Monday November 2, 1992, Palm Springs, CA
Carter awoke, disoriented, with a loud buzz in his ears. He looked at his watch. "Christ!" he muttered, "3:30 a.m.? What the fuck is that noise?" Then he noticed he was alone in a sofa-bed and suddenly remembered he was in Luz' studio apartment. "So, I wasn't just dreaming after the Hallowe'en orgy and long tough drive to Palm Springs," he thought to himself. "But what's that buzzing noise?"
Carter rolled out of bed, nude below the waist, but still wearing his navy cotton Polo pullover shirt. He saw a light through the half-open door to the bathroom and walked toward the sound. He pushed the door wider. Pablo wascurled on a damp bath towel on the floor by the shower tub. Luz, naked except for a towel turban, stood stooped over the toilet, facing away from the door. She held an electric cordless razor in her right hand and was shaving her left leg which was bent and angled on the closed seatlid. She was absorbed in her task and humming a nondescript tune.
Carter stood quietly, admiring the view of her naked ass and the waving shadows of her curly pubes peeking between her cheeks at the base of her great divide. Her full pendant breasts swung gently as she moved the razor. Luz lowered her left leg and put her right foot on the lid. She stopped humming and said, "mi anciano es muy duro y fuerte, eh Pablo?" She laughed her special liquid laugh and switched the razor to her left hand and began shaving her right leg, picking up her tune where she left off.
Carter strained to listen but could not catch enough to recognize the song. He recognized his growing dick, however, and knew what 'duro' and 'fuerte' meant. Moving quickly, he slipped into the bathroom, noticed only by Pablo, who dashed past Carter for his kibble bowl in the kitchen. The towel, scooting in Pablo's wake, distracted Luz. "Que paso, gato?" she said as she clicked off the shaver and looked over her shoulder for the cause of disturbance.
Carter was already close behind her. His left hand grabbed her left wrist, immobilizing the razor, while he snaked his right arm around her trunk and clamped his right hand on her left tit. "Good morning, chica," he said with a low growl. "Can you feel how 'duro' and 'fuerte' I am right now?" He pushed his pelvis against her ass and his purple bell, sliding along her thigh, brushed her slit, still moist and warm from her recent shower.
"Oh, Bill!" Luz mumured, "Mi maestro, mi amante... Si, I feel your strength!" She pushed her bottom back and forth, sawing her cunt on top of Carter's fat dickhead until it insinuated itself between her opening lips. "I... uhhhn, I have heard," she stammered, "h-h-hot water is mmmm...portante for a woman who w-w-wanntss uuunnn a bebe" Carter was soon fully lodged in her pussy and began to stir and flex his hard cock in her twat.
Luz covered Carter's right hand with her own and clutched her breast through his strong palm, doubling the pressure. She dropped the razor to the towel on the floor and pulled Carter's left hand to her crotch. As he stroked up and down and rolled his hips, she moved his fingers for him along the upper reaches of her slit and pushed their hands hard onto her swollen clit.
Luz twerked her ass in time with Carter's deep thrusts. They grunted and gasped as each built to their inevitable release. "AARGGHH! Here it comes, chica!" Carter snarled as he seized her breast and pulled Luz backward.
"AYYYII! Damelo! Damelo! COGERME! Sem... brar mi huevo!" Luz screamed at Carter as she shook in his grasp. Carter's tight sack flattened against Luz's bottom as he poured his seed, shot upon shot into her fertile trench.
They remained welded in position until Luz's legs quit quivering and Carter's softening dick retreated naturally from her pussy. Leaning forward, Carter kissed Luz's neck and whispered, "Gotcha?"
"Oh, Bill," Luz cooed, "Espero... I do so wish it."
Carter spun her around and kissed her full, wide mouth, hugging her close, pushing his moderate pot belly against her soft stomach. "You are mine. My seed is in you. Let it grow. Pray a ROSARY."
With his final word, Luz collapsed, eyes closed, held upright in Carter's arms, waiting for instruction from her master.
Carter squatted, folded Luz across his shoulder in a fireman's carry and hauled her back to her bed where he tucked her carefully under her sheet. As he dressed he spoke quietly, "Luz, it is time for your box to return to my shelf. You may be pregnant. We both hope so. If you are carrying a child it is because you were visited on Dia de los Inocentes by a loving spirit who saw your need. If, by bad luck, you are not pregnant, you may look for the spirit to return for Navidad. Do you understand?"
"Yes. A spirit has loved me," Luz replied in a flat monotone.
"Good." Carter praised her. "Very soon the phone will ring and you will hear it and answer. Listen for my voice. You will be confident and happy and all will be as it always was, pero mejor!" Carter stroked Luz' hair and kissed her lightly on her lips. "Listen for the phone. Hear nothing else until it rings." With that command, Carter walked to the desk, wrote Luz' phone number on a scrap of paper and left Apartment 6.
Carter lookedup into the depths of the clear desert sky as he walked back toward his car. Passing a phone booth he punched in Luz' number. She picked up on the third ring. "Luz, do you hear me?"
"Si."
"Finish getting ready for work. You must not miss your breakfast shift. Do you understand?"
"Si."
"Be confident. Be well. Be happy. PRESTO." Carter hung up quickly and whistled his favorite refrain for the remainder of his walk and the drive back to his hotel.
Luz looked at the phone in her hand. "Que?" she wondered, then set it on its cradle and walked to the bathroom where she finished shaving her legs and got ready to open 'La Familia' for the Monday morning regulars.
*
"Split-shift sleeping is the shits," Carter thought, shaking his woozy head. He hung up the phone, beside the hotel room queen-size bed, and cut off the robotic female voice as she announced "It is 6:30 a.m. Pacific Standard Time." Although he groused to himself, he was, nonetheless, grateful he had placed the wake-up call.
Carter rose, quickly showered and shaved, and dressed 'desert business casual' in a cream-colored Polo pullover shirt, sand chinos with matching, patterned, thin silk socks and burgundy Johnston & Murphy penny-loafers. Pulling on a lightweight wine cashmere cardigan, in case the conference rooms' AC was set too cold, Carter left his room and headed for the elevators.
Registration was quick. Carter perused the agenda for the three day event while he sipped a crappy cup of coffee and pushed rubbery scrambled eggs around on his breakfast plate. He saw the multi-session format would allow him to bounce around at will, or even skip entire presentations, without notice. "These things are for 'R and R' any fucking way," he rationalized as he planned his truancy. The welcoming speech by the association president would be followed by a keynote address to the entire body. After that he would be free to do whatever he wanted.
The assembly adjourned for the lunch break at noon and, after glad-handing a few unavoidable colleagues, Carter drifted away and drove into Palm Springs proper. Strolling from the car park toward 'La Familia,' he smiled, remembering his back-to-back deliveries to the lovely Luz. If, as she said, her period was over ten days ago, there was a great chance his seed would be hanging around when she ovulated. "Go get her, fellas!" he muttered hopefully and entered the small restaurant.
"Buenas Dias, Senor Bill!" Mariana Flores de Guerrero greeted him when she saw him in the doorway. Luz' mother and the co-owner of the restaurant flashed her brilliant white teeth in a broad smile as she stepped from behind the register and touched Carter's left arm lightly. "How are you today? I think a table will open up very soon!"
"Hello, Senora," Carter began, only to be interrupted.
"No, no, no!" Mariana said quickly, squeezing his elbow for emphasis, "You must call me Mariana, or Mari, as you wish. Did I not promise, just yesterday, to say a prayer for your wife, Ann?" she asked, crossing her chest.
Carter nodded and said, "Alright, then, Mari, and thank you again for that kindness." Meanwhile, Mari's hand movement distracted him from his false marital history and drew his attention to her pronounced bosom. He looked again at her face and saw she was very attractive and, oddly, was reminiscent of someone he could not quite place.
Across the room a middle-aged couple was standing up. Carter watched Luz as she bent, balanced their used platters and cleared the table. Looking back at Mari he was struck by how much she mirrored her daughter's natural sensuality and grace. "She must be, what, 45 or something?" he mused, "but she looks at least 10 years younger." Carter bit his lip as he pondered the fuckability of this sweet, middle-aged business woman, wife and mother.
"Ah, the table is freshly set," Mari said, breaking through Carter's lascivious considerations. "Come with me, Bill," she directed, leading him, menu in hand, to the table.
"You wouldn't need to ask me twice to 'come with you,'" Carter said to himself, following Mari and studying the movement of her ass cheeks beneath the skirt of her charcoal sharkskin suit. Her white silk blouse billowed slightly at the waist, below her bolero cut jacket, inviting his hands to reach out, pull it free and explore the matronly love-handles they covered.
At the table, Carter sat and quickly dropped his napkin across his lap, hiding any tell-tale interest his thickening prick showed in Luz' mother. Mari smiled again at Carter and leaned over as she put his menu before him. "Jesus," Carter thought, inhaling deeply of her scent, "they use the same jasmine and sandalwood perfume!"
