When Carlos and I finally arranged a date to fuck, I thought I would explode on the drive over to his apartment. This was it. This was what I had been looking forward to for so long. I had not had sex with anyone but my husband since I was 20 years old. I was now 40 and the anticipation of feeling Carlos' body against mine was killing me. The drive across town to Hollywood felt like hours though it was less than 45 minutes. Hubby thought I was with my best friend.
As I got near his street, I texted him to let him know I was close, my hands shaking. I had a lump in my throat and my heart was racing. I was actually about to have another man's cock in me. I don't know how I got from my car to his small one bedroom apartment, I was as nervous as a teenager brand new to sex. I walked in and put my bag down. The lights were low and The Doors were playing on the stereo. I wondered if he really liked them at his age or if that was for me. We made small talk briefly and then sat on the couch.
My thoughts were going 90mph. After we made out in the theatre bathroom that night, we had been sexting furiously but it had taken almost 2 weeks to finally hook up. His texts of what he was going to do to me were swirling through my head and I was praying the real thing would be just as good.
Carlos told me I looked beautiful and offered me a pipe. I was happy to smoke pot and to have something to do while my heart pounded out of my chest. I took off my shoes and pulled my feet up on the sofa. He leaned over to me. I remember looking at his necklace and thinking how hot it is that Latin men wear jewelry. He kissed me softly and slowly at first, then his tongue became quicker and harder as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He began to kiss, lick and suck my neck and ears. I could feel my pussy getting wet as the electricity surged through my body. "I am actually going to cheat," I remember thinking.
He began to unbutton my silk blouse, exposing my breasts. I had been anticipating this moment for 2 weeks and it was finally here. My shirt was ripped fully opened and my big round tits almost spilled out of my bra. I took off my shirt and my bra. He grabbed my huge tits like an excited child. I loved the way his rough brown hands looked against my stark white smooth breasts. He attacked my nipples with his mouth and tongue, whispering things in Spanish that were hot even though I had no fucking idea what he was saying,
Then he said something I did understand. "Take off your pants... Now!"
I blurted "Yes daddy," and immediately obliged. The tone of his voice was so stern and dominant that I had obeyed before I even had time to think. I was naked except my little black panties and my nipples were hard from the cold room. He was still fully clothed and I felt timid in his presence. He dropped to his knees in front of the couch. He reached up and started pulling off my panties, down my hips, over my round ass and exposing my pussy. I knew I was already soaking wet.
He grabbed my thighs and thrust them apart, burying his face between my legs. All I could see was his spiky dark hair against my little blonde pussy. He began licking my pussy slow all the way from the bottom to the top, stopping to suck my clit and then bite it. Then I felt his tongue hard inside my cunt, fucking the hole in and out. He squeezed my open thighs with his rough hands and I could see his gold bracelet catch the light from outside while he dug his nails into my legs. He ate my pussy so good I was moaning and whimpering and my eyes rolled back in my head. It was sweet ecstasy.