Lluvia Pt. 01

Kind face

The nerves had settled down. He was moving freely and funny and had her smiling. That beautiful smile. He still had no idea how he had accomplished this. Tonight she wore a beautiful black wrap dress and simple black heels; he had on his khaki pants, a button-down shirt and a nice blazer to go along with it. He had taken her to one of the finest places in town. The gentleman did not shown up empty-handed, flowers and a stuffed animal. Now I know why he asked me my favorite animal, she giggled to herself. This man was doing everything in his power to ensure she had a wonderful evening. Her feet were officially swept off.

After a few dates, he dropped her off at the door. She had a glass of wine, but still had her wits about her. During the drive home she rubbed his thigh and offered, "I don't have anywhere else to be tomorrow. If you have some time you're more than welcome to come in for a drink."

Eternally galant, he responded, "I would be honored." She smiled, pleased with the evening and the man. Inside he had a celebration of the absolute highest caliber.

Under the guise of innocence, she invited him in for a drink. She handed him a longneck, a Budweiser, which she remembered him drinking the first time they met. She opened one up for herself too. They sat together on the couch and begun to inch together slower. The sexual tension was the most potent it had ever been in any situation in the history of humanity.

Her name was Lluvia, the Spanish word for rain. It had been a word that he had always wanted as a name for his daughter. He freely admitted he was a gringo but here was no shame in loving the word. There was a luchadora named Lluvia that he really liked. Also he had never heard a more beautiful sound in any language he has studied. OK just English in Spanish, but still... "Once I looked up the meaning of the name, at least Rain, you know when I had wanted to name it for my daughter, and it told me, 'Abundant blessings from above'. That's when I really loved it."

"That may be the sweetest thing I have ever heard in my life." Lluvia responded enamored with his ability with words.

"So I'm just curious," he ventured. "I know you said you have done some online content and sex work and erotic modeling and... you could have any guy or girl-sorry I'm doing poorly with my gender inclusivity.. You could have any gender you wanted. Mi amor, why me?"

"Silly Justin," she responded. "The beauty that you see in me? That is how I see you. I love your red hair. Do you know how unique and different that makes you? And those amazing blue eyes. Do you know how you always tell me you get lost in mine? That's how I feel looking into that blue ocean of your eyes. I looked up something you may not notice. Do you know that.18% of the world's population is red haired with blue eyes? That means if I lined up 1000 people 1.8 of them would be redheaded with blue eyes. You are literally one in 1000. Or I guess that should be 1.8 in 1000. Everybody in this town looks like me. You're the one who's different."

"Señorita," he interrupted, "I promise you there is no equal for you in this town."

"And don't you forget it. Now back to you. Don't get me started on that beard. I am totally in love with it in kind of a, 'my eyes are up here' way. I wanna keep staring at it. I want to run my hands through. May I?" He consented very happily. "The beard is entirely too dry," she remarked.

"I'm sorry, mi amor. I thought I used some good beard butter."

"You silly goose. There's more effective things to use to moisten a beard. And I hope to be able to introduce one of them to you in a few minutes," she smiled seductively. "But you know what struck me? The moment I met you, I saw something in you. You had a kind face."

"Huh?"

"I can't explain it. It's... safe. And that's what I need. Safe."

"All the guys in that bar, you chose me," he reflected.

"Yes," she confirmed as she stood before him, holding the string holding her wrap dress together. "Would you do me the honor?"

A gentleman, he carefully pulled the string and let the wrap dress hang naturally. She had on a black strapless bra. The bra was doing a lot of work to keep them in there. I mean, she had been a cam model. He buried his head into her cleavage. This is the equivalent of a hostage kissing the ground of his home country after being released. Having his moment, he gazed into her beautiful eyes, so tender, so sweet, his chin rested on her cleavage, the beard tickling her bare skin. At this point, he became Agnostic. No Heaven could ever reach this moment.

He stood and lifted her chin up to make eye contact. Wondering if he was ever going to get to this place, she saw a confidence and faith in himself she hadn't yet seen. He was growing into his role. He reached over and kissed her, tender, sweet, gentle. Slowly but surely, he progressed. Now, a more intense level of kissing, she undid enough buttons to slide off his button down and undershirt. Delighted by the exoticness of his red chest hair, she ran her hands through it, reveling in its thick, coarse feel.

He slid the dress off and looked at what she had underneath. Her breasts were immaculate and without equal. Her curves were sexy, her body sincere and honest. Her confidence was perhaps sexiest. Her panties were a pretty orange/red geometric combination. He took a moment to admire in quiet reverence. He just wanted an image that would be there when his life flashed before his eyes.

As if something snapped, he turned her around. He found that spot on her neck very quickly. As if on cue, she reached her hand down and slid them into pants. With one hand he unbuckled his belt and undid the pants. Now she was free to play unrestricted. She massaged his cock at first, relishing in the touch of the first time. She loved watching them swell at her hands. He had said he was thick. He didn't say he was that thick. By this time, he had freed her breasts of their unfortunate prison. They hung freely and perfectly. He played with them, caressed them, and explored the nipples. It's a delicate procedure to see how every nipple cares to be played with. It's a lot of troubleshooting and recalibrating and adjusting. As she stroked his erection, so he stroked her nipples.

Once he was ready he pulled her back by her hair and commanded in her ear. "Find the nearest surface you can bend over. I'm taking what is mine right fucking now." Almost drenched just from the thought of that, she followed his orders, lowering her panties for him. Sliding off his boxers, he teased her for a minute before entering. He could not see her eyes turn into saucers. Holy fuck, she thought. He is way too thick to lack any confidence.

She surrendered. For a brief moment, all that mattered was the cock inside her. The sweet romantic guy at the bar was now rearranging her guts in the best way possible. And now that he hit his groove, he braced himself on her hips. She felt owned, needed, used. A sense of peace released inside her. Feeling the warmth of his cock inside her, she contracted and released, climaxing. That triggered what he needed to release inside her. His warm seed filled her inside. Exhausted, they both collapsed on the couch, still naked, sweaty and very very satisfied.