Jeeezzz! It was hot!
I sat in my car reading and suffering from the heat. My wife was in an air-conditioned apartment of the Marriott Residence visiting her sister who was having cancer treatments at Carolina's premier cancer facility in tri-city area of Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill.
After a three-hour drive, I was two hours into a four hour ordeal. I could have drove down to a local fast food joint or even to a car wash I had noticed a few blocks away, but I figured what the hell! The book was good.
Whenever I heard or saw movement I glanced up to scan the area. One instance, I noticed a young Hispanic girl opening the ground floor apartment directly in front of my car. She stared at me and I stared back. She had a ponytail, was slim in appearance and pretty enough.
She knocked and called out. Apparently getting no response she entered the apartment. After about 15 minutes, she came out of the apartment walked around bushes and passed by my open window smiling warmly.
"Hello! How are you today?" I greeted her.
"I am very well! Thank you." She replied back.
I watched her in the side-view mirror as she walked to wherever. She wore dark blue pants and a white cotton shirt. I noted that her breasts were not overly large but her small bubble ass made her pants fit nicely. Her walk did not cause me to lift my eyebrows. Again, she was pretty enough.
After a bit, I happened to glance up to see her in the rearview mirror heading back my way. I watched her walk, in the side-view, approximately 30 to 40 yards and it appeared she was going to walk along side my car again.
"You must be waiting for someone?" She asked, stopping by the open window.
"Yes my wife is upstairs visiting her sick sister." I replied.
"Why are you not up there? It is blazing hot out here!" She inquired.
"Well, I would like to be. Very much! But she is not exactly decent enough for male visitors. It will only be two more hours. I can make it."
It should be noted here that my wife's sister is Kate/Katie, the same one I have written about previously in this story "my sister-in-law, Katie". I wanted desperately to be upstairs visiting with her and wishing her a quick recovery.
I studied the young lady I figured was in her late 20s and saw a bit of hesitancy in her manner.
"You work to here, I suppose? Cleaning the apartments?" I queried.
"Yes."
"But it's Sunday. Are you married? Have children? Shouldn't you be home enjoying the afternoon?" I proposed.
"I do! Husband and children." She answered. "Two. But my husband is out of work and Sundays pay double-timeand we need the money."
"That is very unfortunate." I said. "But one must do what is necessary, I guess."
"I am Angelina." She said, offering her hand to me.
"I'm Press. Good to meet you, Angelina." I replied, taking her hand lightly.
Again, I noticed her hesitancy to continue about her job.
"Press, since we know each other so well, would you be interested in a little Catnip this afternoon. It will not take long and the apartment there," she said, nodding towards the apartment she had been working in. "is very cool. Anything you could afford to give would be fine. Just normal stuff!"
I have to admit I was totally dumbfounded being propositioned by this pretty little, petite Hispanic girl with a ponytail.
"Do you do this sort of thing often?" I asked.
"Occasionally." She answered, obviously embarrassed. "But I'm very careful and very clean. I make them all use condom."
"Angelina, I am one of those few who hate condoms." I offered, hoping it would prompt her to leave.
"But I could become pregnant!" She offered back.
"Not with me." I replied, actually surprising myself that I had offered to continue this lunacy.
The little lady stared at the ground pondering my latest confession.
"You are not that old." She refreshed the conversation. "My husband is much older than me and he has no problem! Surely you can get it up. Or, maybe you could be content just watching me!"
"I assure you, I get it up fine." I shot back. "I meant I have been snipped. That why I can't get you pregnant.
"OH!" Her face brightened up and she seemed to be in thought. "I suppose I could make an exception for you."
"Well, tell me something Angelina. Do you like to fuck?" I quizzed, making sure there was no mistake about what was being offered and trying to embarrass her into backing down.
"Yes!" She answered with a shy smile.
I looked at my watch and looked at the apartment upstairs where my wife and sister-in-law would be while I fucked this little gal in the apartment beneath them. I had to weigh the possibility that my wife might come down for some reason. That thought was weighted against the stiffness of my cock pushing against my pants.
I looked at my watch and opened the door of the car. I followed Angelina into the apartment, scanning the area for anyone who might see. Inside the apartment, I fumbled with my wallet and came up with eight 20s. My credit card could cover lunch on the way home. I handed the money to Angelina with a smile. To her credit she did not count it.
I followed her to the bedroom and she began to strip. I followed her example while studying her intently as she disrobed.
Her tits were perky with small dark nipples. I was pleased to see her mound covered with a lavish black bush, matching her hair.
Standing naked before her, I noticed her eyes studying my erection.
My erection was still a bit less than rock hard. Sad to say, the last couple of years my cock never reaches total hardness until a minute or two of foreplay or fucking.
