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Last call for the Chilean.. 144

Chilean, I had never done, maybe it’s time to try? But it looks a little less easy than expected… I will have to be patient…

Chilean, hot ? Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash

Remember Sebastian, my Tinder match? The first night my libido kicked in, I thought I was going to sleep with him, but then the alcohol decided otherwise.
The night I played doctor, it was me this time who pushed back his advances.

I had almost forgotten about this potential one-night stand. Sebastian is not bad, dark-haired with dark eyes, a charming smile and laughing eyes, but he is not very tall… Ok, he is short, much shorter than me. So he’s not really my type. So, no regrets if it doesn’t happen…

Until…

One morning, I go to work quietly. Working in a hotel to do the rooms in the morning, it’s not the job of the century, but a penny is a penny.
Anyway, when I get there, I look at the room assignment sheets, and I see Seb… Ok, I don’t know this girl, another new one. She’s not on my team, so much the better.

But as I walk into our little room, who do I see? Sebastian! He gives me a warm hug. He has his little naughty smile. I’m almost ashamed, I’m sweating after my ten minutes of cycling to come, I don’t have my hair done and I’m wearing this horrible uniform. In short, I’m really not at the top of my beauty.

He doesn’t seem to care. On the contrary, he is tactile, and warm.

The little Chilean is talkative, and he already tells me that he leaves the city to join Perth at the beginning of the following week. It is Thursday, he leaves on Monday. An idea springs up in my mind…

We are not in the same team, so we separate. But every time we meet, he takes the opportunity to talk to me, to massage my shoulders, in short to flirt a little…

I don’t meet him anymore towards the end…

A Chilean… I never did…

Hum, after this little interview, between my desire to have a man between my thighs and his more than promising massages, I say to myself that it is maybe time to provoke the destiny with Sebastian…

So I send him a little bottle to the sea via Instagram… Which he receives with warmth. The appointment is agreed, after my job as a waitress, tonight at 10pm, we meet on the beach, to … test the Franco-Chilean compatibility…

After several round-trips a little confused, we end up at his place. He lives literally at 3 minutes of my hostel, and I have time to shower and to make me beautiful before joining him.

Uh… I thought that the Chilean was hotter…

I arrive on his terrace, he sips a beer while waiting for me, he offers me one and I accept. He is talkative, we discuss happily. He shares his room and even his bed with his roommate, he promises me that nothing ever happened, I have doubts. In short, we do not have all the night, she returns towards 1am.

Well, if we do not have all the night, as well to go there now, not?

The Chilean does not seem of this opinion, he continues to serve us beers, to smoke a little, cigarettes and joint. I want him, his caramel skin. Then, my glance becomes more insistent, my gestures become slower, more sensual… or at least, I try to give them this effect.

No reaction, he talks to me like a friend, like an old friend even. He was more flirtatious this morning at work than he is right now… I bite my lip in frustration. Come on, Sebastian… Let’s go now!

I put my legs on his, and I look him in the eyes. This time, he understands the message. He proposes me to join his room…

Finally, the Chilean, it is hot…

Finally in his room, the atmosphere changes completely… He puts on a little sexy music, then he starts to kiss me with passion.

His kiss is perfect, you know the kind of kiss that turns you on in no time. His hands grab my skin, his lips start to caress my neck. I think it’s one of my most erogenous zones, I love it. Oh yes, I shiver.

He is so sensual, I lose the word, we taste each other, the kisses, the bites, the caresses, we want each other and it is more than clear. My tank top flies off, followed by his shirt. His chest is rather muscular, without hair, he has just a tiny bun, he is sexy.

His expert fingers remove my bra, and unzip my skirt. He contemplates my semi-nudity, my small round breasts, and my belly. And he starts to devour them, to lick them, to nibble them. And his mouth moves lower. I settle down for my small session of intimate massage.

But the young man uses only very little of his tongue. If his fingers prove to be agile, his tongue is lazy and the pleasure has difficulty to rise. Come on, I pull him towards me, I am cooling down, warm me up with your kiss.

An almost perfect match…

My actions push him back to my lips, and his kiss awakens my hormones within seconds. He presses his body against mine. Through our underwear, we rub the fruits of our desires… and my pleasure is already starting to awaken.

He jumps up to get a condom, then with delicacy, he gets rid of my thong. He puts on the little rubber ring and finally comes inside me.

The continuation is so sensual, our bodies answer each other, cling, bite each other. His body is almost as hot as mine. We stay for a long time, he on me, he contemplates me, he eats me, and he prints a slow rhythm then faster.

Eventually I get the better of him. And whereas I ride him, my orgasm comes, and I tremble, his excitation redoubles and in his turn, he trembles of pleasure. I slump on him, and we cuddle gently…

A Chilean welcome?

We cuddle, I pass my fingers on his chest. I enjoy this post-coital tenderness that I cherish. His body smells good, and he is so warm, I wrap my legs around him.

Our tongues are loosened, we discuss his new life in Perth, and my old one.

After a few minutes of cuddling, I feel him a bit elsewhere, a bit tense. I almost feel that he would like me to leave. He turns his head towards me.

His smile seems almost fake. And he asks me a funny question. “What do you want to do now?”. Uh, I don’t know, just enjoy the warmth of our bodies and see if we can rekindle the excitement. What a funny question! I almost want to leave, but my apricot doesn’t hear it that way.

He finally adds, “Do you want a second round?”. Haha, my god, but the little Chilean doesn’t read between the lines, probably! Of course I want a second round!

For only answer, I kiss him with intensity. I think he understood the message.

Bad girl.

To begin with, I start to take care of him. And my expert lips and tongue do not leave him unmoved. He almost comments. His excitement goes up another notch.

Yes, this second round is just as sensual. Our bodies find the same pleasure to rub each other, to interlock, to merge…

The positions become a little less wise, and the pleasure of the young man comes a little faster than the first time. At the moment when I feel his pleasure coming, my fingers activate on my little magic button, and the orgasm electrifies my whole body.

Our bodies exhausted with desire relax and we almost fall asleep on top of each other. Lazy, our burning carcasses must separate. It’s almost 1am, and his roommate will be back soon…

Before our skins come off, he tells me in my ear that he didn’t think I was a bad girl like that… Thanks to my so wise little face!

A last embrace, a last kiss that makes us almost tip over to a new crossing of pleasure, and we get dressed. Last drink and last cigarette outside… It’s time to go back.

Epilogue

One last time…

After this first appointment, I wanted to see Sebastian again at least once before his departure. I had 4 days. The next day, I work with him at the hotel. I want to make love to him in one of the rooms, but he is concentrated, professional (well, not meticulous… but it is another story…). I try everything, but he is in a hurry, he wants to finish quickly. No sex, in this morning. I would try something else… A good lover like that, it does not run in the streets, so I might as well take advantage of it.

My periods and his busy schedule will decide otherwise. Too bad. On Monday, he leaves…

Second chance

Except that the covid arrives in Brisbane, and he comes back. When I understand it, I rub my hands together… and I send him a message, excited as a fire…

No answer right away, then in the morning, he’s in my work team… Hm… what if we do something stupid?

Literally, I sexually harass him during the four hours of work. He laughs, he flirts sometimes, but most of the time he’s distant. What the hell is his problem?

He leaves on his scooter and promises me a drink one night of the week… But my little kitten, it’s not a drink I want… It’s you !

Finally, the rain is good…

And then, it starts to rain, a beautiful rotten weather, it is almost fresh… Almost…

Miracle, the rain brings a small message from my Chilean. “Isn’t it the perfect weather for an escape of passion ? What to answer to that, except… “Yes”.

That’s all it takes. The second meeting is absolutely identical to the first one. The Chilean is friendly, almost cold, well not sexually oriented at first. And once the door of the room is closed, the ember takes in an instant.

This second time, these two rounds, are exactly like the first time.

Yes, Sebastian is the perfect sex friend. He’s not handsome and interesting enough for me to fall in love with, he’s too distant to fall in love with, but in bed he’s almost as tasty as a certain chocolate cake…

But a cookie is still a cookie…

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