My Relationship with Elena
I couldn’t get enough of Elena, my 19-year-old Colombian sex toy, in the scorching Northern California summer. We’d met just two months ago, and every day felt like an eternity since I’d last had her in my arms.
My friends, Steve, Chad, Mike, and I had decided to escape the heat and party in the city. We piled into Scott’s BMW and headed north, the fog rolling in over the Golden Gate Bridge like a refreshing blanket. We hit the bars on Union Street, doing shots of tequila and laughing together.
My phone buzzed with a text from Elena. She was bored at the salsa club in the Mission district and wanted to join us. I told her to grab a taxi and meet us at the bar. Twenty minutes later, she strutted in, her form-fitting coffee-colored mini-dress hugging every curve of her petite, perfect body. Her open-toed high heels clicked on the floor as she made her way to me, her plunging v-neck top showcasing her gorgeous breasts.
Scott leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Dude, is that her? She does look a bit like Shakira.” I introduced him to Elena, and she gave me a big kiss, her Spanish accent husky as she purred, “I missed you, baby.”
The guys were frozen, staring at her like they’d never seen a woman before. I introduced them all, and Mike bought her shots of tequila to get her caught up with us. Even the bartender flirted with her, winking and handing her shots as if he was the only man in the room.
As we chatted, Elena asked me to walk her to the restroom. I took her hand, and we navigated through the crowded bar. In the hallway, she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, “I want you so bad.” I gave her a kiss, and she looked up at me with a mischievous grin, “I mean right now!” She nodded toward the men’s room, and I shook my head, laughing, “No way, it’s too small and not very clean.” She pouted, then her eyes landed on a door at the end of the hall with an Emergency Exit sign.
I hesitated, unsure what to expect on the other side. But Elena’s devilish grin was infectious, and I pushed the door open slowly, revealing a fire escape. We stepped out onto the platform, the cool night air a welcome relief from the sweltering bar. The metal railing creaked beneath our weight as we gazed out into the darkness below.
Elena leaned in, her body pressed against mine, and I pulled open her dress, exposing her breasts. I licked and sucked on her nipples as she panted and moaned. With one hand, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, already stiff. Elena wrapped her hand around it, and I was lost in the sensation of her warm, wet mouth. She sucked and slurped, her circular head twisting technique sending shivers down my spine.
I pulled out, my cock glistening with her saliva, and rubbed it against her face, her cheeks, chin, and forehead glistening with the wetness. I repeated the motion several times, my desire for her growing with every passing moment.
I pulled her back up to her feet and turned her around, her back to me. She held onto the rail as I lifted her skirt, exposing her smooth, round ass. I licked my fingers and massaged her clit, rubbing my cock against her crack. She wiggled and moved seductively, and I slipped my cock into her tight pussy, our bodies gyrating in rhythm.
We ignored the voices below, the whistles and catcalls from the group walking in the darkness. I continued to thrust in and out of her, pulling my cock out occasionally to rub it against her ass, plunging back into her warm, wet pussy. The door creaked open, and the bartender poked his head out, a sheepish grin on his face. “Sorry, I was just coming out to have a smoke.”
I grinned back at him, “No problem, we’ll be done here soon. Would you mind keeping the door open a crack so we can get back in?” He agreed, and we continued our passionate encounter, the sounds of our pleasure echoing through the alley.
Eventually, we came together, our bodies shuddering as we released our seed. I pulled out, my cock still pulsating, and rested it against the crack of her ass. I looked down and saw streams of my cum leaking down her thigh, dripping onto the metal platform. Elena cleaned me off, and we finally pulled ourselves together, our bodies still trembling with desire.
We knocked on the door, and the bartender let us back in, winking at Elena and grinning at me. “You guys were pretty noisy out there.” We just laughed, and Elena excused herself to clean up in the bathroom.
When I returned to the group, they were doing a round of tequila, and Steve asked, “What took you so long?” I downed my shot and replied, “We had sex on the fire escape.” They laughed, thinking I was joking, but I just shrugged it off, and we continued our night, the memory of our passionate encounter lingering in the air.
As we left the bar, Elena snuggled up next to me in the front seat, her fake ID allowing her to join us at the strip club. We ordered drinks and sat in the VIP section, watching the gorgeous girls dance on stage. Chad leaned over to me, grinning, “Hey, you know she should be up there. She has the body for it!” Scott chimed in, “Yeah, killer body. Love to watch your girl dancing up there.”
Elena leaned over to whisper, “I want to do that for you, later tonight.” I kissed her on the cheek, and she winked at me, her eyes sparkling with desire. As we watched the girls perform, I couldn’t help but think that anything was possible, that Elena’s beauty and passion would take us to new heights.
Mandi, a beautiful long-haired blond, came over to our group and offered Elena a lap dance. She agreed, and Mandi put on a fantastic performance, grinding against Elena’s body. When the song ended, Mandi smiled over at Elena and said, “How about a dance for you?” Elena was surprised, but Scott quickly answered for her, “Yes, here is twenty for my dance, and I’ll cover two dances for her.”
Mandi put on another incredible performance, this time with Elena, and we all watched, mesmerized by their beauty and sensuality. As the night wore on, I knew that Elena’s desires would take us on a wild ride, one that I was eager to embark on with her.
Mandi started by straddling one of Elena’s legs and sliding the inside of her smooth thighs against Elena’s bare skin. Elena leaned back and moved to the music, her eyes locked intensely on Mandi’s.
“I’m so turned on right now,” Mandi whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Elena ran her hand along Mandi’s smooth leg, sending shivers down Mandi’s spine. Mandi leaned in, her face inches from Elena’s, and began to rub her body against Elena’s.
The music pulsed through the club, and Mandi started to grind against Elena, her movements becoming more urgent. Elena reached out, her hands brushing against Mandi’s ass, and Mandi gasped with pleasure.
As the song came to an end, Mandi stood up, her eyes never leaving Elena’s. She backed up against Elena, her ass grinding against Elena’s groin, and then gave herself a playful spank.
Elena laughed, her eyes flashing with desire, and reached out to rub Mandi’s smooth ass. Mandi smiled, her eyes locked on Elena’s, and leaned in for a kiss.
The four of us guys were watching, mesmerized, as Mandi and Elena continued to dance and kiss. We were all wishing we could join in, to be a part of their intimate moment.
Mandi moved up closer, her back pressing against Elena’s chest, and cupped Elena’s tits with her hands. Elena leaned her head back, her eyes closed in ecstasy, as Mandi wiggled her body against Elena’s.
Mandi whispered something in Elena’s ear, and Elena leaned in to whisper back. But I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
As the song came to an end, Mandi stood up and gave Elena a sweet kiss on the cheek. Elena whispered something to Mandi, and Mandi nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Mandi reached down to Elena’s hand and pulled her up from the couch. “We’ll be back in a few minutes,” Mandi said, her voice husky with promise.
Elena smiled, her eyes locked on Mandi’s, and followed her to the back of the club and through the private door.
Mike leaned in, his voice barely audible over the music. “What’s going on? Where are they going?”
I shrugged, shaking my head. “I have no idea.”
Steve leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I think they’re going to have sex in the dressing room.”
About fifteen minutes later, our questions were answered. Elena emerged from the back of the club, her body transformed by a fluorescent green one-piece bikini. The sheer crop top barely covered her breasts, and her ribs and tummy were exposed in all their glory.
Mandi spun her around, a slow salsa dance-like turn that showcased Elena’s body to the entire club. As she turned, I could see Elena’s full ass cheeks, exposed except for a tiny floss string of the fluorescent bikini.
Elena strutted across the room, her high heels making her look like a supermodel. Mandi smiled, her eyes locked on Elena’s, and followed her to our table.
Mandi climbed onto my lap, her body moving to the music in perfect rhythm. She was rubbing her body and tits against me, her movements becoming more urgent. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, finally working my way up under her blouse to cup her tits.
The club manager appeared, his voice apologetic but firm. “Sorry guys, but you have to cool it or leave.”
Elena stood up, her eyes flashing with desire, and strutted back to the dressing room. She changed back into her dress, a small bag in her hand, and came back to me with a smile.
“Mandi said I could keep the outfit,” she said, her voice husky with promise. “Let’s go.”
I stood up, my heart pounding with excitement, and followed Elena out of the club. We hailed a cab, and Elena gave the driver directions to her apartment.
“Where exactly are we going?” I asked, my voice barely audible over the sound of the city.
Elena smiled, her eyes locked on mine, and leaned in for a kiss. “My apartment,” she whispered, her voice husky with promise.
We kissed and groped each other in the back of the cab, our bodies straining against each other. Elena asked me if I had enjoyed the show, and I told her it was an unexpected treat.
“You would be the main headline star of the place if you worked there,” I said, my voice husky with desire.
Elena laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and asked me if I thought she would make a good stripper.
We pulled up in front of Elena’s apartment, and I followed her inside. We tiptoed into the apartment, our bodies still warm from the Tequila and the music.
Elena told me to wait on the couch for a minute while she went to the bathroom. When she came back, she was wearing the green fluorescent bikini again, this time without the little shirt on.
Her round nice tits were fully exposed, and I couldn’t control myself. I stood up, my cock hard and aching, and pulled her onto the couch.
I pulled her bikini to one side, and leaned down to suck on her smooth shaved pussy. She moaned, her body writhing against mine, as I lapped and licked her all over.
She reached down, her hands brushing against my chest, and I knew she was getting close. I reached down, my hand wrapping around her left tit, and she let out a squeal as I pushed my tongue into her ass.
She sat up, her eyes locked on mine, and whispered, “I want to try it on top.” I sat back, my cock still hard and aching, and leaned forward to lick and suck on her perky nipples.
She moved up, her body straddling mine, and slowly lowered herself onto me. I sank slowly into her, my cock buried deep in her ass, and felt her body vibrate with pleasure.
She leaned down, her mouth on my neck, and sucked on it firmly with her lips and teeth. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles contracting around me, as she let out a long and intense orgasm.
Just after she stopped, I carefully lifted her and stood up with my arms under her thighs and my hands gripping her ass cheeks. Her long legs and high heels were dangling in the air behind my back.
She whispered, “Please be gentle with me,” and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck.
I stood still for a moment, my cock still buried deep in her ass, and then slowly started to rock my body. I could feel her heavy breathing on the side of my face as I grunted.
Then I carefully lowered her toward the floor and set her down gently on the carpet. I maneuvered to my knees, my cock still fully buried in her ass, and lifted her long legs up and slightly to the right side.
I grabbed her by the ankles firmly with one hand, and looked up at her sexy painted nails. I slowly inched my cock in and out of her, my movements becoming more urgent.
She reached down to massage her own clit, her body writhing against mine, and let out a squeal as she came again.
I felt my cock pulsating and quivering, and then I exploded, my seed pumping deep into her ass. I tried to muffle the sound of my moaning, my body shaking with pleasure, as I came.
As I stood there, my cock still buried in her ass, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see an older woman standing in the doorway, her face twisted with anger.
She was Elena’s mother, and she was yelling at me in Spanish. I didn’t understand what she was saying, but I knew she was furious.
Elena spoke back to her, her voice calm and soothing, and the two of them went back and forth in Spanish.
I pulled out of Elena’s ass, my cock softening quickly, and stood there, unsure of what to do.
Elena told me to just wait while she went to talk with her mother. I put my clothes on, and she went to her room to change into shorts and a t-shirt.
She came back, her eyes calm and collected, and told me to stay on the couch while she went to calm her mother down.
I could hear them talking excitedly and loudly for quite a while, and even though I was totally nervous, the effects of the Tequila had finally caught up to me, and the sex had completely worn me out.
I passed out, my body crashing onto the couch, and didn’t wake up until the morning.
When I woke up, I was alone on the couch, and Elena’s mother was sitting in a chair next to me, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of anger and disappointment.
She started speaking loudly, scolding me in Spanish, and I knew I had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Elena rushed into the room, concern etched on her face, and rushed to my side, gently placing a hand on my arm.
“What’s going on?” I asked, feeling a surge of panic at her worried expression.
“Mom wants to talk to you,” Elena replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What did you talk to her about last night?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
“I told her how I feel about you,” Elena said, her eyes locked on mine.
“And what did she say?” I prompted, my heart racing with anticipation.
“She wants to know how you feel about me,” Elena replied, her voice steady.
“I’m in love with you, Elena,” I said, the words spilling out of me like a confession.
“Tell her I love her too,” Elena translated, a soft smile on her face.
There was a pause, and then Elena’s mother spoke up, her voice firm but gentle.
“She says if you love me, you shouldn’t treat me like a street girl,” Elena translated, a hint of amusement in her voice.
“What does she mean?” I asked, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.
“She means, make love to me properly, in a bed,” Elena explained, a giggle escaping her lips.
I smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. “Okay, I can agree with that,” I said, smiling at Elena.
“That’s all,” Elena said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Really? No other conditions?” I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation.
“Yes, other than that she’s okay with us being together,” Elena replied, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
“Even after seeing us like that last night?” I asked, feeling a sense of surprise.
“Yes, if we love each other and you treat me well, it’s all good,” Elena said, smiling up at me.
I let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.
“Whew,” I said, smiling at Elena.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Elena added, a serious expression on her face.
“What’s that?” I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation.
“Mom wants us to start planning our wedding,” Elena said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
I stared at her, my mouth hanging open in shock.
“What? Are you serious?” I asked, feeling like I’d been punched in the gut.