Tomas has been surprised when the little Asian flower had addressed him in Spanish.
"I am Diwata. Most call me Di. Hello? You want haircut?"
She looked every bit a small, Asian Hispanic girl. Tanned skin, long black hair, brown eyes, but not the Native American mix he had come to know. She was very much Asian. He held her small hand out to shake with his, and began to blush as he stared down at her dumbfounded. Di
"I'm Tomas. Your learned Spanish living here in New Mexico?"
She giggled. "I have always known Spanish. We speak it in the Philippines, where I am from."
She spoke it so well he was having trouble keeping up. "English is my native language," he admitted. "You speak English?"
"Not so much," she replied in English. "But I am learning."
So Spanish became their conversational tongue, where he had to struggle to understand her dialect, and she his poor Spanish.
"You are white then, not ... um, how you say? Hispanic?"
"No, I am Hispanic. We just don't all speak Spanish anymore. My family have been here since New Spain."
"Ah, yes, the Spanish Empire conquered both these our lands."
He was distracted as he sat down for his haircut, and as she worked so close to him. She wore only a small, loose white tank-top with no bra, and leaning over all innocent, he could almost see her nipples. Small, young breasts, and her hair smelled like soap. With it, small, tight shorts that seemed almost see-thru, and barely covered the bottom of her ass-cheeks. She had a nice round ass, though small along with her frame. She had matching white wedged high-heels, open-toed to reveal dainty feet and painted toenails. Long, slender legs and delicate hands, she was the very essence of femininity. He began imagining fucking, such a small creature at his mercy, trembling from the orgasms he could give her.
His dick began getting hard and sliding along his jeans, and would be noticeable soon. He didn't mind if she noticed, and wasn't shy. And they were the only ones in the barber shop at the moment. A lazy Tuesday afternoon, his day off from work.
"You have a boyfriend?" he asked.
"Why you ask? You want to date me? No girlfriend? I have no boyfriend, I just come here to America."
Lucky him, he thought. "I'm not sure dating is what I had in mind. I have no girlfriend. But I'd love to show you the city and places around here. You like to hike?"
She smiled. "Yes, I would like that. But isn't that a date?"
He looked down at his pants, and then her eyes looked down at what he was looking at, and then went wide. She blushed at once.
"Ah, you horny for me," she whispered. "You like me?"
"Oh yeah," he said. Then he gently took her free hand and placed it on the swell of his cock beneath his pants.
Despite blushing fiercely, she did not withdraw her hand, but seemed curious and began to feel.
"It too big for me!" she said.
"I can make it fit. What are you doing tonight, Di?"
And he got a date with his barber.
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Tomas arrived early on purpose. He had a good feeling about Diwata that she would let him use her any way he wanted. He never pushed himself on a woman. He never had to. But each was very different, and had different needs. Diwata was inexperienced, but coming into her own. A young woman, maybe late teens or early 20's. Horny, curious, and probably thought a blond-haired, blue-eyed Latino like himself was exotic in her culture.
She lived in the War Zone of Albuquerque along with many Asians, Trumbull and Louisiana area. Her apartment was poor and run down, as he had expected. He used to live in the ghetto until college and career got him out of it.
Dressed casual with jeans, dress shoes, and black button shirt, and holding roses, he ran the bell and waited.
Di cracked open the door a moment later, and as he had hoped, was just barely getting out of the shower. Still wet and dripping.
"You early!" she protested. "Not ready yet."
"It's alright. I can wait for you inside."
She stared at him, only one eye visible, and then another, and then she unchained the door and let him in.
"I no have towel. No clothes on yet. You wait..."
"Can I see you naked?" he asked, as if that was a perfectly normal request.
She turned red, and seemed to have lost the ability to speak. Asians were so modest it seemed. He took out his wallet and showed her his FBI badge.
"I actually work for the FBI. Do you know what that is?"
Her eyes went even wider, and her mouth gaped.
"You cop? Am I in trouble?"
"No, of course not. I just want to make you my girlfriend. I think you are very beautiful. And I do not lie. I want to see you naked, if that is alright. And make love to you, when you are ready."
But he knew she would be intimidated now by his power. What woman wasn't?
She opened the door wide and let him in, and see her naked. She looked afraid and shamed, and yet so compliant. Some people and cultures had a natural inclination to respect authority, and he was abusing that without apology. She stood tall and rigid.
But she was so cute and adorable without clothes, and his cock swelled with desire for her at once. Small but perky tits, a small but round ass, long legs and small feet. She had long black hair and big, Asian eyes alit with wonder, desire, and fear of him. Her stomach was flat, and skin dark and smooth.
He handed her the roses, and she took them, softening a little.
"So, this really a date?"
"No. I just wanted to come over and have sex. And then take you out to eat."
"But, that is wrong!"
"Why? Are not not attracted to me?"
"No, no, I think you very attractive," she blushed.
He looked around. A messy place.
"I have roommates, they very messy. Let me get dressed."
"But I like you naked. You are very beautiful. Very sexy."
She retreated to her bedroom, and he followed. "No, no, wait outside."
But he came in anyway, embraced her, and kissed her mouth. It was as far as he dared go unless he received clear signals to continue. His mouth engulfed hers, tasting the sweetness of her, and their tongues flicked at each other.
She kissed him back with closed eyes, pressing her naked body against him. Then she pushed away, falling backward on her bed and sitting down.
He fell to his knees, pushed her on her back, spread her legs, and then went down on her. Her smoothly shaved pussy was amazing. A small cleft, and when her pussy lips were spread, an inviting pink flower that was enticing beyond his imagination.
She tried to push his head away, but he persisted, and licked and sucked away, finding her clitoris and going to town. Her gasps and moans came quickly, stifled by a pillow she had grabbed to put over her face.
The smooth skin of her thighs, her ass hanging partially over the bed, her tiny little anus, all made him rigidly and painfully hard for her. But he took his time, and figured out her rhythm, his tongue dancing and playing over her opening.
"You bad man!" she shrieked. "Very bad!"
"Yes I am," he admitted. "Did you want me to stop?"
