“Mmm,” I said.
“That’s amazing,” she agreed.
That’s how I met Marlena. She finished her shift a couple hours later and I met her for coffee at another restaurant. She only had an hour to spare but that was the greatest and nicest hour of my life.
We talked about so many things. Well, she did most of the talking as my real life wasn’t something that flowed easily in normal conversation.
Turns out she worked during the day as a real estate agent but hadn’t made much money in the biz lately. In the afternoon she waited tables at the restaurant and in the evening she went to the YMCA to teach salsa dancing to teenage girls trying to stay off the streets.
She asked me to join her at the class. She was brilliant. These young teenagers were all between the ages of thirteen and twenty. Marlena told me some of them had gotten pregnant at a young age, some were fresh out of juvenile detention, and some were ex-gang members afraid to spend too much time on the block. Ex members usually weren’t appreciated.
I hadn’t realized Anchorage had such a problem with gangs. Hell, I didn’t know Alaska had a ghetto. But it does. And Marlena was doing her best to clean it up. She and one partner, a guy named Bernard.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off me the whole time I waited for Marlena, especially when she asked if I wanted to try out the class, and stiffly made my way through the steps for salsa, merengue, and bachata. I’d done a little bit of swing dancing in my days but Latin dances weren’t familiar to me.
Marlena had moved to Anchorage to visit a cousin of hers married to a military member. Her cousin didn’t speak a word of English and Marlena, who’d been born in Costa Rica, had studied the language all her life and spoke fluently. She’d only meant to stay in Anchorage temporarily but fell in love with the life. She’d gotten a part time job at a dance studio where she met Bernard.
She’d stayed in Anchorage ever since. She was a giver. Marlena donated all of her time to either selling people their dream homes, serving people breakfast, or teaching at-risk teenagers how to do something joyful with their time.
I knew she was the one for me.
I hadn’t planned on staying in Alaska for long. I was going to head home right after breakfast that morning, but instead I ended up renting a hotel room for a month.
During that month, I saw Marlena every chance I could, which wasn’t often at all. She had so much on her plate.
Finally, I invited her over to my hotel. We ate dinner and talked a little but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the truth. She’d already told me how much she hated liars and how she’d dated so many of them in the past. She dated one military guy while living in Anchorage and he’d cheated on her with a stripper.
Fucking idiot. That’s all I could think as I listened to her story.
She told me how she wanted kids of her own and how, at her age, she was beginning to get worried.
“How old are you?” I asked.
She hesitated answering and I couldn’t help getting lost in her eyes. She was so absolutely stunning. Her caramel colored skin and long, wavy black hair. She’d taken off her glasses. Her dress was red and sleeveless and as I searched her body for the kinds of imperfections that make a woman perfect, I found a small scar on her upper arm. It was circular and I had no idea where it had come from but I liked it.
As she contemplated answering my question, she ran her fingers over a thin, twine-like necklace.
“I shouldn’t be here with you,” Marlena added. “You can’t be, what, twenty-two years old?”
“Twenty-five,” I added. “But I’m an old soul. Very mature.”
“I’m sure you are,” she said with a sly grin. “Okay, I’m thirty-five.”
“Ohh, I’m sorry, I need to get my coat,” I said as I stood and pushed my chair back from the table.
“Asshole,” she said.
I sat back down and we both laughed. She went on playing with the rope around her neck.
“What is that?” I asked.
“This?” she said, straining to look down at the necklace. “It’s just something my mom gave me before she passed away. It reminds me of her and I guess I play with it when I’m nervous.”
“So you’re nervous?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’ve never dated a child before.”
“Ohhh,” I said. “Good one. You know what’s great about being younger?”
She shook her head.
“I have an insatiable sex drive.”
She paused with her wine glass in front of her mouth, her tongue out just slightly, waiting to take a sip. She smiled and drank.
“Is that right?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“You know what’s great about being an older woman?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“I like to be naked, I’m proud of my body, and I fuck like an animal.”
Bam. I was hard, just like that. I thought about Celise fingering herself under the table and wondered if Marlena was doing the same. But she had one hand on the stem of her wine glass and the other hand had just reached under the table and found my knee.
I got up and sat next to her in the booth.
“Will you stay the night with me?” I asked her.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
We ordered one more round of drinks and flirted some more. She asked if I’d been with many women. I didn’t lie but I wasn’t completely honest. I told her I was quite experienced. She seemed to like my answer.
As I raised my wine glass to my lips, I felt her hand creep over and find my zipper beneath the table.
I’ve always felt that one of the best feelings in the world is when a woman reaches into your pants and strokes you, especially when it’s unexpected. The feel of her cold, dry hand fondling your balls and touching your shaft is indescribable.
I cleared my throat and took another drink.
I glanced to the side and saw her smiling at me, turned in her seat, facing me, waiting to see how I’d respond.
I felt her fingers nervously pull me out of the waistband of my underwear and work me through my zipper. She reached to the table, poured a little bit of ice water in her hand, and then put her wet hand on my cock.
“Ohh wow,” I said. “You’re creative.”
“You think?” she asked as she stroked my cock, sliding her wet hand up and down my dick, smiling at me the whole time.
“I think I want you right now, upstairs. Let’s go.”
“Not yet.”
She scooted close and kissed me. Our lips locked and our tongues joined. She tasted so good, like the sweet taste of cherry wine mixed with vanilla ice cream, exactly what she’d been sipping and eating.
As her tongue entered my mouth, her hand felt deeper into my underwear, gripping my balls and sliding up to the head of my cock.
“Okay, let’s go,” she said.
Inside the room, we attacked each other. I don’t know who was hornier but I know we were out of our clothes rather quickly.
“Let’s take a bath,” she suggested. “You young kids nowadays are always rushing things.”
I liked the idea. But I worried our passion would die down as we waited. I went into the bathroom, stripped naked, and turned on the hot water. The tub started filling up while I sat naked on the edge of the tub.
The lights went out. She’d entered the bathroom.
“You don’t want me to see you?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “I want you to feel me.”
I sat in pitch black, on the edge of the tub, my dick standing straight up. She came to me, lifted one leg up over the edge of the tub, and swung the other around me. Both of her feet were in the tub and her pussy was inches from my face.
She lifted my face by my chin and then, there in the dark, where I couldn’t see her at all, she kissed me again. Our mouths connected and our wet tongues collided. And then she sat down on me.
No preparation. She wanted it to hurt I think. She wanted
to feel me work into her roughly.
But she was nice and wet and she slid down onto my cock.
“Papi,” she whispered into my ear.
It was the first time I’d heard her speak Spanish. I knew that she did but she never did with me and it was such a fucking turn on.
“Si, Papi. Like that,” she said as she rocked on my dick.
I loved how she was rolling her hips, not bouncing up and down. All of my wives had ridden me by hopping up and down or slamming forward and backwards. Marlena fucked me with the rhythm and grace of a skilled dancer.
I put a hand on her ass and didn’t have to help her but I wanted to feel the way her hips moved, sloshing forward like the water filling the tub behind us.
Her nipple touched my nose and I opened my mouth to greet it. I took her tit in my mouth and sucked at the nipple. I imagined it was dark brown and I liked it. It was hard between my lips.
“Oh yes,” she said as she kept riding me.
“Fuck me, Mar. Fuck me, baby.”
Mar. That was the moment I gave her a nickname. And Mar fucked me good. She rolled that pussy back and forth, grinding her clit against my pubic hair, whimpering in my ear and with each sigh and moan I felt like I lost my heart a little more and more to her.
I wanted to be inside of her, to climb all the way into her, to fill her with everything I had.
And she just kept fucking me.
I picked her up and lay her back in the tub where I climbed in on top of her. I found her pussy under the water, spread the lips, and slowly put my cock back into her. She reached up and turned off the water.
I fucked her there in the tub to the sound of her moaning and the water sloshing back and forth. I could tell we were drenching the bathroom floor but I didn’t give a shit. Water splashed with each thrust. I just wanted to fuck Marlena. But the water was making it more difficult than I’d imagined.
Somehow I wasn’t feeling her as good as I thought. So I pulled the plug on the drain and let the water flow out as I turned on the water and hit the shower button. Water rained down over us from above, soaking her tits, running off her nipple into my mouth where I drank. Even though it was just water entering my mouth, the fact that it had run from her tits made me feel as if I were drinking her up.
She bent over and put both hands against the tile wall, spreading her legs as much as the limited space would allow. I reached around to hold her steady with my left hand while I slid my cock into her and fucked her from behind.
She slapped the tile wall.
“Oh yes, Papi!”
I gripped both hips and pounded my way into her.
“Ay, Papi! Fuck! Yes!”
“I love you!” I shouted as I continued to smash my cock into her swollen pussy.
“What?” she asked.
“I said I love you. I know it’s soon, but I love you. I want to fuck you like this again…and again…and again…”
Each time I said again I thrust myself into her.
“Really?” she asked.
I pulled my cock out of her and dropped to my knees. I wanted to taste her pussy. I needed to taste her pussy. With her ass still up in the air, I put my face into the crease of her pussy lips and reached up to her clit with my hand. I rubbed gently at her clit as I plunged my tongue into her hole.
“Oh shit!” she yelled.
I drank the shower water running down the crack of her ass and filled my throat with the mixture of her juices and water. I shook my face back and forth, spraying water all over her pussy, eating it wildly.
“Ohh God!” she yelled.
She pushed back and shoved her pussy hard into my mouth. My teeth pressed against her and as they scraped her, she jumped and yelped, but then laughed and pushed her pussy into my face again.
My nose teased her ass, pressing softly against it, as my tongue entered her and my stubbly chin scraped against her.
“Marry me!” I said into her pussy.
“What?” she asked.
“Marry me. Be my wife,” I said. “Leave this place with me and fuck me every night.”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer. In truth, I didn’t want her to answer. I just wanted the question to hang in the air. I pressed up hard against her clit and pinched it between two fingers softly before rolling it around in my fingers.
“Ay Papi!”
“Yes!” I yelled.
“I think I’m gonna come,” she said.
I kept eating her, waiting…waiting…waiting…and her legs started to shake a little. I knew what was about to happen. She was close. Closer. Even closer.
Suddenly I stood up and crammed my cock into her pussy. And she screamed. She howled in pleasure and slapped the wall.
“I can’t take it anymore!” she yelled.
But I kept fucking her.
“Oh shit!” she yelled. “Yes!”
“Yes what?” I asked.
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’ll…oh shit I’m coming. Yes, yes, yes…I’ll…I’ll…”
I pulled all the way out and shoved back in hard, burying my cock all the way to its base.
“I’ll marry you!” she yelled.
I bent over her, reached around and grabbed her tits in both hands, and drove in a couple more times, fucking her as I squeezed her tits. She almost collapsed.
“I can’t anymore,” she complained.
“Come on,” I said.
I threw a towel around her and led her out to the bedroom area where a large window looked out over the Alaskan mountains and city lights.
“Here,” I said as I pushed her against the window.
She planted her hands against the glass and I fucked her some more. She didn’t say anything else, she didn’t complain, she didn’t cry out in pain or pleasure, she just leaned her forehead against the glass and took my cock inside her as she left her mouth hanging open.
I came into her hard, spurting inside, and as soon as she felt it, she pulled off of me, dropped to her knees, and took me in her mouth, sucking the cum off my cock and cleaning it up so good.
When I was finished, she collapsed to the floor.
We didn’t need the bed. We had the floor. I leaned back against the bed and pulled her into my lap so that the back of her head rested against my chest.
“I meant it,” I finally said.
“So did I,” she replied.
“But there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I said.
“You’re not one of those sparkly vampires are you?”
“No,” I said with a chuckle.
“Werewolf?”
“No.”
“Truck driver?”
I wasn’t quite sure how a truck driver fit in with a vampire and werewolf but it made me laugh just the same.
“No, I’m not a truck driver.”
“Okay then I’m pretty sure you’re not going to say anything that will shock me,” she said.
She had no idea.
“Umm…how would you feel about being Mrs. Claus?”
She didn’t answer right away. Then finally she put a hand up with her nails out like she was pretending to be Freddy Kreuger.
“Like Mrs. Claws?”
“No, Claus. C…L…A…U…S. As in Santa’s wife.”
She turned and got on her knees in front of me. I loved the way her tits dangled and her hair hung down, wet and a little messy. She was so fucking sexy whether she tried to be or not.
“You’re like a twenty-five year old snowboarder or something,” she said. “Look at you. You’re in shape and such a stud. What’s the real deal?”
“I’m Santa Claus,” I said straight faced. “And if you marry me, I will take you from here and we’ll live together in the North Pole.”
“Is there anything else I need to know?” she asked. “Do you have a curfew at the mental hospital or something?”
I laughed.
“Sometimes I feel like I live in a mental institution but, no
, I’m really Santa Claus. And, yes, I guess I do have something else to tell you. I have a son and a daughter and like a thousand elves.”
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