by T. S. Hill
Using my left arm that was wrapped behind her, I pulled her around in front of me, and she continued. “This is Rosita’s truth, and the other part of Rosita’s truth is that she is in love with the Tagg very much!”
“So, Rosita Almeyda, tell me this truth.”, I demanded of her, “Why has your English so improved during this conversation, but now you want to go back to that pigeon English?” I slid both of my hands up the back of her thighs and gripped her sweet ass cheeks, pulling, and firmly holding her closer to me. I now looked up, into her deep brown eyes that I could barely see in the dim light.”
“Because, Rosita knows that intelligence is gauged by vocabulary, and verbal abilities. And, the more intelligent that a woman appears to be, the more of a threat that she is perceived to be, by both men, and women. And, that is why this shall be our shared secret.”
“You know, it’s not a total secret.”, I mused. “Lori and Sasha both think that you’re very smart, and industrious, and also very wise. Sasha has told me that she wants to spend time with you, one on one, to get to know you, and learn from you. She sees you as an awesome, strong woman. And, she’s not talking about muscles. So, why hide behind a language barrier?”
“Tagg, you and Sasha have the shared secrets of this geek thing that you talk about. You and Lori have a unique understanding of each other, that none of the rest of us understands. So, mi dulce amante, as our hogar de cuatro grows in strength, and blossoms, so will my speech. This way, I do not seem as a threat, and you will have your intimate secrets with each of us. While we all share much in common, your relationship with each of us is unique, as will be the relationships between us women. This is not a simple thing, this household of four. Strength will be necessary, for us all to hold together, but also gentle love that is coaxed along.”
“You are indeed a wise woman, Rosita Almeyda. What is it that you need just now, that I can fulfil?”
“Ah, Tagg Hill, mi dulce amante, you must be in the dreams of every woman.”, she said, bending to set her coffee cup on the bedside table. Then tugging my cup from my hand, she continued. “Will you keep Rosita’s little secrets?”, she asked setting my cup alongside of hers. Then turning back to face me, she spoke in a low, smoky, sensual voice, “And, make sweet, gentle love to me?”
“Which secrets, Princesa?”
“All of them.”, she whispered. “And, all of me.”
I answered her by pulling her down onto the bed to my left, and then repositioning myself to kiss her. As I did so, she let out a playful giggle, that tinkled in the air like crystal wind chimes. The embrace of her warm, velvety smooth body against mine, and the touch of her soft lips, and yearning tongue to mine, set my pulse racing. Halfway through this initial kiss, as my cock lay against her stomach, it had fully stiffened. When our kiss broke, we both crawled back fully into the bed, and pulled the covers over us. She lay on her back in the king-sized bed, and I propped myself up beside her, the length of our bodies pressing together, with my lips hovering just above hers. I gently ran my right palm over her taunt tummy, slowly caressing her silky skin.
“I love you Princesa,”, I whispered with a raspy voice to her, “all of you, the beautiful you, the wise you, the intelligent you, and even the secret you.” We kissed again, our lips opening against each other’s, our tongues dancing together in gentle celebration of our acknowledged love. Slowly, her body began to writhe beneath my light caresses, and my lips moved from her lips to her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, and then back again.
I slid downward in the bed, and she parted her legs as I shifted my body between them. With both of my hands now free to caress her, I slid them up the sides of her torso, from her hips upward, caressing her waist, and traversing on to her luscious breasts. When I grasped a supple mound in each hand, she gently gasped, and released a tiny moan as she exhaled. Rosita tangled her fingers in the locks of my hair, as[WF1] I coursed my mouth across her ample breasts, kissing, licking, and playfully nibbling every inch of each tit. Sucking a nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirled over its erectness, and her body tensed as my teeth playfully raked over its tender skin.
She began to fluidly writhe beneath me, spreading her legs wide, and arching her hips against me, urging my mouth and hand play lower. As I kissed, licked and nibbled my way down her front torso, my hands stroked and caressed their way over her silky dark skin, toward the roundness of her hips and thighs, where I gently massaged the inner thighs of her widely spread legs. Along their pathway to reaching beneath her, across the surface of her beautiful sensitive skin, my fingertips wrote the story of my adoration of this woman. My hands slid against her tender thighs, and down each side of her gorgeous pussy. Grasping a buttock in each hand, I lifted her ass from the sheet beneath, and her fingers grasped handfuls of my hair in anticipation.
Rosita was panting heavily now, with her body and legs writhing, as she moaned with desire. She trembled when I nuzzled against her inner thighs, kissing, and playfully nipping at her tender skin with my lips and teeth. I brushed my nose back and forth over her dark pubic landing strip, and flicked my tongue around the outer edges of her labia. She gasped and cried out, making a high-pitched cooing sound. The fragrance of her pussy enchanted me with its sweet heady scent, and from the tightening grip of her hands against the sides of my head, I could tell that she yearned for my tongue to dip into her depths, just as much, as I longed to taste her sweetness.
“¡Mi dulce amante!”, she moaned to me, with what would have been a tone of dismay, were she not boiling with blissful ecstasy. I plunged my tongue deep into her womanhood, which was already awash with her flavorful juices. “¡Si! ¡Mi dulce amante!”, she sang out. Then with a guttural growl, “¡Consumir mí!” Her whole body trembled, as my tongue worked its way up, and around, the inner faces of her pussy lips. As I tipped her clit with my flickering tongue, her whole body stiffened, and she arching her hips against my mouth. Clenching her fingers around the sides of my head, she groaned loudly, and pressed her erect clit against my swirling tongue.
“Oh, fuck me, Tagg!”, she whimpered, as I continued to roll my tongue over and around her clit. “Fuck me now, please.”, she moaned. “Mi dulce amante, I need your cock!”, she groaned loudly. As I raised my body and moved forward to once again ravish her fabulous breasts with my mouth, my fully engorged cock pressed forward, throbbing against the soaked lips of her sweet pussy. With Rosita’s entire body writhing beneath me, my cock and her pussy caressed and squirmed against each other. Our loins pressed hard, each against the other, hungry to engage.
Between our pressing and writhing bodies, my cock’s head found its home between her pussy’s hungry lips, and we both instinctively thrust our hips against each other’s. The desperation of our combined thrusts, plunged my cock deep into her glorious, hot wetness. My balls slapped against her ass, and we forcefully ground our pelvises against each other, attempting to combine more of our two bodies into one, than was humanly possible. As the initial wave of bliss, brought on by the sudden penetration, washed over us, we were gradually establishing a rhythm between our bodies, so that we began to move as one.
As our slow rhythm synced fully, the pace and depth of the strokes between our pelvises, gradually increased. Rosita’s whole body continued to writhe on the sheets as her hips moved to gyrate her constricting pussy around my pulsing and plunging cock. I could feel the pressure of my impending ejaculation growing within the depths of my loins, as ecstatic sensations waved through the full length of my cock.
Our pace of withdrawing and plunging my cock again into her depths reached a near frenzied state, and she was crying out with high pitched whimpers that grew in loudness, and length, with each breath. With her legs flayed widely, each manic motion of our bodies slapped my pelvis against the back of her thighs, and my thighs against her ass cheeks. Her tight wetness grasped around my cock tightly, and I felt the muscles in her legs wrench tight. She began emitting a wailing cry, and my ability to hold on, even another second, slipp
ed from my body.
I felt my cock’s swollen head flaring to its fullest, as my erupting cum launched in a sudden surge. As my semen spewed into her depths, she gasped and emitted another cry that sang out her ecstasy. Our hips heaved tightly against each other, and the second gush of cum raced through my throbbing rod, to flood her depths. Every muscle and fiber in my body tingled with a blissful wave of pleasure, as we held each other tightly.
As Rosita’s second cry of pleasure waned, my third surge of cum shot through my cock, with a wave of ecstatic release that flowed over my entire body. At the same time, I could feel the blissful electric energy that our bodies shared between us, as her third wave of orgasm gushed through her. Both of our bodies stiffened, racked, and trembled, then I felt her muscles melt beneath her skin. Two smaller, less intense, spurts of ejaculate emptied from my cock, into her depths, and then my body melted against hers. We lay still, panting for several moments, until our breathing, and pulses, had slowed. I suppose that some people would label our lovemaking session as a quickie. But it was as intense and satisfying for me as any sex had ever been.
“Rosita, I love you.”, I whispered to her hoarsely.
“And, I love you, Tagg Hill.”, she responded to me in a sweet and melodious voice. “I know that you also love Lori and Sasha,”, she said, stroking my hair, as I lay with my head on her upper abdomen, “but, you and I always loved each other, mi dulce amante, and we always will. Everything else in this world may come and go, but our love will remain.”
“I know it will my sweet princess.”, I replied in a quiet voice. “And, that makes me very happy. Even though our love before was unspoken, and unconsummated, I instinctively knew it was there between us, and it was a life ring to which I clung, through some very rough times. Until recently, I’ve not shared the dangers and trials that I have gone through with some of my business assignments. There were times Rosita, when I may have very well just given up, without knowing that you would be there for me, if I could just make it back home. And now, we’ve got this crazy situation between you and me, and Lori and Sasha, and finally, we profess our love for each other. Is that not crazy?”
“Life is crazy, Tagg, mi amante.”, she replied in a wistful voice.
“What time is it Rosita?”, I asked.
“It is time for me to go to the shower.”, she answered. “I no longer hear the water spray from Lori and Sasha.”
“I want to come with you, and we’ll wash each other.”
“Then, we need to get moving now, Tagg. We all have a very busy day to get through.”, she said.
Lori and Sasha were in the second bedroom, finishing their drying. I popped my head in the door and let Sasha know that her tea water was heating on the stove.
“Thanks, Babe!”, she replied, grinning at me. Lori crossed the room to me as we spoke.
She gave me a quick kiss, and then asked, “Did you and Rosita take advantage of your extra sleep time?”
“Yes, we did.”, I confirmed, “But not for sleeping.”
“Nothing like starting your day out with a bang!”, Sasha said grinning, with her blue eyes sparkling.
“Oh, now look who’s being a comedian.”, I quipped back.
“No. Just wishful thinking, Babe!”, she shot back. Lori giggled.
“Go get your shower, Cowboy.”, Lori said. “Our schedule is getting tighter every minute.” She gave me another quick kiss on the lips and I moved down the hall to join Rosita, who already had the shower running.
After Rosita and I emerged from our shower, I towel dried my hair and quickly dressed. Arriving back in the guest house’s great room/den, I found Lori and Sasha putting the finishing touches on packing the select items of Rosita’s Spanish lace, to be shown to Allie. Both of the women looked fabulous in yet two more of the Brazilian designed dresses picked out for them by Rosita. Lori was wearing an all-white dress, with matching hose and stiletto heels. Sasha wore a pastel yellow dress, very lightly trimmed with a pale turquoise, also with matching hose and stiletto heels. I gave them a long slow wolf whistle, as I sat down to count out some cash for Lori to pay cab fare, tips and any other incidentals they might run into.
So, are you ladies going to also model Rosita’s Spanish lace lingerie for Allie?”
“Of course!”, Lori answered. “The only way to envision its full effect on a woman’s body is to see it actually on a woman’s body.”
“We’re also wearing it under the dresses.”, Sasha offered.
“That’ll be one less change. All we have to do is remove the dresses, to show off the underwear, and it proves how well it fits, and wears, beneath clothes.”, Lori continued.
“I think that I’m making a mistake by not going with you!”, I stated.
“Oh, we’ll be fine, Cowboy.”, Lori replied. “I promise we’ll be extra cautious. Plus, Shug and I will both be packing in our purses; cocked and locked!”
“Oh, I know that you’ll be careful, Sweetheart.” I clarified. “I would just love to be there to see the fashion show!”
“Cowboy, you see us all the time, what’s the big deal?”
“I don’t see you dressed like this all of the time!”, I explained. “You know what kind of effect Sal had on Aug, by just changing her wardrobe, and a few other little twists. Can you imagine what kinds of effects the three of you gorgeous, sexy women have on me, when you’re all dolled up like this? And, with Rosita’s sexy lingerie designs underlying that? I don’t know if my aging heart would take it!”, I joked.
“Cowboy, you don’t have an aging heart. You’re thirty-two, fucking years old, for crying out loud!”, Lori jousted back at me.
“Hey!”, Sasha spoke up. “When we get back, why don’t we put on a floor show for our man? The three of us girls can show him how our modeling went for Allie, and then maybe also, we can add a little to the show.”, she said winking at me.
“Hmm, I like that idea, Shug!”, Lori replied.
“I love the idea!”, I shot back.
“We’ll run it by Rosita and see what she thinks.”, Lori continued. “After all, this is her fashion show.”
“Just then, Rosita strode in, wearing a pastel lavender dress similar to Lori’s and Sasha’s dresses, with matching hose and stiletto heels. As sexy as all three of the women were, Rosita always had just a little more sway and swagger in her hips when she moved, that clearly put her sensuality on display. You could say, that she knew that she had it, and she knew how to strut it. She didn’t overdo it, but she didn’t hold anything back either.
“Wow!”, I exclaimed. Does the underwear, match the outfits also?”
“Si.”, Rosita answered. For this presentación especial, I prepare also the yellow and the lavender lingerie. The white, as you know, I already make.”
“Well, I am certainly looking forward to this fashion show!”, I commented.
“Are you going with us, amante?”, Rosita asked.
“No,”, I replied, “but when you get back, I want to hear in complete detail, of everything that happens.”
“Plus,”, Lori added. “Shug suggested that we all put on the same fashion show for Cowboy, when we get back, as we put on for Allie in Oklahoma City, plus maybe, we add a little something extra on at the end, if you know what I mean.” Rosita, cut her eyes at me and squinted.
“I think maybe we all discuss this, when we are in the air.”, Rosita mused. “It will keep our minds from thinking about falling out of the air. And, as you say Lori, plus, let Tagg esperar con anticipación.”
“What the hell’s esperar-con-an-whatever, mean?”, Sasha asked.
“It means that Cowboy will just have to wait and see if he gets a floor show or not.”, Lori said giggling.
“It literally means wait with anticipation, Sash.”, I added. “Which is exactly what I will be doing. And, now ladies, I believe that it’s time for your departure. We all loaded into the golf cart, along with their purses, packages, and a bag of reserve makeup and hair spray products. As we pas
sed around the outer perimeter of Al’s extensive rose garden, he suddenly stood up in a pair of overalls with from where he had been bent over pruning, shouted good morning and waved. We all called out morning greetings back to him, and returned his wave.
“Wow! He’s an early riser!”, Lori commented.
“Been that way all his life.”, I noted. “About five o’clock most mornings, four if it’s a busy day.”
“I love tea roses.”, Sasha commented. “I always wanted a place to have a small garden of them of my own.”
“Maybe you all will get back in time to browse through Al’s garden for bit.”, I offered.
Rosita spoke up eagerly, “Rosita, is named for the rose. Is too bad she does not always smell as the rose! Eh?”, and she giggled.
“You are all as beautiful as roses this morning!”, I told them. As we rounded the corner of Al’s extensive garage, I spotted Al’s executive Sikorsky chopper on the landing pad, with his uniformed pilot patiently waiting alongside. Unlike Ray Belcher, Al’s regular pilot had actually used the concrete helipad, instead of the grass, and I was able to drive right up to the cargo doors to unload the girl’s packages, and they could climb right up the steps without getting their feet wet in the dew-covered grass.
After quick hugs and kisses, they scampered up the steps, and the pilot shut them in. I pulled the golf cart away from the landing pad, as the pilot got in, readying for takeoff. Once I was a safe distance away from the pad, I turned the cart to face the chopper again, and the blades began to spin up. I spotted Lori in the window waving and throwing me a kiss, and I threw her one back and waved. The chopper lifted from the pad, then tilted back and to its left, roaring off into the northern sky. I noticed for the first time, when I shifted the golf cart into forward, that there was a digital clock installed in the dash alongside an AM/FM radio-disc player. It read six-o-one AM.
On my way back to the guest house, I noticed that Al had already left the rose garden. When I arrived at the guest house, there was a note taped to the door, from Tony, the cook-housekeeper assistant-IT geek. It read, Mr. Longworth, requests your presence for breakfast, in the kitchen of the main house. To be served at six thirty, AM. Thank you, with regards, and it was signed, Toney. Since I had a bit of time before I needed to show up in Al’s kitchen, I decided to keep my beard, shaped and trimmed, to maintain a nice clean, professional look. Besides, I figured it looked sexier that way to the girls. After finishing with my beard, and downing another cup of coffee, I checked myself one last time in the mirror, and as we sometimes joke here in the south, headed up to the big house.
