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in Texas and New Mexico.

“Are you going to keep driving in this weather?”

I told her about the motel.

“You don’t want to stay there; it has bugs and mice. The health department has closed it down more than once. We have lots of room in our house; after what you’re doing for me, it’s the least I can do. My husband would thank you.”

“I couldn’t.”

“Of course you can. I guess living in Boston, you’ve never had arroz con frijoles.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s Mexican food. If I do say so, my chef make the best arroz con frijoles in all of New Mexico. You’ll see.”

She had a chef? That was intriguing. She also had a husband.

Once we got the gas in her car and returned the gas can, I followed her to her home.

Correction: mansion.

Newton, where I live is a very wealthy town with many huge, beautiful homes, Luisa Rivera’s home was larger and more elegant than any I’d ever seen. Mansion was an understatement. It had twelve bedrooms, a dining room that sat fifty and a ballroom. I parked my car next to Luisa’s in the eight car garage.

“Grab your bag and come with me,” she insisted.

A maid opened the door for us, “Señora Luisa, you’re drenched.”

“That I am. Helene, draw a bath for me, and have Sandra take Mr. Moore to the largest guest room. Make sure he has plenty of towels, and when he’s done make sure his clothes are laundered.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Adam, I’ll see you at dinner. Sandra will show you the way.”

“Okay and thanks.” I could use a shower; I was cold and soaked through. My clothes, drenched right to my skin.

I let the hot water cascade over me. It didn’t dawn on me that Luisa didn’t introduce me to her husband or her children.

When I got out of the shower, my wet clothes were gone. Thankfully, in my bag I had clothes appropriate for dinner at a fancy home like Luisa’s; not just a tee shirt and shorts.

Sandra, the maid, escorted me to the dining room. “Señora Rivera will be down shortly. Can I make you a drink?”

“Ummm, just a beer please.”

I was halfway through that beer when Luisa came down the grand center staircase. If you have a house like mine you have stairs to the second floor, not a center staircase and definitely not a grand center staircase.

She was dressed like she was going to a fancy restaurant. “I see Sandra’s taken good care of you.”

“Everything’s great. Much more than you needed to do.” A different maid handed her a martini.

“Dinner should be ready momentarily and before you go to bed, your clothes will be wash, dried and pressed.”

Again, I protested, “Luisa, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“And you didn’t have to stop in the rain to help a lady in distress.”

Dinner was fabulous; the best I’d had since I’d left Boston. Discounting of course, Mrs. Aldrich’s yummy pussy.

It was far more than arroz con frijoles, which I learned meant rice and beans. It was the first time I had Mexican food. Luisa was a fabulous hostess.

After dinner, “Adam, I’ve had a long, tiring day. I’m going to bed. Sandra will escort you to your guest room. Then along with the rest of my staff, she’s going home. Plan on staying for breakfast then you can get be on your way.”

You just know that if I’m telling you all this because there was more than sleep.

Sandra left a night light on in the bathroom for me, and a light on in the hallway. She closed my door most of the way.

I undressed, left my boxers on and climbed into bed.

I’d just dozed off when I felt someone in my room. With the door open and the hall light shining in, I saw Luisa Rivera pull her nightgown over her head. Clearly she was naked. By the time she joined me in bed, I was fully awake.

“Adam, my husband is in Spain on business, but even when he’s home, he ignores me. Isabella, my daughter, is four-years-old that was the last time Ramon came near me. I need the love and affection of a man.” She snuggled against me. “Please?”

You just know, there was no way I was going to throw her out of bed.

To be clear, since Cindy in high school, I’d never rejected pussy. Cindy Milson was high school cute. Mrs. Rikman was sixty; Marnie was middle-age chunky, Paula was roly-poly and of course Mrs. Aldrich was in her seventies. I wasn’t going to say no to the very attractive, even though married, Luisa Rivera.

We started kissing with our tongues. Luisa’s hand went to my boxers. “Adam, you know what I want. Let me help you take these off.”

By the time my boxers were off, my cock was hard. “Hmmmm, this is exactly what I need.”

There wasn’t much more in the way of foreplay before Luisa rolled me on top of her and guided my cock to her pussy. “Oh Adam, it’s so good to feel a cock again. Your cock. I’m not fragile. Fuck me hard.”

There was enough light to see her body. Naked and up close Luisa Rivera was beautiful. Her tits were big, but not too big and they were firm; topped by nipples as black and as big as her eyes.

She was a good fuck; a great fuck; the best fuck I’d had, but I wanted more.

As we banged each other, “Luisa, I’d love to eat you. Please?”

“I-I-I-my husband hasn’t in . . .”

She didn’t get the rest out. I took my cock out of her pussy, slid down the bed and replaced my cock with my tongue.

Mrs. Rikman taught me well. Marnie gave me further instructions, and eating Mrs. Aldrich’s old pussy was like getting a PhD. in pussy eating. Luisa was the recipient of all I’d learned.

“Oooooooh, ooooooooh, ooooh Adam.”

What is beyond yummy? If old Mrs. Aldrich had a yummy pussy, Luisa’s was even tastier. I was enjoying licking her slit and pussy hole. Lick, lick, lick, my tongue was busy. For a while I stayed away from her clitoris. That’s how good her pussy tasted, and my cock was still hard from the fucking.

As I ate, it crossed my mind. In California there were probably thousands of Latina college girls, and if I found Luisa’s thirty-something, after three kids, pussy delightful, I couldn’t even imagine how good teenage and twenty-year-old Latina pussy must taste like.

“Adam, there, I need your tongue there.” Her finger pointed toward her clitoris.

Of course, I knew where ‘there’ was. My tongue gently massaged her clitoris. I could feel it getting engorged by the second.

I don’t know much about women. Do they have pent up orgasms. I mean if Luisa was telling the truth and her husband, nor anyone else, hadn’t touched her in over four years, did that mean she had over four years of orgasms waiting to explode? I didn’t know.

What I did know is that there seemed to be an explosion first in Luisa’s body as she writhed, bucked and humped my face. Then her pussy became more juicer than anything I’d ever experienced; not that I had all that much experience, but you knew that.

I lapped up all those juices. “You have the most delicious pussy, Luisa.”

“And for a boy, you have the most wonderful tongue. I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s not arroz con frijoles and it’s not whatever that was that your chef prepared, but Luisa I can’t imagine I’ll have ever have better tasting Mexican.”

“Mexican men call it a taco, not a pussy. Once you see a taco, you’ll understand why. Can I convince you to eat my taco some more?”

I didn’t say a word; I just went back to her pussy. Back to her slick slit; back to her juicy hole; back to her sensitive clitoris.

Fifteen minutes later, Luisa was begging for my cock. Begging isn’t the right word. The words ‘demand’ or ‘insist’ work. So does ‘order.’ As in “fuck me, Adam. Fuck me right now. Give me your cock, now.”

The fucking was incredible. We rolled around the bed. The headboard banged against the wall; the bed actually moved a few inches on the hard wood floors.

I assumed that we were the only ones in the house; Luisa was so loud and I have to admit that when I came, I grunted and groaned louder than I ever had.

We snuggled for a while when we were done. “Adam, I’ve never felt like that. If you give me a minute, there’s something I need to do. After what we just did, I hope you don’t mind.”

She got out of bed naked and left for a few minutes. Damn, her ass was nice.

She walked back into the bedroom a few minutes later and turned on a light. She was indeed beautiful. Those lovely black nipples atop her almost perfect tits, even after three kids. The beautiful blacker than black bush that I loved having my face in.

“Just so you know, I texted my staff. I told them to take the day off tomorrow. Adam, I won’t take no for answer, I’m having your cock for breakfast.” She laughed and joined me in bed. She put her phone on the nightstand.

Her hand went to my cock. “I don’t remember much about teenage boys, I was a virgin when I got married, but what I remember hearing is that it didn’t take much or long for them to be ready again.” She went down on me.

It was a masterful blowjob. “Adam, your cock was so good to suck; I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

Oh, I did.

Luisa continued, “my husband was upset when we first married because I didn’t know how. Then when I got better, he was upset because he said I sucked cock like a whore. He didn’t mean it as a compliment. No matter what I did, I couldn’t satisfy him.”

I was satisfied.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms. She whispered, “I still want your cock for breakfast.”

She did and I had pussy in the morning. Luisa had my cock in her pussy and in her mouth; I had her pussy in my mouth. In the daylight, I thought it was beautiful and told her so. “Adam, my husband never told me my taco was beautiful or on the rarest occasions when he ate me, he never said it was delicious.”

At the moment I was between her legs. I ran my tongue up and down her slit. “Luisa, your pussy is delicious.”

“You mean my taco. Do you mind if I do something?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Luisa picked up her phone.

“I’m texting my staff. They can have tomorrow off, too. I know you won’t object,” she giggled and pushed my head back into her lush bush.

We rarely left the bed. We did shower together. It was fun soaping up her tits.

And, “Adam, if I’m going to have your cock in my mouth. It needs to be clean.” She got on her knees.

It wasn’t enough for Luisa to wash my cock. To my joy, while on her knees, she admitted “I just have to suck it.”

There was fucking, sucking, pussy eating. She liked being on top with those gorgeous tits almost in my face.

Luisa liked being fucked like a dog, too. “Guau guau" she barked. “Guau guau guau.”

Later, she told me that’s the sound dogs make in Spanish. “My older, married girlfriends told me that Mexican men like their women to bark when they’re getting fucked like a dog.”

There was a lot of “guau guauing.” It sounded like “wow-wow” to me. I’d never fucked like that. I learned to love it. Loved to watch her lovely ass move.

There was also a lot of sucking and pussy eating.

Then it was time for me to leave. Luisa told me that her kids spent the weekend with their grandmother on the other side of Albuquerque. They’d be home Sunday afternoon; it was Sunday morning.

“Adam, my plan for the weekend had been a spa treatment, instead I got my taco massaged. It was so, so much better. If you ever drive through Albuquerque, perhaps on your way back to Boston you have my number. And my taco will be anxious for another massage.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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