nadiathesaint | Nadia's room at the Arms Hotel, Monday night

Nadia was exhausted by travel and the stress of her afternoon and evening trying to deal with the revelation that, while she'd been in Argentina for more than a year, only a few days had passed in Fandom. But she couldn't shut her brain off, even in her drunken state. So after a few hours of tossing and turning on the too-large hotel bed (which had its own, now painful memories to go with it), she fired up the laptop she'd been issued during the training course and opened up a file that had helped her get through seven months of celebacy and not knowing why she couldn't contact her friends.

She hadn't needed it when she'd finally given in to Cesar and then to Roberto. But she got the feeling that her little adventure story would get quite long in the next few weeks.

She started writing:

Mario pressed his lips against Elena's soft stomak as he slowly lifted her shirt above her head. He wasn't one for words, was Mario, but his actions spoke pages, subscriptions, and volumes as he slammed her up against the wall of the alley way and tossed away her blouse and plunged his tongue into her gapingly waiting mouth.

"More," Elena cried as he pulled back! "Dam you, harder!"

Mario grinned and slides his hand past the waistband of her jeans and then under panties tp seek out her molten core. She could feel his rod pressing against her thigh through his pressed slacks and remembered with pleasure how seldomly he wore underwear. Nothing in her opinion should keep that purpleheaded warrior from it's conquest and she popped the button on his pants with practiced eese.

His nimble fingers pressed against her pearl of pleasure and than slid between her nether lips as she stared into his eyes. The greygreen orbs heats her skin as she starts panting and pushed his pants down from his hips to release his throbbing member.

He lifted her by the waistband of her jeans and she lifted her hands to grip his neck to hold herself in the air and pressed between his bare torso and the rough brick of the wall behind them.

"Take me Mario. Take me now!"

He left one hand on her hip as the other reached up to massage the mounds of her breast and pinched the nub of her nipples and watching the areola turn a darker red. She latched her mouth onto his neck and sucked like a vacuum cleaner on high as he positioned his weeping cock at her entrance and slowly, ever so slowly, parked it inside. She gripped his ass with both hands while she wrapped her legs around his waist and thrusted and her fingers searching for the chocolate starfish just the way she knew he liked it. He thrusted hard into her clenching tunnel as she pressed her fingers in and searched out his prostrate.

He threw his head back immediately and she attacked his neck again with teeth and tongue even as he released his man goo into her juicy center. She cried out her own releese as he filled her to the brim, like a cup who's owner forgot to say "when".

Satiated, they slipped down the wall in a tangle of limbs and a puddle of love juice and slowly gently kissed themselves to sleep.

She felt better and sat back, saving the file and closing the laptop.

Perhaps tomorrow night, Mario and Elena would be joined by their lover, Calliope, in the back of the old abandoned perfume factory.