I had come to look at the property that was for sale, and he was there to show me around. He spoke in a soft, kind voice, introducing himself to me as I climbed out of the boat onto the beach. He was quite intriguing and quite handsome. I instantly began imagining what it might be like to know a man of Latin culture intimately. Would it be different from any other man? Would his kisses be sweeter, softer? Would he know what a woman of society and sophistication would require? Could he deliver the goods? I had never been with a Latin man before and the thought was appealing.
I was pretty damn sure he would know how to handle any situation when it came to a woman! You could see his confidence in the way he moved his body, in his eyes, and when he spoke.
Rolando finished showing me around the property and told me about the many different plants and flowers, and even gathered cuttings from some of them for me to take back to my house where I was staying. The tour of the property had been informative and I would have plenty of information to forward to my friend in the States and I was delighted to have met such a wonderful, attractive man in the process. Even though he was nowhere near as attractive as Connery, I compared the two in my mind inch by inch. Experiencing the lavishness being bestowed upon me by both and what it might feel like being meshed between the two of them at the same time. Heavenly is all that came to my mind.
The day had gotten extremely hot and I had not intended on being gone as long as I had. It was in the heat of the day now, and was past time for me to head back. We had completed the tour of the home and walked to the front of the house and back towards the pier. First Rolando offered me a cool glass of ice water and a chance to sit for a minute to cool down before I departed. The pounding sun would be very hot in the little wooden boat and fresh cool water would help with the short trip back in a refreshing way, he told me. We laughed and enjoyed the cool water together on the front lawn and spoke of the beautiful, glistening sea just beyond the property line and the towering concrete wall that protected the property from storms and rising water and how wonderful the sea could be on such a hot summer day.
Rolando finished all of his water, placed the glass down, and then turned and asked me if I would like to go for a swim with him before I left. I finished my water quickly, handed him my empty glass and as he placed it down beside his glass, I once again noticed his amazing good looks. He was tall and strong, with bulging muscles, and certainly at least ten years younger than I was. With no thought what-so-ever regarding my answer to his question, I slipped off my sundress, which revealed my golden tan body and the red bikini I was wearing underneath. I didn’t have to say a word; from my actions, he knew I was all for the swim.
Together we silently walked towards the crystal clear water. Rolando assisted me down the steep sandy beach into the edge of the beautiful Caribbean Sea. He took me in his arms and together we walked out into the deeper, more, turquoise colored water. The feeling I was having at that very moment was if I were still a teenager having never touched a man, a real man, for the first time. I flushed with redness as if I were embarrassed to be seen with such a handsome younger man in public, dressed so scantly.
The rough crashing waves and the hot sun above made me feel unsteady and I struggled to stand alone in the salty sea water without his assistance. The beautiful white caps on the top of each approaching wave sparkled like due drops in the early morning hours that settles on the plants, and grass at dawn just the before the sun comes up.
We splashed in the cool refreshing water, and together slapped the waves at each other in delight, like silly child’s play, while I held tight to his hands so not to fall down into the water. I laughed at him about his comments regarding how beautiful I was, if he only knew what I was thinking at the moment for I could not seem to take my eyes off of his magnificent body. Rolando’s body was soft to the touch, tanned, and was very pleasing to the eye. His amazing beauty far exceeded my expectations of any man I had previously been with.
I didn’t even seem to be concerned that this man could speak only a few words of English. With the look from our eyes, we could read and understand each other’s thoughts easily. We swam for a while, when finally I became exhausted from fighting the strong waves, Rolando helped me back to the shore. We rested briefly, and then I told him I needed to leave for it would take me a while to get back to my house. He asked me in his broken English if he could come to visit me in the evening? I replied that I would enjoy a visit from him very much, and I would even prepare an America dinner for him if he would like that.
So an evening date was set. I was excited. I had never done anything like this before. Here I was in a faraway country alone, now having this sexy irresistible foreign man coming to my home for dinner. Was I insane, had I lost my mind? Why was I afraid? Rushing floods of concern for my safety raced through my mind for a brief moment, then I decided what would it matter, my life as I knew it was virtually over. So take a chance, whatever happened was meant to be, whether good or bad. This was my immediate conclusion and who knew, maybe he would be an awesome person. I had already been with many men back in the States and never had the fear of anything happening while alone with them. But this was different I was not back home and I had no way to call for help if this man tried to harm me in any way. What was meant to be would happen, and with no regrets I would suffer the consequences of the evening.
I arrived home at the cabin and began immediately to prepare the food items for the meal that we would be sharing. I decided to fry chicken, have sweet buttered carrots and make mashed potatoes. I would make tea for our drink, but had some Vodka and White Wine, along with some Patron, in the fridge if he would prefer liquor.
Rolando was to arrive at precisely seven p.m., and it was almost seven now. I bathed, and oiled my tanned body sufficiently. I brushed my hair, allowing it to hang long and soft on my shoulders. I put on some makeup to complete a more finished appearance and dabbed my body with the perfume that William, my husband, swore attracted any man towards me and made them mad with a wantonness to nibble away at my seemingly chocolate fragrant body.
I decided to wear a new aqua and blue bikini, which made my tanned skin appear to glow even more against the shades of turquoise and my sun drenched hair seem even blonder than what it was. I placed a clean pastel olive green sun dress over the suit so as not to be just in a swim suit for the dinner. The green of the dress made my green eyes greener than usual. I was anticipating we might go for a night swim so I wanted to be dressed and ready if he would consent to swimming.
Seven o’clock arrived and he was there, right on time. Hola, he spoke, as he entered into the house, through the wide, open, glass panel doors. The doors had been left open so that the evening breeze would flow through the house. I was so nervous now. Again, I wondered if I had just completely lost my mind. What would the night hold for us? Would I have a night to remember with this Latin dream boat?
I sat the place settings on the table and did my best to explain to him what foods I had prepared, asking him to please go ahead and fill his plate. I followed, filling my plate with a little of each dish. We sat at the new handmade dining table and chairs, I had just purchased from one of the local furniture builders in town. Rolando began to discuss the process of making such a wonderful piece of furniture. As he talked, he told me that furniture building was his trade, and the set we were sitting at was a magnificent piece of workmanship. The table and chairs were handmade, from local hard wood trees and would never need replacing. They were heavy, strong and sturdy, light in color and the builder had carved palm trees and sea gulls on the surface of them as a surprise.
As we ate, we talked more, but I noticed he wasn’t eating much, so I was afraid he might not be enjoying the food items. Were they not spicy enough, not traditional enough? I hadn’t known how to prepare the food of the land, so I had done as I had promised, and prepared him some-what traditional American meal. We completed all that we were go
ing to eat, arose from the table and walked towards the open glass doors that led out onto the porch area at the front of the house.
The breeze off the Caribbean Sea was nice. The sky was lit up with a trillion stars, like twinkle lights on a Christmas tree. The backdrop of the stars was a dark, mysterious sky, inviting anyone to sit and enjoy such a beautiful sight. I couldn’t help but wonder now if I really wanted to go for a swim or not. The thought of any scandalous exploitation might follow me back to the States, and how would I explain what I had done with this man if anyone were to find out.
We chatted briefly with broken English and my pitiful Spanish, but understanding each other seem to be easy enough, for our eyes expressed the words much clearer than any spoken words ever could. As we sat underneath the beautiful sky and the half-moon far above us, which reflected the stars upon the dark water, the thought now of a night swim was as far away from my thoughts as my home back in the States. Before I realized it, he took my hand and led me towards the beach and the water’s edge. I moved slowly, cautiously with some consternation of what might be going on in this man’s mind, as we approached the water’s edge. He pulled me further out into water ever so slowly. I quickly turned my back towards his face and removed my sundress tossing it to the shore, exposing now only the colorful new swim suit I wore and my vibrant tan body. Rolando placed his large arms around my waist before I turned back to face him. He began softly kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. I liked this very much; I knew I wanted more of Rolando. His hands moved slowly up my waist to my breasts, he softly caressed my body. Kissing me with more intensity now, I felt my body fill with an amazing comfort that seemed way too familiar. I became restless suddenly, with a desire to have sex with Rolando. I needed a man inside me, and my body ached with desire! I’d known all along that I would accept his sexual challenge if it came to that, with no regrets. This is what I had desired to happen while on this venture, but I never dreamed of it happening quite like it was. I moved my arms towards my back, between Rolando’s body and mine and untied my swim suit top and it fell slowly towards the water. Rolando’s soft strong hands covered my breasts and he took me in his arms, turned me towards him and began kissing my body, my mouth with such tenderness, I couldn’t remember when I had been kissed so softly. He was gently, slowly moving from my lips to my neck, suckling my breasts, and down my arms, kissing me with his luscious lips. He was in full control of his movements, with such power and an intensity that was difficult for me to resist. I kissed him back and together we removed the remainder of my swimsuit. I felt a sudden flutter in my stomach, a ping in my heart; this man wanted me, but why? I could close my eyes and dream of it being Connery if I wanted to, but the moment was too real to be a dream and besides I hoped that one day I might have the opportunity to actually lie with Connery, make beautiful love with him, having no other man in my thoughts but him when it happened.
Soon Rolando and I shifted from the deep water back to the more shallow water where the waves rushing ashore whispered softly with a gentle motion that added to the sensual intensity. Together we lay down in the water holding each other with bodies swelling with a desire to be one. The waves would take the swimsuits to the shore with the night current so there was no need to retrieve them at that moment. Time appeared to go by ever so slowly.
Rolando took my hand and raised me up from the water’s edge, and together we walked back to the house. Once inside, without hesitation he reached for the fluffy, soft, down comforter, that had been in the chair. He placed it on the floor of the cabin just at the opening, where the breeze was felt at its best. As we lay down, holding each other tightly, kissing; suddenly he softly whispered to me, “Will you make love to me?” Without hesitation I consented to the act, wanting this beyond any means of the imagination. It had been weeks since I had been in such a heated moment of passion with a man. Even though there had many encounters since my separation none had given me the feeling like I was having right now.
Rolando got up from the comforter and moving towards his shorts he had pulled off prior to our swim. He removed from the pocket a condom. I thought to myself, what woman in her right mind, would decline such an opportunity as this, with this absolutely gorgeous man! I surely wasn’t about to!
We fucked in the moon lit night, there on the hard wood floor of the beach cabin. Once the act of passion was completed we held each other tight for a while, each wanting more.
Together we relocated from the floor to the queen bed in the downstairs master bedroom dozing briefly and then the sex began again, this time with twice as much force than the first. Love making resumed with deep kissing and caressing. He had gone down on me and had placed his face in my crotch licking my clit, kissing me softly between my thighs and causing my body to exaggerate with convulsion like movements. He placed his tongue inside my pussy causing me to have an orgasm with just the touch of his lips. We shifted in the bed as I ravished myself with his large long dick and gently moving my mouth up and down on him as he held my head firm in his hands so as to guide me with the motion that he was wanting. This time Rolando preferred to take a more southerly route to please him and me. He rolled me over and raised my bottom high enough to insert swollen dick into my ass. Only on occasion, had I encountered a man that would delight in having anal sex, so I was tight and firm in this area. Rolando was gentle with slow but deliberate moves as he began his penetration. He was large and long and much to my surprise he slid in easily. Once completely inside me his moves in and out caused a rapid eruption of his hot fluids into my body, he came much quicker this time. For the second time, in less than two hours, I had sex with this incredible handsome Latin man. Ironically, I thought briefly of William but quickly dismissed the encroaching melancholy feeling that often overcame me when I wondered, how after so many years why I had married William. Though I loved him dearly, there always seemed to be something missing in our relationship, something I had never been able to put my finger on precisely. William had never wanted me sexually the way Rolando had on this night. He never, even in the beginning would have sex more than once in an evening, and never ever had attempted anal sex; he had never even cared for oral sex much. Sex with William was always good but never enough for me, never fully satisfying my needs.
I was physically exhausted and whispered to Rolando, I needed sleep. So I turned over but never felt him move away from my side. He lay there, holding me closely, as if he were protecting me from the night. Soft flowing panels of mosquito netting covered us completely and added another layer of sexual indulgence to the evening. As the netting fluttered softly in the breeze, the lit candle that glowed on the bedside table filled the room with a hint of sweet hyacinth fragrance. The pale, green, satin comforter was cool to the touch and felt good against my slightly sunburned body as I fell into a deep trance like sleep. It seemed like only a minute in time had passed, when I was awakened by the soft hands of Rolando touching me gently arousing me with his soft fingers rubbing my body, feeling inside my still wet cavity from the two acts of sex. I was aroused and awoke from my deep sleep. Opened my eyes slightly, just enough to see him approach my mouth, kissing me tenderly and causing me again to become hot with passion and wantonness for him. He mounted me again, but he pulled out softly, rapidly, and prematurely, suddenly he erupted all over my body. I loved when a man ejaculated on me; it was something I had always enjoyed, having these sweet fluids all about my body and then taking my partner and sharing the warm wet cum with his body. Rubbing together like flint and rock, igniting a fire. The fragrance of sex was strong and combined with the scent of the candle it made me think what it might be like to have made love in a flower garden where nothing but sweet scents abounded.
Sex took on many different scents but Rolando’s was sweet, with a hint of coconut. Deliciously editable! I had never, ever in my life had such a night as this. I had been with several men since my separation with William, but none had been as good as this night wi
th Rolando.
Even when William had invited others to join him and me, he had never shown such wanting desires to take me so many times in one evening. Nor had he ever taken me in so many different sexual positions as this night had given me. But he never minded others doing so, while he watched.
I had never dreamt of such a night of sex like I just had with this stranger, but I was pleased beyond words. This night had taken me to peaks of magnificent grandeur. I had been to the mountain top, and nothing less would ever be sufficient for me again. Rolando had set the standard I would require from all men, when it came to sex. Wondering if Connery would be able to meet this standard or not, I imagined just by his looks alone he would be able come quite close if not exceed to a higher standard, if there could be one!
The third time, sex was quick, forceful, intense almost as if he was trying to prove to me he could do this again and again as many times as I would allow him to or as many times as I could take it. I wondered how many times I could last. Could I last another time, so many times so close together? I would hold on with a desire to be one with him for as long as I could physically manage. He was marvelous, in bed, and I was fulfilled beyond words. I couldn’t believe where the night had gone, sex three times, each so different, so intense, so pleasurable for the both of us. Rest and sleep that’s all I wanted now. Again I fell into a deep sleep. Not sure knowing exactly how long I had slept; Rolando again began to softly kiss my mouth, my neck, and the small of my back. This time upon awakening I stopped him, I told him, no, that I needed to shower to cool my body down. The night was hot, in many ways but my body temperature was insanely hot and I needed to be refreshed if we were to going to have mad animal like sex again before the sun came up!
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