She reached down and pulled the hoodie over her head. He could see her thin outline against in the candle light. Her bulky clothing concealed her slight body frame. She was maybe five and a half feet tall. She was skinny, like she needed to mix in a few more meals skinny. As she dropped the hoodie on the floor her long, thick, curly hair fell back down to her shoulders. She reached to her waist and shed her sweat pants, dropping them next to the hoodie. She stepped out of her shoes and in one swift motion was under the blanket next to him. A wave of sandal wood fragrance came with her. It was intoxicating. Chris felt her nose rub against his. Then their lips met. It was a soft kiss that lasted a minute, but it felt longer. Her lips were soft and she tasted almost sweet. He was spellbound, it was a magical fantasy.
Her hands felt around and opened his robe. He felt them across his chest. They worked their way around him, pulling him closer. Chris surrendered; he was powerless to resist her. His lips sought hers. This time their kiss was more passionate, more forceful, and more lustful. Soon he felt her nakedness against him. She was partially on top of him. He fully embraced her. He caressed her side with his right hand, but it gravitated to her chest. She giggled slightly when he found the pert nipple on her left A cup.
Chris felt her hands exploring him as well. At six feet he was taller than her, and his lean build from years of swimming and running gave him the muscular physic that some women enjoyed. This mysterious stranger was no different. He felt her hand caress his chest, pausing to tease his right nipple. This gave him goose bumps. "Mmmm..." she purred as her hand affectionately admired his swimmer's pectoral muscles. She kissed him again. Chris moved his left hand up. He discovered that her thick hair felt like silk. He expected it to be thick and coarse, but it was far from that. It also held the exotic smell of sandalwood. He softly rubbed her scalp with his fingertips. She continued purring. His right hand moved down to her mid back and pulled her more on top of him, her long hair fell to cover both sides of his face.
She began kissing his checks and neck, moving downward. Chris relished every time she kissed him. Her soft hair caused a tingling sensation on his skin. She descended under the blanket. Soon she was teasing both of his nipples with her tongue and playful bites. Chris thought that two will play this game, but he would be patient. Her lips planted kisses on abs that took hours in the gym make flat. In fact, they tickled. He tried to shun away from them. This only encouraged her. She kept at him with her mouth followed by her fingernails on his sides. This embarrassed him and he reached his hands down to run interference. He was able to grab her hands, but not her mouth. He shifted his hips trying to prevent her from making contact with this stomach area. His cunning guest changed her target. Chris inhaled deeply when he felt the sensation of her warm breath and mouth on his cock.
He released her hands and mimicked her purring. Her warm tongue worked on his shaft and head. She took him into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down a few times. Chris could see the blanket move up and down with her every motion. Her hands started paying closer attention to his cock. While one rubbed his balls the other followed her mouth as it worked up and down on this cock. This felt amazing. It was getting hot under the blanket. The night was cool, but not cold and their passionate foreplay had dispelled any need for under blanket coziness. Chris pulled off the blanket fully exposing his beautiful stranger with a mouthful of his hardness. He did not want this to end, but his gentlemanly guilt was kicking in.
He affectionately stroked her cheeks, and then playfully tugged on her shoulders to move up. She sat up on him, her pelvis resting on him just beyond the reach of his cock. He could feel her warm wetness on his skin. He kept prompting her to move up. He cupped his hands on her ass and moved her up to his chin. Her lips had tasted so good when they kissed and she smelled so exotic, he wanted to taste her juices. And he was not disappointed. With her knees on both sides of his head she lowered her womanhood to his mouth. He relished this, moving his face closer; he exhaled deeply, sending a wave of warmth onto her already wet pussy. His tongue circled her lips, pausing slightly at her clit. She moaned softy, arching her back with her hands on his knees. Chris continued pleasing her, diligently feeding off of her moaning. He could feel her torso moving, she was reaching for something. Chris was unable to see what it was. Soon her juices tasted of something familiar. She was dripping the port from his glass onto herself. This spurred him on with more vigor. He could feel her weight shift and looking up; he saw her finish off the port and return the glass to the table. She then put her hand back on his knees, pushing her sweet pussy closer to his face. It did not take long. Deep sighs and a long moan announced her orgasm. Chris then kissed her inner thighs, proud to have made her so vocal. She backed up and straddled his waist.
Reaching down she grabbed his cock with one hand and rubbed his muscular torso with her other. He could see her smiling. In fact now Chris could now fully see her. The light from the still burning candle illuminated her in a soft glow. He studied her thin arms and fingers as they pleasured him. She was not curvaceous. As he noticed earlier, she was pretty svelte. Maybe too much so, he could see the outline of her ribs when she moved a certain way. He looked upward to her eyes. In the low light they looked brown. Her smile again distracted him, white teeth and model like lips caught his attention. She was smiling as she raised herself up, rubbing the head of his now rock hard cock on her wet pussy lips. She guided it into her and slid downward. Ecstasy! He filled her up as she let out a soft moan taking him in fully.
Chris felt powerless to resist her slow, sensual movements. She was in charge. She moved up and down his cock with every gyration of her body. Leaning forward she kissed him between his groans. He sucked her fingers after she reached down and rubbed herself. Her sandalwood scent and her love juices intoxicated him. He wanted to take control; he had the urge to take her from behind, to pull that thick beautiful hair while plunging his cock deep inside her. He moved to sit up, but his beautiful stranger stopped him. A silent sided to side wave of her finger told him no. She wanted him prone, down, under control. Leaning down she kissed him, rubbed her finger over his lips, and commanded him with a soft "sshhhh". He felt powerless to protest.
She sifted her position. She was still on top, but with her back to him, in a reverse cowboy. She mounted him again and her soft gyrations pleased both his eyes and his cock. Her backside was something to behold. Chris noticed a very large tattoo on her back. Having only seen her front, her full back tattoo was a surprise. He had seen no other ink on her. But her back was covered in what looked to be a big, beautifully drawn figure commonly seen in the Hispanic world: the Virgin of Guadalupe. With her bent over he could only assume that is what it was since he could only see parts of it. The artist did a great job on bottom of the robe and lines that bordered the image. He had to admit it was a turn on.
He was outside on his back porch being made love to by a beautiful, mysterious stranger. Her rhythm increased. She arched her back; he felt her hands on his knees again. He watched her ass rock as she rode him. She would arch her back and roll her hips in a manner he had never experienced before. He felt her pussy squeeze down on his cock, they were both building.
Chris watched her throw her head back as she descended down on his shaft. The thick, dark hair covered the top part of her back. Like an ocean wave on the beach, her hair uncovered her back as her head leaned forward again. Chris refocused on the tattoo on her back. When she arched her body forward he could only see the middle to lower part, when she moved upright he could see it all. There was something odd, something not quite right about the top portion.
Maybe it was not finished? She moved again, he moaned in pleasure. She went upright again; her heavy breathing and groaning grew louder. Chris looked again; his interest peaked. This time the image was clearer. However, it was not the smooth cheeks and iconic face of the Virgin. Instead it was a skull.
Chris blinked to make sure he was seeing it correctly. He was seeing it correctly, her face was a skull and her hands were also skeletal. A shock went through his gut when he figured out it that her large tattoo was not of the pious and good Virgin of Guadalupe, but the evil Santa Muerte.
She shifted forward again and bore down on him with her pelvis thrusts.
