The "Despacito" ringtone went off on my phone. It was Flor's favorite song, and she told me to use it as my ringtone for her. That way I knew to make sure no one saw what I had texted her.
She had come to New Mexico from El Salvador on a visa, then stayed. She couldn't go back to the violence. As a single woman, it was too dangerous. She wanted to build a better life for herself here in the U.S. As a faculty member at a small university in New Mexico, dating was tough. The single crowd consisted mostly of students. When Maria introduced me to Flor, I was taken. Her smile was infectious, her bright red lipstick beautiful and mesmerizing. She had amazing curves, and she enjoyed showing off her cleavage. We had met for lunch and hit it off. Maria left us to ourselves, and we talked all afternoon. From that point on, we couldn't get enough of each other. Flor rented a small apartment and found work waitressing in one of the local restaurants. I would go for lunch just to see her for a few minutes. We had recently started talking about moving in together, but hadn't made it formal.
I was alone in my office on the second floor of the social sciences building finishing up grading of student papers. The weather was warming with the end of winter and the coming of spring. I had recently installed a new hot tub on my back porch. I had purchased a house on the edge of town that backed up to a forest, giving me a very private back yard. With some work, it was becoming home, and Flor had helped, giving it the feminine touch it needed. But we both wanted to enjoy the hot tub, and Flor needed a new bathing suit. She was spending the morning shopping for one that she liked, and she wanted my opinion. The text was a selfie in a demure red one-piece that I thought was very flattering.
"Me gustan, mi amore." I replied. She was helping me learn Spanish, and she felt loved when I put forth the effort. "Necesita deniro?"
"No, My Love, I have what I need." Flor replied. She loved it when I took care of her, but she was an independent-minded woman.
The next picture was a very tight black one-piece that showed a lot of cleavage.
"OMG, I love that one!! Please get it!" I was having a hard time focusing on the grading with Flor sending me pictures like this.
"Perhaps." Flor loved to tease me. She continued trying on swimsuits, sending me pictures in several one-pieces and a few bikinis. All were flattering, and I wanted to peel them off of her and shove my cock into her pussy. Grading was getting nowhere, so I packed up and headed home.
I fired up the grill and started working on dinner, knowing that Flor would be by soon. It was a Thursday, and I didn't have classes the next day. I love the professor life. I have a great schedule, can work independently when I want to, and occasionally the scenery in class is not that bad. But tonight I was focused on one woman. When Flor walked in the front door, she was wearing four-inch black strappy heels, jeans that were painted onto her amazing curves, and a tank-top that was a size too small showing cleavage that begged for my mouth. She loved to dress up for me, put on her bright lipstick and pretty makeup and let me show off my gorgeous Latina woman. She got a beer for me from the fridge, chose a Topo Chico for herself, and sat outside next to me while I cooked.
"How was your day, Dr. Richards?" Her words could well have been Russian. It was her body language that had my attention. I wanted to dive into her and fuck her silly on the lawn chair, but we had all weekend. And I wanted to enjoy the scenery a little longer.
We chatted a bit, sipped our drinks, and watched dinner. I was grilling some steaks and asparagus...Flor had me trying to be more healthy. Dinner was good, and we enjoyed the cool evening out on the porch. After the dishes were put away, we sat together outside and read our books, both enjoying the peaceful evening and the sunset. As darkness fell, we listened to the owls, saw a couple of shooting stars, and generally enjoyed the night. Until apparently Flor had had enough peace and quiet.
She stood, and I thought she was going to go inside, but she straddled me, pinning me to the lawn chair, and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, enjoying the softness of her lips and the firmness of her breasts. My hands explored her ass and her breasts. I was trying to get her top off of her when she stood up and went inside. Over her shoulder, she informed me that she was going to change into her new bathing suit. I wanted to watch her change, but I also knew she loved seeing the look on my face when she surprised me. So I undressed and climbed into the hot tub to wait for her.
