An Expats Life and Love
Chapter 3

Copyright© 2015 by Ombligo

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Moving to Central America, a man and his wife had plans to live a life as expatriates. But an accident tears the dream asunder and leaves a man alone in life except for the teenage daughter of his housekeeper. They must continue on together with no one but each other to hold close. They soon become closer than either expected.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/ft   Consensual   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Hispanic Female   First   Oral Sex   Petting  

She was so beautiful.

Lying on my bed, she looked like a dream. My heart was pounding in anticipation as I dropped to my knees and started kissing my way up her leg. I'm not sure Anita knew what was coming but she seemed to be enjoying the new feelings and experiences. I know I was enjoying myself.

I kissed up her thigh and across her mound to go down the other leg. It was so hard not to just dive in and taste her. But I refrained and moved with deliberate slowness. I stole a glance up her body and she was pinching her nipples and pulling at them mimicking what I had done earlier with my mouth. Her breathing was hard and I could hear her moans and soft words.

Once again, I had reached her mound and this time I intended to stay there for a while. I gently used my hands to open her knees and move my face in to start.

The first time I ran my tongue from her rosebud along her slit to her clit, she nearly knocked me out by slamming her legs back together several times.

Her taste was fresh and sweet, nectar much too good for an old leech like me. It was a taste I will dream about for many years to come. Her skin was smooth and pink inside; her clitoris was still small, but very sensitive. I could get my tongue into her pussy hole all the way to her virgin barrier. Soon that would not be an issue.

I continued to lap at her pussy drenching my face in her juices during the process. With each pass of my tongue, she came closer and closer to her first orgasm. When I finally sucked her clit into my mouth she went over the edge.

Her body went tense and she began moaning and crying 'si, mas; si, mas.' Then the tidal wave of feelings fully hit and she began thrashing around screaming in her native tongue 'MAS, MAS, POR FAVOR DIOS, ALLI JUSTO ALLI, BESO DE MI CONO, TAN BUENO POPI, TAN BUENO!'

It was hard to stay in place but I held on to her hips and enjoyed the ride. I lost count how often she came but it wasn't hard to tell when she finally could not handle anymore She went limp, passed out from exhaustion.

I reluctantly ended what had been one of the best times of my life. I placed a sheet over my Mayan princess and left her to recover while I went for a drink and to rest up for what would surely be an unbelievable encore when she woke up.

Living outside the states has benefits beyond a lower cost of living. Cuban Rum is one I discovered early and now I was enjoying some and deciding on dinner. I expected Anita would be hungry when she woke up and ordering a pizza delivery wasn't an option here. There were options though and I fancied myself a pretty good cook. Like any typical youngster, Anita had simple tastes but I also knew a simple meal could often be the most satisfying.

I found some ground beef and pork sausage, so with some onion and peppers from the garden I had the makings of a fine meatloaf. There were some plantains on the trees behind the house that could be fried, then mango smoothies for dessert.

Getting dinner ready kept me busy for a few hours and the meatloaf had about 20 minutes to go when I heard Anita stirring.

Wearing only her t-shirt, she came rushing out of the bedroom straight to me throwing her arms around my waist and nearly tackling me.

'Oh Papi! era tan maravilloso, mucho gracias, ' she said before kissing me. While I was appreciative and more than a little turned on, I was also conscious of the hot oil on the stove next to me,

Telling her to slow down and to be careful to avoid any danger, I fumbled a bit with my pidgin Spanish. 'Frenar el amor, tomalo can calma pare que nadie esta herido.'

Anita giggled a bit at my halting and basic ability to speak her language. She often laughed at my feeble attempts to speak Spanish, but I never took offense. I knew I sounded like the village idiot. I always regretted not learning the language but despite my efforts through the years, I had never done well. I had originally meet my wife during my college years when I needed a Spanish tutor. She tried hard to help me, but I was pretty hopeless. Besides, we found some better ways to occupy our time together back then.

'Dear, I'm making us some food and the stove is very hot. I don't want either of us to get hurt.' I repeated in English.

She looked at me and smiled, causing my heart to melt.

'Si, Popi, I am sorry.' She said.

'I'm not mad, no reason to say you are sorry, ' I replied. 'I just want us both feeling good later. Earlier was just a warm up.'

 
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