I’m laying back trying to fall asleep before I drive, thinking about different times I got new p*ssy while traveling. I’ve always been the type of dude to hit the road, take a flight or set sail on a whim. I have a few stories as a result and was wondering what others’ experiences on the road were like. I’ll start with the time I went to Spain.
I went to a mostly white high school. I hung out with my people, but always kept a cac friend around for access to their world.
(That’s me in the middle. Number 35.)
I grew up watching my Pops work with a lot of cacs in sales and going to various work related parties so I learned early how to maneuver in their world. I never looked for acceptance in it, I just had a genuine curiosity about what they do in their private lives. I say all that to say, it made me take some chances with them that some of my friends might not have been willing to.
In my second level Spanish class in high school, one I mostly cheated my way through, my teacher presented the idea of taking a trip to Spain that she would chaperone. She was initially gauging interest and set up a night where parents could ask questions, get pricing, etc. Of course I was the only black person in my class, but it sounded like a way to go wild out overseas and I was immediately interested.
On the way ay back from white Jesus’s house the following Sunday, I saw that my folks were in a good mood and I threw a Hail Mary. I brought up the upcoming Q&A and asked them if they’d go. To my surprise they said yes. I was hyped and on my best behavior until things were lined up.
Once the Q&A was over and my parents felt comfortable with a middle aged white woman and her sister they had just met flying their kid across the ocean in the direction of where slavery started, they gave me my assignment. All I had to do was raise my own spending money and they’d cover the cost of my flight and hotel package. I remember it being $2000. This was in the mid 90s, so I’m not sure if that was a lot of money back then.
To come up with my share, I decided to look for work in the easiest place I could think of at the time: McDonald’s. I have some funny stories about that job, but I’ll save them for another time. I worked there until I saved $2000 to spend and then I quit. I still had months before the trip was taking place.
Fast forward to the trip. We flew out of New Orleans to DC and then to France and finally, to Spain. The flight was long and boring. When we got to Spain, we took a cab to meet up with our tour guides and while we waited at an office we heard an explosion that turned out to be a car bombing assasination attempt on some political leader. People were running down the street. It was crazy, but I never felt in danger.
Once we made it to our first stop in a resort town called Costa Del Sol, I had already made up my mind that I wasn’t doing the tourist shyt. What was this chaperone gonna do? Fly me back? Besides, she was on some post divorce midlife crisis shyt, drinking and probably trying to bag a Spanish or Moroccan dude.
The first day at the hotel pool I see these two fine ass Spanish girls with athletic bodies and at that time, the biggest titties I had ever seen in my life. They were in bikinis that barely covered them, jumping in and out of the water. The lames in my group talked about these two girls like they were unattainable goddesses. They were truly on some loser shyt. I made eye contact with both of them. Being the only black male there I stood out. After establishing eye contact, I knew they’d be down for some strange.
During dinner in the hotel restaurant I saw them eating with their mother. I was with a goober crew trying to get a wing man and one of them decided he was down... not to do any actual work, but to take the one I didn’t want, the younger of the two girls. I went to the front desk to get a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down in Spanish my name, that I’m the black guy, my wing man’s name, that they were very attractive, our room number and what time to come up.
I got their attention, smiled, flashed the piece of paper from across the restaurant and left it on an empty table between where we sat. This was before cell phones were the norm, so without walking up to their table and being obvious in front of their mother and making an awkward scene, it was my best strategy and it worked.
In my room there was four of us total. The other three dipped while I stayed behind getting ready. I was thinking of how to get them naked, what game to run, all kinds of shyt. My wing man was convinced my plan wouldn’t work and had gone to a pub with the other lames because the legal drinking age there was 16 at the time. By the time he got back, he was drunk.
When he makes it back, I tell him my game plan. I was going to start by introducing them to hip hop. I had my Sony discman with me and had Nas’ Illmatic and other CDs. After that I’d show them my sketch book. By this time I had thrown in a few nude women. Then we’d get the camera out and take pics. Then I’d tell them I’d sketch them if they’d let me take some artistic nude photos. Once the clothes came off...
Dude thought I was crazy and even a f they did show up, they’d never go for it. Well brehs, sometimes thinking outside of the box is the best way to get what you want.
They showed up and it was immediately clear that the one I wanted, Eva (16 years old, like me) spoke very little English. Her younger sister Ana (15 years old) was almost fluent and acted as our translator. I ran the game just as I had mentioned to my wing man. Up until the point of taking the camera out, everything was going smoothly.
(pic that Eva took of 16 year old me with my camera pre digital photo era)
The girls paused at my nude photo request and said you first. I had no problem getting naked for them. My wing man wasn’t as ready but I told him if he fukks this up I’m gonna tell everyone he’s a lame and have him looking bad. Once we broke our huddle, the I started undressing. He followed suit and these two girls got bucket naked like it wasn’t about shyt. I snapped a few pics of them and killed the lights.
I got it cracking!!!
My wing man, not so much.
Once me and old girl were done, they got dressed and dipped. Right after, my drunk ass wing man walked to the balcony and started crying. I was confused as fukk. I guess he couldn’t seal the deal even after I did all the work. I told him he was lame and went to sleep. I forgot to mention these girls were from Madrid. Our last few days would be spent in Madrid.
Fast forward to showing up in Madrid at the end of the trip. I called Eva from the hotel and left a message with her sister, Ana. We went to eat and came back to the hotel. My girl was there. She was ready too! We did our thing the last couple of days and she showed me around the city. We rode the subway to her neighborhood which was like the projects of Madrid. Funny enough, we bumped into her man on the street and he wanted to hang out thinking we were cool American tourists his girl just met.
After I got back to the US old girl wrote me once or twice talking about she hoped I didn’t think she was a whore. I never wrote back.
" bruh are you fukking kidding me? I thought we were done with this? you seriously wanna chill with her when we could be running through these hoes for new years getting high & everything?"
"She said things are gonna be different & she really wants to talk things out"
"Nope Im not dealing with this BS Remember she called the police on you in Vegas lying saying you were beating her up. Imma be down there but Imma be around Ill figure out something but Im not chillin with ya'll"
" What you gonna do bruh?"
"Dont worry about it Ill figure it out"
"Yes yes I would love to have you here my love. Ill feed you and introduce you to my friends and we'll bring the new year in together.
thinking maybe this bytch might call the cartel & have me kidnapped for a ransom but I was just like fukk it whatever happens happens.
All I brought was my wallet, thc oil pen, condoms, and a bottle of water.
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"Hey man whats going on you come around here often..."
" Yeah I come to mexico often"
"You looking for anything in particular man?"
"No what do you mean nope?"
" I don't need no help I know where im going my ride is coming"
"Your ride? What are you doing here if your not looking for something?!!!"
excited to see me. We chitchat a lil bit but of course she barely speaks any english. So im still using google translate to talk to her.
"
hold up hold up
This bytch bends over doggy style and starts doming me up while im standing on the side of the bed.
I almost slipped up and went raw dog in her after that.
cheesing my ass off walking back into the states
All the stories are true
I forgot her name so we’ll call her Mariah.
I play it cool. Don’t respond. She ends up sending me more nude pictures, saying “I can’t wait to see you tonight.” Again I don’t respond, I’m trying to enjoy the show.
we done made it
"
"Oh... Ok... I didn't know we were doing all that."
