Location: Northern Peru
Constant travel had me worn down. I’d been drinking too much, fucking quite often, and essentially ignoring responsibilities normal humans tend to allocate resources too. My bank account was the opposite of on fleek. Suffice to say – a nigga was on the verge of being broke. So I found a cheap beach spot to settle into and took some time to focus on work.
While the work was going splendidly, we all have needs. And by needs, I mean boners. After a week of being a good boy, I was beginning to listen to the wrong head. I needed to emotionlessly thrust into a wonderful women, and soon. Luckily, there’s a little app called Tinder that has risen to popularity in South America as of late. A few swipes here and a bit of spamming there – and I had a date for the next day. She was about as cute as you could find in northern Peru (not saying much), at least from her pictures. Plus, she was eighteen. Her English was beyond broken while we messaged, some would call it non-existent.
We met on the beach around four the next afternoon. She was cute and had quite a bum on her (another rarity in Peru). Visibly young, it was clear she had just turned eighteen and was looking to explore her “femininity” or some shit. As we walked along the beach, I switched to only Spanish. Her English was surprisingly worse than my Spanish. This pleased her and we sat in the sand. Flirting commenced and she was soon giving me some doe eyes. Saying it was obvious would be an understatement. I quickly asked her if she wanted to go watch a movie in my apartment. A big smiled covered her face as she happily nodded yes.
The five-minute walk from the beach was laced with some handholding – it was a sure thing. I threw on Wedding Crashers on Netflix and we snuggled up. I figured I’d let her get settled in for 10-15 minutes before making a move, but she looked up at me about two minutes into the movie and gave me those big doe eyes again. We were fucking within two minutes. No resistance. She ripped her clothes off right after I started kissing her in my bed. Here I thought she was an innocent little eighteen-year-old and she just wanted to get banged out by a gringo. And got damn – this eighteen-year-old knew the drill. For such an innocent looking girl, she could fit quite a lot of my penis into all her orifices.
We fucked into the evening before she got one too many phone calls from her father. My bed and sheets were destroyed. She had juiced all over the bed. The floor was covered in condoms. Her hair was frizzy while it had been straight when I met her. I never found out how she explained that to her dad that evening. Yet, somehow she was able to escape the constant gaze of her father to come see me a few times a week for the rest of my “workcation” on the beach. It was the perfect set up. No need to go out. No need to go on dates. I’d work all day then she’d come over for a few hours of “movie watching” before going back to her parent’s house with frizzy hair. I’d like to think taught this young, innocent eighteen-year-old a thing or two, but that’d be a lie. Eighteen is a nice number, but eighteen years is also a lot of time.