A Night of Passion And Mystery In Las Terrenas, Dominican Republic

When she was swirling her tongue against my tongue and jerking me off with a firm grip I knew I was lucky. To be in Las Terrenas that night laying with such a pretty young and exciting woman, sharing a moment of passion without any distractions of monetary transactions was a feeling that made me release so strongly it was like I poured milk straight from the carton on to her chest and perky tits. 

The next morning Lisa and I  showered together. It took some time for the water to get hot and while we waited she bent down to her knees and started to hug her mouth around my dick. 

After the shower we both got dressed and she asked me what time my class started. At that time I was teaching English online.  I told her I still had about an hour and a half before I had to start working. 

She started to undress again and said we had enough time for another round. 

I can still vividly see in my head her being on top of me and the morning sunlight creasing threw the transparent orange window curtains and gently touching her chocolate titties as they bounced up and down. 

Eventually we switched positions. I was on top of her and I could feel the nut start to build with each thrust getting more intense and urgent than the last. That moment of releasing in the morning in a foreign country with such a pretty young woman in the bed is a feeling whether guys want to admit it or not is something special and makes the sacrifices it takes to be a Passport Bro worth it. 

After the morning sex, she took a motoconcho straight to her nail salon job and I was left just in shock and awe at that moment because we spent all that time together and she hadn’t asked me for any money. 

Even today when I look back at what happened I’m still left wondering why she didn’t ask me for any money. 

The ego inside of me would probably believe that she didn’t ask for anything because I’m just that guy and I dicked her down so good she probably was just feeling grateful to be around me. 

But I know that’s not the reason. 

To be honest there are a good number of  hard working Dominican women that are single and live alone, just like Lisa.  And when I say working I’m not talking about walking up and down the sidewalks of Pedro Clisante in Sosua, but actually working regular jobs. 

Loneliness is a regular feeling for people who work a 9-5 type job and live alone. So the idea that she wanted some male company to emotionally fill that void and also physically fill her up as well is a much more realistic explanation of why she didn’t ask me for any money. 

But regardless of the reason I will definitely remember that night, but having lived in the Dominican Republic for almost three years I have learned not to come to expect that, because whether the girl is a “pro” or not typically she’ll ask for something.