LATIN LOVER

Pablo and I had been corresponding for several months and had been

struggling to find a time and place to finally meet face to face when

our busy schedules subsided a little bit. It was months before I had the

courage to send him a picture so he would know what I looked like. I was

apprehensive as to whether he would find me attractive and desirable or

fat and frumpy. It was the hardest thing I ever did to mail that letter

with my picture to him. I waited anxiously for his response and when I

finally talked to him again I was relieved that he found me attractive

and desirable. He reciprocated by sending his picture to me. He was so

beautiful, tall, dark and handsome. His bronze skin was highlighting his

Latin beauty. His noble profile accentuated by the raised fist and

bottle of Budweiser in his hand in the picture he sent. That picture

told me more about him than all our conversations could have begun to

say. After that initial curiosity was satisfied, I felt I could move

forward wi th the relationship and perhaps this would be one that we

could both benefit from.

He revealed his occupation to me and I was impressed and flattered that

he took time from his busy day to call me or write to me. His voice was

so sexy, loving and passionate. We discovered we had much in common

family wise, value wise, and sexwise. We wanted to meet and explore each

other mentally, physically and sexually so after a while we arranged to

meet halfway between our homes at a restaurant, knowing we would end up

eventually in bed. I was almost to the meeting place, reminiscing about

the diff erent things we had discussed, the beautiful letters I had

received from him and the loving messages he left when he couldn't reach

me. I adored him and wanted to share our fantasy so we would have a

special experience to take with us until the next rendezvous.

Finally I reached the restaurant. There he was! God he was gorgeous! My

heart skipped a beat! He knew me immediately and his smile beamed as he

walked toward the car to open the door for me. I paled next to his dark

skin. Would I be sexy enough for him?

"Hello darling," he said as he took me into his arms and kissed me

passionately. "I didn't think today would ever come." He said as he held

me next to him.

"I know, my love, neither did I.....but here we are....isn't this

wonderful?" I said.

"Yes it is......let's go inside and relax as we get something to eat,

okay?" he suggested.

"Sure." I responded, wrapping my arm around his waist as we walked into

the restaurant together. He leaned over and kissed the top of my head as

he opened the door for me. God he was so "physical"! Could my heart

stand this! Hey, I'm fearless!

We ordered our food and chatted about our drive to the meeting place and

what we had been doing at work, our families, etc. As we ate, our eyes

were glued to each other. We knew what was going to happen when we left

this place, but we wanted to make this meeting a memorable experience

and more than sex, since our love was built on something other than sex,

and we became more familiar with each other's idiosyncrasies, twitches,

glitches, etc. The electricity was obvious. My love juices were dripping

in an ticipation of lying next to this tall, dark hunk of man, my love.

How did I get to be so blessed to have him in my life. I wanted him so

badly. He slid his hand under the table and moved it slowly up my thigh,

feeling the heat of passion in that deeper crevice. Higher and higher

his hand went, until his fingers felt the dampness between my thighs. He

slipped his finger underneath the crotch of my panties and into my wet

nether lips. I thought I would faint at the table, but I managed to

maintain my composur e. He withdrew his finger and placed it at his

lips, sucking the moisture from the tip. He nodded his head, signaling

for me to touch him so I slid my hand to the front of his pants. He was

rock hard. God I wanted him right then and there! He winked at me.

"About done eating?" He asked.

"Done." I said, moving out of the booth toward the door.

He followed, paid the bill and we headed toward the parking lot. As he

approached my car he took me in his arms again, kissed me deeply,

pressing his hardness against my soft belly. People were staring at us

but we didn't care. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them as I took his

ass into my hands to pull him closer to me. I was dripping wet...I had

to have him, but I didn't want us to get arrested.

"Let's go to the hotel room, my Latin King." I suggested.

"Yes, my love." He responded.

We drove to the hotel and checked into our rooms. Pablo and I had

fantasized a Master/Slave relationship and we wanted to play it out. I

agreed to be the slave in the fantasy as long as no "pain" was involved.

I wasn't into that scene. Pablo agreed.

"Get on your knees, slave." He ordered as soon as we shut the door.

"Yes, master." I replied.

"Follow me to the bathroom." He ordered.

"Yes, master." I complied, crawling behind him on my knees.

"Stand up and remove your clothes." He commanded.

"Yes, master." I removed my dress, unbuttoning it slowly and letting it

drop to the floor.

"Turn around." He ordered. "I'll take off the rest."

"Yes, master." I replied.

He slid my bra straps down and unfastened the bra, pulling it off one

arm then the other. He reached around and took my large breasts into his

hands, squeezing them and caressing them, all the time kissing me on the

back of my neck and pressing his erect member against my ass.

"Bend over." He ordered.

I complied. He seemed to enjoy watching the gravity pull my breasts

toward the ground. He ran his hands down my back, tickling my spine

lightly. My back is very sensitive and he knew this. I tried to maintain

my composure but it was hard. My labia was dripping, my nipples were

hard and my heart was going a million miles an hours.

"Spread your legs." He commanded.

"Yes, master." I replied.

He slipped his hands between my thighs and felt the dampness of my

crevice. I was drenched! He slipped one finger inside, then two, then

three, in and out, in and out, until my knees were weak with

anticipation of his hard manhood.

"Mmm....so tight....so hot.....so wet...." he commented. He slid his

erection along my nether lips slowly teasing me, torturing me. . My

love juices were pouring from my swollen lips. He gripped my waist and

rammed his penis into my pussy to the hilt! I came immediately! I came

again......and again......and again.....bucking back into his erection

feeling his testicles slapping against me harder faster....harder,

deeper...faster and faster until we both reached climax together and he

released his jism i nto my already saturated vagina. We stayed in that

position for a few seconds locked together in ecstasy then he pulled me

up and turned me around to face him.

"I love you my darling...you and I are going to explore a lot of

fantasies before we depart." He told me

"I know, baby......next time YOU are the slave." I responded, with a

wink.

Tired from the long drive, we agreed to take a little nap before

resuming our attempt to live out every fantasy we had revealed to each

other in our letters and phone calls. We slipped under the sheet and

fell asleep in each others arms, Pablo was lying on his back as I

wrapped my arms around him, holding onto his semi-erect penis as we

drifted off to sleep.

I awoke first, Pablo's penis still in hand. It was so beautiful, so

brown, the purple head peeking at me through my fist. I slid my hand

down to caress his testicles. He stirred a little, but quickly drifted

back into his dreams. I slid my hand down his thighs, feeling the

smoothness of his skin, and back up to run my fingers through his pubic

hair and over his tummy. He seemed dead to the world, the drive must

have worn him out, poor baby.

As I lay there in his arms, I took a good look at him. His thick

eyebrows enhanced his beautiful dark eyes, his noble nose accentuated

his full lips and beautiful teeth. Here I was! Lying in his arms! He

turned toward me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me a little

closer to him. He kissed my forehead lightly and once again drifted off

to sleep. With my head against his shoulder, I basked in the scent of

him and the scent of sex on his lips. I slid my hand down between my

legs and felt the wetness there. I slid my finger over his lips. His

lips were slightly parted and I smeared my love juice along them.

Subconsciously, he slipped his tongue out to taste me. His hands moved

to my breasts and he began to caress them, moaning as he did it and

pulling my head toward him even closer. He slipped his hands down my

back to my hips and finally over my belly to my labia. His fingers

played with me clitoris as he showered my face with soft kisses, holding

me close to him with the other arm so that I was willingly trapped in

his arms. After a few seconds, he brought me to orgasm, held me again

as we fell asleep again.

He woke up first the next time. I awakened to find him straddling me

with his truncheon above my face. It was time to play again.

"Hey, You're the slave this time." I reminded him.

"Oh, that's right....sorry." he responded meekly.

"Go run my bath water.....I want you to wash me." I commanded.

"Yes mistress." he replied.

"Don't you dare put any clothing on either...I want to watch you walk

around naked. Wait...come here first and stand in front of me, eyes

down." I ordered.

"Yes mistress." he responded as he walked toward me, eyes down.

I reached out and took his erect member in my hand, weighing it, so

heavy, so beautiful. I slapped his testicles lightly. His penis began to

bob sporadically. I took it into my mouth and began to suck, nibbling

and licking the tip of it slowly. He became rock hard, almost gagging me

as it touched the back of my throat. How delightful! I pushed him back

from me.

"Go run the bath water now...walk in front of me so I can watch your

erection jutt out in front of you." I ordered drooling over the gorgeous

creature I had at my command. I reclined on the bed watching him and

waiting for his signal that the bath was ready.

"It's ready now mistress." He offered his cock still rock hard as he

stood at the end of the bed watching me rub my pussy slowly spreading

the lips so he could see the pink rosebud inside. His eyes widened as I

spread my legs even farther slipping a finger into my glistening hole.

His erection was an arrow aimed at me. It was so beautiful. He never

took his eyes from me.

"Watch me, but you can't touch." I ordered, enjoying every minute of this

torture.

"Yes mistress." he replied. Before long he began caressing his stiff

member slowly, then faster.

"Stop it!" I ordered. "I'm not ready for you to touch yourself yet."

"Yes mistress", he replied, lowering his hand to his side, his eyes

glued to my fingers as I caressed my clitoris, increasing the movements

faster, faster, as I became wetter and wetter.

"Come here." I ordered. "I want to suck your cock."

"Yes mistress." he replied, walking to the bed slowly.

"Climb over me so your balls are hanging down on my chin." I commanded.

"Yes mistress." he replied. He moved up from the bottom of the bed,

sliding his hard pole against my thigh, belly, breasts and finally

situating himself over my face. I took his member into my hand and

guided it into my mouth. I wanted to feel him in my mouth. I reached

around to grab his ass and guide him in and out of my mouth as I sucked

hungrily to devour him. He took my hair into his hands and guided me as

he pumped into my face, slowly at first, then a little faster and

faster. When I sensed he was getting ready to spill his seed, I pushed

him away.

"Not yet." I said. "Bath time....follow me." I said as I slid out from

under him and walked toward the bathroom. He followed close behind, with

a raging hard-on. I slipped into the water.

"Wash me." I ordered him.

He complied, starting with shampoo to cleanse my hair. He dampened my

hair with water from the tap and began to massage my scalp with the

shampoo, slowly, then increasing the pressure and movements until a good

lather was worked up. Next he washed my back and moved around to wash my

arms, lingering on my elbows, he bent to kiss me. I let him. His

erection was still raging. Occasionally I would reach up and caress his

penis and balls, much to his delight.

He moved downward and began to wash my feet slowly one at a time, taking

my toes into his mouth and sucking them as he tickled me lightly on the

inside of my thighs. He moved upward and washed my labia, still swollen

in desire. He looked at me slyly, knowing how much I was enjoying this,

smiled and winked. He slipped the washcloth through my legs and washed

my ass, teasingly inserting his finger and making me gasp. Next he

turned on the shower so I could rinse off the lather.

"Come to me." I ordered.

He slipped into the shower with me.

"Fuck me." I ordered.

"Yes mistress." he responded, lifting my leg so that he could slip his

erect penis into my waiting cleft. His arms held me, one around my

waist, the other under my leg, as he pumped into me slowly, easing it in

and out of me.

"Fuck me hard!" I ordered.

"Yes mistress." he responded, increasing the movement of his penis in

and out of me, pumping harder, deeper, faster, all the while kissing my

neck as I held onto him for fear of collapsing. I moved against him,

matching him stroke for stroke. I couldn't get him deep enough. I wanted

to absorb him into me completely. We kissed passionately as our bodies

bucked against each other, alternately grinding ourselves into each

other, until we finally reached climax together.

The water slithered down our bodies, rinsing the sweat of our passion

away. We stepped out of the shower and towel dried each other, then

decided to get dressed and go for a drive to the nearby beach.