Reunion - Mexico City Ch. 07

It turned out that Jorge was a senior executive of the state owned oil company PDVSA, and was in Mexico to negotiate a "Strategic Association," with PEMEX, the big state owned oil company. Over a drink, Jorge explained the background for his visit which I later summarized for Maribeth's benefit.

Venezuela officially nationalized its oil industry in 1976. This was the birth of Petróleos de Venezuela S.A. (PDVSA).

PDVSA was in the process of splitting extraction rights with multiple multinational companies in special arrangements called "strategic associations", in effect trading Venezuelan crude oil for the efficiency that came from outside expertise and technology.

While Jorge described his position as a senior executive in PDVSA, it was never really clear to me exactly what his responsibilities were apart from this negotiation. I brought him generally up to date on my activities without ever specifying who our acquisition target was. Unlike the conversation with Don Ernesto, we had no mutual acquaintances to speak of, which demonstrated to me how apart the different worlds of government and commerce were. We did, however, have shared experiences with negotiating with Mexicans.

Since it was approaching the dinner hour, it was only right that we invited Jorge and Valentina to join us. There was one restaurant in the hotel we hadn't tried. The Palms was located one floor below and was reputed to be a pretty good steakhouse. A quick call confirmed a reservation and a few minutes later we walked down a wide set of stairs to the entrance.

Once we were seated, we were surprised to learn that the Palms was also what's known as a churrasquería. More famous in Brazil and Argentina than Mexico, churrasquería's feature grilled meats of various kinds; beef, pork, veal, lamb and chicken, on platters which servers circulate around the restaurant. A side buffet is available for salads, side dishes and desserts. I seated Maribeth and told her that had I known about this, we'd have eaten here earlier.

We were seated at a table by another of the hotel's huge windows that had the same view of the city we had in the bar. It was a clear night and from our perch, it was beautiful. After a drink order, the meats started coming by and each platter placed before us looked more delicious than the last. We all opted for small portions so that we could sample as many as possible.

The conversation was dominated by the women, but Jorge started it by asking Maribeth about her work in clinical psychology. Most of her narrative I had already heard, but, as always, I learned something new. I don't remember the segue to Valentina's pottery, but we ended up listening to her describe what she'd done and was doing for most of the rest of the dinner.

The highlight of the meal occurred over dessert, when, to my surprise, I felt her hand on my thigh and then moved over my lap, touching and feeling. Maribeth had never done anything remotely like this before and I looked questioningly in her direction. She was actively engaged in the conversation and wasn't even looking in my direction, but her hand was busy, hidden by the table cloth, squeezing and caressing my cock through my pants. I wondered if this semi-public fondling was one of the "images" she'd alluded to earlier.

When the check came, she gave me one last squeeze and then she and Valentina left together to visit the ladies room. I looked at Jorge and he was looking back at me with his chin resting on his folded hands. "Does she always do that to you?" he asked innocently, and I said, "no, definitely not, but something happened recently that I think has sparked her imagination."

He nodded and quipped, "Well if you can bottle it, you'll make a fortune." I nodded and thought that Maribeth would probably be embarrassed to no end if she knew she hadn't been as circumspect as she'd thought. Soon, the ladies were back and hugs and good-byes were exchanged all around and we headed to the elevators.

Back in the room, Maribeth wasted no time. The door had barely clicked close before she was in my arms, her lips frantically searching for mine. "Oh God...I've been turned on all day... you can't imagine the images that have been flashing through my mind."

"Well, if your little demonstration at dinner was any indication, I can sort of take a guess."

I guided Maribeth to the couch while I raided the honor bar for two small bottles of Chardonnay. I shucked my jacket and sat down next to her. We clinked glasses and I said, "tell me some more."

Maribeth took a sip of the wine and said, "while we were at lunch, Valentina told me that before she married Jorge, she had done some modeling." At this revelation, I thought that I could definitely see that. Valentina had the body and she seemed to move gracefully, exactly as I envisioned models did.

Maribeth continued, "Well we'd had a couple of drinks, when Valentina started telling me about one shoot where the photographer talked her into doing some nude shots. She said that she'd never done anything like that, but he was handsome and he had a female assistant, so she felt safer than if they had been alone."

I noted that, as she was relating the story, she was nonchalantly and slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Valentina said they had taken a number of shots with her in erotic poses; legs crossed, an arm obscuring her breasts, shots of her back and so forth, but gradually they became more revealing. The female assistant was moving lighting and adjusting a wrap that was being used as a prop. Several times it seemed to Valentina that when the woman's fingers touched her skin, that they lingered a little longer than necessary.

Maribeth had finished unbuttoning her blouse, and when she pulled it slightly aside, I thought I knew what to expect, but it turned out to be one of her "surprise" purchases. what she revealed was a pretty black bra, which I later learned is called a Talulah. It had wire and lace undercups which were designed to uplift and compress for maximum cleavage, but that was it. Much of Maribeth's breasts were exposed including her nipples which were already hard.

Still lost in the story she was telling me, I saw one of her hands slide up and press against her bare flesh and tweak a nipple. "Valentina told me that with each more revealing shot, she became aware of her own arousal, and she was debating with herself whether she should stop or continue, when she felt lips kiss the back of her neck. When she looked around, the assistant had shed her clothes and moved in behind her. For the next several minutes she was kissed all over her body while the photographer keep shooting."

"Wow!" I said, "So what was Valentina's reaction to all of this?"

"She said she was just swept away by the sensuousness of the situation. A woman she'd never even been introduced to kissing her breasts and lips and moving slowly down her body and the photographer catching every moment."

"Did Valentina kiss her back?" I wanted to know.

"She said she didn't, but her body was certainly responding to the feeling of being made love to. The breaking point came when the photographer moved in close and almost without thinking she'd reached out and touched him over his jeans. She said it just seemed so natural, to want to share the intense feelings that were coursing through her body, and what happened next was predictable."

I moved closer on the couch and turned Maribeth's body, so that I could replace her fondling hand with my own. She let her head fall back on my shoulder and let me play unassisted as she continued.

"Soon Valentina said, she found herself sitting propped up against the wall and the assistant had buried her face in Valentina's pussy and the photographer's hard cock was bobbing just inches in front of her face. Oh God....as she talked, I was imagining the scene.... sort of as a spectator...

You know, from the side. But when she described how she had voluntarily leaned forward and taken him in her mouth, all of a sudden... I was her. It was my mouth that was being filled and my pussy that was being eaten."

With these last words, I felt Maribeth take a deep breath and let it out in a long moan of remembered pleasure.

I had moved from simple fondling and squeezing of Maribeth's spongy tit, to more direct stimulation of her engorged nipple. When I rolled and pinched, I felt her body jerk in response and I imagined electricity coursing through her body.

"Did Valentina return the woman's favors and did she and the photographer get it on?" I asked.

"She said that she'd fucked him and the woman guided him into Valentina's pussy, be she said that she wasn't really into the woman/woman thing, but she did admit that she'd never been eaten as expertly as the assistant had done."

"I guess when you have the same equipment, it's easy to know where to fill the oil," I quipped, and this got an agreeing nod from Maribeth.

"So did you then tell her about our little photoshoot in Dallas?"

I really couldn't see her face, but I again felt her take a deep breath, and was aware that she was nodding her head.

"Yes, it seemed like we were sisters who had agreed to trade secrets. She seemed very interested when I told her about some of the poses you had suggested, and wanted to know what I was thinking each time."

She continued, "Last night and today, my mind, my imagination, my whole idea of who I am has been thrown up in the air and is drifting down like a bunch of confetti. I just can't get your question out of my head."

"How would you feel about exposing yourself if I wasn't there?"

"Of course, I would never... but the other side of the question is why do I find it so damned exciting to picture myself that way when you are? I remember I said something like I'd want to do it for you! and that's true, but it seemed like there's more...Oh God...so many thoughts.... so many pictures"

Maribeth turned so she was looking deep into my eyes. "Remember, you told me the story about... I think it was Karen, who told you once that she never felt more like a woman than when she was first on her knees with your cock in her mouth?"

Indeed I remembered that incident and later, telling Maribeth about it one evening not long ago.

Maribeth's eyes remained laser locked on mine. "Well, to be honest, I heard it, but I really couldn't understand why she would say that." Maribeth paused and I saw her eyes begin to tear up, and her speech got raspy and her lips began to tremble. "I don't know... last night... this afternoon... tonight at dinner.... thinking about you.... thinking about your masculine strength.... what it does to me.... what I want....what I desire." Maribeth paused for a long time and it seemed that her words would form, just to die on her lips, but then I saw her gather herself and in the next moment a new Maribeth emerged.

"Now I understand... Karen had it right... we're equal, but we're not. My desires are not always yours and my fulfillment is different from yours. Inside women, now buried very deep inside, is a need to please...and to be valued for our female essence. Karen discovered that place was on her knees sucking your maleness into her.... and.... and....I...want that... too.

Was I shocked? You bet. Thinking back over the years, I'd had a few women in my life who, in the heat of passion, had looked up and said, "I want to suck your cock," but I had never had someone describe the physiological basis for wanting to do so.

I brought Maribeth's body close and kissed her gently. I wanted her to know that I was acknowledging her thoughts and what? Confession? Enlightenment? I didn't know. But I knew it was important to treasure this wonderful person who was brightening my life in ways she couldn't fathom.

I reached up and slid her blouse off her shoulders which revealed her body from the waist up. I took a moment to acknowledge her choice of undergarments and told her how sexy she looked, and she did. The bra was doing everything it was designed to do and I took a couple of minutes to just look at her. Then getting up, I went to the dresser and got my camera. This was a moment I was determined to capture.

I had Maribeth sit up and turn her body slightly so I was seeing her at about a one quarter angle. Her blouse was bunched around her waist as she hadn't yet removed her arms. Her tits were thrust forward and squeezed by her bra and if anything her nipples had gotten more rigid. By having her turn her face and smile, I took one of my very favorite pictures of her.

I turned the camera and showed Maribeth the result. She looked at her image for a moment and looked up with a wide smile. "Does it please you?" She wanted to know.

"My God, you're gorgeous," was my honest response.

For the next few minutes, the camera was busy chronoling Maribeth's loss of clothing and when she was done, I posed her several places around the room, but it was a modest photoshoot compared to our session in Dallas.

I was still dressed in all but my jacket, when Maribeth took my hand and led me to the end of the bed. Then she kneeled on the carpet and looked up into my eyes.

"We're going to test Karen's hypothesis," Maribeth stated as she began to lower the zipper of my trousers. When it reached bottom, she snaked her hand into the breech and wiggled around my underwear until her fingers found the fleshy tube she was seeking, then pulling it out, she gazed at her find.

"I love to look at you," Maribeth stated, and she actually licked her lips when she gazed up. I had firmed somewhat from our picture taking, became more so when I felt Meribeth's fingers and now that she was holding me I sensed blood rushing into the muscle she encircled with her hand.

Of course, Maribeth had performed oral sex with me on numerous pleasurable occasions in the past, but this was the first time I was experiencing it in such a masculine dominate position. It would not have been something that I would have independently suggested, but this was Maribeth playing out her fantasy, so I was pleased to let her go with it.

Looking down, my cock announced my arousal in a stark display. I was protruding from my open fly and Maribeth was shifting her gaze between my eyes and the rigid flesh. As I watched she opened her mouth and placed the head on her lower lip and touched just the tip with her tongue, then locking her eyes with mine, she leaned forward enough to engulf about two inches of my shaft. When her lips sealed me inside and I sensed the warmth of her, I threw my head back and moaned a long "aaaahh.... that's so good."

Ladies, let me tell you. You can give no greater pleasure to a man than when you've engulfed his penis in your mouth, you continue to look into his eyes as you stroke him. Maribeth was doing just that. While her tongue circled my glans and pushed me against her cheeks and palate, her eyes never left mine except to occasionally check her progress. My hands, with nothing else to do, caressed her hair and played with her ears.

Electricity was coursing through my body as Maribeth began to use an actual sucking technique, pursing her lips as she applied suction and then using her tongue to swipe against the sensitive area under the helmet. Over the years we'd been lovers she'd perfected her technique to the point that she seemed to know exactly where to touch or apply pressure for my maximum pleasure.

Maribeth's own saliva was providing most of the lubrication, but soon, I could feel pre cum seeping from my cock and I looked at Maribeth who had altered her tonguing to sweep over my tip and lap up this leakage. This was one of the few times she spoke. "You taste wonderful," she said removing me from her mouth so that I could see the oily coating she'd just applied to her lips.

For the next several minutes, Maribeth would alternate between concentrating primarily on the head of my cock with lips and tongue and taking me deeper into her mouth and squeezing her lips around the base of my shaft. It wasn't a true deep throat move, because neither she, nor I, ever understood the real attraction of that, but it was a satisfying change of pace.

When I felt the first change of sensitivity that signaled the onset of my release, Maribeth seemed to be aware of it without the need for words and I felt her pace quicken. I was pistoning into her mouth but the motion was coming from her, not from me. Maribeth had experienced the feeling of rigidity I attain in the seconds before release and I knew she was aware that she was bringing me to terminal velocity.

I had assumed that the end would be deep in her mouth as had occurred many times before, but on this trip and especially on this day, Maribeth added a wrinkle we'd never tried, and frankly I'd never considered. Seconds away from cumming, she pulled me from the wet confines of her mouth, looked into my eyes and said, "Jack off for me."

I was well past the point of negotiating this deal, so I grabbed my straining cock and applied the last few strokes. I could see Maribeth open her mouth and lean forward to receive what I was about to donate.

The first eruption missed and landed on her upper lip, but the next two strong streams flew into her open mouth and coated her tongue. Her eyes were fixed on my shaft as three ever weaker spurts leaked over her lower lip and onto her chin, eventually falling in a stream to land on the slope of her breasts. I continued to beat my flesh for a minute after my semen had been exhausted and when I stopped, Maribeth leaned forward and took the head of my cock between her lips. When she sealed her mouth around me, I could see a pearly drop leak out the side of her mouth and run down to her chin.

A few seconds later, she removed a very much deflated cock from her mouth and kissed the head before again looking up at me. She used her fingers to push wayward droplets back into her mouth and gave me a memorable cum coated smile.

I pulled her to her feet as she was swallowing the last of my offering and I wasted no time in kissing her deeply on her mouth. I was truly lost for words and I didn't try to be eloquent, rather I stripped down as quickly as possible and led Maribeth toward the shower. She pulled a plastic hair cap from one of the vanity's drawers and I got the shower up to temp.

I lovingly washed her face and kissed all of the features I found there; eyes, nose, cheeks, ears, chin and of course her lips. We embraced and caressed, eventually with soapy hands. Team showers have been a regular part of our relationship and we've elevated them to a high art form. Most of the time, we engage post cotis, as we were that evening, but sometimes they've been the appetizer instead of the dessert.

For me it was a relaxing come down for what had been one of the most surprising love making sessions of our "reunion." Although I was the physical winner of the evening, Maribeth seemed very satisfied and bubbly. We actually said very little in the way of words, but hands and lips were busy filling the gap.

It was later, snuggled under the heavy comforter that the question that had been uppermost in my mind was finally addressed.

Maribeth scrunched against my shoulder and her hand reached to caress my cheek. Her eyes looked up and she said, "I think Karen was right. I did experience a great rush of what? .... I think I'd call it, 'female power.' When you were in my mouth, it was.... like I had you... you couldn't get away, I knew there was no place else you wanted to be, and that was... satisfying... very... satisfying. Yes, it made me feel cherished... and needed... and loved... and very, very female. So yes... I endorse what Karen said, but I do think that it matters... it matters a lot... who's cock you're sucking."