by Day, Talia
“You have not been here long?” His voice was heavily accented and deep. “I remember when I first came here, I struggled like you.”
The waitress walked back by and the man spoke in what sounded to me like impeccable Spanish. Clearly if he was as bad as me when he came, he’d improved greatly. I observed him as his attention was with the waitress. He was an attractive man, much older than me, but very much the kind of ruggedly handsome face that every woman appreciated. His jawline was strong and his eyes were the sort of light blue that seemed impossible. When he turned to face me again I felt my face grow flush as I put on an awkward smile.
“Where are you from?” He cocked his head slightly and smiled.
“Arizona.” I smiled, suddenly feeling the need to explain just how hard I’ve had it. “I have to say, it is a complete relief to find this place. I’ve been on the road coming from San Carlos for two days. It has been scary, there is so much poverty and trash that I didn’t even feel safe enough to stop anywhere. I slept at a gas station one night, and haven’t had a shower in two days. I honestly came here with the intention of finding the internet to let my family know I’m coming home.”
“I can tell… About the shower,” he said as he waved his hand in front of his nose and smiled.
“Are you traveling alone?” He asked in a surprised tone. “That is very brave! You can’t give up yet though sweetheart, and you can’t compare between America and Mexico. You can only compare parts of Mexico to Mexico. Some are better than others, but all are going to seem worse than what you are used to.”
“I am from Quebec, and I did the same thing as you fourteen years ago. I went from Canada to Alaska and then down the coast all the way into Panama. But something about this place,” his hands waved as if to include all of the city, “is magical and it calls to me.”
I couldn’t believe that he’d done the same crazy thing as me, or that fourteen years had passed and here he was speaking beautiful Spanish in a gorgeous colonial city.
We spoke about our travels, and he was absolutely thrilled to hear about my van. He had also taken a Volkswagen, though he had the much more expensive Westfalia. I explained how I’d only been able to afford the van and had torn out everything inside and made a nice enough bed.
“I tell you what…” He paused, his eyes flickering towards the ceiling as he realized we hadn’t exchanged names.
“Katherine,” I chirped brightly and held my hand out.
“A beautiful name, Katherine. Mine is Daniel.” He accentuated the i in his name, somehow making the name infinitely more sexy. “I tell you what, it would be a pleasure for me if you wanted to stay at my place for a few days and relax.”
I didn’t know what to think, his invitation was utterly kind, but in a way it scared me. Why was this stranger inviting me into his home, should I be worried? My mother’s voice played through my head, she’d read me several articles about women who were kidnapped and sold as sex slaves. She’d tried to terrify me out of taking the trip.
“Oh gosh, I am not sure. I wouldn’t want to put you out.” I replied, trying not to offend his kindness.
“No, it is no problem. I am going to give you my address, if you want to come, just come. If not, then at least let me buy you breakfast.” He reached into his pocket and scribbled an address onto a napkin. Putting down a bill that covered my own meal he turned towards me and smiled. “It has been a pleasure to meet you, and may your travels be kind.” He reached for my hand and gave it a light kiss.
I felt myself blushing as I watched him walk away. I finished my breakfast and pulled my laptop from the bag beside me. I wasn’t crazy, but I wasn’t entirely naïve either. I plugged in his address and his name in Google. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor as I saw the photos of the home that he resided in. Not only was it in a gated golf course community, it had eight bedrooms, vaulted stone ceilings, fountains, and balconies with views of both the city and of the lake. The last real estate listing had the home priced at a value of over eight hundred thousand dollars.
I had always been overly cautious, but seeing the place definitely made me reconsider his offer. If he had that kind money, he probably wasn’t interested in trying to kidnap me for ransom. I laughed out loud as I thought about my mother’s warnings.
By mid afternoon when I realized that every campground I’d tried was either closed or full, I decided that fate had led me to Daniel. I pulled the little note from my pocket and followed the directions. I pulled up to the gate and told the guard who I’d come to see. His hands were animated as he spoke, for which I was thankful as I had no idea what he was actually saying. I followed his gestures and as his red VW Westfalia came into view I gawked, in awe of the huge house that dwarfed it.
I pulled in and gave myself a look in the mirror. I looked like I’d spent two days in a van, and no amount of combing or primping would fix that. I shrugged my shoulders and got out, walking up to the gated entryway. I could see a man through the glass, and I waved as I knocked. It wasn’t Daniel, it was a Mexican named Diego who was cleaning. He held a finger out to me and closed the door. Fidgeting nervously I waited until the door finally opened and Daniel invited me in with an inviting smile.
“Come in come in!” He called to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and showing me the room I could stay in, and the bathroom, which he emphasized for the wonderful shower.
After introducing me to Diego, he took me on a tour of the rest of the house. There where balconies facing every direction, fireplaces in six rooms, a hot tub, and even a waterfall in the kitchen.
“This last one is my room,” he said as we climbed the last flight of stairs.
The stairs simply climbed until we were inside of his room, and from here you could see in every direction as huge windows framed the octagonal space. The bed was in the center of the room and lush succulents gave the room a beautiful color and feeling of life. With the flick of a switch Daniel showed me that the roof was retractable. A large window now allowed a ray of light to fall directly onto the red satin bedspread.
“I designed this house, and the furniture as well.”
“You’re kidding! Everything is absolutely gorgeous.”
Daniel told me that he built houses for a living. It was a hobby now that he’d gotten older. He’d made a fortune when he was working full time in Quebec and thought about retiring but had preferred to keep himself busy. He also enjoyed making junk into treasures, and as I took a better look at the desks and lamps I realized exactly what he’d meant. Everything from the bed frame to the doors was refurbished and recycled junk. It was beautiful what’d he’d put together and I couldn’t imagine how anyone had such an artistic mind.
“You like that?” He asked as my eyes fell on a strange birdcage on the mantle of his fireplace.
I was quiet for a moment, trying to process the significance of the tiny figurine that was caged. My mother’s warning replayed once more in my head, this time mocking me for my stupidity.
“It’s a piece that a friend of mine gave me. You see, the doll represents the indigenous people here. They were made slaves, and the tiny teabags hanging around him represent the tea that they were forced to harvest.”
I relaxed as he explained. It made sense--though I knew nothing much about the slavery here in Mexico or Central America.
“I prefer your work to his, but it is unique,” I replied softly.
“I am going today actually, to the country to look for some pieces for a table that I am working on. I actually need to get ready now, so I will leave you to enjoy yourself. I should be back at six and would love to cook you dinner.”
I blushed bright red and graciously accepted his offer.
“You like wine?”
I nodded eagerly. I had a taste for red wine, although back home I’d never been able to have more than a sip. In Mexico, the legal age to drink was nineteen, something I hadn’t given much thought until that moment.
“Get a shower,” he smiled “I�
��ll see you tonight.”
“I think I’ll go for a run before I clean up, I’ve been so cooped up in the van, it would be great to get some exercise.”
Daniel handed me a key from his ring and pointed me towards a trail that skirted the golf course. It was at least an hour later when I got back and Daniel’s car was gone. I got my things from the van and as I opened the door to the house. I was surprised to hear light music playing. The waterfall had been turned on, and as I went towards my bathroom I had a wave of nervousness wash over me.
Something about being alone in such a big house scared me. It was eerie having the soft background noise that could easily hide someone who was lurking. I knew I watched too many true crime series, but he did have that creepy doll cage in his room. I knew I was being crazy, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a valid concern. It wouldn’t hurt to just walk through the house one more time and have a look around, make sure the place was locked up and that it really was empty.
My first mistake was reading into the burned DVD on his countertop. It said simply “Cindy” and that in and of itself made me even more paranoid. Was it a video of the last traveler he’d met? This was a town known for tourism and what a perfect place for picking up desperate or overly trusting travelers. No one around, no family or friends close by. It was ridiculous, but now I felt the need to do more than just walk through, I felt like I should just glance around in the closets and drawers a little.
I started downstairs and everything checked out. The kitchen was just a normal kitchen, the bathroom empty but for some soap and cleaning supplies. The drawers in the living room table seemed filled with the usual clutter. It was nothing to spark any concern, but still I went on. The house was relatively empty, for a man that lived alone, it made sense that he’d have a lot of unused space in a house this size.
I had nearly convinced myself when I’d reached the steps up to his room, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. Perhaps I wasn’t as worried now, but somehow I wanted to look in his drawers anyhow. Who was this gorgeous, wealthy, and generous stranger?
I crept slowly up the stairs and called out his name. There was no reply. As I entered the room for the second time I was, again, overwhelmed by the beauty of the view. If he wasn’t going to murder me, perhaps he would marry me. I knew I was being silly, but it wasn’t every day that a woman found herself being noticed by a man like Daniel.
I walked towards the beautiful wooden armoire and stood there in front of it. Was I really going to do this? It was bad enough that I had went through the rest of the house, but this…invade the privacy of his own bedroom? My hands dropped from the knobs and I spun on my heels and retreated to the room he’d given me.
As I showered the only thing I could think of was how guilty I felt. It was stupid of me to have violated his trust. Now all I could do was pray that he didn’t have security cameras watching the house. I scolded myself for my actions.
‘Lessons aren’t learned without mistakes.’ I remind myself of one of my grandmother’s favorite sayings.
That night when Daniel returned he was as handsome and I’d remembered him. He gave me a warm hug and complimented me on how much better I smelled.
“Thank you for noticing,” I replied sarcastically.
He poured us each a glass of wine and as we got to know one another, it turned out we had a great deal in common. He was older than me, but young at heart, and the gap in age seemed insignificant by the second glass of wine.
I had joined him in the kitchen as he prepped a vegetarian meal to suit my tastes. When he asked me to prepare the bread I was eager to assist him, it was over the top him going so far out of his way for me already. I was facing a huge window that stretched the length of the entire kitchen wall and flickered with the distant glow of the city.
“It is absolutely beautiful at night,” I told him, staring into the distance.
I shuddered with sweet anxiety as I felt him step close to me, his arms slowly finding their way to my hips.
“I would have to agree,” he purred, his lips close to my ears now, “but not nearly as beautiful as you.”
His hands pulled my hips back towards him and I felt his rock hard shaft pulse as it pressed into the crevice of my ass cheeks. The next few moments were like a whirlwind. In one moment his body is pressed against me from behind, in the next he has lifted me and placed me onto the cold granite countertop. His hands dove between my thighs and my body lit up with erotic pleasure.
It wasn’t until he made me call him daddy that I began to feel in a little over my head. The wine buzz had helped, at least to the point where I didn’t feel entirely ashamed, but now he was between my thighs and sucking on the one spot I’d never even let anyone see. I couldn’t watch, and with the pleasure of his tongue, I could barely even think.
“I think I’m going to make you cum on my face”
A shiver ran down my spine as Daniel reached up and pulled my hair from behind me. He pulled hard enough to make my back arch, the sensation wildly erotic. I let out a pleasured cry. As his tongue continued to swirl and suck on my swollen pink clit I felt his fingers slide in to my slit. He was rougher now than before and he tugged against the sensitive inner walls of my eager young pussy.
“You are so damned tight, when was the last time you were fucked Kat?” I could feel his eyes on me, but his grip never loosened and my head was pinned back. I knew he was enjoying his view of my supple young flesh.
“I haven’t been,” I said quietly, embarrassed by the words as I spoke them.
“You’re kidding me! A body like this, a lust for life, and yet the body of an innocent?” Daniel let out a guttural moan as his fingers began picking up rhythm now.
“So what about this baby girl, is this too much?” Daniel stood up and held my face to his, staring me right in the eye as his strong fingers worked me harder.
I could feel the slickness of my pussy. I’d never felt myself so wet, practically dripping even. The force of his fingers was hard, rough even, but somehow the pain was shrouded in pleasure beyond all else. I shook my head in defiance. It wasn’t too much for me. I could handle him rough.
“Mm-mmm. I’m going to break you.” He threatened fiercely as his fingers plunged deeper than before.
Lifting me he flicked the burner to the stove off and brought me into the living room. He flipped me upside down, throwing my legs over the back of the couch and pulling my head off the edge as his lips dove back down and onto my desperate pink mound. I could feel the pressure of his swollen cock against my face and I desperately wanted to suck on him. To give back the pleasure he was giving me.
I reached for his pants and tugged, pulling them over his hips and exposing his hard dick just inches from my eager mouth.
“I want to taste you big daddy.” I pleaded seductively, emphasizing just how big he really was.
I had heard about the typical guy from my friends, but Daniel’s cock seemed like it was much bigger than what they had described as typical. They’d told me that most guys were about six inches and you could reach around them just making a circle out of your thumb and pointer finger. I reached forward and gripped his cock in my hand, my fingers weren’t anywhere close to reaching my thumb.
I hadn’t considered just how hard it would be to suck a dick like his until he pressed it to my lips and I felt them stretching around him just to take the tip. I swirled my tongue on the tip and pulled back.
“I don’t know if I can do this, it’s so much bigger than I thought they were.” I said fearfully.
Daniel slowly sucked my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me as he stretch the skin. When my clit popped free of him I let out a whimper.
“I’ve always been told my dick is much bigger than average, but I know how to work with it. I’ll make sure you’re good and ready before we try anything you’re not comfortable with.” He chucked devilishly as his hands gripped my ass and pulled my cheeks apart.
His lips dove back down and his tongue d
ove into the wet slit between my thighs. His tongue was stiff as he slowly drove it in and out of my pussy. Every touch on his part seemed so skilled and so hot. I knew I wanted to please him, and even though I was no expert, I was damn sure going to make an effort.
I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide and slid the tip of his dick into my mouth. My lips stretched painfully around him, but as I worked his cock with my tongue he began to let out moans of pleasure. I could feel his hips slowly begin to rock and my body wanted to comply and take him deeper. I opened wide and pushed myself forward, letting out a desperate moan as his fingers plunged back into my pussy and his palm slapped against my clit.
His hips rocked harder as his fingers seemed to fall into the same desperate rhythm. I was being pummeled in two holes, and I loved it. I let out a whimper as his cock slid farther down and pressed at the back of my throat. I thought that was as far as things would go, and I felt proud of myself as I heard his breathing so rugged and urgent.
