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Matt's trip to the States had been very successful. While he hated to be separated from Sofia for even a day, the trip had been unavoidable and Sofia would have been miserable had she accompanied him. With this latest business deal finalized, Matt expected be able to stay close to home for a while, close to the woman who had changed his life.

As he lay in bed gazing at her beautiful body, naked as the day she was born, Matt couldn't help but marvel at how fortunate he was to have Sofia as his wife and lover. It started very innocently. They had been acquaintances of a sort, but nothing more than that.

In the interim Matt had moved to the States for a couple of years to take care of some of his business interests, but he longed to return to Mexico. When he did, Matt returned alone to begin a new phase of my life. While he was gone, Sofia's life was turned upside down as well and she found herself in a similar state... single and unattached for the first time since her early twenties. Like Matt, Sofia took advantage of her new found freedom and engaged in sex with many lovers, experiencing new highs in her quest for the ultimate orgasm. Although they later agreed to never share the details of their respective trysts during that phase of their lives, it became apparent from that very first day together that there was practically no limit to how far they would go to help each other achieve the joys of carnal pleasure.

Matt's and Sofi's getting together happened quite innocently at, of all places, Starbucks in San Miguel de Allende. Ordinarily, Matt avoided the place because he was a true coffee purist. Among his many business interests was a relatively small but fairly lucrative coffee plantation located in the southern Mexican state of Chiapas, practically within spitting distance of the Guatemalan border. His finca had been in his Mother's family for several generations and produced one of the finest flavored coffee beans in all of Latin America. Matt despised Starbucks because of their snobbish attitude, particularly among their stores' baristas who likely wouldn't know the difference between a real coffee bean and a soybean. But he had recently been approached by a coffee buyer from Starbucks in Seattle, his adopted U.S. hometown, about supplying them with some of his specialty beans and before doing the deal Matt wanted to be assured they were worthy of them.

Sitting in the corner of the store with his iPad to entertain him as he watched the baristas, Matt couldn't help but notice the stunningly beautiful woman who entered the store and placed her order. Tall, blonde and with a slightly athletic build, she was wearing a white sundress that complemented her tan quite nicely. At first Matt assumed she must have been one of the many Americans who had discovered his beautiful home city and chose to migrate there, and then he heard her speak. Her Spanish was flawless and Matt immediately made the connection. She was Sofia Fuentes, wife of a doctor who had died tragically in a private plane crash while Matt had been away living in the States. Pablo Fuentes, a gynecologist, had been a member of one of the country clubs Matt was a member of and he recalled having met Pablo's wife at a golf banquet of some sort years before.

As she stood at the end of the counter facing Matt while waiting for her order to be prepared, he could see that the sunlight shining in the window from behind made her white sundress practically transparent. Matt could clearly see the outline of her waist and thighs. Sofi's legs were parted slightly and Matt was treated to two of the longest legs he had ever had the pleasure of fantasizing about. The thin material of the dress and its snugness around her hips further revealed that there was no visible panty line. She could be wearing a thong, he realized, but as his gaze moved up her body, he noticed that her nipples were very hard, poking through the thin fabric of the dress' bodice. It was then that Matt glanced up and noticed that Sofia was looking directly back at him. He was busted, but she was smiling.

Picking up her large cup of whatever concoction she ordered, the widow Fuentes strode toward Matt, continuing to smile. She had a confident, classy walk and with each step her breasts, obviously unrestrained, swayed from side to side. Her breasts were not large, but perfectly proportioned for her body. On a smaller woman they would appear huge, but on her tall frame they were perfect. As she got closer Matt could even make out the faint outline of her areola, also perfectly proportioned with the size of her breasts and her nipples. When she was within a few feet of him she extended her free hand and spoke to Matt, in flawless English so none of the other locals around them would be able to understand.

"Do you like what you see? I don't think I have ever been undressed so sensuously in all my life," she said as their hands touched, literally sending shivers up and down Mat's spine. "I'm Sofia Fuentes and you look awfully familiar, but I can't place you. Have we met before?," she asked as she proceeded to sit down at Matt's table in the chair adjacent to his.

"I believe we have, Sofia, but it would have been a number of years ago. I'm Mateo Hermann. I used to be a member at Club de Golf Pedregal en el D.F. and I may have met you and your late husband at an event there years ago. I was so very sorry to have learned of his accident while I was living in the States. Please accept my sincere regrets on your loss..." he stammered, suddenly embarrassed that only moments earlier she had accused him — correctly — of undressing her with his eyes.

"Thank you, Mateo," Sofia said softly as she reached out to cover Matt's hand with hers in a reassuring way. "When Pablo died I was crushed. He was the first and only man I had ever been with and I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to continue without him. It's been over three years since the accident and I am well over the hurt and pain of the accident. I moved out of Mexico City to San Miguel where I have put it all behind me. Very few people here know about my past, not that I care anymore," she said. "Now tell me about you, Mateo..."

"Please, call me Matt," he said. "If we are going to speak English you may as well use my American name. That's how most of my friends and business associates know me anyway." For the next few minutes he told her about his background and how his parents had met and how he had grown up in San Miguel before leaving to attend college at the University of Washington. "I met a girl there and we got married and I brought her back here to live. But despite frequent trips back to the States and eventually setting up an import-export business to justify having homes here and there, we finally decided that we weren't meant to be together. We never had time for any c***dren so we decided to go our separate ways, quite amicably, and I understand she recently married someone she had gone to High School with. And here I am."

About that time, the late morning and early noon crowd started coming in along with a large group of rather boisterous expatriates for some sort of conversational Spanish instruction class. "Sofia, I realize this may be somewhat forward, but I am thoroughly enjoying this conversation and would love to continue it. My town home is right around the corner and I have a lovely courtyard. I can assure you that my maid can make you a much better cup of cafe than they serve here. Would you care to join me?" Matt said, reaching for her hand as he stared directly into her beautiful blue eyes.

"Mateo... I mean Matt, I think that is a delightful idea," Sofi said as she slipped her arm inside his as they proceeded out the door and down the street.

Just as Sofia and Matt exited Starbucks to begin the two block walk to his home, they felt the first drops of rain. Summer showers in San Miguel were not uncommon but had a tendency to come up quickly and unexpectedly. "We better hurry," Matt said to Sofia as he reached for her hand and began walking briskly down the cobble stoned sidewalk. Looking down he noticed that she was wearing thin sandals, not the best thing for running if they had to make a break for it.

They were halfway down the first block when the skies opened up completely. Matt picked up their pace but Sofia was having trouble keeping up with him and the last thing he wanted to happen would be for her to sprain an ankle on the wet cobblestones. "How far away did you say your place is, Matt?" Sofia shouted as they heard the first loud roar of thunder.

"At the end of this block we turn right and it's about two thirds of the way down on the other side," Matt shouted back as he tried to pick up the pace. But Matt could see that Sofia was just as concerned about spraining her ankle as he was. The only thing more treacherous than trying to run on cobblestones was trying to run on wet cobblestones. As Matt glanced back at her, he noticed that Sofia's white sun dress was becoming almost transparent in spots where the water had splashed against it. He also noticed that her nipples, which had become relaxed as they chatted back at Starbucks, had become quite pronounced again.

By now it was obvious that it was futile for them to try to beat the rain. Fortunately, they had turned the corner and had begun to make their way up the steep hill to Matt's town home. "We're almost there. That's my place up on the left with the blue shutters," he said, pointing to a three-story structure with a dark stone facade and massive double oak wood doors that looked like they had been there for a couple hundred years, which they had.

Standing on the top step Matt pressed the buzzer to let his maid, Concha, know to open the door for them, but when she failed to do so immediately he rapidly punched the security code in the box mounted on the wall and the door clicked open. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Matt turned back to Sofi and pulled her inside out of the rain.

The first thing Sofi saw upon entering Matt's house was the large open air courtyard in the center, brimming with colorful plants surrounding a large stone fountain. Rain was coming down in buckets there too. Looking past the bright bougainvillea on the balcony railing overlooking the courtyard, Sofia saw several doors that led to Matt's suite and to his office. Glancing to her left, however, she saw her reflection in the tall, wide mirror that flanked the front door. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, discovering what Matt had already noticed.

Her dress was completely drenched. The thin fabric outlined every curve and crevice of her body. As she turned sideways to glance at her back, she saw how the wet cotton material accentuated her ass. The water had caused the fabric to be wedged between her crack and she attempted to pull it away from her skin, without success. In doing so, she only succeeded in leaving a bigger puddle on the floor of the entranceway where they stood.

Standing side by side Matt and Sofia looked in the mirror at each other's reflections and simultaneously began to laugh. Besides being practically nude, Sofia's eye makeup had begun to run down her face. Matt was wearing a white button downed collar dress shirt that was just as wet as Sofia's dress. But it was his jeans that had drawn her attention. They were well worn and very faded, but you could clearly see the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric. And Sofia's eyes were locked in on his bulge.

"Come with me, Sofia. I'm sure you would like to get out of those wet clothes," Matt said. Leading her up the stairs, he couldn't help wondering if she was checking out his ass. He knew that, if their positions were reversed and she was leading him, Matt would definitely have been checking out hers.

"Here you go, Sofi..." Matt said, as he opened the door to his bedroom suite. He pointed to the bathroom in the far corner of the large room as she took in the scene. A king sized, four poster bed faced a massive stone fireplace. Situated on a hand-knotted Indian rug in front of the fireplace was a dark leather couch and matching side chairs. "Feel free to get undressed and take a shower. Towels are in the bathroom and you will find a robe behind the door. While you're doing that I'm going to go downstairs and ask Concha to make us that pot of coffee I promised." As Matt pulled the door closed behind me, he heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down.

"Thank you, Mateo", he heard Sofi say.

When Matt got to the kitchen he called out to Concha several times. He glanced down at the counter to see a crudely scrawled note from his elderly maid. "Hola Señor. Mi hija está enferma y su bebé también. Ya me voy. No se cuando regreso." Concha had been with Matt for years and if her daughter and granddaughter were sick, it had to be serious. Being single, Matt didn't really need a live-in maid anymore, but felt obligated to keep her on to help her support her family.

He grabbed the coffee out of the cupboard and proceeded to make a pot that he put on a tray with a couple of mugs. Scrounging around Matt even found some crackers and cheese that he organized best he could on a plate. Tray in hand, Matt made his way back upstairs to his suite. Pausing to listen at the door he couldn't hear the shower running, but knocked on the door anyway to announce his arrival. "Hey, Sofi... are you decent?," Matt asked.

"Sure... come on in, Matt," Sofi replied. "I may not be decent but at least I'm finally covered up," she laughed. Sofi was standing by the window looking out on the street below wearing Matt's thick terrycloth robe that she found hanging on a hook on the back of the bathroom door. The sleeves had been rolled up, but it was still obvious that the robe was at least two sizes too big. But standing there brushing her hair as the rain continued to pelt the window pane, Matt thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

"Apparently my maid was called home in an emergency and won't be back for a few days. So I made the coffee myself. I hope you like it," Matt said as he handed Sofia a cup that she grasped in both hands. "I'm feeling a bit, chilly... how about I start a fire?" Matt said and walked over to the fireplace to grab some kindling and logs and proceeded to arrange them in the only source of heat in the whole house. Striking a match and holding it to the seasoned wood, he soon had a roaring fire.

"You know, Matt, you might feel warmer if you got out of your wet clothes," Sofia laughed. Matt turned around to see Sofi curled up on the leather couch, her feet tucked underneath her, coffee cup still clinched in both hands.

Matt laughed at Sofi's comment. "You're right, Sofia. I'll be right back," he said as he headed off in the direction of the bathroom. Before Matt could take two steps, Sofi stopped him.

"Hold on, mister. Where do you think you are going?"

Matt looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.

Sofi continued. "Back at Starbucks you practically undressed me with your eyes. And when we got back here soaked to the bone you saw every bit of me. So now it's your turn, Mateo. Strip."

"You're not serious," he laughed somewhat sarcastically. "You really want me to get naked in front of you. Here? Now?"

"You're damn right, Matt. Paybacks are a bitch, aren't they? So get started. Take off your shirt." With that Matt proceeded to yank out the tails of his white dress shirt from his jeans. "Wait a minute, Matt," Sofi said, her voice a little firmer but still friendly. "I told you to strip. Not get undressed. This is for my benefit. Besides, the maid isn't here and nobody's in a rush to get your clothes back to you. So s-t-r-I-p for me."

As Matt stared into Sofi's eyes, he could see she was serious. Alright, then, he thought to himself, "If she wants me to strip, so be it. But I am going to enjoy it too." Beginning with his cuffs, Matt unbuttoned one and then the other, never losing contact with Sofi's eyes. She had a faint smile on her face as her eyes followed Matt's hand movements as they moved from his sleeve to his neck. Slowly Matt unbuttoned the top button, and then the second, more slowly than the previous one.

When he was halfway down the front of his shirt, Sofi could clearly see the small white patch of hair in the center of Matt's chest. From the center it spread up to his neck and out to the side, covering his nipples with light brown hair before forming a line that pointed down in the direction of his groin. Subconsciously, Sofi licked her lips.

With each successive button Matt could see how focused Sofi was on his task at hand. Matt had no idea what was in store, but he had begun to enjoy the sensation of stripping for this beautiful woman. What she didn't know, but would soon discover with the absence of any tan lines, was that Matt was a naturist — a nudist. Inside his home, he rarely wore clothes.

Finally, Matt had the last shirt button undone and was able to pull the tails of his shirt slowly out of his worn jeans. He did so very deliberately, his gaze still fixed firmly on the beautiful woman seated on the couch in front of him. Matt slid the shirt down his back and, grabbing it by the collar before it fell to the floor, tossed it in the direction of the couch.

Without shifting his gaze away from her, Matt pulled on the braided leather belt flap and, in one swift motion, yanked it free of the clasp and proceeded to pull the leather strap through the loops before he tossed it onto the floor. Hands on his hips, Matt paused as Sofia took a nervous sip of her coffee while she gazed at his half naked body standing in front of her. She was tempted to ask him about the ugly scar on his stomach, but there would be time for that later. Right now, she just wanted him to finish the job.

Reading her mind, Matt unbuttoned the single metal button at his waistband and started to slowly slide down his zipper. Before it was halfway down, Sofi leaned forward for a closer look. Seeing black cloth poking through the fly, Sofi exclaimed, incredulously, "Are you wearing underwear, Matt???"

"Of course I am", Matt laughed, "doesn't everybody?"

"Hell, no!" Sofi laughed, "...but just keep going. I'm enjoying this."

Matt slid his jeans down over his hips revealing his tight black Tommy John boxer briefs. 'Fortunately they don't have the Tommy John name on the waistband like some of the pairs I own do,' he thought. Otherwise, he might never live it down.

As soon Matt's jeans were down around his knees, Sofia moved into a sitting position, pulling her feet out from under her and placed them firmly on the floor. She stared at Matt's semi-hard cock, just three feet away.

Looking up at Matt, Sofi said: "I can't believe you've been able to hide that thing from me all this time. I saw the outline of it in the mirror downstairs and I thought it was huge then, but that was when I thought you were going commando. Now I can see that I was very, very wrong.

"Now, come closer.... ", Sofi motioned, as she shifted her gaze back at Matt's bulge.

Matt shuffled over in front of Sofia, his jeans still bunched around his ankles. Sofi reached out and ran her fingers over the length of Matt's cock through the soft, thin fabric. "Why, you're not even hard yet!", she exclaimed as she squeezed him. With that Sofia reached up to grasp the waistband of Matt's briefs and yanked them down over his hips. Matt's cock sprung out, pointing straight at her face. Though it was not yet erect, it was beginning to stiffen as Matt felt Sofi's warm breath on it.

Sofi reached out and grabbed Matt's cock with her right hand, right behind the bulbous head. Since the death of her husband, Sofi had been with and pleasured many men. In the dark, there wasn't much difference in their cocks, nor the men attached to them she had discovered. Here in the light of day, with the added benefit of the roaring fireplace, Sofia was able to study and admire Matt's penis.
It wasn't particularly long, between 7-8 inches, which was fine with Sofi because of a bad experience she had once. But it was the thickness of Matt's cock as it began to swell in Sofi's hand that she noticed first. It was thicker at the base as it tapered slightly toward the top where the purplish-pinkish tip mushroomed out. On the right side there was a very prominent vein that ran the length. As she moved his penis to the side she saw that the vein had a prominent right angle in it. 'I wonder if that vein straightens out when he's fully erect,' Sofi wondered.

"Matt.... you have an amazing cock. May I put it in my mouth?", Sofia whispered.

"I would like that very much," Matt replied as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside.

Pulling Matt closer to where she was sitting on the couch, Sofi stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his cock where a small droplet of pre-cum had formed. Grasping him more firmly, she pulled him closer as she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head and proceeded to suck on it, bobbing her head up and down his shaft. She reached between his legs with her left hand and cupped his heavy ball sack without letting up on her suction.

Up until then, Matt had stood back and just followed her direction. But now that she was so close, Matt wanted to enjoy her nakedness, too. Reaching out he grasped the flaps of his terrycloth robe that she was wearing and pulled them to the side. Because the robe was so large, the top easily fell to her waist, exposing Sofi's pale breasts. They were even more perfect in the flesh than Matt had imagined they were when he first observed them in her dress. There was little sag, and they were perfectly proportioned with her very erect nipples prominently positioned in the center. He couldn't wait to suck on them, but knew there would be plenty of opportunity for that later.

For now, Matt was content to enjoy the sensation of Sofi's mouth and tongue on his cock. She used her hands to stimulate both his balls and his shaft at the same time she swirled her mouth up and down and around its length. In her sitting position Sofi wasn't able to take Matt's full length into her mouth, but it didn't detract from his silently acknowledging that this woman he just met was a magnificent cock sucker. Sofi knew exactly what it would take to please a man, Matt thought, and he could already feel the familiar stirrings deep in his loins that he knew would bring his release.

Sensing that too from Matt's heavy breathing, Sofi sucked harder and began to jerk his cock faster. "Oh, Sofi, I'm about to cum", Matt said, but that only inspired her to jerk him faster, suck harder and bob her head up and down more rapidly.

"Aaaaaarrrrgggghhjjhhhgghhhj.......", Mateo moaned, as the first blast of cum exploded from his cock. Sofia stopped sucking but continued to stroke Matt gently as he expelled his seed again and again into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but a small amount oozed out. Standing in front of her, holding Sofi's head in his hands for balance as she continued the gentle sucking on his slowly deflating cock, Matt leaned back, causing his cock to pop out of her mouth. Dropping to his knees, Matt leaned forward and kissed Sofia for the very first time. He could taste his semen, still in her mouth, as he kissed her with a passion he had not felt for a long time. When he felt Sofi's tongue enter his mouth, Matt sensed that there was something she was feeling as well. Their mouths stayed connected in that kiss for what seemed like minutes before they finally separated.

Matt rose to his feet and reached down for Sofia's hands. Grasping them in his own, Matt pulled her up so they were standing face to face, their bodies pressed together. "Matt... you're freezing! Go get in the shower before you catch pneumonia, " Sofi exclaimed.

"Alright", Matt said, "but you're coming with me." Sofi put up no resistance and followed her new lover into the shower she had vacated just a short while ago. The invitation to shower again, with Matt, was too good to pass up.

Although Matt's house was almost two hundred years old, the bathroom was very contemporary. The dark tiles and granite countertops were very modern and reflected Matt's masculinity. But there were softer touches as well; pale yellow towels and a vase full of fresh flowers that had grown on his rooftop garden, and lighting that could be adjusted for practically any mood.

The shower was almost a separate room by itself off the master bath. It was L-shaped; they entered the small arm of the "L" and turned to the left into a much larger area roughly 2.5 meters by 3.5 meters. What Sofi had noticed — and enjoyed earlier — were various nozzles built into the wall at various heights as well as several hand held nozzles with multiple settings. There was also a bench at one end and with built in dispensers for soap, shampoo and what appeared to be a lubricant of some sort that Sofia was going to have to ask Matt about.

As Matt entered the shower with Sofi at his side, he pressed a switch on the wall that immediately softened the lighting and turned on several overhead shower heads simultaneously while filling the room with steam. Matt stood directly under the rain shower head in the center of the area. He embraced Sofi and kissed her passionately as a gentle rain shower and mist swirled around their bodies. He reached over to one of the soap dispensers on the wall and filled his hand with a fragrant liquid that he proceeded to rub all over her breasts, shoulders, back and ass. Pressing himself against her, Matt used his body like a washcloth.

When the fronts of their bodies were sufficiently covered with lather, Matt spun Sofi around so that her back was pressed against his front. He reached around to squeeze her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her hardening nipples. Sofia responded by pressing her ass back against his groin and discovered that he was already hard again. She knew then that he was no ordinary lover, unlike the last few men she fucked.

As if to read Sofi's mind, Matt slid down her body until he was kneeling on the floor. With a gentle nudge, Sofi took a step forward and pressed her hands flat against the wall. Matt spread her legs apart and, from the rear, proceeded to lean forward to lick and eat her pussy. He discovered that she was soaking wet — and not from the shower. Her lips were full, engorged with lust for him. She squirmed at the feel of his tongue as he gently penetrated her folds. Inserting a finger in her pussy caused her to moan, so he inserted a second and, from his position behind her, made it easy for him to press against her G spot.

Matt discovered, too, that Sofi was almost totally absent of hair from her clit to her rosebud. He loved performing oral sex and nothing, as far as he was concerned, was out of bounds. Hair was nice on the tops of his lovers' heads, but definitely not between their legs. Just as he felt Sofi was close to cumming he stopped using his tongue and removed his fingers from her vagina. She was almost about to say something when Matt slid around on his ass a full 180 degrees and moved through Sofi's legs so that his back was now against the wall. He reached around her hips and, grabbing her ass cheeks, pulled her cunt hard against his face.

In this position Matt could reach up and fondle Sofi's breasts as they swayed back and forth. Sofi soon discovered that, in this position, Matt's thick tongue could penetrate her more deeply. And when he wrapped his lips around her super-sensitive clit and tugged on it like he was plucking a g**** from a bunch, she practically collapsed on top of him as her first orgasm came over her. She was spent. Exhilarated. Fucked. And Matt hadn't even used his cock on her yet. But that would soon change.

Sofi tried to stand up but her legs were too weak from the mind blowing orgasm she had just experienced. Matt had just done things with his tongue and lips on her pussy and clit that she had never experienced before. She loved how he pulled and sucked on her clit with his lips as he played with her tits. Although she was still tingling from her first orgasm, she pressed her pussy back on Matt's face hoping he would continue what he started. He didn't disappoint.

Matt prided himself in his unselfish approach to sex. He derived greater satisfaction from his partners' pleasure than he did his own. That was why it was so unusual that he had cum first when Sofi blew him by the fireplace. But everything about this woman he had encountered only a few hours ago was different than he had experienced before, and he didn't want the feelings to stop.

Sofi ground her oozing pussy against Matt's face as he tongue-fucked her to another orgasm within minutes of her first. She was so wet that he was actually able to swallow her cum, just as she had swallowed his earlier. Reaching behind her, Matt spread her ass cheeks and ran his finger up and down her crack. Sofi moaned with pleasure as he pressed his finger against her asshole. She moaned again, louder this time while continuing to rub her pussy against his face. Her orgasms were occurring one after the other now, something Sofi had never experienced before. Matt had discovered how responsive she was to ass play and she hoped he wasn't turned off by it the way some of her other lovers had.

Once again, Matt seemed to be able to read her thoughts. He pushed her away as he stood up and they embraced, mouths once again locked in a kiss. His hands immediately went to her ass and, as if to send him a message, Sofi lifted her left leg and wrapped it around Matt's hip. Matt stuck his finger in her pussy to get some lubrication and then proceeded to press his finger into Sofie's asshole.

Sofi moaned, and it wasn't from pain, but from the pleasure of his finger in her ass. She reached down between their bodies and grasped Matt's cock. Pressing it against her pussy, she rubbed herself up and down on his hard cock. Matt began to move his finger in and out, finding her sphincter relaxing more and more. Could it be, he wondered, that this amazingly beautiful and sexy woman might share his love of backdoor sex. There was only one way to find out.

Matt reached down and slipped his hands under Sofia's thighs and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his back. He walk-carried her over to the far end of the large shower and set her feet down on the tile floor by the granite covered bench that ran across the back wall. He tuned Sofi around so that her back was to him, facing the wall.

"Bend over, Sofi," Matt said. "Put your hands flat on the bench and spread your legs." Sofi immediately obeyed. As he squatted down behind her, Matt marveled at her toned ass. Her butt cheeks were fleshy, but not flabby. Her skin was flawless and without evidence of a tan line which meant only one thing...that she was a fellow nudist. But he wasn't there just to admire her ass, but to make love to it.

As he ran his finger up and down her crack, Sofi shuddered in anticipation of what she hoped would follow. Matt spread her cheeks apart with his hands and proceeded to run his tongue up and down her crack, pausing each time he passed her anus to tease it with his tongue. Each time he did, she bent forward and pushed her ass back against his face. Finally, Matt decided to focus all his attention on rimming her asshole. Sofi responded by reaching down between her legs and began finger fucking herself to another orgasm, only this one was different. Instead of a low series of moans like before, this time she screamed loudly, the sound reverberating off the tile walls and floor. It was music to Matt's ears.

He stood up and whispered in Sofi's ear. "I want to fuck you, Sofi. I want to stick my cock in you and have you feel me spray my hot sperm inside you. May I, Sofia... may I fuck you?"

"Oh God yes," she moaned. "I want you to stick you hard cock inside me and I want you to fill me up until it drips out of me. Please, Mateo... fuck me. And Mateo... fuck me in my ass!"

Matt had had anal sex with lovers in the past, but they acted as if they were doing him a favor... and barely tolerated it. But when he was a young man he had an affair with an older woman who taught him many things. And one of those things was the joy of anal sex. She taught him how to prepare a woman's ass with his finger and his tongue. He also learned that lube was sometimes necessary with an older woman, and almost always with anal sex, regardless of his partner's age.

Sofi glanced back at Matt as he reached over to one of the dispensers on the wall. "I was right", she thought to herself, "that was a lube dispenser." Matt tuned his attention back to Sofi now and proceeded to rub his palmful of lube up and down his cock before slipping his middle finger inside her asshole. Sofi squirmed as she felt the cool liquid coat her sphincter. His touch was firm but gentle and she couldn't wait for him to replace his finger with his cock.

Withdrawing his finger from her asshole, Matt grasped his cock in his right hand while spreading her ass cheeks apart with his left. He placed the bulbous head of his cock against her anus and pressed against her. "If you want me to stop at any time, sweet Sofia, just say so," Matt whispered. Sofi responded by pressing her ass back against his cock, wiggling her hips as she did.

Encouraged by her actions, Matt pushed forward. The combination of lube on his stiff cock and his efforts to relax her sphincter with his finger made penetration easier than he expected. He couldn't help but think, too, that some other lover of Sofi's had passed this way before, and he silently thanked him.

"Ayyyyyyyy..." Sofia moaned when the head of Matt's cock broke through to the warm recesses of her ass. She immediately clenched and unclenched her muscles around his cock to let him know she was enjoying his presence. Urged on, Matt grasped her hip bones and pulled himself completely inside her, the thick base of his cock pressed flat against her ass.

The sudden thrust of Matt's cock surprised her, but not in an unpleasant way. His cock was definitely thicker than either of the two men whom she had previously had there, she thought, but all she cared about at that moment was pleasuring Matt. Reaching down between her legs she held Matt's balls in her hand while still supporting herself against the wall.

Now it was Matt's turn to moan. "Aaaaaaaarrrrgggggggghhhhh...". Although he had cum less than an hour ago, Matt knew that he was going to explode again quickly. Instead of slowing the pace of his thrusts as he would if he were in her pussy, he accelerated them.

"That's it, Mateo... fuck me harder," Sofi exclaimed, matching his thrusts with movements of her own. In less than a minute after he first entered him, Matt erupted, spewing jet after jet of his cum deep inside his new lover's beautiful, tight, warm ass.

When he was spent, he collapsed on top of Sofi's back. He was out of breath, almost as if had just run a race. For her part, Sofi cooed. "That was incredible, Mateo. I've never experienced anything like it. Thank you, thank you... from the bottom of my ass!"

At that, they both started to laugh. Matt's deflating cock slipped out of Sofi's bottom and he collapsed onto the floor of the shower, the gentle rain shower and mist still falling around them. Sofi laid down on the floor beside him, her ass pressed against his cock, spooning with him. She reached back and grabbed his arm and pulled it over her body and, placed his hand firmly on her breast, and sighed. This, she hoped, was only the beginning of a beautiful relationship.


As Matt laid in bed that next morning following his amazing homecoming reception, reminiscing about their first time together, Sofi began to stir. She stretched her arms out and turned to see him gazing into those beautiful blue eyes. Smiling, she leaned over and kissed Matt on my lips. Tentatively at first and then a little more passionately.

"Buenos días.... I just had the most wonderful dream, Mateo. Let's go take a shower together and I will tell you all about it." And with that, Sofi jumped out of bed and headed toward our shower, but not without turning back to look at Matt and smacking her ass with a loud "slap"!