Have you ever wanted someone so bad that you could practically taste them? That is how Angelica is with me. Her Spanish skin tone, full bodied black hair, voluptuous hips and supple breasts drive me practically insane each time my eyes capture her beauty. She is a short little thing, standing only four foot eleven, or so she says. I think she is that tall on a good day.
Let me tell you a little about how I met her. I have this buddy, Rocco, who I met in college almost twelve years ago. He recently approached me about renting my room out to his cousin while she is attending college. I am single and my daughter is in college herself, so he knew I had an extra room free. Rocco told me that she had to live on campus her Freshman year, but decided to share an house with three other girls from school.
That apparently turned out to be a disaster. His cousin is a little bit of a geek and is determined to do well in school, so she spends a lot of time at home doing homework. She met the two of the three roommates as lab partners in chemistry class and hit it off right away with one of the girls and they soon became really good friends. She didn't get along with the second one as well, but thought she could tolerate her. She had only met the third girl once before moving in with her. As it turns out, the third girl is a total party animal and is bringing people over at all times of the night.
Rocco's cousin tried to deal with it the first week, but it was too much. She couldn't handle listening to the girl having loud sex, laughing and talking loud while drunk, or having parties until the sun rose at least twice a week. His cousin brought up her complaint to her best friend, but there was no resolve. It has gotten to the point that his cousin is no longer even friends with any of them.
This is why Rocco approached me. He has a wife and two kids so he has no room in his home for her. I live ten minutes away from the University so he felt I was the best option to help her out. She is willing to pay rent and promises to keep to herself, so I agreed to let her stay for the rest of the school year.
I have a side entrance to my basement, so I allowed her to have the basement to herself. She moved in two weeks ago, but I have hardly seen her at all, though I can smell the scent of her perfume and scented lotion every morning when she is getting ready for school. The lovely scents flow through the vents seemingly with ease.
Even though I told her she is welcome to use the rest of the house as well, she stays downstairs almost exclusively. She has a dorm size fridge and a microwave downstairs so she rarely needs to use the kitchen. Yesterday, when I came home, she was in the kitchen making some Spanish soup. It was the first time I had seen her upstairs since she moved in two weeks ago.
I could not help but stare at her, facing away from me in front of the stove. She was wearing black yoga pants that hugged her plump ass cheeks as if they were a second skin. The tank top she was wearing also hugged her body. I could tell she was wearing a black sports bra underneath her white tank top.
She was wearing head phones and moving back and forth to whatever song she was listening to as she stirred the food in the skillet. My eyes were transfixed on her ass cheeks as they flexed with each movement of her hips. I could feel my dick starting to stir in my pants. A few minutes must have went by while I stood there staring at her gorgeous petite body from behind.
She turned to the side to grab a bottle of spices and I thought I was busted for sure. Luckily, she didn't see me and was paying attention to what she was cooking. That was enough to scare me though. If she had seen me staring at her with a bulge in my pants, she would have surely been freaked out. So I reluctantly pulled my eyes away and headed to my room to relieve my straining pants.
I was stroking my hard penis fast when I heard a knock on my door. "Just a moment" I said with a shaky voice, trying to tuck my raging hard on back in my pants and calm my breathing. It must have taken me at least a minute before I was able to get under control and answer the door. When I opened the door, Angelica was standing in the door way.
It took all I had to keep from scanning her body and stay focused on her brown eyes. "What can I do for you?", I asked.
"Are you hungry?" she asked with a cute half-smile.
"Um, um, yeah, I guess", I replied. I immediately started cussing myself out in my head, knowing I just sounded like a jackass.
She giggled at my answer and shyly looked away before saying, "Well, I made plenty of lentil stew if you would like some. I will be down in the kitchen cleaning up, but you can come have some if you would like."
The instant she looked away, my eyes darted down her body, admiring her firm breasts being cupped by her sports bra. Making sure I didn't stare too long, my eyes dashed back up to her face. I could feel my dick throbbing again as I imagined pressing it against her soft red lips and feeling their heat wrapped around it.
She turned and gave me a quick one up before turning and walking away, not saying another word. I was stuck in a dilemma, finish masturbating or head into the kitchen horny as hell. I decided it would take a few more minutes to have an orgasm and the thought of watching her clean would make me horny again anyways, so I decided to head to the kitchen.
Angelica was bent over putting picking up a wrapper when I walked into the room. I swear I could see the outline of her lips poking through from underneath her ass, but she heard me and stood up too quick for me to get a good look. A few seconds later, she ladled two scoops of the stew into a bowl and set it in front of me at the table.
Thankfully the table top was hiding my aching dick. I looked up at her eyes, which seemed to have a trance on me, and thanked her followed by a big smile. She smiled back shyly then turned and began collecting dishes and putting them in the sink.
As I ate the delicious stew, she ran water in one side of the sink and added some dish soap then began cleaning the pans and utensils. I was happy that she at least cleaned up after herself, though I would have gladly cleaned up for her after she went through all the trouble to make the best tasting stew I had ever had in my life. Cooking is not my forte', though I can make a few good meals. My meals are no where as good as her cooking though.
While she was cleaning, to took my time eating the soup. Watching her body move was making me harder by the second. I was so aroused that the spoon was shaking in my hand as I lifted it to my mouth. All I wanted to do was rush over to her and pin her against the counter then pull down her yoga pants and enter her from behind.
She was a shy, innocent girls from what I could tell, so that would surely horrify her, not to mention that Rocco would surely beat my ass until I was barely alive. So instead, I finished my soup and raced back into my room.
I opened my laptop and placed it on the bed, stripped my pants and boxers off my body, and grabbed a couple tissues. Climbing onto the bed, I placed my legs on each side of the laptop and went to my favorite porn site and searched for women in bondage. It didn't take long for me to shoot my wad.
After I finished coming, I was still horny so I decided to go on Literotica and write a fantasy story about tying her up and having my way with her. It was getting late and my eyes were growing tired so I decided to end the story the next day after work. I saved my story on my computer and went to bed.
I wake from a wild dream that was reenacting my story I was writing and hear what I believe are soft moans. Lying still, I listen intently trying to see if I am indeed hearing moans or if the moans were just part of my dream. It is silent for a few seconds before I hear another faint moan. The voice is undoubtedly Angelica's voice. My semi-hard dick immediately grows rock hard as I imagine her masturbating in her bed positioned directly underneath me in the basement.
Her moans begin to grow louder, though I still have to strain to hear her. I wonder if her fingers are buried inside her honey pot, if she is frantically flicking her clit, or if she is using a toy to get off. Her moans are as beautiful as an angel, though tempting me like the works of the devil. My imagination is running wild as I envision myself running downstairs and catching her naked on her bed masturbating.
