The Case of the Leggy Latina

When my sister got married, I spent a week in Tampa and got to see some family members whom I had not seen in years. When my sister left for her honeymoon, the rest of the family went home to various cities, but I decided to stay in town for the weekend.

I had lunch on Saturday with an ex-girlfriend, who, without any warning, surprised me by bringing along her husband. We still had a nice time catching up. There were two Hispanic women in the restaurant, and it gave me the idea to find somebody to spend the night with me.

I drove to Ybor City, parked my car and just strolled bar to bar for about an hour. I was ready to give up when I saw a yellow cab parked near my car. It looked like the driver was on a break.

Leaning into the car, I threw all caution to the wind; I was feeling a little desperate.

"Excuse me, man, can you tell me where I can find a girl around here?" I asked.

The question didn't seem to surprise him a bit.

"Most of the girls you might want don't work days; it's too hot. They come out at night or stay in bars; it's easier to find somebody that way," he answered.

"Okay, thanks anyway," I said, and I started to walk away.

"Wait a minute!" He yelled.

I went back to the cab window.

"My cousin, Selena, might go with you. She goes to the University of South Florida and she always needs money for books and shit."

"How old is she and what does she look like?"

"She's 22, and here, I'll show you her photo."

He brought up a photo on his cell phone of a pretty Hispanic girl with dark hair and a beautiful smile.

"How do I know that she really looks like that? The photo looks old," I said.

"Here, lemme face time her and you can see for yourself and talk to her."

He handed me his phone as it was ringing, and when Selena answered, she looked exactly like the photo. I introduced myself, then I told her I was looking for a date for the night.

"What kind of date?" She asked.

"You know, have dinner, some drinks and see what happens. I'm real generous."

There was silence on the line for a minute but I could see the recognition in her face before she answered.

"Tell me exactly what you want," she asked, very confidently.

I turned and stepped away with my back to the cab.

"Nothing dangerous," I said cautiously. "Maybe you could just sit on my face and give me a hand job? Would that be okay?"

Her beautiful smile was encouraging and a relief.

"If that's all you need, you can just treat me to dinner at Ilele, my favorite restaurant, and it's not far from Ybor City."

"Great! How do we get together?"

"I'll meet you at Ilele at 6:30, and I'll wait outside in their patio."

"I'll be there and I'll be wearing a light blue blazer over dark blue pants."

"Before you go, will you cashapp me $50?"

"Sure, but why?" I asked.

"In case you don't show up, I'll have money to buy myself dinner."

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

I sent her the money. I know it was almost like a blind date for both of us, but if the rest of her looked like her face, I could hardly wait to be with her and maybe even convince her to try some other activities. I called the restaurant and made reservations for us.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I went to the patio and spotted her immediately. She stood up and hugged me as though we were old friends. Then she stepped back so I could look at her.

"If you don't want to do the sex stuff, I understand, but would you at least have dinner with me?" She asked shyly.

I could understand why she was so shy and unconfident. In contrast to her tanned skin and dark hair, the pale yellow blouse she wore brought out her beautiful facial features even more. She was "busty", which I had presumed she would be because she was Hispanic, but from the hips down she was larger than I expected.

"You were kind enough to agree to have sex with me practically sight unseen, and I wouldn't be any kind of a gentleman if I didn't show my appreciation. Let's have dinner and get acquainted."

She beamed a beautiful smile and took my hand as we walked into the restaurant.

Her tan slacks hugged legs that looked muscular. Her thighs rubbed together as she walked, and her ass was big but looked very tight as I followed her.

She had the Ilele salad and McKay Crab Cakes. I had the Water Works Wedge and Steelhead trout. The food was delicious and our conversation was wonderful. When she told me about her goal to be a chemical engineer, her eyes sparked with enthusiasm.

I really liked this girl. She was sweet and smart. When we finished the meal, I brought out the elephant in the room.

"I have a room at the Hilton Garden Inn, Selena. Will you let me take you there if I drive you back?"

"You still want me to do that thing for you?" She asked, her eyes wide, almost with disbelief.

"Just thinking about it is making me hard."

"But I'm so big, I might smother you."

"The idea of that just makes me harder."

On the way to my hotel, she became curious.

"Why do you want a girl to sit on your face?" She asked softly.

"It's something I've grown to like and need now and then."

"But doing that and just using my hand is enough for you?"

"It will be tonight."

She shook her head in disbelief.

"I have had sex with many men, mostly boys, and they usually just want to go between my boobs."

"I can understand that, Selena, you've got beautiful breasts."

"So just using my hand is okay?"

"What excites me, Selena, is having a girl or woman in charge, like she only does what she wants. It's sort of like being punished, like not being allowed to do other stuff."

I was worried that she wouldn't understand, but she did. She put her hand on my crotch and began rubbing my cock through my pants.

"I'm going to really smother you, Mr. Will, and make you suffer for a long time."

"You'd better stop talking like that and rubbing me like that or we won't need to go to my room," I said, breathing a little hard.

Once we were in the hotel room, I did not regret asking her to come with me. She seemed to sense what would work. I was naked and waiting on the bed while she slowly undressed for me.

Her breasts were massive, I suppose double D but they weren't saggy. She didn't have a flabby stomach, and her pubic hair was shaved in a perfect "S". She stood by the end of the bed.

"Lie down here with your head hanging over the edge of the bed," she said.

My cock was practically at full mast. She wasn't fat, she was just large. Her thighs were thick but her legs were well proportioned. When I was in position, she spread her legs just enough to straddle my head.

She must have put some sort of powder or perfume on her thighs because as they cupped my face, I smelled a sweet feminine scent that aroused me even more.

She leaned against the bed and although her wet pussy found my mouth, I was literally encased in her legs with my nose wedged deep in her big soft ass. She gently took my cock in her hand and stroked it slowly as I struggled to use my tongue.

The weight on my face was more than I've ever felt and I actually thought I would smother under her. She could feel me struggling, and she finally spread her legs, allowing me to catch my breath.

Her fingertips teased the tip of my cock while she waited for me to recover and then she smothered me again. The taste of her pussy was enough to make me want to come, but her hand was teasing me, stroking so slowly that I knew it would take a long time to come.

She released me, smothered me, released me and smothered me over and over until I was on the edge. I made the mistake, during one of my breathing opportunities, of telling her that I was close to coming.

When she recaptured my face one last time, her fist pounded up and down my shaft. She squeezed her legs together and squeezed my face in her ass. I ran out of breath but she did not release me.

I kept thinking that she would get up and let me breathe at least one more time, but she didn't. I sensed blackness overtaking my vision, and as my cum oozed out and covered her fingers, I passed out.

When I came to, she was sitting on the bed next to me, fully dressed. She had wiped all the cum off of my body while I was out.

I looked at her and smiled, grateful that I didn't die, although I was feeling euphoria during the last minute.

"That was amazing, Selena, thank you."

"You scared me; I thought you died."

"No, I was scared because you didn't get up when I thought you would, or should."

"I'm sorry; I did that on purpose, to excite you so you could come."

"It worked. It was amazing."

"Will you take me back to my car now? I have a family obligation tonight; a birthday party to attend."

"Of course, let me get dressed."

We exchanged phone numbers and I promised her that the next time I visited in Tampa I would call her. And I will.