Chocolate Flava (Chocolate Flava 1)

She walked over to the rack to retrieve a fresh towel. Walt slowly removed his shirt and gym shorts until he was down to the thong-like jockstrap.

“C’mon, that, too,” she said as she stood there with her hands on her hips.

Walt was hesitant. He wasn’t quite sure about getting totally naked.

“Come on, I’ve already seen you naked,” she said with a stern look on her face. She shook her finger at him and said something in Spanish. She really didn’t need for him to get completely naked, but she wanted to check out his body again and this was a good excuse.

Walt, realizing he was getting aroused by her demanding behavior, turned his back and slowly removed the jockstrap. Her hard stare at his body made his penis start to react to the situation and he quickly lay on his stomach to hide the hardening erection from her view.

Her hands felt soft and firm as she worked the muscles of his back and shoulders. She knew what she was doing, and Walt soon relaxed and let her work out the stress in his neck, shoulders, and back. When she reached the lower back, he wondered how much farther she would go. She kneaded his buttocks and thighs and worked his legs from his calves to his feet. The sensations were heavenly and Walt could feel his prick bulging beneath his stomach. Usually he would be giving the massage to some woman as part of foreplay. But Conchata was all business as she worked his tired muscles and he was able to get his mind off her body and sex.

Finally, she gave him a playful slap on his backside and told him to “hit the showers,” sounding like his old high school coach. Walt got up slowly and grabbed the towel to cover his still rigid erection. He thanked her and headed for the bathroom. Conchata watched as he padded out of the room. She noticed that his large erection bulged out prominently, even with the towel wrapped around his torso.

The following week, Conchata had moved her things into his place and soon had Walt’s home in tip-top shape. It looked like the home of a successful black executive bachelor.

However, despite enjoying her presence, Walt had trouble sleeping at night. His thoughts and dreams were usually about the fine specimen that was asleep down the hall. He hadn’t even gone out with any of his old girlfriends since she’d started working for him. Conchata would tease him about the lack of dates and he would play it off, saying that work kept him too busy at the moment.

Walt enjoyed the Latin-influenced dishes that Conchata cooked and he even showed off by cooking some of his specialties for her. He looked forward to her surprising him with a new dish every so often. He was very surprised at her maturity, intelligence, and grasp of current events. He’d never before spent as much time talking politics with a female as he did with her. Despite her young age, Conchata had matured rapidly due to being the oldest and living a hard existence in Panama. Things were much better for her and her family now that they had moved to America.

One night a thunderstorm awakened Walt. The loud claps of thunder rattled the entire building and lightning flashed through the window as if a fireworks show was just outside the window. Suddenly, a loud bang occurred and it even scared Walt. Without warning, the power went out and it was totally black in the room. Walt heard a knock on the door and before he could answer, Conchata bolted through the doorway into his room. Walt could hear her whimpering and he got out of the bed and stumbled in the darkness toward her sobs to see what was wrong.

“Are you okay?” he called out. He motioned in the darkness, trying to find the wall or the door. Suddenly he felt something soft and warm and he realized that he had grabbed Conchata’s breast.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I couldn’t see you standing there.”

She fell into his arms, sobbing at this point.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of thunder.”

He chuckled at the thought of her being afraid of the lightning, or maybe it was the pitch-black darkness of the place.

“I am,” she said, sniffling. “It reminds me of the bombing in Panama during the Noreiga capture. I was a young girl when it happened and the bombs were all over the place.”

Walt felt bad for making fun of her and he tried to soothe her by telling her that he was there to protect her. They just stood there for minutes holding each other. Soon her sobbing subsided and Walt told her she could stay with him until the storm was over.

“You lie down on the bed and I’ll sit here in the chair,” he said as he released her. But she clasped him even tighter. “No, please don’t leave me. Please hold me till it’s over.”

Walt decided not to argue. He got on the bed and they snuggled together. The warmth of her body and the faint scent of her perfume felt intoxicating to Walt. He could see from the occasional flashes of lightning that she was wearing only panties and a bra. The lacy bra was a low-cut model that revealed a lot of her ample cleavage. He tried to get his mind off that, and soon they both drifted off into a catnap.

Walt drifted in and out of consciousness. He dreamed that there were hands stroking his chest. But it was not a dream. Conchata slowly reached over and grabbed Walt’s hand and placed it on her backside. She continued rubbing his chest and playing with his nipples. He was now wide awake as he felt her descending to his stomach and navel area. By now, Walt was sporting a throbbing erection, and if her hand went any further south, she was bound to collide with it. He wasn’t sure where this activity would lead, but he was enjoying every moment of it. He stroked her soft behind and slipped his hand beneath the waistband to feel her soft butt in the flesh.

She began to kiss his chin and neck softly. Her hands had moved farther down and found his penis pulsating with excitement. He moved up to unclasp the back of her bra and at that precise moment, the lights came on. The sudden brightness in the room from the hallway blinded them momentarily, but soon he could see her breasts, which had spilled out from her bra. The beautiful brown nipples had very large and dark aureoles surrounding them. She looked at his huge veined penis protruding upward from his shorts. They both hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next, but Conchata reached up to kiss him and soon their tongues were working feverishly against each other.

They continued their deep kiss for a few minutes, then Walt moved down to tackle the beautiful brown titties. They were even more immense than he had realized, as his eyes had now adjusted. He cupped her titties in his hands as he worked his tongue over the firm buds. Her nipples had become more erect and they felt like extra-large raisins in his mouth.

Conchata had a firm grip on his penis and was stroking it up and down.

“Oh, papi, your pene’ is so huge,” she said, referring to his penis in Spanish once she had gotten a good view of it in the light.

Walt knew that every woman had been either in awe of or repulsed by his nine-inch penis. Some could not accommodate something that huge. Thick as a Polish sausage, the width presented even more of a problem.

Conchata moved down to rub the head of it, which was oozing pre-cum, over her nipples. The texture of her nipples sent a surge through Walt’s body. She then placed the huge dong between her tits and Walt moved it up and down between the valley of her luscious jugs.

“How big are those tatas?” he asked, pretending he knew the Spanish word for titties.

“I wear a 38DD cup,” she said. “I was always the biggest in my class.”