User blog:Carthois/Why God Made Mexico

Been a while since I put one on here so I hope you guys love it and keep in mind it gets a bit steamy at the end here, so watch out y'all. Lets kick it!

Nothing but warm breezes and waving tides. Ahhh its good to be in Paradise.

Joe breathes lazily and takes in the Acapulco skies. Life in Denver just was hard, the metal scrapping, the every day work grind and even his girlfriend was just killing him, and finally, he had enough. He quit his job on the GM factory line, collected on his pool of company shares,  sold off his house, dumped his nagging girlfriend, hiked it up on the first trip to the sweet sandy beaches of Mexico.

And there Joe sat, in his own white fold out chair, ray bans, a straw hat, and beer in hand; watching that nice blue ocean almost glow out in the distance. This is the life, he thought.

His flat lay off some three miels down the rode, but the walk here was definitely worth it. The beach around his was almost empty, surprising for the evening hour of 7:30 but who cares. Its so quiet and serene, he could almost fall asleep.

Almost.

He saw only a lazy shadow off to the right of him, a good few feet away. Rolling around his head, Joe was gifted with the sight of one of the most gorgeous looking bombon he'd seen in his time here. Long black hair, nice green eyes, and nice tan skin that would put Sofia Vegara to shame. Even better, she was sporting a nice strapless black top as she clopped her way down to the beach.

That's right, clopping. Her front crotch area was covered by a modest shaw, but back behind it, followed a sleak black equine body, kicking up sand from her hooves and swishing her skinny tail on her way down beside him.These girls, these fine ladies, are something that Jow hadn't really thought of going for before but, nonetheless, he was dropping his ray bans to gain the hole scope of that magnifecent body.

She plopped off a few yards beside him, unfurling her beach towel and sprawling over its brightly coulored design. Her bag slopped off her arms and, by god, she looked like she had glistening skin already.

He chaste himself for a second and slipped his shade back up his nose. If he was going to gaze, he was going to do so descretely.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a book and a small orange-brown bottle, opening the book to the marked page and used her bent front hooves to hold the book in place. Then, taking that bottle in her hands, she popped the cap and out came some light white sunblock.

Joe was not believing his fortune, on the beach with a beauty in reach, rubbing herself down with sunblock. Before his camper could pitch a tent, he removed his hat and put it in his lap, over his crotch and kicked the chair back. Reaching down, he picked out a fresh new beer from his cooler and popped th cap, taking a swig and glancing at the lucious belleza. Her tail swished back and forth over the towel, as she tried to both read and rub her shoulders at the same time.

After a few more swigs and glances, Joe was figuring this to be quite the evening.

Then, he glanced over one more time, bottle still in his lips, and was struck to find she was looking back at him.

"Hey!" She called out, "You done being a perv?"

Good lord, her accent was even better than he'd thought. "Uh, excuse me?"

"You think I can't tell when a guy is looking at me?" She foled her arms.

Joe knew he'd been found out and stuck his beer in the sand, "My bad, hon. Couldn't help it."

She capped the bottle and adjusted herself, "Then try to help. Come over here and rub my back will yah? And bring a beer over for me too."

He was stuck for a few seconds. Was this really happening? he thought. Like hell he was gonna pass it up, so when in Rome...

He took up his hat and two beers and strode over to her towel, holding the fresh cold one in the air beside her. "Trade yah the beer for the bottle?"

She tossed up the bottle, which he caught, and stuck the beer in her hands. Now came the hard part, mostly due to Joe's lead pipe in his cargo shorts. He unscrewed the bottle cap and shook out a glob of sunblock and rubbed his hands together.

Now that he looked, she was actually quite small for her kind, about a three foot run from her human back to her rump. He came up over her equine back and lightly sat on her back rubbing his hands a bit more nervously, "Ready?"

With a curt nod and flick of her tail, Joe took that as the cue to start working, and that he did. His hands weren't really all too callused but he just hoped they werent to hard on her silky skin. He was right earlier that her skin was glistening, it was already showing signs of sweat as he rolled over her shoulders.

"Hey, mind undoing the top back here so I can get everything?" It was a bit low of him, he could get it done regardless, but Joe just had to see her without it, breasts or not.

She flipped a page in her book and undid her front clasp, which dropped the top. She clutched her arm around her chest and covered her well endowned breasts.

Oh god, her muscles are hard! Sliding down, they felt like smooth hot rocks under his palms. Joe could reach around to the sides of her stomach and feel along the bare borders of her soft stomach, completely opposite from that of her back.

His miner was just itching to burst from the cave of his shorts.

Then, just as he was about to go on to offer to do the front of her too, she whirled around and pulled Joe by his white ragged shirt and pulled him head first into, as he could barely think to describe, the most passionate kiss he's ever had.

Her long tongue went places he didn't even know were allowed, much less gave his a run for its money on how salivated it was. She suddenly she pulled out from him, a loud audible pop coming from their lips.

Her face was bright red, and Joe could swear her eyes weren't as glazed when he had been first talking to her.

"Listen, the only man I've ever had is Jose Cuervo, and he don't do jack shit for me and-"

Joe interrupted, "When and where?"

They both just looked at each other for a second and laughed, although none losing their arousal.

She tugged at his shirt again, this time seeping a hand into the shirt, "I'm Morena...and you?"

The lead pipe was ready for some action, "Just your average Joe."

She looked down at his crotch and flicked her ears as she smiled, "Something tells me, you're not too average there."

"How about we find my house and I can show you?" He smirks and brushes his hands over her hide.

His efforts illicit a shiver out of Morena, "Oh lead the way me amor~."

Thank God for Mexico.