She reemerges, winding those sexy hips better than a Jamaican woman, with the Licor in hand. The brazen blaze in her eyes has a tremor racing down my spine.
“Stand up and strip for me.”
Following her directive, I rise. Off go the blue jeans, then my blue sweater.
“Them too,” she demands, tugging at my red-and-white Snoopy boxers. “I want to see what I’m working with tonight.”
A nervous laugh escapes me, as I roll down my shorts.
The brown torpedo is at attention.
“Aaayyy, Papi, is that all for me?”
“Yes, Alicia,” I mumble.
“Hmmm, I can’t wait. But for now, you must close your eyes and dance with me.”
As if on cue, “No me dejes de querer,” a sexy Estefan cut, fills the moonlit evening. I feel its pulse, and pull my Spanish kitty close. Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers have nothing on us, except clothes.
“Keep those eyes closed,” she reiterates.
Slowly, I nod. Shit, I’m on the brink of overheating. Wait, where is she going with my fingers? Ooh, shit…That feels so good.
“You like that, Guillermo? You like the way Mamá sucks on your fingers?”
“Yes…I do.”
She does them one, two, three at a time, submerging them deep in her mouth, leaving a teasing trace of her sloppiness on each of them while sucking the sense out of them. Is this a subliminal message as to how she’ll handle something bigger?
She pulls me close once more. Ooh, what’s this oozing down the side of my face?
“Mm, Guillermo, you’re my chocolate sundae.”
These candles, this liqueur on my bald head, running down my body, her free hand massaging me as we share a forbidden dance…I feel the fear of fulfilling a fantasy melting…melting…mm, I love this shit.
“Pour some more on me, Alicia,” I say.
That’s it, baby, make a nasty mess out of me.
Now it’s your turn.
Like Daredevil, I am blind, but my other senses are stronger. Let me get that bottle…got it.
“Didn’t think I would find your soft hands with my eyes closed, now did you?” I brag.
“Make me sticky, Guillermo.”
I’ll do her one better.
Pulling her into my blaze, our lips peck once, twice, thrice, then part in exploration of the oral pinkness within our fire. Finding the sources of our arousal, first gently, then urgently, the tongue wrestle is ravenous. All the while, I am pouring the sticky solution upon us.
I’m feeling Alicia shudder from the electricity between us. Those hips grind against me, hard and steady, the momentum of her dance building by the beat. My dick is as hard as a black diamond, and the peaches surrounding them are drawing tight.
You do mix Licor 43 with milk, right?
Because I think I’m going to cum…
Not yet.