My San Antonio Rosa
Copyright© 2022 by Master Jonathan
Chapter 1
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A sequel to my earlier story "My Spanish Teacher", this story takes up where the original left off and tells of Tommy's further adventures with the spicy Mrs. Delgado!
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction School Interracial White Male Hispanic Female Analingus Masturbation Oral Sex
A Short Preface: This story is a continuation of the story “My Spanish Teacher” that I wrote a few years ago. This story takes up a couple years after the previous story ends. Please read “My Spanish Teacher” before reading this so you will know the characters background and how they got to this point – it will make more sense that way.
I had been away at college in Dallas for two years after graduating high school. But when my father was killed in a terrible car accident, I had to move back home to take care of my mother who was devastated by the accident. Because it was a family emergency, I was able to transfer my credits from the college in Dallas to the local university in San Antonio where I lived.
I had been home for about three weeks when one day, I decided to go visit my old high school. There was one teacher, in particular, I was hoping still was there, and as I made my way through the familiar halls, I was getting more excited with every turn. I went up to Room 210 where I was told was her classroom was and peeked in through the small window in the door. School had finished and the hallways were virtually empty except for a few straggling staff.
Looking through the window, I saw her. She had her back to me, but it was definitely her – I could tell by the curve of her hips and the color of her long brown hair. Mrs. Delgado, my Spanish teacher ... I had very fond memories of her class! I could feel my cock getting hard as I watched her erasing the lesson of the day from the blackboard.
I quietly opened the door, hoping it didn’t give me away and slipped inside. I walked carefully up to her and when I was close enough I spoke.
“Hola, señora Delgado!” I said in my best Spanish. She turned around startled, unaware that anyone was in the room. I saw her look for a second, then her face lit up.
“Tommy! Tommy Andrews!” she said happily, rushing to me and throwing her arms around me in a big hug.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had moved to Dallas to go to college?” she asked.
“Well I was, but my father was killed in a big accident on I-10 a couple months ago, and I had to move back home to take care of Mom,” I said.
“Oh, Tommy! Oh, honey, I’m so sorry! I heard about that accident – it was a big one ... terrible,” she said sadly.
“Yeah, Mom is pretty broke up over it. But I talked with my counselor and was able to transfer credits to the college here and I am still working on my degree and living at home to help her,” I told her.
“Well, that’s something I suppose,” she said.
“So how about you Mrs. Delgado? What have you been doing since I’ve been gone?” I asked.
“Well, just working here mostly. Henry and I are divorced now, so I basically just teach and spend quiet nights at home,” she said.
“I heard about your getting divorced. What happened?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s a long story, Tommy. Henry and I weren’t on a real firm footing even back when you and I were seeing each other, you remember? Anyway, after you went off the college, it got worse. I remembered how sweet you were and how you treated me. He hadn’t done anything like that in years, and I wanted him to.
“I told him I wanted us to work on our marriage ... that I wasn’t happy with the way we were. We went to see a marriage counselor, but that didn’t help for long. We tried couple’s therapy, but that was a joke – a bunch of people all sitting around bitching about their spouses and airing their dirty laundry in public!
“Eventually, we tried a trial separation. For three months we lived apart, but that only showed me that I would rather live alone than live with him. So about a year ago now we got a divorce and I moved out of the house to my own place,” she explained.
“Well, I’m sorry it ended that way but I do remember you weren’t really happy back then. So are you seeing anyone now?” I asked.
“Oh, I date now and then just to keep in practice but no, there’s no one steady. I am enjoying myself these days,” she said.
“That’s a good way to look at it,” I said, a little relieved she wasn’t attached.
“How about you honey? You got someone special these days?” she asked.
“Well, I haven’t been back in town long enough, but there is one girl I wouldn’t mind seeing again. In fact, I was just on my way to ask if she’d like to go to dinner tonight!” I said, trying to hide a big, dopey grin.
“Oh? Who’s the lucky lady?” she asked.
“It’s my Spanish teacher actually!” I said. “I understand she is available these days, so I am hoping she is interested in going to dinner tonight.”
“Me? You want to go out with me?” she asked incredulously.
“If you want to,” I said.
“I would love to go out with you, Tommy. What time?” she asked.
“Well, how does 7:00 sound. That would give you time to get done here and get home. You still live in the same place?” I asked.
“Yeah, the same house. Only it’s quieter nowadays...” she said, almost wistfully.
“Good, I’ll be by at 7:00 then. I’m looking forward to catching up on things with you!” I said, hoping she caught on to my attempted double entendre.
“I’m looking forward to catching up with you too,” she said with a smile that told me she understood perfectly. Then she turned and sashayed towards her desk letting me know she remembered what started our little fling in the first place. As she reached her desk, she looked back at me coyly.
I left her to finish her work. I needed to get home and check on Mom to let her know I would be going out tonight (I didn’t tell her it was with my high school Spanish teacher – some things a mom doesn’t need to hear!)
I took a shower and got ready for my dinner date with Rosa. I was looking forward to seeing her again – aside from the fact she was the hottest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of bedding, she was also very good company outside the bedroom too. I had enjoyed our talks as well as our play and I was looking forward to both tonight.
I drove to her house, remembering the way and the fond memories of the times I had there. I pulled up promptly at 7:00, dressed in the best clothes I had. I rang the doorbell and my already stiff cock flinched in my trousers as she opened the door.
Rosa was dressed in a little red dress that showcased every asset she had. It was a super sexy, skintight, plunging front number that didn’t even try to hide her voluptuous breasts or her long firm legs, encased in what I would later find out were thigh-top stockings. She was wearing red open-toe sandals with five-inch heels which brought her close to my six-foot height but still a little under. Her hair was down, her lips were bright red and her entire look said, “Fuck me now!”
I complimented her, “You look beautiful.”
“Well, you look pretty handsome yourself Tommy,” she greeted back, as she held the door open for me.
“Are you going to be able to dance in those?” I asked. She had mentioned something about wanting to go dancing.
“I can do anything in these,” she replied, although her sultry tone implied sex.
“Good to know,” I nodded, desperately trying to be casual. I knew how hot-blooded and passionate this woman could be and it was hard to keep calm when she was in a playful mood!
She asked, “Would you like a quick cocktail before we leave?”
“Sure,” I nodded, the feelings of being back with this woman overwhelming me a little.
I expected her to go and grab a drink from the bar in the living room, but she instead dropped to her knees and fished out my cock.
I gasped, paralyzed. I knew that we had a history together but this was bold even for Rosa!
She asked, her hand on my completely stiff rod, “Is this hard because of me?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, in complete awe of what was happening.
“Very impressive, I see you haven’t lost your ... talent!” she nodded, as she opened her mouth and took my cock in between her beautiful, red lips.
I groaned, “Holy shit, Rosa!” as she began bobbing on my seven-inch cock.
“Tommy, it’s been a long time since I had a good fuck. As a matter of fact, you were the last good satisfying fuck I have had,” she said.
Unlike most girls who have given me a blowjob, she didn’t go slow or take breaks every few seconds. No, she bobbed hungrily on my cock taking all seven inches in her mouth. Only one other girl, who I met at college, had ever taken all my cock.
I watched and enjoyed the amazing pleasure my former teacher was giving – and getting – from me.
Not surprisingly, in only a couple of minutes, I was near eruption. I warned, “I’m going to come soon, Rosa.”
She started sucking even faster and harder, milking my cock with her hand as she tried her best to suck my testicles out of the peehole. And as promised, I deposited my load down her throat a few bobs later. A lot of the girls I had been with didn’t like to swallow for one reason or another so when Rosa did it was an extra treat for me.
She milked every last drop out of my cock, before finally allowing my cock to slip out of her mouth. She stood back up and smiled, “Very yummy,” before leaning forward and kissing me.
“You always did give most amazing blowjobs ... nice to see you haven’t lost your talent!” I said, paraphrasing her earlier statement once she broke the kiss.
“Well, a girl’s gotta keep her skills up!” she said smiling, as she turned around and grabbed her purse.
I noticed then that her stockings had seams going up the back of them that made her outfit even hotter.
“I just wanted to get past that awkward ‘Is this going to end in sex or not out’ thing and let you know that I’m in the mood,” she smiled, looking down at my softening cock before adding, “But you probably should put that away before we leave.”
As I put my cock back in my pants, I asked, my confidence swelling after the blowjob, “And just what are you in the mood for, Rosa?”
“Anything you want, baby, anything you want,” she answered, as she walked by me and ran her fingers through my hair, leaving me standing there bewildered.
This was going to be one hell of a night!
I followed after her, closing the door, and took her hand in mine.
She asked, “Are you sure you want to be seen with a woman twice your age in public? There will be a lot of younger women out there willing and ready to devour you whole.”
I smiled, as I gave her hand a squeeze, “Yes, but tonight, Rosa, I only have eyes for you.”
“Keep saying things like that and you are going to get very, very lucky tonight,” she replied.
“I’m already very lucky,” I replied. I was always good at turning on the charm.
“Oh, you have no idea just how lucky you may still get,” she said back, just I seated her in the passenger seat of my car.
Then I walked around and got in the driver’s side. Once the door closed, she asked, “So Tommy, are you still a tits guy? As I remember, my girls here held your attention more than my lessons did back in school!”
“I was back then, but I have found there is more to a woman than what’s at eye level. Now I’m more of an everything guy,” I replied, which was true. I loved everything about women. I loved tits, pussy, ass, and legs. But I also loved their smiles, eyes, and moans.
“Well, the girls here remember how well you treated them. I hope you plan on visiting with them tonight too?” She asked, pulling down her dress to reveal the huge tits that were apparently not being held up by a bra.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, staring at the round perfection.
“Is that a yes?” she asked, as she pulled her dress back over her breasts and very hard, very erect nipples.
“A million times yes,” I replied, moving my gaze reluctantly back to the road so we would arrive safely.
“I always wondered what you horny teenage boys thought of me,” she said.
“Well, I can’t speak for all boys, but I know what I liked back then. I wanted to suck on those tits,” I answered, “But then I came to school that Saturday to see about getting my grades up...”
“And more than just your GPA was raised that day!” she countered.
“To say the least! That’s when I realized I was depriving myself of a lot more fun just staying with tits,” I said.
“So what else interests you about a woman now?” she asked, as we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.
“Well, your legs are amazing too,” I said, before adding, “especially in nylons.”
“Funny, my loser of an ex-husband loved nylons on me too,” she replied, as we got out of the car. “And now I wear them to showcase my legs to men.”
“Well it works,” I nodded, as we walked up to the door. She smiled at me.
“After you,” I offered.
“Such the gentleman,” she smiled.
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