I ask you to bear with me please because my English is perhaps not so good, but it is probably better than your Spanish, yes? And I think this story I am about to tell you, the story about the woman I met parking cars today in America is worth reading in any language.

I have been parking cars at this hotel for a few years now. It is boring, lonely work, but it pays much better than any work I could find in Bolivia, and it allows me to support my family back home. Well, usually it is lonely boring work. Certainly I was bored and lonely three afternoons ago when the lady of whom I speak pulled her van into the hotel driveway. She was beautiful. She had dark tan skin, long dark hair, and a proud face. I knew she was American but if you had told me she was from Bolivia I would not have thought you were lying to me. She was not just beautiful. She was exciting. And she made me feel at ease, like I was at home with her, like I was fucking her just by looking into her brown eyes.

When I got to the van to let her out I was already hard. I started to open the door for her but she said she didn't want to park at the hotel because it was too expensive, and could I please tell her where the public garage was. My heart fell for me because I had been looking forward to serving her, and it fell for her because the public garage is closed on Sundays. I told her this. But then I saw that there was an open space on the street in the next block. I know this is not part of my job but I wanted desperately for her to like me so I told her I would park it for her on the street. She looked at me like I was crazy, and I felt crazy, so that was not such a strange reaction, and told me she would pay me $2 and since I was feeling crazy already I told her I did not want the $2, but I would park her van for a kiss.

She smiled at me like a new day was dawning and stepped out of the van. She had long beautiful legs and big hard-nippled breasts I wanted to suck. I drove the van across the street, parked it, walked back and handed her the keys. She kissed me and gave me the $2. I was in a daze for hours.

I saw her constantly Monday, Tuesday, and most of this morning. There were two groups staying at the hotel. One group was having a meeting and the other group was protesting the meeting. I thought Bolivian politics was strange before I got here. But anyway most of the day she would be walking up and down the picket line outside the hotel encouraging the people with the signs, talking to reporters or talking on her cell phone, and then sometimes she would go back up to her room to get something. So all day for two and a half days I got to watch her walk back and forth with those long legs and bouncing pony tail and bouncing breasts and fine ass, and I got to smile at her every time she walked in or out of the hotel and she would smile back. A few times she stopped to rest on one of the benches by the front door when I wasn't too busy parking cars, so I sat on the bench next to her, and tried to get her to explain what the picketing was about but mostly that was just an excuse to sit next to her, and I kept asking her when I could have another kiss.

By noon today I was starting to think I would never kiss her again because I knew the meeting was ending tonight and she would be going home soon. So while I was sitting next to her, I picked up her hand and looked at her wedding ring, and told her that it scared me how crazy she made me feel and that even though she was married I wanted another kiss and I wanted her to take me back to her room so I could make her come. She laughed. She had a big beautiful laugh. She told me I was driving her crazy too, but she didn't know me well enough to take me back to her room, and she was sorry, because I was a very cute man and she was a very sexual woman, but no. I almost cried. Men are not supposed to cry over such things in Bolivia, but I am here in America now and I do not always have to be so macho. She looked very sorry for me and squeezed my hand. I thought maybe I had a chance then so I squeezed back and looked into her eyes but she shook her head no again.

I walked away very dejected, but all afternoon I kept smiling at her just in case and the next time I got close enough to say something, which I think was maybe three O'clock I asked her if she had a few minutes, please, just a few minutes for me to show her something. I do not know why she finally said yes. Maybe she really did have a few minutes for the first time or maybe I just wore her down. But she did. She said yes, and I asked her to follow me to the employee elevator.

We rode up toward the roof. She kept asking me where we were going and I kept trying to tell her we were going up high, but I think she did not understand me so well through my accent because she started to look scared. We got out of the elevator and I started to lead her someplace hidden but she did not want to go anymore, and kept saying she did not know me well enough, so I kissed her right there outside the elevator door. She did not seem to mind that too much, so I stuck my hand down her pants and began to finger her. She was very wet and very much into kissing me, but still kind of scared I think and when the elevator door opened she stepped back inside and pushed the down button. For some reason she suddenly relaxed when the elevator began to go down. Which was nice for her, but I was not relaxed at all. I was very hard and I needed to come and I had not made her come though I think I had gotten her very close. We did not have much longer together so I asked her if she wanted to watch me come. That got her all excited again. She had that look in her eye when she said yes, so I pulled it out and started to stroke myself. I could tell she was impressed because she was just watching my cock and my hand moving back and forth and she had her hand down her own pants fingering herself again.

I told her I wanted to come in her mouth and she nodded without saying anything and knelt in front of me, just staring at it, and then sucking on it and I put my hands on the back of her beautiful head while she sucked me and fingered herself and I came, I came in her mouth when the little lights for the floors showed we were just three floors from the bottom. I dragged her up and kissed her again and she kissed me back with my come on her tongue which I am not used to but on her it did not taste so bad.

We stopped kissing when the door opened and I went back to parking cars and she went back to protesting. She left at five o'clock and gave me a smile and a big tip but no more kisses. It's been six hours since she left and all I can do is sit in my apartment and stare out the window and remember what she looked like with my cock in her mouth and her hands down her pants. I hope she comes back. Maybe next time I can talk her into taking me back to her room, and maybe I can figure out what it was about her that made me so crazy.

God I love this country.