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I was shopping one quiet Thursday afternoon some time ago (I was in my early 30's) and about to leave when I made a visit to the Men's Room. As I reached the entrance, there stood an attractive young Latina woman (early 20's) who was waiting outside the storeroom doorway. She was one of the "Environmental Service" workers hired by whichever department store I was in at the moment.
She was humming and swaying to a tune inside her head as I looked to my left and noticed her. She was about 5' 3" with a slim build (curvy below the waist, which I love in a woman) berry-brown skin, and dark expressive eyes that smiled as she saw me about to go inside the restroom. Nice, perky smile, too. Her cute ass continued to shake a little as I stopped momentarily to watch the show; she leaned against her yellow push-cart and rested on her elbows, her eyes and smile not leaving mine except to dart away for a coquettish instant, than spotting me again.
Damn, I thought. She's too cute to be doing this kind of work, but in this flat economy (during the first Bush's Presidency) any steady employment was a good thing. I walked into that bathroom, shaking my head in amazement. Thirty minutes of shopping in a fairly large mall, and I spot the best looking girl as I'm about to leave, and she's a Cleaner. Go figure.
I'd put her out of my mind as I took a leak, washed my hands, grabbed my one bag and exited. Whoa, she was still there. Back turned to me, still swaying those hips. Beige slacks stretched nice and tight across that sexy lower half, maroon shirt covering what was up top and showing her light-brown arms off nicely. Her curly, ponytailed black hair spilled down to the middle of her back.
I had figured not to see her again, but there she was like a beacon calling to me. I'd taken Spanish in school, but was much better at reading than speaking or understanding it when I heard it. Conversation would be difficult with this cutie.
But I had a better, riskier idea. I slipped behind and got her attention, and she smiled wide again seeing me. I'd never had the opportunity to flirt heavy with a Hispanic/Latina woman before, I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.
Pointing to her butt, I whispered loudly "Es muy bonita!" and began fondling her firm, round cheeks. She didn't pull away from my hand, instead opening her mouth in a wide grin and grinding her ass against my grasping palm.
Wow, this chick was a sex-pot. I moved in beside her, keeping her butt nice and warm with one hand and slipping my other across her arm to squeeze her ripe tits. I didn't want there to be any confusion about my desire for this hot senorita.
She moaned and rubbed herself against my hip and side. I kissed her cheek and the edge of her lips, my fingers reaching between her ass-cheeks to rub her pussy through the denim. This was getting heavier than I'd anticipated, and suddenly I was aware that we weren't exactly in a private area. Small wonder a customer, or another employee, hadn't interrupted us.
Motioning to the storeroom just in front of us, I pushed the door open and let her go in as I followed behind. This storeroom was rather large, with shelves stocked with merchandise as well as cleaning products nearly to the ceiling. We were in a small storage area that was leading to a bigger one. Walking past the first room, there was a much larger, wider area with brighter lighting. Not an ideal place for a rendezvous, but lucky for me there was an office just to our left with windows (blinds drawn) and it was open to reveal two comfortable chairs and a desk, and unoccupied.
Guiding her into this office by the small of her back, and with a hearty slap on that sweet behind, I closed the door behind us and locked it. Anyone trying it now, to hell with them. I stepped back a little to survey this honey; she'd turned around to see what was up next, waiting patiently and watching me intently.
Her English was probably about as good as my Spanish-speaking skills (very, very little to speak of) but that didn't seem a problem at the moment. I stepped up and embraced her, kissing her mouth and holding her as tight as anyone I could recall. She returned my kiss with such gusto they felt bruised; our teeth clicked together a few times. Hell, call it a "good pain."
This was no time for niceties, this was no fairy-tale romance. Grabbing her ass with both hands as we stood before each other, I looked into her gaze for just a moment, savoring her spicy smell and the feel of her nubile, young body trembling against mine.
Gesturing to a cushioned chair, I bade she sat down in it. She did so, and looked up at me questioningly, but still smiling and resting her arms on the rests. I stepped in front of her, my legs on either side of her knees, and quickly unbuckled and shucked my jeans and shorts down. My rod bounced before her eyes, and taking it in my fist I huskily requested she suck my throbbing dick. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and suckled them popsicle-style to get my message across.
Taking her head gently in my hand, I guided it to my stiff cock and began wiping it across her mouth and cheeks. She closed her eyes and began sighing; I rubbed her nose and eyelids with my boner, than nudged it into her lips, just a little. Her dark-red lips closed around the bulb and gave it wet, noisy smooches. I wanted her tongue on me; this wasn't going to last long.
Asking her to open up ("Abra la boca, por favor!") she opened up wide and lolled her tongue out for me, invitingly. I bounced my erection on her tongue and teeth, rubbing it vigorously again across her smiling lips. She snickered as I held my dick up and pointed to my nut-sack, while licking the air in pantomime. She greedily took my balls into her pert little mouth, rolling and sucking them wet, her nose buried in my crotch thatch.
I let her make them slick for awhile longer with her saliva-filled mouth, then pulled out to let her catch her breath. Gasping for a few seconds, I nodded to give her the idea she was almost finished, then I poked my dick back into her waiting mouth; I held her head hard against my hip and popped my cock out from her cheek, stuffing it back in in-between her moans.
I'd been trying to hold back some, to keep the experience going, but looking at my penis poking her cheek out made me so damned horny I stopped bothering. Telling her I was going to cum, she felt me stiffen and let me slip out from her mouth, and rubbed her lips along the length of my shaft. Bursts of creamy white jizz erupted from me, spraying her shoulder and the floor.
She squealed and held my dick as it shuddered several times, emptying itself onto her hand and wrists. When I was through, she stroked me with both hands and sucked me into her mouth, slurping at the last dewy drops and licking at my bulb.
When she let me go, I was still rather firm amazingly enough. I gave her a few playful smacks on the face with my penis, and then asked her to stand. When she got up, I peeled her clothes off starting with her top half and then whisking her pants and undies down. Time to get busy with this little South of the Border baby-doll, and she didn't try to slow my roll down, either.
After I undressed and laid our clothes upon it, I cradled her on the heavy desk's top and jumped between her honey-colored thighs, which she'd parted beautifully for me. Taking a calf in each hand, I pushed them back enough to expose her snatch and prodded her vagina lips with my cock. Grinning like a wolf, I told her "Let's fuck" and proceeded to do so.
Lunging forward and resting hard on my elbows, I pushed myself inside as far as her eyes and expression told me to go, then pulled back for another thrust. Her arms and hands pulled me in closer, her legs gripped my torso, and I began a hard, pounding rhythm. Wow, this girl was urging me on like no other I'd experienced; this wasn't just "sex," this was good old fashioned fucking.
She made "aah, aah, aah" sounds in a thrilling, Hispanic accent that made me push and pull quickly. I couldn't wait to explode (not inside her, I was already taking a risk being caught, and not wearing protection) but of course I didn't want this feeling to end. Looking down at her face, her eyes were closed and her mouth open, sounds coming out but in no language but pleasure. I rubbed my nose against hers Eskimo-style, while looking down to make sure I was still keeping the same time, all systems were go-go-going.
After a few more deep, hard pelvis twists, I yanked myself out and came for a second time across her belly, which was rising and fallen in it's own rhythm. I held myself and sprinkled her with all I had left, and slicked my cum across her mid-section with my hand, drying her off as best I could. She'd spent me, but good.
Aware again that we might not be alone much longer, I intimated we should leave, tout-suit. As she dressed, I made sure to caress every body part of hers about to be covered again. She giggled and let my hands roam freely, playfully pushing them away in order to finish dressing. When we were done, I took a moment to catch my own breath, then unlocked and opened the door.
I peeked outside, and didn't see anyone right away. I motioned for her to come forward, and we began walking back to the storage room door where I'd first spotted her. Whoa, someone was there in the first little room, just inside the entrance.
Spooked for just a moment, my heart slowed realizing it was another young cleaning lady. Younger than my sexy companion, shorter and shyer. When she saw us, her eyes dropped and she bashfully grinned and offered a timid "Hola" to us. Had she heard us in the office, had she figured out why were here in the first place, or just used to her co-worker's proclivities?
Whatever, it was time for me to vamoose. I turned back to my fuck-buddy and kissed her forehead, hugged her and thanked her for a lovely afternoon. When I turned to exit, the two girls began to talk quietly but excitedly to each other. I couldn't resist one more bit of excitement; I stepped back toward them and whispered to the younger girl (not bad looking herself, either) that her friend had been a great lay, and either of them could give me a hot blowjob anytime they wanted.
As I was whispering, I took the younger girl's pleasingly round ass in my hand, and squeezed it hard enough for her heels to come off the floor. She gasped and looked back at me in wonder; I unzipped and pulled myself out, waving my prick to and fro and making kissing sounds. Oh, boy did she squeal, then.
Her older companion pointed at my exposed cock and spoke to her, saying things I didn't understand but the reaction of the younger girl was to giggle as her cheeks flushed rosy-red. I felt like I'd had enough excitement for one day. Reluctantly putting myself back in my shorts, I zipped up and said quick goodbyes before heading quickly home. I could hardly keep the car straight on the road, I was so jittery. It had been an experience, and like many of the best, past ones I'd enjoyed, completely unexpected. And made possible because I hadn't been a "nice guy" and just said "Hello," then walked away to a disappointing "What if" scenario.
I saw that young lady again (the first, not the second worker.) I'd waited a month before returning, never expecting to see that chick after that encounter, but lo and behold there she was cleaning the glass doors and windows at the side entrance one evening. Abril was her name, it turned out (she was wearing a name-tag this time, plus I asked) and she greeted me warmly.
I was able to talk her to my truck where after some quick chit-chat (as best we could, considering the language barrier) we picked up almost where we left off. Abril coaxed cum from my dick with a satisfying hand-job. Meeting up later at my home, we screwed with healthy abandon; me plowing her furrow like a well-oiled machine, and pushing myself into her snug, puckered ass with my lubricated dick on a soft, faux bearskin rug. Damn, did I cream hard and often that night. So glad she hadn't met anyone, or taken off.
We made out several times afterwards, but as in the past, lack of mutual interests (outside of screwing) and shared languages made it difficult to stick together. And so we drifted apart; since then, I've tried to improve my Spanish and French-speaking skills. I can read better, but speaking and understanding those languages remains a problem. I just don't have the mind for it.
But I do know sex does speak a common language. If a foreign girl you're attracted to strips and bends her legs to the air, points to you and waves you over...you don't need Google search to interpret her meaning. Sex is exciting, and spoken all over. =)
She was humming and swaying to a tune inside her head as I looked to my left and noticed her. She was about 5' 3" with a slim build (curvy below the waist, which I love in a woman) berry-brown skin, and dark expressive eyes that smiled as she saw me about to go inside the restroom. Nice, perky smile, too. Her cute ass continued to shake a little as I stopped momentarily to watch the show; she leaned against her yellow push-cart and rested on her elbows, her eyes and smile not leaving mine except to dart away for a coquettish instant, than spotting me again.
Damn, I thought. She's too cute to be doing this kind of work, but in this flat economy (during the first Bush's Presidency) any steady employment was a good thing. I walked into that bathroom, shaking my head in amazement. Thirty minutes of shopping in a fairly large mall, and I spot the best looking girl as I'm about to leave, and she's a Cleaner. Go figure.
I'd put her out of my mind as I took a leak, washed my hands, grabbed my one bag and exited. Whoa, she was still there. Back turned to me, still swaying those hips. Beige slacks stretched nice and tight across that sexy lower half, maroon shirt covering what was up top and showing her light-brown arms off nicely. Her curly, ponytailed black hair spilled down to the middle of her back.
I had figured not to see her again, but there she was like a beacon calling to me. I'd taken Spanish in school, but was much better at reading than speaking or understanding it when I heard it. Conversation would be difficult with this cutie.
But I had a better, riskier idea. I slipped behind and got her attention, and she smiled wide again seeing me. I'd never had the opportunity to flirt heavy with a Hispanic/Latina woman before, I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.
Pointing to her butt, I whispered loudly "Es muy bonita!" and began fondling her firm, round cheeks. She didn't pull away from my hand, instead opening her mouth in a wide grin and grinding her ass against my grasping palm.
Wow, this chick was a sex-pot. I moved in beside her, keeping her butt nice and warm with one hand and slipping my other across her arm to squeeze her ripe tits. I didn't want there to be any confusion about my desire for this hot senorita.
She moaned and rubbed herself against my hip and side. I kissed her cheek and the edge of her lips, my fingers reaching between her ass-cheeks to rub her pussy through the denim. This was getting heavier than I'd anticipated, and suddenly I was aware that we weren't exactly in a private area. Small wonder a customer, or another employee, hadn't interrupted us.
Motioning to the storeroom just in front of us, I pushed the door open and let her go in as I followed behind. This storeroom was rather large, with shelves stocked with merchandise as well as cleaning products nearly to the ceiling. We were in a small storage area that was leading to a bigger one. Walking past the first room, there was a much larger, wider area with brighter lighting. Not an ideal place for a rendezvous, but lucky for me there was an office just to our left with windows (blinds drawn) and it was open to reveal two comfortable chairs and a desk, and unoccupied.
Guiding her into this office by the small of her back, and with a hearty slap on that sweet behind, I closed the door behind us and locked it. Anyone trying it now, to hell with them. I stepped back a little to survey this honey; she'd turned around to see what was up next, waiting patiently and watching me intently.
Her English was probably about as good as my Spanish-speaking skills (very, very little to speak of) but that didn't seem a problem at the moment. I stepped up and embraced her, kissing her mouth and holding her as tight as anyone I could recall. She returned my kiss with such gusto they felt bruised; our teeth clicked together a few times. Hell, call it a "good pain."
This was no time for niceties, this was no fairy-tale romance. Grabbing her ass with both hands as we stood before each other, I looked into her gaze for just a moment, savoring her spicy smell and the feel of her nubile, young body trembling against mine.
Gesturing to a cushioned chair, I bade she sat down in it. She did so, and looked up at me questioningly, but still smiling and resting her arms on the rests. I stepped in front of her, my legs on either side of her knees, and quickly unbuckled and shucked my jeans and shorts down. My rod bounced before her eyes, and taking it in my fist I huskily requested she suck my throbbing dick. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and suckled them popsicle-style to get my message across.
Taking her head gently in my hand, I guided it to my stiff cock and began wiping it across her mouth and cheeks. She closed her eyes and began sighing; I rubbed her nose and eyelids with my boner, than nudged it into her lips, just a little. Her dark-red lips closed around the bulb and gave it wet, noisy smooches. I wanted her tongue on me; this wasn't going to last long.
Asking her to open up ("Abra la boca, por favor!") she opened up wide and lolled her tongue out for me, invitingly. I bounced my erection on her tongue and teeth, rubbing it vigorously again across her smiling lips. She snickered as I held my dick up and pointed to my nut-sack, while licking the air in pantomime. She greedily took my balls into her pert little mouth, rolling and sucking them wet, her nose buried in my crotch thatch.
I let her make them slick for awhile longer with her saliva-filled mouth, then pulled out to let her catch her breath. Gasping for a few seconds, I nodded to give her the idea she was almost finished, then I poked my dick back into her waiting mouth; I held her head hard against my hip and popped my cock out from her cheek, stuffing it back in in-between her moans.
I'd been trying to hold back some, to keep the experience going, but looking at my penis poking her cheek out made me so damned horny I stopped bothering. Telling her I was going to cum, she felt me stiffen and let me slip out from her mouth, and rubbed her lips along the length of my shaft. Bursts of creamy white jizz erupted from me, spraying her shoulder and the floor.
She squealed and held my dick as it shuddered several times, emptying itself onto her hand and wrists. When I was through, she stroked me with both hands and sucked me into her mouth, slurping at the last dewy drops and licking at my bulb.
When she let me go, I was still rather firm amazingly enough. I gave her a few playful smacks on the face with my penis, and then asked her to stand. When she got up, I peeled her clothes off starting with her top half and then whisking her pants and undies down. Time to get busy with this little South of the Border baby-doll, and she didn't try to slow my roll down, either.
After I undressed and laid our clothes upon it, I cradled her on the heavy desk's top and jumped between her honey-colored thighs, which she'd parted beautifully for me. Taking a calf in each hand, I pushed them back enough to expose her snatch and prodded her vagina lips with my cock. Grinning like a wolf, I told her "Let's fuck" and proceeded to do so.
Lunging forward and resting hard on my elbows, I pushed myself inside as far as her eyes and expression told me to go, then pulled back for another thrust. Her arms and hands pulled me in closer, her legs gripped my torso, and I began a hard, pounding rhythm. Wow, this girl was urging me on like no other I'd experienced; this wasn't just "sex," this was good old fashioned fucking.
She made "aah, aah, aah" sounds in a thrilling, Hispanic accent that made me push and pull quickly. I couldn't wait to explode (not inside her, I was already taking a risk being caught, and not wearing protection) but of course I didn't want this feeling to end. Looking down at her face, her eyes were closed and her mouth open, sounds coming out but in no language but pleasure. I rubbed my nose against hers Eskimo-style, while looking down to make sure I was still keeping the same time, all systems were go-go-going.
After a few more deep, hard pelvis twists, I yanked myself out and came for a second time across her belly, which was rising and fallen in it's own rhythm. I held myself and sprinkled her with all I had left, and slicked my cum across her mid-section with my hand, drying her off as best I could. She'd spent me, but good.
Aware again that we might not be alone much longer, I intimated we should leave, tout-suit. As she dressed, I made sure to caress every body part of hers about to be covered again. She giggled and let my hands roam freely, playfully pushing them away in order to finish dressing. When we were done, I took a moment to catch my own breath, then unlocked and opened the door.
I peeked outside, and didn't see anyone right away. I motioned for her to come forward, and we began walking back to the storage room door where I'd first spotted her. Whoa, someone was there in the first little room, just inside the entrance.
Spooked for just a moment, my heart slowed realizing it was another young cleaning lady. Younger than my sexy companion, shorter and shyer. When she saw us, her eyes dropped and she bashfully grinned and offered a timid "Hola" to us. Had she heard us in the office, had she figured out why were here in the first place, or just used to her co-worker's proclivities?
Whatever, it was time for me to vamoose. I turned back to my fuck-buddy and kissed her forehead, hugged her and thanked her for a lovely afternoon. When I turned to exit, the two girls began to talk quietly but excitedly to each other. I couldn't resist one more bit of excitement; I stepped back toward them and whispered to the younger girl (not bad looking herself, either) that her friend had been a great lay, and either of them could give me a hot blowjob anytime they wanted.
As I was whispering, I took the younger girl's pleasingly round ass in my hand, and squeezed it hard enough for her heels to come off the floor. She gasped and looked back at me in wonder; I unzipped and pulled myself out, waving my prick to and fro and making kissing sounds. Oh, boy did she squeal, then.
Her older companion pointed at my exposed cock and spoke to her, saying things I didn't understand but the reaction of the younger girl was to giggle as her cheeks flushed rosy-red. I felt like I'd had enough excitement for one day. Reluctantly putting myself back in my shorts, I zipped up and said quick goodbyes before heading quickly home. I could hardly keep the car straight on the road, I was so jittery. It had been an experience, and like many of the best, past ones I'd enjoyed, completely unexpected. And made possible because I hadn't been a "nice guy" and just said "Hello," then walked away to a disappointing "What if" scenario.
I saw that young lady again (the first, not the second worker.) I'd waited a month before returning, never expecting to see that chick after that encounter, but lo and behold there she was cleaning the glass doors and windows at the side entrance one evening. Abril was her name, it turned out (she was wearing a name-tag this time, plus I asked) and she greeted me warmly.
I was able to talk her to my truck where after some quick chit-chat (as best we could, considering the language barrier) we picked up almost where we left off. Abril coaxed cum from my dick with a satisfying hand-job. Meeting up later at my home, we screwed with healthy abandon; me plowing her furrow like a well-oiled machine, and pushing myself into her snug, puckered ass with my lubricated dick on a soft, faux bearskin rug. Damn, did I cream hard and often that night. So glad she hadn't met anyone, or taken off.
We made out several times afterwards, but as in the past, lack of mutual interests (outside of screwing) and shared languages made it difficult to stick together. And so we drifted apart; since then, I've tried to improve my Spanish and French-speaking skills. I can read better, but speaking and understanding those languages remains a problem. I just don't have the mind for it.
But I do know sex does speak a common language. If a foreign girl you're attracted to strips and bends her legs to the air, points to you and waves you over...you don't need Google search to interpret her meaning. Sex is exciting, and spoken all over. =)
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