This, like the first Chapter, is a true story. In this case, I did not add much, except change her name and the name of the school. If you have not read the first chapter, I encourage you to do so. Please leave feedback at the end. I am a new writer, and would like to read how you would have me improve.
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A week had passed since that first encounter with Gina and Maria. However, not one of those days went by without me replaying some part of that incredible night through my mind. It was like a drug. It kept pulling at my mind. I needed my fix. But I was not going to be the first one to send a message to our new WhatsApp group. I had decided to not appear needy. I would wait for them to message me. Thankfully, it had not been a complete sexual drought. My wife responded favorably to my advances a couple nights. It had been plain fucking, as always. Me on top, her on top, cum, clean up. No foreplay, no oral, no talking. But at least I was getting some. And midweek a co-ed who could not pay her tab had sucked me off to cover part of her accumulated debt in my café. But in spite of getting more than most guys, I wanted more. I wanted more of Gina, in particular.
It was a rainy Tuesday morning, and I was on my way to drop the kids off at school before heading to my café to get ready for the day. I open the café at noon, so generally, between dropping the kids at school, and opening time, I have a few hours to kill. I spend some of that reading, sometimes accompanying the book or online erotica with a cigar or pipe. If what I find on Literotica is really good, sometimes I have to jack-off before I open the café. Anyway, that Tuesday morning, as I turned the corner to the kids' school, my phone chimed. Once I had dropped them off, I checked the new message; it was from Gina.
"Isra, buen día. FB tells me u r close. ¿Es verdad? I live in Lakewood, on Elm."
I quickly responded in kind, mixing Spanish and English as I typed, "Si, mi diosa. I am close. I just left mis hijos at Lakewood Elementary. ¿K haces ahorita?"
Seconds later, her response appeared, "Ven a visitarme. I am lonely, and hungry. I will make u breakfast." Then, before I could confirm my acceptance, she continued, "I am in the 4 story on the corner of Elm St and Spruce Ave, #308."
She was only a couple blocks away. In less than a minute I was parked across the street from her building. It was a drab, plain affair, like many of the low-rent apartments built in the 1980s. I walked up to the main entrance, and pushed the buzzer for suite #308. In less than a second, the lock opened and I went in, and not seeing an elevator, began to climb the stairs up to her suite.
When I got to her door, I knocked, and she called from inside, "Come in, Isra, it is open." As I entered, I saw a humbly but tastefully decorated apartment, with a hint of a Hipster vibe. I walked into the kitchen, and saw her standing before the stove, stirring something in a frying pan. My cock stirred at the sight. She was in a yellow terry-cloth robe with black satin trim and a black satin belt holding the robe closed at her waist. She wore no skirt nor pants, her long shapely legs naked and smooth. The yellow of the robe paired perfectly with her olive skin. On her feet were a pair of very tall open toe stiletto shoes. The high heal gave her calves the most incredible definition. Her black, curly hair shone with moisture, indicating that she had just stepped out of the shower.
She smiled at me, her eyes flashing and her perfect teeth lighting up her face. She had already done her make-up. Then, she turned her attention back to the Chicharron she was boiling in a red salsa. I approached her from behind, and wrapped my arms around her, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, before kissing her neck.
"Oh, mi diosa, como te he extrañado," I whispered in her ear before nibbling her lobe.
