The sun cast its warm, golden glow over us as we emerged from the dense, verdant jungle, the air humming with the sounds of distant birds and rustling leaves. I would visit my uncle's ex-wife's sister, who had made Colombia her home for the past few years. The anticipation of seeing her added a sense of excitement to the journey, as the lush greenery gradually gave way to the Colombian landscape's vibrant colours and lively atmosphere. She lived in Mexico for a couple of years.
I was about to plunge into Cali, Colombia, with anticipation thrumming through my veins. We were in Putumayo, and the journey ahead was supposed to be a mere hour- a short sprint that felt like an eternity in my restless mind. The promise of staying at her place for a week loomed large, a tantalising prospect of indulging in her hospitality and savouring every moment of this adventure. Since I have been in the country, I have been craving Bandeja Paisa. My mouth was watering from thinking about it for the past week while in the jungle. The only thing the guerrillas provided was alcohol and drugs, which are not nourishing for the body.
I climbed into the co-pilot seat, adjusting my headset and scanning the dense canopy of the rainforest through the windshield. The air was heavy with humidity, and the occasional distant call of a tropical bird broke the silence. I glanced at my watch, eager to leave this lush expanse behind. After what felt like an eternity, but was 30 minutes, my co-pilot finally climbed aboard, fastening his seatbelt and flipping switches with practised ease. The engines roared to life, vibrating through the entire aircraft. As we ascended into the sky, the vibrant greens of the rainforest gradually receded beneath us.
The weather in Cali is the same as in Putumayo's previous location. You don't know how much you miss the city while away from civilisation. I travelled the city, making the most of my free time by looking at potentially profitable locations.
People walking past us were giving us a wide berth, the benefits of having security accompanying you everywhere you go, apart from my new school, which had top-of-the-line security.
Fundación Valle de Lili (FVL) hospital is where Amparo works, but she is currently busy treating patients. We went to a bar to entertain the guys and have a drink. I won't be drinking currently, but I will allow my guys to partake in alcohol, and my driver and I will stay sober. I have never been interested in alcohol in my past live and won't be beneficial for me to drinks.
Seeing that we were high rollers, the establishment's owner invited a scheming temptress and stripper/ escort to entertain us. I scanned her, and it indicated that she was manipulative and had a criminal record. However, she doesn't have any bad intentions regarding me, so I don't have any problems with what she is doing.
The neon lights of the strip club cast an electric glow over the room, bathing the stage in a kaleidoscope of colours. I, Leónidas, sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey and soda, my eyes scanning the crowd. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faint tang of cigarette smoke.
It was a typical Friday night in Bogotá, Colombia, and I was here for one reason: to forget. Forget the stress of work, forget the failed relationships, forget the weight of expectations that seemed to crush me daily.
My gaze drifted to the stage, where a woman with long, brownish-red hair swayed to the pulsating beat. She was curvy, her hips swaying hypnotically as she moved. Even from a distance, I could tell her breasts were augmented, but they suited her frame perfectly, adding to her voluptuous allure. There was something about her, a raw, unapologetic sexuality that drew me in. I felt a stir of desire, a primal urge that had been dormant for far too long.
As she approached the edge of the stage, our eyes met. Hers were a deep green, sparkling with mischief and a hint of challenge. She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. Without breaking eye contact, she began to move closer, her body undulating to the rhythm of the music.
"Hola, guapo," she purred, her voice husky and laced with a hint of an accent. "Are you enjoying the show?"
I cleared my throat, suddenly aware of the heat rising in my cheeks. "It's... quite something," I managed, my voice rough with desire.
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Why don't you come closer, Leónidas? I have a feeling you'd enjoy it even more."
My heart skipped a beat as she said my name, her lips forming the syllables with a sensual precision. I hesitated, torn between my desire and the voice in my head warning me to be cautious. But the lure of her was too strong, and I found myself rising from the bar stool, my legs moving of their own accord.
As I approached the stage, she held out her hand, her nails painted a deep crimson. I took it, feeling the softness of her skin against mine. She pulled me closer, her body pressing against the edge of the stage, her breasts inches from my face. I could smell her perfume, a heady mix of floral and musk, and my head spun with the intensity of it all.
"What's your name, beautiful?" I asked, my voice hoarse with need.
"Jessica," she replied, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke. "And I think it's time for your private show, Leónidas."
With that, she turned, her body moving with a grace that belied her profession. She began to dance, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine. She ran her hands over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. I felt my breath quicken, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched, mesmerized.
As the music built to a crescendo, Jessica reached behind her, unfastening the straps of her top. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her breasts in all their augmented glory. They were perfect, full and round, the nipples tight and erect. I felt my mouth go dry, my body responding with an urgency that took me by surprise.
She smiled, seeing the effect she had on me. "Do you like what you see, Leónidas?"
I nodded, unable to speak, my eyes glued to her body.
"Good," she purred. "Because I feel you're going to like what comes next even more."
With that, she turned, presenting her back to me. She reached behind her, unzipping her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. She was wearing a thong, the fabric barely covering her curves, and I felt my eyes widen at the sight.
"Come closer, Leónidas," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "I want you to see every inch of me."
I stepped forward, my body trembling with anticipation. I was close enough now to see the goosebumps on her skin, the faint dusting of freckles across her shoulders. She turned her head, meeting my gaze, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity.
"Touch me," she commanded, her voice low and demanding.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against her skin, feeling the softness of her curves. She shivered at my touch, her body leaning into mine. I ran my hands over her hips, feeling the dip of her waist, the swell of her buttocks. She moaned, a low, appreciative sound, and I felt a surge of pride at my ability to pleasure her.
As our bodies moved in sync, the music fading into the background, I became aware of the eyes upon us. The other patrons, the dancers, and the bartenders were all watching, their gazes hungry and voyeuristic. But I didn't care. In that moment, there was only Jessica and me, our bodies entwined, our desires laid bare for all to see.
Jessica's hands found the waistband of my pants, her fingers deftly unfastening the button, pulling down the zipper. I lifted my hips, allowing her to slide my pants down my legs, my underwear following soon after. I was fully erect now, my cock throbbing with need, and Jessica's eyes widened at the sight.
"Impresionante," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder.
She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, squeezing gently. I hissed at the sensation, my head falling back as pleasure washed over me. She began to stroke me, her touch firm and confident, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Do you want me, Leónidas?" she asked, her voice a whisper.
"Yes," I groaned, my voice thick with desire. "I want you so much."
She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "Then take me."
With that, she turned, presenting her body to me. She reached behind her, her fingers grasping my cock, guiding me to her entrance. I felt the wet heat of her, the softness of her folds, and I thrust forward, burying myself inside her.
She gasped, her head falling back as I filled her. I began to move, my hips snapping forward, my cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, sucking sound. The sensation was incredible, the tightness of her surrounding me, the warmth of her enveloping me.
I reached around, my hands grasping her breasts, squeezing them, feeling the weight of them in my palms. She moaned, her body moving in time with mine, her hips meeting each thrust with a desperate urgency.
The room was spinning, the music a distant throb, as I lost myself in the sensation of her body. I was aware of the eyes upon us, the whispers, the murmurs of approval, but I didn't care. In that moment, there was only Jessica and me, our bodies joined, our desires intertwined.
As I felt my climax building, I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She cried out, her body tensing, her walls clenching around me as she came, her juices flowing over my cock. I followed soon after, my body shuddering as I released, my cum shooting deep inside her.
We stood there, our bodies still joined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, as the reality of what we had just done began to sink in. The room was silent, the only sound the pounding of our hearts, the raggedness of our breathing.
Jessica turned, her eyes meeting mine, a smile playing on her lips. "That," she said, her voice husky with satisfaction, "was incredible."
I nodded, unable to speak, my mind still reeling from the intensity of our encounter.
As we disentangled ourselves, the room slowly coming back into focus, I became aware of the consequences of our actions. We had just had sex in a public place, our bodies on display for all to see. The thrill of it was still coursing through me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that we had crossed a line, that things would never be the same again.
Jessica seemed to sense my turmoil, her hand reaching out to touch my cheek, her eyes searching mine. "Are you okay, Leónidas?"
I took a deep breath, my heart still pounding in my chest. "I think so," I replied, my voice hoarse. "But I have a feeling things are about to get a lot more complicated."
She smiled, a mysterious curve of her lips, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the manipulative woman beneath the seductive exterior. "Complicated can be fun," she purred, her voice low and suggestive.
And as I looked into her eyes, I knew that she was right. Our encounter had unleashed a torrent of desire, a flood of consequences that would change everything. But at that moment, I didn't care. I was lost in the thrill of it all, the excitement of the unknown, and the promise of more to come.
The night was still young, and as Jessica's hand found mine, her fingers intertwining with mine, I knew that this was only the beginning. The beginning of an adventure, a journey into the unknown, with a woman who was as dangerous as she was desirable. And as we walked out of the strip club, our bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. One thing was certain: it would be anything but boring.