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(Note: If you’re curious, there’s a selfie she took that same night in the Airbnb building, wearing the exact outfit she used to greet him. It’s up on my profile. ?)
We traveled just for one night. A quick trip to Mexico City for a boring government errand. No time for fun. Just paperwork and sleep. But she wore her black lingerie.
When I asked, she just smiled and said, “You never know, baby… maybe we find someone to play with.”
We got to the Airbnb around 3pm. A cozy, stylish place in Condesa. The host showed up in person to hand us the keys. A man in his early 50s, fit, polite, graying hair. Clearly not expecting what he walked into.
She greeted him in her oversized hoodie, no bra, no shame. Legs bare. That knowing smile she wears when she’s hunting. As you may have read in my past posts, she likes older men.
She asked him a bunch of fake questions about the area. Leaned against the counter in ways that let the hoodie rise just enough. He laughed nervously but said he had to run, his wife was waiting.
She let him go. But she wasn’t done.
Around 10pm, she told me she had messaged him again. Claimed the heater wasn’t working and asked if he could stop by. I already knew what she had in mind.
When he knocked, she opened the door in nothing but black garters, a thong, and stockings.
He stammered. Tried to look away. Said, “Señorita, I can’t. I’m married.” She walked up to him, knelt slowly, looked up at him with that wicked little smile and said, “Then I’ll just do all the work.”
And she did.
From the couch, I watched as she undid his belt like she was unwrapping a gift. She didn’t ask permission. She didn’t need to. He stopped protesting around the third stroke of her tongue.
Soon she was bent over the edge of the bed, garters stretched, ass in the air, moaning for a man we’d met just hours before. I stayed in my place, quietly stroking myself. I didn’t want to interrupt. I was the lucky witness.
She came twice. He came once, deep inside her. He whispered “Dios mío…” as he pulled out. She kissed him softly and said, “Now go before your wife notices you’re smiling too much.” He left without saying a word to me.
The next morning, it was his wife who came to collect the keys. Completely unaware, sweet as can be. She smiled and said we were “such a lovely couple”, thanked us for being so polite, and added that her husband was “in such a good mood last night”, they’d definitely leave us a 5-star review.