She’s a little Latina floodlight who gazed at me with wide eyes as I pumped iron, all sweated up in the garden, while she watered my aunt’s orchids. With long black hair and a roundish buttom, she always got the attention of the males in our neighborhood. Little did I know she’d choose to get wild with only me.
I knew she wanted me, waiting for an opportunity, an excuse to have me physically, sexually. But she was decent, mannered. I didn’t care what they’d say about having sex with someone lower than one’s social status. She’s a woman and she wants me. Period. One evening, ‘it’ began.
She came out of the maids’ quarters in her nighties, pinkish nipples illumined by the TV, asking me if I had asthma medicine, nonchalantly. I was watching an R movie, smack at a hot love scene.
“I didn’t know you had asthma, Dina.” I went to my room and got a couple of tablets of Ventolin. “Here, it’ll preempt some attacks.” I faced the screen once more. The thing with me, I always preferred fantasy above reality anytime of the day. But reality gets very, very jealous.
“Señorito, can we talk?”
“Okay, shoot.”
“Can we go to my room?” she was about to touch me at the shoulder but thought better of it. I stood up and followed her to the bulb lighted refuge. My pulse was already quickening. I was already hard while she talked about her family problems. I tried to insert an advice or two but I couldn’t get my eyes off her nipples and perfectly long, smooth, round legs as we sat across each other, me taking a cushioned low chair.
Eventually I offered, “Do you want a hug?”
“Yes.” I embraced her, trying to console her as she whimpered. I gave her a back rub. I thought she’d sob instead she pressed harder against me. She felt my hardness under my soft jogging pants. It wanted to just slip in her soft pubic crotch.
“I better get going,” I intoned, my nerves screamed ‘DWEEB!’ almost deafeningly. Quirk of the thought, I wanted to know how deep was her love, to quote the BeeGees.
“No,” she whispered, her eyes transfixing me, still, I moved away, my balls now shouting ‘GEEK! GAY!’ in unison. I reasoned, the master should show more restraint than the servant.
She stopped me. She held my wrist with her soft hand, which gripped like a vise, from hours of manual labor. She brought me to her cot. She laid back, legs spread, as her intention became very thrillingly obvious. Now my nerves and balls were expectantly silent. I lay on top of her and we started to kiss. Hungrily, she explored my red lips and she sucked hotly at my tongue. Turning my attention to her neck and to her breasts, my radar was her moans as to how long and how hard I licked and sucked at her erogenous zones.
Hastily, I took off my jogging pants and briefs. I pushed my Apollo at her thin cotton floral panties, sinking a bit into her oozing vagina.
“Ah, señorito.”
I tasted the salty skin of her pearly whiteness, smelled her feminine youth through her pores, as I took off her undies without even thinking it. I felt more alive as she came alive through my oral ministrations. Then something devious occurred to me.
I lay on my back beside her.
“Kneel above my face,” I ordered. Her eyes widened but she did what she was told. With her clitoris and vagina above my mouth, I began to kiss her under as my hands pushed her ass downward to me.
“Aahh, señorito…me like that soooo muuuchh!” She swayed her hips circularly as her Venus pressed at my red lips and extended tongue, which came in and out of her vagina. Arousing the dominatrix in her, she rode me very deliberately, going crazy at this newfound pleasure. From the nose down I was lathered with her coconut smelling lotion.
“Aah…ah…señorito…here I go…here I go…a little more…there, there…ah…ahh…aaahhh!!!”
It must’ve been difficult to try to keep the voice down while coming, with an orgasm as strong as the clitoral stimulated one. Women like her didn’t ooze. She splashed. The bedsheet under my head and neck was soaking, even through her mattress. I ‘accidentally’ drank some of her come juice.
She wanted more, to feel me inside her. She’d want to straddle me but I wanted to be in control. She waited for me as I went out to get a condom. Then, I lay her on the bed and banged her real good. The back of her calves were propped up my chest as my elbows supported my upper bod. My lower body pumped her like an oil rig.
Her juice was viscous, like aloe vera. She was warm and tender, inside and out. She was like Salma Hayek, only fairer. I indulged her as my hard efficient Apollo gave her fantasies, having me at last, erstwhile admired from a distance. I swam in the moans and lip biting I get while she used me as the hours stretched on. Every time she came she locked lips with mine. In our doggie position she slapped the walls as she orgasmed. It was so good to be fucking and alive and young.
At 5:30 am I came exploding in my condom as I spread her wide for a more streamlined rushed lovemaking. As I pulled out the rubber, she held it for an examination.
My aunt would be waking and having breakfast at around 6:30, but I wanted to come in her one more time. I went out again to get another condom.
“I fucked you all night, Dinzy. Now give me one more good round.” We positioned ourselves in front of her dressing mirror. Kneeling on her cushioned chair, she balanced herself by resting her palms on the wooden panel of the dresser. I began pleasuring myself as she was totally turned on by what I was doing behind her, locking eyes with mine on the mirror, which doubled the lust of the arousing scene, watching ourselves making love with each other.
The dresser shook as I pounded faster. And faster. When I came, grabbed onto her white boobs while the mirror showed me her pubic triangle between her round white thighs, making me want to extend my orgasm until my balls were empty of semen. My hand reached for her clit, making her close her eyes and open her mouth. After that, we looked at our naked bodies together until she kissed me and tapped me to get off her. It was almost breakfast. I said I love you, but she just smiled.
I slept while my dear old Auntie took her breakfast.
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