Edited by Talynnda
This is a sequel to "Caramel On Vanilla", and will provide more enjoyment if read in sequence.
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John just assumed that Sylvita (whom everyone called Sly) did not view him as a potential husband. After all, he was old enough to be her father. She was a twenty four year-old, raven-haired beauty, with a terrific ass, and a slim waist which accentuated her large, firm breasts. Her beautiful, brown eyes made John's heart race whenever he gazed into them. Touching her smooth, young, caramel-colored skin was a slice of heaven. She could have almost any young man she wanted, but she kept returning to John for sex. As a result, John treated Sly very kindly without being possessive, and did not take her for granted. Whatever gave his Latina angel pleasure gave him pleasure.
Having discovered that touching her hair was a powerful turn-on for Sly, John paid special attention to her dark tresses, which reached to just below her breasts. Running his fingers through Sly's soft, straight hair was a sensual delight. He took pleasure in washing her hair for her. Then he would brush and blow-dry it. Sly would moan very softly as John sensuously dried her hair. By the time Sly's hair would be dry, her pussy would be wet and John would be hard. It became foreplay.
For Sly, John became her secret guilty pleasure. She told nobody about her orgasm-filled sex sessions with her fifty year-old white neighbor. She knew that her parents wouldn't approve, and her friends would probably make fun of her. Because Sly's parents and John were neighbors, when Sly wanted to spend the night at John's she would have to park her car elsewhere and John would pick her up and sneak her into his house. It was worth it to Sly because none of the young men she'd had sex with came close to John as a lover. In addition, John remembered the little things. On Sly's birthday, John surprised her with an expensive bottle of Tresor. It was a fragrance Sly had never smelled before, but immediately loved. When Sly needed advice or just needed to talk, she and John would walk, hand in hand, down the beach, and Sly would benefit from John's experience. Because John treated Sly so specially, she went out of her way to give him pleasure... the delicious circle.
Sly's private pet name for John was 'Vanilla Papi'. She'd whisper it to him while they snuggled, and she addressed his e-mails that way.
In the heat of passion, Sly would often moan, "Aaayyy Papi..."
Sly discovered that, during sex, it excited John even more when she'd talk dirty to him in Spanish. In turn, John taught Sly that there was no need to feel guilty about finding differences in skin color, age, or anything else to be powerful turn-ons. This was true even of Sly's bisexuality.
Sly had discovered her own bisexuality some months earlier during a threesome with John and a beautiful, older blonde named Heather. As much as Sly would have enjoyed more threesomes with Heather, they were to be few and far between. It turned out that Heather was married and couldn't frequently sneak away.
At this time, Sly's closest friend was a lovely Latina named Raquel. She was Sly's age (24), and also single. Raquel's skin was a couple of shades darker than Sly's; more of a cocoa shade. Whereas Sly's Puerto Rican bloodlines tended toward the Spanish / Caribe Indian, Raquel's included some African genes. Raquel was also a good-looking young woman. Her black hair was curly, with ringlets that reached almost to her breasts. Her brown, almond-shaped eyes with their long lashes, were hypnotically beautiful. Her lips were full and sensuous. Raquel didn't possess Sly's model figure, but her body was shapely and sexy nonetheless. Her 36D bust complimented her firm, shapely ass. Raquel had no problem attracting men, but was just into casual dating at the time.
After John informed Sly that a local art gallery was going to feature some of his paintings, including some that Sly had modeled for, he invited her to the opening night. Sly gladly accepted, and then phoned Raquel. Knowing that John would be obliged to speak to potential buyers, Sly asked Raquel to go along for company. After hearing that there would probably be free wine, Raquel thought it might be fun. They agreed on wearing slightly conservative skirts, tops, and heels. In that warm summer weather, both women skipped any form of stockings.
The evening of John's show, Sly walked over to John's house, and from there they took John's car to pick up Raquel. Sly introduced her friend to John, and the threesome drove to the gallery. Arriving at the gallery, John held the door for the young ladies and motioned them inside.
A distinguished looking man with a gray beard approached the trio, smiled and said, "Hello John. Always good to see you."
"Good to see you too, Ian," John said as he shook Ian's hand. "Ian, I'd like you to meet Sylvita, who is the model in some of my works which you have on display tonight."
Sly held out her hand, smiled and said, "It's nice to meet you, and please call me Sly."
Ian gently shook her hand and replied, "It's a pleasure meeting you too, Sly. I recognize your lovely face from the paintings."
"Thank you," Sly said.
"And, Ian, this is Raquel. She's also my guest this evening," John said, motioning to the other young woman.
"Nice to meet you," Raquel said and extended her hand.
Ian smiled, gently shook Raquel's hand, and said, "Nice to meet you, too."
Rather than being annoyed at having two young Latinas in his gallery who weren't there to spend a lot of money, Ian was pleased to have two sexy young women there to help keep the male clientele in the gallery.
"Please, let me show the three of you around the exhibit," Ian said, and motioned them further into the gallery.
"I think you're gonna like this, Sly," John said.
Ian led the threesome over to a large table, on which were a variety of bottles, cheese, and crackers.
"Would anybody like some wine or champagne? I take it you lovely ladies are old enough to drink?" Ian said with a smile.
"I'll try some of that blackberry merlot," John said reaching for a bottle and a plastic cup.
"That sounds good," Sly said.
"Me too," Raquel said.
John poured three cups of wine, and they began their tour of John's exhibit. The first painting was an impressionistic seascape, but the second painting was one of Sly in a bikini, sitting on the hood of a car, her long, dark hair blowing in the breeze.
"Look, it's you!" Raquel said, tugging on Sly's sleeve.
"I remember that day," Sly said to John. She looked at him with a subtle, sexy smile that he would understand. That had been the day they'd first had sex together.
"Do you like it, Sly?" John asked.
