Sexual experiments with a hot young latina

I’ll never forget the first time that I saw her. I was invited by a friend to a party in San Francisco that was crawling with gorgeous girls many of whom went to the same modeling and fashion school in the city. It seemed like they were all trying to compete for who had the sexiest outfits and shortest dress. She was wearing a black mini skirt with a white thin blouse tied up high above her stomach, showing off lots of skin and her perfectly flat tummy. Her spiked platform heels accentuated her long legs and made her appear taller than she really was. Someone told me she was from Colombia but she had blondish hair, light skin, and blue eyes which didn’t fit my stereotype of a Latina. She had a absolutely perfect petite sexy body and I thought she looked a little like the singer Shakira.

I lost track of her in the crowd but found her a bit later sitting on a couch next to a guy in one of the other gathering rooms. He had one hand around her neck and his hand just below her breast and their lips were locked together. I watched him probe her mouth with his tongue. They seemed oblivious to the other guests who were mingling around chatting and drinking. I watched from a short distance as his hand slid slowly down her tummy and then onto her thigh. She put up no resistance and squirmed with pleasure as he worked his fingers along her inner thigh and then up under her skirt. I just couldn’t believe that he seemed to be fingering her right in front of everybody. I saw a couple of guys nudge each other and point to them, watching the show. My cock grew hard, wishing it was me with her. She looked up briefly, caught me staring, and gave me a quick seductive smile before he pulled her face back to his and they resumed kissing. It was hard to tell from the distance, but it looked like he was working a finger or two up inside her. I decided that the best thing to do was go get another cocktail and then come back for another peek in a few minutes. Unfortunately, when I returned they were gone and had left the party. I went home that night alone and stroked myself until I shot a big load thinking about her.

It was almost a month later that I was invited to a pool party one sunny Friday afternoon at a swanky hillside house a few miles north of the Golden Gate bridge. The views of the San Francisco bay were incredible. And it was there I saw her again. She was standing on the other side of the pool and wearing a tiny string bikini and high heels. She was surrounded by a group of guys all wanting to get with her. I picked up a glass of wine and slowly wandered over to get a closer look at the girl who I had fantasized about and and jacked off to a number of times since seeing her getting molested in front of everyone at the previous party. As I got closer, she surprised me by stepping away from the group and saying hello to me in perfect English but with a very sexy Spanish accent.

She said her name was Elena and it seemed like we hit it off instantly. I spent the rest of the day chatting with her, making her laugh with silly jokes, and learning everything I could about her. She had graduated early from high school in Medellin Columbia and come to San Francisco for a couple of years to study fashion design and modeling. Her father had died when she was young and and she lived with her mother in an apartment near the Mission District in San Francisco. They planned to return to Columbia after she finished her classes. But the real shocker for me… was that she was only 18 years old. I was 23.

Over the next several hours, I inspected every part of her perfect body. I couldn’t stop staring at those beautiful light blue eyes and gorgeous plump lips. My eyes then discreetly wandered every inch or her curvaceous body. I inspected every inch of her starting with that perfect flat tummy, the shape of her hips, those medium round perky tits, long smooth legs, perfect calves, and sexy painted nails in those open-toed heels. Damn, I wanted so badly to get some of that but I didn’t think I stood a chance.

As the sun was setting, she told she had a date that night in the city so she had to go but said that if I liked to dance I could find her at a Latin dance club in the city the next night which was Saturday. Of course I said “yes,” and then went home excited to have her number and directions to the club. When I got home later that night, I pulled my pants down, sat back on the couch, and jacked myself off while imagining that her lucky date was probably drilling her perfect body right now. I shot a huge load all over my own stomach.

The next night I made the hour-long drive to San Francisco and found my way to the club in the Mission District. However, I did get a bit lost and didn’t find the place until after 10pm. I walked in alone to the netherworld of Spanish speaking salsa studs and Latina hotties. I wasn’t exactly dressed right for the setting, wearing my blue jeans and a white button-up shirt, but I did notice some playful smiles from a couple of girls who strutted by the bar where I stood. I finally noticed Elena out on the dance floor dancing sexy with a guy who had his hands all over her body. Eventually she took a break and found me and greeted me with a sweet kiss on the cheek. We only talked for a few minutes before another guy came and grabbed her by the hand and took her out on the dance floor. The song had slowed a bit and I watched as she straddled his leg and was doing a kind of slow dirty dance against him. He had his hands on her ass and it looked like he was either whispering or kissing her ear. The way they moved it looked like they were screwing on the dance floor. I just wished I knew how to dance like that so I could be doing that with her.

I was surprised when another pretty girl came up next to me at the bar to order a drink and started to chat with me. She said she was from Cuba but she had such a strong accent that I had trouble hearing her especially with the loud music. Finally, she asked me to dance but I was a little terrified since I am not the best dancer. I tried my best but I had a lot of trouble keeping up with the rhythm. Fortunately, my partner didn’t mind and she just went along with my crazy moves for the next few songs.