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“They feel so gooood,” he said, letting the word good languish on his tongue.
She motioned for Walt to hover over her as she pushed the melons tighter together to give him more pleasure. She flicked her tongue as the huge rod slid between her breasts. Walt moved over her face as she began to lick his penis around the head and down the sides. Placing it in her mouth, she coated it with saliva and started sucking feverishly. Walt started pumping it in and out and Conchata took it deeper and deeper each time.
Walt watched in fascination as she expertly deep-throated his member and he felt his balls up against her chin. She held it in her throat for a minute and slowly pulled it out. It glistened with saliva in the lamplight and she took the head in her mouth again. She continued her work on it and Walt leaned back to slide his hand in her panties. Her mound was
covered with soft hair and he soon found her inflamed clit. He stuck a finger in her vagina, which by now was sopping wet. He eased two, then three fingers in her burning hole. She moaned with his penis in her mouth as he continued his manual stimulation.
They continued their mutual activities and finally Walt pulled out before he lost control of his actions. He kissed her lips, then each breast, her navel, and the insides of both thighs before finally plunging his tongue deep into her womanhood. The hotness of it and the wetness made him more active as he nibbled at her clitoris and caused her to have her first orgasm. Conchata screamed out and arched her body so high that Walt lost his grip on her thighs. She repeated several words in Spanish, over and over. It was such a turn on to hear her moans of ecstasy in another language.
He got up on his knees and placed his penis at the entrance of her vagina. Moving it up and down along the slit, he coated it with her secretions and pushed it slowly in, inch by inch. Then he drew it out slowly and repeated the process several times. Conchata started begging him to put it in deeper. Finally, he thrust forcefully until the entire nine inches were buried deeply in her raging inferno.
Conchata grabbed Walt by his firm buttocks and helped him pick up a rhythm that had her thrashing about as he continued to plow into her. She loved Walt’s way of pressing up against her clit each time he plunged in. She leaned up as both of them watched it pull out and then back in. He pistoned in and out with such fervor that he surprised even himself. Walt pulled out and rolled her over and entered from the rear. He grabbed her large soft backside as he stroked in and out. She clenched his penis as it went in deeper and deeper. She reached under and grabbed his large testicles and caressed them.
After several minutes of doggy-style, Conchata then pushed him back and told him to lie down. She straddled his thighs and slowly lowered herself on his mammoth rod, which looked thick and menacing. She moaned as he plunged deep inside her. She began to bounce up and down on him and ride him like a horse. He rubbed her buttocks and fingered her anus as she bucked violently. He eased a finger in slightly and she called out in Spanish and he could tell she was having another orgasm. He rolled her over on their sides, not breaking the connection, and started to pump into her harder than he had done any woman. He built up a rhythm so furious and fast that he felt like he was almost a blur. She continued to scream out in passion and her shouts caused him to erupt. He felt the semen pulse into her and he pulled out quickly, shooting jets of cum on her backside. She quickly rolled over to take his still-hard prick into her mouth, licking the cum from the tip. By now he was starting to get soft, but she kept her tongue-lashing going. She sucked up and down on his dong like it was a lollipop.
Soon it was hard again and she started to work it down her throat again. In and out…in and out…in and out. Walt played with her tits, molding and pinching and rolling the pliable flesh in his hands. He felt himself about to blow again and tried to pull out but she grabbed his butt and held him firmly in her throat. Walt grunted like a bear as he felt the cum spurt down her throat. She milked him dry and after a few minutes she pulled his limp penis out. Walt realized that this woman was amazing and had many talents. He was looking forward to a great working relationship with his wonderful “hot” maid.
At Peace
Tatu
“Buenos días.” The old Spanish painter smiled and greeted us as we made our way carefully through the maze of small houses along the century-old street, trying to avoid the rain. The day had started out normal enough, with breakfast in bed, lovemaking amid crumbs of croissants, and then a swim in the warm waters of the Caribbean. This was our first trip to the Bahamas and we’d purposely decided to avoid the tourist crowds associated with Nassau and travel to Freeport instead. We had not seen one another for nearly fourteen years and knew we needed some uninterrupted time to really catch up. We’d been more than lovers all those years ago. We were friends. We always seemed to get each other’s jokes, and each of us always knew what the other was thinking. Yes, Freeport was our one chance to see if our love had endured, if we were in fact meant to be together.
“Bwenis deeass,” came your wholly un-Spanish-sounding reply. The old painter smiled again. Either he smiled at your attempt at being respectful by replying to him in his native tongue, or he was smiling because your white sundress was now soaked and sticking to your body. Having removed your bikini top while we sunned in a perfectly isolated stretch of beach, your hardened nipples were now standing at attention and prominently showing through your dress. Even though the heavy rain had stopped and the sun was peering out, the streets were still very empty, save for this gentle old painter. The now sun-drenched oils we had used were creating an even stronger erotic aroma in the air between us. As we stood pressed together in some stranger’s doorway, I wondered if you still wanted to visit the bath and body shop across the street since we were both soaking wet. Even more, however, I didn’t want to walk through the streets with the erection I now had after being pressed up against you. Ever the impulsive one, you insisted that we continue on. “I’m not ashamed of my man,” you add devilishly, looking down at my dick bulge beneath my soaking white pants.
The young attendant in Heavenly Scents must have thought you were a movie star because she was so in awe of your beauty. Several times I noticed her taking quick glances at your body. She even became visibly embarrassed when I caught her looking as you bent down to pick up some fragrances and your perfect right breast emerged slightly from your half-unbuttoned shirt.
You had me carry the basket. We made sure to get several scented candles and some spiced body oils. We also picked out some massage soaking pads and some tropical bath oils made from natural substances. As we paid the young cashier for our basket of love goodies, I playfully massaged your butt and kissed your neck while you giggled like you used to when we were teenagers.
Just before leaving, you turned to the cashier and said, “Sweetie, when love comes knocking, grab it. Savor it. Drink it. Don’t let it go.”
The girl was so moved that she broke into a huge appreciative smile and said, “Thank you, ma’am. I will. I really will.”
Outside, the sun had returned and the air smelled of dried and re-hydrated flowers mixed with tropical spices and foods. The city had come alive again and people began going to and fro. You insisted we stop by the open-air market to buy some fresh fruits before returning to our secluded villa. As we walked through the old streets, I kept glancing over at you. I was so content right at that very moment. You were here with me holding my hand and you were smiling. You looked more beautiful at that moment than I ever remembered. I wondered silently why I had ever let our love go unfed. All those years ago, you had been totally dedicated to what we had. Yet, I didn’t understand that we could have built a foundation for a solid life together.
A voice in my head told me, “It’s never too late.”
I watched you dance as we walked down the street. The music from the open-air bars along the old street seemed to mesmerize you and in turn, you completely captivated me. As you spun around and shook your hips, the peach hibiscus in your lone French braid seemed to dance right along with you. Its petals were gently caressed by the soft breeze your moves created and with each movement, the scent of our sun oils mixed with the aroma of your body aroused me more and more. This has to be what life is all about.
When we got back to our villa, the housekeeping staff of two old Bahamian ladies was just leaving. The way they smiled told me that they knew we were deeply in love but perhaps we were still denying it. They reminded me of old grand-mothers filled with wisdom and I knew you couldn’t get anything past them.
“Enjoy yuurselves, chihrehn!” they yelled, smiling as they drove away in their Jeep.
Without thinking, you replied, “Thanks, mum.”
Inside, our house maids had laid fresh fruits out on the living room table and on a small table in front of the large bay window overlooking the ocean. They had opened the window so that a nice gentle breeze blew all through the house. They had also left two bottles of wine we’d previously bought chilling in separate ice containers. Spectacular floral arrangements were left in the dining room, kitchen, on the back patio, and in our bedroom. In the bedroom, they had pulled back the white cotton sheets halfway and littered the bed with tropical roses. There were his and hers matching robes draped over the back of a chair in the room. The bathroom had been prepared as if the housekeepers knew exactly when we would be returning. There was hot water already sitting in the huge tub made for two. A slightly gold-tinted oil was already in the water and giving off a heavenly scent that grabbed at your senses, dragging you in deeper and deeper. A bowl of grapes, strawberries, and peeled mangoes sat on the side ledge of the tub with a small saucer of cream for dipping the fruit. Finally, two extremely thick and fluffy towels sat on a small chair along with a medium-sized bottle of some local tropical lotion. We both simply stood there smiling for a couple of minutes, wondering how we could have ever been so blessed to receive all this.
Since we were fully three miles away from the city, I decided to strip out of my damp clothes right there at the front door. As I walked to the back patio, I could feel your eyes on my butt and I could imagine you smiling devilishly. As I sat down on one of the oversized fluffy pillows in front of the back bay window, I noticed you had decided to join me. In like manner, you had completely disrobed and you now gently lay down beside me. We gazed out to the ocean for what seemed like hours. We took turns feeding each other some of the fruit left for us and the fruit we had purchased. You decided to get more comfortable so you moved over and reclined between my legs with the back of your head on my chest. I reached down and
poured us both some wine and then slowly began to undo your French braid. When I removed the hibiscus, I used it to gently caress your neck, your breasts, and your stomach. Your nipples seemed to reach up toward the flower petals as they hardened each time the petals glided past. You shifted your weight, not wanting to hurt me as you felt me harden beneath your back. When we finished the bottle of wine and the fruit, we decided it was time to go and wash the day away.
As we walked to the bathroom, I was no longer embarrassed about my now fully erect cock, which caused me to look like it was leading me around. We stepped into the warm water of the tub and you leaned over to me and kissed me deeply.
As you reclined, you looked at me and said, “You are my love.”
“And you are mine, sweetheart,” came my reply.
Somehow we knew any further words would be completely unnecessary. With that, I told you to close your eyes and I removed the massage pads from our bag of goodies. I poured some of the water and warm oil onto the pad and began to rub your chest. I stood up fully in the tub so that I could get access to your back. As I bent over you to caress your back with the pad, my warm and throbbing cock seemed to play games with your forehead and temple. You reached out and began to stroke my thighs while you kept your eyes closed. I washed your neck and arms and gently washed every finger. The tub was large enough for me to have you turn onto your stomach so that I could wash and rub your back. With your eyes still closed, I rubbed and washed your back and the backs of your thighs. I could see that contented smile still registering on your face as I gently washed your feet and toes. When I had you sit up, I began to softly kiss you on different points on your body. I kissed just below your chin and then the sides of your neck, the insides of your elbows, the back of your knees, and inside your thighs.
