Passion desire Lust

Maria and Conchita were sitting in the third row from the front and almost in the middle. “They are so old,” said Conchita.

“Some are, but there are a few in their early thirties. Anyway, you don’t want a man in his twenties, they go out too much and will most likely cheat on you.”

“But still, what would I do with a guy who’s twice my age. He would die before our kids grew up.”

Maria giggled. “Look, you see the women in the first row? They are mostly hookers. If you notice they all have short skirts. What they do is that they flash their goods and then later try to pick up one of the guys and go with him to his room.”

“I thought these guys were serious.”

“Some are, some not. Most of them are looking for the love of their lives, and others just use the tour as a way to get laid. Often it is illegal in their country or state to pay for sex, and it is always a lot cheaper here.”

Conchita shook her head sadly. What was wrong with men? Why pay for sex, why not just find a woman and get married? Then, they could have sex all day if he wanted to.

“Which one do you like?”

Conchita looked at the row of Americans. She liked the man furthers to the left, with the glasses. He had a nice face, a little ragged, and he had said he liked to be outside in the air. But he was too old for her; even older than her father. But still, he was very good-looking.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“If I had to choose, I mean, if you forced me with a gun, I would pick the one with the glasses.”

Maria nodded her agreement. “I like him, but he is too big for me. I like the one in the middle, wearing a grey suit. He is younger and shorter.”

Conchita saw the man she meant and she had to agree with her sister. He was very handsome, with short-cut hair, a strong nose, and kind blue eyes.

“Why don’t you ask your man something?” said Maria.

“No, I’m not interested, you know that.”

“It doesn’t matter; maybe one of the other girls will appreciate the question and the answer?”

“OK, there is something I would like to ask him.”

Conchita put up her arm and after a while, it was her turn. “I have a question for Richard, furthest to the left. If you have a business to run, how come you have so much free time? I understand life in America is very stressful.”

Tania translated, and after Dick give his answers she turned back to Conchita. “He says that to him, work is just a way to pay the bills, what matters in life is to live it at its fullest, and you can’t do that if you work too much.”

Conchita nodded and thought it was a great answer. Dick looked at her and their eyes met for a second. It was enough for her to feel butterflies take off in her stomach. He had such a nice smile. His entire face lit up.

That’s got to be the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life, Dick thought. Her voice was deep and husky and didn’t fit at all with her years and looks. Even though she was sitting he could see that she had a body to kill for and those eyes, they had burned into his, and when she looked away he didn’t want her to. He knew who he wanted to have a private meeting with after lunch.

Maria asked the man she was interested in a few questions and liked the answers. After another couple of girls had some questions the meeting broke up. The Americans headed off to a buffet lunch in the hotel, and the women were told to come back in an hour. They were asked to fill in the card they had been given when they arrived and drop it off at the door. On the card, they wrote the names of three men they were interested in talking to privately.

“C’mon, write down his name. Even if you don’t want anything to do with him, you won’t get bored while waiting for me,” said Maria.

“Fine, I will, but that’s the only one.”

They left the lobby and found a small kiosk on the next street corner where they bought sandwiches and water. They ate sitting on a bench and watched the traffic flow by slowly like tar.

“I could never live in a city like this. There is too much noise and people.”

Maria turned to her sister. “Well, then you and Mr. Eyeglasses are made for each other. He likes the open air and long walks. You are a perfect fit.”

“Very funny, you know what I mean. Don’t you get stressed living here all week?”

“Not really, I work all day so I am very tired, and I have my guy to see also.”

“That’s right. Will you see him tonight?”

Maria giggled and threw her sandwich wrap in a bin. “No, not tonight. I will see and taste enough of him during the week.”

“Uy, that’s nasty Maria, don’t say that.”

“What?”

“That you will taste him.”

“Don’t be such a baby Conchita. One day you will want to suck a penis too, and maybe it will be that guy with the glasses.”

“Hell no, if I ever do that, I want it to be a young penis.”

“See, you are already changing your mind. I bet you make some man happy with those lips of yours, so full and sensual.”

“Stop it!” Conchita elbowed Maria in the side and stood. “C’mon, let’s go back.”