The sun was burning from a clear blue sky, heating up the air and making it shimmer. It was hot, very hot, with no wind going. Nothing was moving in the heat of the Mexican noon, even the crickets, filling the air with their nerve-racking music the whole time, were silent now.
What a boring area, Jack thought. He was sitting near the pool of the little motel, in which he had taken a room for the next days or so. Or better said, he hoped, that it was only for the next days. The mechanic, who had taken care of his car, had spoken of a few days. A few days to order the broken parts and repair his car. A few days to deliver the parts to this godforsaken dump, somewhere in the nowhere of the Mexican desert.
"Fuck!" said Jack and he meant it. It could have been such a nice trip, down to the beach, the warm sun tickling his skin, drinking tequila and flirt with some lovely senoritas. But now he was shipwrecked in the desert, were the sun was not warm, but hot, were was no sea, only a little pool, surrounded by stunted palmtrees. And the only person coming only near to a sort of senorita, was the old, ugly scrap, who was the owner of the motel. At least he had got his tequila. He took the bottle and took another mouthful off the strong liquid, which was inside. It was burning his throat and warming his stomach. But it could be worse, he thought. The motel was nice and clean, with white walls. And it had cable TV. And… god, who he was trying to deceive? This was the worst trip in his whole life!
He was taking another mouthful of the bottle, which had gotten half-full in the meantime, when a shadow was falling over him. He turned his head, the bottle still at his lips.
The first thing he saw, were the legs. Long, slender legs, wrapped in black silk-stockings, going right up into the sky so as it seems. With his eyes he followed the tasty curves upwards, to the point were the legs were ending in a pair of denim hot-pants. Letting the bare belly-button behind him, he reached a pair of big, round, firm breasts, pushing against the material of a very tight top. And then he looked into her face. Her eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses, her lips were full and red, but that it wasn't, what make his cock stiffen in his shorts. It was her hair, light blond, nearly white, a clear contrast between her brown, sun-burned skin.
"Is this seat free?" she asked with a light smile, her voice dark and soft like black velvet.
"Uh… yes, yes it's free… ahm," he stammered, putting the bottle to the ground. She smiled at him and sit down. He gasped as her cheeks pressed against his thigh, when she sit down on his knee. How he should know, that she would place herself on HIM? He thought she meant the deck-chair next to him! He made a deep breath. Should he explain to her, that he doesn't want any company? That he wants to be alone? What a thought, OF COURSE NOT!
"How is your name, cowboy?" she asked, her velvet voice caressing his mind and set it in fire.
"J… Jack, my name is Jack"
"Okay, Jack, and what is a young good looking man like you, doing in a dump like this." She looked over the edge of her sunglasses, catching his look with two hypnotic blue eyes, as blue as the sea.
"My car has got a breakdown. I'm stranded here for the next days."
"Oh, poor boy!" she purred. Her hand moved to him, pointing to the light bulge in the front of his shorts and Jack hold his breath. But then she leaned back a bit, grasping the bottle of the tequila on the ground.
"May I?"
"Of course," he said, with a light tone of disappointing in his voice. She took a good mouthful of the tequila, swallowed and gasped as the hot liquid ran through her throat.
"God, that's strong!" she cried out surprised. "How you could drink such a poison?"
"Oh, its just the first swallow, then its get better!"
She looked at him, doubt in her eyes. But then she shrug her shoulders and took another deep swallow from the bottle. Again she gasped, but now more satisfied.
"You are right! It is better now." And then she leaned forward and placed her lips on his.
Jack was totally surprised when her lips touched his mouth and he could feel his eyes widen, as she pressed nearer against him. He could feel her stiffening nipples through their shirts on his breast, he felled her hot breath on his face and he smelled her perfume, a delicate mix of light vanilla and sweat. For a moment he was totally caught, with no idea what to do. His thoughts were spinning in his mind. But then her tongue touched his lips and he opened up to her urging. The world began to fade away, only two things left: Him and the beautiful girl. Their world were made of spinning tongues, throbbing hearts, their bodies rubbing at each other. And then it was over. Her lips drew away and left him in arousal. His heart was bumping and he could feel his sweat dripping down his face and his whole body. Jack could not tell how long this kiss had been gone, but it hasn't been a short one.
"Wow!" he said, looking at the woman sitting on his lap. First time he noticed how young she was, maybe eighteen or nineteen, only two or three years younger than he was. He doesn't know why, but he had thought of her of an older woman the whole time, of a woman twenty-six, twenty-seven of age. But she wasn't a woman, she was a girl.
"Are you mad at me doing this?" she asked with a shy look. Her sunglasses have fallen to the ground and now he could see how wide her eyes were, making her look even much younger.
"No! No, I'm not mad at you. It was… great!" He gave her a big smile and she smiled back.
