The smell of Asopao de pollo filled my angry lungs, yelling at my stomach to shut up its yammering and unlawful eating of itself. I walked down the street to where the aromas met the air, wishing for alcapurrias or coquito flan. It was eighty degrees and some long braided mother or sister or wife or lover was cooking soup. Scents of chicken permeated the air and I continued my gait of glorious summer afternoons.

Tiny white frills from the cottonwood trees floated around my hands, around my feet. I walked with a smile in my flowing flowered summer dress, nodding like a gentleman to the Palitos and Ortegas as they tended to their little chubby children on front porches and behind open windows. My head bobbed to the motion of my walking body. I was white and blotchy with dabs of red and pink in a sea of brown.


The sun put halos on flat after flat, with gangways in between, flashing moments of clarity and toothless children in shorts with bare feet. I laughed at their playfulness, drawing Puerto Rican hopscotch next to the front-yard gates that are never locked. They�re only there for the night, only to make people think they cannot get in. This moment was so different from the night, so tasty. I knew it would be night by the time I got to you, and I enjoyed the last strings of sunlight as I climbed up your stairs.


It wasn�t you that was cooking the soup, as your blue faded apartment smelled of lavender lilacs and dill. There was something cooking but it wasn�t us�yet.


I was invited in and complimented with the sway of your red hair.


�You look so beautiful. It will be a moment before I ravage you.�


You were looking through the mail, and combing your hair, looking up at me occasionally, through the smoke of your cigarette. Your fingers grabbed it and sent it sailing down to the 50�s style ashtray with golden guilded accents in the shape of jesus stars and small dots. The mail dropped out of your hand and you started to come to me, sitting at the dining room table. I don�t think you could resist my open legs, with my hands hanging, blocking the view of pantiless decisions from that morning. I�m sure it was dark because the sun was almost all the way down and the only candle was ready to burn out, but I�m sure you could tell anyway.


I walked over to you, two inches taller than me, once I took off my shoes.


I watched your Capri pants drop to the floor with the simple pull of one string and my insides twitched at the sight of your purple string-bikini undies. You extended your hand leading me to the back of the apartment where your roommate�s room was. You slept on the couch mostly, even though she was gone three weeks out of the month. But the comfort of her room and her bed, next to a love seat and a vanity, with all the rose linens and sweet smells of perfumes was intoxicating to you. The romance bloomed more in that room than she probably ever knew.


My hand was on the right cheek of your half clothed ass caressing the outer rims of the lace. My finger peeked in as we reached the doorway.


Your hair behind your ear leaped towards your nose as you bent down to grab the bottom of my dress. I looked down and saw the small of your back between the panties and your shirt. There was a tattoo of a butterfly that disappeared when the dress came up, over my tits, over my shoulders, over my elbows, over my head, over my hands. I was naked, two steps away from the rose daybed by the window. Your lips immediately went for my left nipple, which I think you favored. I�ll never be sure. The right did not care, with the squeeze from your left hand�s thumb and forefinger. The sensation of saliva on my breast, after not seeing you for so long, sent in the first round of cum. I felt it push itself out, ready to be absorbed by your incredibly soft tongue.


I pulled off your shirt, in the most awkward way possible and you said some words in a giggle. We bumped heads as you slid your panties down to the floor. Actually, there was more talking than I�m mentioning here. There was a lot of talking. Mostly dirty words, all captured from weeks of agony of being alone in beds or couches. Like fireflies, we wished to let them go before dying. Excited at our voices, we gently touched each other�s mouths and breasts. Pinching. Licking. Rubbing.


I licked your tongue as we fell onto the daybed, half on half off. I pushed you closer to the edge and you shocked me with a surprising maneuver, spinning around to bring your mouth to my contiguous wet lips, burying your mouth in my juices. I pulled your legs open and moaned, half drooling with want. I tasted your salty perfection, gently licking the small folds, finding your pulsating clit. Your whole pvssy moved with excitement, contouring to the shapes of my mouth, my tongue. I imagined your muscles sending impulses to your brain as I inserted one finger and then two. I didn�t remember that just as I was trying to break you down, you were on the other side invoking sexual demons in me. My entire lower half was becoming numb with pleasure. I rubbed my fingers slowly, divinely over the skin around the fleshy wet mass of pulsating life, down to your ass, also wet. You squealed and bit me. Not hard, but hard enough to make me shiver, thinking of your teeth on my nipples. Our sixty-nine let us become one person, one being, getting itself off. I licked your clit in that one spot (yes, only you and I know that spot, slightly to the left) for three minutes, continuously, without missing a beat. I tasted your cum on my upper lip, smelling sweetly of boiling water. The combination of the sounds you were making, along with your slick fingers gliding in and out of me, some fingertips teasing my ass, and your tongue moving dexterous on my clit, I came with you. Both or our faces were wet, I looked up and arched my back to give you some space to breath. My body climbed around and my arms met your shoulders. Burying my face in your neck we panted for a few minutes, whispering things to each other between pants that sounded like burned digital sounds in my ringing ears.


I felt like I could eat a twelve-course meal after our hungry silent but sexy discourse. I do remember you asking me if I had eaten.


I said yes but no.

Oh yes baby !

Hey there sweetiedarling (great name!) welcome to Freddy and Eddy and the boards. Thanks for the wonderful story. Lush, atmospheric and hot! Write some more soon, please.