*This is the second part of my adventure with Sara, a busty Latina I met thru Tinder who sucked my cock during a hike. You can read that story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eci4fp/deepthroated_by_a_sexy_latina_in_the_great/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf), hope you enjoy!*
After our adventure in the woods, Sara and I kept up a flurry of text messages that ranged from the mundane (dinner plans, roommate drama, etc.) to the overtly sexual (sexting, flashes from the back room at work, solicited dick pics). But due to our busy schedules, we hadn’t found time to meet up since our hike.
Dinner plans finally got nailed down and we agreed to meet at a nice Asian fusion spot that was not too far from her apartment. At 6’4”, it’s always been a tough time finding a suit that fits, but I’ve managed to accrue a few over the years that highlight my broad shoulders and sturdy build. It had been a while since I had been on a fancy date, if I’m honest, I was a little nervous despite the fact that I had already shot cum down Sara’s throat while we overlooked the Pacific Ocean the week before.
Maybe it was because I was a little nervous, but I arrived early for our reservation and ordered a manhattan at the bar before being ushered to our table. I tried not to fiddle too much with my phone as I waited for Sara to arrive. Before too long I saw her walk into the room. She looked amazing. Black heels that accentuated her shapely legs, a tight, maroon pencil skirt that sat just above the knee and a cream colored blouse that clung to her curves. Her long, black hair spilled down over her shoulders and her makeup accentuated her full lips.
Trying not to let my tongue unfurl and have steam come out of my ears like a cartoon wolf, I stood as she walked to the table and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. The table we were sitting at was in the corner of the room and we ended up being wedged together slightly instead of sitting across from one another which suited me fine because it gave us the chance to people watch and talk about all the other patrons of the restaurant.
Drinks arrived, food was ordered, Sara and I talked about life, the universe and everything. After the food arrived we dug in, enjoying the food, the company and the soft candle light. Polishing off my meal, I took the opportunity of our unique seating arrangement to put my hand on her thigh. Nonchalantly, she spread her legs slightly as I ran my hand up over her nylon-clad knee and toward the hem of her pencil skirt. Other than the slight spread of her thighs, she made no indication that she noticed I was inching ever closer to the underside of her skirt.
Sparkling conversation continued and I finally worked up the courage to run my fingers just a little further up her leg. To my surprise, I touched the textured lace of a stocking top and smooth, warm flesh beyond.
While I had been mildly horny since she walked in the room, this sent my mind reeling and my cock swelling in my suit pants. I resisted the urge to shout, “Check Please” then and there, but I think Sara could read my intentions on my face and we grabbed the check and headed out of the restaurant.
I put my arm around her as we walked back to her apartment, enjoying her warmth and the difference in our heights which made it easy for me to wrap a long arm around her shoulders. My eyes followed her swaying ass in her pencil skirt up the stairs to her apartment and by the time we got to her door, my cock was ready to burst out of my pants.
As the door closed to her apartment, I pinned her up against it and kissed her deeply. She made a low, pleased purr and ran her hands up my sides under my suit coat. We moved to the couch, me pulling off my suit coat, and her unbuttoning several of the buttons on her blouse, her lacy black bra showing the tops of her D-cup breasts.
Kissing down her chest and over the tops of her breasts, I hiked up her skirt over the tops of her stockings to see garter straps and an almost invisible black lace thong that matched her bra. She uttered another satisfied moan as I kissed down to the tops of her stockings, my breath hot on the inside of her thighs. I knew I had to taste her right then.
I pushed her thong to the side with a crooked finger and ran my tongue up her rapidly dampening slit, swirling around her clit a few times before returning down to taste her folds. She began making louder and louder moans as I darted my tongue in and out of her pussy, dipping a finger in and curling up for her g-spot.
Her pencil skirt was up all the way around her waist now, her legs spread out to the sides and her tits spilled out of the lacy bra. I grabbed her ankles and brought her legs up over my shoulders, her heels bouncing off of my back as I dove deeper into her pussy. She groaned even louder and I increased the pace.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh fuck,” she moaned. Her pussy was dripping wet and her legs started to clamp down over my shoulders. I pushed the pace even harder, alternating between her clit and her pussy. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, yes, don’t fucking stop,” she shouted.
I wouldn’t dream of it, I kept up my technique and felt her pussy flood, her legs like a vise around my head. She bucked hard on my tongue and finger, letting out a long cry of pleasure. She held herself there for a moment, her legs wrapped around my head, shuddering and letting out small squeaks of reverberating satisfaction.
Sighing, she slid her legs off of my shoulder and I stood, my cock straining hard against the constraints of my pants. Sara reached out and caressed its silhouette as I began to unbuckle my pants. This time I had not forgotten the condom and was ready to fuck this incredibly sexy Latina with her tits spilling out of her bra and her skirt hiked up over her ass right there in the middle of her living room.
Suddenly, we heard keys in the lock of the door. “Oh shit,” Sara whispered. She frantically pulled her skirt down over her stocking-clad legs and fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Unsure of what to do, I just stood there, my rock hard cock at full mast but still contained by my slacks.
Sara’s roommate pushed through the door with a bag of groceries in her arms. She was taller than Sara, maybe 5’8” with a messy bun of blond hair atop her head.
“Oh hey!” She said, putting her groceries down on the table, “I didn’t know you were gonna be home, I hope I’m not interrupting…” As she said the last word her gaze clearly fell to the massive tent I was pitching in my pants. I stammered, “Oh, hi, I’m BrumeAgricole,” and I walked around the couch to shake her hand which, in retrospect, probably only made the boner situation more awkward.
Sara was pretty embarrassed at being caught in flagrante, “Oh no, it’s all good,” she said, smoothing the front of her skirt, “we were just about to leave.”
Hooking her arm through mine, she led me though the door and out into the doorway, my hard cock softening to half mast and my balls turning a deep shade of royal blue.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eh87wx/eating_out_a_sexy_latina_in_her_living_room_mf
So hot!