Senorita Carmen

SENORITA CARMEN

CHAPTER 1

My wife and I bought a house in a subdivision near where we both had lived with our parents. We've been in it for 16 years now. We are both 40. We have 2 kids, a boy and a girl. Isaac is 15 and Meredith is 13. My name is Tucker Bronski and my wife is Sylvia.

A couple of years ago a young couple rented the house next door. Ronnie and Carmen. They're about 30. No kids.

Carmen is a very pretty girl. I never asked until later but I figured she was of Mexican descent. Long jet black hair, dark complexion, and full figured. By that I mean she had big breasts, wide hips, and a big butt. Not overly so, just full figured. It was quite nice, actually. She was born here so she doesn't have a Mexican accent or anything but I could see it in her looks. My wife and I both liked her but could not get close to her husband. After we had known her a while, I got to jokingly calling her Senorita. I asked if that offended her and she said, "No. I ain't one of those people that get offended at every little thing." And later she found out that my family was of Polish descent and so the Pollock jokes started. Which I'm okay with. I have a sense of humor also.

CHAPTER 2

Carmen was spending more and more time at our house because her husband was a partier and she wasn't. Neither my wife nor I minded. Many evenings she would come over and hang out with Sylvia and help with gardening, cleaning, or whatever Sylvia was doing. And Sylvia was teaching her to cook. And usually we saw that Ronnie had some friends over and they were partying. It made me sad that Carmen couldn't enjoy being at her own home because of her husband's lifestyle. But I was happy that she had taken a liking to us and us to her. Our kids loved her and she loved them. She sometimes played games with them and talked to Meredith about boys. She said she'd love to have kids someday but didn't think it was a good idea right now.

CHAPTER 3

Carmen started spending more time with us. Especially on the weekends when Ronnie was partying with his friends. And she also went to her friend's homes on some of those occasions. She said she was done with the partying. That she had nothing against drinking and smoking, that she enjoyed it herself, but she didn't want to do it the way he and his friends did. So she decided to not be there when they were. We told her we were glad to hear that. And that she could come over here any time she needed to. Or wanted to. That she was always welcome. And we meant it. We both thought a lot of her and had grown to like her very much.

I went shopping one Saturday morning. The kids were gone for the day. After I got home and put my stuff away I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I saw out the window that Sylvia and Carmen were out at the pool. We have an above ground pool. I stood drinking my water and looking out. They were just laying there getting some sun, I assumed. They both wore bikinis. Sylvia looks great in a bikini. She takes care of herself really well, and stays in shape. After both kids she worked hard to get her figure back, and she did. She lost all the baby fat and got back to her normal weight both times, which is 115. She is a really pretty girl, with medium length blonde hair, and intense blue eyes. Her legs were the first thing I noticed when I first met her. I love a nice pair of legs and she had, and still has, the best ones I ever saw. And the rest of her body is quite nice, also. Her breasts are not overly large, but she has a mouthful and a handful, and as the saying goes, any more than that is overkill. I still enjoy looking at her very much. I thought what a lucky man I am to have such a wonderful wife. And good kids. This was my first time seeing our neighbor in her bikini. And I liked what I saw. I said earlier that she was full figured. She wore it well. Her breasts were pretty big, as was her butt, but she was very well proportioned. Being a horny, somewhat young man, I of course wondered what it would be like to fuck her. But I wasn't planning on trying.

Sylvia sat up and picked up a bottle of lotion beside her chair. She squirted some in her hand and offered it to Carmen, who accepted it. They both sat rubbing the lotion on their arms, legs, bellies, and chests. I saw Sylvia say something to Carmen. Then she got up and went over to Carmen's chair. Carmen turned and Sylvia started putting lotion on her back. Then Carmen laid down on her belly and Sylvia did the backs of her legs and the exposed parts of her buttocks. I thought it looked like Sylvia was enjoying what she was doing. She was smiling and looking up and down Carmen's body as she put the lotion on. And it seemed like she was taking her time, particularly on the lower back, upper thighs, and buttocks. Then they switched and Carmen put lotion on my wife. It was all pretty erotic, actually, watching these two beautiful, sexy, bikini-clad ladies rubbing each other's bodies. When they were done and laid back on their chairs I went out to let Sylvia know I was home. But I waited for just a minute before going out because I realized that I had gotten about half hard watching them. They asked if I wanted to join them but I said, "No. I'm not much of a sun worshipper."

Sylvia said, "That's true. He'd rather trudge through snow than get a suntan."

"Well, I don't know about all that. But I do prefer it a little cooler rather than hot. But you ladies enjoy. Need anything?"

"No. We're good," they both said.

CHAPTER 4

That night we made love and it was much more intense than usual. We both love sex and have a very active and happy sex life. But that night was different. Sylvia seemed more passionate than normal and orgasmed twice. I also was more aroused than normal, and I know it was from watching Sylvia and Carmen rub each other's bodies with lotion earlier. That had been very erotic and sensual.

Afterwards we lay talking. Sylvia said, I'm glad Carmen and I have gotten close. I think she needs a friend. And I really like her. She's a sweet girl. It's good for me, too."

"I'm glad you met a new friend. I know you have other friends, but you can never have too many. It's a shame about her home life, though."

"Yeah, it is. I think eventually she'll leave him. But she's afraid to now. And I get that."

"Well, I think she knows we'll help her in any way we can."

"Yeah, she does. I've told her and so have you. Can I tell you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"It's a little embarrassing. And I'm not real sure I should tell you. But I want our marriage to be completely open and honest. I think that's the only way it can work."

"Now you got me scared. What is it?"

"Well. You know earlier today when Carmen and I were laying out tanning?"

"Yeah."

"We helped each other put lotion on the other one's back."

"Yeah. I saw you through the kitchen window before I came out. And I gotta be honest with you. It was kinda sexy. I have to admit I stood there watching for a minute before I came out. You know us guys, we're perverts. We like to see two beautiful women making out. Anyway. Sorry. Go on with what you were saying."

"Well. I thought it was kind of sexy, too." Her face was a little red at this point and she was acting kind of sheepish. "I mean," she continued, "I got a little turned on when I was rubbing lotion on her. And when she did me, too." She looked up at my face then to see my reaction. It looked like she was scared of what I might say.

"Hey. Nothing wrong with that. You're both very beautiful and sexy women. I'd be surprised if you didn't get a little excited. You know, it might seem stupid, and I'm sure it is, but it seems that for women to feel attraction to each other is okay, but for men it's taboo. Well, that's what men feel, anyway."

"Yeah. I know a lot of women who have said they felt an attraction to another woman. Not that they'd ever do it, but they felt like they might like to."

I smiled at her and put my arm around her and hugged her. "I love you. I don't know how you girls could be attracted to us hairy old guys anyway. It makes much more sense to be attracted to a pretty girl."

"You're not a hairy old guy. You're a very handsome, attractive man. And I love you, too. But there's one more thing I need to tell you."

"Oh oh. What?"

"When I was in college I... uh... experimented. With a girl. Girls. A couple of times. I liked it. I'm not a lesbian or anything. I like men more, but I did enjoy sex with girls. Does that make you think less of me?"

"Hell no! Not at all. That doesn't bother me in the least. I don't know how true it is, but I've heard that a lot of women try it in their younger years. And some men. I don't care that you've tried it. Hell, like I said earlier, it kind of excited me to see you and Carmen putting lotion on each other."

"Good. Thank you. Did you ever experiment? With another man?"

"No. Never had any desire to try it. But guys are different."

"Thank you for understanding. I needed to get that off my chest."

CHAPTER 5

Things went along as they had for a while. Carmen coming over when Ronnie was partying, and other times, too. Sometimes staying the night when it was too rowdy at her house. We even set up a bed for her in the basement. The basement was finished and it was nice but it didn't have a separate room for a bedroom so the bed was just off to the side. And there was a bathroom down there that had a shower stall in it. So it wasn't too bad. She said it was perfect. She was becoming a pretty decent cook under Sylvia's tutelage, and cooked supper for us on several occasions. There were a couple of times we heard Ronnie cussing and raising hell next door and those were the times Carmen stayed with us. As far as we could tell he never hit her and she said he didn't, but she was kind of afraid he might because he loses control when he gets like that.

Things seemed to get worse between Carmen and Ronnie over the next few weeks. He got a DUI, which didn't slow him down a bit. They were fighting more and Carmen stayed with us some and at her parents some.

Then one Saturday she came to our door. I answered when she rang the doorbell and said, "Well, hello there Senorita Carmen. What brings you by? Looking for some tacos? Or tequila maybe?"

"No. I wanted to see if you had any Polish sausages." We shared a laugh and I invited her in. Sylvia came in from the bedroom and we all sat down to talk. Carmen said, "I want to ask you guys something, and feel perfectly free to say no. I will understand."

To make a long story short, Carmen and Ronnie were being evicted. She was leaving him, and asked if we would consider letting her stay in our basement until she could get her own place. After talking it over we decided that we could do that. We bought one of those folding partitions to put up to give her some semblance of privacy in bed. We bought a used stove, refrigerator, and microwave and set up a makeshift kitchen. Our laundry was down there so we also set up a partition around that so we could do laundry without disturbing her too much. When she saw all of this she cried. She said she couldn't believe we did all of that for her. She also said that it was too much and that we shouldn't have done it. I told her it was something we had talked about before. That it might be a way to get a little extra income by renting it out someday. They had 90 days to get out but she wanted to move in sooner if we didn't mind, which we didn't. And Ronnie was gone before then, too.

CHAPTER 6

Carmen got a job at a distribution center for a major retailer and was making fairly decent money. We settled on an amount that would help us with our bills and still allow her to save for a real apartment. She said she thought she could be out in 90 days but we said that seemed a little unrealistic and she could stay as long as she needed to.

Things were going along pretty well. Some evenings she would come up and have supper with us and watch TV, sometimes she stayed downstairs alone. She was saving money and offered to pay us more but we told her we didn't need or want more. That she was like a daughter to us. Although we weren't old enough to be her parents.

One weekend after she had been there about 2 months Sylvia was at her Mom's helping her with something or other. The kids went with her, leaving me home all alone. Me and Sylvia's dad don't see eye to eye and I don't go with her all the time. I told Sylvia that I would do the laundry while she was gone. We had agreed that we would do laundry on the weekends and Wednesdays and Carmen would do hers during the week, usually on Friday when she was off. So I gathered it all up and went downstairs to get it started. As I said we had put up a partition so we could do laundry without disturbing Carmen. I knew she was home because her car was outside. As I was loading the washer she called out, "Hi Sylvia. Laundry day hunh?"

I answered, "Si, Senorita. But it's me. Sylvia's at her Mom's. Sorry to disturb you."

"Oh. Hi Tucker. You didn't disturb me. And it IS your house." She had gone down to the other end of the basement and come through the storage room to join me in the laundry area. "Sorry. I left my clothes in the dryer yesterday. I thought I'd get them out before Sylvia came down to do laundry. She's usually not this early. I just got out of the shower."

"I see that." She had a towel wrapped around her and tied at the side under her armpit. Her hair was in a ponytail. 'Damn!, she looks hot,' I thought. And I wondered if she had anything on under that towel. Probably panties.

"Sorry. I'll get my stuff out of your way."

"It's okay. I won't need the dryer until the wash is done. Take your time."

"I know. But I should have gotten it yesterday. I just got lazy." She set her basket down, opened the dryer door, and bent over to get her clothes out. "And besides, I need some of these clothes now." I then saw that she did have panties on under the towel. Dark red ones. She piled her stuff in her basket and stood back up. The towel had slipped a little bit and slid down her bosom a little ways. She noticed and pulled it up and re-tied it. I kind of wished it had come loose completely and fallen, but my luck's not that good. She stayed and talked while I finished sorting the laundry, loading the washer, and getting it started.

Then I picked up her laundry basket and said, "Let me help you with this."

"You don't have to do that. I can get it."

"I know. But it's the gentlemanly thing to do. And we all know I'm a perfect gentleman."'

"Yeah, I just bet you are." she joked. "But seriously, thank you."

I carried her basket over to her living area and set it on a table. "Wow," I said, "I love what you've done to the place." I looked around. It did look quite nice. She had gotten a couple of plants, hung some pictures, and curtains, and set some knick knacks around. It also smelled really good. I assumed she had an air freshener somewhere.

"Thank you. I hope you don't mind that I hung pictures and stuff."

"Of course not. You do whatever you want. This is your space."

"Thanks. You're not half bad for a Pollock."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant to be."

"Okay. I'll leave you to get dressed. But I WILL be back. To finish the laundry, that is. Unless you want to do it for me."

"Of course I will."

"No. Just kidding. I know you would, but I really was just kidding."

CHAPTER 7

Sylvia and I decided that we wanted to convert the basement into an apartment like we had talked about before. It was working out pretty well with Carmen there and that prompted us to make the decision. I could do most of the work myself. Just a matter of putting up a couple of walls, running some wiring, putting in lights and outlets, painting, and putting carpet on the floor. We talked to Carmen and told her about our decision. We told her we would love for her to be our first official tenant, if she was interested. She said she would love it, that she really liked living here. I told her if she didn't mind a temporary inconvenience that I could do the work without interrupting her life too much. I'd take some time off from work and do it while she was at work. She agreed and said she would help me when she wasn't working. That she had done a little carpentry and electrical work with her dad.

The 3 of us made a plan of what we wanted to do with the place and I ordered the materials. I scheduled 2 weeks off starting the following week. I was looking forward to this project. I hadn't done anything like this for a while and I used to enjoy it.

I helped Carmen move stuff around so I could get in there and work. And she did help in the evenings after work. And Sylvia did what she could, also. We all had fun working together. After the walls were built, and the wiring run Carmen said she would help install outlets and lights. We decided to do some of them one evening. She was off the next day so she didn't have to worry about being tired or getting to bed early. Sylvia had some stuff to do on the computer for work. So after supper I went down to get started after calling and asking Carmen if it was okay. We cut up and joked while we worked and had a good time. I was holding the ladder for her and handing her stuff as she was hooking up a ceiling fan and light. She really was pretty good at this stuff. I could do it, but I ain't real crazy about working with electricity. She was wearing cut off jeans shorts and I couldn't help but stare at that fine ass right in my face. And if she happened to be turned around on the ladder, which she was at times, it was her crotch in my face. When she was turned that way I held her legs to steady her instead of the ladder. Then we moved on to some outlets. She was on her knees working and I had a mighty fine view down her top. She was wearing a v-neck t-shirt that was a little baggy and when she leaned over it hung down and I could see her bra-encased tits. She has pretty big tits and her bra was the type that doesn't completely cover her breasts and it was a pretty sexy sight. So I'm sure I enjoyed our working together more than she did. When we were done we turned the juice on and tested everything and they all worked fine. Sylvia came down then and we put our stuff away and talked a little while.

Over the next couple of days I prepped all the walls for painting and got started on that. I was still painting in the bedroom when Carmen came in from work on Monday. I worked a little later since Sylvia was gone. Monday is the day she goes to do volunteer work at the women's center. I told Carmen I just wanted to finish up the wall I was working on then I would be out of her way. She said to work as long as I wanted and offered to help. I said, "No, I'm done for the day. And I'm sure you are tired and don't want to paint this evening."

"Actually, I am pretty tired. I think I'm gonna jump in the shower while you finish up if that's okay."

"Yeah. You won't be bothering me. And I'll try to finish up quickly."

"Take your time. You're fine. You aren't bothering me."

I finished up and was cleaning up and putting my stuff away when she came out from her shower. She had a towel wrapped around her again. And was drying her hair with another one. She came over and was talking to me while I put stuff away and she dried her hair. She was saying how much she appreciates everything we've done for her. I watched the towel as she dried her hair. It raised and lowered with the movement of her hands. I was on my knees putting stuff in the corner out of the way so I was looking up at her. And willing that towel to come undone and fall to the floor. I did see a flash of panties a couple of times. Green this time. I imagined those caramel colored legs wrapped around my neck. I had to consciously make an effort to look up at her eyes as she talked.

I finished and stood up. "Anyway," she was saying, "I just want you to know how much I appreciate you and Sylvia." Then she hugged me. I hugged her back and felt her very ample breasts against my chest and hoped she didn't feel my erection pressing into her belly. We held the hug and I moved my hands from her back to her bare shoulders and thought maybe that was a mistake. Feeling her soft brown skin under my hands was pretty exciting. She had her head laying on my chest and continued to talk. I rubbed her back through the towel as I held her and listened to her. Wishing that towel wasn't in the way.

Then she stepped away. But she continued talking so I stood there as she went over to her dresser and started getting out the clothes she was going to wear. She had her back to me and just dropped the towel. My eyes flew open and I had to stop myself from saying, "Holy fuck!" She stood there with her back to me in nothing but green panties. No bra, but I couldn't see the tits. But, oh my God, that ass. It was magnificent. As I watched and listened to her talk she stepped into a pair of pajama shorts and pulled a t-shirt over her head. Then she turned around to face me. I hoped I didn't look too awestruck. And maybe I didn't because she didn't say anything. I guess she didn't even realize that she was nearly naked in front of me. Just doing what she normally does.

CHAPTER 8

I started working later after that hoping for a repeat. It came Thursday evening. I was installing new ceiling tiles when Carmen came in from work. "Hola Senorita."

"I don't know the Polish word for hello, so hello, Pollock."

We both laughed. 'I saw Sylvia leaving as I was coming in. She said her and the kids were going to the mall."

"Yeah. Both kids need shoes and they're going to go ahead and get some clothes while they're at it. I hate shopping so I begged off."

"Yeah, I guess that's more of a woman thing."

"And you girls can have it."

"Well since she's gone, if you want, I'll fix supper for us two. If you haven't eaten yet, that is."

"I haven't. But you don't have to do that. I can order us something."

"I don't mind. But whatever you want to do."

"Okay. You like pizza?"

"Who don't like pizza?"

"Pizza it is. Anything in particular?"

"Nope. I like it all. Except anchovies of course. Does anybody eat those things?"

"Apparently so, but not this guy. I'll get supreme. Is that okay?"

"Perfect. I'm gonna jump in the shower."

"Enjoy."

She came out wrapped in a towel again. And her hair wrapped in another one. I was just finishing up the ceiling tiles in her bedroom. I got off the ladder and started putting my tools away and cleaning up. With her help we uncovered the stuff I had covered so the dust from the tiles wouldn't get all over everything. Then she got a broom and started sweeping. The doorbell rang and I went to retrieve our pizza. She was at her bed when I came back. Getting ready to get dressed. I set the pizza on the table and said, "Soup's on." I could see her from the table as the door was open.

"Be right there," she said. She dried her hair with the towel on her head while I was getting some plates and forks and watching her. Then she let the towel around her body drop. But again her back was to me. This time she had on a pair of black panties. Then she turned towards me and came over to the door. "Oh shit," she said, "I forgot to tell you. Sylvia said to tell you she was also going to Brooks's, whatever that is, and for you to call her if you need anything from there."

It hardly registered with me what she was saying. I was staring at her big, bare breasts. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. Apparently she doesn't have a shy bone in her body, because it didn't seem to bother her in the least that I was staring. "So, what is Brooks's?"

"Huh? Oh. It's a department store. Mostly men's clothing and stuff. She must be going to pick up something for her dad or something."

"Oh. Almost done. You can go ahead and eat if you want. I'll just be a minute." She turned and went back over to her bed to get dressed.

"No. I'll wait. Need to let it cool a little bit anyway." I watched as she picked up her jeans she was going to put on. Then she laid them down and went to her dresser. She opened a drawer and took out a pair of white shorts and held them up to look at. She started to put them on then stopped and tossed them on the bed. She slid her panties down and stepped out of them. I couldn't help myself. I just sat there staring. Here was this gorgeous young girl, completely naked in front of me. What was I supposed to do? Turn my head? Probably, but I couldn't. She opened another drawer and took out a pair of white panties. She stepped into them and pulled them up her legs. Then she pulled a t-shirt over her head and put the shorts on. Then she came out and sat down.

"Sorry to take so long. I changed my mind about what I wanted to wear. I decided this was more comfortable."

"No problem. I just been sittin' here thinkin'." I didn't tell her about what.

We ate and talked. Some sauce and toppings slid off the piece of pizza she was eating and landed on her shirt. "Shit! That's probably going to stain."

"I've always heard if you get it in cold water right away it will come out. Whether that's true or not I have no clue. And it might be certain things only. I don't know."

"Yeah. That does work. I've done it. For other things, not pizza. But it's worth a try. I like this shirt." It had a picture of a band and their name on it. I'd never heard of them. She pulled the shirt up over her head and went to the sink I had installed and filled it with cold water and put the shirt in to soak. Then she came back and sat down. With her big, brown, beautiful tits out for all the world to see.

"Aren't you afraid you'll drop hot pizza on your bare skin?"

"It's cool enough now that it won't burn me if I do. Plus, I can just wash it off of my skin. Much easier than trying to get it out of clothing."

I chuckled. "I guess you got a point there."

"Can I get your opinion on something?"

"Sure."

"Ronnie always wanted me to get a boob job. I didn't want to. I thought they were big enough. I was afraid that bigger ones would cause problems with my back later on. I've heard that women with really big boobs have back problems. What do you think? Should I have done it?"

"I think Ronnie is an idiot. In more ways than one. But as far as your breasts, they are perfect just the way they are. I can't imagine why he would have wanted them to be bigger. They're already bigger than most women's. And, personally, I don't really like the gigantic ones. Yours are the perfect size. And they're beautiful." They did sag a little, as all large, natural ones will do. But that doesn't detract from their splendor. They were a caramel color with darker areolas and darker still nipples.

"Thank you. You're not just saying that to make me feel good, are you? Because I want your honest opinion."

"No. I really do believe they're perfect. Don't you dare do anything to them. Not that I have anything to say about it."

She smiled and said, "Thanks. I do value your opinion. I know you have good taste in women. Because Sylvia is great. And beautiful."

"Yes. She is. I gotta ask. Do you sit around topless all the time? Don't get me wrong. I don't mind. It just seems a little unusual."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'll go put something on."

"No. Please. I want you to be comfortable. It's just that most people don't do that."

"I guess you're right. And yeah. I do it a lot. But usually not when someone else is around. I guess I just feel really comfortable around you."

"I'm glad you do."

We finished eating. Carmen said, "I noticed you kept looking at my breasts. You sure it doesn't bother you?"

"Not at all. Well, maybe a little. But in a good way. I love breasts, and yours are spectacular."

"Thanks. Can I ask you one more thing?"

"Of course."

"Ronnie used to say they were too squishy. That if I had a boob job they would be firmer. Would you give me your opinion on that?"

"You mean feel them?"

"Yeah. To see if they really are too squishy."

"I don't know. I mean, I'd love to. But do you think that's appropriate?"

"Yeah. I need to know. I'm sure I'll be back out in the dating world eventually and I want to be confident in my body. I used to be. But Ronnie kind of made me question it. Sorry to ask. But, would you mind?"

"Well. Okay. Again, I say, Ronnie's an idiot and you should disregard everything he ever told you." I went around to her side of the table and stood beside her. I slowly and cautiously reached out towards her breasts. She sat and looked up at me as I reached for them. I ever so lightly touched my fingertips to the bare skin of one of them. She looked down at my hand then back up at my face.

"Squeeze it, tell me what you think."

I cupped my hand around her breast and gently squeezed. I stepped behind her and reached down and around to cup the other one. I held them both in my hands and softly and gently squeezed them. I felt the nipples harden against my palm.

"So? What do you think?"

"I love 'em. They are spectacular. Possibly the best breasts I have ever seen or felt. And they are NOT too squishy. Breasts are supposed to be soft and squeezable. And yours are the perfect amount of both."

"Thank you. I knew I could trust your opinion. But how about this? Do they bounce too much?" She stood up, faced me and bounced up and down, making her tits bounce as well. She watched them bounce then looked at me for my opinion.

"Oh my God, Carmen. You're driving me fucking nuts."

"Oh. I didn't think about that. Yeah, I guess I did." She looked down at my crotch and saw that I had a hardon. "I'm sorry. I.. uhh... can take care of that for you if you want." And she reached down and squeezed my hard cock through my pants.

"I think you knew perfectly well what you were doing. And I'm okay with that."

"No. Honestly. I really did just want your opinion."

"Okay. If you say so." I pulled her into me and said, "Do you also want my opinion on the rest of your body?" And I started running my hands up and down her back and onto her ass.

"Well. Maybe. If you don't mind." She was still squeezing my cock with her hand.

"My pleasure." I leaned my head down and kissed her. She kissed me back. Her lips tasted divine and her body writhed against mine as I ran my hands over it. I was cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks. I brought my hands around and started undoing her shorts. They had a slide clasp at the top and after unfastening it I slid the zipper down. They were tight so I had to work a little to get them over her ample hips and ass. When they reached her knees they dropped and puddled at her feet. I squatted down and lifted first one foot, then the other to remove them. I looked up at her and she was looking down at me. I leaned in and kissed her belly. I could smell the fragrance of her body wash from her recent shower. She smelled like lilacs. I cupped her ass cheeks again as I kissed all over her belly. Then I pulled back and took the waistband of her panties in my fingers and started easing them downwards. I waited to see if she changed her mind. But she stood still and said nothing. I pulled the panties to her feet and gazed at the pretty pussy I had uncovered. She stepped out of her panties and stood naked before me. Her hair was neatly trimmed into just a small patch above her pussy. It was the same jet black color as the hair on her head.

I leaned in and kissed her vagina. As soon as my lips made contact she squealed and grabbed my head in her hands. She held onto my head as I licked and kissed her now moistening lips. I licked some of the moisture that was seeping out and it tasted marvelous. I stuck my tongue in between her lips and wiggled it around. She spread her feet some more and pushed her pussy into my face. I had her ass in my hands and I pulled her into my mouth as I ate her hot, wet, tasty pussy. Being the sarcastic prick that I am I thought, 'Hmm. Doesn't taste like a taco.' I chuckled to myself but kept that little witticism to myself. I found her clit with my tongue and she squealed again and said, "Oh my God! I'm gonna cum!" And she did. She squealed and said, "Oh fuck! Yes! Right there! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" She held my face tight into her crotch and her juices started flowing. I continued licking her as she orgasmed and I lapped up her juices.

She stood still for a few moments afterwards with her eyes closed, breathing hard. I stood up and ran my hands all over her body. Then she opened her eyes, squeezed my cock through my pants again, and said, "My turn. Or maybe I should say your turn." She unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down. My cock was straining to get free. She pushed my underwear down and it almost hit her in the face. "Ohhh yeah. Nice," she commented as she took it in her hand. She stroked it a few times before wrapping her lips around it. It felt so good I could have cum instantly. But I didn't. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my jeans and underwear, then pulled my shirt over my head. I watched her head bobbing up and down on my cock and gazed at her naked body. She fondled my balls with her hand while she blew me. I couldn't hold out long and started thrusting into her mouth.

I said, "Fuuck! I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum!" And I did. I started shooting my load and she pulled her mouth away and it shot all over face. She kept her mouth open and let part of it shoot in there. When I was done she licked my shaft clean.

"Yum. Pretty good Polish sausage," she joked.

"And I loved the taco," I said.

We both laughed. "Would you like to fuck me?", she asked.

"Nothing I would love more." She stood up and I took her in my arms and we kissed. I ran my hands all over her exquisite body and she stroked my cock back to hardness. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I kept my lips locked on hers and walked into her bedroom with her clinging onto me. I laid her back on the bed and she guided my cock into her hot, wet, anxious pussy. I pushed forward. She was tight. But as wet as she was I easily entered her and within just a couple of strokes my dick was buried to the hilt. She felt amazing. I started moving in and out and gazing at her pretty face as I fucked her.

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "Fuck me. That feels so good." She lay there smiling and moaning and writhing as I fucked her. As I increased my pace I watched tits moving around. I reached down and squeezed them. She put her legs up and I grasped her feet to hold them up. "Oh God. That's so good. Keep going. I'm almost there."

I was glad to hear that because I was about there, too. I wanted to last longer but it was just impossible. I started thrusting harder and faster. She screamed, "Fuuck! Yes! That's it! Fuck me. Harder! Oh God! Yes!" She raised her hips up off the bed, squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles, and I felt her hot juices starting to flow out around my cock inside her.

I started blasting my load into her and said, "Oh yeah, Baby. That's it. Squeeze me with that pussy. Oh my God! Your pussy's so fucking tight."

We both thrusted towards each other as we came. Hearts pounding, breath coming in gasps. As I finished cumming I pushed into her and held still until the spasms subsided. She continued milking my cock with her pussy. My cock eventually deflated and popped out.

"Wow! That was amazing," she said.

"Yes. I totally agree. You are one hot little number."

I laid down beside her as we caught our breath and let our heart rates slow down. "So. How long have you been planning that?", I asked.

"I don't know what you mean. I didn't plan anything."

"Yeah. Right. Those exhibition shows were all completely innocent."

"Okay, you got me. I'm sorry. I haven't had any in a while and I needed it. I didn't want to go out and hook up with a stranger. I was pretty sure you'd be safe. Being married and all. I knew you wouldn't expect anything more. Like a relationship, I mean. I ain't ready for all that. And I noticed how you looked at me. So I was pretty sure you'd be willing."

"Don't be sorry. I thought about it several times. You're a beautiful, sexy young girl. I'd have to be dead to not think about it. But I never imagined that it would happen."

We talked for a few more minutes then got up and got dressed. I went upstairs to wait for the family to get home, which wasn't very long. After being home for a few minutes, Sylvia asked, "What's got you in such a good mood? You seem really upbeat this evening."

"I'm just really, really happy to have you for my wife, and have these two wonderful kids."