The best of Santa Fè

THE BEST IN SANTA FE

Hello everyone!

This story is inspired by a famous Italian song: the unfolding of the story in itself is original, I simply took inspiration from the lyrics.

Unlike my previous stories, I decided to focus more on the main character and her feelings and actions before jumping right to the frisky part; I hope you will appreciate it anyway.

For my fellow gooners, don't worry; the spicy stuff is still be present, it is simply further down below.

My name is Raffaella and what I'm about to tell you is a little adventure I had with a young and fascinating man I met in Santa Fe.

I'm a typical Italian woman, black curly airs, normal physique (at least for a woman my age) with a modest C-cup. I have two splendid twin kids, Davide and Mattia whom I love with all my heart, and I had been married to a man named Silvano for 25 long years. Emphasis on "had been". Six months prior my adventure, I found him in bed with another woman and that discovery crashed both my marriage and my mental health.

Here I was, 48 years old, suddenly divorced with two kids to take care of, no self-esteem and no faith in the future. My ex-husband kept blaming me because "if you hadn't been so nosey, you would have never figured it out and everything would still be fine" or "If you had taken better care of your body, I wouldn't have felt the need to look for somebody prettier" and other phrases like that, that fed my depression like wind feeds a wildfire.

I wanted to move on, but years and years of marriage are not so easily forgotten. I hated him, loathed him and yet for some reason I continued to carry with me my wedding ring despite everything. Not on my finger of course, the other people would have noticed, but I kept it in my breast pocket or in my purse. From time to time, when I was alone, I would take it out and look at it for hours, getting lost in its faint reflection, hoping that he would come back and everything would return to normal.

Luckily, my best friends Margherita and Nicoletta helped me keeping everything together and soothed my sufferings by staying closer whenever I needed them the most.

It was actually their idea to do an only girls trip in Argentina, to help me disconnect from my crumbling personal life and letting my mind focus on something different. I was against it at first, I had never been the adventurous type, and I didn't want to leave my kids alone for two whole weeks, especially in that moment. But they insisted so much, especially Margherita, that I surrendered and in the end I accepted their plan.

Thank God I did.

When we arrived at the airport, we were promptly greeted by our guide, Pedro Hierro Perenguez AKA Pedro Pe. He arrived on a black van with "Pedro Pe, the best of Santa Fe" written on the side, honking like there was no tomorrow.

"Hola señoritaaaas!" he yelled, leaning out of the car window "Welcome to Argentina!"

I remember looking back at Margherita in disbelief and asking her "Please tell me that he is not our guide?"

She winked "Don't worry, he had the best reviews."

"I wonder what kind of reviews she read" I thought, as he got out of the van. He was really young, roughly half our age, with short black airs, white Bermuda shorts and a floral jacket; a necklace with a crux hit continuously his muscular chest almost hypnotically as he energetically walked towards us.

"Nice to meet you all!" he said as he greeted us "You can enter the van, please let me take care of your luggage; we will go to directly to your hotel, then as soon as you're ready, we can go to the restaurant. I bet you can't wait to taste our delicacies after such a long trip!"

"Oh yes please, I am starving" replied Nicoletta.

"Don't you worry señorita, I guarantee you will not be disappointed; only the best for my beautiful clients!"

Margherita laughed "You sure know how to flatter, Pedro."

"I have that motto for more than one reason" he winked, then he looked at me "Nobody ever left unsatisfied with me."

I remember forcing a smile and muttering a "thank you" as I gave him my luggage. My first impression of him hadn't been that great: he looked like the typical South American womanizer, with an ego the size of Texas, nice look and zero class that tried to hit on anything that breathed and had two mammary glands.

My somewhat stereotypical impression didn't last long, however, as both during the trip to the hotel and the trip to the restaurant and the tourist sites he demonstrated a deep knowledge of the city's history and unexpected oratorical talent. His English was really good, definitely better than ours, and his faint accent further decorated his speeches. He talked all the time and really fast, but never in a suffocating way. It was a real pleasure to listen to him; he had both interesting anecdotes to tell and funny jokes that lightened the mood during longer trips.

Surprisingly, even though he was with us most of the time, we never felt like he was in the way or overstepped their boundaries. It still felt like a trip with just us girls and his presence was simply a welcoming plus. Even I, that at first didn't like his presence, ended up accepting him and enjoying both his presence, his voice and, although I didn't want to admit it yet, even his figure.

From time to time, thoughts about my life back in Italy crawled back in my mind: thoughts about my ex-husband, my sons and my crumbling life; whenever that happened, I would feel a deep pain in my chest, with an army of tears ready to burst open from my eyes. My friends helped, of course, but I always felt bad taking about my problems them because I didn't want to ruin our trip by bringing up those topics and the guilt prevented me from being totally open.

When Pedro was present however, for some weird logic, those depressing thoughts never resurfaced: while he narrated his tales, my brain was completely focused on his soft lips, his ever-exposed abs and his captivating gaze. I tried to fight those sensations at first, both because of the relevant age gap and because I didn't want my kids to have a mother that had dirty thoughts on young men.

With each passing day, resisting those impure thoughts became more and more difficult, especially after realizing how much he made me laugh whenever he spoke to me. I couldn't remember the last time I had a real laugh, after all that happened. When Pedro was near me, some of my mental shackles could finally loosen up.

I guess the feelings that were building inside me were starting to become really apparent, since the other girls started to joke about how I looked at Pedro or how I blushed every time he spoke to me during our excursions. I always denied firmly, not sure if I was trying to convince them or myself and tried to maintain a certain composure whenever they brought up the topic when he was not listening.

Two weeks passed by and the last night of our amazing trip arrived: Pedro brought us to a pool party outside of the city, full of tourists like us who ate and danced like there was no tomorrow.

We usually ate by ourselves while Pedro went away somewhere with his group returning just in time to bring us back to the hotel, but that night the other girls insisted that he had to eat with us for once and of course he accepted.

I sat on the opposite side of the table from him, since I didn't want the others to make silly comments during the dinner, but I couldn't help to look at him as usual while casually consuming the food. From time to time, I felt like he gazed back, reciprocating the energy of my looks but it was probably my imagination. Or so I thought.

"Ok girls, I think it's time to make thing last night really unforgettable" Margherita exclaimed at some point "Who wants to hit the pool?"

"I thought you'd never ask" I replied.

"It's been ages since we went to the pool together, can't wait. Are you joining us too Pedro?"

He looked baffled, like he didn't expect an invitation at all, then said "Well... of course! If you want my company, I will gladly swim with you all pretty ladies. I don't have a swimsuit, but the owner of the place is a friend of mine and I'm sure he can lend me one."

We gut up from the table and went to the changing rooms to put our suits up.

"Let's hope Pedro can find a swimsuit for him" said Nicoletta.

"I bet somebody wouldn't mind if he entered in the pool without one" exclaimed Margherita, whose smirk was soon followed by my foot on her plumpy bottom "Ouch! I was talking about me, not you."

"Yeah sure, need I remind you that he could be our son?"

"Well, he is not THAT young. He is just twenty-"

"Don't say it please! I don't want to think about it."

"Oh c'mon Raffaella, we are not blind. We see how you look at him and also how he looks at you."

"Besides, what would be wrong with that? You are on a vacation, eons away from home. Nobody knows you here. You need to relax and let go."

"And let's be honest, when was the last time that you had sex?"

That last sentence shocked me: "Don't be absurd, I've only been divorced for barely six months. I'm not that sex deprived."

"Babe, I meant good sex."

"Can we please stop talking about my sex life? It is making me uncomfortable. I came here to swim with my friends, not to... to do whatever you are implying that I would like to do."

Nicoletta intervened: "Ok, ok fine... look we're sorry, you know we want you to enjoy your life."

"And I am, honest. God knows I needed both this vacation and some time with my best friends. I love you all and I'll always be grateful for this splendid gift you have given me."

We hugged, feeling my ribs crack under Margherita's ponderous grip.

"Oh you sweetie, you gonna make me cry. Ok, enough with the sugar words, let's hit to the pool!"

I laughed "You can go; I will put away our jewellery in the cabinet outside and I will reach you in a minute."

We went out of the changing room; they went right towards the crowd while I went left toward the cabinet.

While I was walking, I saw two girls passing by: they were both extremely gorgeous, probably in their twenties, with swimsuits that highlighted their curves and the energy of their youth.

As soon as they got behind me, they started laughing.

I froze.

"Were they laughing about me?" I thought.

I had no logical reason to think that; I wasn't even sure that they noticed me, but that thought kept me from going forward.

They were so young and so beautiful, flat belly with a pretty navel like a cherry on top of a dessert, huge tits that bounced at every step and delicate faces.

"Margherita said that Pedro looked at me in a certain way... but why would he, when there are so many pretty girls around us?" I thought. Then I got angry at myself "Why the fuck am I thinking about him and what he might be attracted to? C'mon Raffaella, this is no time to sulk you have a party to crash!"

I finally moved from my spot and positioned our purses inside the cabinet.

My wedding ring fell from my purse, making a deafening sound when it hit the wood.

In those two weeks, I completely forgot that I still had it with me. For most of the vacation I managed to get it off my mind, to get HIM off my mind, never feeling the urge to hold it in my hand and stare at it.

But there it was.

"If you had taken better care of your face, I wouldn't have felt the need to look for somebody prettier."

Silvano's words roared in my brain.

I looked to the left, next to the cabinet there was a mirror.

I saw them.

I saw them all.

All my defects, all the scars that both time and depression left on my body: My face full of wrinkles, my messy air with some white strands, the ruined skin on my neck, my bloated belly, the stretch marks alongside my tights, my decaying bottom and ultimately my bra that barely supported my soggy breasts.

I was horrible, a far cry from the beauty I had in my teenage years.

"Who would ever look at something like me?" I thought, as I felt the tears rise and the world around me started to fall.

My breath started to accelerate.

"This was a bad idea."

The laugh of those two girls resonated inside my head.

"I should get dressed, tell the others I don't feel really good and..."

"Is everything all right Raffaella?"

Pedro's voice from behind startled me.

Here he was, beautiful as ever with nothing on himself but a red swimsuit that left really little to my imagination, while I felt embarrassed and pathetic and my arms instinctively covered my body like a child tries to embarrassingly hide from a parent after breaking a glass.

"Oh Pedro I... I'm sorry I didn't hear you" I whispered as I wiped my tears away "It is nothing really, I must've eaten something bad before I'm not feeling well, I think I will skip the swimming pool I'm really sorry."

His gaze moved to the left and I realized that he must've seen the ring; I put it back right away, but what has been seen couldn't be unseen.

"Problems with your husband?"

I didn't reply and kept looking at his feet, unable to stare at him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, that was inappropriate of me" he quickly added "This is personal, I understand if you don't want to share it with me. I just want you to know that if you need to talk, if you need anything, I'm here."

I laughed, more embarrassed than ever: "Thank you, Pedro, but I swear I'm really not feeling good. Please, I just want to stay a little bit alone, tell my friends that I will wait for them at the hotel."

"If you want to return to the hotel I will accompany you, don't worry; but I think they would prefer to hear it from you" he lent me his arm "Do you want me to walk you to them?"

I hesitated, then a voice within me urged myself to accept his offer; after all, leaving them out of the blue would have been disrespectful, especially after all they had done to help me.

We walked down the hallway arm in arm and I realized that I was touching him directly for the first time in two weeks: his arm was strong and muscular, with a soft bronze skin and the back of my hand hit "by mistake" his marmoreal six-pack while we went down the stairs.

When we returned outside where the party was, the noise of the crowd and the explosion of colors and the multitude of dancing people made me uneasy once again.

I felt overexposed and it seemed to me that everybody's eyes were fixed at us: we were an unusual duo after all and I probably looked like an old mother accompanying her son to the party or, even worse, like a cougar walking around with her toyboy.

I strengthened my grip around his arm and he whispered: "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

The panic was still there, but by focusing on him I managed to keep it under control. After a few minutes, that lasted entire hours for me, we finally reached Nicoletta and Margherita that waited for us in the swimming pool drinking their cocktails

"Hey you two! You sure took your sweet time to arrive here."

Before I could say anything, Pedro intervened: "Raffaella is not feeling well, I think it's better if she skips the party."

"What? What happened?"

"Probably something in the food, she said she wants to return back to the hotel."

"What really? What a shame, the last night of all times. Give us one minute and we will be back too."

"No please" I interrupted her "I don't want you to spend the night inside our room; you stay here and enjoy the party also for me."

"I will accompany her, you two can stay here and phone me when you want to return" added Pedro.

"Oh don't be silly" yelled Nicoletta "There's no way we are abandoning our friend and- ouch!"

Margherita interrupted Nicoletta elbowing her in the stomach: "Don't worry you two, we will be fine, we leave her in your care Pedro."

Normally I would have replied something to dismiss those allusions, especially with the stupid way Margherita was looking at both of them, but all I could say was: "Have fun girls, I will rest for tomorrow's flight."

We returned to the changing room and I quickly dressed, then went out to the parking lot where he was waiting for me; only when I got inside the van, I realized that I was alone with him for the first time.

"Have you noticed? the sky is really beautiful tonight, not a single cloud in sight."

I didn't really look at it, so I muttered a generic: "Yes... it is."

"Whenever I feel down, whenever I want to escape my problems... I know this place out of town where you gaze at the stars and it really helps you relax and lose yourself in the wilderness."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I was thinking that maybe you need a place like that right now, instead of an hotel room."

I laughed: "Why do you really want to bring me there?"

"Because I can see that something is wrong with you; not only tonight, in these days you always carried some sort of sadness behind your smiles. I would like to help you and I don't think that isolating yourself will be the solution."

"Yeah sure" I replied bitterly, diverting my gaze "Like somebody like you would really care about an old hag like me."

Deep silence followed my last phrase.

"I'm sorry I..."

"Fasten your belt" he said coldly, looking in front of him "we will arrive in twenty minutes".

We remained silent for half the trip, awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze; it was only when we arrived at the first stoplight that I finally said something: "I'm divorced."

"What?"

"You asked before if I had troubles with my husband, but the truth is that I do not have one anymore. I found him with another woman."

"I'm sorry to hear that, for real."

"I know I should throw away that ring but... "

"You still hope he will be back?"

"Yes, I do. I know it is stupid but... we've been married for 25 years, Pedro. Twenty-five! The day of our wedding you weren't even born, that's the magnitude of time I am talking about! I have to believe that it wasn't for nothing, that he hasn't forgotten everything just because I was not the perfect wife for him."

"Is that what he told you?"

"More or less... apparently I wasn't good enough for him anymore; after the kids arrived, I stopped taking care of my body and I was too tired most of the times to accommodate his needs; I neglected myself and in turn I neglected my husband's desires while time did the rest."

"Why?"

I shrugged: "I took him for granted, I guess I never though that he would stop loving me and... "

"No, I mean... why do you blame yourself so much?"

I looked at my feet as I felt an unpleasant feeling rising up from my abdomen: "Because it must be my fault."

"It is not an answer"

I finally snapped: "What do you know!? I need to believe it was my fault, because that way I would know what to do to bring everything back the way it was! I would know how to be a good wife, I would know how to look gorgeous and return to be the woman he once loved! " I gasped for air, my throat kept getting tighter and tighter "you want to know why do I want to believe that it is really my fault? Because if it wasn't... if he didn't do what he did because of my actions... then why did he keep saying all those mean things to me, to the woman he was supposed to love until his last days, if they were not the truth?"

I looked at him directly in the eyes, for the first time since I entered the van: "Why did he blame ME after I found him naked in OUR bed with that woman? Why did he blame ME even when it was obvious that he was at fault and that HE should have been the one to beg for not being thrown out of the house?"

Pedro remained silent.

"Why!?" I shouted.

"You know the answer."

"Because I took for granted our love and I didn't listen to his needs and..."

"You know the reason. You just have to admit it to yourself."

"Admit what!? That my husband, the person I loved, the person I married, that fathered my children, was a total piece of shit right from the start? That he cared only for my fleeting beauty and nothing more? That he deceived me for decades and I believed every sweet lie that came out of his fucking dirty ass mouth while he fucked some random whores behind my back? Is that what I should say!?" I tried to stop my tears with my hands, uselessly, as both them and my words kept overflowing out of my head "I mean, how stupid can you be for not realizing it for all those fucking years!? How imbecile am I? That piece of shit! How dare he blame ME?! Fuck!"

Pedro stayed silent as I kept crying and cursing and punching the dashboard while he continued to drive through the night.

I appreciated the fact that he didn't try to console me with pretty phrases but remained silent as I was throwing out all the rage that I kept inside me for nearly a year.

When I finally managed to see again through the tears, I realized we were standing right in front of the hotel; Pedro offered me a paper towel that I happily accepted.

"I'm sorry you to see... well, this."

"You don't need to apologize; it is natural to cry when we suffer."

I smiled: "Definitely not the night I envisioned this morning."

"Hey, it is not over yet; I could take you back to Margherita and Nicoletta if you feel like it."

I stood silent for a minute.

"Does that place really exist? The one where you can see the stars and feel one with nature?"

His face lit up: "Are you sure you want to go there?"

"First tell me... once we arrive there, what will happen?"

"Well, I have some blankets; we could lie on the ground and talk all night while gazing at the firmament."

"Pedro please, I am not that naïve and I'm tired of men talking bullshit to me; what do you really want?"

He looked at me without saying a word, with an indecipherable face, then he answered my question with serious tone: "I want to bring you there to see the stars with you... and to make love with you."

I internalized that phrase, then took a deep breath: "Ok."

"Ok... to what?"

"I don't know yet; let's go there and we will figure it out."

I honestly don't remember what happened during the travel to his magical place: Pedro put on some music I think, I doubt we talked that much; my mind was too busy reviving and overanalysing the talk we had under the hotel to bother with things like memorizing stuff of thinking about actions and consequences.

He brought me in a small area out town, in the middle of the forest; apart from the night lights of Santa Fe and the full moon on top of our heads, everything was covered in absolute darkness.

"Are you sure we will not get assaulted by somebody?"

"Don't worry I've come here many times, you are safe."

We got out of the van and pulled some blankets on the wet grass, the air was still and a bit moisty but overall, the temperature was nice; I lied down and looked at the heavens above, mesmerized by the myriad of tiny light that shined in the vast Cosmo.

I couldn't remember the last time I stopped and looked at the starry sky; he was right, this place felt indeed magical.

Meanwhile Pedro took out a couple of beers from the portable freezer and gave one to me; I smirked "This is your plan then?"

"What do you mean?"

"After bringing me here, in the middle of nowhere, to gaze at the milky way... you want to get me drunk so that you can kiss me?"

Pedro gazed at me silently for a couple of seconds, his dark eyes reflecting my face: "I do want to kiss you, just..."

"Just?"

"I don't think I will need alcohol to do that."

I punched him in the shoulder as I burst out laughing: "You really are something."

He smiled: "Am I wrong?"

He put down the can of beer, then got closer to me; I didn't reply and found myself unable to not look back at him as his rosy lips got closer and closer to mine. Then his hand caressed my cheek and our mouths connected. It was a delicate kiss, almost innocent, as the moon shined upon us, the only witness to our romantic moment.

His tongue started to make its way inside my mouth and intertwined with mine; after that, he bit my lower lips as his hands started sliding down on my body.

I lied down and he moved on top of me and my hand started exploring his body too, feeling his abs and his ass from outside his clothes. He bit my neck as I let out a soft moan, the first of many to come. No words were exchanged as I started to unbutton his shirt while he unzipped my dress, guided only by lust as our bodies slowly emerged from our clothes as baby chicks from their eggs. Our kisses became longer and more passionate as my mind started to drift away in an ocean of pleasure.

As soon as I finished removing the last button, he stood up with his torso and removed his shirt completely: his necklace shined as the moonlight enhanced the silhouette of his body, my eyes gazing every bits of his tanned abdominals as he gazed smiled from the top.

"Why are you smiling?" I murmured.

"You are so beautiful."

I laughed again "I'm way past my prime, you are saying this only because you want to fuck me."

He rushed down to my neck, biting and kissing it with passion, as I moaned with a mix of surprise and arousal "I'm saying it because I think that you are really beautiful and hot and you excite me so much" he whispered into my ears, as he started to remove the dress from my shoulders and slide it down my body "Ultimately, I also want to fuck you" he pressed his crotch against my wet panties and I felt his bulge as he trusted it against my lower list and my legs instinctively clamped his waist pushing him against my body.

I kissed him again, then I looked at him in the eyes and yelled "Then fuck me, Pedro!"

Following my order, he proceeded to remove my bra exposing my tits to the wilderness as his mouth mercilessly started to suck on my fully erected nipples sending jolts of pleasure toward my brain. While he masterfully sucked my tits, I started to undo his belt and remove his pants shoving a hand inside and feeling the erection he was packing; I couldn't see it, but it was clearly big, hot and ready to make me scream with pleasure. The sole thought made me even more wet and increased the pitch of my moans. In that moment I was no longer Raffaella the divorced woman or Raffaella the mother of two kids, I was simply a woman that wanted to be pleasured by her man.

Pedro stopped sucking on my tits and started going down towards his next prey: he removed my hopelessly drenched panties, then spit on his fingers and inserted two of them inside my vagina as in parallel he started licking my clitoris. I shivered with pleasure as the combined feelings of both his finger and his tongue were driving me mad with pleasure.

I didn't know how many girls he fucked, how many woman he brought on that hill, but I suddenly realized why he kept calling himself "The best of Santa Fè": every touch of his tongue ignited sparkles of joy as the fingers kept penetrating me touching all the right spots. In under a minute, I felt something rising within me and I found myself screaming as I reached the first orgasm of that night "Oh god Pedro, yes yeeeees Cazzo sì sì oh Gog, vengooooo!"

I spasmed as the orgasm invaded my body, not remembering the last time that the touch of a man made me cum so hard. Pedro kept licking my pussy for as long as I screamed and then, when he saw me relaxing, he stood up and took out the remaining of his clothes. I watched as he took out his underwear and his dick popped out fully erect onto the starry sky: It was probably 15 cm long and really curved, with two big balls filled with juicy sperm only waiting to be released on my body... or inside.

The sole thought of him coming inside my belly made me hornier than I dare to remember.

He sat down, legs open, and started to slowly stroke it while looking at me in all my nakedness as my pussy began to get wet again as I admired his manhood.

"I really liked earing you orgasming in Italian: "Cazoooo, vjengooo"" he mocked her "It means you really enjoyed my finger work."

I laughed "Oh I surely enjoyed it. Now I understand your motto!"

"I told you, I am a man of many talents" he smiled as he continued to stroke his dick while looking at me "Now I'm wondering what your talents are, señorita" he pounded his hard dick onto his hand and the sound made me instinctively bite my lips. I got on all fours, my tits hanging down towards the ground like two pieces of soft meat that instantaneously got his attention and crawled slowly towards him.

"Tell me what you want me to do?" I whispered, looking at him directly in his big eyes.

Pedro smirked, as my lips got closer and closer to the tip of his shaft "Chupame la verga, señorita."

I obeyed, as I welcomed his hot rod into my mouth while my left hand started massaging his heavy balls. The smell of musk invaded my nostrils as my tongue diligently licked his tip and led his cock into my throat, sucking his beautiful cock and getting wetter by the minute.

I expected him to put his hand onto my head and start trusting it violently further deep, like Silvano used to do, but instead he remained still and laid back enjoying the view of and older woman happily blowing the life out of him.

This was new for me: I wasn't gagging on his cock because I was forced to, I was embracing his whole penis with my throat because I wanted to.

I abandoned myself totally to the act of pleasuring his member, licking it, kissing it, massaging it with both hands as our arousal increased: I came just a minute ago but my pussy wanted more and he, as much as he was enjoying it, clearly didn't do all that work just to receive a blowjob.

"Pedro, scopami! I want you to fuck me, I need you in my pussy."

I began to crawl on top him in order to ride his splendid dick, but he stopped me "Not here... there" he pointed at the car "Quiero que la tomes por atrás, I want to take you there, from behind."

Obediently I stood up and walked towards the car and leaned onto the car hood, feeling the cold of the metal against my boobs as I raised my ass towards him wating for my prize; he walked slowly, dick in hand, and positioned himself behind me with the tip at the entrance.

I thought he would have entered right away, but he started to trust it onto my lips instead: that devilish boy wanted to tease me once again!

"Tell me you want it, señorita."

"Please fuck me, I want you dick so badly!"

Pedro leaned down and started playing with my clit: "You know how I want you to say it."

"Oh god... Pedro... ti prego scopami, voglio il tuo cazzo dentro di me adesso! Scopa la tua cagna!"

"Here's you reward, mi perrita."

He grabbed my waist and pushed it inside, slamming the entirety of his member inside my welcoming pussy. I started to scream as he pounded me from behind, revealing an hidden fury as he railed my insides while I screamed of joy. Then he grabbed my hairs with his right hand and folded my breasts with his left, as he kept mounting me like an animal in heat. Both our moans intertwined with the noise of the bouncing car as the brakes struggled against our passionate mating.

"Te voy a romper la cotorra, señorita!"

"Yes fuck me! Spaccami la figa col tuo cazzone! Break my pussy!"

We continued to fuck like animals as our screams filled the night, not caring to be heard. We kept alternating dirty talks in English, Italian and Spanish, a lustful babel tower with our moans as the only true universal language. Then I felt his pace getting faster and his grunting more intense, he was about to come. The thought of receiving his young seed directly into my uterus made me orgasm almost instantly as he kept fiercely ravaging my uterus.

"Sborrami dentro siiiii! Cum in me! I'm coming yes yes yes yes, Godooooooo!!!"

Pedro came not long after: "Oh si! Recibe mi leche! Fuuuuuck!" he screamed as I felt a hot wave of jizz filling my uterus, painting my insides white as my pussy clenched on its shaft as if to milk him dry of every drop.

We remained there for a dozen of seconds, painting and sweating, then he finally pulled out and laid down onto the beach towel. I followed him, sperm leaking from my pussy, and collapsed near him. We stayed there for an imprecise amount of time, fully naked watching silently the starry sky.

Our magical moment got interrupted by his phone ringing: "Oh shit! We forgot about the other two! I need to pick them up."

We laughed as we run to get dressed again, cleaning ourselves as best as we could.

When I reached my purse, I realized that most of its content fell out in the grass, I probably launched it at some point during the intercourse without realising that it was still open; I picked up everything and checked again.

I manged to find all the objects that were inside, except...

"Something wrong Raffaella?"

"No, it's just... I can't find my wedding ring."

"Wait, let me take the flashlight and I can help you locate it."

I nodded: "No, don't bother"

"Are you sure?"

"Lets go take those two, if Margherita gest angry because you are late we will never see the end of it. Plus tomorrow we have the flight and the three of us are way past our usual bedtime."

He smiled: "I'm so proud of you."

I smiled back, then kissed him passionately.

He really was the best of Santa Fe.