Another Valentine's Day spent alone. Okay, not quite alone. My gardener and his dog still live here. But he's sitting at the desk, staring intently at a pad of paper. He has already eaten dinner. Lentils and carrots and I don't know what. The bowl of food doesn't look the least bit appealing to me. I sauntered into the kitchen, looking for something better.
I heard a text coming to my phone. This was most likely some store telling me that my items had shipped. What I really wanted was to hear from Carlos. We'd had the best date ever! Then he canceled our next date, saying he was too tired. We'd do it another time. But that was over two weeks ago. Then no word back. Ghosted by Carlos!
Since then, I joined dating sites. Most are loaded with scammers. The legitimate looking ones who appeal to me are always far away. I've had enough of the online lovers. I want the real thing. I want to touch him, breath in his scent, stroke his hair. I want Carlos!
I felt something in the pit of my stomach. In my mind, I saw Carlos. Saw him smiling at me. Could it be? Maybe it wasn't Amazon after all. The food in the refrigerator became a blur. I shut the door and ran to my computer desk to check my phone.
Oh my God! It was Carlos!
"How soon can you be ready?"
"Ready for what?" I replied.
"You told me you wanted a burrito."
I didn't know what to think now. Carlos is a cook at two Mexican places, but when we spoke, I had used the word "burrito" as a euphemism for "cock". He thought that was funny.
"I've been dancing. I'm wearing a dress, and my ballet shoes."
He told me to give him my address and change the shoes.
My dress is a knee length, loose fitting sun dress in shades of pink. It was chilly outside, so I put on my fuzzy pink sweater and my pink sneakers with the roses on them. I was still looking in the mirror at myself when my gardener approached.
"There's some dude at the door for you."
"Oh that's Carlos!"
I grinned at my gardener. He chuckled. He had probably heard the story of the best date ever more times than he wanted to. He told me to be careful. He always does that. He's got my back!
Carlos stood smiling at me from the porch.
"I'm sorry I took so long to get back to you. I've been busy with work, and then the snow..."
He looked up at me with his shy brown eyes but he couldn't stop smiling. I put my arms around him and he drew me closer. I snuggled into the grey fleece of his jacket and felt so very happy!
His lips were on mine now, his tongue invading my mouth. My nipples stood out proud against the thin fabric of the dress. I shivered and felt my crotch getting damp. My naked crotch as I was wearing neither panties nor a bra.
He took my hand and led me to his car. Once seated, he put a red silk blindfold over my eyes. Told me it would be a surprise. I hate surprises. And this one really was!
The scent of rose filled my nostrils. The top of my dress was pulled aside by his warm hand. The softness of a rose being drawn across my breasts caused me to gasp. But before I could catch my breath, his lips were on mine again and his thumb and finger pinched my nipple, pulling and releasing. His milking my nipple was making my pussy gush. Each time he pulled, I grew wetter.
I could see nothing. I heard the engine start and the car pulled away from the curb. Although I have a poor sense of direction, I tried to take note of which way we were going. I saw each turn in my mind. Best I could figure, we were headed to Shoreline, where he lives.
The drive took longer than I wanted it to. He had some Mexican music playing, and every time the car stopped, I felt his hand on my thigh, stroking me closer and closer to my crotch. I could barely breathe. I needed relief!
My hand flailed around, wanting him. I ran it down his jacket until I found his thigh. I kept my hand there blindly, wanting so much more but knowing it wasn't going to happen. Not now anyway.
The car finally made its last turn. I could hear gravel crunching under the tires and I was pretty sure we were somewhere on Aurora Ave. But I wasn't positive as he left the blindfold on. I felt silly being guided by him like this. We went up a hill and through a door.
Warm air greeted me with the aroma of food cooking and my ears were filled with the sounds of people speaking Spanish. I don't speak much Spanish so I was pretty clueless as to what was being said, except for the names of some foods. His hand was on the small of my back as he guided me through that room into another. And then the blindfold came off.
It took my eyes a little while to adjust to the light, even though it was dim. We were in a bar. I had been here before. I had to think. Oh yes. It was a Mexican restaurant I had been to but not for many years. This must be one of the places where he worked. But... Something seemed weird. We weren't quite in the bar itself. But in a booth that was behind the bar, not totally visible to the rest of the bar.
Carlos kissed me on the lips, walked away, giving me a very nice view of his butt in his tight black jeans. Oh how I wanted to get into those jeans!
A few minutes went by. I sat in silence, wondering what would happen next and listening to snippets of seemingly faraway conversations filtering through my ears. Thoughts of Carlos tumbled through my mind. My stupor was shattered by the sound of an icy drink set on the table along with a basket of chips and pico de gallo.
Soon, he was sitting across from me at the table. He put my hand between his, stroking my palm and fingers and telling me how beautiful I was. He leaned over to feed me a chip.
The waitress came back with a veritable feast. The table was covered with food of all kinds. So much food, it was overwhelming. But food was not my mind at the moment. It was Carlos and his burrito!
He slid in beside me, picked up a fork and began feeding me slowly, all the while looking deeply in my eyes. His free hand stroked me here and there as we ate. It burrowed under my sweater, under my dress, caressing my shoulder, dipping slightly into my dress to feel my bare breast, pinching my nipple. I reached to stroke his thigh, my hand drawing ever closer to his cock.
He put the straw to my lips. I sucked down the icy bubbles which were soon replaced by his hot mouth. His lips and tongue danced against mine. His leg went over mine, parting my legs and his fingers found their way to my crotch. He spread my wetness over my clit and wormed a finger up inside of me. I tried to moan but his lips were clamped firmly over mine. I worked my hand over his cock, but he pulled it away, forcing another finger inside me and bringing me to orgasm.
It felt almost cruel as he took his fingers from inside of me. I wanted so much more.
"I have to go now. I have a big party to cook for. You finish your meal and then I have another surprise for you."
Once again, I watched his tight little buns walking away from me. I sighed. How long would he be? I picked at the food in front of me. It was all very tasty, but it was really Carlos that I wanted.
