Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Busy At Work 5 Mangoes, Rum, and Dominican Cum

I waited for over an hour for Peter to bring a brand new battery and ample petrol for my Volvo. I sat in my car, wondering how I let the pretty car go. The winters had not been good to her and I sentenced her to a slow death bringing her to the North Country. My Harley stayed wrapped up for seven months last year, and without Mark, being in the Adirondacks just made no sense. The winters were getting longer and longer and thoughts of palm trees, mangoes and rum filled the cold and vacant space where my heart used to reside. I thought about the events of the day...Mr. Richards jerking off to the thought of me bending over and displaying my ass for his under-the-desk pleasure...the bus driver, who could have wrecked watching me taunt the horny devil in the back seat... and Poor Peter, who had to beg and pay for any attention and came in his hand within minutes of me flipping my tits out of a bra that they were dying for me to return to my less boobified roommate. I did discover that D cup titties stuffed into a B cup bra seems to do wonders for a variety of cock owners, which was doing wonders for my self esteem. For the first time, I felt in control of my sexuality. Being able to turn a cock on and off, even in public, made me feel like it was all about ME, instead of my “boyfreinds” cock. My thoughts turned to mangoes and tropical flora again, trying to remember the time I spent with Castillo, so I could eject the thoughts of Peter jacking off with his greasy hands. Normally the smell of grease and motorcycle parts strewn on the floor excited me, as winter in the past, had meant many days and nights of fucking and playing to stay warm. I missed Florida, I missed night walks on the beach and the warm sand between my toes. I miss my sweetest lover, a Dominican man that unfortunately belonged to someone else. Castillo was just too nice and it ( the beautiful nights of rum,sex, and sand) wasn't supposed to happen. I remember the way he kissed me, always making me feel like a goddess. So many nights we would walk on the beach after work and made love in the shadows of the fancy resort that emploted us but we could never afford to stay at ourselves. We talked about what if, as if, when we both know he had a c***d on the way with someone he didn't want to be with and I had a c***d with the Devil himself. He did the right thing and stayed with her and we did the wrong thing and fucked every night that we could in the sand. I was dripping at the thought of Castillo and the way he kissed my tits like they were some juicy fruit and he didn't want to waste any. I found myself with one hand discreetly on my breast, holding my nipple tight, and my other hand struggling to get under my skirt and in my panties without looking funny to the folks across the street who seemed to be looking my way. My fingers found my wet pussy and I could smell the horny remains of a day of cumming in my underpants. I thought about that beautiful man, and how we rolled in the sand effortlessly while his cock stayed hiding in my pussy until we were f***ed to go home to our self made prisons. I had a finger on my clit as I made little circles between my spread legs. I held my nipple tighter, trying not to get noticed, but needed more, as I imagined the way Castillo held my nipples in his mouth, not wanting to let go. I was a few gentle circles away from cumming when I heard Peters voice and the car door yank open. “What are ya doin” Mia?? I seen you rubbin that pussy...your thinkin' of me ain't chya?” he leaned over and I can tell that he had showered before exchanging his mechanic overalls for jeans and a sweatshirt. “I always knew you liked me Mia, your the only one who was really nice to me..your b*****rs don't like me, that's it right? Why ya don't want me ??” I thought about him desperately jerking off at the sight of my titties bouncing, and how I always felt sorry for him as the boys always teased him and he ha