A Dark and Stormy Night
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It may sound trite and a bit of a cliché, alright, a big bit, but the night that things changed for Franklin Church was indeed dark and very stormy. Some background my be called for here. Franklin was a stock analyst for one of the major brokerages. Since the crash of '08 things had been very stressful for him. At sixty, he was trying to decide if it was time to retire. He could afford it but he knew he couldn't just stop working and he wasn't sure what he would do to occupy his time.
He was thinking thoughts along these lines so that as he approached the elevators in the lobby of his apartment building, he wasn't aware of her presence until he was almost on top of her. He managed to stop with about two feet between them. He should have noticed her because she was hard not to notice. He had seen her at various times over the last few months. Since he had been living there for years, he assumed she was a recent arrival.
We he first saw her he thought she was rather tall, but quickly realized she was almost always in heels that put her just below eye-to-eye level with his six feet. She had smooth, even, caramel colored skin and straight black hair below her shoulders. He thought Latin but the cast of the eyes suggested a trace of Asian, with the result being exotic and beautiful. And at the moment the exotic beauty was having trouble juggling three bags and the button to the elevator. Old man trouble was winning.
Franklin showed remarkable reflexes and quickness when he saved one of the bags from succumbing to gravity and with his free hand pushing the up button. The smile he got in return would have been worth any effort he expended. It was full of even white teeth and lit up that exotic face and added a bit of gleam to her deep brown eyes.
"Oh, thank you so much. I should know better than to try and carry all this at once. But I didn't have much in the apartment and with this storm coming I guess I sort of panicked."
"I understand. I was hauling in bags yesterday," he said with a small smile of his own. "Let me give you a hand. Oh, Franklin Church here."
"Rose Sanchez. Do you think it's going to be as bad as they say?" she asked, showing some nervousness.
"It'll be some trouble, I'm sure. I've lived here long enough to have been through them before."
"Oh dear," she said as the door slid open and they stepped inside. "I just hate weather like this. A bad thunder storm can send me into a panic."
Franklin made to press the floor button and looked to his car mate in invitation.
"Seventeen," she said.
"Same here."
"Well, neighbor, it's nice to meet you. I'd offer a hand if I had one free. You're the first one in the building I've met."
"My pleasure, Rose. Yes, the folks around here can be a bit self involved. And don't worry, it's a sturdy building, very little sway in strong winds."
"Oh, dear," she said, dismayed.
They both got off at seventeen and Franklin gestured that she should go ahead and he would follow with the third bag. Their apartments were separated by the length of the main corridor and after she unlocked her door he handed her the third bag and said,
"I'm in seventeen oh three. If you need anything, just come knocking."
"Thank you, Franklin, you're a real gentleman."
She flashed him that smile again and he gave a small one in return. He turned and headed down the corridor to his apartment. Over the next several hours the conditions outside degraded significantly. The wind picked up, the rain started coming down and lightening laced the dark clouds. The subsequent thunder arrived quickly and rattled the windows. Franklin had prepared and eaten a simple dinner. He was sitting on the couch watching the outdoor pyrotechnics when he heard a frantic pounding on his door. When he opened it he was hit by a shorter but much more animated Rose Sanchez. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.
He managed to get the door closed and stagger back a few steps. He was going to make a crack about how sudden this all was but he could feel how hard she was shaking and realized the young woman was truly badly frightened. Keeping one arm around her shoulder he managed to pry her loose enough to lead her over to the couch where he sat them down. About thirty seconds later a very close bolt of lightening touched off a shattering peel of thunder. Franklin flinched as the girl burrowed into him, her fingers squeezing like pliers on his arms. She whimpered.
"Shhhh, you're alright. Everything is outside and your safe inside. Just try to relax."
For two hours, as the storm raged outside, Franklin played host and psychological anchor for the panicky young lady. He had to admit, if he overlooked the likely bruises on his arms, having a woman of any age holding on to him like that was a pleasant way to pass the time. After the end of the second hour the intensity of the storm dropped off and Rose began to relax a bit. By the end of the third hour the storm had passed and she was unwrapping herself from Franklin.
She was sniffling and her make up was a mess. His shirt was stained with tears and other things. He reached over to the end table next to the couch for the box of tissues. She accepted it with a embarrassed grin and sniff. After she was done she looked at him and said,
"My god, you must think I'm such a coward."
"Not really. My guess is somewhere in your past something happened that involved a lot of noise and you're reacting to it."
"Are you a psychiatrist or something?"
"No, a stock analyst but I got a degree in psychology first but found there wasn't much money in it so I went back to business school. I do keep up though. You'd be surprised how much a knowledge of the human psyche comes in handy when trying to figure the market," he replied.
"I guess that makes sense," she replied, sniffing a bit again. "Would you mind if I stayed for a little bit. It helps to have someone to talk after something like this."
"Sure, can I get you something to drink? Water, soft drink, something stronger?" he asked.
"A finger or two of scotch would be terrific, thank you."
When he handed her the drink he sat down, leaving a bit of space between them and facing her. She sipped the scotch and then took a deep breath.
"I can't thank you enough for being here for me. Before we ran into each other in the lobby I was trying to decide if I should hide under the bed or in the bathtub."
"Bathtub," Franklin said matter-of-factly. "These fiberglass units float very nicely."
Her eyebrows popped and then she started to chuckle, a throaty sound he found very attractive. As she sipped her drink she relaxed more and the conversation that ensued revealed she was born in Colombia, was sent to the United States to live with relatives around the age of two, for reasons that still haven't been made clear. She worked in the fashion industry as a marketing executive. She worked a great deal and had little in the way of outside interests other than reading an occasional book or going to a movie. It was close to midnight before she said,
"I think I've imposed on you enough. I should be getting back to my apartment."
She rose gracefully and he got up to follow her to the door. She turned to face him and said,
"Thank you again," and she placed her hand alongside his face. "You're a very sweet man," and since she was in flat soled slippers, she had to reach up to kiss him lightly on the side of his face.
She opened the door and then turned,
"I'd like to repay you for your kindness. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? Since I bought all that food I should be able to come up with something."
"I'd like that very much. One favor though. Nothing too spicy. I'm an old man with a fragile digestion."
"You're not old, Franklin. You're experienced," she said and then headed off down the corridor.
He knew it was bad form but he stuck his head out the door and watched as she walked away, her denim clad ass swaying seductively. He reminded himself she was likely half his age but it was nice to imagine. He allowed his imagination to run at a low level all the next day at the office and when he returned home he found a piece of paper folded into the card key slot of his door. It simply had the number seven written on it.
He smiled to himself and went inside to get ready, to include a shower, shave and general sprucing up. He left his apartment at six fifty eight and precisely at seven he was knocking on the door. When it swung open he was met with an exotic smiling face near on a level with his own. He smiled back.
"Right on time, very nice, I like punctuality in a man. Please come in," Rose said.
As he walked past she hooked his arm with hers, swung the door shut and directed him to the couch.
"Dinner will be in about fifteen minutes. Can I get you a drink or anything before hand?"
"No, thank you. I can wait that long."
As they sat she looked at him and said,
"You know, I can't remember the last time I've had dinner with someone like this."
"What? That you made for them?"
"No, for purely social reasons. My dinners and lunches are always about the sale. Not at all that much fun," she said with what he thought was the cutest touch of a pout.
"Well, I promise not to try and sell you any stock if you try not to sell me any dresses," he replied straight faced.
She started to giggle and said,
"Sorry, but I can't imagine you in any of the clothes that I market. We don't do menswear. Although I think you'd look terrific in some of the newer suits."
"What? I don't look okay in what I wear?" he asked.
"Oh, sure, but like you say, you look okay. But one of the new styles and cuts, hmm, you'd look so dashing and sophisticated."
As she said this she squeezed the arm she was still holding, her eyes looking at him speculatively. He had to take a deep breath before he continued.
"Well, I was never much for keeping up with what's current. Tried and true, that's my style."
She wrinkled her nose and forehead a bit and said,
"I may have to see what I can do to change that," and before she got any further the timer rang and interrupted them. "Ah, there we go. Come, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised with what I have for you."
And he was. While traditionally Colombian, the meal was only lightly spiced and he found it more than palatable. It helped to have such a stunning dining partner who seemed more than willing to discuss things unrelated to fashion or finance. After the meal was finished they retired back to the couch and Rose said,
"You know, I can't thank you enough for what you did for me last night. But I have to make a confession."
"What's that?"
"I wasn't as scared for as long as it seemed," she replied, looking a little embarrassed.
"So you were holding on to me like a python because...?
"Because you were holding on to me like someone who cared. I haven't felt that in a very long time," she said her voice getting small.
"Well, that hardly seems right,'' Franklin replied and he took his arm and brought it up and over her shoulders and she gladly nestled into him, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Mmm, this is so nice. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Do you find me attractive?"
"Extremely."
"Do you find my age an issue?"
"I suppose not. I mean it's not like someone seeing us in public would think you were my daughter."
"I'm glad you think so," she said as she pivoted a bit and took hold of his head with her hand and pulled it down so that their lips met.
He was a bit surprised but not unpleasantly so. Her lips were soft and warm and wet. They were also just a touch spicy from the meal. He began kissing back and this prompted her to put both arms around his neck and really lean in. It wasn't long before they began working their tongues into it and the embrace became tighter, her firm tits pressed into his chest, her one leg hooked up over his. He then began to work his lips over her neck and throat, as she whispered and groaned her pleasure. When they finally pulled apart she said,
"Oh, god, I was so hoping for this. It's been so long."
Then she pulled him back and their passionate kissing continued for some minutes. He brought his hand down to roam over her bare leg as her skirt rode most of the way up her thigh. Her caramel colored skin was warm and smooth and the muscle beneath was trim and firm. She began to mumble something in Spanish, of which he didn't understand but the general feeling was perfectly clear. One hand came down off his neck and began to run over the front of his torso, finally finding the buttons which were skillfully undone one at a time.
His hands were doing nicely on their own. The one on her back was moving up and down in slow sweeps while the other slipped up under the back of her skirt and found a pair of trim cheeks completely uncovered by the thong she wore. Rose swung her leg completely over his lap and she wound up straddling him face to face, her ass grinding on his legs as her tits pressed into his chest. As if a dam had broken, whatever pent up sexual energy Rose had been dealing with came pouring out. She had Franklin's shirt open and off and was pulling up on his t-shirt. He in turn was working a bare ass cheek with one hand and the other was running over her firm tits through the fabric of her blouse and bra.
"Oh, si, papi," she was mumbling as she tugged his t-shirt over his head, revealing a thin covering of white hair on his firm if not actually muscular chest.
She dipped her head down to begin licking his nipples as her lower body writhed. As her hips ground into his, something was trying to register with him but Franklin was a bit distracted as this sultry beauty applied tongue, lips and teeth to his nips. After a while she worked her way back up his chest, kissing his throat and then back to his lips. With her in a more upright posture he returned the favor and undid the buttons to her silk blouse and had it off in a moment.
Felt through the flimsy bra, Franklin thought that some augmentation had been done, but who really cared. From her reaction to his playing with the hard nipples through the thin material, it was obvious she was enjoying his efforts. As his hand worked around her ass, he slipped it down to begin to probe under the front of the thong. When his fingertips encountered a pair of smallish, but firm, balls he felt the girl's body stiffen.
In quick succession, his mind processed the information. He was in the early stages of one of the hottest sexual encounters of his life. The girl was young, drop dead gorgeous and hotter than any Colombian dish he could imagine. He had played with cocks before, but always on a guy, so that was no big deal. Having processed the data, his mind sent the appropriate signals to his body which proceeded to pull Rose tighter against him, his tongue probed deeper into her mouth and his hands began to work her tits and balls that much more earnestly.
Rose, realizing that Franklin was now aware of her sexuality and was more than accepting, threw off all the stops and melted into him. It took some doing but eventually all the clothes came off without an interruption in body contact to include lips, tongue, hands and crotches. Franklin was enjoying the feel of her hard nipples on his chest and that of her hard cock against his. After some more grinding, Rose broke off the kiss and began working her way down his chest and stomach, licking and kissing as she went.
Then she was kneeling at his feet, pushing his legs apart, her well manicured finger nails running up and down his thighs. His cock was rigidly pointing up from just above his ample ball sack. It looked to be around seven inches and maybe five to five and half inches around. The head was slightly bulbous, flaring just a bit beyond the shaft. The tip was shining with precum. She let one hand stroke the warm firm shaft while the other cupped his balls.
"Oh, papi," she muttered as she played with his package.
Finally she leaned in and began to put her beautifully painted lips to work, as well a very wet, pink tongue. Franklin was in heaven. It had been some time since he last had a wet willing mouth work his cock. She began to slide her lips over the head and begin to work down the shaft. It was a long slow journey that included a lot of tongue. She didn't stop until her nose was resting lightly on his lower belly and his entire hard dick was engulfed.
He in turn laid his hands gently on her head, feeling the soft thick black hair beneath his fingers. Then she began the slow ascent back up the shaft until her lips were locked just below the head. Despite her obvious lust displayed as they were making out, her oral technique was much less frenzied, as if she was savoring a fine wine. After the first few minutes her hands began to roam, caressing his thighs, abdomen and chest. Franklin knew that if this kept up he wouldn't last very long, so reluctantly he took hold of her bare smooth shoulders and pulled her up and off his cock.
When she gave him a questioning look, he just smiled and kept her moving until she was lying on her back on the couch, her head resting on the arm. He now had his first clear view of her fully naked body. It was slim and firm, with smooth clear caramel colored skin. Her tits were of moderate size, well sculpted with no clear sign of where the implants had gone in. The dark brown nipples were thick and very hard. Her cock was hard and resting against her stomach. It was maybe four and a half to five inches long and perhaps the same around. Her balls weren't that large and hung just below the shaft.
He smiled at her again and reached out to slowly stroke it. Her answering smile was lazy and her eyes were half lidded. He stroked until he saw a clear drop of precum ooze from the tip and then he leaned in to lick it off. It had a tangy, spicy taste, appropriate to the girl producing it. Then he let his lips envelope the head and begin a faster descent until he had the whole cock in his mouth, applying suction and lavishing the head with a lot of tongue.
He felt her hands take hold of his head and she started to fuck his mouth with steady hip movement. Franklin was generating a lot of saliva and it was leaking down onto her balls. He pushed her legs back, one up over the back of the couch and the other with the foot on the floor. He coated his finger with some of the run off and began to apply it to the tight ring of her asshole. Rose began to squirm and moan and her hip movement subtly changed as if she was trying to force her ass down onto his finger.
He saved her the effort by pushing his index finger in up to the second knuckle. Rose responded with a low, hissing string of Spanish that he didn't recognize but the tone of which told him he was pushing the right buttons. He took his time, enjoying the feel and taste of her cock as well as her reactions to his thorough sucking and finger fucking which had progressed to two fingers all the way in. Finally she broke into English and pleaded,
"Oh, papi, please, let me feel you inside me. Fuck me with your wonderful cock."
He was more than willing to comply but first things first. He slid his mouth of her cock and his fingers from her ass. He then attacked her loosened ring with his tongue, again getting everything his tongue touched soaked with spit. The he knelt between her spread legs and dribbled spit onto his palm and spread it on his head and shaft.
Now that he was ready, he came forward and with one hand on his cock, began rubbing the head on her slippery ass hole and seeing her nod, he began to push in. There wasn't too much resistance and soon enough the head disappeared from sight and Rose was moaning softly. The leg that was across the back of the couch came down to hook around his lower back as he pushed more of his thick cock into her ass. Rose gripped his upper arms and pushed down with her hips to hurry the process along.
Once he had his cock all the way in, Franklin began a slow and steady fucking, his balls lightly slapping her ass on each down stroke. Rose brought her other leg up and now had Franklin wrapped tightly with them around his lower back and her arms around his shoulders. Using all four she drew him down until he was lying on top of her, her tits pressed against his chest, her lips grinding on his and his cock steadily sawing in and out of her ass. As the sensations in his cock and balls grew his pace quickened and the slapping of his balls against her ass began louder and more insistent. The moaning into his mouth as they kissed returned to the stream of Spanish as she dropped her head back and rolled it from side to side as they fucked.
Finally, Franklin couldn't hold back any longer and he muttered,
"Gonna cum."
Rose tightened all four limbs and said,
"In me, papi, in me. Cum in my ass."
That was all it took. Franklin grunted once as he gave one last push and with his cock buried balls deep in her ass he began to shoot. He had always been a pretty prodigious cummer, even from when he first started to masturbate as a boy. And while age may have taken a bit of a toll on him overall, he was still able to pump out a significant volume, especially since he hadn't shot a load in several days. As he fired multiple streams up her ass, Rose squealed into his neck at the sensations, which in turn caused her to fire off her lesser load up between the two of them.
When he was finally done, and the tension drained from his body, Rose refused to relinquish her hold on him but he did manage to settle down slightly to one side so he was resting more of his weight on the couch itself. Rose had returned to kissing him as she held him tightly and her ass continued to grip and milk his spent dick. Finally she said,
"Oh, papi, that was magnifico. It has been so long since a man made me feel like you did. You have made love to a girl like me before?"
"No, Rose, you're the first, but I'm no stranger to having fun with another cock or having mine in someone's tight, hot ass."
"Ooo, tell me more," she cooed.
"Hmm, maybe we should shift around and get more comfortable."
"Alright, Papi," she murmured and with some maneuvering to include the sliding of his deflated cock from her cum filled ass.
Now she was leaning into his side, her head resting on his shoulder, her arms and legs wrapping around him.
"So, tell me about how you become such a fantastic lover," she purred in his ear.
The tale that unfolded was an interesting one. For whatever reason he always seemed to have an interest in people, wondering why the did the things they did, or thought what they thought. His circle of friends was rather wide ranging and diverse, without any one focal point, no best friend. Just a number of good ones. As was often the case, his first experience with sex was solo.
When he first started getting erections he found that he like experimenting with different ways to reach orgasm, to extend the experience or intensify the result. His first experience with someone else was with a girl from the neighborhood who came from a rather open minded family and one day she suggested they try some 'show me yours, I'll show you mine'. When he brought his dick out it was already hard and the girl was quite fascinated. They were in a little wooded lot behind his house and after getting fully naked they each took the other in hand, so to speak, and managed to bring each other to orgasm using just their hands and spoken encouragement. She found his copious cum shots to be of particular fascination.
While they never had actual intercourse, they enjoyed many sessions of mutual masturbation until they both went off to college. When Rose prompted him about his first time with another guy, the story got even more intriguing. It seemed that Franklin was the only child of two rather indifferent parents. They certainly weren't cruel, but they were seldom kind and didn't take all that much interest in him. The adult that provided him with any sense of belonging was his uncle, his mother's brother.
The man was a confirmed bachelor and globe trotter, although not a rich one. His job required he travel the world but he never forget about his nephew and there was hardly a week that went by that a letter, often accompanied be some bit of local manufacture, didn't arrive. Sometimes it could be as mundane as a windup plastic toy from a Tokyo shop or as exotic as a hand carved figurine obtained from the actual carver from some village in Africa.
By the time he was in high school, Franklin had amassed a significant collection of esoteric and eclectic bric-a-brac from around the globe. One summer, however, when he was fifteen, his uncle appeared on the door step. This wasn't entirely a surprise as he managed to visit once, often twice a year. This time, however, there was an old but serviceable camper parked at the curb and he was offering to take the boy on a trip across the country, as he was taking a long vacation and thought Franklin would like a change of scenery.
As soon as he heard the offer, the boy accepted eagerly and the parents agreed almost as an afterthought. After some frantic packing and a raid on his cash hoard, the boy and his uncle were on the road in a matter of hours. They were gone for nearly a month and it was a very educational trip. The part that pertained to Rose's original question occurred after the fourth day on the road. Instead of staying overnight at an established camp ground, they pulled into a state park that only provided for 'boondock' camping, that is, no water, sewer or electrical hookup.
That night turned out to be a clear one, but warm, so instead of being inside the camper, they rigged some mosquito netting from the awning frame, sleeping under the stars. Their sleeping bags were used more for mattresses, with just light sheets over them. What created the situation that followed was the fact that Franklin's playmate had left for summer vacation over a week ago and he was feeling the effects. He thought he was being quiet about the stroking he was giving his hard cock under the sheet but apparently his uncle had good ears.
"You okay, Frankie?" his uncle asked, using the name he always called him.
"Um, yeah, sure, why?" the boy asked.
"Well, from what I'm hearing, you're either doing a lot of scratching under that sheet, or rubbing something, a lot."
"Oh, well, you know, insect bites," the boy replied evasively.
"Frankie, there's no need for that. We all need to do it now and again. See?"
His uncle pushed his sheet down and by the full moon he could see his uncle's shorts down around his ankles and a nice fat cock laying on his lower belly. The man took hold of his dick and began to stroke it. Taking his cue Franklin did the same, pushing the sheet away and taking hold of his own respectable cock.
"See, nothing to be ashamed of. That's a nice one you have there."
"Thanks. You too."
"Thanks, kid. Yup, this fella has seen a lot of action all over the world, but a little hand action is always welcome."
"I know what you mean," Franklin said, "but I like it when it's someone else's hand."
"Easy enough," his uncle said and without hesitation he reached over and started stroking his nephew's hard dick.
Rose was pressing tighter against him as he told her how he soon reached over and took hold of his first ever cock, someone else's anyway, and they stroked each other until they both came. They wiped the cum off themselves by hand and wiped it on the grass, christening the country side, his uncle called it. Then they went to sleep. There was no mention made at breakfast, but each night, either outside or in the camper, they lay side by side, naked, and stroked each other off and then went to sleep.
"When was the first time you ever used that beautiful cock on some fellows ass, papi?"
"Funny you should ask, my dear," he said.
Apparently, about a week after the first night with his uncle they were parked at a national site that was kind of remote. That afternoon a park ranger drove up and began to speak with his uncle. Apparently, when they saw someone in those areas they dropped in to see how well prepared they were to camp, what kind of supplies they had, and feel them out on their camping expertise. After a few minutes the two men went inside the camper so the ranger could inspect it for safety and so forth.
After what seemed a long time, Franklin got curious and slowly opened the door and peeked in. He caught an eyeful. Both men had taken off their shirts and their pants were down to their ankles. His uncle was standing up and the ranger was on his knees, sucking the other man's cock and stroking his own, his bare ass pointing towards Franklin. His uncle saw him looking in so he waved to him to approach the pair.
The boy walked up to stand by his uncle and the ranger took a hand and began to rub the boys bulging shorts. Franklin's uncle nodded encouragement so he pulled his shirt off and undid his shorts and let them drop, then he pushed down his underway, letting his hard dick pop out. The ranger began stroking him as his uncle gently rubbed his ass. The boy was enjoying it immensely. Then his eyes popped as the ranger switched to sucking his dick and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. After a time, the ranger pulled off and looked up at Franklin and said,
"Ever fuck someone's ass, kid?"
When he shook his head, the man insisted he try his on for size. Franklin's dick was dripping with saliva so with some instruction from his uncle he got into position behind the man, having first kicked off his own pants and then pulling off the ranger's and then he pushed his inexperienced but oh so willing dick up the man's ass.
"Oh, papi, you must have really enjoyed that," Rose offered.
"I didn't think anything could be better, and I pounded his ass for ten minutes before I shot a full load up his ass. My uncle filled the guys mouth and he shot his load onto the camper floor. It was fantastic. He left shortly after but then came by after he was done for the day and stayed the night. We had three way sex all over that camper and outside as well. We didn't go to sleep until early morning and we wound up leaving later than we planned but it was fantastic. What a trip. We had a few more adventures like that in different places."
"Well, I owe your uncle a lot then, if he was the one that helped you learn how to use this cock," Rose said as she took hold of his semi-rigid dick and began to play with it. "Do you still have sex with men?"
"For the past twenty years or so, whenever I go on vacation, that's twice a year, I make sure I have some fun that way. Before that it was very sporadic," he replied.
"Where you ever married, papi?"
"Yes, for about three years, when I was in my early thirties. It was one of the few times my, oh, I guessed you say, inclusive nature, got the better of me. I thought the woman was intriguing. In reality she was just plain weird. Not long after our third anniversary, she just up and left and I never heard from her again. I heard later she went off on some journey of discovery to little know places around the world, and just sort of dropped out of sight. For all I know, she got eaten by a crocodile or something. The divorce was based on abandonment."
"I'm sorry for that, papi, but it turned out to be lucky for me," Rose said as she began kissing him again.
Franklin had decided he had done enough talking and returned her kisses eagerly. They wound up face to face wrapped in each others arms, legs entwined. He couldn't remember anyone ever feeling so good in his arms. Perhaps the combination of hard nippled tits against his chest and a nicely hard cock rubbing against his appealed to his nature. His thoughts were interrupted when she purred in his ear,
"Papi, lets go to my bedroom. My bed is so much more comfortable."
"I like that idea."
With that they untangled themselves and helped each other off the couch and walked naked hand in hand into her bedroom. She pulled back the comforter and blankets and they climbed onto the sheets. With some gentle prodding she got him in position so that they could suck each other. His cock slipped into her mouth and hers into his. They took each other slowly and deeply, with much caressing of legs, asses and lower backs. Franklin would occasionally let his hand move to her tits and play with the big hard nipples. By unspoken agreement they continued like that until each one shot a load of cum into the others mouth. He didn't often swallow his partner of the moment's load, but this time there was no question. She had a bigger challenge as he dumped another good load into her mouth and throat but she managed it. They spent some time licking and cleaning each other off. Then they shifted around so they were once more lying together, his head on a pillow, her's on his chest.
As they snuggled there, she asked quietly,
"Papi, do you have to go back to your apartment tonight?"
"No, I don't," he replied.
"Good, I'd like for you to stay with me. We can sleep and when we wake up I want to ride your wonderful cock again."
As he dragged the blanket up over them he said,
"I can't think of anything I'd rather do, mi corazon."
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