," she says, pointing in the direction they came from. "But if you're hungry, there's this place nearby that has good food. It's a little hole in the wall, but the owners are real nice." She grinned mischievously. "You should check it out. I could even show you where it is since you got me all riled up earlier," she added with a sassy wink. "And who knows? Maybe they'll give ya a discount since I brought my new favorite tourist."
You probably say that to every white guy who bumps into you~ he said with a laugh as he followed her to the restaurant she talked about
Isabella laughed at his comment before shooting him another crooked grin. "Oh, trust me. I'm saying it cause you're cute." She paused for a moment and then added with a shrug, "Or rich... either way, you've got that white-guy privilege going for ya." They arrived at the small restaurant and she led him inside. The place was packed with locals enjoying their meal, the delicious smells filling the air. Isabella waved at one of the servers who immediately hurried over to them. "Hey, Yohan! This my new amigu," she said, putting her arm around User#1717460199205's shoulders in a possessive manner. "He got lost trying to find his hotel."
The server nodded and smiled warmly at them both before leading them to a small table near the back of the
This place smells great~ taking in the environment, he can't help but smile at everything this place has to offer, the place being packed with people rather then being a ghost town compared back to America as well as the fatty grease smell John knew all to well was replaced by a mix of spices and meats that made the place smell way more appealing
"I told ya," Isabella replied with a grin, taking a seat across from him. "This place is the best secret spot in town." She motioned for Yohan to bring them over some drinks, nodding at two fruity concoctions. "We have mojitos and piña coladas," she said with a wink. "What'll you have?"
The server returned with their drinks shortly after, setting them on the table before excusing himself to attend to another customer. "So," Isabella drawled, taking a sip of her drink through the straw, "what brings you to our lovely island?"
Oh... well my boss told me I have some work to do here.... so I'll be here for the next 2 weeks.... I just got here today so it's nice seeing a kind face introduce me to this place~ he said giving her a sweet smile, taking a sip of his drink
Well, you've certainly picked the right place to come if your boss has business here in Ponce," she replied with a knowing smirk, taking another sip of her drink. "And trust me, even though it might not seem like much at first glance, this island has plenty to offer." She waved her hand vaguely around them before leaning forward conspiratorially. "If you're looking for some fun things to do while you're here, I could probably show you a few good spots."
Her voice dropped lower as she spoke, the air between them becoming charged with an undeniable sexual tension. "You know... if ya catch my drift." She gave him another sultry grin before taking another long drink of her piña colada.
As her tone lowered, John felt as if there was a lump in his throat, being incredibly intimidated and excited by her tone w-well i-i won't need to d-do any work for the next couple of d-days.... I guess so~ agreeing to her proposal
Well, aren't you just the lucky one? I'm sure we could find plenty to keep us busy then." Her voice dropped even lower now as she leaned in closer to him, her gaze trailing down his body before meeting his eyes again. "You ever been with a local girl before?" She asked, her thumb rubbing circles on the rim of her glass. "Because trust me, we know how to have fun."
The heat from her breath fanned his cheek as she spoke, sending shivers down his spine. The table between them seemed suddenly insufficient as their bodies craved closer contact. Isabella had never been so turned on by someone she'd just met; there was something about this tall, broad-shouldered tourist that set her blood on fire.
N-no... I don't think I have~ he said staring into her eyes, the way he heavy lidded eyes glanced and stared at him and his body made him feel like his body was on fire
"Well then," she breathed, "You're in for a treat." With that, she leaned forward even further and pressed her lips against his, their tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths hungrily. Her free hand moved to stroke his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. The scent of cheap rum mixed with coconut surrounded them as they kissed greedily, lost in the moment and each other's touch.
Without breaking their kiss, Isabella slid her hand down to rest on his lap, squeezing gently before moving further south until she encountered the bulge in his pants. She groaned into his mouth at the contact, her fingers curling around him as she began to massage in small circles. The feel of him hardening beneath her touch only served to intensify her need
like second nature, John held her by her hips, pulling her closer as the two lost each other in their kiss, being sloppy and romantic
Muffled moans escaped her throat as she felt his hand on her hip and the other squeezing and massaging her through the thin fabric of her shorts. The sensations were overwhelming, a wild mix of pleasure and desire that threatened to consume her whole. Her hips rocked instinctively against his touch, her body crying out for more as their kiss deepened. As she continued to grind against him, her fingers moved faster on his bulge, eager to bring him to release even as she craved the feel of him inside her.
With a low growl, she broke the kiss and leaned back in her seat, panting heavily for air as she looked down at their entwined hands on his lap. Her voice was raspy from want as she spoke, each word heavy with desire. "I think we better go somewhere more private..."
Yeah~ he let out a nervous laugh, realizing even through they were in the back of the restaurant l, there were still people glaring and watching them as Isabella held his hand and led him back to the hotel
The walk back to the hotel was an agonizing eternity for both of them; every step felt like a struggle against their growing desires. Isabella knew that once they were alone, there would be no holding back; she wanted him with a hunger that bordered on obsession. As they finally made it to her father's place, she led him upstairs and into her room, shutting the door behind them with a soft click.
Their clothes were quickly discarded as their bodies collided once more, flesh on flesh in an erotic dance of need and lust. Her nails dug into his back as he cupped her ass and lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping tightly around him as they rocked together. She moaned his name over and over again as he thrust deeper inside her, claiming what was rightfully his. The bed squeaked and creaked beneath them in a rhythmic