Peruanas’ Gringo Desire Reaffirmed
Mike, Nicolas and I went downtown Friday night to Montreal – a bar with live music. We sat at an empty table next to a large party. The party had three tables pulled together to make room for the 15 – 20 people, 75% of whom were female. With typical Latina subtlety, the girls looked us up and down, including the girls who weren’t facing us that turned around to see. After we sat down they giggled and looked at us with the same subtlety.
Soon after our drinks arrived, the girls’ table sent an ambassador to make contact. One of the guys came over and explained that it was some girl’s birthday and she wants a hug. We gave her hugs and the other girls hooted and hollered. We sat back down. More guests arrived to their table and they asked if they could use our table. We merged tables (or were we acquired?) and crowded in. That was how we joined the party.
After ten minutes or so, we acquired a newly-emptied nearby table too. Because we were crowded, Nicolas and I moved to the new table at the other end. Four girls followed. One of them – Milagros – was among the first to join us. She didn’t run per se, but she had a bounce in her step on her way to make sure she sat next to me.
So Mike, Nicolas, and I started putting down beers while chatting the girls up. It wasn’t the first thing she asked, but Milagros asked if I had a girlfriend within two or three minutes. The birthday girl told Nicolas that he was her birthday present. The girl Mike was talking to asked him if he had a girlfriend. He told her he did and that she was in Canada. She said that’s great because her boyfriend was in Europe. This was seeming easier than it’s supposed to be.
A band started playing Spanish covers of American songs. Our side of the table was getting crowded and I was getting tipsy. Milagros was seated perpendicular to me and I put my leg over hers to make more space. It seemed natural at the time. And it felt good. She put her hand on my leg. Later we held hands under the table.
Before the party sent the ambassador, this girl was the one I identified as the one I would pursue if we ended up talking to these girls. From our table, she seemed the most beautiful. She is light-skinned with dark hair, high cheekbones, cute eyes, and a slim figure. When she got closer, I saw she was a little pimply in the face. She’s only twenty. Oh well, I had terrible acne my whole life. Sometimes I still get it. Who am I to give a fuck?
When the band finished, the girls asked us if we wanted to go dancing. Nicolas did not, but Mike and I went with them to Munay’s on Dolores. There were thirteen of us – about half girls and half guys. Because there were so many, the club gave us a bottle of Pisco to go with our cover charges. I danced with Milagros while Mike was shared by two or three girls. I went for a kiss which Milagros refused.
We got a table and drank the Pisco. I put Milagros on my lap. She told her friends to take a picture of us. I kissed her on the cheek for the picture. A few minutes later, she couldn’t resist the kiss any longer. We started making out and her friends took another picture. I got Milagros’ phone number. It was almost two o’clock in the morning. I told Milagros I was leaving. She said she wanted to leave too. We left together.
Outside, I hailed a taxi. Beginning the negotiation with the driver, I told him “Quinta Gamero pasando por …” This is like saying your address and then “with a stop at …” And I looked at Milagros to say her neighborhood but she didn’t say anything. Whatever, I thought. Maybe we’ll have a nightcap at my place. We got in and made out the whole way. I paid the driver and asked her if she wanted to check my apartment out. She did.
We got upstairs and went in my room. We got in bed and started to make out. She got on top of me and ripped my shirt off, sending a couple buttons flying. We got naked and had sex. We did it all. Oral both ways, 69, all the positions. She’s loud. Not screaming, but constant moaning. She woke up all the roommates. Not only is she loud, she is a multiple-orgasmer. And not just a multiple-orgasmer, but an above-average multiple-orgasmer. She comes early and often. It was pretty cool. I was drunk so it lasted a long time. We took several breaks. During one, while cuddling, she told me she was looking for a serious relationship.
At one point, she was riding on top while stimulating herself. I decided to help out; I moved her hand so I could stimulate her there. After a few seconds, she grabbed my hand and put it back on her butt so she could take over. After all, she can do it better than me. I got the impression she enjoyed how I was massaging and spanking her buttcheeks. I ventured into her crack a little and she didn’t resist. I ventured inside a little and she didn’t resist. I turned her over so I could venture in a lot and she didn’t resist. After that, I asked her if she wanted to engage in anal. She did. We did that for the last five minutes or so until she collapsed on the bed. I was too drunk to finish. It was 4 or 5 in the morning. We went to sleep.
We woke around 7 and we had sex again. This time I finished. We started to talk. She told me she picked me as soon as she saw us in Montreal. I told her I picked her too. She told me she told all her friends at the table, “Para mí es el grandote.” The big one’s mine.
She told me she wanted to ask me something but she didn’t want me to get mad. I told her I wouldn’t. She asked me my name. HA HA! She left around 8. Before leaving, I invited her to the party we were throwing that night for Damien, the newest arrival to Arequipa.
Damien arrived and we had a party. A few Peruvians puked in our toilets and all over our building staircase. Milagros didn’t attend, but she came over on Sunday. Apparently her dad wouldn’t let her out Saturday because she never came home Friday night.
She arrived while Mike, Nicolas, and Damien were playing on their computers at the dining room table. We waited for them to leave. Milagros’ conservative Catholic upbringing makes her shy about heading straight to a bedroom for others to see (but having anal sex on the first night is no big deal). As soon as they left, she jumped up off the couch. I was trying to play it cool like I wasn’t in a hurry to run for my room as soon as possible. She was NOT playing it cool. We got in bed and did it all over again (minus the anal). Afterwards, she started to get extra-cuddly. She kissed me all over my face dozens of times.
She asked me if I thought she was easy. I stumbled with that one. What are you supposed to say to that? Anal sex on the first night I met you – within six hours of meeting you. I should have been like, “NO! Not at all!” Then she cleaned my room. Afterwards we ate chicken.
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Ah the peruvian latina is a delightful enigma indeed. She is thoughtful, polite, considerate and respects a mans boundaries, yet she can be passionate and very devilish in her sexuality despite being raised in a predominately catholic god fearing family. She is a contradiction of many elements, but a good contradiction, made to heighten her allure to your typical hot blooded male. I think thats why I love them so much too. No matter what age she is almost always guaranteed to be spontaneous and fun loving and very accommodating attentiveness to their males.
I never really liked girls to hang around too long or make an extended date out of my day with women back in Sydney, they all seemed so devoid of good conversation or thought provoking banter. Mostly cold and unattached with reality, but there is a distinct feeling there present with latinas, almost like they are enhancing the vibes and positioning herself with their direct cheeky foolhardy humour.
One thing is for certain latinas have a commanding sense of identity, they are never clueless or amiss for a chance at smalltalk, something white women really struggle with. And they are all indivualistic in character in their own special way. I on the other hand could probably categorize aussie girls into 2 or 3 boring camps of thought – I have no such luck trying to trivialise your typical latina personality, each is a universe unto themselves – but boy what a welcome voyage of discovery that usually is!
que suerte con tu chibola
parece que necesito ir a arequipa! donde es todo la accion… Lima pff
Jajaja… “crees que soy facil” de veras que las mujeres a veces hacemos preguntas muy culas!!!… si lo das primera noche… obvio que si eres facil!!!! jajajaja.