Chapter 59: América del Sur, Parte III

October 14, 2000, Buenos Aires, Argentina

When we entered the hotel, Estrella walked towards the elevators while I went to the desk to retrieve my room key. Once I had it, I made my way to the elevators and we stepped through open doors into an empty car. I pressed the button for my floor and we rode up, exiting when the doors opened again. We walked down the hall, I used my key to let us into the room, then went to get the ice bucket which I filled from the unit in the hallway. When I returned, I put the «¡Por favor no molestar!» placard on the door, then closed it and turned the lock.

“Do you want something to drink?” I asked. “I have a complimentary bottle of Argentinian red wine, and there are soft drinks in the minibar which are included in my rewards program.”

“Rewards program?”

“For staying at InterContinental hotels regularly as a member of the Six Continents Club. I get a free suite upgrade, complimentary drinks, and other things. There’s a box of chocolates on the table, too.”

“Wine is OK,” she said.

I got the bottle and found the corkscrew by the minibar, and opened the bottle. I poured some in each glass, reminding myself that I was once again taking in too many sugars and complex carbohydrates. I’d record it, along with all my food diary and take my lumps from Mary, Jessica, and, very likely, Birgit.

“You’re here until Wednesday, right?” Estrella asked after she took a sip of her wine.

“Yes. My flight to Sāo Paulo is at 6:30pm. The hotel suggested leaving here about 4:00pm. What hours are you in school?”

“None this coming week. It’s our mid-term break. There are no classes. You have to work both days, yes?”

“Yes, but if all goes smoothly, I may have Tuesday off.”

“I’ll go home tomorrow, and tell my mom I’ve decided to stay with my cousin for the week. I’ve done that before and it won’t concern them.”

“You’re sure they won’t check on you?”

“They trust my cousin, and if they call, she’ll say I’m out or sleeping. And I’ll be there while you are working.”

I wanted music, so I got my Powerbook ‘Pismo’ from my bag, booted it into OS 9, then started SoundJam MP and selected a playlist of Chicago songs I’d ripped from CD. I got my portable speakers, plugged the mini RCA plug into the audio jack, and then clicked ‘Play’ in SoundJam.

“Is that a new Macintosh?” she asked as Will You Still Love Me began playing.

“Yes. They were just released in February and I got mine at the end of May.”

“We mostly have Windows computers at school, but I have an iMac at home.”

“What color?” I asked.

“Purple.”

“‘Grape’,” I replied. “You know, we never talked about what your parents do for work.”

“My dad is an engineer for the City of Buenos Aires. So was my grandfather, before he retired. My mom is a Chartered Accountant. What about yours?”

“My dad was in the Navy and owned a number of different companies over the years from laundromats to plumbing. My mom was his secretary and bookkeeper.”

“Is that how they met?”

“No. They met when they were both separately on vacation in Las Vegas. What about your parents?”

“They met in college and married right after graduation.”

“Were you allowed to date once you had your «fiesta de quince»?” I asked.

“Yes, but I haven’t dated anyone the way the American TV shows call ‘going steady’.”

If I made a proper inference, I was in insane ‘luckiest dumb boy’ territory, though it was entirely possible that she’d taken a lover without being steady, though that term had really fallen out of use with my kids and their friends, just as ‘fox’ as a term for a pretty girl had disappeared into the ether.

“I never really went steady with anyone in that way, except for a very short time. Mostly I just dated lots of girls.”

“My sister and my cousin say that being in High School, as you call it, and university, is supposed to be the time to have fun. You worry about a serious relationship afterwards. My cousin is engaged and will marry next year. My sister is having an affair with her professor.”

“I see why you aren’t worried about her spilling the beans!”

“Spilling the beans?”

“Sorry, it means telling your secrets.”

“No. My parents would be MUCH more upset with her for that than for me staying with you tonight! It’s not her first affair. I also know about the other two, both older men, when she was in High School.”

That revelation explained quite a bit, though obviously her initial contact with me hadn’t been for that purpose, as it had been a random contact via the AIM public directory, and I had minimal profile information, just my name and company name. Her first message had been the usual ‘A/S/L’ meaning she knew nothing about me beyond my AIM handle. Both of our glasses were empty, so I poured more wine for each of us as What Kind of Man Would I Be? started.

“You’re a very patient man,” Estrella said.

“I find patience to be a virtue,” I replied with a smile. “And I like to take my time and do things right. I think the phrase is «la noche está en pañales».” (“The night is young!” - lit. “The night is in diapers.”)

“That fits your style, I think,” Estella said. “And it makes sense. Do you know «El Ingenioso Hidalgo Don Quixote de la Mancha»?”

“Yes, though I read it in English. I did see a movie in Spanish, but with subtitles.”

“There’s a saying «El que lee mucho y anda mucho, ve mucho y sabe mucho.»”

“Updating it for modern times, ‘The man who reads a lot and travels a lot, sees a lot and knows a lot’.”

“That’s you, I think. You’ve traveled all over and have seen much, and you are very intelligent. You’re an intelligent, experienced, gentle but virile man, which is exactly what I want!”

“Come sit on the couch,” I said.

We both put our wine glasses on the table and moved to the couch. I sat down and to my surprise, Estrella sat in my lap and put her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her and we gently pressed our lips together. Estrella’s lips parted and our tongues met, and we exchanged a gentle French kiss. In keeping with my desire to take my time and do things right, we spent better than ten minutes kissing before I moved my hand to cup Estrella’s small, firm breast, which was covered by the thin cotton material of her blouse and her bra.

Estrella moaned softly into my mouth as I gently rubbed my thumb over her nipple. Although our destination was obvious, I was in no rush to get there. We spent several more minutes making out before I moved my hand from Estrella’s breast to the top button of her red blouse and deftly unbuttoned it, followed by the second and third button. I slipped my hand inside her blouse and ran my fingers along the soft skin over her collarbone.

I changed my mind about what I wanted to do, so I broke the kiss and helped Estrella from my lap. I stood up, kissed her softly, then finished unbuttoning her blouse. I pushed it from her shoulders and she allowed it to drop to the floor. I kissed her again, then reached around and unhooked her bra. She smiled, crossed her arms, and pushed the straps from her shoulders. She lowered her arms and her bra fell away revealing her lovely small breasts with perfectly smooth areolae which were just slightly darker than the rest of her skin, and which were capped with tiny nipples.

Estrella smiled, raised her hands to my chest, and unbuttoned my polo shirt. She grasped the waist and I raised my arms, allowing her to pull it over my head. She allowed it to drop to the floor, and then I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against mine. We kissed softly for a few minutes before I released Estrella from my arms and moved my hands to unbutton and unzip her jeans. I kissed Estrella again, then pushed her jeans down over her hips. She took a step back and bent down to remove them, then helped me remove my khakis before we embraced once more.

We kissed for a couple of minutes before I broke the kiss, took Estrella’s hand, and led her to the bedroom of the suite where the bed had been turned down by housekeeping while we’d been at dinner. Estrella surprised me by simply removing her red cotton panties revealing a dark triangle of pubic hair and full, glistening labia. I immediately reciprocated by stripping off my briefs, freeing my rock hard erection from constraint. I took Estrella in my arms, crushing her breasts and my dick between us, her pubic hair tickling my shaft.

We kissed, with the kiss showing a bit more urgency as our tongues danced and our hands roamed over each other’s back and butt. Estrella pushed her mons against me, grinding and wiggling, and moaning softly with desire. After a minute, I broke the kiss, lowered my arms, and we climbed into bed. We lay very close side-by-side, and resumed kissing. I ran my hand along Estrella’s side and over her hip, briefly cupping her butt before moving my hand to her shoulder and gently pushing her onto her back.

I shifted a bit and lowered my mouth to her left breast, tracing a circle with my tongue around her perfectly smooth areola, then closing my mouth around her nipple, sucking gently while teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Estrella sighed deeply and ran her hand through my hair as I suckled her lovely breast and slowly trailed my left hand down her side, across her stomach, and to her mons. I pressed gently with my finger on her clitoral hood, then began to trace small circles on it. Estrella gasped at the contact, and gently raised her hips.

A few minutes later, I shifted position again so I could suckle Estrella’s right breast, and slipped my middle finger between her legs. I ran it along her slick labia, but didn’t push it into her. She rocked her hips and spread her legs wider, a clear invitation which I couldn’t refuse. I released her breast, slid down, moved between her legs and planted a soft kiss on her mons, then ran my tongue along her plump, glistening labia.

Estrella moaned softly and pushed her hips up to meet my mouth. I lightly kissed my way from top to bottom of her labia, then stuck out my tongue, pressed the tip between her labia, and slowly licked back to the place where they joined, then teased her clitoris. Estrella moaned louder and I felt her hand on the back of my head, encouraging me, so I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked gently as I gently ran my tongue over it causing Estrella to groan and shudder a few minutes later. When her orgasm passed, I pressed my tongue between her labia and into her tight, warm tunnel.

I detected no sign of a hymen, but that neither confirmed nor denied her status. Her behavior indicated she had some experience, and she certainly hadn’t been shy about getting naked, nor had she reacted to me being naked other than clearly wanting to continue to the obvious destination. I pushed that thought from my mind and simply enjoyed the spicy taste of the juices which were flowing copiously over my tongue and coating my lips and chin. It wasn’t long before she groaned and shuddered and had her second orgasm.

“Steve,” she whispered urgently, “«¡Te necesito!»”” (“I need you!”)

I quickly moved on top of her, positioning my glans against her labia. then lowered my head for a kiss. Estrella wrapped her long legs around my thighs and raised her hips, so I pushed forward, spreading her labia and slowly entering her hot, silky, tight tunnel. Estrella bucked her hips as I pushed forward, taking me fully inside her as we kissed furiously. She wrapped her arms around my back and tightened her legs as I pulled back and when I pushed forward she met my thrust, squeezing me tightly.

We quickly developed a good rhythm that was exactly as she had requested - gentle but powerful. We continued the ancient dance of lovers and I very much enjoyed the sensation of her silky tunnel which created a delicious friction on my shaft. Less than five minutes after I entered her, Estella had a gentle orgasm, though it lasted for quite some time. Her second one was stronger and lasted longer, and the third caused her to cry out as her pussy spasmed around my dick. Her fourth and final orgasm accompanied mine, leaving her gasping for breath as jets of my hot sticky cum coated her insides.

When my orgasm passed, I lowered my head to the pillow next to Estrella as she held me tight to herself and tried to catch her breath. Neither of us moved until I finally softened and slipped from her, at which point I shifted into my usual cuddle position with Estrella lying half on top of me, one arm and one leg thrown over me and her head on my chest. She said nothing, so I remained quiet.

We made love twice more, exactly as we had the first time, with me pleasuring her orally before each time, and when we finished, we fell asleep without any words being spoken.

October 15, 2000, Buenos Aires, Argentina

“«¡Eres maravilloso!»” Estrella sighed when she awoke on Sunday morning. (“You’re wonderful!”)

“«¡Tú también!»” I replied. (“You, too!”)

She raised her head for a kiss, then rested it on my chest where it had been all night. She snuggled close and I tightened my arm around her, pulling her lovely body against mine.

“What would you like to do today?” I asked.

“Stay in bed!” she replied with a deep sigh.

“I’d like that!” I replied. “But don’t you need to go home for a time?”

“Unfortunately,” she replied, then kissed my chest twice.

“We’ll need to get some breakfast, too. And I’d like to use the Jacuzzi, too. And at some point, I need to go to the hotel exercise room.”

“May I stay every night?” she asked expectantly.

“Of course!”

“Good,” she sighed, kissing my chest twice again.

“How about we shower together, get some breakfast, and then figure out our plan?”

“OK.”

We got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I turned on the taps for the shower, adjusted the temperature to as hot as I thought we could stand, went to the toilet and emptied my bladder, then took Estrella’s hand and we went into the large stall. Showering together after sex was one of my favorite things to do, and I carefully and lovingly washed every inch of Estrella’s body, and then she did the same for me, spending a bit more time than necessary washing my genitals, though not quite enough to give me an erection.

When we got out of the shower, I dried Estrella and then she dried me, and then we dressed. When we left the room, I flipped the placard from the ‘Do Not Disturb’ side to the one which asked for the room to be cleaned, and then we took the elevator downstairs so we could have breakfast in the hotel’s casual restaurant.

“We should go to my cousin’s place,” Estrella said as we ate. “It’s not too far from my parents’ house. You can wait there while I go home. It would be difficult to explain if you were with me.”

I nodded, “I understand.”

“And what would you tell my sister?” she asked with a slight smile.

“That you did NOT disappoint me in any way!” I said firmly.

She rewarded me with wink and a huge smile.

“And I will tell her that you are a wonderful, fantastic lover!”

I responded with a wink and smile of my own. Seeing her sister’s reaction first-hand would be priceless, but I knew that was unlikely, as Estrella didn’t want to give away her secret to her parents. I suppressed a laugh as I thought about my kids teasing each other, and me, about sex in the years to come. Well, one specific kid, anyway; the others would likely prefer their privacy.

When we finished breakfast, we went back upstairs so I could get my fedora, then left the hotel so we could take the bus to Dalila’s apartment. We waited about ten minutes for the bus, the rode for about twenty-five until we arrived at the stop near Dalila’s building. We walked the rest of the way and after Estrella rang the bell, Dalila buzzed us in. We rode the elevator up to her apartment where she offered us coffee which we accepted.

“«¿Está bien decirle a mi mamá que me quedaré aquí durante la semana?»” Estrella asked when we sat down with our cups. (“Is it OK to tell my mom I am staying here for the week?”)

Dalila laughed, “«¡Por supuesto! ¡Y no me sorprende que haya sido tan bueno!»” (“Of course. It doesn’t surprise me he was that good!”)

“«¡Muy muy bueno! De hecho, increíble!»” (“Very, very good! In fact, amazing!”)

Dalila laughed and nodded knowingly.

“«¿Está bien que Steve espere aquí mientras voy a casa a buscar ropa?»” Estrella asked. (“Is it OK for Steve to wait here while I go home to get clothes?”)

“«¡Claro! ¡Te lo cuidaré muy bien!»” Dalila said with a smirk. (“I’ll take very good care of him!”)

“«¡Es una pena que estés prometida!»” I interjected with a grin. (“It’s a pity you’re engaged!”)

Dalila laughed, “«¡Hombre típico! Él puede, pero no una chica!»” (“Typical man! You can, but a girl cannot!”)

“«Tengo permiso de mis esposas. ¿Tienes permiso de tu prometido?»” I asked with a smirk. (“I have permission from my wives. Do you have permission from your fiancé?”)

“«¿Tienes permiso? ¡Impossible!»” Dalila declared. (“You have permission? Impossible!”)