This is my first story, and it is true, mostly. I have embellished it, and changed the girls' names. I hope to write more stories soon, and as such, I covet your feedback.
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Her name is Gina; she is 23 years old, in a common-law relationship and she studies political science at a local community college in night classes, and until recently, she was unemployed. My name is Israel, I'm 38, married with two children, and the owner-operator of a small café not far from the university. This is the story of our first encounter; she made a great first impression.
Gina is Mexican. Her parents immigrated (legally) when she was 12, so she still has a thick accent. She is not tall, only 5'3", a little heavy, with the most impressive curves. Her legs are long (for her height), beautifully shaped, with small feet, narrow ankles, curvy calves, and thighs that get steadily thicker as they near her thick, plump ass. She knows her legs are one of her better features, and it´s obvious that she knows. She often wears her jeans a little too tight, or skirts that only come half-way down her thigh. I have never seen her in shoes with a heel less than 6 inches in height. Her ass is plump and her hips are wide, which off-sets the fact that she is a bit over-weight, making the fullness of her abdomen proportional, and still allowing for an hourglass body.
Her breasts aren't enormous, nor are they firm; maybe a C-cup. But she shows them off, always wearing deep-cut or open blouses, allowing everyone who will look a glimpse of her cleavage. She is incredibly photogenic, with dark skin, plump lips, a brilliant smile, perfect teeth, large, brown-black eyes, and the most incredible hair, so long it reaches almost to her ass, even with the tight curls. As I would find out later, when wet, the length of her hair is astounding.
I am Mexican-American, but you would not know it to look at me. I am 6'3", blond, with a thick strawberry-blonde beard. In my youth I was in good shape, but years of sedentary jobs have taken their toll on my physique. Now overweight, I tip the scales at 260 pounds. Due to my height, it is not so obvious how overweight I am. My eyes are hazel, I wear glasses, and walk with a slight limp (caused by a horse-riding accident in my youth). My mother was from Norway, and my father, from northern Mexico.
I met Gina when she and a friend came for a cup of coffee. My café is one of the few businesses near the university that allows smoking. Hell, we encourage it. We have a few boxes of Mexican and Nicaraguan cigars that we sell by the piece, an a couple cheap blends of pipe tobacco, and some low-end pipes. We also have a bit of liquor under the counter that we reserve for our better clients, or those late nights after we are closed.
Gina's friend Maria had long been a client of the café. Pretty, but not beautiful, Maria and Gina could easily pass for sisters, with Gina being the much prettier of the two. Nonetheless, Maria has a great body, being slenderer than her friend, curvy, with slightly larger breasts. Like Gina, Maria is of Mexican descent, with black curly hair, and lighter skin.
Maria ordered them their coffees, an Americano for her, and a Latte for Gina, and then they wandered over to the cigars. I prepared them their coffee, and Maria selected a cigar, then took out her cutter, cut, and lit it. She looked at me directly in the eyes, and said to me, "Te amo, si."
I winked, knowing she was flirting but also commenting on the cigar, and replied to her double entendre, "si."
"Isra, this is Gina," she told me, introducing her friend. I leaned in to kiss her right cheek, the traditional Mexican greeting, and inhaled. She smelled sweet, like peaches. My cock stirred.
She and Gina went to sit down in a corner table, sharing the cigar, laughing loudly, and at times, touching a little more than one would expect from friends. As the clock ticked past 9 pm, I locked the door from the inside, told the remaining clients that I would not kick them out, just that I did not want anyone else coming in. I then took the garbage out the back door, turned off the street sign, poured myself a tequila and coke, and went and sat down with the girls, but not before slipping off my wedding band and putting it in my pocket.
I knew Maria better, and we had been flirting for a long time, and so I wanted to sit beside her, but she was on the end of the bench, with her oversized knock-off purse beside her. So, I sat beside Gina, placing my glass in front of me, and setting a cigar and my lighter on the table.
