“Hurry up if you want to beat the bride down the aisle.”

“I’m almost ready. Put the suitcase in the car and get Colby’s shoes on.”

“Done and done. Want me to go ahead and run him over to your sister’s?

“No, I’ll be right down.”

It had taken me forever to get the bustier on. I wanted to surprise Mark tonight at the hotel. I’m the last person he would ever expect to see in lace garters, matching little panties and a bustier cupping beneath the bottom of my smallish breasts and pushing them up and out, leaving my nipples exposed and visible beneath my semi-shear navy blouse, the short jacket offering the needed cover as my silk stockings disappear under the hem of my skirt a few inches above my knees secure in the snaps of the garters. I’m much more of the t-shirt and pair of panties type. We’ve been in a bit of a rut sexually recently, and I was determined to shake things up.

We are headed to the wedding of a co-worker of mine. Maria is in her early 20’s, young enough to be my daughter. In fact she jokingly calls me her “Gringa Mamacita”. She is from Brazil and works in our audit group, traveling all over the world from our South Texas corporate headquarters. Her husband to be is Latin as well and the wedding Mass will be held in Spanish at a large Catholic church downtown. Maria’s father is a well to do businessman in San Paulo and has rented out the ballroom of a 5 star downtown hotel for the reception, a couple of blocks from the church. Live music, open bar, and fabulous food promise to make it a party to remember. Several of us from the office have gotten rooms for the night in preparation of, sure to be an over indulgence of alcohol. I flip off the bathroom light and start downstairs.

“Shit, shit, shit”

“Colby can hear you, what’s wrong?”

“Colby just hurled all over me. I’m covered in it.”

“Get upstairs and change.”

“Are you crazy? I need to shower for a month.”

“We will miss the Mass.”

“No, you go ahead and I’ll stay home with Colby. We can’t take him to your sister’s sick and get her two throwing up too.”

“I don’t want to miss Maria’s wedding. I’ll come home right after the reception.”

“No go ahead and spend the night like we’d planned. Have fun with your friends. It’s not often that you get to go to a big time party like this. I don’t like the idea of you driving home after an open bar anyway.”

“Thanks Sweetie, I’ll make it up to you.”

Mark moved by me at the bottom of the stairs, the stench arriving well in advance of Mark.

“Want to start now with a good-bye kiss?”

I brought my hand up to cover my mouth and nose and turned away from the smell.

“Rain check, Sweetie, I’m going to be late.”

I climb into the SUV and head off to downtown. The wedding is beautiful and Maria is gorgeous. The crowd is almost totally Latin except for us few Anglo co-workers of Maria in attendance. After the ceremony ends I’m one of the first out of the church and drive to the hotel. I pull in the front of the valet stand and the young, long haired man rushes to open my door. I turn to slide out of my vehicle and feel my short skirt slide far up my legs. The valet’s eyes go instantly down as I step down and out of the seat. I’m sure he is getting an eyeful and this is confirmed by the huge grin, and slightly reddish cheeks that cover his face. I hand him a five dollar bill and I start to walk off with my small rolling suitcase behind me before I stop and turn around.

“Sorry, I forgot my ticket. You won’t be able to get me my car in the morning.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll remember you for sure,” he says with a gleam in his eyes.

I check in and head up to my room, about 30 minutes before the reception starts. The room is immaculate with a great view of the downtown skyline from its 12th floor perch. One wall is completely mirrored beside the king size bed. I think Mark would have loved this and give him a quick call. Colby has thrown up twice more and is now sleeping on the couch. Mark is watching a ballgame and sipping on a bourbon and water.

“You’ve missed a great wedding. I’m sure you’d have had a great time”

“I bet, watching two people I don’t know get married, in a language I don’t understand, in a church full of illegal aliens.” he says jokingly.

“Well, I won’t have any fun at the reception without you.”

“Yea, I bet you change your tune after the first glass of wine.”

“I will, but I thought I’d humor you for now.”

“I appreciate you throwing me those crumbs, but there’s nothing you can’t do tonight that will change because I’m not there. Go have a good time Babe.”

“Night Sweetie. Love you.”

I check out my make-up and tug at my skirt and head downstairs. I hear the infectious beat of Latin music permeating from behind the double doors to the ballroom before I pull open the door and enter. I quickly find Maria and give her a big hug. She asks about Mark and I tell her about Colby. She hugs me and tells me she will be sure I have a great time anyway

The food is scrumptious and the drinks flow freely. There is toast after toast to the bride and groom. I lose count of the glasses of wine I have. Suddenly the room explodes as the live music begins. The dance floor is soon jammed with people dancing to the intoxicating beat. I can feel the music vibrate through my body, arousing me. I am thinking of heading up to my room when two of the most handsome, young Hispanic men appear before me, smiling.

“ I am Hector, and this is Gaston. Maria has asked us to make sure her ‘Gringa Mamacita’ has a great time. Shall we dance?”

His thick accent is charming and I take his outstretched hand and they walk me to the dance floor. The next 90 minutes is non-stop dancing with both Hector and Gaston, most of the time together with both, as the party rages on the dance floor. At one point I notice the guys really checking me out and laugh to myself at these young pups. I say I’m thirsty and Gaston goes to get me something as Hector and I continue to dance. The drink is sweet but burns my throat as I swallow the cold liquid.

Soon afterwards I feel really lightheaded and stumble slightly. Hector quickly wraps his arms around me to steady me. I feel him press against me and the hardness in his pants. I feel even more lightheaded.

“Perhaps I’d better go to my room now.”

Hector lets me go and I stumble slightly again. Both he and Gaston grab me by each arm.

“We will walk you to your room. Maria would never forgive us if we allowed something to happen to you.”

We leave the ballroom together and walk to the elevator. It seems some men are smiling at me but in my fuzzy state I can’t be sure. The ride up to the 12th floor is mostly silent as we walk off and are quickly in front of my door. I fumble with the key card, the light continues to flash red before I drop the card. Gaston picks it up from the floor and slides it into the slot. Green flashes and Gaston pushes the door open and I walk, still less than steady, into the room followed by Hector and Gaston. I had left the two bedside lamps on and the room is softly illuminated. I glance in the mirror covered wall and feel the breath leave me quickly. My short jacket has become unbuttoned at some point and my breasts and bare, very hard nipples are clearly visible beneath the sheer material of my blouse. Unsure what to do, I walk to the wide window, curtain opened, and look out across the downtown skyline, awash in the glittering lights of a brilliant night. I see the reflection of Hector move behind me and stare into my eyes.

Hector’s lips slowly move to my exposed neck and I am jolted by the feel of them against my skin. He nibbles up and down my neck, evoking soft moans from somewhere deep inside me. Suddenly from nowhere Gaston is on his knees in front of me, he deftly unbuttons my blouse, and his mouth captures my stiff nipples and he sucks them greedily between his lips. His tongue whips back and forth across my erect nipples and I lean forward, placing both hands against the window for support.

Hector’s hands drop to my legs and he pushes my skirt upwards, over my ass, and bunches it around my waist. His hands squeeze and fondle my ass as Gaston continues his oral attention to my breasts. Hector’s hands push between my inner thighs and push my legs apart. I’m spread open, leaning against the window, my hands and arms supporting me from falling, when Hector moves his hand between my legs. I’m embarrassed as I realize just how wet I am. Hector moves his fingers back and forth across my panty covered slit.

“You like Mamacita? “

“God yes!”

Hector slides the material to the side and I gasp as he slides two fingers inside my wetness and slowly begins to stroke in and out. My breathing quickens as he increases his pace. Gaston’s tongue continues to whip across my nipples.

“You like my finger fucking Mamacita?”

I reach my hand down and grab his wrist.

“You wish me to stop, Mamacita?”

I guide his inexperienced hand a little until his wandering thumb is on top of my clit.

“There Hector!” I groan.

Hector’s fingers are sliding in and out of my pussy like a piston now. I start to shudder and Hector forces his fingers deep inside me, forcing me against Gaston’s face and harder against the window, as my pussy erupts and I moan in climax as my pussy spasms around Hector’s fingers.

My pussy slowly relaxes and Hector’s fingers slide from my wetness. He brings his fingers around and places them in front of my face. I take his fingers deep into my mouth and suck my juices from them. As I do so I feel Gaston release my nipple from his mouth and reach around me. My bunched skirt loosens around my waist and soon is bunched around my knees. I push my feet together and the skirt falls to the floor. Gaston’s fingers quickly grab my panties and they fall on the floor as well. Hector pulls my blouse from my shoulders as well. I stand before these two young men, who I had not met 3 hours ago in nothing but bustier, garters, and stockings. I feel Hector’s hands softly caress my bottom.

“Mamacita has a fine ass, no Gaston?”

“Si, Hector, and Mamacita, she dress like a Ho.”

Both laugh, and Hector pushes me back against the window and spreads my legs again. Gaston slides down until his head is between my legs. Hector’s hands grab both of my breasts from behind just as Gaston’s mouth covers my pussy and he slides his tongue into my pussy, easily spreading my wet lips. Gaston needs no guidance as his tongue quickly settles over my clit, and begins to manipulate it with his talented tongue. Soft moans quickly mount from me. Hector slides his finger down between my legs through my wetness before bringing it up my crack and tapping it against my anus. I groan louder as Gaston sucks my clit between his lips and Hector’s finger slips inside me.

A second orgasm, stronger than the first, cascades through my soul. I hear the shouts of pleasure echo throughout the room, not fully understanding they are my own. Gaston continues to lap my pussy until I finally have to push his head away. Gaston rises from the floor and takes my hand and walks me to the bed.

“Sit Mamacita”

I do as he asks and watch as he quickly undresses, standing right in front of me. His hard dick springs free as he pushes his briefs down and off his legs. He says nothing as I slide onto my knees and wrap my hand around his erection. I pull him slightly to the side, enabling both of us to watch our reflections in the mirror. I move my head forward and slowly slide the head of his cock into my mouth. I circle my tongue around his sensitive head and now it’s his turn to moan.

“Ah, si Mamacita, si Mamacita”

Gaston is not overly large and we both watch as I slowly engulf more and more of his cock into his mouth before it disappears completely from our view, before slowly sliding my head back up his length and allowing it to pop free. Gaston is about to protest but is quickly silenced as I suck his balls into my mouth and gently caress them with my tongue, while placing my hand between his legs, and massaging the area between his balls and anus. After just a few minutes of this Gaston is almost pleading.

“What do you want, Gaston?”

“Ah, haz como quiera’s Mamacita”

“Do as I please?”

“Si”

With that I slide me free hand back around his hard cock, while continuing my massaging action from his balls to his crack, and recapture his cock head between my lips. I slowly swirl my tongue around and around the head while my thumb finds the vein running up the length of his cock and stroke it up and down. I can feel his balls retreating, and know his climax is building. Gaston’s body tenses and his hands grab my head.

Gaston’s cock twitches in my mouth and his hot juices gush into my mouth. My fingers continue to work his cock and balls as spurt after spurt coats my tongue and I swallow repeatedly. I pull his cock from my mouth and milk it as the flow slows. I lap the cum from the tip until no more appears. My tongue continues to lick across his head until he pushes me away.

I turn my head towards the mirror again and see that Hector has already stripped naked and he is holding his hard cock in his hand. It is larger and thicker than Gaston’s and he moves it in front of my face. I stick out my tongue and lick its crimson head tenderly.

“Oh damn, Mamacita!”

Hector’s cock erupts, and he shoots copious amounts of his cum over my face and neck. I grab it and push him into my mouth and suck the remainder from his cock, straight down my throat. Hector slips out of my mouth and begins to apologize profusely.

“It’s okay sweetie. I take it as a great compliment.”

“Si Mamacita, but I no get to enjoy as much as I want.”

“Well, let’s see what we can do about that.”

I climb on the bed and lay back with my legs pointing towards the mirror. I spread my legs apart and slip my fingers between my mons and into the slick wetness of my pussy. I am still incredibly turned on and as soon as my thumb brushes across my clit, another orgasm quickly overtakes me and I moan through the spasms and drop my hands to my side.

I feel the bed move and look up and see Gaston climbing on the bed, his cock once again hard. He pulls me onto my hands and knees and moves behind me. I feel him before rub his head through my lips and wetness a couple of times before he grabs me on either side of my ass and slides his cock into me. He quickly establishes a steady pace as he slides nearly out of me slowly, before slamming back into me forcibly. Suddenly Hector is back in front of my face, his cock hard again already. You have to really appreciate the perks of youth. It takes very little effort to coordinate our movements. Once again my pussy spasms in climax as I push back into Gaston’s cock. Hector is now holding my head as he fucks my mouth. I can tell from his pace that he is again close.

My body explodes into a higher gear as Gaston slips a finger into my ass. He begins to shoot into my pussy as Hector shoots into my mouth. The three of us ride the wave of our orgasms together before falling away. I lay on the bed, near total exhaustion as Gaston and Hector get dressed.

As they walk to the door Gaston turns to me.

“You have a great time Mamacita?”

“Si”

A week later when Maria returns from her honeymoon she asks me if Gaston and Hector took good care of me.

“They did. What do you know about them?”

Maria laughs.

“Plenty, they are my 20 and 18 year old younger brothers. They say they want to see their Gringa Mamacita again”

Great story, Silk! You always write good ones

What part of South Texas are we talking about?

You have a filthy imagination Silk. I like that.

I take that as great praise coming from you Rain.

damn u right great stories. You always catch my attention