My name is Carlos; I'm 45 years old, born and raised in the San Fernando Valley. I've been married but divorced now and living alone with no kids. I want to tell my story. I've pretty much kept to myself since I got divorced. The old lady and me still get along but the love has gone. Guess that are why we split from each other. I have not had very much experience with women outside of my race though I have dated black ladies. I have never been with a white woman; I have never been with a blond. I own a small landscaping company that also doubles as a lawn care service. I like being outside in the sun. My skin is tanned a deep brown, I'm built ok but I'm no Arnold, I have a slight pouch, maybe from the beer I drink. I don't think I'm that bad to look at though.
My crew and I were working one day on the West End of the valley at a new construction site when all of a sudden a blond lady walked out of the building. She was not a young girl; she must have been about thirty years old. Still a lot younger than most women I look at. She was the architect for the building site. As it happen she wanted to go over the designs for the landscaping so she had to talk to me. Now this is the first time I ever had any dealings with a white woman for business or anything else for that matter. But as she talked I found out she was no airhead she knew what she wanted and made no bones about it. She struck me as a strong and independent person. We hit it off right away. As it turned out there were some things that needed to be gone over so she asked me to meet her in her office after work.
Her office was on the sixth floor of a new building in south end of the valley a very expensive area. As I entered I notice that there was no one else on the floor. Her office was toward the rear of the floor and I made my way to it. I knocked on the door and I heard a voice yell for me to come on in. She was at a large drafting table with plans spread all over it. She asked me to come close and check on the things she had changed. As I got close to her I could smell her perfume it filled my nose with a sweet smell. It was then that I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned a few buttons down from the top, showing some nice cleavage. This lady had class. I pulled my self together and studied the plans although my mind was not really on it. When we had finished she stood up straight and I really got a good look at her. She must have been about 5'8" or 9"with legs went up to her neck. Her bust was a lot bigger than I had first thought, long blond hair that hung down over her shoulders, eyes so blue you could drown yourself in them. This woman was beautiful; with the work done she smiled at me and asked if I would like a drink.
She moved over to a bar at the other side of the room. When she moved it, was like she glided over to it. Her movements were like poetry in motion. Her breasts kind of bounced up and down as she moved but they didn't jiggled just bounced. It was then that I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. My eyes glanced them over as she handed me the drink. I guess she saw my eyes and asked me if I liked what I saw? That caught me by surprise. I told her; yes she was a very good-looking lady and very pleasing to the eyes. She just smiled at me and came up against me. She was close enough to feel my heart beating. Her eyes met mine and the next thing I knew her lips were pressing against mine. Her tongue enters my mouth and dances around my tongue. Causing me to get more than just a little excited. I could feel my member getting aroused. I pulled her to me holding her tight against my chest. My arms enveloped her, squeezing her even more tightly.
