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In Miami, warm outside, to warm for many clothes. He lives across the veranda...I see him see me with many a man at my side....does he know which ones I fuck and which I don't? No, he assumes them all. He is a cuban that speaks no english. My chopped spanish at best is of mexican descent and so very different from his dialect. We cannot speak to each other and understand. Body language is all we have to communicate with.
He sees me see him. I make it a point for myself to be seen whenever he is outside...I to, sit outside....brushing my hair, applying lotion, anything that requires his eyes to follow my hands. To pull my hair up to expose my neckline, and make thoughts run through his mind of his mouth residing there. We still have never spoken to each other....never direct one on one contact at all. For a month I torture this poor boy. His friends come over and hang out with him outside....I proceed to torture them as well. Ensuring I have all their attention, picking up words they say in spanish about me that they do not think I understand. Oh, I do, enough to know I am winning - they are in my web...just need to reel them in as desired.
It's game day...and the cowboys are playing. My team...I have re-arranged my furniture to see the tv from outside my house...from the verranda...so I can be outside too. He and his friends are interested to see the game as well....door opened, I waive them over (merely 20 feet) to share the game :) trap set....
I go get drinks for everyone, to ensure walking away from them is seen. To let them admire the curve of my hips as i step up into the house....returning with a smile and a new shirt, tank top know....as it is surely too hot and the need to reveal more of that neckline and cleavage is apparent. We are outside, yet the heat is not from the sun....not even close. I brush my leg against his....forcing contact, the fire has ignited. He is so vulnerable, so unskilled in being seduced...he is so unaware that I am leading him to my trap. His friends tend to fizzle away, seeing that the common interest is no longer on the game. After hours of slight touch, and grazing of the hand....I do not break away his stares. He can see what I want, but to scared to try to pursue it....he can't even ask me my name....
The game is over, he recedes to his apartment....as I do mine....but the night is still young. The veranda is quiet, only the sounds of birds and passing traffic nearby is heard. In the moonlight I sit on my doorstep...he is in his house on the couch, door open...seeing my door way clearly and catches me looking his way. He doesn't react quickly, keeps looking away or going to get another drink, not knowing what to do...but feeling that draw, that call to him. He looks to me finely...directly, and I nod to suggest he join next to me my doorstep. His hand movements questioning by pointing at himself and then at me...I nod yes. He comes over.
I get up and take his hand, leading him into my apartment...closing the door behind him. I push him back against the closed door and bite at his neck, tasting his throat and tracing my hands down his body. He is frozen. I take his hands and move his hands under mine up my sides and down my body.
He understands, and responds. His hands finding his way across me....needing to devour me....he is so young, and is moving entirely too fast...I l slow him by guiding his hands again, ever so gently, directing him what I want him to touch, moving his mouth to were I want him to taste.
I drop to my knees, relieving him of his belt, with my teeth, and then his shorts. His hands go to the back of my head, trying to force my head to him...i push his hands back onto the door, and force them not to move. My mouth only moving to taste him, trace down his shaft, and back up. Knowing he so wants to fuck my mouth, yet I am fucking him, my drive, not his. I tease him to I know he is at his breaking point, but not letting him reach that edge. I drop completely to the floor, pulling him onto me, guiding his mouth to my cunt. He is again, moving to fast....I slow him...guiding my hips to his mouth, rotating me up into him, directing him exactly where I want him.
I precede to rise and have him sit on the couch. I assume the ride, and straddle his body with my own....yet still not letting him penetrate me...just. I writhe on his body, rubbing his cock on the outside of me, letting him feel my heat, and wetness.....driving him insane with the need to fuck me.
I then drop onto him, taking all of what he has deep into me, he cry's out in pleasure...ohh, and it is on! I ride deep, and hard, pushing down as he try's to push up to match my rhythm. He try's, but cannot match me, I use him to cum, to feed that hunger, I use his cock inside me to draw out that ecstasy my body craves, needs, hungers for. My cumming has sent him over the edge, and he shares in his own ecstasy, crying out loudly - surely heard from outside :) I clean him, and myself, open the door, and let him leave....
Never again did I play with that toy. He tried to make contact, talk to me, be seen....but I was done, had my fill, onto conquer the next....moved shortly after that to a new apartment...with new potential :)