I'd been working in Puebla for about six or seven months having been transferred by my company from Michigan. Working in the pharmaceutical industry isn't exactly the most exciting job one can have, but I'd been excited by the prospect of living and working in another country and experiencing another culture. The move was tough at the beginning. I struggled to adapt to everything; the climate, the food, the culture . . . everything. My job took up most of my time and I couldn't find the time to learn Spanish, which only compounded my misery.
I'd had to leave my wife and kids at home and I missed them greatly, especially at the start of my time in México. I was contracted to be in Puebla for a year, and despite my desire to return home to the States, I was determined to see my time out, not least because I would be well rewarded, financially. I returned to visit my family occasionally, when time permitted and they visited me a couple of times, which helped my morale somewhat, but it didn't cure my loneliness and my sadness completely.
As time went by my mood improved slightly. I was successful at work and had taken a mistress, a young woman from Paraguay who was extremely sexy, had an amazing body and was a liberated and enthralling young girl. The fact that she was ten years my junior was also a plus of course. Strangely, I didn't feel guilty about cheating on my wife. Maybe it was because I was in a foreign country and, in a way, I felt separated from my wife. Maybe it was because I needed that sexual release and she fulfilled that need. I don't know, but the relationship was purely sexual and helped me through some difficult times.
The rainy season had passed and the Mexican winter was very pleasant. It was still warm, warm enough to qualify for summer back in Detroit actually, but it wasn't so horrendously hot that sweat trickled from every part of your body the second you stepped outside. I'd got through the hardest part and I knew I only had a few months left, I was getting laid a lot with a stunning Latina, my job was going well and I was in line to receive a hefty bonus pretty soon. Life in Puebla was going well after all.
My car had broken down and I would have to get the bus to work for a few days. Travelling on the bus in México is not exactly a pleasant experience, and at rush hour it's a million times worse. If you're lucky, you might get the chance to hang out the back door while everybody barges for position, elbows and bags flying carelessly in the crush while window seats are left vacant by proud passengers fearlessly guarding the space they had won by arriving early. Should you have the nerve to ask one of those passengers to move along so you could actually sit down on an empty seat on public transport, they might, if you're lucky, grumble and shuffle their knees and their hips slightly to leave a tiny gap for you to squeeze through and take your spot. If you happen to be larger, say, than a small child, it might just be a very tight squeeze. Usually the better option is to stand up.
One morning, I left home early to catch the bus before the usual build-up of rush hour traffic. I was standing at the bus stop smoking my first cigarette of the day. A woman passed by and stood in front of me, glancing behind at me with a slight smile as she did so. I looked her up and down, my eyes drawn to her tight ass. She was wearing black, suede, peep-toed high heels and grey trousers. Her legs were thin and shapely, then . . . her ass . . . well, her ass! I couldn't take my eyes off it . . . I puffed heavily on my cigarette whilst staring at it. I realised she'd spotted me checking her out but still I struggled to lift my gaze from that ass. I glanced at her face as she looked back at me. She laughed and turned away. Her eyes were brown and pretty and she had a large, playful smile. She wasn't especially pretty but she looked sexy and playful and she obviously had a great body. Her hair was sleeked back by hairspray and pulled back tightly over her head, descending into a small pony tail. As is the look of so many Méxican women. She was wearing a brown suede jacket, which didn't quite match her trousers and was hiding her figure, though it made her ass even more prominent. That . . . ass!
I just wanted to approach her and slide my hand over it, and then in between in her legs. I wanted to rub myself against it, to thrust my head in between her legs from behind and rip off her trousers and lick and bite every inch it.
She caught me staring at it again. A huge smile looked back at me. I smiled back.
"Ven" she said, suggestively, beckoning me with her finger. I walked up to her.
"Mirando mi culo?"
She smirked before laughing. Unable to speak much Spanish, I didn't know what she was talking about of course. I laughed, she laughed. We looked at each other.
