What do you get a woman who's financially set for any holiday, much less Valentine's Day? Lexi was not one to buy into the commercialism of the holiday. But, under that sometimes bitchy exterior was a hopeless romantic. Lexi had let me see that side of her more than once.
So it was a surprise to me when I found out we were not spending Valentine's weekend together. Were we not lovers? My gag gift of edible panties and other body desserts would have to wait. It was just as well. It had been an awkward two weeks since we had last tasted each other's bodies.
I wasn't sure how to break the wall that seemed to be building between us. All because I had dropped my guard and suggested we become exclusive to each other.
"I'm meeting a client out of town but, I'm not leaving you stranded," said Lexi. "Hope you don't mind."
"Stranded?" I asked.
"Think of it as a gift, she'll call you." winked Lexi.
This was cryptic, to say the least. Since I moved into the guest house, I learned not to ask questions I didn't want the answers to.
Lexi waved to me as she pulled her '68 Jaguar E-Type convertible out of the driveway. Sleek with a custom elongated body encased in pristine ruby red paint, it was everything you expected from Lexi. Classic, sexy, temperamental and with a tight trunk you had to force things into — to make it fit.
It was the car she used to take clients out to see premiere properties up and down the coast. Wives moving to the west coast, after seeing Lexi and the car would often insist their husbands find a new realtor. It was as if Lexi had "Other Woman" painted on her forehead.
It wasn't long before I found out what Lexi was talking about. Our neighbor called to see when I could come over. She was starting a new online boutique and needed help with written content for the website. The project was extensive and promised a four-figure payday.
It wasn't the most exciting way to spend the weekend but, it wouldn't hurt to make a little bank between writing gigs. Vanity Fair and Esquire magazine were not exactly beating a path to my door.
Have laptop, will travel. I drove next door because no one walks in California. I buzzed in through the gate and pulled into the driveway of an opulent but, otherwise nondescript house. The voice on the intercom told me to come upstairs — the front door was open.
As I cleared the top of the spiral staircase, I was in the presence of a raven haired beauty. She was a bona fide MILF like Lexi, maybe a few years younger.
"Hello neighbor, can I get you a drink?" asked my hostess.
I must have been standing there slack jawed for a while since she stood up and walked over to the bar and poured me a glass. I was slack jawed because my hostess was essentially nude.
"Sangria?" she inquired, "before extending the glass."
"I'm Andrew," I stammered.
"I know, Andrew. Your reputation precedes you. Lexi speaks very highly of you. I'm Salma. Like Salma Hayek. I'm not her but, I am Mexican."
Salma may not have been "the" Salma but, she boasted some of the same features.
"Why don't you put down your bag and we can talk."
I sat down opposite of her as she went back to her original perch. Salma flipped her long black hair over so it cascaded over her right shoulder. It exposed the left side of her neck and diamond drop earrings.
She was a striking woman lying on an oversized white leather ottoman. She was unapologetic about her attire and seemed to like the fact that I was giving her the once over.
"You should take a picture, Andrew," smiled Salma, "it would last longer."
I was taking a picture. My subconscious was recording every single detail of Salma in my masturbation memory bank. Years later I would still be able to recompile the image that lay before me.
Salma was a doe-eyed beauty with olive skin. She lay on her stomach facing me. Her ample breasts created cleavage that swallowed the diamond drop pendant around her neck. As she traced her neck and reached down to grab her breast I was privy to the lingerie that accented her body.
Black ribbons of silk framed her exposed breasts and united in a strap that disappeared beneath her. She had breasts that, unfortunately for her, would invite unwanted cat-calls in public. The kind of cat-calls that would include references like, "Nice rack!" or "Show us your tits." Salma did have a spectacular set of "tits."
Over her shoulder, I could see the delicious whale tail of black panties with ribbons that met in the center of the small of her back. Her legs were spread wide and bent at the knee as if she was a girl propping herself in front of a TV. Her ankles were crossed and she wore what were unmistakably some of the sexiest fuck-me-pumps a gay man had ever designed. You know these things when you have a fetish for women in high heels.
Her Christian Louboutin fuck-me-pumps were accented by silver cobras that snaked down the stiletto heel.
"You like those don't you," smiled Salma, "I had the embellishments made custom. Men seem to especially gravitate to them because it reminds them, of hands on their cock."
"I'm sorry Salma," I blurted out, "I thought you were hiring me to work on some copywriting. Did Lexi set this up?"
"Oh my god. Please, Andrew, I don't need Lexi's help to attract men," replied Salma. "I thought we could play before work. All work and no play make Andrew a dull boy."
I excused myself, using the need for a bio break as the reason. Salma rolled her eyes and let me know where to find the bathroom.
"Hurry back lover boy, " she yelled at me while I was dialing Lexi.
Lexi was laughing as she answered the phone, "Isn't she a hoot? Are you having fun?"
I told Lexi I was definitely not having fun and I wasn't her property to sell or swap as she pleased.
"Oh my god, Andrew. You're going to have an aneurysm. Calm down," said Lexi, "Are you about to have sex with Salma?"
"No, I most definitely am not," I whispered back.
"Sweetie, that's too bad because that's what is happening to me right now." Lexi replied, "You should go do the same... Oh, fuck that's a big cock."
Her voice trailed off and I hung up the phone. She was definitely getting fucked by somebody else. Somebody that wasn't me. I had no right to be angry but, I was.
Later on, Lexi would explain to me that she was creating space. I had become too clingy. The one thing men accused women of doing, I was doing to her. I should have left it alone. I had become one of those people who worried about what they didn't have instead of someone who appreciated what they already had.
Between the anger, adrenaline and the testosterone coursing through me, I was ready to give Salma what she wanted.
I returned to the living room. Salma had put on some music and was writhing to it on her leather ottoman. She did look incredibly sexy. Salma removed her index finger from her mouth and with the glossiest of cock sucking lips told me she was tired of waiting.
"I want to be your nasty, cum guzzling, slutty fuck toy." said Salma, "You want to put your cock in this slutty little mouth?"
My jeans were unbuttoned and I ripped them off as I walked towards Salma. She got on the floor and crawled towards me.
"I want to suck a big fucking dirty dick like yours." said Salma as she licked her iridescent pink lips, "I want to get nasty."
Salma was now sitting on her knees ready to worship my cock. She threw her head back and grabbed the spiked heels of her Louboutins with her hands.
"Come on Andrew, give me that cock all the way down my nasty throat. I'm a perfect little fucking whore for you."
Obviously, Lexi had clued in Salma about my weakness. A pair of fuck-me pumps and dirty talk were guaranteed to get me in trouble.
I didn't even have time to pull off the boxer briefs before Salma's lipsticked mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. It made a popping sound as she pulled it out of her throat. Salma slobbered under the head and sucked the underside of my shaft with her lips.
"Aye Papi!" said Salma, "Don't you love it? Your own personal fucking whore. I'm gonna choke on this fat fucking cock."
Freed from the boxer briefs, Salma deep throated my cock. Not all at once but, in short spurts. She continued to let me enjoy that pressure until her gag reflex kicked in. She pulled her head off my shaft. Saliva was dripping from my cock and Salma's mouth onto her tits. I made a mental note to sample those as well.
Brown and free of tan lines, her breasts were soft, supple but definitely enhanced. Compared to Lexi, Salma had the tits of a pornstar. Right now they were heaving and covered in slobber as Salma egged me on. She was still on her knees. Grabbing the stiletto heels of her fuck-me-pumps, she invited me to fuck her face.
"Oh god. Salma. Lexi would never let me do this." I blurted out as my cock slid in deep until it hit the back of Salma's mouth. Salma pushed down harder to get the full length down her throat. Salma allowed my to repeatedly pump her mouth. My cock slipped between her pout and against her tongue until the pink lipstick had been worn off her lips.
Without breaking eye contact. She backed off my cock applying full pressure with her lips before kissing the head as it came out of her mouth. It was slow and deliberate. The longer it took for her to expel my cock, the harder it got. Salma placed my hand on the back of her head and I reflexively pulled her hair back into a pony-tail. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Salma. "You know you want to."
I smacked the tip of my cock on her tongue as Salma closed her lips around the head. She swirled her tongue around my cock as she allowed me to slowly sink it all the way in. Pulling and pushing her across my shaft repeatedly, forcefully but not violently almost in slow motion made me forget all about Lexi.
I pulled Salma up until she was standing, spun her around and let her straddle my shaft, letting it tickle her clitoris. It was heavenly.
This unbridled sex with a stranger was something foreign to me ever since Lexi took me in. Even if she wasn't being exclusive to me, I was being exclusive to her. Only my other steady girlfriend, Rosy Palm, ever got in the way of Lexi and me.
It was time, I backed up and grabbed Salma's panties and yanked them to her knees.
"I'm so wet. Metémela. Put it in me. Put it in me." begged Salma.
She was knock-kneed with anticipation as I penetrated her for the first time.
