Dear Brian,
I am in Houston this week.
I found love... at least for a few hours Tuesday night. A cute little Mexican girl, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She was at the bar all alone. I struck up a conversation with her in Spanish (yes, I am bilingual in addition to being bisexual). We spoke for about forty-five minutes. She told me her whole life story about how she left Juarez because it was so dangerous there, she hated her parents, she was all alone, blah, blah, blah...
The bar was empty, just the two of us and the bartender. He wasn't paying close attention to us. Her name was Velaria. She started to become emotional as she told me about breaking up with her boyfriend to come to Houston. I leaned into her and gave her a sympathetic hug and kiss on the cheek. Then I took a chance and kissed her on the lips. Her lips opened and our tongues started to interlock. I guided her hand under my dress. The bartender still didn't notice. She pulled back and I whispered that it was okay, that I like it and it felt nice. She was wearing jean shorts. I reached out and rubbed her through her shorts. I paid both of our tabs and invited her to my room.
The hotel, The CityPlace Marriott is one of the nicer hotels in Houston. My room is a suite with an oversized bathtub. There was an assortment of bath salts that made the water fizz. Velaria started to strip. I didn't even have to coax her... she was into this. She stood naked in front of me. Her bush was thick. I guess they don't groom in Mexico, it looked like a ferret was climbing up her belly LOL. It didn't matter to me, I was going to make her suck my pussy after we soaked in the tub for a while. We climbed into the tub and I soaped her down, paying special attention to the fur between her legs. She started to scream in Spanish. It worked me up into a froth.
We dried off and spent about two hours in bed. She had no clue what to do and was fascinated with my bald pussy. Not to worry though. By the time she left my room, I was sure that mine was not the last clit she would taste. Once I was able to muddle my way through the jungle between her legs, she had quite a responsive little cunt. She left around midnight. As she was walking out, she told me that in the morning she was going to shave to look like me. I told her to come back the next night so I could see it.
I didn't expect her to come back, but she did.
She looked different. She went out yesterday and had her hair done for our "date" last night. I didn't know we had a date but, apparently, she thought when I told her to come back, that this was something special. Well, I guess it was kind of special. She showed up at my hotel room and spent the night. She didn't shave though. In her broken English, she said she was too nervous and didn't want to cut anything off. Whatever...
She barely got through the door when she started to leave a trail of clothes on the floor leading to the bed. That is quite a pelt between her legs! I, being the perfect hostess that I am, didn't want her to feel out of place, so I did the same thing leaving a trail of clothes.