Introduction

Cody Taylor--- I was sitting in the National Terminal of the Tocumen airport in Panama City, Republic of Panama when she walked in and sat down. I grinned as I thought how she looked like a typical Panamanian girl. She has dark skin suggesting a mixture of Spanish and probably black or Indian ancestors. She has long black hair that touches her shoulder blades, dark eyes and a beautiful face. She is dressed in a silky long-sleeved white blouse, black jeans and white tennis shoes. I watched as she typed on her cell phone using only her thumbs. She never looked up to see me ogling her.

Prostitution is legal here in Panama and I used their services liberally during my first year living here. I have fucked a few girls who look like her. I know her areola will be darker and a little larger than American girls. Her nipples a little thicker ... my thoughts were interrupted by the announcement that the flight was beginning to board. Group 1 was called. That’s me, first class. Surprisingly she stood also. She managed to get in line in front of me and I followed her through the check-in, down the ramp and into the plane. To my surprise she had the window seat next to me.

About now, you readers are wondering what a 32-year-old American is doing living in Panama. I guess it is time to tell you about me.