My Wet Hot... Spring Break Pt. 01

He perked up at the suggestion, and asked if I meant all four of us or just him and me, and I responded in a low whisper, "Solos". He nodded, grabbing my hand as he stood up. I didn't quite follow the rest of the conversation, but from what I gathered, he told Diego and Carlos that he and I were leaving together. Their response was a mixture of disappointment and lewd smirking as Santiago and I walked away.

Once we were on our own, Santiago asked me where I wanted to go. I had no idea. I was high on adrenaline and I was willing to do almost anything at this point, but I was also starting to have flashes of fear. What the hell was I doing? I'm going off alone with some random guy I don't know in a foreign country? A foreign country that is famous for kidnapping American girls? What on earth was my plan here?

Santiago didn't seem like a genuinely scary guy, and so far he hadn't been pushing me to do anything. It had all been me. But I couldn't stop the racing thoughts. At the same time, I wanted this. I wanted to have an experience. An experience that wasn't sanctioned by my overbearing mother. One that was all mine.

So I finally suggested that we find a hotel. We went up to the front desk of the first one we found, but Santiago didn't have enough money. Technically, I had a credit card with me and quite possibly enough cash to cover an hour or two in a hotel, but there was no fucking way I was going to leave a paper trail that I had rented a hotel room in the middle of the day in Mexico. So I told him I didn't have any money either. He was a bit irritated at that, but accepted it. It was probably a smart decision to say that I didn't have any money, though. Chances are he was harmless, but since I was already being reckless, probably good to not paint a target on my back by flaunting wealth. I consoled myself with that thought as we walked away from the hotel to find somewhere else.

We wandered through the streets, neither of us really knowing what to do. I started to get that bored feeling again. This was not going to end with me walking through a street with a guy! I was at least going to kiss him, dammit.

Not long after that, Santiago led us to a park. It seemed relatively empty, though there were a few pedestrians walking through. We stopped on a bench and sat down to get our bearings a bit.

Not wanting to let the moment pass, I looked deeply into Santiago's eyes, daring him to kiss me. He leaned over with his full weight, pushing his tongue into my mouth in a wet, slobbery kiss. It wasn't exactly the romantic moment I had fantasized about, but hey, it was something. His breath tasted like stale cigarettes and his hands were rough as they explored the outside of my clothing. Part of me wanted to spit out the cigarette-flavored saliva and go back to the safety of my hotel, but at this point I was too determined. Dammit, he's going to be my prince charming, I thought to myself. Even if I have to pretend he's someone else. I tried to think about anything besides the cigarette taste.

As his coarse hands were grabbing at my breasts, a couple passed close by on the path through the park. Shit. This wasn't going to work. It was too exposed.

Santiago grabbed my hand and led me further into the woods, deeper into the park. We found ourselves seated on an old abandoned stone wall off the main path, in an area that seemed a bit more secluded, and we settled back into our kissing.

This time, instead of outside my shirt, Santiago's hand found its way to the edge of my skirt. His muscled arms pried my inexperienced thighs apart and he placed his middle finger on the outside of my panties and started to rub, rough and fast.

It had been only a few months since I had first even explored my own body enough to reach an orgasm, so I was hardly an expert on the subject at this point. But even from my relative inexperience, I could tell that what Santiago was doing wasn't going to lead to any sort of climax. Yet, despite his clumsiness and roughness, I found myself growing more and more excited. I was getting used to the cigarette taste, and I started to let myself make noises.

As soon as I started to moan, Santiago grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his erection through his jeans, but I didn't quite know what to do with it. I moved my hand in circles against the bulge in his pants as he slid his finger past my panties and rubbed hard against a spot about an inch above my clit.

Frustrated and embarrassed, I didn't know what to do, but I started to feel that bored feeling creep in again. Santiago seemed to be feeling just as frustrated, so he moved my hand away from his crotch and unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing uncircumcised cock from his pants as he sat next to me on the stone wall.

That was the first penis I'd seen up close like that. I was entranced as I watched him start to stroke himself. He grabbed my hand and pushed it against his cock, and I did my best to stroke it as he had been doing. But my motion was stiff and jerky, and I didn't know what I should be doing. My hand fell still around his cock as he continued to poke around with his hand under my skirt. It wasn't working.

Santiago finally stood up and awkwardly squeezed his torso between my legs, pulling my panties to the side. His knees were bent at an odd angle because the height of the wall just slightly too low, but he managed to almost line himself up. I could feel his thick cock pressing up against the delicate folds of my pussy, but again, he had placed it much too high. He started thrusting, several inches away from my opening, growing ever more frustrated as he couldn't seem to find my entrance.

All the while, I wasn't even sure if I was ready to have full blown sex. I'd never even held a cock in my hands before today. And what about condoms? Do they use condoms in Mexico? All of my insecurities and fears started tumbling back through my mind as I realized the stupidity of the situation I had put myself in. What if I get pregnant? I can't have a baby at eighteen! I can't have sex with this guy without a condom! And what about STDs? What the hell was I thinking?

Santiago readjusted himself, lowering and pushing his cock closer to my opening, but still with no success at actually penetrating me. Even when he lined it up perfectly, the angle I was sitting at wouldn't let him inside me. And with my tumbling thoughts, I was not really any help. He kept kissing me, with more intensity and force, his tongue almost choking me as it explored the back of my throat.

I glanced down at my watch, realizing it was nearly 4:30. Shit! I told my mom I'd be back by five o'clock! Finally realizing and accepting that it just wasn't going to happen today, I told Santiago that I needed to leave.

He was not happy with that idea. He groaned at me, thrusting harder against the outside of my pussy and grabbing my tits with urgency. He placed his mouth against my ear, grunting "Necessito acabar."

Being a decent Spanish learner, and also someone who enjoyed saying curse words in foreign languages, I knew exactly what he had just said to me. It titillated me, hearing someone tell me they needed to cum. A shiver ran through my body, culminating at my clit as I suddenly ached with sexual need. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to see him cum. This was what I had been wanting, all this time. This was it.

But I still didn't want him to cum inside me. The threat of disease and pregnancy was too much. I stood up and kissed him firmly on the mouth, and leaned up against a nearby tree. I pulled up my top, exposing my breasts, and said "Okay". He seemed to know what I meant for him to do, and he immediately grabbed my right tit with one hand and started pumping his other rapidly up and down the length of his cock.

I gasped for air as the sensation of his hand on my nipple sent tingling shock waves through my body. My clit spasmed with excitement as I watched Santiago jerk himself while he grabbed me and stared at me with such animal urgency. His eyes never left my breasts as he continued to pump his hand up and down the length of his now purple and engorged cock. He started moaning as his hand sped up, and finally, his eyes clenched closed in a grimace as his hand twisted my nipple and he spent himself onto the ground in front of me, some of it landing on my foot and leg. I watched as spurt after spurt of white fluid splattered onto the leaves, moaning with pleasure of my own as I watched him pump the last few drops from his cock, his hand still firmly on my breast.

After he had finished, Santiago grabbed me around the waist and kissed me fiercely up against the tree. I sighed as waves of exhilaration crashed over me. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I felt like I could probably cum right there if I had even a few minutes to myself.

But no. I needed to get back to the hotel. I would need to hurry if I was going to make it back by five. I told Santiago again that I needed to leave. He mutely agreed, and he walked me back toward my hotel. I was a bit worried about leading him all the way back, because I wasn't sure I wanted him to know exactly where I was staying. But I couldn't figure out a way to get him to leave. Finally reaching the main road, I told him that I could find my way back from there.

Saying goodbye, he leaned in, roughly shoving me up against the building at the corner into another violent kiss. Moaning slightly, I closed my eyes kissed him back, letting one leg lift up around his ass as he pushed himself against me. Overwhelmed by the intense feeling of power and freedom I was feeling, I slowly allowed my eyes to open once more.

I realized in horror that I was looking straight into the angry eyes of my mother, who, accompanied by a couple of my teammates, had just turned down the street to find me making out with a random dude on a street corner.

Kaitlyn and Roach had apparently been leaving the hotel lobby right when my mom decided she needed to go down to the market to find me, despite the fact that it wasn't even after five yet.

Kaitlyn's eyes were wide as she took in the scene of me making out with a random guy, and Roach looked like she was about to burst out laughing. Thankfully, my mom is allergic to outright confrontation, preferring to have her fights in the privacy and safety of her own space. So, instead of yelling at me in front of my teammates, she simply pursed her lips in the usual way, her hand on one hip as she watched me with disapproval. Acutely aware of the splatter of semen drying on my leg, I quickly disentangled myself from Santiago's embrace. Using whatever presence of mind was left to me, I somehow managed to overcome my terror and I actually had the audacity to introduce Santiago to my mother, and vice versa.

I think my mom was as shocked by that fact as I was, and she was surprisingly polite to him as I made the most awkward introduction of my life. At the end, I was quick to say "adios" to Santiago, and I walked back to the Hacienda with my mom in complete silence while Kaitlyn and Roach left toward town.

To this day, my mom has never said anything to me about that interaction with Santiago. She never asked where I met him, what we did, or anything else. I think she's blocked it out of her memory.

But I certainly didn't block it out.

In fact, I was still so turned on by the whole affair that as soon as I returned to the hotel room and my mom went out on the balcony with my dad, I laid down on the couch in the hotel room and my mind wandered back over the events of the day. Acutely aware that my parents were out on the porch, only separated from me by a thin sheeting, I shoved my hand between my legs and started furiously rubbing. And unlike Santiago, I knew exactly where my clit was.

After the adrenaline rush of being caught by my mom compounded with the intense arousal I'd experienced earlier when Santiago jerked off beside me, I was sopping wet. My fingers slid through the folds of my aching pussy, encircling my clit and sending spasms of pleasure through my entire body.

I closed my eyes, remembering the feeling in the park as Santiago grabbed my breast and came all over the ground, and brought myself to a quick, urgent, pulsating orgasm. I could barely keep myself from screaming as the waves of pleasure overtook me, and I pressed my mouth into the side of the couch to muffle the high-pitched squeaks that escaped. Knowing that my parents could walk back in at any moment only made me cum harder and faster.

After my climax, I collapsed into the couch and stared up at the ceiling, lost in delirium and amazement at what I had done that day. It had been dangerous. Reckless. Amazing. Powerful.

As I relaxed, prone on the hotel couch, I felt a sense of calm confidence wash over me. I made that happen today. I decided something, on my own, and I did it. Maybe it hadn't been the smartest decision, and it easily could have gone horribly wrong, but it had been fine. More than fine!

After I caught my breath, I stood up in front of the hotel mirror. Where before I had seen a meek, naive school girl, now I saw something new taking root. I had experienced what it felt like to make a decision. To take control of my own future.

I had a taste for it now.

End.

Author's Note: Quinn's story will continue in several sequels, so stay tuned! Thanks for reading! If you have any feedback, comments or questions, I would love to hear from you! My contact information is available in my bio.