Recently I returned from a trip to a favorite hobby destination, only to find myself glancing at the note she had begun to write me

"El amor que siento por ti"

It was the wierdest thing. She wasn't comfortable getting together with an extranjiero. She told my local friend that she was ashamed. That struck a cord deep within me, as I knew she had nothing to be ashamed of. But how to proceed...

After we got comfy in the room, chocolates, drinks etc.., I clicked on music show and sat up at the head of the bed with her sitting in front of me between my legs. We were both fully dressed. She was a little tense so I started stroking her bare shoulders and arms while we watched the video. Moving up to her hair, her gaze moved from the screen as she began to moan and lay her head back. Working her hair and the base of her neck, I spent 15 minutes just getting her relaxed before pulling her shirt up over her head. She had a strapless bra on and I just left it there while teasing her jawline, neck and throat with my fingernails. Without missing a stroke, my right hand slipped down to her bra and unsnapped it while her head was resting on my left shoulder with my left hand caressing her chest. When her bra fell to her waist, all I could exclaim was "Que rica". Her firm, young breasts jutted out from her chest, defiantly thumbing there puffy little noses at Sir Isaac Newtons theory of gravity...

From there I must've spent 10 more minutes barely touching her cleavage, stomach and waist, completely ignoring her supple and tight titties. Obviously this irked her, as she would frequently dart a hand up to cup her breast and squeeze her nipple. Several times she tried to turn to kiss me, but I pulled away. Her attempts to move her busts beneath my wayward fingertips were thwarted as well...

When she once again turned to kiss me, our lips met in a brief but passionate moment of intense fury before I unlocked and laid her with her head on the pillow. Undoing her belt, I helped her wriggle out from the tight fitting jeans that adorned her slender hips. Her white panties shined like a graduating nurses shoes. Stroking her womanhood through the cotton fabric, I narrowed my eyes and once again spoke for the first time in a quarter hour "que linda amore"...

Grasping the hip hugging portion of her cotton briefs, I carefully began pulling them from her waist before sliding my hands beneath her hips and over her glorious buttocks, guiding the curtain away from the window to her soul. What I found beneath her ropa interiors was a fresh and delicate flower that had dewdrops of lust dripping from the luscious pedals of her youth. Turning my head and squinting my eyes, it was all I could do to keep the tears from welling up as the Barry White deep within me gravely proclaimed "Aye Mammy" at the site of her well tended garden...

Bending over the blooming bud that lay between her soft, milky thighs, I slowly inhaled the fragrant aroma that eminated from her loins. "Que rica!" I softly exclaimed before settling down to the joyous task that beset me.

In the afternoon light I could see the reflection of the day in the glistening pedals of her bouqet. My gentle kiss upon her lips immediately resulted in her gasping in a quick breath and holding it in anticipation of my next move. Motionless, I continued to embrace her soft folds, waiting for her to breathe…

With her settled down and breathing normally while running her fingers through my hair, my tongue began furtively exploring the inner sanctum. Neither of us had showered, however much like the best cuts of tuna sushi, her womanhood had a fresh, silky and odorless flavor. By the time I’d worked my way up to her clitoris, a small pool of her fluids had made a quarter-sized stain on the topsheet of our cama…

I don’t know what possessed me to do this at this precise moment, but after a brief introduction to her lovebud, I sat up abruptly and motioned her atop of me in a 69. Propping my head atop a folded pillow, I began searching again for her tiny clit with my lingual appendage. As if signaling me that I’d found it, her ass and thigh muscles clenched beneath my hands and around my temples, a ‘flare’ to notify me that her most sensitive gland was fully at my disposal.

Glancing at my watch to note the time, I began several oral techniques in slow patterns, noting the patterns that made her luscious blowjob stop, if only momentarily, in ecstasy. By combining the circular and side-to-side motions of my tongue at a slow to moderate pace, I realized that she would soon be mine. Little did I realize what was soon to befall me.

Within 10 minutes, she had her first little orgasm. “Aye Papi” she exclaimed before resuming consuming my inflamed manhood with her tender young kiss. Thinking she was done, I backed off , signaling my willingness to get on to the next position. “Nothing doing gringo” she said as she merely continued voraciously consuming my throbbing member. “Thank god I’m not a teenager or I would’ve blown 3 loads by now” I thought as I dutifully returned to the joyous task of caressing her flesh with my oral muscle.

Several more little orgasms followed, each signaled by a momentary cease-fire in the passionate pummeling she was purveying upon my pisspump. By the third time, I knew better than to stop tickling her fancy, as she would surely continue priming the pump of my loins when her shuddering subsided.

Forty-five minutes into this favorite 69 of mine, she suddenly and inexplicably erupted into the most violent of orgasms I’ve ever encountered. Unlocking her lips from my chaffed shaft, she lunged back against my face, her every muscle straining against the upwelling surge of molten lust that sought release. With her left hand clenched tightly around my weary warrior she cried out in passion. My every sense was alive… more so that ever before or since. Knowing that I had been permitted into the hallowed halls of her most inner circle, I strived to maintain contact with the pulsing organ that thrashed above me. Not knowing if she required more or less, she lunged back and forth across my face while hanging on for dear life to my turgid member. The fleeting thought of “That’s not a handle my love” crossed my mind before she pummeled my face once again with her mussel.

A sweet aura overcame me as her passion (and her grip) subsided. I dutifully continued gently kissing her loins and rimming her before laying back on the now unfolded pillow beneath me. Releasing her deathhold, she mercifully rolled over and landed upon the bed aside me. Reaching up to put my hand to my face, I realized it was drenched by the nectar of her bloom. Perhaps more importantly, I reached down to check the tip of my shaft, for surely she'd squeezed a grape out of the top of it. "whew" I thought... he's ok...

It was not until considerably later that I made it to the bathroom and noticed the substance all over my cheek, chin and neck, and the base of my cock. With a consistency like Elmers Glue, it had affixed itself to me, as well as to the lips of her lovely little lioness…

I will always remember her...

Photo: Flower

I wanna travel with this guy some day!

Sandman, gazing into my crystal ball, I can see that you have, er, I mean will travel with this guy some day. It's eerie. Gringasnomas has a presence about him that I have sensed before at some other time... but I can't quite put my finger on it.... I must ponder the mysticism of this young grasshopper.

Sounds like a cool guy. This guy is a pretty good writer, sounds kinda like Bullwinkle(wink wink).

(Message edited by dickjohnson on August 29, 2003)

Moresake have u been drinking again?

Sandman it would be an honor to travel with someone as noble as you.

Mr Johnson thanks for the complement. Would that I could aspire to the eloquent prose of SenorWinkle.

Wow...

More sake ROFL

I guess I can't fool you guys. I'll go back to writing as Bull_winkle now.

I knew it!

First clue was when BW thouth that Gringasnomas was the best new handle in a long time.
CG

Bastard even had me fooled.....

This is too fucking funny!!!!!

Now that I read over the post again it is totally obvious who is responsible for this hyperbole. (wink, wink). Does this guy ever stop hyping bullshit? I'm waiting for Badseed or GCL to show up and fry this guy's ass.

Who cares about hyperbole... nice prose. Certainly a welcome change from "Yeah, and then I fucked her blue... and her friend too"



DD

Here, here. When guys add some flare to their writing, it is a good thing. This tale had me "glued" to my seat.