No Time Like the Present |
Maria stepped up next to Santiago as he stared out the window. “Mi amor, how long are you going to stand here?”
Santiago took a quick step back. “I’m sorry, amante. What was your question?”
“Are you alright, mi amor? You have been standing here for quite some time. Are you hungry?” Maria asked still staring out the window.
“Aye, I’m good, mi amor. I have just been thinking through some issues that are giving me problems.” Santiago wrapped his arms around Maria’s waist and set his chin on her shoulder, “As a matter-of-fact I am quite ravenous, mi amante.” He buried his face in her hair and started to kiss her neck and ear, stopping long enough to whisper, “Perhaps, you have something tasty for me.”
She turned around in his arms, “Sí, Senór. I’m sure that I can uncover something delicious for you.” She buried her hands in his hair and pulled his lips to hers for a deep, tongue-tangling kiss that promised more to come that was backed up by her body as she wrapped her legs around his waist, causing him to support her by holding her rump, which caused her love mound to press intimately against his crotch as it sprung to life.
“Aye, mi amor, I know how delicious you are, that is why I think I will partake. Now.” Santiago stated as he turned and sat her down on his desktop.
“Aye, senór, please take pleasure in my offering.” She said as she lifted her skirt and lay back on the desktop.
Santiago bent down and placed a warm, moist kiss on the inside of her thigh and was rewarded by Maria’s soft, throaty moan that escaped from Maria’s throat. Knowing the moan was just the beginning of what he would make her do, he proceeded farther, placing his mouth on her panties just over her clitoris. He blew a warm stream of air through her panties onto her button, bringing another deep guttural moan from his lover.
He stroked her inner thighs allowing his fingertips to just lightly brush her vaginal lips causing her to arch her back and send her mound tighter onto his mouth. He began to nip and kiss at her soaking wet silk panties. He could feel her clitoris coming to full erection, poking his mouth through her panties, begging him for an intimate kiss. Denying her the satisfaction of his soft, supple tongue on her throbbing worship knob he began nipping her thighs sending her into shocks and shivers that caused him to have to hold on to the desk to keep from being bucked off.
Timo chose this moment to approach the office. Seeing his master and mistress in the throws of passion he reached in slowly and quietly closed the office door. The click from the door heard only by Santi caused his erection to jump at the thought that he had just been seen making love to his wife’s wet, delicious, beautiful pussy.
With this new boost of adrenaline and lust, Santi ripped the black silk panties to bare her pulsing heap to him. He buried his face in her mound and lapped as a thirsty dog drinking from his bowl. The sounds of her moans and his lapping drove him into a frenzied pace that increased exponentially until he knew that she was coming to her peak.
Maria cried out as her orgasm hit, “Oh, Santi, oh, Santi, entra en mí!”
Without needing further encouragement, Santi stood up ripped his throbbing penis from his pants and thrust in her puffy, contracting canal. “Aaaahhh!” Santiago screamed as his shaft entered her. He could feel the remnants of her orgasm clutching and releasing his engorged rod teasing and tempting him to his own climax. As his balls banged against her wet slit and the head of his dick smacked into her cervix, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to nirvana. When Santiago didn’t think his body could handle anymore sensation he felt Maria’s beautiful snatch pulsate causing his tip to explode like a volcano. He could feel the hot, molten fluid flow from deep within his testicles across his prostate and out into the most luxurious feeling cave he had ever been in.
Santiago collapsed on top of Maria, who wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, holding him against her so that he stayed buried in her oozing hole with their hearts pressed together, beating as one. Santiago giggled as he buried his face in Maria’s cleavage.
Pulling his head up by two handfuls of hair, “And what is so amusing, Senór Florentes? Do you find the workings of your esposa’s chocha funny?” as she worked her hips against his groin.
Santi adjusted his head to rest his chin on her chest, “No, mi amor, I do not find your beautiful body amusing in anyway, but I do find the rhythm of our beating hearts reminiscent of Senór Papa Jack.”
Maria ran her fingers through his hair a few times as she looked deeply into his eyes, “I think that I may love you more and more each day.”
Santiago reached up and kissed her, “Sí, mi amor. Mi entiendes. I love you more today than all those years ago when you were that sweeter than life angel at the dance. Sitting ever so quietly against the wall and looking at your shoes. In that white ruffled gown with the yellow rosettes on the skirt and the yellow matching ribbons on your waist and in your hair.”
Maria giggled and buried her hands in his hair again, “You still remember that. Well I remember you in your light green suit and your high polished brown shoes and that fabulous bowtie with the smiley faces all over it; drawn in marker if I am not mistaken.”
Santiago lifted up on his hands, looking down at her teasingly, “Hey, missy, I still have that tie and I happen to think it was pretty creative considering I was wearing my father’s suit.” He bent his head down and kissed her chest. “Now, love of my life,” disconnecting himself from the relaxed opening of his wife with a slight pop, “as much as I would love to stay here with you and frolic some more, we both have some work to do.”
Maria pulled herself up off the desk and adjusted her dress, stooping down to pick up the remaining parts of her panties, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Another pair of panties trashed this week. This keeps up we’re going to have to go on another trip to restock my collection.” She turned and walked around the desk.
Santiago took a quick step back. “I’m sorry, amante. What was your question?”
“Are you alright, mi amor? You have been standing here for quite some time. Are you hungry?” Maria asked still staring out the window.
“Aye, I’m good, mi amor. I have just been thinking through some issues that are giving me problems.” Santiago wrapped his arms around Maria’s waist and set his chin on her shoulder, “As a matter-of-fact I am quite ravenous, mi amante.” He buried his face in her hair and started to kiss her neck and ear, stopping long enough to whisper, “Perhaps, you have something tasty for me.”
She turned around in his arms, “Sí, Senór. I’m sure that I can uncover something delicious for you.” She buried her hands in his hair and pulled his lips to hers for a deep, tongue-tangling kiss that promised more to come that was backed up by her body as she wrapped her legs around his waist, causing him to support her by holding her rump, which caused her love mound to press intimately against his crotch as it sprung to life.
“Aye, mi amor, I know how delicious you are, that is why I think I will partake. Now.” Santiago stated as he turned and sat her down on his desktop.
“Aye, senór, please take pleasure in my offering.” She said as she lifted her skirt and lay back on the desktop.
Santiago bent down and placed a warm, moist kiss on the inside of her thigh and was rewarded by Maria’s soft, throaty moan that escaped from Maria’s throat. Knowing the moan was just the beginning of what he would make her do, he proceeded farther, placing his mouth on her panties just over her clitoris. He blew a warm stream of air through her panties onto her button, bringing another deep guttural moan from his lover.
He stroked her inner thighs allowing his fingertips to just lightly brush her vaginal lips causing her to arch her back and send her mound tighter onto his mouth. He began to nip and kiss at her soaking wet silk panties. He could feel her clitoris coming to full erection, poking his mouth through her panties, begging him for an intimate kiss. Denying her the satisfaction of his soft, supple tongue on her throbbing worship knob he began nipping her thighs sending her into shocks and shivers that caused him to have to hold on to the desk to keep from being bucked off.
Timo chose this moment to approach the office. Seeing his master and mistress in the throws of passion he reached in slowly and quietly closed the office door. The click from the door heard only by Santi caused his erection to jump at the thought that he had just been seen making love to his wife’s wet, delicious, beautiful pussy.
With this new boost of adrenaline and lust, Santi ripped the black silk panties to bare her pulsing heap to him. He buried his face in her mound and lapped as a thirsty dog drinking from his bowl. The sounds of her moans and his lapping drove him into a frenzied pace that increased exponentially until he knew that she was coming to her peak.
Maria cried out as her orgasm hit, “Oh, Santi, oh, Santi, entra en mí!”
Without needing further encouragement, Santi stood up ripped his throbbing penis from his pants and thrust in her puffy, contracting canal. “Aaaahhh!” Santiago screamed as his shaft entered her. He could feel the remnants of her orgasm clutching and releasing his engorged rod teasing and tempting him to his own climax. As his balls banged against her wet slit and the head of his dick smacked into her cervix, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to nirvana. When Santiago didn’t think his body could handle anymore sensation he felt Maria’s beautiful snatch pulsate causing his tip to explode like a volcano. He could feel the hot, molten fluid flow from deep within his testicles across his prostate and out into the most luxurious feeling cave he had ever been in.
Santiago collapsed on top of Maria, who wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, holding him against her so that he stayed buried in her oozing hole with their hearts pressed together, beating as one. Santiago giggled as he buried his face in Maria’s cleavage.
Pulling his head up by two handfuls of hair, “And what is so amusing, Senór Florentes? Do you find the workings of your esposa’s chocha funny?” as she worked her hips against his groin.
Santi adjusted his head to rest his chin on her chest, “No, mi amor, I do not find your beautiful body amusing in anyway, but I do find the rhythm of our beating hearts reminiscent of Senór Papa Jack.”
Maria ran her fingers through his hair a few times as she looked deeply into his eyes, “I think that I may love you more and more each day.”
Santiago reached up and kissed her, “Sí, mi amor. Mi entiendes. I love you more today than all those years ago when you were that sweeter than life angel at the dance. Sitting ever so quietly against the wall and looking at your shoes. In that white ruffled gown with the yellow rosettes on the skirt and the yellow matching ribbons on your waist and in your hair.”
Maria giggled and buried her hands in his hair again, “You still remember that. Well I remember you in your light green suit and your high polished brown shoes and that fabulous bowtie with the smiley faces all over it; drawn in marker if I am not mistaken.”
Santiago lifted up on his hands, looking down at her teasingly, “Hey, missy, I still have that tie and I happen to think it was pretty creative considering I was wearing my father’s suit.” He bent his head down and kissed her chest. “Now, love of my life,” disconnecting himself from the relaxed opening of his wife with a slight pop, “as much as I would love to stay here with you and frolic some more, we both have some work to do.”
Maria pulled herself up off the desk and adjusted her dress, stooping down to pick up the remaining parts of her panties, “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Another pair of panties trashed this week. This keeps up we’re going to have to go on another trip to restock my collection.” She turned and walked around the desk.
