I grew up as a child in the Dominican Republic. I went to Catholic school and lived around the ocean and made many Dominican friends. I was brought there against my will as a 9 year old girl. I was happy in the United States but my parents were transferred there and I had to go along.
Time passed and as the years went on I fell in love with the Dominican. Such fun loving, down to earth people. Sure it was a macho male dominated society but children and women were safe there and men were chivalrous enough to protect the fairer sex from harm.
Fast forward twenty years and I found myself back in Santo Domingo, the wonderful city I grew up in. I was on a vacation with a friend from the US, Connie. We decided to go for a visit and tour the island. For her it was a new experience, for me it was a trip home. I went back to the house I lived in, the school I went to and the stores I used to shop at. We ate in many of the same restaurants I ate at as a child. All in all we had a great time. Connie loved it and was surprised that two young women could roam the main streets at night and never be hassled even at 2 in the morning. Well to be honest we did receive a wolf whistle or two and a chorus of horn honks.
There was so much history to see and every day we wore ourselves out taking tours of the Columbus Castle etc. We were due to head back to the States on Tuesday and suddenly Connie got a terrible stomach ache. We finally took her to the hospital and they decided she had acute appendicitis and after phoning her folks, they asked me to get her on the next flight home for American surgery. Her parents offered to fly me home with her but I declined, kind of selfishly I realize in retrospect but I had been so absorbed in reliving my childhood that I wanted to stay and finish out my last couple nights. Connie was drugged up but she was fine with it and we said goodbye at the hospital and they took her to the airport in an ambulance.
I went back to our expensive hotel and checked out. With out Connie to split the tab I was over my head so I looked around for a small hotel and found a large house that had been converted to a bed and breakfast and checked in. That night after a shower to remove the sticky grime of the tropical climate I went down stairs and found a charming little bar in the salon. The owner came out lugging ice and a bottle of rum under his arm. He was very gentile and offered me a drink and chatted for a few moments before heading off to due some more errands.
I sipped my rum swizzle and reflected back on the trip. I am a lesbian and Connie is not but we have been close friends since high school. I never came out to her and have no idea if she knows or not but I suddenly began to feel the effects of the drink and realize I was here for two nights alone. I wondered to myself if in this Macho driven country there were any lesbians yet, I mean any that were out in public. About then the owner came back and I noticed he seemed quite effeminate. He made me rum and stayed around to chat for a few moments, when I noticed his lisp as well. I don't know what moved me but I blurted out, "Are you gay?" He laughed and said in a perfect English accent, "Honey I am one of many of the Queens of England." We both broke out laughing at that. We chatted and he figured out I was a lesbian and he warmed up to me and kept pouring rum. One for me one for him. His were neat, mine with all the island frills. I began asking him about the gay scene here and he said there were actually several gay bars in the neighborhood. Most didn't get going until after midnight and most were pretty much weekend only. He finally told me there was a lesbian bar down about two and a half blocks but it was mostly a butch bar. He had realized I was very femme and I guess assumed I preferred the same. I said maybe I would drop down there later. We chatted for some time and then the room got busy and he drifted away to service other customers.
I finally got up to leave and he caught my eye, down almost two blocks and on the other side of the street he whispered in my ear and gave me a nice kiss on the cheek. Well I was torn until then, I was going to get a cab and find dinner but he bolstered my confidence and I decided what could it hurt to stroll that direction and have a peek as I went by. The fresh night air helped sober me up and the walk did as well. Dominican Rum is delightful and I felt like I was floating on air and safe as if I was at my relative's home.
I found the bar, it was small and open, café style, with a covered patio leading up to the bar. Inside it was empty save for one man and a male bartender. I decided to ask if I could get a bite and then go back to my room and conk out. The bartender was very sweet and said he could send out for anything and I could enjoy a drink in the meantime. I asked if I could get a plate of Dominican food and he smiled. After he got off the phone, he made me a rum drink and said No Charge.
The other man setting near me at the bar had a worn out deck of playing cards and smiled. Want to play Casino He asked? I was taken aback as I vaguely remembered Casino from my childhood. He walked me through a few hands and then we started playing. What a scream I had forgotten ho much fun it was. While we played, I sipped a couple more drinks and waited for my food.
Eventually the food showed up and I excused myself to pause for dinner. While I was eating a few women trickled in and seemed like they were all good friends and very butch if I do say so. I went back to my card game when I finished and we were laughing and having a great time beating each other almost every other hand.
Suddenly a dark haired Dominican woman worked her way to the bar to order a drink. She made a point of giving me a long look before looking away. I saw her eyes look deep into mine, then slowly go down to my breast and then to my waist and legs. Then her eyes were gone and so was she. My card buddy gave me a knowing smile and dealt another hand. I took a look around and noticed that the room was filled now, maybe twenty five to thirty women, all having fun and relaxed. Manuel the bartender placed another drink down and told me it was from the woman with the intense eyes. I turned and raised my glass and hoarsely said Gracias, . She flipped her head back as to say no sweat.
I lingered on her for a moment, returning to survey. She actually was quite stunning. Huge brown eyes set under a full head of shoulder length black hair. A long subtle neck and nice medium sized breast, restrained by a flimsy white cotton blouse. Her skirt was skin tight and she had some curves. Our eyes met for a second and I glanced away, feeling awkward.
I went back to the card game, a little aroused but not enough to make a move. We were absorbed in the game when she strolled up to me and said me llamo Divina! I turned and saw those eyes up close and nearly fell off y stool. Carlotta I said sticking out my hand. She leaned in and kissed me on each cheek and gave me an embrace.
We sorted out that my Spanish was weak but passable and my card buddy somehow disappeared and Divina replaced him on the stool. I told her about my friend and our trip and how I had just a couple nights left and how I grew up here and how I missed it. She listened to me intently and I got lost in her deep dark eyes. Manuel brought her a drink and I reached in my purse and paid for it. She leaned in and said Gracias, then she kissed my cheek and her mouth moved to my ear and she asked very softly. Are you a lesbian?
Well I got wet right then, as she set back our eyes met and I gave her a big smile and just nodded slowly, suddenly realizing we might have something going on. Her luscious lips spread into a wide smile and I saw her ration change from apprehension to excitement.
We were like cross-eyed lovers for a few seconds; it was like we were on the same page but without a script. She leaned in finally and kissed me full on the lips. She sat back afterward and it took me a few seconds to open my eyes. She had a big smile on.
I don't know what possessed me but then I leaned in to her and kissed her back, my fingers tracing the line of her outer thigh outside her skirt.
She opened up to receive my tongue and we held the kiss for a couple seconds. I suddenly was very aware of where we were and wondering if my actions were appropriate. That was answered when I looked around and all the women were smiling and giving us a deep look of envy.
I whispered in to Divina's ear, I have a hotel room nearby, would you like to see it? She parted those luscious lips again and placed 20 pesos on the bar and grabbed my hand. Show me she said. We glided out of the room to a few jeers and some air kisses but mostly hand in hand. I was so excited I was beyond turned on. As we walked up the street, out of instinct I guess, Divina dropped my hand and we strolled shoulder to shoulder chatting. When we reached the hotel, we went straight upstairs and I fumbled with my key. Outside the door, she pushed into me and deep kissed me, pushing her body into mine. I was overwhelmed by her warmth and scent. Her kiss had such passion. I found myself almost unable to open the door after the kiss.
Inside I locked the door and went right back into her arms, we kissed long and deep and our fingers roamed over each other.
I guess we undressed each other because before I knew it our skin was touching. My nipples were like rocks rubbing against her and her lips were so hot I thought they would burn me. She worked me toward the bed and we collapsed in each others arms. She over powered me and began kissing my neck and ears and shoulder blades, the whole time her hands lightly sliding up my inner thigh. I was beyond excited; I was so hot I thought I would cum if she touched me there.
Fighting back I rolled her over and returned the treatment. She writhed under me, almost causing me to orgasm. Her skin was like fire and her body moved like she was possessed. I finally found her sweet vagina sand slowly worked my tongue around until I had her clit exposed. She nearly squeezed my head apart when I sucked it into y mouth. Then she flipped me over and went down on me. I couldn't hold back and climaxed like I hadn't in years. She kissed me for a long time and held me, her nipples like daggers against my skin. As soon as I regained my senses, I kissed her again and returned the favor. She climaxed in a few minutes and we pulled the sheet over us and embraced and fell asleep.
For the next twenty four hours we had carnal sex like it was our last day on earth. I never saw her again but she is alive and well in my fantasies and we relive the experience once and a while when I think of her. I only hope she does the same.
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