Juan Pablo paused in his kitchen to look out into the street where a short procession was passing. He always enjoyed watching the Quinceanera festivities, it reminded him of when he was young, how he wanted to act so grown up. Now, outside the young boys... young men wore their finest suits while their girlfriends wore fancy gowns, some wearing makeup for the first time. And then there was the one girl wearing the white bridal gown, just turning fifteen, the center of attention as they walked from church to the dance.
Juan had no daughters but watching this Quinceanera he thought of Maria's, the daughter of his housekeeper. Yes, it was just three years ago Maria wore the white gown in the finest celebration the town had ever seen. Juan was happy to have financed the affair for Christina, his devoted housekeeper and her daughter. Even if Christina's husband had not left her those years ago, they'd never been able to afford anything like the celebration Juan provided.
And now, as Juan watched the procession move past his house and on up the street he was about to realize the return on his grand investment. It was just over three years ago that Juan stood in as Maria's father and danced with her. Even then, with her beautiful face and budding body he had to force himself to remain in control, reminding himself with each step of the dance that at that moment he was her father. Of course now that she turned eighteen, "Quinceanera y tres," Juan whispered, things were very different.
He moved over to the door into the housekeeper's quarters and gently knocked. Taking a deep breath he prepared himself. Knowing Christina would be gone, he waited to be greeted by Maria. Over the past few weeks he wondered about this very moment, he wondered just exactly how Maria would greet him on this important day. Would she be adorned in the white gown she wore three years ago, or would she wear one of her newer dresses, or would she simply be dressed as she might simply going to the market.
Juan heard a sound and watched as the door knob slowly turned. Taking a deep breath he stood motionless as the door opened and he looked upon Maria. She was completely naked.
Taken aback by her boldness he said, "Maria, you should be wearing something."
"Why, isn't this what you came for."
She was right of course. She knew about the deal her mother made for her Quinceanera. Three years ago it seemed like such a far off thing Juan supposed, but now it was resentment he saw in her eyes. Such a different look than the way she looked at him as they danced at her celebration.
Biting his lower lip, Juan calmed his temper and let himself simply enjoy the sight of the young woman. Yes, he should have expected her resentment, he had driven a very hard bargain with Maria's mother. Of course twenty thousand dollars was a considerable sum to pay for the celebration three years ago, but, understanding the price of virtue, Juan now knew he got the better end of the bargain.
Maria was short, with long dark hair that now cascaded down in front of her, partially hiding her small breasts. She was an athletic girl throughout high school and now that she was going to college, she remained active. She was muscular, but still maintained a feminine curve at her hips and thighs. Letting his eyes flow over her body, Juan paused at the thick patch of dark pubic hair. He reached out and let his fingers lightly brush through the surprisingly soft curls.
"You're not the first to touch me there," Maria informed him.
"I'm not?"
"No, my boyfriends have touched me there, they touched me all over," she replied.
"You are very beautiful, I suppose most of the
boys
want to touch you."
"Men too, men have touched me, they made me come and I made them come too."
Such impertinence, Juan nodded toward the bedroom and said, "Shall we?"
"I just wanted you to know I've done things. I am not the virgin you think I am, I've sucked my boyfriend's... I've sucked his cock. And he went down on me," she said as she walked into the bedroom.
"But he never..." Juan didn't finish his comment, he simply nodded as he stared at her patch of pubic hair.
"Only because he didn't have a rubber, I wanted to, but..."
Juan quieted her as he grabbed her shoulders and firmly sat her on the edge of the bed. As she sat watching him, he kneeled and then moved his hands down to her thighs. Sliding his hands between her thighs he pushed them apart.
Maria seemed to resist for a moment and then, she relented, letting him spread her legs. Although she didn't resist him, Juan could feel her holding back, trying not to respond as he began kissing her thighs. He slowly moved closer and closer to her, feeling her body begin to tremble as she tried to resist the sensation, as she tried not to feel what he was doing to her.
Then he quickly moved his head and touched his tongue to her lips, pressing it into her pussy. Juan savored the tart taste of her purity, letting his tongue linger inside her, moving in small circles, feeling the soft, wet flesh and then sliding over the firm tissue that confirmed her virginity. He then turned his attention to Maria's pleasure.
Moving his tongue up along her soft, flowing labia, he found her clit and slowly caressed it with his tongue. He moved his tongue over and around it as Maria finally began to respond, pressing her hips up just slightly. While he used his tongue on her clit, he slowly pushed a finger into her, lubing it up in her wetness, he began pressing it into her as she lifted herself upward.
