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.
I did not realize that the housekeepers had also set the timer on the stereo, but just as I whispered in your ear, “Now do me,” Will Downing began crooning at a perfect level that was neither too soft nor too loud. With another smile, you reached out your hand to me and ran your perfectly manicured fingernails down my chest.
“Lay back, lovely man,” you told me.
With a washcloth, you cleansed my entire body. You playfully licked my nipples as if to ensure they got really clean. You had me extend my leg over the side of the tub so that you could rub and wash my feet. As you played with my toes, you fondled my cock with your free hand. I started to breathe fast a bit and you laughingly reminded me to pace myself. It’s amazing how little you notice about your surroundings when you’re totally focused on someone else. Throughout our little love play, I had not noticed that the housekeepers had also lit a few candles in the bathroom and throughout the rest of the small house. As we stepped out of the tub, the glow of candlelight against our bodies made the entire scene even more sensual. You decided that we should not dry off, but return to our spot in front of the bay window and air-dry. I knew what you really had in mind. We always did think alike.
My cock still remained defiantly erect. A soft warm breeze blew through the open bay window, causing our white curtains to slightly ruffle. Under the glow of the setting sun, the waves had an interesting orange hue to them. As we retook our positions, we decided to try out the products we had purchased. I had you roll onto your stomach, facing the window so that you could continue to watch the sunset. As you lay there, the sun’s reflection off the skin on your butt made me want to just bury my tongue in you right then and there. Instead, I poured a healthy amount of the spice oil onto my hands and rubbed it into your back. As I rubbed, I noticed the oils becoming warmer. I sat with my knees under me, straddling the back of your knees with my cock resting on your left thigh. As I rubbed the oil into your skin, you moaned approvingly as if every single stressful moment or thought you’d had in your entire life was oozing away. Using my fingers and the heel of my hand, I rubbed oil into your butt, paying special attention to that area where the back of your thighs meets the beginning of your butt. I moved down and rubbed more oil into your calves and onto your feet. As I pampered your feet, I kissed and licked each toe. While I was down there, I happened to glance up and realized that my upward glance caused me to look right into your pussy. From my vantage point, I could see it glistening as you had become extremely wet. I wondered what you were thinking at that moment. Funny thing is, the tip of my cock was dripping pre-cum, signaling how much we both wanted each other.
“Roll over now,” I whispered.
With your eyes closed now, you followed my directions. While I had seen you totally naked many times before, your body lying before me with the newly arrived moon casting a glow against your caramel skin caused me to silently gasp at your beauty. Your dark and raised nipples looked like two chocolate kisses sitting atop a moon-drenched, caramel-coated hill. Your aroused breathing made your breasts shake ever so lightly and you were now beginning to move your hips in small circular paths. I concentrated on your navel and decided to begin by gently kissing you there. I placed my lips softly against your stomach, allowing my lips and tongue to slowly caress the soft and tiny pubic hairs that almost unnoticeably ran to your navel. I ran my tongue and lips up between your breasts and kissed your chin before I resumed my massage. This time, I decided to warm the oils slightly more by placing some in a glass and warming that over a candle. When I rubbed the pre-warmed oil onto your body, you shuddered and let out a satisfied groan. After rubbing oil all over your front, I placed my hands on the ground at your sides and lowered myself to just above your body as if I were doing push-ups. I used my body to rub the oil into you even more. As I moved back and forth above you, my cock poked at your navel and pubic hair. You began to arch your back and parted your legs but I kissed you and said, “Not yet, love.”
I got up and went into the bathroom for the remaining fruit and cream. As you lay there, I took a slice of mango and used it to spread cream on your breasts, in your navel, and on top of your thighs. I then gently licked up the cream. When all the cream was gone, I inserted the mango slice into your pussy and ate it from there. I took another mango and placed it in a glass of wine where it soaked up some of the wine, then took the mango slice and began to kiss you in the mouth while keeping the slice between us. As we kissed and sucked on the mango, you reached down and grabbed hold of my cock. You started rubbing the shaft with both hands and teasing my testicles with your fingernails. I was getting too excited so I stood up and beckoned you to come with me. We stepped out onto the back patio. Now fully outside and unclothed, we sat together in one of the long reclining chairs on the patio. You sat on top of me facing me and we began to kiss deeply. My cock was pressed up against your pussy but not going inside. You moved back and forth to allow your pussy to massage and caress my cock as we kissed.
You then stood up and placed your right leg on my shoulder. “Hungry, mister?” you playfully asked me.
Seeing no need for an answer, I dove right in. I ran my tongue from the top front of your pussy to the very back where that little flap of skin separates your vagina from your ass. I ran my tongue back and forth along that area and lapped at your pussy opening. As I licked, you reached down and poured some oil onto your left hand and began to masturbate me. I licked and nibbled on your clit and when you asked, I would insert my tongue deep into you. Knowing your leg was getting heavier, I lifted you up and laid you down before me as I got up, repositioned myself, and buried my face in your pussy again.
By now you were pumping against my tongue and moaning louder. With my right hand, I lifted your butt to me so that I could stick my tongue deeper inside. With my left hand, I fondled and squeezed your breasts. You grabbed my left hand and placed two of my fingers in your mouth and began sucking them. I came up and kissed you hard.
Even more aroused by your own taste in my mouth, you said, “Make love to me now, Michael.”
You took hold of my continually throbbing cock and guided me into your warmth. As the head of my manhood entered you, you arched your back and raised your hips to me
et me. You felt so wet that I slid right in, despite the tightness. Our bodies immediately created suction, as if your pussy now refused to let my cock exit. I placed my right hand under the small of your back to support your desire to keep your back arched. Balancing on my knees, I placed my left hand beneath your right butt cheek and with my fingers, I spread your love even wider. I began with slow long strokes in and out. I wanted us to concentrate on the feeling of my dick shaft radiating against your inner pussy walls. Each time I came out, I would pull my cock all the way to the tip to allow you to feel the head once again as I drove it into you. By now you had your right hand on my butt and your left hand on my neck. Your eyes were closed and I even thought I noticed a tear rolling down your left cheek. In spite of the nice oceanic breeze that continually greeted us, both our bodies glistened with tiny beads of perspiration. Noticing the beauty of the glow of the moon on our wet bodies, you stuck out your tongue and took a long lick of my chest. This was more than I could handle. I had to change up.
When I started pumping in slow circular movements, you bit your bottom lip and grabbed my butt with both hands. You raised your legs higher into the air and gently rested your heels on my butt. I could see the muscles in your shoulders flex as you grabbed harder and harder at my butt. After each full circular movement, I would quickly and deeply thrust into you, causing you to make a short high-pitched moan. Then you took your hands and began to push me on my chest. I realized you wanted me to kneel straight up and pump into you that way. What I didn’t immediately realize was that you also wanted to be able to reach your own clit while I pumped in and out. As my circular motions continued, you began rubbing your clit with one hand. This was an amazing sight for me. With your other hand, you reached for my balls and started gently fondling them as I glided in and out.