by Carver Pike
With that, she reached out to grab the back of my head and pull me closer. Her tongue once again found mine. But this time she took my hand and slid it up under her skirt. She pressed my fingers up against her crotch and my index finger found the valley between her pussy lips. Her panties were soaked. She was wet for me.
I swirled my finger around her wet pussy, never going beneath the fabric. I wanted her to be crazy for me by the time we reached our destination. As crazy for me as I was for her at least.
I looked over my shoulder and saw the cab driver looking at us through the rearview mirror. He noticed me glaring at him and turned his attention back to the road.
Isabelle moaned and I pushed a little harder, threatening to shove my finger through her panties and up into her. My thumb drifted along the edge of the elastic and felt trimmed pubic hair, not much more than stubble. I loved it.
I wanted to take it in my mouth, to eat her, to make her scream and beg for more. Fuck I was hard.
Can you drive any motherfuckin’ faster?
Then, finally, the driver pulled over. He said something in Spanish.
“Five dollars,” Isabelle said. “Should be three but he’s giving us the gringo price. Just pay him so he doesn’t bother us.”
Bother us? I imagined him peeking in the window as I fucked Isabelle, softly rapping on the window to “bother us” for the two dollars I owed him.
Really, five dollars sounded fair to me. We’d travelled pretty far and I was used to prices in the States. The meter practically starts at five dollars where I’m from. No meters in Panama.
I fished out five U.S. dollars, as Panama uses our currency, and climbed out of the cab. It drove off leaving me in the darkness of the shady street, late at night, with Isabelle by my side. She slinked her arm through mine.
Elevated train tracks ran overhead blocking out most of the moonlight. The street was oddly quiet. One car whizzed by. We seemed to be in an industrial area of sorts. A sugar factory was across the street. A light flickered from behind and I turned to see our destination. Campo Sexo. Interesting.
From the outside the place looked like a drive-thru Las Vegas wedding chapel. The lit up sign had fancy, kind of cheesy font with puckered red lips.
“So this is a push?” I asked.
“This is a push,” she replied. “But not OUR push. Ours is over here.”
She walked with me in her arm to the right of what I thought would be our spot for the rest of the evening. We rounded a corner and there was nothing but dark buildings.
Wind blew a paper cup down the street next to it and the knocking of it flipping around on the concrete seemed to echo through the air.
I was suddenly uncomfortable.
No other sounds were present. It was like we’d stepped out of the vibrant city and into an abandoned wasteland.
This was the kind of shit you see in horror movies where suddenly five guys leap out from behind a dumpster and stab the shit out of the heroin. Fuck that shit. Not me.
“Umm, nah, I’m not feeling this,” I said. “I don’t see anything back here. Let’s go back to the casinos.”
“No, it’s here. It is. Look. Right over there.”
I looked and I seriously couldn’t see a thing. It was dark. Just dark.
“I don’t see anything. Look, I don’t mean to be an asshole, but this is kind of weird.”
“Okay,” she said.
Well that was easy. We travelled this far and she’s going to give up like that?
“Okay?” I asked. “Okay. Let’s find a taxi.”
Suddenly lights popped on about halfway down the darkened street. It was a big sign but I couldn’t read it from where I stood.
“See?” she squealed as if she’d just proven to me UFOs do exist.
She seemed so proud of herself.
Then she attacked my mouth again, pulling me into her embrace, shoving her tongue past my teeth as her body pushed me against a wall at my back. She reached into my pants and found my dick again, which had deflated to half its size at least. It woke up and quickly grew in her grip.
This girl was fucking wild. And I found myself just wanting to get her alone somewhere. I was being paranoid. This girl just wanted to fuck. Who was I to deny her?
Yes, thinking with my little head, I know, but sometimes my little head is a fucking genius.
This was not one of those times.
With the excitement of a child on her way to the fair, Isabelle walked me towards OUR push. She was practically skipping all the way. Finally, I saw the sign:
The Love Bug.
Just like that. In English. And beside the exotic script was a lit up picture of one love bug fucking another from behind, doggy style. It was a motion sign and the bug was really giving it to her.
Nice.
I laughed under my breath and felt a little better. Something about the sign seemed so normal, so real in contrast to the dark surroundings.
I figured maybe someone had just realized the sign was left off by accident and hit the switch as we walked up. Strange coincidence but stranger shit has definitely happened.
Isabelle, who’d apparently visited this place before, led me toward the front door. I really shouldn’t call it a door as it was just an open arch big enough for cars to drive through. We climbed a small hill and as we rounded the corner I saw a row of garage doors, only three of them closed, the rest sitting wide open.
I’d never seen anything like it. It looked like we’d just walked into a storage site or something. Yet I didn’t ask any questions. I was just taking it all in.
“Usually people come here with a car,” Isabelle informed me.
“I imagine.”
“Which one would you like?” she asked.
“I um…”
They all looked the same to me. I had no idea what was in store. How could I choose?
“This one I guess,” I said as I pointed at the third garage from the entrance.
Seemed like as good a choice as any.
She stood up on her toes and kissed my cheek before pulling me in the direction of our garage.
I got an odd feeling in my gut for the second time this night. We walked into the garage door and it was like any other garage I’d ever been in. The walls were bare, a sandy brown color, and there was an oil stain on the ground. One door sat near the corner of the room. Next to it was a small intercom and a switch for the garage door.
I walked over to the door. On it was a sign that read:
$12 por 2 horas, $20 por 4.
I looked back at Isabelle who shrugged her shoulders. It was an awkward moment. I didn’t feel so good about being in the place at all. Would I need two hours or four or more? Would I want to stay at all?
Isabelle pushed the “close” button on the switch and the garage door creaked shut.
I looked back and watched it, piece by piece, descend from the ceiling to the concrete, locking me in. Us in.
An icy chill ran down my spine and I felt a little bit claustrophobic. I’d never had an issue with enclosed spaces but this just felt…off.
All was silent. All was eerily silent. I didn’t like it.
Then Isabelle hugged me from behind, resting her chin on my back and reaching out to intertwine her fingers at my stomach. It was a cute gesture and made me feel like we’d been dating for a long time. It snapped me back to reality and out of my crybaby state.
SQUEAK, the small mail drop at the center of the door swung open. SLAM, it stopped and was held there by a woman’s hand. I could only see her blood red nail polish.
The fuck…
I didn’t know what to do. What was going on?
“You have to give her money,” Isabelle said. “How long will we stay?”
“Umm…”
“Dos horas por favor,” Isabelle called out, taking the lead.
Then she said to me, “Just hand her the money. She will give you change after.”
“Two hours you said?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Twelve dollars. If we want to stay longer we can pay more after.”
I pulled a twenty out of my wallet and put it through the slot. The woman took it and disappeared.
All was quiet again.
“This is weird,” I said.
“What is?” Isabelle asked.
“All of it.”
“These places are very popular in Panama. Don’t worry. You will get your change when we go inside.”
“It’s just…odd…you know…not seeing anyone. Very mysterious.”
“It’s for discretion, I believe is the word you say. A lot of cheaters come here with their mistresses. Car is safe inside garage, nobody can see, nobody can report later. It’s all done in secret.”
CLICK the door popped open and squeaked as it swung a little on its hinges. The light was on in the room. SLAM…THUNK came the sounds of a heavy door shutting and locking from somewhere inside.
“We can go in now,” Isabelle said.
She went in ahead of me, pushing the door all the way open. It wasn’t what I expected. It was basically a Days Inn but kinkier. I closed and locked the door behind me and did a quick survey of the room.
The bed was probably queen size, a thin cheap comforter draped over it and a couple of those rock hard pillows you always find at ratty hotels.
On the nightstand was a menu encased in a hard plastic stand. I picked it up and it was a list of sex toys with prices next to it. A vibrator, a bigger vibrator, a fucking gigantic vibrator. A cock ring, sensual oils, a strap-on kit. The list went on and on. It was like a fucking McDonald’s with no value menu as the prices were ridiculous.
The bathroom was to the right and the shower had a glass window, totally see through and viewable from the bedroom area. That was a hot idea.
A small TV was up on the wall and was on and running porn. It was the sounds coming from the box that caught my attention first. The ridiculous music along with, “Oh fuck yes, put it in my ass!”
I glanced over to see that he was indeed putting it in her ass while the begger was tonguing another girl’s clit. Classy place.
Glad to see they watch the same cheesy porn in Central America.
On the bed was a plastic pouch with clean towels and a condom packed inside.
I glanced over at Isabelle and she was standing with her legs closed, kind of raised up on the toes of one foot slightly, a finger in her mouth. She looked so fucking sexy. Her tits were bulging at the front of her shirt, her sweater still draped over her shoulders.
As I admired her I noticed she was pointing up with her other hand. I looked up at the ceiling and it was completely mirrored. I’d never been in a room like this before. Of course it had always sounded like a turn on, but where the hell do you find a room with a mirrored ceiling?
She smiled and bit her finger.
Holy fuck.
My heart sped up. I realized I was anxious, or nervous, or a combination of the two. I wasn’t frightened like I’d been out in the garage. I was just so fucking horny. I’d been with maybe twenty women in my life and had only been this nervous with the first.
Why was I so fucking turned on by this gorgeous Latin beauty? What made her different from all the others?
“Come here,” she said with a flick of her finger.
She took her sweater off and tossed it to the floor.
And her shoulders and arms were covered in tattoos. Flowers, and birds, and strange symbols. I’m a sucker for tattoos and these were exotic and sexy as fuck. What I’d thought were just a couple of tats sticking out from her top earlier at the restaurant had turned in to a tapestry of art, a mural of “fuck me now.”
I wanted her.
I kissed her hard, no longer worried about a cab driver spying on us. I just wanted to taste her, to devour her, to be inside of her in any way possible. I wanted my tongue, my fingers, and my cock…all of them inside of her.
She shoved me away and for a second I was stunned. Then she winked, pulled off her dress, and let it fall to her feet.
Her tits were propped up in her bra, lace cups that were slightly see-through, giving me just a hint of the big, dark nipples that lay beneath.
Her belly was smooth, not muscular, but perfect, and a swirl of ivy stretched around from her ribcage, leading to a red flower that encircled her belly button.
Black lace panties covered her pussy but were see through enough for me to catch a glimpse of the crease. My cock throbbed in my pants. I could feel my chest heaving up and down and saliva building in my mouth.
She lifted her arms and pulled her hair into a fist where she swirled it around on top of her head and clipped it somehow, forming a neat little bun. She suddenly reminded me of a sexy teacher I’d had in high school and I was even more turned on.
She walked past me and crawled onto the bed, making sure to put her ass up in front of me. I could see the small pouch at the bottom of her panties where her succulent pussy was poised for the taking.
My dick pressed against my pants as I saw the cleft in her swollen pussy.
She crawled to the head of the bed and turned around, sitting against the headboard. She motioned for me to come to her.
“Take off your clothes and come sit with me,” she said.
I turned off the lights and stared at her beautiful body in the flicker of the TV glow. The sounds of the girl getting pounded from behind on screen intensified the moment.
“Ohhhh shit!” the girl cried. “You’re so fucking good!”
Then the other girl cried, “Mmm, yeah, don’t stop. Eat my pussy.”
And during all this, Isabelle’s eyes were glued on me.
I pulled my shirt over my head and she smiled. I was in good shape. Not a bodybuilder by any means but I liked to run and I did a lot of pushups at home.
“And your…pants,” she said with a point of her finger, ordering me out of them.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled down my pants, not stripper-like as I didn’t have the talent, but frustrated, ‘cause I was tired of the games. I kicked my pants to the side. I was only in my boxers now and my cock was pressed so hard against them that the head found its own way out of the hole in the front, peeking out at her.
“Oh,” she said as she put a hand to her chest.
I dropped my boxers and my dick sprang to life, standing there straight up, ready to be eaten by whatever hole she had in mind.
She pat the bed in front of her.
“Come sit in front of me and let’s watch the show.”
I climbed onto the bed on all fours, watching her the whole time, my dick dangling between my legs, jerking with each move forward. Her eyes were drawn to it and her mouth was agape. She wanted it. She wanted me.
This is going to be epic.
But I didn’t give it to her at first. She wanted me to sit in front of her, so I did. My back to her chest. She put her hands on my ribs, digging her nails into my flesh just a little, and whispered.
“Scoot back more. Lean into me.”
I slid back a little and she pulled me into her. I rested my head on her shoulder.
“Just a moment,” she said.
She pushed me forward for a second, then pulled me back again and I felt her bare nipples against my back. She held her bra out so that I could see she’d removed it. She dropped it onto the bed next to me.
Her tits were so soft as she pulled me back into them. I’d been convinced they were fake but now I wasn’t so sure. I savored the feel of this goddess at my back as I watched the naked romp on the screen in front of me.
Then Isabelle’s face was on my shoulder as she leaned forward to watch it with me.
“You have a pretty penis,” she said.
“Everything about you is pretty,” I replied.
She reached around my lap and touched my balls, sliding her fingernails under them.
My ass clenched as I lifted a little off the bed. My heart raced. She moved her hand to my cock, lightly running her fingers over it, as
if learning everything about it by touch. She played with the vein at its underbelly, ran her thumb along the top of it, and then paused at my head, clinching two fingers at its base and then moving them over it in a circular motion.
I was so fucking sensitive I thought I might scream as she kept brushing her hand over the head of my dick. My nerves were on fire.
