Wanna meet my seester

I don’t know why, but I left for work hours early that afternoon. I was a second-shift security guard at a development of condos in sunny Florida. The project was fairly new and only a hand-full of people lived there. So my job consisted mainly of sitting in a five by five guard shack, letting an occasional tenant in and watching seagulls and pelicans fill their stomachs from the brackish backwater. I made my usual weekly stop at the quick-mart for a magazine to read at work, and a soft drink. Since I had read all the newsmagazines and was so secluded at work, I picked up the latest issue of your magazine. I was walking out the door when I was met by a boy, no older than ten or eleven. He noticed my reading material and walked right in my path. I had to stop to keep from running him down. He looked up at me, smiled and said “My sister would like you, you want to meet her?” Really, that’s what he said. I remembered all the times I had heard in movies or read in jokes “Hey meester, you wanna meet my seester?” I glanced around the parking lot to see which van Allen Funt was going to step out of. But, no van and no “Candid Camera.” Okay, so I decided to play the game. I said “How much?” “Ten dollars” was his reply. He didn’t wait for me to say anything; he just stuck his hand out and asked me for a quarter. He walked over to the phone, dialed a number, spoke a few words of Spanish, and hung up the phone. He walked back to where I was standing and just smiled. Coming from around the corner of the building was an angel, wearing cut off jean shorts and a small white halter-top. She seemed to be somewhere between 12 and 25. Olive skin with eyes that melted right through you. Hair that was jet black, long and swirled around the clearly visible dark nipples of her baseball sized breasts, which were held up beautifully only by nature. Her legs looked like they had just came from a pantyhose commercial. Just about the time I convinced myself that this girl could not possibly be the one I was waiting for, she walked right up to me and held out her hand. I kissed her hand and smelled her skin. It was like honeysuckle, sweet but not overpowering. “My name is Valencia” she purred.

“You’re beautiful” were the only words I could get out. I couldn’t possibly believe my luck, or believe that this was really happening. I had lived in Florida for six months and my work schedule left little time to meet women. This girl looked perfect, and for a mere ten bucks she was mine. She kept smiling at me with a sincere look on her face, which puzzled me. I hadn’t bought sex before and didn’t know what to do next, so I just asked her “What now?” “What ever you want” was her reply. To the phone booth in a flash, I called in sick for work. I wanted to spend every minute I could with this beautiful lady. I smiled and looked into her dark eyes and said, “Dinner?” The biggest sweetest smile swept her face as she took my hand and we started towards my car. I don’t think “Blow job” would have gotten the same reaction from her. I took her to a seafood restaurant where we sat side by side in a booth in a dark corner. Her eyes would light up when I talked, like she was truly interested in every word. Being inexperienced with hookers I just assumed she was very good at her job. But her expressions and interest were working. I was so taken by this girl; I was sporting the biggest wood I had ever had. Her hand eased up my thigh and started massaging my throbbing organ. I was feeding her with one hand and roaming over her perfect body with the other one. She undid my pants and released my cock, which by now was in pain from being locked in my jeans. She dropped to the floor and in an instant I felt the wet moistness of her mouth and tongue working on me. Thanks to the restaurant for large table-clothes, or we would have been thrown out. Every few seconds her head would bump into the bottom of our table, and I would hear her soft moans become slightly louder. It was too much, I tried to push her off before I came but she held on tight. Soon, rockets were going off in my head and I was going off in her mouth. She didn’t even flinch; she just slowed slightly so I wouldn’t fly through the roof. As I softened, she cleaned me with her talented little tongue, kissed it softly and replaced it and zipped me up. She crawled up from the floor and gave me a devilish little smile. She had one drop on her chin, and when I kissed her it transferred to my chin. Smiling widely, her tongue darted out and whisked the last remnant from my face. I was ready to leave right then but I remembered the smile she gave me when I asked her to go to dinner. I figured she was happy that I didn’t jump right to the sex. I thought that the dinner might be the reason I was receiving this royal treatment. So I fought back my urges and finished the meal, while stroking her legs and softly kissing her cheek, her hand and her hair. While she was finishing her dessert I excused myself to use the men’s room. I ran to the phone and called a friend of mine who manages a limousine service. As luck would have it he told me that his business was dead and he was closing up for the night. With a little persuasion on my part, A long black limo was waiting when we stepped out onto the street. I walked her up to the car like we were going to look at it, when my friend ran to the back of the car, tipped his hat at her and opened the door. I thought she was going to faint. She became unsteady and fell into my arm s. I helped her into the back of the limo and scrambled in behind her. We were cruising along the island highway with the moon roof open and the stars above us. We stood with our heads sticking out of the top of the car. She looked so sexy with her long trail of hair following behind. I wrapped my arms around her and gently kneaded her firm tits. She moaned and leaned into me. I ducked into the car leaving a trail of kisses on her body as I went. There was no resistance when I tugged her cut-offs down.

She lifted one foot and then the other so I could get her pants out of the way. She was standing on the seat now with her folded arms on top of the car. She had to spread her legs slightly so she wouldn’t stick too far out of the moon roof. This gave me the opportunity to survey the body of this beautiful woman. A small triangle of long curly hair rested just above her moist spot. It was gorgeous, puffy from her arousal and sweet smelling, I knew it was my turn to return the favor for the attention I received at the restaurant. I kissed and caressed her knees and thighs as my hands massaged higher, leading the way for my hungry lips and tongue. When my lips touched her sweet lips I thought to myself that this was the most exciting woman that I had ever met. She tasted almost sweet. I started slowly encircling her clit with my tongue and increased my tempo to match her gentle thrusts toward my face. She started gyrating up and down which allowed me access from her puckered little asshole to her patch of pubic hair without moving my face. My tongue danced across her ass, dipped into her slit and lathered her swollen clit. When she started her loud moaning, informing me of her coming orgasm, I felt light-headed as if I was the one about to cum. I started sucking hard on her clit, which looked like it was going to explode. Her body went into convulsions, she screamed something in Spanish and fell onto the seat and passed out. When she regained consciousness, I was sitting naked next to her, she saw my cock waving like a flagpole and promptly sat on it. She was very wet and the squishy sounds her pussy made brought me to climax in less than a minute. That was the most incredible experience that I have ever had, with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. We were married a month later. She needed a way to stay in the states and I needed her more than anything else in this world. That was twenty years ago. Once a year on our anniversary we go to the same restaurant, rent a limo and re-live our first night.

We met under circumstances that wouldn’t seem to foster a relationship. We turned that meeting into a twenty-year romance that grows stronger with each passing year.