Caramel Flava

I thought my heart would implode.

We froze—then gasped.

I looked toward the window. Before I said a word, my wife whispered, “Coño! It’s the sales reps!”

I swear the thunder rumbling inside me could’ve severed my rib cage. Both reps were walking toward the house but had stopped in front of the window to review a stack of papers the older woman held. All they had to do was turn to the glass, look up—and catch the last stages of our public porno.

Heat rushed across my face. I swallowed—but commenced the backstroke. We could see them—but they hadn’t seen us…yet.

Sonya pushed back into me. “We’d better hurr…ay, mierda”—her body jerked, then their knees banged each other—“I’m ’bout to…to come!”

She pounded her ass against me…gasping…cursing…moaning. I turned to the window. Shit! The reps started walking toward the door! Lost sight of them—but didn’t stop. Sonya’s mini-explosions had seized control of her body. I cupped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as spasms ripped through her. Her teeth nicked my finger. I endured the pain.

Uh-oh. “Ay, mierda” for me, too.

My stomach tightened, arms twitched, eyes shut. My head dropped between her shoulder blades, teeth clamping strands of Sonya’s hair. Heart booming…hips slipping and sliding…our faces pouring sweat. So fuckin’ intense.

My legs went limp. I lost balance momentarily, pushing my knees against the back of Sonya’s legs. The voices outside grew louder; I thought I heard footsteps. Couldn’t stop, though. Almost there. I gripped Sonya’s waist—then came with the force of a volcano.

A long-winded percussion of horns serenaded our coital finale. Voices were just outside; I could almost understand their words. For a second, I didn’t give a shit. Sonya and I were riding earthquake tremors—but a tap on the door shook us. I opened my eyes, swiping away strands of Sonya’s hair that had stuck to my wet forehead.

The front door opened, but still shielded them from us. Frantic, Sonya shoved me backward, slamming me against the bookcase. She stumbled, regained balance, and then bent to pick up her panties. My cock dripped semen on the bottom of Sonya’s dress and thigh as I struggled to pull my shorts up.

I saw the redheaded sales rep emerge from behind the door, so I ducked, smacking my face against Sonya’s left ass cheek. She slapped my arm, giggling.

“Hello?” one of the women said. I think she heard the ruckus. “It’s five minutes to six. We’re about to close.”

We bent down low and back far enough where the reps couldn’t see us—but I heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs. Sonya crawled onto her back while yanking up her panties. So much exhilaration in her pretty brown eyes. I stood, finally yanked up my underwear and shorts, and then pulled Sonya to her feet…just in time.

I heard the rep at the top of the stairs. “Excuse me,” she said. “We have to close up.”

“Oh…uh…okay,” I said, zipping up my shorts, my back turned to her. Breathe, breathe! “Give us a se-second. My wife…uh…tripped on the ottoman.”

I didn’t turn around. Sonya stood in front of me, trying to tidy up as much as she could. She finger-combed strands of out-of-whack hair that had covered her eyes, stuck to her forehead, and the sides of her face. Damn, we couldn’t stop giggling. Just like teenagers.

I hadn’t realized how much I missed Sonya’s hearty chuckles. Hadn’t seen so many smiles in a while. Her face exuded such a glow.

The redhead walked up to us. “Is everything okay?”

I grabbed Sonya’s hand and scrambled past the redhead. “Yeah. We’re fine.”

Sonya banged her knee against an ottoman, then stumbled into the La-Z-Boy. I caught her before her face collided with the cushion. She exploded in laughter.

When we reached the stairs, I turned, saw the sales rep lift her head, and noticed the puzzled look. I guess she was trying to figure out those sticky wet spots on the carpet. Before she could say a word, we jetted down the stairs.

The other rep was walking out of the living room when she saw us. “Hello,” she said, “how did you like this model?”

I pulled the door. “Love it! We marked our territory here. Can’t wait to come back!”

A gazillion wrinkles furrowed the woman’s head, but she still maintained that customer service smile. Sonya covered her mouth to keep from exploding.

“That’s…um…nice,” the woman said. “Hope to see you again soon.”

“Okay,” Sonya replied. She grabbed my arm and gave me the evil eye. “C’mon, you knucklehead.”

We darted to freedom, the hot sun almost sitting on us. Summer heat outside couldn’t compare to the inferno we’d created inside, though.

Sonya hotfooted a few feet in front of me. I looked down and noted a wet spot glistening on her calf. I didn’t say anything about it, just smiled. A little memento for my eyes only.