I was doing my bodyweight workout on the bars at a park in Mexico City. Between sets someone caught my eye. A tall, slender girl playing fetch with her dog. She was about 25 meters away so I couldn’t see all her details. But from a distance she looked good.
I got the sense she was watching me back – although with her sunglasses on it was hard to tell. But I wanted to finish my workout, so I kept training and didn’t approach her.
A few minutes later she leashed her dog. I got ready to talk as she walked in my direction. But she didn’t stop, and she didn’t pass close enough to greet. She walked past, kept going, and then I lost sight of her.
I put her out of my mind, got back to work, and finished training about ten minutes later. But the brutal session, along with Mexico City’s high altitude, had left me breathless. I needed to rest before trekking back home. So I stood in the shade, stripped to the waist, chest heaving, finishing my water.
Then I saw her again. Watched her saunter over to the same spot under the trees so she could play fetch with her dog again. She was lingering. Or at least it seemed that way to me.
Time to approach.
So I started walking towards her. But then I looked down and stopped when I reached the edge of the path. The park was still soaked from last night’s rain. If I left the path I’d have to slog through mud getting over to her. And I didn’t want my Nikes any dirtier than they already were.
So I just stood there staring at her, not moving. She was about 12 meters away now, looking at me, too. I raised my right hand up in the air with my palm facing me. Then I slowly motioned her over. I exaggerated it, so she’d understand. She seemed surprised. She actually glanced back over both shoulders – making sure I wasn’t beckoning someone else. I repeated the movement, to eliminate any confusion.
She bent down and re-leashed her dog. For a second I thought I’d scared her and she was gonna leave. But no, she came over to me instead. Not in a straight line, though. She had to thread her way through the bushes, staying on drier dirt to avoid the mud.
Once she reached me, I knew I’d made the right choice. She was fine. Early 20’s. Model-quality. Slender and elegant, with big breasts and a nice juicy ass. Light caramel skin, thick raven hair, huge hazel eyes, and a pretty white smile. She was wearing tight black shorts and a black halter top that showed off her curves. She was also about 3.8 cm (1.5 inches) taller than me.
“Hola, ¿cómo estás?” I said. “Cómo te llamas?”
“Bien.” she said. “Yo soy Violeta. Y vos?”
“Me llamo Mario.” I said. “Mucho gusto.”
I was hot, sweaty, dirty, and still out-of-breath. I was literally having a hard time speaking to her, since I was breathing so hard. But that wasn’t a bad thing. It gave me time to think about what I was gonna say to her in Spanish! But it also meant I had no patience – I didn’t want to fuck around with small talk. I just wanted her number so I could go home and shower.
“De donde eres?” I said.
“Uruguay.” she said. “Y vos? De donde sos?”
“Texas. Pero, vivo aqui en el DF.” I said. “Tienes WhatsApp?”
“Sí.” she said.
“OK.” I said. “Pues, deme tu numero, y salgamos por un trago mas tarde, en la noche.”
“OK, dale.” she said.
But there was a problem. I’d left my phone at home. I never carry it when I train. So I had her add me as a contact on her phone. Then we found my profile on WhatsApp. Finally, I made her send me a text. Now I had her number.
We chatted for a few more minutes as I played with her dog. But I was ready to leave, I had what I needed, and I didn’t want to linger anymore. So we kissed cheeks and parted ways.
The whole interaction lasted less than five minutes.
About three hours later, I texted her. Kind of quick. But moving quickly felt like the right thing to do. Turns out I was right. She answered me fast and we made a date for later that night.
She picked me up in an Uber around 9 PM, and we rode together to a lounge-style bar close by. Found a cozy spot in the corner by the bar, ordered our drinks, and started chatting.
My Spanish was pretty solid, but I still had trouble understanding her. She talked fast, with a heavy Uruguayan accent. She also used South American slang words that I’d never heard.
Despite that we understood each other pretty well. She was a model from Montevideo. She’d come to Mexico City for work, and was living here now, like me.
Our chemistry was good. I put my hands on her right away. Grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me. Her body language told me she was interested. She wasn’t touching me, but she was leaning into me and moving her face close to mine.
So I went for the first kiss after half an hour. She was hesitant but she still kissed me back. We made out for a while there in the crowded bar. Finally, she pulled away. I pulled her back. Pressed her against me. Caressed her body over her clothes. Cupped her tits, rubbed her ass, even rubbed the top of her pussy mound. She didn’t touch me back, but she was grinding her body against me, so…
It was time to leave. I paid the tab, she ordered another Uber, and we headed back to my place. Once we got there, I tried getting her upstairs. But she wouldn’t leave the car. I wanted to fuck, but I couldn’t force her. And I didn’t want to seem too desperate or over-eager. Plus, the Uber driver was waiting. So I kissed her goodbye, said “buenas noches,” and went upstairs alone.
But a few minutes before I fell asleep, she sent me a text. It was a photo she’d taken of us on our date, along with the 😚 emoticon. A good sign.
The next morning I texted her, invited her over for lunch. She came a few hours later. We sat on the living room couch and talked for a while. But by now, I was tired of waiting. So I kissed her again. Then I escalated hard and fast. She didn’t resist – and we had sex about an hour later.
Despite the fast start, our relationship had staying power. We’re still dating as of this writing, almost seven months after that day in the park.
Cost: $350 Mexican Pesos for first date drinks (about $18 USD). She paid for the Uber rides.
Time Spent: Around 2.5 hours to first sex
Lesson Learned: Beckoning a strange girl over is a good way to gauge her level of interest, and it also tests her ability to do as she’s told.
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