I thought that
Imperial Beach
would be the only erotica I would ever write because I never thought I get into another erotic situation again. But here I am, again. This happened early last year...
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I was lying on the padded massage table trying to catch my breath, my masseuse dismounting from between my quivering thighs. He'd just fucked my brains out bareback, I'd had at least three 9-on-the-Richter-scale orgasms, the pearly white cum from his thick black cock was oozing like sweet honey down my throbbing swollen pussy lips, and all that with my husband not ten feet away.
Oh, it was a quickie all right. From the moment Mike and I came down for our scheduled massage until the moment Soldario pulled his 12 inch python out of my sopping wet cunt was maybe 15 minutes. But it was like being swept up in a tempest that you want to happen
un mΓ‘s tiempo
as they say in Costa Rica. One more time, over and over again. God, it was great!
I'd met Mike a year or so after my incredible week-end with Pencil and Shorty at Imperial Beach, the two black studs who'd introduced me to taking and enjoying big black cock. For me, they were a number of firsts: first black, and first double penetration. I had a few other black guys after that, but it wasn't the "Once you have black you'll never go back" lifestyle for me. I went to bed with men because the chemistry was there, at least for the time we were together. When I met Mike, the time we were together just never seemed to end. I mean, at 10 inches he's very well hung but there's more to a relationship than just great sex. We got married and had a baby the following year.
We left the baby with his parents and took our 3rd anniversary down in Costa Rica. It was really the first time we'd gotten away since our honeymoon. Mike's business was incredibly successful but it was also international, so he was out of the country a lot. While it often became a shopping trip for me and the baby, it was always a working trip for him. He was scheduled for a sales convention at a resort just above Panama on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica in February so he booked a room for us a week early, called his mom to arrange child care, and surprised me with first-class airline tickets for Christmas.
We'd just made love that morning and it had been great. We screwed out on the veranda while the warm fragrant winds came in off the Pacific. It had been soft and tender lovemaking, with lots of gentle biting, prolonged kissing, and slow pumping leading to a cascade of climaxes. He finally deposited his sperm deep inside of me and collapsed. It had been really good, but I was still hanging a little on the edge. I'd orgasmed several times, but I'd wanted a volcano and all I got was some really great fireworks.
We dressed casually for our appointment with the masseuse, he in briefs, cargo shorts, a flower print shirt and sandals, and me a taupe silk thong, a light white cotton dress, and woven hemp sandals. When we got into the elevator I quickly regretted wearing the thong: Mike's semen started dripping out of me, making the material very wet and sticky. I thought I be in the buff while being massaged but still, I hoped the masseuse wouldn't notice.
The lounge area leading into the individual rooms was immense and had a commanding view of the surf lining up in endless swells across the entire horizon. Mike and I sat on the rattan loungers set up facing the windows. We talked about our plans for the day and week: shopping, deep-sea fishing, jungle tours, and just relaxing. No babies to change, no bottles to wash. Just complete relaxation in the warm, seductive zephyrs of the Pacific coast. Barely audible over our conversation were the bits and pieces of words drifting over the transoms from the rooms behind us.
Mike's masseuse came out first, a large no-nonsense local woman who looked like she could tear the New York phone book apart with her bare hands.
"Ola, seΓ±or Michael Graven?"
she asked, her voice actually a bit of a sing-song, much more pleasing than her visage. Mike disappeared behind a door leading to one of the small massage rooms arranged in a half-circle around the back of the lounge area. I could hear little snippets of their conversation- he trying to comprehend her broken English and she trying to get him to understand that she wanted him to take
todo ropas-
ALL his clothes- off.