After a steady diet of weed and sex, the weight started to fall off without much effort. My friends started to notice and the compliments gave me the additional confidence to be bold and brash when approaching men. See, I have always preferred the hunt to the chase. I like to go after the men I want instead of waiting for a man to “choose” me. To me, that’s like waiting at the train station with a free ticket to anywhere the next train goes. But you don’t know where it is going until it arrives. Your choice is to wait for the next train (possibly New York City!) or get on this one (Bumfuck, USA). Or, you can just buy your own damn ticket to wherever you want to go. It really takes someone with advanced skills to turn my head. I prefer to be the predator; the irresistible seductress that lures with words and convinces with touch. That is how I met Diego.
Do you fuck older women?"
After four hours of day drinking, me and my BFF, Marissa stumbled back to the NOMA metro station to catch the train home. One of the guards standing in front of some unmarked federal building said, “Have a good evening Ladies,” as I fixed my mouth to reply, the radiance of Diego’s smile tickled my clitoris. Was he real? This Taye Diggs look alike wearing that Federal Police uniform while strapped at the waist. I slowed down to get a closer look at Diego sitting inside the booth, eyeing him like he was on display. “So what’s your name?” I flirted.
“Steve” said the guard standing outside the booth.
Diego gave me his name with an inviting smile as I moved in closer, “Gay?” I asked.
“No, Ma’am,” he quickly replied.
“Hmmm…’ My fingers found their way to his forearm, circling, gently, and slowly, before I looked in his eyes and asked, “Do you fuck older women?”
“Hell Yeah!” yelled Steve, even though nobody was ever talking to him.
“Huh?” Diego asked as if he heard what I said but needed confirmation.
I leaned in closer to his ear and unbuttoned the first button on his crisp white shirt. “I said, do you- fuck older-women?”
“Umm…if you are talking about you, then yes,”
“What time do you get off?”
“Not until 6AM”
“Here is my number, text me when you get off,” I’d like to see you.
Of course at 6AM Sunday morning, I was knocked da fuck out without any hope of getting up before noon. But he did send a text just before 6AM.
We made a dinner date for Tuesday night; I offered to cook dinner so I could get him in my domain. I knew exactly what I wanted to do to him, it mostly involved my tongue on his body with some rapid humping but that is not how it went down.
After dinner, I excused myself to go to the bathroom to freshen up a bit and make sure I looked as sexy as I thought I did. When I came out, Diego had cleared the table and was loading the dishes into the dishwasher. I didn’t even know what to do at that point. I was so turned already and then I come in and he was doing that, something about a man doing simple shit like loading a dishwasher or taking out the trash WITHOUT SAYING A WORD that is SOOO appealing to a grown ass woman.
I walked up behind him and said, “Thank you, but you really don’t need to do this,” I could feel my body drawing closer to his firm and tight ass.
“I do, you cooked. And it was delicious, by the way,” he flashed that beautiful smile kissed me on the lips. “I’m almost done, go sit down and relax, drink your wine.”
I sat down fidgeting, impatiently waiting to FUCK this beautiful man that was loading dishes into my dishwasher. I couldn’t figure out if he was stalling or trying to avoid hurting my feelings or both? Or was he just being a perfect gentleman?
So,” he kneeled down between my legs and said, “If you would allow me to taste your pussy before I go.” My legs fell open like an unhinged door and his tongue quickly found the ideal spot to send me grabbing for things that were not even there. My legs clasped around his head as his tongue explored deeply inside a sweat and salty sea of pre-orgasmic pleasure. His finger was like some sort of jackrabbit toy, hitting the G-spot every stroke. I gasped for air between covering my mouth to prevent informing my neighbors of any hedonistic activity.
“Diego,” I tried to detach my pussy from his mouth, “please fuck me.”
He released long enough to say, “NO!” he proceeded to lick and drill his finger with pinpoint accuracy targeting my g-spot until I sprayed his tongue with my pornographic desires.
I clamped my breast together and arched my back before the iridescent clouds appeared on the ceiling of my living room and I screamed, “Oh fuck!!! Oh Fuck!!! Diego!!!” I watched all my worries and concerns disappear like those iridescent clouds. Each kiss between my thighs sent chills and threats of another eruption, and then suddenly I felt him closer to my mouth, licking my lips the way he licked below. He gripped the back of my neck and parted my lips with his tongue before he allowed me to taste my own pussy. I found myself licking every drop of velvety icing around his lips and chin and wanting more.
He kissed me deeply and said; I have to go.
Diego came back on Friday; he was attacked as soon as I closed the door. I quickly unbuckled his belt and tried to unbutton his pants until he resisted.
“You couldn’t wait for this dick could you?” Diego grabbed me by the waist and walked me backwards towards the sofa.
“No, and I really don’t appreciate having to wait this long. I think I should punish you,” I grabbed the waist of his pants and redirected him towards my sofa. I straddled him as the tops of my breast brushed the bottom of his lip. I sat directly atop the bulge in his pants as I gently stroked the nape of his neck.
“You can’t punish me,” he smiled knowing he had the upper hand. “Because, you want what I want, but I have more control.” He gripped my hips and pulled down as he pushed up.
“Is that what you think?” I was not amused, well maybe slightly. “Look, I am,” he stood up from the sofa with me long enough to flip me on my back.
“What were you saying?” I could feel him grinding slowly and slightly touching me enough to compose vibrations all over my body. His tongue rimmed my ear as his chest pressed deeply into mine, and I felt him removing my underwear. Then his head disappeared between my legs.
“I…I don’t…recall,” I lay back allowing my body to quiet my racing mind while he sucked and slurped my pussy like he was shooting oysters. He waited until I came before he drove my legs behind my head and eased his big round cock inside a pool of anticipation. “Oooo…Diego,” I was not expecting him to be so um…blessed. I mean DAAAMN; he didn’t even have it all the way in before I started to scoot away from him. He pulled me back in, this time deeper inside. He was right, he did have more control.
My hands explored his muscular body atop mine as he filled my pussy with his rock hard cock. Each stroke reached another level of intensity until I felt his dick expand then pulsate, he let out an exasperated grunt before his last stroke. He collapsed gently between my legs resting his head on my breast. We laid there on the sofa satisfied but hungry for more. Within minutes we were back at it.
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