Summer 2005
Her kisses were hard, hot and wet. Those words were already easy to use when talking about Salma Hayek. I'd had the chance to do all that with her for a month, but not that physically yet.
Somehow, it seemed she was trying to change that here and now. In an empty room at an industry party we were attending. But thanks to those hard, hot wet kisses -- and the hot, hopefully wet body crammed into a white dress that made me hard -- I didn't mind much.
After my mouth caught up with Salma's, she pulled back somewhat unfairly. However, she was fairer in helping me out of my tux, then unbuttoning my shirt. I wanted to help her out of her dress -- although her tits would be easier to free first -- but I froze and let her stay in control.
"Okay then," Salma appraised once she could see my chest. Before I looked back down at hers, her hand trailed down my abs and headed for my belt. "I'm going to give you a choice."
My critical thinking wasn't at its best right now. All my thought was going down to the very area that Salma's hand reached into. "I felt this more than enough already. Just not with my hand," Salma noted, before finally grabbing the body part she'd tortured enough.
"Oh....the choice?" I asked before she started pumping.
"We can do it right here, right now," Salma offered. "Or I can finish you like this. Get the first one out of the way, then we do the rest back at the hotel. And you do it for me too."
With her free hand, Salma took mine and put it on her stomach. She then lifted the center of her dress up, giving me time to get her drift. Once it sank in, I reached under her dress and she dropped it before I reached her panties.
"You finger me, I finger you. Then we both walk out of here in our own cum," Salma said casually, despite the less than casual words. "Then we go back and put the rest of it somewhere else. Or do you just want to fuck and get it over with?"
This was the only possible way I could have said no to that question. But first I had to ask, "But....we'd still get it over with at the hotel? If I said no?"
"We won't have to keep it down. And I can build it up longer," she hinted. This had been building for a month already -- but the actual act sure as hell wouldn't take that long the first time. If I could get the embarrassing early climax over with now, and still get a show later....and still give her more reasons to give me that show....
I started doing that by brushing my finger across her panties. When I pushed the front of them aside and brushed her bare pussy, Salma's hand tightened on my bare genitals. At that point, we resumed kissing as we stroked each other.
When Salma's thumb brushed my tip and my forefinger slipped into her, I broke from her mouth and kissed down her neck. My destination was obvious, so I put more of my finger in her to get her ready. She just moaned and pumped me faster as my face reached her legendary cleavage.
I didn't know where to begin, but with the way Salma's hand was going, I had to act fast. I settled on kissing the exposed skin of her left breast, then her right, and then I kissed the clothed parts too. My lips and tongue went up the exposed valley of her breasts, although I knew this was a little slow. So the rest of my finger went into her and fucked her harder to make up for it.
Salma groaned and threw her head back, jacking me off harder and putting her free hand on my chest, rubbing and palming my pecs and nipples. I got the message and prepared to return the favor at last.
"Oh my God!"
This wasn't Salma's voice. It was distinctively Latin and female, but it wasn't hers. It was louder and a little less sultry than Salma's -- and its owner was right behind us.
We were so into it that we didn't notice Sofia Vergara had come in -- and obviously wasn't expecting this. The feeling was mutual.
Sofia was hardly as well known as Salma at that time, and I barely knew of her. Of course, her modeling shoots and movie bit parts that showed off her....sizable bits were familiar to me. I was already familiar with the sight of her in that revealing green dress tonight. But it was too familiar now.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm...." Sofia trailed off, then spoke her distress in Spanish before leaving the room. She didn't even remember to close the door, so Salma had to leave me -- and my cock -- to do it.
She cursed a bit in Spanish too, and I spoke some English curses under my breath. I was afraid to ask out loud if we could go on, since the mood was clearly ruined. Ironic that it was broken by another Latin actress -- and one of the few whose curves and bust were a match for Salma's.
That probably wasn't wise to think about right now. As for saying, I was still at a loss for words. But Salma wasn't, as she sighed and said, "We'll just have to do it all in our room, then."
Still without a word, I followed Salma out of the room after buttoning up. We left quietly, not bothering to say goodbye to other guests -- and I barely looked at them in case Sofia was nearby. We got to our limo and were driven back to the hotel in silence, which we stayed in at the hotel and in the elevator.
When we got to the room, it was clear the silence would have to break somehow. So Salma took charge again. "So that sucked," she stated, and I still kept quiet, not wanting to go further with that last word.
"Look, I know you're boiling. I'm one to talk too," Salma said, which I took at a compliment. "I thought cumming for each other the first time would be extra hot over there. Different with an actual audience, though." I nodded my agreement, ignoring the actual thought of having an audience like that.
"Well, what's another few minutes, right?" I dared to speak and hope. "If anything....now I'm not worried about ending it so soon. Awkward silence and losing my erection can work out after all," I went a little too far. Yet it still made Salma smile.
"You say that now," she joked/teased, now looking almost as cute as she was sexy. It certainly started to solve my erection problem. Before it was solved too much, I turned around and went to lock the front door.
"No one else should come in to prove me wrong now," I predicted. Encouraged, I turned around and asked Salma, "You said you could build it up more in here anyway. Was that wrong too?"
Salma turned to face me, smiled and answered, "Only one person here who can answer that. If he's up for it."
I almost rolled my eyes, but I kept them still as Salma walked over to me. I did glance down when I saw the delectable way her delectable hips were swaying, then went down further to note she still had her heels on. She did pause to step out of them halfway through, although they didn't make her legs less long and eye popping.
My back was against the door, so I thought that I should move. After all, we'd be more likely to get overheard again over here. But perhaps Salma was still into that, despite how it backfired before. Then again, I did lock the door and could block anyone from coming in.
