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My Latin Blossom, a Dream Cum True

Followed my Latin Dream into Starbucks.

As we entered,
She turned and said,
“You’ve followed me all over the mall,
Staring at my butt,
The least you can do is,
buy my coffee.”

This was the first glimpse I had,
Had of her from the front,
The face of a Latin Flower,
A blossom of perfectly shaped red glossed lips,
Framed by gorgeous black hair.
Below was cleavage,
Showing a hint of barely contained,
Breasts,
That were this man’s dream.

Quickly I answered,
“Hot.
Your coffee, I mean.
Well, actually,
Both.”

Flustered.

In that moment of my embarrassment,
She looked me over,
Thoroughly,
Noticed the bulge in my pants,
And,
She laughed,
Then said,
“Yes,
Hot,
Sweet.
The coffee, I mean.
Well, actually,
both.”

Equally flustered.

In that moment of her embarrassment,
I caught her eye,
She saw me glance at her cleavage,
Her tits,
I licked my lips,
Bit them,
Nervous laugh,
And ask,
“Cream?”

She looked directly into my eyes,
Lightly licked her lips,
Twice,
“In my coffee, no,
But later, yes,
Definitely yes.”

And blushed.

As did I.

Ordered.
Carried both coffees to a table in the dining hall.

Ask,
“This OK?”

Looked at me,
At the table,
Back at me,
At my crotch,
“No.
I’ll drive,
You hold the coffees,
My place is about a minute from here.”

In the car,
A coffee in each hand,
As she drove,
Her already short skirt,
Rose even higher on her thigh,
Put the coffee in the cup holders,
And my hand on her leg,
A quick catch in her breathing,
A smile directed at me,
Again a quick lick of her lips,
My hand moved higher on her thigh,
Found the top of her stocking,
Followed that edge around to her inner thigh,
And felt,
Her panty,
Moist.

I looked into her eyes,
Smiled,
Raised my eyebrows,
Ask,
“Already?”

Her reply,
“I don’t know what was in your mind,
As you followed me in the mall,
But I know what was in mine,
And it’s been,
Already,
For at least the past,
Half hour or so,
And judging by the,
Bulge in your pants,
Yours is clearly,
Clearly, already too.”

As we entered her apartment,
I sat the coffee on the table,
She shut the door and said,
“You’ve been staring at mine,
Drop those pants and let me have a look at yours.”

My pants hit the floor,
So did her skirt,
My bulging shorts,
Faced her wet panties.

As I slipped my feet out of my shoes and pants.
I pulled my shirt over my head,
Her blouse hit the floor just before my shirt,
And her bra landed on top of them.

Instead of reaching for my own shorts,
I grabbed the sides of her panties,
Kneeling down,
Pulled them down her legs,
As she raised her foot to step out of them,
She presented her moisture glistening,
Latin black hair hidden cunt to my mouth,
A blossom which I found a most inviting,
Host for my tongue,

She grabbed my head and pulled my,
Mouth tightly against her waiting,
Opening,
I licked,
Teased,
And used my tongue to massage,
Her clit and lips,
Enjoying her eagerness.

It was certainly ready.

Suddenly I found her lifting my head,
Pulling my mouth away from her quivering cunt,
To that other mouth,
And its tongue,
Which quickly found its way so deeply inside my mouth,
That it seemed heeded down my throat,
While her hands,
Raked down my back,
To my shorts,
Grabbing them,
Holding them away from my body,
So that she could hooked their waist,
With her toes,
And shove them to the floor.

As her legs,
Both of them,
Simultaneously,
First raised to hook the waist of my shorts,
And then lowered as my shorts were pushed to the floor,
Smeared the wetness of her pubic area,
Down my front,
From navel to the base of my cock,
I felt her cunt lips,
Kiss my cock
As she slid and rocked herself against me.

For a moment our mouths separated,
Her moan seemed to ask,
“Like that?”
But could have as easily been saying,
“Like that!”

My only response was a moan,
That began deep within my very being,
And rose to shine through my eyes,
Mirrored in her’s,
Her fingernails had left their marks on
My back,
My butt,
Now they scratched their way back up,
Leaving more thin trails of redness,
Blood,
To wrap themselves around my neck,
Using that leverage,
She pulled herself up,
So that her feet left the floor,
Rather than kissing the length of my cock with her cunt lips,
She was now precisely aligned so that,
The head of my dick,
Was in perfect position to enter her,
She rocked her hips,
Up,
Toward me,
Inviting me to enter her.

As wet as she was,
My entry was easy,
Fast,
And hard.
Her breath announced that,
That was just perfect.

While our mouths remained locked,
And our tongues played with each other,
My hands found her butt cheeks,
Squeezing them as tightly as she was,
Squeezing my neck,
Grinding her mouth against mine,
With enough force,
Her teeth would bloody my lips,
Just as surely as mine would bruise hers,
I lifted her,
Stepped one short step forward,
Shoved her back against the wall,
Withdrew an inch or two from within her,
And drove in again.

Her legs wrapped around my waist,
Just as her arms now encircled my neck,
Both, holding me to her,
To their respective mouths.

Her moan of,
“Yes.”
Was all that I needed to hear.

I entered her cunt,
With force,
My pelvis grounding against hers,
Withdrew my dick.

I penetrated her,
As deeply as I could,
My aroused swollen genitals,
In hard contact with hers,
Retreated from within her.

I embedded her wet, waiting and willing cunt,
With my cock so forcefully,
That the slap of my balls,
Against her gave me pause,
Before I pulled back.

In again,
Her wet black pubic hair,
Mixed with my brown,
Sharing wetness,
Running down my legs,
Dripping from my balls,
Puddling on the floor,
Between my feet.

Out, only to impale her with my,
Now fully swollen cock,
Ready to loosen its load,
Within her.

Her whisper of,
“One more,
Just one more,
And then . . .”

Was lost in the,
Roar of blood in my ears,
As my orgasm exploded within me,
Delivering my fluids deeply within her,
As her contractions held me tightly,
Inside her.

Her legs loosened their hold around me,
She slid down,
Her back still against the wall,
Her wetness on my cock left a track,
As it exited her and trailed up her tummy,
Ending near her navel.

My hands loosed their grip on her butt checks,
Allowing my fingers to move one then the other,
Up her butt crack to end;
Resting on her waist.

Her arms loosened from around my neck,
Her mouth kissed my chin.
My neck,
And that hollow just where my neck meets my chest,
Before nestling itself against my breast,
And sighed, with a deep breath,
“Wonderful.”

Leaning against her,
Her, still pinned against the wall.
My chest against her breasts,
My cheek resting on the top of her head,
I answered,
“Yes,
Wonderful,
My Latin Flower,
As I dreamed,
While following you in the mall.”
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
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