“What! You don’t know where the Sierra Madre is?” she asked
“Geography
has never been my best subject.” I said
She took my hand and led me
into her room,
“Ven,
yo te enseño.”
I though we were going to
look at a globe or maybe an encyclopedia, but instead she took off her
clothes. She grabbed my hands and traced
her body with them. She stopped on her
breast and said,
“Here, mira these are Popocatepetl and Ixtaccihuatl.”
My hands worked their way all
over her terrain. I put my hands around
her waist and slid them slowly down her butt.
“Ese
es el Cerro de la Silla,” she smiled as I pinched her nalgas.
Her curves were reminiscent
of Guanajuato’s winding alleyways. Her
dark hair shimmered like the sands at Barra de Navidad. We moved on to her bed and exchanged long
kisses.
“Y aqui,” she said spreading her legs for me, “are the
most breathtaking cascadas you’ve ever seen.” She placed my fingers on her wet
chocha and said in a half moan, “These are the falls of Misol-Ha.”
That night felt like I had
experienced all of Mexico. And it was
certainly the best tutoring session I’ve ever had. We lay quietly next to each other, taking in
the moment when suddenly I heard a strange noise. I was surprised cause she had farted.
“¿Y eso, que fue?” I asked
through laughter.
“Oh, did I forget to mention
La Bufadora.” She replied.
