Chapter 06 (The Miami Recruiting Trip)
Two weeks later, as he was putting his dinner dishes in the dishwasher, Dan's phone rang. Looking at the Caller ID readout, he saw that Kelly was calling him from the MacGuire residence. He was a little surprised, insofar as Kelly had told him on her way out last time that she would be down in Miami this week on a recruiting trip. Knowing who was on the other end of the line, he answered the phone, "Hey, Kelly."
"Hi. Wanna come over? Mike's out of town again, and Evelyn's in bed already."
"Sure. You know I can't pass up any offers from you. But I thought you were in Miami this week on a recruiting trip."
"I was, but not all week. I just got back today, and as soon as I walked in the door, Mike left for O'Hare, so now I'm here all alone. Uh, I'm feeling pretty horny. Something happened to me in Miami that I want to tell you about; I'm sure you'll want to hear it." Dan could hear the smile behind her voice, and it excited him.
"Be right over," Dan said abruptly, hanging up the phone, abandoning the rest of the dishes, and pulling on a coat. He quickly caught a cab, and was ringing the bell of the MacGuire home within fifteen minutes of leaving his apartment.
When Kelly answered the door, Dan's cock went rigid immediately. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her lips were a deep red, matching her fingernail polish. She wore three-inch, black patent leather heels that brought her closer to his height and accentuated the muscles in her calves and thighs. Dan could observe this accentuation due to the bright red leather mini-skirt that stopped no more than two or three inches below the bottom of her beautifully formed ass.
But what really got Dan's attention was Kelly's white, ribbed, cotton tank top, with a one-inch cut at the neckline, exposing a modest (somehow) amount of Kelly's considerable cleavage. It stopped above her belly button, exposing much of her flat, sexy tanned stomach. Her 34D monsters were prominently displayed underneath, the nipples obvious in their excitement. So tight was the top that her jutting tits distorted the printing on the front of it. Dan was barely able to read what it said: "Cheater." Hanging off the top of the "t" was an image of a glittering diamond ring.
"Well, aren't you going to come in?" Kelly said, and Dan could see the lusty smile in her eyes.
"Uuhh, yeah. Sorry. You look incredible," Dan managed to mutter.
"Well, I feel slutty."
"Nothing wrong with that. You are a slut," Dan responded as he walked into the MacGuire's foyer, knowing that the degradation would excite her. He pinched one of her engorged nipples as he brushed by her.
"No, I know. That's the image I wanted. Meet me in Mike's office. I'll be there in a minute." With that Kelly sauntered off to the rear of the walk-up, toward the kitchen, totally at home atop her three-inch heels. Dan watched her tight ass sway back and forth as she walked away, before he retreated to Kelly's husband's office and got comfortable on the leather club couch. "Comfortable," of course, meant "naked." So, when Kelly entered the office a few minutes later, glass of wine in hand, she found Dan reclined into the corner of the couch, his eight-inch cock semi-hard.
"Mmmm. Is that for me?"
"All you want." Kelly quickly abandoned her wine glass, setting it on Mike's desk on top of some of the bills he forgot to pay before leaving town. Returning to the couch, she kneeled in front of Dan's naked body and started gently stroking his cock with her left hand, making sure to wrap her hand around it in such a way that her engagement ring and wedding bands were fully visible from Dan's perspective. After making sure it was fully erect, she bent and took the tip of his cock between her lips, and sucked it in past her teeth, lightly nibbling on the cock head as she went.
Keeping her left hand at the base of Dan's cock, the diamond glittering in the light cast from the Tiffany lamp on the desk, she began licking up and down the sides of the shaft, her wet, pink tongue leaving it glistening – almost dripping – in her saliva. She then moved back to the tip and took the whole length of it in her mouth and down her throat, luxuriating in the feeling of having her esophagus filled. Then, popping the cock from the warmth of her mouth, she said, "So, you wanna hear what happened in Miami?" and again encased Dan's cock in her mouth. Not waiting for a response, she began her story between licks and sucks.
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After three days of recruiting at the University of Miami, Kelly was worn out. However, she loved Miami, especially South Beach and the Cuban neighborhood around Calle Ocho, for its energy and excitement. So rather than hunker down in her hotel room at the Delano for the last night of her trip, eating room service for dinner (no matter how good room service is at the Delano, it is still room service), she decided to take a cab down to Calle Ocho for good Cuban food. Kelly also had the fleeting thought of finding a strange cock to wash away the stress of the trip.
So, she jumped in the shower and did her make-up, a little heavier than usual. For clothes, she chose a conservative but still stylish black silk skirt and a white, loose fitting, sleeveless silk blouse; the buttons strained a little at trying to encapsulate her enormous tits. On her feet she wore the three-inch, open toed heels that she would later wear for Dan when she returned to Chicago. Clasping a platinum heart-shaped pendent around her neck and donning her engagement ring and wedding bands, Kelly was ready to go, and took the elevator down to the lobby to catch a cab to Calle Ocho.
The cab ride was thankfully short, and she arrived in the Cuban neighborhood with no real plan on where to eat. She walked a few blocks down Calle Ocho, ignoring (but privately reveling in) the cat calls she generated from the Cuban men on the street and hanging out in the storefronts. She was content to keep walking, and almost missed a restaurant with an open front that allowed the sounds of a live Cuban band to escape into the street. The restaurant was crowded but not full, and Kelly figured it must have a good menu to go along with the good music, so she went in and was immediately seated at table near the still-empty dance floor.
She ordered her dinner and a glass of wine, and had a second glass while waiting for her dinner to arrive. Her ropas viejas smelled fantastic, and Kelly eagerly downed it, along with another glass of Chardonnay. Finishing her meal, she ordered a fourth glass when her waiter, a young, well-muscled Cuban kid, came to clear her plate, and watched the people that had collected on the dance floor move the sound of the Cuban band. When she finished her wine, she asked for the check and while she was waiting for her waiter to bring it, she decided to stay and dance for a few songs.
After she signed off on her tab, Kelly got up from her table and moved to the dance floor and started to dance. At first, she was dancing by herself, but with time, various men, women and couples would join her for a few minutes. There was nothing sexual in it, just Hispanic nature to dance with those that are around you. But Kelly wanted it to be sexual. The wine, the relief from her stress, and the sounds coming from the Cuban band combined to make Kelly want to go wild. To let go of herself and have fun. To fuck. Anyone.
So, when Eduardo, who liked like he had just graduated high school, began dancing with her, she didn't want him to leave like the others had. Her movements became more suggestive and reckless, and Eduardo took the hint. He moved closer and started touching various parts of Kelly's luscious body, first her arms and then her hips and the small of her back. As the dance floor got more crowded, Eduardo became more daring, lowering his hand from her lower back to her ass. Meeting no resistance, Eduardo let his hand linger, and then squeezed a little.
Still meeting no resistance, he spun Kelly around, quite gracefully, so that she was in front of him but facing away, and they moved together like this. Kelly was getting awfully hot, not just sweaty-hot, but fuck-me-hot. She could feel young Eduardo's stiff cock pressing against her silk-skirt covered ass, and his arm wrapped across the front of her body, inching up and bumping into the bottom sides of her lovely tits, making them bounce slightly. She hadn't even talked to this boy yet, knew nothing about him, not even his name, but she did know that his young cock would be piercing her bald cunt within thirty minutes.
To make this happen, she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take me home and fuck me."
"What? I not hear you because of music," Eduardo responded in stilted English.
Kelly couldn't hear Eduardo either, so she turned around to face him, but still kept dancing to the music. She draped her lovely arms over his shoulders and leaned into him, pressing her firm tits against his chest; he could feel her nipples pressing against the top of his stomach. Talking directly into his ear, Kelly said, almost in a shout, "I said, take me back to your place and treat me like a whore," nipping at his ear as she finished her sentence. Eduardo needed no second invitation, and grabbed Kelly's hand and led her out of the restaurant and into the street.
They hurried down Calle Ocho a few blocks, hand-in-hand, like two lovers anxious to get home and screw each other senseless. Which, of course, they were. But in holding Kelly's hand, Eduardo felt her engagement ring pressing against his palm. Holding up her left hand as they continued down the street, he asked, "Do you have husband?"
