Juanita Perez squirmed in the cramped seat of the plane's crowded economy class cabin. She was thankful that the flight from her home in Chicago to El Paso, Texas was a short one. She had recently passed two landmarks in her short life: she had graduated from high school with honors, and she had turned eighteen. To commemorate both, her parents had given her this trip to New Mexico to visit her Aunt Carmen O'Rourke, Uncle Patrick (Pat), and Cousins Raul and Santiago (Jimmy). She had last seen them two years earlier when they had visited her family over the Christmas and New Year holidays.
Aunt Carmen was the older sister of Juanita's mother. She and Juanita's mother had both been born in Mexico, but their parents had moved across the border to Columbus, New Mexico when the Juanita's mother was barely a year old. Uncle Pat was also an immigrant to the United States, having come from Belfast, Ireland during the late 1950s. Cousin Raul was Juanita's age; Jimmy was two years older. Both, to Juanita, were unbelievably handsome, especially Raul. Both had inherited the best of good looks from both parents.
When the plane landed, Juanita remained seated until the narrow aisle cleared enough for her to stand and remove her backpack from the overhead storage bin; she then made her way forward to the exit where she acknowledged the flight attendant's "Goodbye, and thanks for flying American."
Once she reached the waiting room at the end of the long loading ramp, she stepped aside, put her pack on, and looked about to see which way she had to go to get to the baggage claim area where she was to meet Aunt Carmen and Raul.
The airport at El Paso is almost as large as O'Hare in Chicago. Juanita was glad she had only her backpack, and that it was not heavy. By the time she got from her arrival gate to the baggage claim hall, she was sweating. The summer heat in El Paso was oppressive as Chicago's, a little drier, but still oppressive. It took her a moment to find the carrousel where she had to get her suitcase when it was unloaded from the plane. As she neared it, and the crowd gathered around it, she spotted Aunt Carmen and Raul. Raul was holding a large, hand-lettered sign -- "Juanita Perez." She rushed over to them. Aunt Carmen embraced her immediately, while Raul smiled and waited for his turn.
They exchanged the usual, obligatory ooh's, ah's, and pleasantries, and she answered the predictable questions about the flight, and her parents. Finally, Aunt Carmen released her from the bear hug that had her, and her aunt's ample breasts squashed together. She then found herself in Raul's arms. His hug was no less tight than his mother's had been, but it was wonderfully different. Raul's well-muscled torso felt wonderful against her. More than that, Raul smelled good, a little sweaty, but oh so masculine. As her nipples hardened, Juanita wondered if Raul could feel that she was braless beneath her T-shirt.
Before he released her, he said, "We really should have told you to fly into Tucson; that's a lot closer to our ranch than El Paso is. It's going to take longer to get home than it took to get here from Chicago, and my pickup isn't as comfortable as the plane was."
A few minutes later, Juanita spotted her suitcase, told Raul, which one it was, and watched as he effortlessly snagged it. Once they cleared the baggage area, Raul led them to the parking lot and his pickup truck. There, he stowed Juanita's suitcase and backpack in the camper in the truck's back. Raul's truck was larger than most. It had four doors and a crew cab with a roomy seat behind the driver's compartment.
Aunt Carmen suggested that she ride in the crew cab so that Juanita and Raul could visit and get to know one another on the long drive to the ranch. That pleased Juanita. Raul was handsome -- so handsome that she could feel her panties becoming damp as she wondered about the rather prominent bulge in his tight jeans.
Before Juanita could open the passenger side door and get into the cab, Raul grabbed her arm and said. "Wait!" Then, to his mother he said, "Mom, open that package of shop towels that are back there and hand me a couple. As short as Juanita's shorts are, if she sits on these leather seats, she's going to have blisters on her rear."
"Here you are, son. That would be a hard way for her to learn to wear slacks or jeans while she's here."
Juanita wondered what all the fuss was about, but said nothing. Raul took the shop towels and laid a double thickness of them on the truck's front seat. Juanita noticed that when he did so, he put them in the middle of the bench seat. That made her smile. Her handsome cousin obviously wanted her to sit next to him, rather than next to the door. As she got into the truck, she put her hand on the leather seat and immediately pulled back saying, "Ouch, that's hot," as she did so.
"Uh huh; truck's been sittin' here in the sun a couple of hours. Gets damn hot in a hurry." Raul's comment seemed to Juanita to be a gross understatement. She was shocked at how hot the seat was, and was glad he had thought to put the towels down for her to sit on. Her short shorts would have given her no protection from her knees all the way up to the crease at the top of her thighs where they joined her butt.
Raul picked up I-25 and headed north out of El Paso to where the road intersected I-10 just east of Las Cruces, New Mexico. There he took I-10 west into Las Cruces. As they entered the city, Aunt Carmen called out, "Raul, find a good restaurant here and stop. I expect Juanita's hungry, and I need a potty break."
Ten minutes later Raul pulled into the parking lot of a fancy looking Mexican food restaurant and said to Juanita. "This is the best restaurant in town. The food in here will show you how false that imitation Mexican food the serve in Chicago is."
Juanita replied, "I hope so, I haven't had any good carnitas since I visited here during spring break five years ago."
Inside the restaurant, Carmen took Juanita's hand and said, "Honey, if you're as full as I am, you need a good piss too; let's go to the girl's room while Raul gets a table for us. Juanita had been clamping her thighs together for the past forty-five minutes and was glad to follow her aunt into the women's room. They took stalls next to one another. She could hear her aunt's powerful stream of pee and wondered if her own was as loud. A minute later, the two were at the washbasins washing their hands. Aunt Carmen said, "Boy, if I'd had to hold that any longer, I'd have peed my pants, " to which Juanita replied, "Me too."
As they entered the dining room, they looked around to find Raul. Juanita spotted him first and grabbed Carmen's hand. "Over here. He's there by the windows."
They seated themselves and had barely finished looking the menus over before a waitress came to take their orders. Juanita ordered carnitas with Spanish rice and frijoles refritos and French fries. Carmen ordered a fish dinner. Raul had already ordered.
As they ate, they exchanged small talk and caught up on all of the family gossip, both in New Mexico and in Chicago.
Raul sat across the booth from Juanita and his mother. Throughout the meal, Juanita was aware that every time he could do so without his mother noticing Raul had taken a good look at Juanita's breasts. His admiration had not gone without Juanita's notice. The knowledge that he found her tits worth looking at got to her: it made her nipples stiffen. That in turn made Raul look even more often and with less caution. He seemed not to realize, or if he realized, not to care that his mother might catch him staring at his beautiful cousin's breasts.