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This might read more like a tour guide and history lesson. Sorry. But still has sex…..

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On Friday July 1 after classes I went home to pack. I was not watching the kids but it was ok Helen had taken the day off. They had a long weekend with her dad in town and doing kid stuff and parades and fireworks as a family, and Alex was grilling steaks, burgers and dogs those days. I was happy for them to have some good family time.

Prof and I had a flight to Mexico City on AeroMexico. Only my 3rd ever plane trip. I was excited. So of course I wore a skirt and no panties. I was so enthralled to be on his arm, my handsome older man. This was a family trip but it felt like a bit of a whore trip to me. We had spent the night together a few times, but this was gonna be four nights together in a foreign city and a hotel. Those things get me worked up. I was ready for a lot of sex and planning to expand our repertoire. And I got even more excited when I found out we were in first class. Now I felt like a high class whore. He said he had a lot of travel miles and had not used any over pandemic. His flights to Spain were paid by the universities he visited but he got the miles. So he splurged on first class.

As we drove to the airport I pulled my skirt up in the passenger seat showing him my bare pussy – Helen and I had gone for a wax the day before and I wanted to surprise him. He said “Oh wow…..” Just enough to make him think about it the entire trip. On the plane after we were airborne I asked for a blanket. It was chilly. But I also took his hand and put it under. He took the opportunity and moved his hand over. I spread my legs and he stroked my pussy and fingered me, rubbing my clit and slit and then dipping into my cunt over and over. I was dripping wet and had a mini orgasm biting my lip. My legs quaked and I grabbed his hand to stop him so I didn’t scream. I was so distracted and he was mesmerized so we did not notice the flight attendant approaching. She startled us and he froze with his finger buried in me. She gave a sly smile and took our drink order. We composed ourselves after that. When she came back with the drinks she said “Honeymoon?” We laughed. I said “Uhhhh. No. But our first trip together.” She said “Well you are a beautiful couple. Have fun.” and winked at me.

We landed and once we got through customs and got our bags and got to the hotel it was late. Daddy and Christie were already there and checked in. They came to our room and I grabbed a sweater before he headed out for a late dinner. We were staying at the Marquis Reforma. It was a very nice hotel on Paseo de Reforma. Professor educated us at dinner about it. The grand thoroughfare in the city ran from what used to be the emperor’s palace (Chapultepec Castle ) to the seat of government (The National Palace) and was designed like a European boulevard. In all my years visiting Mexico City I had never seen this part of town. Mom insisted on staying with relatives to maximize our time with family. So we all the time stayed in their small cramped apartments in and around the Tlatelolco neighborhood a few miles north of here. I was now familiar with that area as I had written a paper about the massacre of 1968 that took place there. Over 300 civilians (mostly students) were killed there protesting the upcoming Olympics and some were at least distant relatives of mine. This was only a few miles away but very different. It had gigantic skyscrapers now and fountains and monuments. We ate on a terrace overlooking the Reforma. It was cool which is why I got the sweater. Temps in Mexico City rarely go above the 80s and at night even in the summer fall into the 50s. But it felt amazing – a respite from the sweltering heat in Texas right now.

During dinner we all chatted and daddy showed pictures of the place they had marked for Mom en route to Mexico City. They had consulted with the local police and after searching the records the police chief took daddy and Christie out to the location of the crash. He said there was nothing there really. Empty and barren land. He had brought a decorated wooden cross with her name and dates and a mallet so he could put it in the ground by the road. And a wreath of fake flowers so it would last. The pictures were very touching and the chief took one with daddy and Christie beside it. We had a great dinner and conversation. It was very casual. Daddy and prof were like best buddies. They seemingly could talk about anything. Poker even came up and daddy said he had taught me to play. Prof was impressed and said it was a hobby of his at times which I was aware of. They talked about big wins and bad losses. Christie and I excused ourselves to the bathroom. In there she said “I can see why you like him so much, just like your daddy, but younger.” I don’t know if she meant to imply anything more but I could take that many methods. Was she attracted to him too? Did she mean she knew I had a thing for my daddy? Or what? I let it go just saying “They really seem to hit it off don’t they.”

After dinner we went to walk along the Reforma. Professor had chosen the hotel but I was unaware of the areas significance. We had walked only a couple of blocks when daddy stopped and said “Come here E. See the hotel here? This is where I met your mother. The Sheraton Maria Isabel. I always teased her that it was her hotel.” My mothers name was Maria (not Maria Isabel though). I asked Prof if he knew this when he booked the hotel so near. He said no it had been just a coincidence. Daddy continued “She rode the Metro down from Tlatelolco. We would often sit right here on the benches in the park and we went to a taqueria down there. It may be gone now. The monument is The Angel of Independence. It always reminded me that I was meeting my angel when I got near.” I had tears in my eyes. I was not expecting this emotional moment. I hugged daddy and then Prof held me. We walked into the hotel. He said it was redesigned of course but much the same. He said when she worked he often saw her at the reception desk and she would all the time catch his eye. Christie and Prof were very respectful knowing it was a moment for me and daddy. We walked back and he said the discos and hotspots were nearby a few blocks away as well. That was where Mom let her wild side go once she had some freedom outside the home. Work let her have an excuse to be away at night – partying and sleeping with guys apparently. Like mother, like daughter.

We got back to the hotel and I wanted one thing. Christie and daddy got off on a lower floor and she gave me a wink. In the elevator prof asked if I was ok. I said “Yes. Wonderful. Being here makes me feel closer to her.” I turned and kissed him deeply letting him know how turned on I was still. In the room we undressed and I got in bed nude waiting for him. We had a suite with a spectacular view of the city so I left the windows open. He kissed me and said “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” He kissed his way down my body and straight to my pussy. I laid back and closed my eyes letting him have his way with me. He first kissed all around my pubic area, down each side softly kissing my labia, followed by soft licks around my vagina and over my clit. I was gaping wet and ready to be eaten. He next placed his tongue flatly at the base of my pussy barely touching it softly and moved his head as his tongue lathered my entire pussy from base to tip. He repeated this with increasing pressure on each pass until he was burying his face in it, his tongue still enveloping my entire womanhood. He even went lower on a few passes and gave a quick lick to my ass. The first time he had ever given it attention. I moaned. Then he slipped two fingers in my cunt and applied pressure downward opening me as he kept lathering me with his tongue over and over, fucking me with his fingers. Then he moved to my engorged clit and made a tight O with his mouth and proceeded to suck my tender clit into his mouth. I was on the verge of exploding anyway and after just a minute the sucking pressure on my clit sent me over the top screaming out “Fuck yes…. Oh My God” as I writhed and bucked against his face. I had an earth shattering orgasm and sat bolt upright, grabbing his face and kissing him and saying “Jesus Christ…where did you learn that?” He laughed and said “Well not from him (implying Jesus).” I said “That was incredible… you never did that before, what was it?” He said “I’ve been wanting to please you more. So I googled it. That was a technique from the Bad Girl’s Bible it was called How to Eat Pussy Like a God.” I said “Well it fucking worked…Jesus. You better fuck me now I am so ready.”

He moved up and entered me with his rigid cock. I said “God yes….Fuck me baby. Oh My God that was so good….. You learned that for me?” He said “Mmmm hmmm I wanted to be as good for you as you are for me.” This man is eager to learn for me, I hope he is eager to explore too. It was about time to begin opening up more sexually. I was also thinking damn I gotta try that on Lexi too but I wasn’t going to say it. He pounded me and I stroked his chest and looked in his eyes. After several minutes I said “I have to taste you too…fuck my throat ok.” He pulled out and I turned hanging my head over the bed. He got the picture and stood beside the bed. I opened wide and he pushed his cock partway in. I let him fuck my mouth gently for a minute but it was time to display my skill and willingness to take it all. I reached around grabbing his ass cheeks and looked up at him. I pulled him forward and imitated the yawn that opened my throat as I pulled him in. I had deep throated Alex so this was no issue and he sunk to his balls resting on my nose. I held him there letting him feel my throat enveloping him and then took his hand and placed it on my throat. He squeezed slightly and withdrew and then thrust back in saying “Oh My God” as he felt his cock filling my throat. He said “Are you ok like that?” I responded by grabbing his ass and pulling him all the way in again. He got the gist and started throat fucking me. He reached out grabbing my tits and thrust into my mouth. After several thrust he pulled out saying “I want to bend you over and finish inside you.” I went to the chaise lounge and bent over kneeling on it presenting my ass to him. He entered me and thrust to the hilt causing me to gasp. Then he proceeded to fuck me hard grabbing my hips until he came deep inside me. We got in bed and I kissed him repeatedly and thanked him. “For what?” he asked. I said “for bringing me here, for this room, for your talented tongue, your cock, your cum, all of it.” He laughed and said “Thank you too…. for being you.” We fell asleep with the gentle sounds of the city and the lights pouring in. It was better than Houston and Urban Cowboy.

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I woke at 7:30am and prof was gone. Damn him. Where was my morning wood. He better be getting me some coffee at least. I went pee and then eyed the oversized tub. That sounded nice. I ran a tub and climbed in. After a few minutes of soaking, professor came back to the room. I said “Hey in here.” He came in and said “Oh wow. Looks nice.” He did bring me coffee and handed me a cup. He had gone for a short run and then got coffee. I said “Hop in, I’ll wash you up.” He said “I can wash myself you know.” I said “Where is the fun in that?” He said “True but do we have time?” I said “You won’t last 5 minutes I promise.” He laughed and said “Ok.” He stripped and got in. I lathered him up and rinsed him and then said “Ok sit on the edge and give me what I want.” I started sucking his cock and licking and swirling the head for a minute. Then I gave him the triple threat of sucking the head, stroking the shaft and cradling the balls with my other hand. He came in no time filling my mouth with his warm creamy load. I said “Mmmmmm” and held it there, then released him and drank it down with some coffee. “Love that, best way to start the day” I said. He said “Do you ever get tired of hearing how amazing you are?” I said “Nope, never….say it again.” He kissed me and said “You’re amazing.”

We were meeting Daddy and Christie at 9am for breakfast and we were right on time. I hoped she gave daddy a good begin to his day also. After a quick light breakfast we headed up to Tlatelolco by taxi. We were meeting the family after lunch. So we had some time to explore. Professor showed us the Plaza de las Tres Culturas that has ruins from the ancient city state of Tlatelolco dating from the 1300s (Aztec and Tlatelolco) as well as the first school in the western hemisphere School of Santa Cruz established during Spanish colonial rule in the 1500s and structures from the Mexican independence period that once housed government offices. I had seen all of these before but as a child they were just old buildings to me. I had no appreciation of the historical significance. Besides the massacre in 1968 the area was also hit hard by the earthquake of 1985 which killed hundreds and destroyed many buildings. There are many apartment buildings throughout the neighborhood and several parks and other monuments including the Monumento por la Paz which is dedicated to the indigenous peoples of the Americas. There is also a plaque commemorating the final battle of Cortes’ Spaniard conqueors over the Aztecs which killed 40,000 here and next to it another for the massacre of 1968. And there are a couple of theaters for performing arts. It is just so full of culture and history, good and bad. I was thrilled to see my moms neighborhood in a different light as an adult.

We had an early lunch in a nearby authentic mexican neighborhood restaurant and cantina. After lunch we headed to my grandparents apartment. They have lived in the same apartment since 1982. Mi abuelo is now 63 and mi abuela is 62. We got a warm welcome and sat around talking and catching up. The youngest sibling, my aunt (28 who I had asked for recipes) from a small town in the Yucatan was there. It was a further trip from there than from San Antonio. She had flown from the airport in Merida (where professor is from) with her husband and two children aged 5 boy and 7 girl. I had no idea anyone was coming to see us. They flew in last night also. Many still live in and around Mexico City but not all of them of course. As none of the siblings lived in the apartment any more so they were staying with them. I found out from mi abuela that my aunt was the first girl in the family to graduate school. In fact only 2 other male siblings had gone to school. And I was gonna be the first grandchild to finish when I graduated. Only one other was in school and two more were starting in the fall. Mi abuelo had worked in steel manufacturing in and around the north side of the city since 1975 at the age of 16. He was planning to retire after 50 years in 2025.

My grandparents previously had a 1 bedroom apartment in 1977 when they got married and stayed there until the 3rd child came along. They had 11 children total living in this 3 bedroom apartment with 2 bathrooms. My mother said there were mattresses in the halls that some kids slept on and others on the couches. Only 6 or 7 could eat at one time at the table. The younger kids got the bedrooms 3 to a room usually and the youngest slept in the parents room. I can’t imagine. By the time we visited as a young child, Mom said 2 or 3 other siblings had moved out. But it was still crowded and we usually stayed at her older brothers place nearby. It was only 2 bedrooms and they gave up their kids room (3 together) and I shared that bedroom with my parents. Her younger sister was the next to have a kid after mom, she was only 16 when she got pregnant. Apparently the warnings of her older sister were for naught. Her older brother then had the next child. So those cousins were now 21 and 20 respectively and the 21 year old had 2 kids of her own. Great grandchildren that were 3 and 1. Altogether her 10 siblings had 34 children making 35 grandchildren and I was the oldest. The youngest is 3. One grandchild had died as a newborn within a month due to sepsis contracted at a dirty hospital facility. Grandma said she never trusted those hospitals or doctors, she gave birth to all of her kids at home with a midwife from the neighborhood. I asked mi abuela if she could name all 35 grandchildren and she rolled her eyes and exclaimed “Oh goodness no I don’t think so. I have to see them with their parents to know that’s how I remember them. Or when they visit in smaller groups.” She was a very proud grandma who had cooked and kept house all those years while doing sewing jobs on the side making and repairing clothes for her family and friends and neighbors mostly for favors and small amounts of money.

The family there seemed impressed with professor and his knowledge of the history of the area and just how polite and respectful he was. My grandmother asked me in private if he wasn’t too old for me. He was older than most of her children I realized. I assured her he was not. She patted my hand and said “He is a lot like your father, and you are just like your mother falling for an older educated gentleman.” She wasn’t disapproving, just observing I think. I’m not sure they knew what to make of Christie though. A red headed Irish American bartender with tats and pierces although I noticed she took care to be respectful and covered most of her artwork that she could. But she is all the time sweet and easy to talk to although limited to English and a lot of Spanish was being spoken. We hung around all afternoon and there was to be a family dinner that night. dad showed them pictures of the cross and flowers for Mom and they talked about her passing. They had been disappointed to not get to say goodbye really as the body was taken to the states and with pandemic travel restrictions at the time nobody could attend. But I think it was good healing for all just to see us and talk about her. More relatives showed up and by 6pm about 20 were in the cramped apartment.

I had no idea, but this was a planned family reunion. I think daddy knew but he didn’t mention it. Maybe he wondered it was not gonna be this big. They had decided it was a rare chance to get everyone together. Pandemic and Mom’s death had made them realize you don’t wait. So the entire family was descending on this weekend. All 10 siblings and all the grandchildren were there plus most of the spouses. They had rented a large event space and catered a meal for the occasion. It was an amazing night. I talked to relatives I had not really ever spoken too much. They were all so nice. I all the time felt like they wondered of me as the spoiled one, the American and that they resented me for what happened to mom both in pregnancy and in death. But there was none of that evident. Maybe there was an element of truth to it at one time, I was a teen full of attitude once too. But so much had happened and so much time had passed. That all felt like a lifetime ago. This was my family and I loved them dearly. They might have wondered of me as an outsider but that was probably more my doing. And now I just cherished this more than anything. We drank and ate and danced til midnight when they said we had to shut it down. Throughout the night we got family pictures – each family group, and all 10 livings siblings, and 34 grandchildren together so abuela could have one picture with all of them. The first time we had ever all been together.

I was so elated and flying high. We went back to the hotel and I thanked him for making this happen, it meant so much to me now. We made love and I don’t mean to gloss over it but it was late after a long day so it was just sex, but good passionate sex. He was on top and we kissed passionately as he fucked me long and deep until he came inside me. In the morning I woke about 8:30am to professor looking out the window. I asked what was more interesting than me and he said “Come look.” I looked out the window and saw hundreds of bicycles, rollerbladers and other just walking on the Paseo de Reforma. The streets appeared to be closed off. I quickly googled it and found out that they do this every Sunday closing the Reforma and other streets for cyclists and others on a casual Sunday respite. I excitedly said “Let’s go. Sounds like fun.” We were planning to go to church at noon so we had some free time. I texted Christie and got them on board. We got ready and met downstairs about 30 minutes later. We found a place to rent bikes and took off strolling up the Reforma. We stopped after 30 minutes or so and had coffee at a cafe. There were also some tents selling water and other drinks. We saw an outdoor yoga class as well. We then continued making a big circuit as far as we could.

We got back about 10:30 and fucked in the shower as he bent me over. Then we got ready for church. We went to the Parroquia del Inmaculado Corazón de María (Immaculate Heart of Maria Parish) for noon mass with daddy and Christie. It is a gorgeous old church dating from 1895 and of course contains my mothers name as well. I loved that. It was between our hotel and my grandparents’ apartment. Afterwards, we continued to their apartment. Mi abuela had gone to mass early and then started preparing a meal. Today was to be a home cooked meal for the out of town visitors. So there were about 20 of us. It was wonderful and I could literally smell and taste my mothers cooking in her food of course. We ate so much and then I got to play games with my young cousins. Later we walked the neighborhood gonna the playground of the primary college. I had been here before and it was the same college my mom and all of her siblings attended. I felt such a connection to her here in this neighborhood now that I never appreciated before. My heart was swelling with emotion at all times now. In the evening we said our goodbyes and there were lots of hugs and tears and promises to stay in touch. We went back to the hotel and had a leisurely late dinner before retiring to our rooms. Daddy and Christie would head out on their long drive early in the morning so we said our goodbyes to them as well. It had been an amazing trip already, but professor and I were staying one more day.

We went back to our room. I walked up to him and said “Remember yesterday when you told me I was amazing?” He nodded. I said “Well….you’re amazing too. These two days were really for me and you were so wonderful. Just being there with me and just being you. The family loves you. And I know that could have been overwhelming but you were just…. perfect. I just want to tell you how much I appreciate it. And I’m glad you suggested that I invite you. But now…. tonight and tomorrow are all for you. Ok.” Then I kneeled and started taking his pants off. But he interrupted that and said “Uh uh….if this is for me then I get what I want right?” I said “Mmmmm hmmm…what do you want?” He said “I haven’t tasted you today, come here” and he turned me around and peeled my clothes off and then said “On your knees. Bend over.” I liked his demeanor, take control prof, use me. I got on the bed on all fours, my ass pointing to him. He knelt by the edge of the bed behind me and started greedily eating my pussy. He tongue fucked me and sucked on my lips and flicked my clit. Then he said “Come here I want to watch you ride me.” I started mourning him and he said “No the other way.” Oh he wanted to watch it split me from behind. I rode him reverse cowgirl and I was spreading my ass for him as I reached back making sure he could see it all. He grabbed my ass cheeks and moved me rhythmically. I decided to introduce a little butt play and reached back slipping my own finger in my ass so he could see and kept bucking on his cock. He started thrusting into me harder and when I sensed him about to cum I hopped off, wheeled around and grabbed his cock pumping as his cum erupted. My face was below and his creamy cum splashed down all over my face. I greedily started licking and sucking his cock tasting us both and lapping up the cum. I was a filthy mess when I was done, still swirling his cock head with my tongue and covered in cum. Well… he knew I was a dirty girl now. Let’s see how he reacts.

I looked at him and winked and then got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back I lay back his arm around me. He said “Damn…. That was ….something.” I looked at him and shrugged. “You like?” He said “Yeah just never … like it’s all new to me you know.” I said “No line remember….. Sometimes that stuff is fun don’t be shy about getting dirty ok.” He said “So the… anal…. ummmm… you like that too?’ I said “Mmm hmm… you?” He said “I’ve just never been with anyone that did you know. I never would have thought to ….go there.” I said “Well …. you can. And I hope you will.” He said “I’ve had sex with you more in three weeks than I did with my wife in 8 years… I’m sure I’ll get there. I’m just still a …how do you say uhh novato?” I said “Newbie…. Or noob” and giggled. Well I’m not I wondered. Patience but he didn’t balk so we shall see. You got a full blown slut on your hands prof. Time to make use of her.

I awoke in the morning and he was still there spooned in behind me. I could feel his rigid cock between my ass cheeks. He seemed to be awake and I turned to say morning but before I could say a word he said “Good you’re awake…..I need to take you….now.” I said “So do it… you don’t have to ask.” He hooked his arm under my thigh and pulled it up. He put his cock head at my pussy and thrust into me from behind. He groaned. He must have been waiting for a while, hard and ready to bust. He fucked me hard and fast reaching a hand around to grab my pussy roughly while fucking me. It felt great and I let him fuck me frantically. It took no time and he exploded inside me crying out “Oh fuck yes!!!!” Mmmm I felt his warm creamy load fill me. Now I turned as he relaxed arching back to kiss him and said “Morning.” He was just laying there breathing still inside me. He said “I used to run in the morning to get out my frustrations…because I never got sex. This is a lot more fun. But sex just makes you want more sex.” I laughed and kissed him again then I got in the shower and he went to get coffee.

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It was July 4th but no celebrations here of course. Mexico has their own independence day which is not Cinco de Mayo most people think it is. It is on September 16. But anyway as he showered I sent messages to Daddy, Christie, Lexi and Helen wishing them a happy 4th. We left the hotel for a day of prof’s guide to the city. He had lived here during school and a couple of years after. But he lived in an area I have never even seen. First though we headed to the south just a few blocks to the museums and monuments around the sprawling Bosque de Chapultepec park. We saw the Chapultepec Castle (now a museum but once home to the emperor and numerous presidents as well as a military school) and the Zoo and Museum of Modern Art but our destination was the Museo Nacional de Antropología (National Museum of Anthropology). It was closed on Sundays and Mondays, he said. So I wondered we were just seeing it in passing as part of touring the area. But he said come on I know a way in. He went to a side door and buzzed the ringer. When the door was answered he asked for someone by name. He had been on his phone that morning so now I knew something was up. A man about 45 years old came to the door and greeted him with a hug and he introduced me to his friend. He was the head of security there and he ushered us in the employee entrance. They chatted about old times for 10 minutes or so and then the professor said we had the museum to ourselves for an hour or so. It turns out professor has worked here after finishing his undergrad degree in history, he said. His friend had been his boss then and now was head of security. He then proceeded to show me some of his favorite exhibits and pieces. There were many archaeological pieces from all the eras of civilizations in Mexico as well as exhibits about the customs and cultures of the numerous people. He had worked as an attendant and tour guide, he said. He was hoping to move up into research and curator roles but had left for grad college after two years. It was an amazing experience with no crowds and a personal guide.

We left and now he said he wanted to take me to his old neighborhood. What once was a separate villa south of the city called Coyoacán was now a suburb of the greater city that grew up around it. The area was known as a bohemian sort of area with a lot of young school students and artists and craftspeople. It had some areas with cobblestone streets and colonial houses. But the main attraction was the center villa area with markets and bazaars and little parks and cafes. We walked through the markets and had lunch at a wonderful little restaurant, very authentic of course. His apartment was a few blocks from here toward University City the home to UNAM where he went for his undergrad. And at the edge of campus he showed me the dorm he lived in as well. It is a big and gorgeous campus with many artistic murals adorning buildings, especially the main library which depicts some historical events in art form. Other buildings have gigantic murals and some are just architecturally interesting. We passed by what was the Olympic Stadium in 1968 the site of a major US moment of civil protest when two African American athletes raised their fists igniting a firestorm. It was interesting to me to visit a site of US history on this day. We went on past the stadium to the other side of campus and an academic building. Prof told me he spent a lot of time here and we went in and he was looking for a particular office. It turns out that a professor who had a major influence on him had an office here and he had arranged to meet him this afternoon. He said he had not seen him since 2017 when he was here for a conference. This elderly white haired mostly bald professor greeted him warmly. He had come in that day mostly to meet him as he was apparently semi-retired now. He introduced him and said that he had been his biggest mentor and supporter in school and that he had gotten him the job at the museum after school through contacts he had. They talked for 45 minutes or more mostly professionally and somewhat personally as well. Professor told me later that he had talked to him a lot in those years after graduation while working and that his professional frustrations had led to the professor recommending and pushing him to go to grad college and then get his Ph. D. So he had been a big influence on his life. And they had stayed in touch over the years. I could see that the professor very much modeled himself professionally on this man. He must have told him about me before because he did not seem surprised that I was one of his students and professor told him about my family and my paper I got extra credit for on my family’s ties to social movements we talked about in class. His professor asked me if I planned to go to grad college as well. Subtle pressure… I demurely deferred and said I was just focused on my last classes and graduating in December. But no, I don’t want to go to grad college.

We walked some more of campus to the far side and caught the Metro all the way back up to our hotel. He knew the metro system well having used it as a student. We got back to the hotel around 4pm and I think we were both tired. We have been running around for 4 days. We actually took a nap or siesta together without having sex. He said he had dinner reservations and it had been a long few days so we conserved our energy. It was sort of nice not to feel like we had to do that. Weird for me actually but…. we had been together 4 days now and fucking at every opportunity. The good news was we seemed to be very compatible travelers and it had been casual and easy. No tension at all. A first trip together is all the time a bit of a test I think. So far so good.

For dinner we went to an Italian restaurant near the hotel. Gotta be honest it was nice. I love Mexican food but variety is nice too. Heck I could have gone for Chick-fil-A honestly but they are not in Mexico – so I can never live here. I have seen McDonalds and Chipotle (wtf) and Carl’s Jr. Blech. Anyway at dinner we engaged in some conversations with some time to relax and just talk. I again thanked him for coming and being so great. He thanked me for today saying he had enjoyed showing me the city he knew and all the sights we visited. I said “That was great. I loved all of it. But honestly the best thing about today was not any place or thing I saw, but it was seeing you, where you come from a bit, and learning more about you.” Even though it was not his family, I feel like I got so much insight into him through others. You can learn the most about someone by how others respond to him and the type of relationships that matter to them. He had obviously been greatly affected by some people in his life and they seemed like awesome people and role models. He said to me then “I’m glad you enjoyed it, those are some people that mean a lot to me and I really wanted them to meet you.” This was an audition of sorts to or showing me off. Something like that.

I asked “So all of this cultural stuff I know is important to you, I’m curious why you don’t have anything like decor or collectible things? Just books.” He said “Ahhh well yes. Several reasons I suppose. But when I left Mexico for the US I took one suitcase with me. I had nothing else really. Just clothes. I had lived a spartan life as a student and continued that in grad school. Just living in small student housing I suppose was part of it. And as you might imagine I had little or no input on decor at home when I was married. It was a small apartment anyway but don’t think she really appreciated anything about my culture really. She never even visited Mexico with me. But then living on my own. Well you know I left with nothing. So the last 2 years I’ve kept it pretty simple as it was a temporary thing. And, you know I tend to frown upon anything that seems like a knockoff and not authentic. It’s not that I don’t want it, but what I would have would be … expensive I suppose. Not that I didn’t appreciate your little decorative touches in your place.” I laughed and said “Well that was a failure. I did that for you honestly and certainly they were cheap knockoffs. Childish of me I suppose. I was trying to impress you. Fail.” He said “No. Not a failure. I found it charming….like everything about you.” Awwww.

As the meal continued it felt a little awkward. Like we were avoiding something, maybe it was just about the trip coming to an end I wondered. But then he finally cracked the ice and said “So I have to tell you about Spain. I’ve been avoiding it.” So that’s why he was more withdrawn today. He had this hanging over him all weekend I suppose. I braced myself for the worst. He said “I heard from Valencia and they have made an offer as well. So now I have to decide on my future. I have 10 days or so, until July 15th anyway.” He left that hanging there. I said “Mmm hmmm.” I was choking up a little. Damn’t. I put on a strong face and said “Well it sounded like you wanted Valencia more so that’s good. I guess you’ll go there then.” He said “Of the three I think I prefer that, but there is of course more to it.” I said “Like what?” He said “Like you.” I had wondered about this eventuality and if he would hesitate because of me. I said “Well… when would you have to leave?” He said “End of August. Their academic year starts in mid September but I would need to be there by the start of the month.” I said “Ok. So…. we have almost two months. I’ll be in online classes the second half but still nannying. But we can maximize the time we have…..” He said “Yeah…..” I said “You have to go. You know that right?” He said “You want me to go?” I said “No…. but you have to.” He looked at me weird. I said “You seemingly made all of your decisions before based on your ex wife’s wishes. You stayed in NY after your Ph. D. when you probably would have left. You followed her to North Carolina for her family and disrupted your tenureship. And then because of her you left and started over again and pandemic put you on hold for almost two years and you had to take something temporary. This is now your opportunity. And I think you just don’t want to disappoint me. But you are not. What would disappoint me actually is if you passed up this opportunity because of me.” He said “Well. I appreciate that. I mean… you’re right of course.” I said “Or I look at transferring there. I don’t know what that entails for a foreign university…” He said “I’ve looked at that. In fact I talked to them about it and honestly it would set you back too far. You would lose almost a year as certain things would not transfer and some requirements you would not have taken. I can’t do that to you. If anything, this weekend showed me how important it is to your dad, your family, and I could not be the one to disappoint them on that.” I knew he was right. I said “So…. we’re stuck then. You have to go. I have to stay. We make long distance work and…. It’s only like 4 months right. We waited 4 months just to have a first date. We can make it work. Right?” He said “I’m a patient man. And I’ve waited this long so…. I guess so.” I said “That or….. pray for a miracle and divine intervention.” He laughed and said “God seems to want to challenge me at every turn.” I said “I think God blessed me… when I met you. If this is meant to be, it will work out. I’m willing to wait.” He said “Me too….honestly I had nearly given up on meeting anyone. In the US anyway. And well…..I’m not young any more. I uhhh…. don’t want to rush you or anything either but…. We should probably talk about some other things in the next few months. I mean…. We need to get to know each other as much as possible while we have time together.” I said “What do you want to talk about?” I was scared honestly. He said “Let’s talk later and enjoy this evening. Just something we need more time for.” Well that left me hanging a bit.

But after that we lightened up a bit and chatted casually. We were also drinking wine. But I wasn’t gonna get too drunk this time. We headed back to the hotel and he said “Been a long weekend. Lots of fun. But we have to get up early in the morning for our flight.” I said “Yeah… but I’m a little drunk so I hope you are still going to take advantage of me tonight.” He said “As long as you don’t throw up when you get in bed this time.” I laughed and slapped him playfully saying “I’m not that drunk.” He said “Good.” We both stripped and went straight to bed. We got into a 69 and I guess the alcohol liberated him a bit too as I felt a thumb probe my ass. I encouraged him with moans and then felt it pop past my sphincter. He kept eating me and I said “God yes lick my clit… and play with my ass…I’m gonna cum” and I did creaming on his face. He then bent me over and fucked me from behind. Once again he thumbed my ass as he fucked me hard. Before he came he said “Do you want me to feed you little bird?” I said “Mmmm yes please.” He pulled out and I got under him as he came in my mouth. I kissed him after swallowing and said “Mmmm thank you my lion.” We slept and then woke to a 5:30am alarm and had to hurry and get ready and leave for the airport and our flight back. It had been an amazing weekend.

Sorry to truncate the last part a bit. Running out of space. Back at college now, had finals Wednesday and now had a few days off before starting the second summer session. I got an A in my online class and a B in my regular class. Good enough.

NSFW: yes

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