This recent trip to Peru was not my usual travel abroad, I was traveling with two married friends - one of whom was born in Peru (and still has family there). We spent two weeks staying with her family (Lets call her K) and traveling around Peru, then I broke away for the final week to travel alone to Machu Picchu.

Four years ago, K and her husband were married - and I was in attendance. K's cousin, D (an HB8), was wearing this incredibly sexy dress to the reception. It had a plunging neckline down to her naval and was tied together in a zig-zag pattern up the middle. She's really endowed, so there was liberal side-breast visible. And she was flirty with me. I was married and had to quickly extract myself from a dangerous situation (my wife did not come to the wedding with me). I never forgot K's cousin or that dress.

Now single, I only half joking told K that she would have to hide her cousins from me when we arrived in Peru. K's response: "whatever happens, happens." Green light.

Turns out that the cousin, D, is currently available. And she asked to join the three of us on our side-trip to Iquitos (a gateway city to the Amazon, fly or boat in only, no road). This sounded like good logistics (and a little bit like she may have been opening the door for her and I). So I was pretty interested in what would go down when I got to Peru (though I was not in any way intending to limit my attentions to D alone).

A slightly complicating feature of many societies outside the US: D lives with her parents. This is not a problem if you have no ties to the girl's family. But I have LOTS of ties to her family at this point. It's a fact of the tight-knit family-centric society of Peru, many women / men stay with their parents until marriage. So on my second day in Peru, with K and her husband at my side, I find myself face to face with D in her parents' house. She's as attractive as I remember. But this is going to require some care. I'm seeing her family routinely, visiting as a guest with my friends, and nearly always there will be family around her.

I actually prefer long game anyway, with lots of irons in the fire. So at her parents' place that night I simply chat with her family, fit in, and make people laugh. I'm myself. Later that evening a group of us volunteer to drive D's aunt home. I find myself in the back of the SUV, four of us in three seats, with D sitting against the window and me next to her. I take the opportunity to support her lower back with my hand - and I get a look (inquisitive, questioning). Nobody else in the car can see what I'm doing, it's relatively safe for her (a key issue in this environment).

The next night, I find myself going out for Pisco Sours at a high end bar in Lima. In attendance are K an her husband, myself, D, D's brother and his fiancee. Despite some friendly advances on D, she is treating me like a friendly guest that she wants to be certain enjoys Peru. A second hand-on-the-back incident had caused her to ask me: "do you do that with all the girls?" Her phrasing made me think she was concerned I wanted more than friendship, so I responded in kind - indicating it was nothing unusual for me - I do that with all the women in my life. In retrospect, this probably triggered her jealousy - something I ran into heavily later on.

A couple Pisco Sours into the evening, with all six of us standing on a stairwell waiting for a table, I tried to move in and put and arm around D. She pulled back and gave me the "on no you don't" talk and push. In retrospect, the timing was simply bad on my part (though I had few opportunities otherwise). In attendance were her brother, cousin, and their significant others - all of whom saw what was going on. I backed off the rest of the evening.

So perhaps five days into my Peru trip, very little had happened between D and I - and several of us went on a road trip to southern Peru (D was not with us). I made a number of friends on this side-trip, perhaps I'll write another FR about that. I seem to have had lots of rather gutsy pickup-in-front-of-her-parents moments on this Peru trip. Actually, thinking back, I do that quite frequently in general. I'm pretty good at day game conversation pickup, and you can do that even WHILE sitting at a dinner table with her parents (if you randomly sat down with them, perhaps - maybe at an oasis in Peru).

Ok. So we return from southern Peru and pack / get ready for the Amazon. This portion of the trip was organized by D. The four of us fly to Iquitos together and check into our hotel. The married couple, wanting the relatives to feel things were proper, split the two rooms: guys in one room, women in the other. I have not been pushing things with D at all - the entire flight I'm solo (and K and her husband are continuously joking about my flirting with flaquitas - spanish for cute young women). I think my lack of attention to D and the talk of other women / my pursuits probably was getting her jealousy and uncertainty fired up.

We spent two days in a lodge in the Amazon, I had high hopes for isolating D there and making something happen. But again K and her husband split rooms: men and women. This lodge was primitive (I liked it). No electricity, open air rooms (with only netting and curtains for privacy). It was really cool. We had a number of day excursions, all were great. So we return to the lodge the first night from our day out in the Amazon and we shower, I suggest we check out the hammocks (in a large roofed area / fenced in by mosquito netting). K and her husband take one hammock each, I take the last hammock. When D arrives I tell her to come join me, she complies. I decide it's time to turn up the heat and start to trace lines down her neck with my fingers. I trace down her ear, her jaw line, down her neck. Each time going further.... then I pause and trace down her arms... I can tell she's liking it, as I watch her breath. It's coming faster, and catching sometimes as my fingers trace into more exciting regions. I return to tracing her face and neck, this time tracing right down onto her chest. She's starting to squirm a bit in the hammock. She later told me that the proximity to her cousin, only a bit of hammock fabric between us, made this extremely hot. I knew that if we could isolate, it was going to happen. But we had to isolate carefully, D didn't want to come off as slutty on front of K.

We returned to Iquitos from the jungle lodge, again to two hotels rooms - again split by sex. But when K and her husband said they were going out for a few hours, I stated I wanted to shower and nap. Notably, D also wanted to hang back - and she asked to stay in the men's room because "the television is better". D asked if I minded the TV on while I took a nap. Dumb question. I assumed (correctly) that this was simply a bit of a thin cover for what was to transpire. K and her husband left, I showered, made a point to exit the bathroom without having put clothes on. Just my towel. I climbed into the bed D was in, she didn't protest. She was in a sun dress - allowing access for my hands to roam. What ensued was awkward and frustrating. While open to things happening, D was still being really cautious / reserved. The underwear stayed on... Her experience was not what I expected, etc. So when we called it off an hour later and both stated we didn't want things to be awkward, I had low hopes for the remainder of the trip. But I hadn't given up.

New Years Eve. Two years in a row this has been an excellent evening for me. This year was no different.

The four of us were joined by K's uncle and his girlfriend, so there were six of us. We go to this big new years eve party, but I can tell that D isn't enjoying herself. But she's enjoying the whiskey. About 1AM I turn to D.

Me: "Want to get out of here, head back to the hotel room?"

D: "And do what?"

Me: "I want to trace patterns on your body with my hands."

D: "What will we tell the others?"

Me: "I'll handle it."