After years of playing on the streets, in subway stations, and small cafés, my friend Manuel and I finally landed a well paying gig at a fancy hotel, performing every evening from 8 to midnight.  We had met in grade school and dreamed of playing our music, his sax and my guitar.  The gig at the hotel was perfect. In addition to a base salary and generous tips from wealthy tourists, we ate at the restaurant and during our sessions allowed two drinks, then additional free drinks after our shows.  The best part was the people watching, especially the beautiful and elegantly dressed women.  It was a tremendous temptation not to flirt with the women and their gorgeous daughters, but we were strictly forbidden to interact in such a way with the guests.  I liked to make eye contact with the ladies as I played and Manuel was constantly getting on me about for fear we’d get fired.

As the holidays approached, the hotel was busy and our shows packed with revelers.  A week before Christmas, we were just starting our last set an hour before midnight when the most spectacular woman entered the bar.  She was wearing a super tight wine colored ensemble.  Her jet black hair glistened in the lights.  She had the most incredible voluptuous figure.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.  She was with a much younger man and at first I thought possibly her son.  Wishful thinking as I soon saw them holding hands.  “Bummer,” I thought.  “How could that loser get a woman like that?”

I watched them that night.  The guy got drunk and paid less and less attention to his beautiful companion.  I kept my eyes on her and she seemed into our music.  Her breasts were unbelievable in their size.  I was fixated on her magnificent orbs.  My stiff cock pressed my guitar and when I shifted around I realized I could easily masturbate myself just looking at her.

Midway through our last set, I whispered to Manuel, “Do you see her? Front table.  Big tits.”  Manuel nodded, “she’s amazing.”

“Can you believe that loser is with her?”

Manuel laughed and asked if I wanted to change up our last few songs.  I told him to follow my lead.

I stepped up to the microphone and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to slow it down a little and play some songs you might remember from a few years ago.  Please feel free to get out on the dance floor.”

We started playing a popular ballad from the 70’s which in my mind I dedicated to the mysterious goddess.  To my great surprise, the knockout in the wine colored outfit got up and grabbed her drunk boyfriend.  My heart skipped a beat as I admired her long legs, big round ass in that wonderful outfit.  It was torture watching her slow dance with that drunk loser.  Her huge breasts pressed against him as they circled around the dance floor.  I was mesmerized by the movement of her glorious ass checks under the satin material. His hands started to grope her generous ass and she politely pulled them to the small of her back.  I laughed and thought, “I could not resist touching that incredible ass either, my drunk friend.”

We finished the song and I watched them go back to their table. I watched her bend over to serve drinks, her huge breasts almost falling out.  She turned and bent at the waist, exposing her thong laces.  I turned to Manuel and he had a huge grin on his face.

When we were wrapping up our set, bidding the audience a good night, the drunk loser got up.  I couldn’t believe they were leaving before our show ended.  I was hoping to happen to run into the goddess and possibly make small talk.  I was happy to see her remain seated.  “Probably headed to the restroom,” I thought.

I announced the last song, “this goes out to all the beautiful women of our native land, no other country boasts such beauty.”  The women in the audience appreciated my kind words and clapped hard, including the goddess who was smiling as we made eye contact.

We finished and the crowd gave us a standing ovation.  The drunk loser had finally made his way back to the table.  He grabbed the goddesses hand and pulled her up clumsily.  I watched the embarrassing scene out of the corner of my eye.  As I continued to breakdown our equipment, I noticed Manuel catching my attention. He gestured for me to turn around.

I was surprised to see the drunk and the goddess.  “You two were great,” he said, speech slurred.  He looked about our age.  He pulled out $100 and stuffed it in our tip jar.  “Really, we thought you were the best,” he said with a laugh.  He was clearly trying to impress his date with the big tip.

“It’s always a pleasure to play for such an appreciative audience,” I said kindly, but not looking at him, just into the big honey brown eyes of his voluptuous mate.  She was stunning up close.  I could almost hear her breathing as I watched her bountiful bosom rise and fall.  “Good night and I hope we see you tomorrow night.  We play from 8 until midnight.  If you have any special requests, we will do our best to please you,” I said, eyes locked on the lady.

When they walked away and I stood admiring her massive ass in motion, Manuel punched me in the arm.  He was pissed.

“Are you crazy looking at that bitch that way in front of her boyfriend?”

“He’s drunk.  I could have cum on her face and he wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Well, maybe not him, but the boss has eyes everywhere,” Manuel scolded.

“Relax, it’s all in good fun,” I said.

We returned to packing up our equipment.  That night I skipped the free round of drinks after the show and went home immediately to masturbate about the mysterious goddess.  In my fantasy she was bent over the table, her pants pulled down around her sexy high heels, and I was rutting behind her like a dog in the streets, my hands clutching her huge tits as I exploded inside her

The next night we informed the head waiter to reserve the same table.  He immediately knew who we were talking about, “the one with the huge jugs,” were his exact words. 

The first three hours passed quickly and the front table sat vacant.  It affected my playing, choosing more downbeat songs.  As we started the last set, one of the waiters brought us our drinks and said, “jugs,” our code word for her, was on her way. They had gotten to the restaurant late and they had drunk two bottles of wine slowly.  A few minutes later they appeared.

I almost stopped in the middle of the song when I saw her enter the room.  I wished our waiter had said something to prepare me for the sight.  She was wearing an ultra small dress, a unique design I’d never seen before even in such a fashionable hotel.  It was hardly a few scraps of fabric covering an expanse of cocoa colored bare flesh.  She looked amazing, like a living doll, but the tone of the outfit screamed, “slut.”  She looked like a high priced hooker.  My hands were shaking as she approached and I watched her carefully sit down as to not expose herself.

For the rest of the night, there was a swarm of busboys and waiters around the front table.  I was amused to see her boyfriend was too drunk to take note of the excessive attention his big titted date was garnering.  I wanted to see more of her too and decided to make the same announcement as the night before, inviting people to dance to another popular ballad from the 70’s.  It worked and she was on the dance floor, as well as every dirty old man in the place with their irritated wives and girlfriends.  The goddess was clearly the center of the attention as all eyes were on her, waiting for a boob to slip out or more of her ass to be shown as she shimmied about the dance floor.

As we were playing I had a plan to get a closer look at the voluptuous vixen.  During the song, I “accidently” let our playlist fall to the dance floor.  As if fate had taken its fickle finger and moved in my favor, the playlist landed in the middle.  When we finished our song, I jumped off stage to retrieve it.  I pretended to notice them and approached with set list in hand.

“My dear generous patrons from last night, it is so good to see you,” I said, mostly talking to the woman. 

“We’re about to play the last song of the night.  Does this gorgeous creature have a favorite we might honor her by playing?” I asked, clearly acting as if I wanted another big tip, but really trying to flirt with the woman.

She said the name of a song.  I pretended not to hear so I leaned in close to her.  I could smell her fragrant perfume.  It was intoxicating.

“Yes, we know that one. And to whom shall we dedicate this?”

She blushed and said, “Maritza.”

I leaned in again, “I’m sorry, my hearing is not what it should be as a musician.”  It was a total lie, something I always used to get close to women in bars.

I went back on stage and told Manuel.  He nodded and we started to play. I said, “this goes out to a special woman who has graced us with her presence, this is for you, Maritza.”

We played a few extra notes to prolong the sensual image of her on the dance floor.  It wasn’t hard to imagine what she’d look like naked given the skimpiness of her dress.  I thought I would die just looking at that erotic feast in front of me and no right to partake of it.

When we were done, I told Manuel we were going to go meet them, specifically on the pretense of business.  Manuel didn’t understand. 

“Just follow my lead,” I said.

We approached the table.  A waitress had just delivered them a round of drinks.

“Hey, you,” he yelled at her.  “Set my musical friends up.”

We ordered and sat down.  Manuel was uncomfortable and whispered in my ear, “we could get fired!”  I told him we were actually doing the hotel a favor by being so hospitable to their guests.

We started out talking about music.  I ignored the guy blathering on about the direction jazz was going  I only had ears for Maritza.  Manuel quickly caught on to my game and engaged the guy in conversation, actually changing it to his favorite topic, soccer.  As they had an animated conversation, I pretended once again not to hear very well and moved closer to the sexy Maritza.

“Where are you from?” I asked.

“I am from Jalisco. My husband is from Tijuana ."

“Oh, he’s your husband!” I said.

“Well, he’s actually my boyfriend.  We’ve been living together for two months now.  We’re not married, but it feels like it.”

“Have you ever been married?”

“Oh, yes.  Once before.  This is all right for now. I’m not one to rush into anything.”

I nodded and said, Nevertheless, he’s one lucky guy.  He must have done something very special to win such a beautiful woman’s heart. Especially such a young guy.”

She smiled and blushed, “thanks for the compliment.  Well, he is a bit younger than me.”  She laughed.  “He’s actually my son’s best friend.”

“What?  How did that come about?”

“Well, I got a divorce about seven years ago.  I was ok alone the first couple of years, but eventually I didn’t want to be alone.  My son had gone off to college and from time to time would visit with Alex.  He was very mature and I took an instant liking to him.  After graduation, my son moved back and so did Alex.  We did a few things together and finally he asked me out.  I wasn’t sure about it, but my son was very supportive.  It was a little strange and sometimes I wondered if they ever talked about things like the first time Alex and I had sex.”

“So that’s a big part of it would you say? The sex with a young stud?”

She laughed.  “The sex is good, but it’s not everything.”

“So you’re not married?”

She shook her head.

“Looking to date?  Perhaps a lowly, but gifted musician?”

She smiled and said, “Like I said, I don’t rush into things, but right now, I’m good with Alex.”

“Well, please know you look amazing and anybody who has the chance to get with you is lucky.”

As I finished the phrase, I placed my hand on her knee and let it travel up a bit her bare thigh.

She seemed surprised, and quickly brushed my hand. We continued to talk and I pretended to accidently touch her leg from time to time.  She didn’t seem to mind and after a few more drinks she placed her hand on my arm as we talked.  It was exciting to sneak these innocent touches throughout the conversation.  Unfortunately, I could see Manuel was getting tired of talking to the drunk. He also noticed we were getting cozy.  He was pissed.

Maritza excused herself to go to the bathroom.  I started to join Manuel and Alex to give him relief, but pretended I got a cell phone call.  I said, “I can’t hear you, let me go outside.”  I left the two at the table and proceeded to the restroom to wait for Maritza to come out.

She did and I pretended to end the call.  I acted surprised to see her.  “Oh, hello.  I think we’re going to have to wrap things up.  Will we see you tomorrow night?”

She said unfortunately that evening was their last night at the hotel.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Maritza.”  I extended a hand and when she did, I took a chance and pulled her towards me and tried to kiss her.  I missed her ruby red lips, but caught her cheek.

“You are very bold, Alfredo,” she said.  She didn’t look exactly mad, more shocked, perhaps complimented by move.

“I’m sorry, you are just provoking such strong desires,” I said.

She laughed.  “I don’t mean to get your juices flowing. Let’s just embrace and say goodnight.”

I pretended to get in the bathroom, but I left immediatly to stare at her while she was putting some make up
She was a little bit bend, looking in the mirror, I was behind, having his wide hips and butt at few centimeters, I felt a enormous urge to take her right there, it was only matter to put my dick already hard, lift her dress just a little bit, and give it to her , the deepest inside her cunt. But I had to control myself. She felt my presence and turned. She just let me admire her figure, she left me there, without saying a word. I waited there few minutes.

Alex looked on the verge of passing out.  Manuel, with the help of some waiters, had packed away all our equipment.  He was ready to go.

“Alex, are you ok?” she asked with concern.

He just smiled.  He was too drunk to speak.

“Alfredo, Manuel,” she called out, “can you help me, please?”

Maritza asked if we could help Alex up to their room on the second floor.  She asked if there was a stairwell we could use because she wanted it to be discreet. Manuel and Maritza got Alex to his feet and I held the stairwell door for them.  They entered and very slowly started to make their way up.  Maritza’s skirt had risen up and her bare ass was exposed.  She wasn’t wearing panties and I could see her perfectly formed pussy lips.  I immediately took advantage and started to caress her ass and inner thigh as she walked.  She was helpless and could not deny me this pleasure for fear of dropping or waking Alex or alerting Manuel I was fondling and fingering her.

Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as the tip of my fingers slipped deeper and deeper with each step.  I was sure Manuel had figured it out and judging by her heavy breathing it was more to my penetration than lugging her boyfriend up a flight of stairs.

When we got him inside, Maritza glared at me, “How dare you touch me!”

I wasn't sure if she was serious or not. Her cunt was so wet! I knew she had enjoyed it as much as I did.

I didn’t say anything, just watched Manuel dump Alex on the bed.

I touched her ass again.

“I told you to stop, damn it!  Don’t test me,” she said sternly but not loud enough for Manuel.

Manuel turned and said, “can we go now?”

Maritza thanked him and asked us to leave.  As we left she slammed to door shut.

Manuel looked at me.  “I think you crossed a line, buddy.  We better have jobs tomorrow.”

“Well, if we don’t, we’d better have made it worth out while,” I said with a smile.

“I don’t understand.”

“Just follow my lead.’”

We went back to her hotel room.  The door was open.  She had slammed it too hard.  We entered quietly and approached the bedroom.  Alex was passed out.  Maritza was next to him, face down, sexy legs spread, her dress hiked up around her waist.  She was masturbating.

“I knew you wanted it,” I said.

She was surprised when she turned over, the bodice of the dress open, her big round breasts hanging free.

I unbuckled my pants and yanked my cock out.

“Come on and suck it, whore,” I commanded and she complied.  She took the first inch slowly then took more and more as I pushed deeper into her.  I grabbed the back of her head and helped her bob up and down as she serviced me like an expert hooker.

Manuel meanwhile had climbed on the bed and was spreading her thighs to go down on her cunt.  She was soon moaning from him sucking on her pussy lips and clit.  She continued to deep throat me and I could almost feel her tonsils with the tip of my dick.

“Open wide,” I instructed and I held her head fast as I started to fuck her mouth.  I gripped her long black hair and pummeled her chin with my balls as I rammed her repeatedly.

Manuel said he wanted to fuck her so I told her to get on top of him.  She backed into his meat pole and continued to blow me as we were both inside her at once.  It was amazing to watch her gorgeous face on my cock and see her ass being cleaved by Manuel’s powerful thrusts.  We were both making the most of this incredible opportunity.

“Take it you, whore,” I insisted as I’d pull out my cock and slap her face with it, then reinsert it as she took a breath from being rammed by Manuel.

“You like this don’t you? Two men at once, you dirty whore.”

She nodded and we continued to have our way with the magnificent creature.  She was feeding off the energy of Manuel’s swift and powerful thrusts.  Her fabulous mouth was responding with fervor and my cock was the recipient of the pleasure.

Manuel was clearly ready to climax and I told him to cum inside her.  He groaned and unloaded.  She stopped as she felt him squirming and releasing every last drop in her cunt.

“Ok, it’s my turn,” I said.  Manuel rolled away

“Raise up that sweet ass,” I said, and she did, pushing her ample ass in the air, spreading her luscious thighs.  She bent forward like in an erotic yoga position.  I grasped her hips and entered her and soon was fucking with wild abandon.  The bed was rocking and Alex remained passed out.  She was starting to orgasm loudly and I pulled out and placed my thumb in her asshole.  She was still dripping from Manuel’s load when I shoved in again and fucked until I erupted inside her.  I pulled out quickly and let the torrent of cum fall from her cunt down her thighs.

She collapsed on the bed.  She was spent.  I climbed on top of her and entered her ass.  She groaned and moaned as I pumped her for a few minutes, then pulled out to release the last bit of remaining cum from my reservoir.  We were all done.  She was a mess, sticky cum on her ass and thighs.  Her hair a nest of black strands as if she’d stuck a finger in a light socket.  Big wet spots appeared on the bed sheets.  Manuel and I admired our handiwork as we dressed in silence.

“Next time we’re in Tijuana , we’ll look you up,” I said with a smile.

“Any time,” she replied with hint of naughtiness.