Erotic Short Story: The Mariachi

*Let me first preface this by saying that this short story is mine. My character will be me, and there will be nothing "extraordinary" about her. She will not have riches unimaginable. She'll be normal just like I am. I mean, the best erotic stories for me are based on real people, not Barbie-doll type characters.*

I awoke to find myself naked in my bed, my body finding refreshment in the crisp, cold sheets. The bedroom window was opened, letting in the crisp Autumn morning breeze.

I felt different though. Instead of lazily dragging myself out of bed, I woke up feeling like I had been issued a new body--like I had been dipped in the cool waters of some ocean far away while I slept and dreamt. Instead of seeing my sheets in order and my pillows relatively neat, I wiped the sleep out of my eyes to find that my bed looked like I had been in a mixed martial arts fight on it.

I looked around trying to orient myself and saw him walk naked from my bathroom. A panic arose in me, almost crippling me before I realized that he wasn't some stranger or rapist who had one hell of a night with me while I was drugged up. A smile came from his luscious lips, showcasing his opalescent teeth in a knowing and mischievous grin. His thick and wavy hair was amazingly perfect, still in its carefully coiffed position. I instinctively felt at my natural ringlets, suddenly conscious that I might look like the bride of Frankenstein. I surveyed him quickly, yet carefully taking in the detail of his naked body. His chest was hairless and defined. He was not a "hard-body," but his physique was perfect. His chest was toned and his arms muscular. I could see hints of what could one day be a "six-pack" for abs and I thanked God for this fortune. His legs were strong and his skin tone was that of caramel, like the kind that I drizzle on ice cream on the nights I stay in. He crawled into bed with me slowly, taking his time to intimidate me with his grin, which spoke of so many pleasures from the night before and the many more to come in a minute.

I couldn't help but smile. It was clear it was a one night stand and when I got a whiff of his cologne, I remembered where I met him.

The night before I met a girlfriend at a Mexican restaurant in a ritzy side of town. We decided to talk about men and her many issues with them. I had been single for some time and happily enjoying a sexless single life which was engulfed by hours upon hours at work. We sat close to an open area in the restaurant, obviously meant for performances. Three latino men stepped out to get set up and I paid no attention at first as I was greeted by a shorter, stubbier gentleman and a taller, stubbier man both with dark complexions and black hair that reminded me of onyx. They had big, bushy mustaches and were sweating profusely under their black mariachi outfits. I began to console her about her latest drama on the internet with her lover, when he walked in. I spotted him in the corner of my eye and looked in his direction almost like he commanded me to stop mid-sentence so that I might stare at him.

We held each other's gaze for some seconds before she tapped me and demanded I finish with my advice. I tried to continue but I kept looking at him, hoping and confirming that he indeed was looking back at me. He smiled at me and I knew it was on.

For 30 minutes, he sang to the crowded restaurant, every once in a while stealing a chance to sing directly to me. I felt uncomfortable that I was aroused to the point of being wet. I hadn't even talked to him and my body longed to take him in.

They finished their last song and thanked everyone before they began setting up to leave. I got up meekly and went to the bar, hoping to get a shot of tequila and a glass of Chardonnay to calm my nerves and my arousal.

I smelled him before he even spoke and got close to me. He smelled sweet and musky. He smelled like seduction and my arousal engulfed me like a tidal wave. I sipped on my wine and he came up next to me to ask for a glass of water. He drank thirstily and looked at me. I didn't have the courage to look back, so I stared at my BlackBerry trying my best to shrink or disappear.

"What's your name?" He asked smiling at me.

"Lucky. What's yours?"

"Carlos. Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you," and I shook his extended hand. We stood there talking for several minutes before I remembered my friend. I thought better of going back and told her that I would have to leave as something came up at the office. I wanted him badly now and had to get him. We spoke about random things, all the while drinking and laughing at the craziness of our lives.

He wasn't from here. He was from Monterey, Mexico. His family was well-off but he chose to go to school here in the US. He loved singing and music, but with accented English and little interest in latino singers, he played gigs at restaurants and weddings to satisfy his passion. We talked for 30 minutes before he touched my hand, as if he was pleading to have me. I grabbed my keys and asked if he wanted to come back to my place for a nightcap. He readily acquiesced.

He followed me to my apartment, and as we got into the elevator to go to my place on the 10th floor, I wanted to renege on my invitation for fear that he would be some axe murderer. There was something in his touch that reassured me when he took my hand in his.

We got settled and sat on my couch while we sipped a Merlot I bought the night before. He said something funny because I laughed a throaty laugh only to find him staring at me. I stopped abruptly and tried to change the subject when he pulled me close to him and kissed me. His lips were soft and moist, and tasted like the Merlot we were drinking. His tongue was hungry and searching and I faded into the scent of his cologne and the pomade in his hair. I was instantly overcome by passion and lust and hungry need for what he wanted to give me. I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt slowly, looking at him and beckoning him to follow me to my room. It seems like the walk took forever, each button seemed to multiply so that my shirt stayed on longer. He walked behind me slowly, surveying my every move like a lion does its prey in the jungle. He was going to take me. He wasn't going to let me give myself to him. I didn't want to either. I wanted him to exercise his force. I turned around to face him and sat back down on my bed, throwing my shirt on the floor. I threw off my shoes, laid back and pulled down my pencil skirt. I sat up and he was undressing, exposing his beautiful body. I held my breath, and I felt my mouth water. I was soaking in between my legs. He must have smelled my essence because his pants came flying off and pushed me back onto the bed.

We writhed and kissed our way under my comforter and it was as if someone said, "Go" because we raced to begging pleasing each other.

He took my hands and pinned them down on the bed next to the bed as he rose up as if he wanted me to see him before he proceeded to give it to me. He licked my neck and then slowly licked his way down to my right breast. He nibbled my breast a little before licking and sucking on my nipple. I groaned with pleasure and he slid his tongue horizontally to my left breast, where he flicked my left nipple to a rock hardness. I moaned again, begging him to put "it" in. I gave him a condom from my nightstand and he put it on to his already throbbing member.

He had no trouble sliding into my wetness and every hair on my body stood. I had goosebumps and I felt as if I was going to cry. He was large and perfectly endowed. He was not too small or too large, just right. With every thrust, he would find my g-spot making it even harder for me to keep some kind of composure. He moaned and whispered "mami" to me gently as he made his campaign to bring me to orgasm. He licked my lips as I felt the onset of my first climax. I grabbed the sheets and took his soft, well-manicured fingers into my mouth and sucked them as I stared into his eyes, daring him to bring me to orgasm again.

He stopped and turned me over, and positioned me on my knees. Before I had a chance to get excited at the prospect of backshots, my favorite position, he forced his way inside of me and his need became more urgent. He gripped my size 10 hips and thrusted in deeper than before, intent on dominating me. He would motion in and out and then as I would come, he would only go in half-way, before going as deep as he could. His hands moved up from hips to my neck where he tried to bring my head backwards so that he could whisper and tease me further.

"You like that, mami? Te gusta, si? You're so wet. I love that you're spilling all over my pinga."

"Yeah, papi. I love it. Give me all of it! Don't stop." I felt like I was dripping all over him. The release was so powerful. He was relentless. He pulled my hair gently and scratched my back softly. He would grab my breasts from behind and play with them while he let his will be done on me sexually.

I came at least four times, each time more mind-blowing than the other. My final orgasm brought his on as well. He moaned loudly, matching my screams. My house could've burned down and I wouldn't have known any better. I was on cloud 9. He collapsed next to me, sweating and his forehead damp. After a few minutes we came down from our nirvana/euphoria and looked at each other with smiles.

We kissed and we talked before falling asleep in each other's arms. The night would bring more lovemaking that would knock me out when we were through.

To be continued...

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