This writing is dedicated to Maria, the beautiful, exciting Latina who captured my heart and mind. The following story is about an experience I had with online dating, where I first met Maria. The scenes and experiences are enhanced and embellished for the erotica read, but the baseline, some dialogue, and Maria are very much real.
Rick scrolled through the online profiles, browsing the eligible women on the dating site on his screen. He paused at several women, then kept scrolling until his eyes landed on the beautiful Latina with the tempting red lips and bright smile. He read through her details, picking up on anything that would match what he was looking for in a woman. He grinned, then smiled, intrigued by her personality in her words and description. Interested in learning more, he scrolled back to the top and clicked on photos. Now his cock responded, distracting his thoughts about the beautiful Latina and MILF. Each picture he clicked aroused him more. Though her pics were tasteful, nothing overtly sexual like some women posted, she showed class, yet oozed sexiness. From her poses and outfits, her hips, and deep cleavage, he could see she was blessed with curves. He needed to get to know this woman.
He thoughtfully sent a simple flirty introduction in the hopes of a response. The wait was torturous while he continued to scroll the profiles, unimpressed with the other female opportunities. When the reply alerted him, he quickly went to his inbox. Her flirty, sweet response turned into a string of replies and an hour of chatting. She asked wonderful questions and complimented his profile in kind.
Rick knew she was comfortable with him enough to ask bolder, arousing questions to see what she was thinking and how sexual she truly was. She was quick with her replies, adding a few "blush" to let him know he was making her blush with his personal questions. But her swift responses and confessions about her confidence with her curves he found even sexier.
The long chat sessions over the next few days turned very personal, and more erotic as they shared more about each other's desires, cravings, and experiences, or lack thereof. The playful way she asked him personal questions aroused him every time, and he knew she needed to know how aroused he was. What she didn't know was that he had his fat cock in his hand through every conversation. Until she asked.
The next day, they were on their way to meet for dinner. She already knew his fascination with her curves, and she was prepared to drive him crazy. Having never dated a white man before and being a conservative Latina mom, she didn't want to send the wrong message while still making him squirm. She decided on a light brown, front-zip, long dress. She liked how it hugged her curves while still leaving some to the imagination.
As soon as he saw her walk in, her hips swaying, her smile brightening up the room, their eyes locked, which made his cock stir. He stood, greeted her with a casual light hug, and then took his time to admire her in her dress openly in the restaurant, making her blush. "Wow, you look stunning!" he grinned.
"Well thank you, sir," she blushed.
"Sir?" he thought. "Must just be her Latin charm," he thought, grinning at her. They had a fun flirty dinner, with lots of smiles, laughs, and light touches. Each time he made her smile and blush, it made him want to make her blush more. As they finished their light dinner, "How about a stroll and window shop with me?" he asked.
"That sounds nice," she agreed.
They walked out of the restaurant, and she soon had her arm through his as they made their way down the decorated lit pathways. They people watched, laughed, flirted and he made her blush with every comment about her dress and curves. Standing in front of a small boutique window, She confessed to him how much she enjoyed hearing him compliment her curves.
He smiled and turned her around by her hips, so they both looked into the large boutique window. They could see each other's reflection, she was already blushing while he smiled. He noticed a black cocktail dress on a mannequin in the store, "You and your curves would look amazing in that," he whispered in her ear.
"Oh god! Really?" feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "I'm not sure about that," she said nervously coy.
"Sure you would. It would compliment these curves nicely," gripping her hips in both hands tightly.
"I've never dated a man who enjoyed my curves as much as you do."
"Oh, I am crazy about your curves. Is that okay with you?" he asked, his fingertips now caressing over her tight dress.
"Of course! This is wonderful," she confessed quickly.
"Yeah? Can I do something to build your confidence more then?" he asked. His warm breath on her neck.
"Ah uh," she sighed.
He slid his hand off her hip, around to her tummy, and up her big chest. Taking the zipper in his fingers, he gave it a slow slight tug, pulling it down between her breasts, while keeping her bra from being exposed.
She watched his hand move over her body in the window reflection, wanting to stop his hand, but frozen, curiously excited. "Oh god," she gasped, watching her zipper going down.
"Much better," admiring her exposed cleavage. "Cleavage like this should be admired and shown off. Don't you think?"
"If you do," she managed.
"We'd have fun taking you dress shopping," he chuckled.
"I'd like that. I've never had a guy take me shopping or even help. Although, I'm a little nervous at what you would pick," she giggled.
Rick laughed out loud with her, enjoying the moment. He turned her back around, facing him, his hands still on her hips, pulling her close. "Would it be okay to kiss you?"
She looked up at him, her big brown eyes full of energy and excitement. She bit her lip and nodded, looking up at him with her submissive eyes.
Their first kiss turned into a deeper kiss on the sidewalk under a street lamp. Their tongues swirling, moaning into each other's mouths as his hands wandered over her body.
When Rick pulled back, breaking their kiss, and licking her saliva from his lips, she blushed again.
"I wasn't expecting that tonight," she blushed, her breathing heavy. "I should probably get home," she said nervously, still looking up into his eyes.
"Your lips taste better than I imagined," and winked. "Let's get you back to your car," wrapping his arm around her.
At her car, a goodnight kiss and pleasantries about seeing each other again turned into another make-out session. This time his hand caressed her hips and her fingers caressed the back of his neck. They continued their kissing and touching until a set of headlamps broke their attention and they both laughed.
"That was nice," she admitted bashfully.
"Yeah?" he asked with a wink. "Well, you are free to kiss and touch me anytime your sexy Latina self wants," he encouraged with a smile.
"Deal! And so can you!" she blurted.
"Don't start tempting me with that already," he teased. "You better get home, and I will call you tomorrow. I need to go take a long hot shower now," and laughed.
"Oh god!" she gasped, putting her hand over her face to hide her blushing than ever hearing him say that.
