I had promised to help Carmen move. I don't know why - I always seem to get sucked into these things. But she and I were all we had left of our family - at least here in Denver. She's my 2nd cousin once removed or something. Legal to marry in all fifty states - as she'd repeatedly pointed out when we were teenagers.
"Gene, I'm going to get you to marry me one of these days. What's it gonna take? Do I have to take you out to the barn and let you do anything - and I mean ANYTHING - you want to do to me? You can even pretend it's someone else if you want..." Carmen had told me repeatedly at my Uncle's farm on the eastern Colorado plains. He lost it in the 80's, but that's life.
Carmen had always been very needy. When she was young, her Mom married a real bastard who sexually abused her for years. I think (and hope) he's still doing time in the Oklahoma prison system for it. So Carmen hugged alot more than was necessary, made sexual innuendos every chance she got, showed alot more skin than was necessary, was always the first to go skinny dipping, etc. Most of the family, being real conservative church goers, just freaked out and kept their distance from her. I just loved her wild side, and we got along famously.
"Gene, baby, I need some love." Carmen pleaded on the phone.
"Carmen, baby, you know I love you." I soothed.
"Not in the way it counts." Carmen pouted.
"Tell me what you need and I'll be there for you. You know that." I reminded her sternly.
"Gene, I finally got that corner apartment above the pool. No more exposing myself to nobody in the alley. Now I can go starkers in front of twenty people at the pool." Carmen bragged.
"So you need help moving?" I offered warily.
"You betcha. How's 2:00 Saturday afternoon?" Carmen countered.
"Deal. Be there with a housewarming gift." I promised.
"You're all the gift I need to keep my cozy nook warm. Strike that, make it hot. Thirty years of rubbing off to your picture, can't you spare some real wood to stoke my fires?" Carmen pleaded in a husky voice.
"I'll bring some firewood, too. See you Saturday." I laughed as I dodged her offer.
"I keep telling you you're all the wood I'll ever need." Carmen laughed as we said our goodbyes.
So I stood there that Saturday afternoon, in her hallway to her old apartment, a bundle of wood and a bottle of Bailey's, waiting for about five minutes. Carmen came flying down the hall, in just a sheer white bikini, dripping wet, beige beach towel trailing like a flag behind her. I sucked in my breath. Carmen still had the hardbody of a twenty year old although she was in her forties. Carmen is built with Latina sassiness on a Pat Benatar frame, maybe 5'2", but with curves - all natural - that could stop a clock. Her 34C yabos tried to burst out of the bikini top, which didn't conceal her dark - and stiff - fifty cent piece sized nipples. I swear her nipples stuck out at least an inch. She'd done her hair in a pixie cut, not bad, but far from the long auburn hair I used to stroke every chance I could, when we were younger. I could see every detail of her sweet, tight little pussy through the wet bikini, wide, thick, pink lips on either side, and her red bush trimmed to a triangle pointing down at her slit, like it was saying "Insert coin here".
"Gene! You came! Oh, baby, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting! I was down at the pool showing off, getting wet, getting dry, getting wet, and I lost track of time. Please, Please, forgive me. I'll do anything!" Carmen pleaded as she wrapped herself around me, in one of her famous long hugs.
"Carmen, you're all wet." I noted.
"In more ways than one, baby. Now let me unlock the door - " Carmen said as she reached into her bikini and pulled out her key, which had a tiny dildo and vibrator on the keyring. She had to squat down a little to pull it out, then the fragrance of hot pussy filled the hall as she slipped the key in the slot, saying "Cum inside. Mi casa, mi su puta (My house, I'm your whore)."
We blocked open the door and started carrying boxes down the hall and around the corner to her new spot. It had views of the mountain on one side and and the pool on the other. Two bedrooms, one obviously set up as an office, the other a bit more floral than most guys can stand, obviously her bedroom. She'd already mounted a big mirror on the wall at the headboard, another on the wall at the foot of the bed, and yet another on the ceiling! You could see out into the parking lot beside the pool, and they could see in, as the blinds were completely raised.
"I see you already got the heavy lifting done." I puzzled, as all the major furniture was already in place.
"Pretty sweet deal. Let out the contract on my old furniture rental - started a new contract with another company. Didn't want you too worn out to be of any use to me." Carmen teased.
"Honey, don't make promises you won't keep." I retorted, slightly annoyed.
"Here's one promise you can take to the bank. The day you say Carmen, let's fuck, I'm gonna do you in every way, in every hole. You got that, Mister?" Carmen shot back defiantly.
"Got it, Carmen, clear as your bikini." I taunted. Carmen blushed, and gushed, with the real heavy odor of hot pussy again.
"I forgot...from the pool...and you've been looking... Oh, what the hell is wrong with me? Why don't you want me?" Carmen broke down, began sobbing. I rushed to hold her as she cried, just soothing her for several minutes until she regained her composure.
"There's nothing wrong with you. It's been me. I've had all those screwed up ideas about relationships my folks taught me, and every woman I've ever had has cheated on me. 'Til I learned that that's the way of the world, I couldn't be at peace with that, or pursue any interest in you. I'm so sorry we lost thirty years over some stupid ideals that have nothing to do with the real world. I'm sorry if I hurt you and want to let you know you're still one of the hottest women I've ever known." I soothed her as I stroked her hair.
"Do you really mean that?" Carmen looked up at me, her eyes all red from crying, puffy and wet, tears still wetting her cheeks.
"I do. Now we will start over. You will let me be the one to start talking about sex, and I will let you determine how far our relationship goes, deal?" I offered.
"Deal. Now let's finish those boxes. You know how lonely a box can get...Oops, sorry, I'm supposed to let you do that." Carmen suggested with a coy giggle.
When we got back to her old apartment, there were just two boxes left. I reached for one and Carmen said "Hey! Let me get that one!" I just looked at her strangely, and picked up the other box. When we got back to her new spot, she forgot that there was a rug by the kitchen on the way to her bedroom, and tripped over it. The box came apart and spilled it's contents all over the kitchen floor. It was the hottest collection of porn I'd ever laid my eyes on! "Boxlicker Magazine", "Dildos Unlimited" catalogues, "Bob on my Knob" cum shot magazines, "Gang Bangs for Good Girls" magazines, "Swingers XXX Digest" magazines, a "Literotica" book, half a dozen different vibrators, a double ended dildo, and then the big treasure trove - Polaroids. She'd taken probably two four inch stacks of pictures of her having sex with twosomes, threesomes (both King and Queen), foursomes, and even a few moresomes (gang bangs and orgies). All she could do was look up at me, with the guilty look of someone doing something they know they shouldn't, but getting caught anyway.
Something shifted in our relationship, right then. I don't know if it was the "Spank Me" magazines (there were dozens), the "Bondage Babes Monthly" magazines (also dozens), or the thirty years of foreplay between us. Maybe I was thinking if everybody else can fuck her, why not me? Maybe it was the six month dry spell I'd had with getting laid, or the smell of buttered fish, or the dry bikini top with the drenched (at least where her slit was) bikini bottoms.
"You've been a very naughty girl, Carmen." I said sternly.
"I know." she said in reply, lowering her gaze in submission.
