OK. This my first attempt at adult writing. Be kind and constructive and you will motivate me to post more of the story.

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Chapter 1

Background

My name is Caine. I first read about sex in Cuba on the internet. I hooked up on the internet with a guy who had made the trip three times and could only brag about the great times he had every time. Sammy and I wrote back and forth enough that I figured I had to give it a try.

Learning about Cuba

Doing my own internet search I was able to research, finding most everything Sammy had told me was correct; and more. It seems that I can hook up with a young lady with an apartment for a night, or a month if I wish, if I pay for the food and our meals out!! What’s more, if I get tired of her she will refer me to any number of her girl friends and I can swap out. Seems almost too good to be true! Well, reality was something different. The key is to understand that the Cuban government does not allow the internet in Cuba, and then understand what Cubans do to get around that ban. You dig deep enough and you find websites in Mexico and Canada that advertize Cuban ‘vacations’. It is all veiled to prevent Government reprisals against those who use the system.

First I didn’t need any swap outs. Second, Maria kept me well entertained. She even liked my ideas and caused me to have one of the best months of my life. It seems that young ladies are commonly ‘available’ as young as 14 or 15. As long as there is no violence against them, the police look the other way. I guess the cops just look at them as ‘working girls’.

Cuba boasts the lowest rate of Sexually Transmitted Diseases [STD’s] in the world. I still packed a case of assorted condoms since I couldn’t find any data as to their availability. You see, I can only use the EX-Large size. Anything smaller acts like a tourniquet and only covers my cap and about first one third of my length anyway.

If you go to any of the large ‘clubs’ you will pay around $10US in cover charges. However, the ‘clubs’ are mainly populated with women out looking for a ‘date’. It’s not unusual to find 150 to 175 women, and only 25 or 30 male tourists. These women will charge you anything they think you will pay, but never less than $50US. Maria did much better for me.

The United States is still quite stuffy over Americans going to Cuba. There are no direct flights. You can fly there, though, via Cancun, in Mexico, or through Ontario (or maybe Toronto), Canada.
I talked my boss into letting me take most of Friday off. I hoped he’d go along with it, as I had made reservations to leave my hometown on a 2PM flight to Cancun. I made my connecting flight OK and arrived in Havana before dark. Maria and I had set it up that I would be met at the airport by her brother, Roberto, who drove a cab. He took me to Maria’s place, and wouldn’t take any money. He said, “Maria has already paid me, and she would be very mad at me if I even take a tip from you.” He came inside with me and introduced me to his sister. I think I said that Maria is 17. She is about 5’4″ and must weigh all of 110 pounds. She greeted me with a big smile, a bigger kiss, and a quick goodbye to her brother.
We ate a light meal of great fresh fruits and fresh baked bread. Maria asked if I would like to watch a video with her. I said, “Sure.” We settled in for some preliminary ‘get-to-know-you’ time.

Maria’s apartment is fairly small. When you come in the door you are looking straight through the living room and out some picture windows at beautiful scenery. To the left is an efficiency kitchen with a small one burner stove and a small dining table for two or three, but a large, very new refrigerator. I remarked on the new fridge. Maria is very proud of it. It is the first thing she has bought on her own with her own money. Looking to the right from the door is a half-wall with a bedroom nook behind it, and the bath beyond it. Her living room has one chair, and a small couch and assorted end tables and some tasteful lamps. We snuggled on the couch, but I don’t remember the movie. The couch is just big enough for me, sitting straight on the right side, and Maria sitting with her back my left side. She soon placed her right hand on my thigh. I responded by draping my left arm over her. Gee, that put my hand on her left breast! Maria responded by snuggling even tighter against me. I nuzzled her neck and she giggled, and turned her head slightly. This placed my lips in line with her ear. I blew lightly in her ear and then tongued it. This sent shivers from her head to her toes. While she was turning toward me she remarked, “It looks like this is going to be a great week!”

We kissed a full, complete, and long kiss. Both exploring the others mouth with our tongues. Her turning moved my hand from her breast. So I used my right hand to continue what my left had started. After a bit Maria asked if I would like to move to the bedroom. I told her I really needed to take a shower before we got serious since I had not had a shower since I caught my plane from home. Maria said, ” Showers are always a good thing. We can both take one. Then we will both be fresh for what comes after.” We held hands as we walked into the bedroom. We didn’t discuss it. We just both began undressing each other, interrupting often to hold each other and kiss. Maria went in the bathroom first to do ‘girl things’. When I heard the shower come on I went in. The shower was fairly small so we had to stand close together. We started with me lathering up Maria’s arms, then her back, followed by lathering her very nice breasts. I then slid down with back against the wall and my knees out in front of me. This way I could pick up one of her feet and place it on my knee so I could wash her foot and ankle. Once done there I washed her calf and thigh. My hand just naturally went up the inside of her thigh and put my fingers up into her pussy. Maria jumped and said, “OH!” when she suddenly felt me inside her. “I wasn’t ready for that!” “Sorry”, I said. “No-No. Don’t be sorry. It feels good. It just came as a surprise.” “Oh good. I like to provide surprises.” , I grinned. So I finished up that leg and put it back on the floor of the shower and picked up her other foot. She helped placing her foot on my other knee and I started washing it, just like the other leg. When I reached her pussy this time she was expecting me and I didn’t disappoint her. But, after I had washed that side of her pussy I put my hands around her hips and pulled her clit right into my mouth. “Wow, I wasn’t ready for that, either!” “I was just taste testing. It wouldn’t do to leave any soap in there. We wouldn’t want a soap rash, would we?” “Oh of course not. I guess I have never been taste tested before! I’m supposed to be the ‘pro’ here but you seem to be doing the teaching.” “Well, I guess it’s because I get as much enjoyment out of seeing my partners cumming as I do cumming myself.”

“Well, I guess it’s my turn to lather you up.” And, she did. Maria even tried my method of scooting her back down the wall and putting my foot on her knee and washing me from my foot to my crotch.