Manchester

Well at the begging I decide to write this blog in a chronological way but at this point I have to jump till nowadays because I had the best sexual experience in my whole life.
I have a favorite disco that I went frecuently the last months, the place is called Korova Milk Bar and only one day is special and my fav because is only house music (house, progressive, trance and some chill out).

After a hard day of work, my friend and co-worker Manjari and I decided to go to Korova for some relaxing dancing. The night was so good, was the first time I listened this local DJ and was so good. When I go out and I just wanna relaxed and dance I forget about my environment and people that it’s near me and I just focus on my dance. I know that I don’t dance as all the girl that wanna be so sexual and dance like barbies… I just follow the music, get the flow and enjoy it… it’s like a trip…

Thanks of my dance in many times, guys rounded me because of my dance but most of the time I didn’t realize that till someone told me. This night I was dancing around a group of Israeli guys. We are having fun, just getting the flow I was practicing some breakdance steps and was so nice, after hours of dance I got tired and went to the bathroom. Then at the bathroom’s door a guy stopped me and told me how nice I dance and asked me for my name… Urpi and you: Manchester. We talked a bit about the common things people asked each other when they meet at first time. Then I told him, hey I back to dance, wanna come in… and he accepted and OMG HE WAS A PROFESSIONAL, seriously he was a breakdancer, dance so so good at the begging I felt shy but quickly I relaxed and began to dance, minutes later all the people was around us looking who we dance… because in some part looks like a contest… Latin America vs Europe, Women vs Men, He vs Me also was a bit of flirt in our dance… he tried to kiss me many times but with some nice steps (that I invented in that moment) I avoided the kisses.

I forgot (as always) about the people and the whispers and the OHHH WOOW NICE… and was concentrated in dance with him. Time before we got tired and we stopped for drink water. We talked for a while and the question came: Urpi, where will you go after here? I already know this question, I really know what does it mean and just a though cross my mind… if he is such a good dancer in bed he must be better… erm, nothing at all, just back home and rest I guess

He: ohh so maybe we could go somewhere else
Me: somewhere? Like where? I’m here with my friend and I cant let her here.
He: ohhh I see, well it’s ok we could just stay here.
He looked at me with his big green eyes and made some nice movements and I though, no, gosh, I must think in something.
Me: I had an idea, maybe we could go and rent a room for my friend and for us… because you know my friend has all her stuff in my house and she have to back with me.
He: ohh that’s a good idea, so ask her…
Me: ok I’ll do.

I asked to my friend and she showed me and smilie and accepted… thanks god she accepted because seriously I cant leave her there, she must back with me. It’s like a deal I have with my friends, don’t leave alone each other. It’s like a kind of protection.

Well, we went to a hostel near and we rented 2 rooms. That was the funny part cos at first they give as a room with 2 beds, then a room with one bed single size, Manchester and I began to get tired of run around the hostel looking for a king size bed room… finally we got one.

And I was so tired, I saw the bed and jumped to it… Manchester lied behind me and began to kiss me, first my mouth and then my neck. The temperature began to increase but at one point I was kinda lazy for the rest that could came.

He asked me if he could untie my top and then my bra, while he told me that his fingers was given me a little massage, his hands covered all my back and it feels so good, so confortable, so exciting.

It seems like he already know my weak points, the ones that excited me the most even I didn’t know them, but this 37- years old English already know what he was doing… and I finally let myself go… I can’t about moan while his fingers went around my body at this point I was completely naked and so wet… he knew all my points… do the women have the same points?... his lips and fingers were perfect at this moment I didn’t need a hard dick… his lips, fingers and soft words were enough… he put some fingers in my pussy that was so wet and give me the best masturbation in my whole life a great massage to my clitoris while his lips touched my breast so soft so excited… I cant stop moan, he bit my ears and OMG it was sooooooooo fucking good, the massage on my clitoris continue till a mountain of energy entered to my body, I felt like I wanna exploted, all was amazing, all the room, all my body was full of pleasure and I cant handle with them… oh my god, oh my god… the moans becomes very loud I can’t hidden my pleasure anymore.. a lot of great sensations together, my body was shaking and I felt like in the heaven.

Then I fall sleep for 30 minutes, I woke up he was there and I was horny, in a retribution I gave him an oral then we have sex in the normal way. We relaxed again and then he licked at me and we repeat what we did first. Many orgasm in one night and I finished so relaxed, it was the first time I felt full of energy after sex. I really like Manchester guy, I mean I really like have sex with him.

Sometimes around

Holidays were near and Old Brother and I planned to have a trip to a near country in Central America. It must be perfect because the long days at the school didn’t give me the time to be with my boyfriend and well know I’ll have an entire month to spend with him.
We did a lot of tourism in this country… old town, history, beaches and nature… the country wasn’t that beautiful as our home but the hotness of the place made that our relationship crossed the border.
One day, we left our family in the hotel because we will visit a friend of him that like near. We arrived to his apartment and we had a common conversation then suddenly the guy told us that he had to go out for an emergency but we could stay there and relax because he will back in a couple of hours.
I found the whole situation a bit weird but well I was there with my Old Brother and all was perfect so we lied on the sofa while we were watching MTV. Some minutes after, Old Brother told me he was so tired and if I could give him a massage. I accepted and then he got off his t-shirt and began to give him some massage on his back… minutes after he turned and we were face to face, he began to kiss me, the temperature increase, the first hit of Britney Spears was on MTV, we stood up and began to dance so slow while he took off my little dress and began to kissed my lil breast, I just let myself go… and we finished on the bed, naked and in my mind I just have one thought: I’ll be pregnant, I’ll be pregnant, I’ll be pregnant… that’s all I remember about that day.
Hahahha

Night Encounters

The next days, we continued exchanging letters until a day, we decided to talk as normal people. That was when I had my first kiss.

The next days we continue meeting without problem, no we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I was 14 and he was 19. Each day we spend more and more time, and I was learning the language of kiss till someday I simple kiss give me more sensations than usual and the environment turned so hot.

The soft kisses were mixed with a hot pair of lips in my neck and also little bites in my ear… this new way of kiss increase a lot the temperature of my body and I felt the first touches on my breast and butt. I never felt uncomfortable with that because Old Brother always was so nice with me.

The days change in that point, besides do the nornal stuff that a teen couple do… cine, shopping, hanging out with friends etc… the night became our confidant giving to us the comfort of the soft light of the moon that increase our temperature each day.

Our neighbourhood was big and had plenty of forest and some private places, where we spent long hours touching each other. I learned about penis, my Old Brother taught me how to give him pleasure even if he was using cloths, because we never got off our cloths but the maximum sensation was when I feel for first time his fingers inside me… a completely new sensation involved me and each day I waited so anxious for our night encounters.

But you know, beside all that, we talked a lot about sex he was like a guru for me. He was just perfect: handsome, nice, smart and we could just lie on the forest and saw the moon or have the most hot night encounters.

For this time, I realize I really like have a active sexual life and that each day I like sex more and more despite of we haven’t sex sex yet.

hidden

The following days, a friend began to tell me that the old brother has a crush with me and I should talk to him and became more friends and try to have a date… he was crazy! The old brother crushed with me and me asking for a date… no way! It was impossible. He insisted that he was telling me the true.
One day, there was a local party and I was invited. As always, I wasn’t in the mood to go to parties because I was afraid to handle with the new people that could go but a part of me wanted to go, so I went.
I had a great time in the party despite of my friend that continue bothering me with the old brother thingy… it irritated me and also made me blush a lot because the old brother went to the party too and when I tried to see him by the distance, his eyes was there. I was so nervous that day, his eyes made me be out of control, I laught for all without reason and act as a stupid girl, saying stupid jokes. So for not be the shame of the party, I decided to back home. I was walking to my home, when I heard my name loud: Uuuurpi, Uuuuurpi wait me I have something for you. It was my friend that was bothering me the whole night.

- What’s up? I wanna back home don’t try that I stay more here.
- I have something for you?
- For me?
- Yes… take!

It was a white envelope with a pink rose.

- What’s that?
- The old brother send that to you.
- C’mon! Don’t begin with this shit please. Don’t make me that kind of jokes ok… bye
I began to walk and my friend took my hand
- Hey, Urpi, look at my eyes, I’m not joking… this envelope and this rose were sent by the old brother. He told me that you intimidated him and he felt so shy near you that’s why he use me as a post officer. I told you before, HE HAS A CRUSH WITH YOU!

My heart began to beat so fast, I took the things and run to my house. In my room, my heart almost exploted, I opened the envelope, I cant stop to move my hands… I took a long breath and I began to read.

Urpi,

I don’t know how to begin to explain what it’s happening to me now but since the first day I saw you I got cautiveted by your beauty.
The following days, I tried to talk to you, but you seems so snob and busy with the Argentinean guy. But then I did some investigations and I realize you don’t have nothing with that boy but you continued hidding for me.
I want to know you better because I’m sure your not that arrogant as you seem to be and now your so special, so please let me know this special Urpi.
If I’m bothering you, just throw away this letter. But if you wanna know me too, just reply me… thake your time. I'll wait for you.

Sincerely,
The Old Brother

I was laying in my bed, speechless just with the sound of my heat beating.

Cute Brothers

One day, walking around, I heard rumors about the back of a group of brothers that just lost her mom and dad. They used to live there but they left the country when their parents died, they back to their own country in Central America. Now, after a few months, the old sister decided that they have to back to their old house and stay all together. Their old house were in my neighbour.
The young ladies told be that the guys are so cute but a bit arrogant and that it was a bit difficult to have a friendship with them because they were a close family and that their friends were just a few.
I was a bit curious of meeting them but at the same time I wasn’t interested in arrogant people, so I continue my life.
After a few weeks, I was doing my hair when I saw through the window a cute tall boy. I was at home with some friends and I asked them about the guy. He’s one of the brothers, the old one; one of the girls answered me… and I just though that he is really cute.
Later, my friends and I decided to have a walk in the little forest that was in our town and for my good luck, the cute brothers decided the same. They were so nice and say hello to my friends and quickly they realize that I was a newbie so they interchange a few words with me… I had to confess that I was so nervous because my friends talked to them as they were celebrities but I notice that they were so normal and nice, specially the old one.

First Flirts

I arrived to this new city on summer 1998, the sunny days were decorating my first days in this unknown place. I lived in a small community and each day I was meeting their habitants. They were nice people from different parts of Latin America and from different ages too. At the begging, it was a bit embarrassing because everybody knew that I was a newbie and wanted to talk to me for made me fell confortable… I tried to be polite hidding my introvert side and that works. Soon, I met all my neighbours and I felt comfortable with them.
An Argentinean fella began to be so nice with me, taking to me each day and he always got me blush with his compliments because they were the first compliments in my whole life. In that point, I noticed I began to take care of my personal appearance more than before, trying to use nice cloths that showed more my teen body, but well I always kept my hippie style but I added nice accessories and combination. Little smiles appear each time I saw or had a word with the Argentinean fella who always finished our encounters with a wink.
And with that I discovered the action of flirting and some people told me to be carefull with that guy because “he likes to flirt with everyone that uses a skirt” and also, he was kinda old for me – 30 years old. Well, I didn’t pay attention to the advices cos I really knew I wasn’t interested with that guy, the only thing that I liked was that for first time in my life someone watch me as a woman and not as a baby girl.

Teen days

Urpi began to fly around flowers when she was a teenager.
On that time, she lived in a hot city in the middle of Latin America.
Move there, really change my world cos at the school I used to be so shy. I was afraid of meet new people and make friends… my group of friends was little besides I knew everybody at the school because I was part of the Student Council. I thought I was ugly, my body didn’t have the common curves that the girls of my ages began to have, I was like a tall broom. So guys didn’t see me as a potencial woman, they just saw me as his close friend -.-
This fact began to bother me so I dedicated to play basketball and that was all my life… school, basketball, movies… of couse there were guys that I wanna be with or kiss or whatever but I didn’t have the chance.
At the end of 1997, I was near to be 15, here is common to have a party to show the potencial woman to the sociaty like a Sweet 16th, but I preferred to travel and moved with my family to another country.
In this new city, I was a completely unknown and I still be shy specially at the school but in the community that I lived I began to realize that guys look at me with different eyes.
And that was a completely new sensation and new feeling began to grow up in me.

The Begging

And today my blog born.
The new changes and the new ways of comunication motivate me to write a blog, and of course, it must be about me and my life... but not my whole life just a part, a part that most of the time is no showed to everybody but it's inside of me and wanna be out.
As you could read in my description I'm a latin girl, so my native language is Spanish but I prefer to write in English for obviously reasons... globalization is everywhere!
At this point, I'm seriously thinking if someone will read my blog.. for now I know about one person, a friend of mine that live in the other side to the world. This person give me the final push to write this...

Let's begin with my name: Urpi - best name that my mom could choose for me because now give a real definition of my life.
Urpi mean bird in the ancient language of people of the Andes and in the Andes are my roots.

And with this little definition, the trip begins....