All that afternoon at my café I couldn't stop thinking about Gina, and what I had said to her as I had departed. I had told her I loved her! Did I mean that? How could I? I barely knew the girl. Yes, I loved her lust for life and her lust for lust. Meeting her had reinvigorated me. All day I kept thinking about the next morning, how I would visit her again, after dropping my kids off at school. She was like I drug. I was hooked.
But I did not have to wait till the next day. That evening, there she was, just before closing. It had been a slow day at the café, the wet weather keeping people away. But it did not stop her. She walked in just as I was about to lock the door. As always, she was wearing a pair of insanely high heels. She had on a raincoat that covered her to her knees. Despite the coat, she was still a statuesque figure.
"I need more," She said to me, with a beaming smile, as she walked across to the coat rack to hang her coat, adding as she went, "I couldn't wait. No puedo esperar. Necesito sentirte dentro de mi."
Then, she shed her coat, revealing what she wore underneath. She had on a sinfully short skirt, and a very tight top. It was obvious that she wore no bra. She turned, and I took her in my arms, kissing her hard, almost cutting my lip on her teeth. As we kissed, we groped, my left hand on her tits, hers on my ass and cock. My right hand travelled down to her ass, and lifted her skirt, pleased to find she had no underwear. I squeezed her ass, and brushed my fingers along her labia from behind.
Then she stopped me and said,
"There is something I always have wanted to try. What is your largest cigar?"
I though a moment, and then went to the cigar boxes for a large, unlabelled Mexican cigar that I had bought my last trip there. It was a 62 gauge cigar, with a maduro wrapper, and measured about 6.5 inches in length. I reached for my cutter and lighter, but she stopped me.
"I don't want to smoke it yet," she said with a sly smile. "I want you to fuck me with it first."
And with that she slithered out of her skirt, and pulled her top over her head, walking over to a table where she bent over and spread her legs. Looking back at me, she continued, "And then, we'll smoke it. Ok?"
How could I resist? I had always wanted to try this.
"It's called a ceviche robusto," I told her, stepping over to her and putting my hand on her ass.
"Hold this," I said, handing her the cigar before kneeling behind her and beginning to tongue and finger her pussy. "We need to get you ready," I said between slurps. She tasted musky sweet, with a bit of a hint of peppers. I detected a hint of perfume, too.
It did not take long for her to cum. She was on fire. She came in less than a minute, flooding my mouth with her nectar. Her pussy was not tight like it had been in the morning. I figured that she was still loose from fucking me and then her boyfriend in the afternoon, although there was neither smell of cum nor any sign of it, just her musky sweetness and perfume. She had obviously showered just before coming over.
