Ellie's Mexican Vacation
(All characters are 18+)
Tourists flock to the tropics to escape the icy winter months of the north, finding solace in the sun. There are plenty of hot spots in the south to choose from: the Bahamas, Jamaica, Bermuda, the Caribbean Islands, the Mexican Gulf Coast, and the Pacific Coast to name just a few.
If you follow the highway from La Peñita to Boca de Tomatlan as it winds its way through the hills and valleys along the Pacific, you'll see quaint little fishing villages, and extravagant resorts along the way. Eventually, you'll pass through Puerto Vallarta which was made famous by the movie, Night of the Iguana and infamous by movies like Predator.
Puerto Vallarta presents itself with a pleasing mixture of old and new. Paseo de las Palmas, Walk of the Palms, is the main road through the city and it is lined with hotels, restaurants, gift shops, and bars while narrow cobblestone alleyways wind their way up the hillside and fade into the Sierra Madres.
However, behind the Picture Post Card facade, there lies a seedy underbelly, lurking in the darkness, waiting to consume the careless and naive.
It all started for Ellie one warm tropical evening in the Hotel Zone. The moon was full and a cool breeze drifted across Banderas Bay, rustling the fronds of the palm trees that lined the boulevard. Ellie strolled down Francisco Medina Ascencio, walking back to her Resort after an evening at the Monkey Business Bar.
Ellie was mesmerized by the ambiance of paradise, taking in the beauty of the night, the moonlight along the bay, and the fresh air. She walked barefoot, sandals under her arm, a solitary figure on the boulevard except for the occasional taxi, driving by to end their shift. It was only 15 minutes on foot to the hotel and the night air was a refreshing relief from the crushing heat of the day and the suffocating atmosphere of the bar.
The Municipal Patrol were making their rounds and rolled slowly by in their military-style pick-up truck. The Policia turned their attention to the lone pedestrian on the walkway in the white sundress. Ellie watched them out of the corner of her eye, until their faces disappeared into the darkness as they made a U-turn. They circled the median and pulled up to the curb behind her.
The headlights of the truck shone through her loose-fitting cotton dress. The bright lights traced an outline of her slender figure against the black sky, creating a silhouette of luminal art. Because of her red hair and freckled face, Ellie was used to turning the heads of Mexican men. She stood out among the tourists and even more so among the locals. She was like a beacon in the night, a white marble in the dark sand, sometimes attracting more attention than she wanted.
She ignored the Policía for a time until she couldn't hear the crackle of their tires on the road debris and the headlights of the pickup remained stationary. She turned around slowly and shaded her eyes against the glare. The doors of the truck slammed shut and two Municipal Police approached with deliberate purpose. A young man trailed behind a chubby little man dressed in a blue uniform with his police cap strategically dipped below one eye.
"Buenas noches, señorita," the older officer spoke with some authority.
"Buenas noches."
"Cómo estáis esta noche?"
"Sorry... I..." She hesitated.
"Lo siento, no hablo español," she blurted out, her tongue barely forming anything that resembled Spanish.
"Ahhh, sí... Where are you coming from, senorita?"
"From the bar, just over there, Monkey Business," she said as she pointed down the street.
"You are a guest at one of our Resorts?" He asked when he noticed her wristband.
He approached and slid her shoulder bag off of her arm without hesitation.
"Yes," she said as her eyes watched her bag being claimed by the officer.
The police always made her nervous, even more so now because she wasn't sure of what to expect in a foreign country.
"How long have you been in Mexico?"
"Seven days, we're here for ten days and we'll be going home Sunday."
"... and who are you staying with?"
He opened her bag and fumbled through the contents, his young partner flanked Ellie cutting off any retreat, which seemed a bit absurd to her because she wasn't about to bolt down the street barefoot, in her short sundress. He found a cigarette package and tucked her bag under his arm. He pulled a poorly rolled cigarette from the package and passed it under his nose.
"I'm here with my friend... my boyfriend. He's back at the Resort. He's not feeling well so I went out... by myself... I'm just heading back now," she said, her eyes nervously watching the old officer.
"Narcótico!" He said as he took her by the arm and escorted her to the side of the truck.
He emptied the essentials from her purse on the hood: keys, cosmetics, wallet, gum, sunglasses... A tube of lip gloss rolled across the hood and clicked against the pavement. The young officer knelt behind her to scoop up the container. Not wishing to miss an opportunity, his eyes followed the curves of her bare thighs up her short dress. He only caught a glimpse of her white cotton panties before Ellie noticed the leering gaze out the corner of her eye as much as she felt it. She dipped her hip, putting her knees together, and stood on one foot.
"I only have one," she said in an attempt to explain the joint while she ignored the young man's lechery.
"No problem, senorita, no problem."
The young officer stood up as his partner put his palm against the small of Ellie's back and pushed her against the fender.
"Palms on the hood señorita. What else do you have?"
"Nothing else. That's it. Everything is in my bag!"
"Everyone only has the one that I have found," he chuckled.
He combed his finger through her long red hair, behind her ears, and then he fluffed her hair over her shoulders. His chubby hand followed her neckline, over her shoulders, under her arms, and then cupped her small breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.
"Hey! I'm not hiding anything," she said as she clenched her arms over his wrists in subtle protest.
"Sin sujetador, senorita... no bra!"
"No hay problema," he said as he pushed her arms back up and pinched the seam of the bustline, feeling for any concealed contraband.
When he didn't find any abnormalities in the seam, he plunged his hands through the armholes of her dress, fanned his fingers out, slowly rippled them over her nipples several times, and then under her breasts. Her eyes grew wide with shock and surprise. Her mouth went dry and her eyes blinked rapidly as she began to shiver, goosebumps rippled down the back of her neck then down her arms in a wave making her nipples erect. She held her breath for a moment while the policia groped her tits, then lightly tugged at her stiff nipples.
"Are you cold señorita?" He snickered.
His hands roamed down her sides to her waist, back up under her arms, and down to her hips. His fingertips were barely grazing her supple skin. He was caressing. He wasn't searching. She knew that much. She wasn't sure if she should protest but it seemed more prudent to do as she was told.
He knelt behind her, put his hands around one knee, and followed the curve of her thigh to her crotch. His fingers followed her pantiline and over her pussy. She was startled by another inappropriate touch, she squirmed slightly and clenched her thighs as his fingertips pressed against the mound under her panties finding her pea-sized clit and circling it several times.
"Chica cosquillosa," he chuckled softly as he searched for the English word, "How do you say... Ticklish!"
His hands retreated down her leg and then up the other thigh.
"Spread your legs señorita," he demanded, tapping her inner thigh.
She exhaled slowly, spread her legs until she felt the hem of her dress creeping up her thighs, making plenty of room for his wandering hands, and then hung her head. It was wrong, her mind told her that it was wrong but her body betrayed her with a mixture of fear and excitement.
His fingers moved up her thigh, over her crotch then his palms traced the cheek of her ass, fondling her tenderly. He tugged her dress up, draping it over both hips, pinched the waistband at the small of her back, and ran his fingers the full length of the elastic before plunging his hand down the front of her panties. She gasped and looked up quickly.
"Oooh, oooh," she panted as he caressed her private parts.
"No no, nnno," she said softly as she dipped her hip, crossing her knees in defiance, then craned her neck to look at him.
He grabbed a handful of hair and forced her chin on the hood of the truck.
"Don't resist señorita or you will be in jail soon."
Yielding to the warning, she tilted her head, pressed her cheek against the warm hood of the truck, and took another breath. She closed her eyes, trying to stay calm.
He hooked his thumbs into her panties, working them over her hips and then down her flanks. He rolled her white cotton bikini down to her ankles and lifted each foot gingerly so she could step out of them. He scrunched them up, pressed them to his face, and then gave them a lustful sniff.
Gringa pussy. Did you smell before?" he chuckled as he passed them to his young partner, "Smells sweet, like Coca-Cola."
"Your panties are wet puta! What have you been doing?"
He resumed his search and slipped his hands between her legs.
"Did you fuck someone tonight? Maybe some lucky boy in El baño? Perhaps teasing the men excites you."
