I'm a woman in my thirties. I like my clerical job at the local hospital and my creative endeavors on the side. Though I've gotten my fair share of compliments in life from past lovers and heckling construction workers, I'm far from perfect in appearance, only an eight. But I do stay fit and keep up the basics, hair, nails, skin, and etc. I may be too short for some guys, or may be my breasts are not big enough, who knows? I don't go to bars alone, but I do everything else alone, shopping, cafes, art openings and the beach.
I was married briefly to a really good man with some issues he needed to work out but I was selfish and impatient and divorced him. While separated, I secretly hoped he would 'fight' to get me back. He didn't. I don't blame him looking back on it. And he is much better off with his new normal suit-wearing wife that comes from a good family. He addressed his issues successfully and became an inspiration for me to do the same. We still talk.
I swore after that fuck up that I would be more patient and understanding in relationships and really give myself up to someone. Well the next time I did, it was to a fellow co-worker and the hottest sex I've ever had in my life was with him in a hospital. We both worked there.
My lover Enrique and I would steal away whenever we could and fuck. We fucked everywhere imaginable, from behind bent over a bed in an empty patient room, in an occupied patient room's bathroom and several times we almost got caught. Once after riding Enrique in a hospital public bathroom while he sat on the toilet, we had to come out one at a time and people waiting.
I don't know if you'd call Enrique Hispanic or not. He wasn't a Mexican. He was a true Spaniard from Barcelona, what south of the border is called Castilian. It was so hot. While he was fucking me he would speak gutturally to me in Spanish. I loved having him talk dirty to me at work. The things he said to me when he was inside me was hot. I would walk around all day with a wet pussy. It was so bad one day, that one of the patients smelled my arousal and got an erection.
We fucked everywhere...in my car, on counters at home, quietly with people in the house, had domination role-play, used every technique and device we could think of...ice...fingers...we fucked with our clothes on first and we'd both be dripping before he'd finally stick his cock deep inside.
One of our favorite positions was 'The milk and water.' It's performed on a chair with no arms. Enrique would take a seat and I would climb aboard, but facing away from him. We started with him touching me as I guided his hand to my pussy. Then when we were both turned on enough, he'd raise me up and lower me down on his erect cock. Then I'd rock back and forth until I gave us both a really explosive orgasm. What's great about it was that we had great foreplay as well as great sex. And it can be done anywhere you have a chair.
And this man was the hottest kisser. It always felt so good, so right, when his mouth covering mine, his hands framing my face. To have my pride falter long enough to cause me to reaching up to grasp his wrists, holding on as I let my needs flow into the kiss. To press my lips against his, pouring every scrap of my tattered emotions into it. My arms enfolded him even as my body swayed seductively towards his.
Off balance, he'd drag my head back and plunder. His hands always skimmed beneath my blouse, seeking the warmth of my bare flesh.
So many feelings, too many feelings, would bombard me. All I wanted was to fill myself with the taste of him. But there was more. He wouldn't just take the kiss, but all the emotions that went with it. When he'd kiss me I'd feel like I was drowning in it, it was so strong and heady flood that u couldn't fight it.
He didn't just kiss me. He treated my nipples to a feast of passion as well. His kisses always turned into a journey down. Enrique would start his downward journey slowly, hardly seeming to move. With kisses and light love bites, circling inward until he captured my nipple. As he sucked, he'd use his tongue to bring me to delirium. By then my breath would be in gasps and my energy would be flowing out through my breasts, pouring out in passion and urgency.
I would beg him for his cock and for him to fuck me and to let me lick the cum off his cock. He'd lick me after shooting in me. He was so uninhibited and sexy that he ate pussy better than anyone I've ever been with and he didn't care what time of the month it was. I kept myself clean for him all the time.
Enrique would spread my legs wide and like a magnet his eyes were drawn to my crotch, a thing of beauty, trimmed so neatly and glistening with the wetness I already felt. Gazing upon what he called the most perfect pussy that he'd ever seen. My opening expanded and contracted a little as he explored my pussy with his fingers, tongue, eyes. My panting breath lifted and dropped my tight stomach and abdomen and a low, beast-like growl emanated from deep down within my throat, and he felt me shudder a little in anticipation as he gently touched me, as he opened it up and describe it to me. He said that I had a surprisingly small pussy, just a thin slit down under and some puffy folds of flesh on top. As he rubbed my clit, my pussy would gap open, wet and inviting. He compared it to a delicate rose, sensuously opening and presenting its dew-covered petals as an offering to the morning sun.
Obviously Enrique didn't just lick my pussy. He played it like a fine violin. Somehow, Enrique always seemed to windup between my thighs watching the delicate lips of my pussy pulsing slightly with the rhythm of my breathing and he could never resist gently blowing in it. I'd always giggle because his warm-breathe always made me quiver.
After kissing his way up my thigh, Enrique was never unable to resist flicking his tongue out and gently caressed my slit. Moving up, he'd covered my body with his. I'd struggle for a second but when he'd start kissing and nibbling my neck, I'd calmed down. He'd cup my firm breasts and as he gently kneaded them my suddenly hard nipples would rub against his palms.
Our kiss seemed to make my skin get hotter by the second as his tongue caressed the puff pink lips of my fresh fucked pussy. As he separated the moist lips of my usually cum filled pussy the taste increased and so did my moans. He would have me so turned on, gasping and moaning uninhibitedly as I withered sensuously all over the bed. Enrique talked explicitly, telling me how great it was having his mouth on my pussy.
Enthusiastically he'd lick my throbbing clit until I was screaming in ecstasy. As I bucked wildly in a fit of total sexual pleasure, he'd be holding onto hip to keep me in place. Reclining back on the bed, I'd spread my legs as wide as I could in an attempt to give him better access to my waiting pussy. Backing off, he lovingly ran his tongue along my milky white flesh, licking the crease where my legs connected to my torso. Then he moved back softly kissing the moist flesh of my womanhood, then running his supple tongue up and down the length of my slit.
