anxious but not that anxious. I just fucked a few strokes up into her body. She found a way to move her hips that made us both feel good, because we were grunting a moaning.
I plowed the furrow long and deep. Just thinking about it gets me hard. She was good. Her cunt muscles seemed to be milking me like that cows on her chest never would be.
Dennise was the one who was hot, I guess, because she grabbed my hips and used her hands to drive my cock up into and out of her. She was a regular sex maniac. My balls were hitting my legs so hard I thought I’d pass out. But the pleasure was exquisite. Wow, the force was with me and gathering in my nuts.
I have a wide flange around my dick and it was scraping something. A rough thing bit into the bottom when I reached my full stroke.
I showed my appreciation, by putting my finger between us, finding her hood and pushing under it.
Dennise really went crazy then. And so did my nuts. They were jiggling and bouncing around. I knew I was close.
She must have too, because she tightened her cunt… if you can imagine that and we really banged together.
I grabbed her tits in both hands… the nipples making hot rivet holes in my palms… and massaged them.
We both moaned, off key and in different pitches.
I gasped as my nuts jumped and then began to pump. God, did I pump. I don’t know if I leaked out around the seal or what, but I swear I counted pecker tracks under the bridge when we finally came down. But right now, the only thins I was interested in was coming off. And did.
I was nearly through, but still pumping cock when she came off too. She wailed like a banshee. Boy did she have a good time. When we were both finished, I hugged her too me, allowing her tits to squash against my chest.
Then she became all business. “Next.”
Chapter 5
Martina Lopez does Italian I checked the tie of my blue wrap-tie blouse. As a business minor in advertising, I knew that first impressions count. I clutched the presentation notebook for the University Theatre’s Season in my right hand and opened the door to Pie in the Sky, a local Pizza parlor. That must be Alfredo Contra I said to myself remembering the name on my list. What a hunk and so young to own his own business.
Alfredo looked up and flashed me a big smile under his black moustache. His dark brown Latin eyes searched m~ from head to toe. I checked that the fly on my chocolate brown pants. I wish I’d worn a brown belt instead of black. Still, I didn’t look bad. He said, “Miss Lopez?”
“Yes, Martina. I’m here about the advertising for… “
“I know what you’re here about. The cheese man just got done delivering. The rest of the folks won’t be here for another hour. That’s the curse of being the owner.” I watched as he took off his cook’s cap. His shiny black hair picked up the lights from the fluorescent fixtures in the pizza making area. He said, “Let’s sit in the booth and you can make your presentation. I graduated from the U two years ago and look where I am now.”
He gestured to the long, narrow restaurant, barely room for two rows of booths.
The waitresses must have got their asses pinched when they bent over to make a delivery. I started to move into the first booth, but Alfredo had other ideas, he went way to the back and sat facing the windows. I put my book down on the table facing him; he turned it around and gestured for me to sit beside him.
I did, glancing at his pants. He was wearing Chef’s whites, but the pants seemed tighter than you usually saw and what I saw pushing down one leg was enough to give a girl heart failure. He either had a big sock down there or was already hard or… I didn’t dare think about that. Not that I’m opposed to sex, but I don’t think about it very often. I mean, not all the time anyhow like my roommate Dennise the slut. She’s always in some wild thing. She related her, adventure in gelling the spots at the theatre.
Anyway, I looked down into Alfredo’s crotch as he patted the red vinyl seat of the bench. I slid next to him, opening the book and going through the routine about how much good the ad in the Playbill would do for his business. I’d brought up a couple of extra points, about business after the show, since he was only two blocks from the theatre.
When I finished, I couldn’t help but notice that his legs was pressed against mine. He said, “You should have worn a brown belt. That black cuts you in half too much. Both haves are nice.” His long fingers touched the gold buckle and traced around it.
My pussy spasmed. I. mean, while I don’t think about sex all the time, like Dennise, I do think about it. And Alfredo was a handsome man. Older. I like them older. These college guys are all hands and no subtly. I like to be made love to, not pounced on. The Pie in the Sky owner’s fingers touched the bow on my blouse. “Nice touch. Adds softness to your face. You don’t want to look too aggressive. Just competent. Did you see the Opera show where women were complaining about women bosses?”
I nodded mutely. He was at the tip of the bow, near my breasts. “I’m interested in your presentation. But I find you more than attractive. Such lovely eyes.”
I knew it was Latin lover talk, but I fell for it. He was better at his game than I was at mine.
“I’m sure we can arrange something.” His finger crept down blue crepe surface and touched my bra. I closed my eyes and listened to his hypnotic voice. “Yes.
I’m sure something can be arranged.”
I felt the tie untying. Then his fingers were on the buttons of the opening which seemed to melt beneath his fingers. Probably all that pizza flipping. He flipped them open and said, “Such a lovely lady. And,” he leaned forward sniffing. I had on my best perfume… save the worst for football games where the drunks don’t know the difference.
A finger slipped into the opening and ran down to between my cups, then ever their pink satin surface and down again, into my nipples. I could feel his finger massaging. My whole body shivered.
“Yes, I’m sure… “ he took my hand and pushed it down into his lap, close to his cock. I glanced to the side. The cove lighting made his bulge look bigger somehow. My fingers itched to touch his cock, but I held myself a little aloof.
He bent over and kissed me on the gold ball earring, his tongue licking around the edge of my ear. God, I’m a sucker for ear kissers. My hands went into his lap and touched his cock. It wasn’t hard… it wasn’t soft. It certainly was there.
I kneaded his basket as he must have kneaded the dough before he spun the pie.
I wondered how good his sauces would be. As hot and spicy as he was? I kept up my kneading as he kept up his kissing. His hands were down my back now. He didn’t fumble for the catch like that second string quarter back did; Alfredo knew exactly where it was and how to open it. I felt my tits come down a little as my bra slipped inside my blouse. His fingers edged their way around to the front and to the swelling of my tits. He was smooth, this Alfredo. As he kissed and whispered things I don’t even remember; his fingers played with my nipples.
I continued to fondle his cock. It seemed to be firming up, but not growing any longer. Thank god for that. Some of these big ones are just impossible. And the guys are so proud of it. Give me a guy who knows what he’s doing. Alfredo knew more than I’d ever thought possible. His free hand was on my belt buckle, flipping the gold buckle out of the way and pulling on the zipper. Some guys just jam their hands inside your pants and begin to finger flick you before you’re even ready. But not Alfredo. His fingers were gentle as he unzipped me and then pushed his big finger down my pussy lips, plowing them open, but not turning them over. That felt so good I moaned.
He nibbled my ear lobe, played with my nipple and stroked my pussy at the same time. By this time I was shivering. My hands crossed under his elbows to his fly where I found the tab and pulled down. The zipper seemed miles long, maybe as long as his dick felt even.
Then I touched the thing itself. Alfredo, naughty boy that he was, wasn’t wearing any shorts, so I could
