Chapter 2

Once we straightened our clothes up and looked presentable again, we got in our cars and I followed her home. She made it to her house without the car dying and I knew that her car was fixed, at least for the time being.

She parked her car on the concrete pad in front of her garage (the garage was still filled with boxes and furniture from the move), and I parked on the street in front of her house. It would be a decision that would soon have the neighborhood tongues wagging!

I had left my dirty coveralls back at the shop (I only bring them home once or twice a month to wash them and I never wear them home), so when Kelly invited me to have a seat while she went in and changed, I didn’t feel bad about sitting on her nice sofa.

While she was gone, I looked around her living room. She had very good taste and the things she had were thoughtfully picked out. She didn’t subscribe to any one style or period in her decor, she basically saw things she liked or could use and got them. Her house looked comfortable and homey, and I felt right at ease there.

She was gone for about ten minutes, I guess, and I was starting to wonder what was taking so long. But just as I was about to get up and check on her, I heard the sound of high heels coming down the hallway. Kelly’s whole house had hardwood floors so her footsteps could be easily heard.

It struck me a little funny that she had come home to change clothes, yet the sound I heard was distinctive – I knew the sound of high heels and wondered why she would be wearing them here in her own home. I waited for her to come around the corner and when she did, I knew why she wore high heels!

Kelly was dressed in a red and black open-cup bustier, a tiny black g-string panty, and black thigh-top stockings. The heels I heard were metallic silver six-inch open-toe platforms with delicate straps. Kelly was five-foot-five-inches tall barefoot, so the heels she wore brought her closer to my six-foot-two-inch height.

I sat there on the sofa in awed silence, my eyes bugging out and my bottom jaw on the floor as she walked slowly up to me. She looked every bit like a Victoria’s Secret girl as she walked with that sexy crossed-legged stride the girls on the runway use.

“Wow Kelly! You look ... wow!” I said.

I was completely at a loss for words as I looked at this goddess. Kelly was a stunner the other day when we first met, and she was just wearing “casual around the house clothes”. But now, dolled up for me like this, she was beyond spectacular!

“You like my outfit?” she asked. What an understatement!

“Are you kidding me? You could give a statue a hard-on!” I said.

“Aww, thank you, John. I’m glad you like it,” she said. As she spoke her emerald green eyes shined like the jewels themselves.

I stood up and she stepped forward into my arms. “So John, how about you? If I can give a statue a hard-on, how am I doing with you?” she cooed.

I spun her around so her back was to me and pressed up against her. At the same time, I reached around to her exposed and very impressive tits taking one massive globe in each hand.

“You tell me. What do you feel?” I asked. I began mauling and squeezing and playing with her tits as I pushed my hips into her.

“Mmm ... I think somebody wants to come out to play!” she said.

She wriggled her ass back and forth across my bulge and when it had settled into her asscrack, she moved up and down on it. “Yes, somebody is definitely waking up and ready for some fun!”

She laid her head back on my shoulder as I continued to caress and play with her tits. I sank my fingers into the soft, pliable flesh and rubbed my thumbs across her stiff, meaty nipples.

Kelly responded by putting one hand on my arm and the other she raised up to stroke my cheek.

“Oh, Johnny ... Oh, I love to have my tits played with! You don’t know how much of a turn-on it is!” she moaned softly.

Of course, this only encouraged me and I began rolling her nipples between my fingers and lightly tugging on them, adding these tricks to my repertoire.

With my hands working her tits and my cock threatening to burst out of my jeans to ravage her, Kelly was getting quite excited. I could hear her breathing faster and I could feel her tremble in my arms. She was grinding her ass back at me, teasing me and making my cock all the harder.

I released one tit and slid my hand down over her bustier to where it ended below her navel. She gasped when my hand found bare skin again but moaned a moment later when my hand slipped under the front of her almost non-existent panties.

“Oh God, John!” she groaned as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

The hand that was on my arm now moved down to cover her pussy over her panties. It was a subconscious signal that she wanted my hand to stay – which is just what it intended to do!

As my fingertips brushed across her clit, she sucked in a shocked breath which she released a second later when my fingers found her dampening slit and slipped into her hot, wet depths.

“Oh, God John! Oh yes! Finger me, please! Oh fuck that feels so good!” she cried.

Kelly thrust her chest out and arched her back as my fingers slid into her and the hand that was encouraging me to continue now trapped my hand inside her.

My fingers went right to work, wriggling and churning inside her. She opened her legs wider to allow them to work on her and she began humping against my hand wanting them deeper inside her. This hot sexy Latino babe had an itch that she needed to be scratched!

She writhed and twisted as I kept fingering her now drooling pussy, her moans, whimpers, and cries guiding me in the direction she needed to take this. I could tell by the urgency of these moans that her lust fire was getting to be more than she could control.

Good – that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted her lust to be so overwhelming and her need so dire that she would give up everything and surrender herself to me totally and absolutely.

Sure she had promised to do “anything I want” and she “won’t say no”, but that was before when we were making the deal. And over the years I had learned the making a deal and keeping it are two different things altogether!

Reducing her to a whimpering, begging hot mess was an insurance policy that would guarantee she would hold to her promise!

Kelly was getting very close to the point I wanted her at. I slipped another finger into her wet hungry hole and then split the two apart just enough for her clit to slip between.

Trapping the little kernel between my fingers I started fingerfucking her again – this time with two fingers and rubbing either side of her sensitive throbbing clit.

That was the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. Kelly’s whole body tensed and she released her grip on my hand moving both hands back to hold onto my legs.

“Oh, John! Oh, baby, you’re gonna make me cum! Oh, I’m gonna cum so hard! Please make me cum baby please make me cum!” she cried out.

As soon as she made her announcement I pulled my fingers from her slobbering fuckhole – much to her dismay!

“John! What are you doing? I was almost there, baby! I was this close!” she whined.

“I know. But I’m not ready for you to cum yet,” I said.

“Huh?”

I took her by the upper arm and led her quickly over to a comfy-looking armchair with nice wide, padded arms – perfect for what I had in mind. I pushed her down onto the chair and raised her legs a bit.

Kneeling down in front of her, I reached down on either side of her and took hold of the thin little straps of her panty, slipping them down her long legs and off her. Then I grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her down a little so she was slouched in the chair. I raised her legs, setting one on each of the two chair arms.

“Keep those legs there. Don’t you move them, understand?” She nodded smiling.

I leaned forward between her legs and kissed the inside of her creamy thigh just above where her thigh top stocking ended. She groaned, knowing what I was doing and where I was going.

“Please John...” she whimpered. She sounded so sexy!

I pulled apart her thick pussy lips and peered at the wet pink heaven inside. I saw her honey glistening on the walls of her tunnel. The sweet aroma that came up from her depths made my mouth water.

“OHMYGOD JOHN!” Kelly squealed when my mouth fastened onto her pussy and my tongue dove deep into that honey hole. My tongue went right to work too wriggling and squirming around to seek out every sweet droplet of her juices.

I began feasting on her sweet juices and the tender flesh of her pussy lips and her clit. I could feel her legs trembling as she forced them by will alone to stay where I had told her to keep them. But I wondered just how long her will could override her body’s natural reaction to what I was doing!

I decided to test her resolve, but proper. There’s a little trick I learned that had been very successful when I needed to bring a woman to boil. As I licked and lapped at her drooling pussy, I took two fingers of one hand palm up and slipped them into her under my chin.

My mouth and tongue moved up a bit to concentrate on her sensitive clit sucking it into my mouth and holding it gently with my teeth so my tongue could play with it. At the same time, my fingertips curled up around her pubic bone and rubbed that fabled g-spot as I fingerfucked her.

Kelly didn’t stand a chance. She was already hypersensed from her near-orgasm, which I didn’t let her recover from, so this new addition was like shooting at a propane tank that was surrounded by fire – you knew it was going to blow, you just speeded things up!