On the next Thursday, I excitedly awaited Elena’s return, but mom never left the house while Elena cleaned. We both seemed a little tentative and awkward now.
Eventually, we got a minute alone. I awkwardly stood across from her in the basement, as she came down the stairs. “Hey.” Elena purred, teasingly. She quickly crossed the room and met my lips with hers, kissing deep. As quickly as the kids began, it ended as she swept back across the room. “We can’t do more with your mother here.”
Her eyes drifted down below my waist. “Put that away for now.” She giggled before returning to cleaning. A moment later, a laundry basket followed by my mom began to descend the stairs. I looked down and hastily tucked away my dick, that heavily rented my shorts. I snuck back upstairs and took care of myself dreaming of Elena.
The next week, I talked mom into trying out a new yoga class that partially overlapped with Elena’s next visit. When Elena showed up, I answered the door, trying to be seductive.
“Good morning.” She smiled as she walked in. “Hi Elena! Um. Nobody is home but us.” I burst out and flushed when she looked taken aback.
“Oh, alright. Let me take care of some cleaning first.” With a wink, she continued. “I can take off my clothes while I do it.”
I had to fight off that image with the reality of the moment. “Sorry to rush everything, but mom will be home in a half an hour.”
“Oh, so you wanted to go quick while your mother was away.” I held my breath hoping for her to finish. “Sounds sexy. Let’s do it.” Enthusiastically, I grabbed her hand and we ran up the stairs.
In no time, we were falling onto the bed kissing. I ran my hands up and down her sexy, latin body, sliding underneath her baggy t-shirt and pulling her out of her jeans. Once fully naked, I kissed down her body. I licked her nipples and traced down between her thighs.
Her pussy was slippery, wet when my tongue found it. My first licks elicited soft moans, and when my licks went from exploratory to determined, her moans grew louder and her english blended back into her more natural Spanish.
“Soy lista!” I tried to focus on her Spanish, but I struggled translating on the fly while eating her. She lifted my face up, and her look told me everything. I scrambled to grab a condom and slide it on. When I turned around, Elena had flipped onto all fours with her ass into the air. “Perrito!” She wiggled her round, Latin ass.
Fuck, this sight was beautiful. I wanted to admire for longer, but I was on a time crunch. I pushed into her wet slit from behind. I definitely didn’t have to worry about lasting too long inside her.
“Que rico!” She called as I took luxurious deep strokes into her. “Fuck, you feel good,” I sighed. I began to pick up the pace until I was drilling into her, while Elena happily shrieked in Spanish, building until she burst out into ecstasy. Her slit gripped hard onto my dick as wetness splashed out and dropped down my thighs and balls as I thrust hard.
After her pleasure peaked, she fell forward onto the bed. I followed in for kisses and Elena rolled on top of me. “Mira Mira” She straddled me, and began to grind her hips on my dick. Her hips moved in less of a twerk, more the hip swaying merengue. I tried to grab her hips, but she swatted at my hands. “No manos. Mira!”
She straightened up and continued to dance on me, Her arms up behind her head showing off and her tits bouncing hypnotically. “Te gusta?” I nodded, entranced. I felt the pressure building as my eyes devoured her body. Her pussy squeezed and shifted lustily as her words made me hot and pushed the pressure to extreme levels. “Dame tu leche!”
I got the gist of what she said, but couldn’t hold off any longer anyway. Her swaying hips pushed me to an eye-rolling, back twisting climax. “Fuck!” I moaned as she continued dancing until I was well past peak and very sensitive. “Bien? Good?”
“Very bien. Mucho good!” I responded, a little disoriented. We both lay on the bed in afterglow, until we heard a sound of an approaching car. It was my neighbor instead of my mom, but we still hastened to dress.
“I gotta work.” She kissed me. “Can you get your room for me? Thanks!”
I pretended to look busy when my mom finally got back. I watched Elena work. She just have known I was watching because I don’t remember her needing to bend over as much during work, but I’m sure we both were thinking of our earlier session.
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