‘Those aren’t real women! They’re just phony bimbos! You don’t know what a real woman is!’
The door slammed just before Jerry heard the sound of breaking glass and muffled shouts.
‘All you men are just assholes!’
Guess who’s sleeping on the couch again, he thought while shutting down his laptop, the cold blue light replacing the pair of sexy, full-bodied women in lingerie he had just admired.
She hadn’t even given him a chance to explain himself. Sure, he’d lingered just a little too long on that lingerie site but he wasn’t only ogling the models. He’d wanted to buy something nice for her too.
He approached the bedroom door once more but,
after hearing her talk to someone on the phone, her voice a low murmur interspersed with some giggling, he went back downstairs. She was probably joking to one of her girlfriends about him. Again.
The couch was too small to sleep on and, after turning out the lights and trying and failing to get comfortable, mixed feelings of guilt and frustration kept him from drifting off too.
Their marriage may not have been perfect and they did have their ups and downs – didn’t every couple? But in the past nine months, the sex had gone from frequent and pretty good to being just about non-existent and … well, to tell the truth, boring.
The romantic dinners hadn’t worked. Nor had the dancing, the flowers or the chocolates. Lingerie was definitely out and he knew never to risk bringing a sexy DVD home again. That had been a particularly disastrous night. His wife’s attitude had gone from mild interest to downright hostility only ten minutes after the movie had started playing, and she’d locked herself in the bedroom for almost an hour.
Maybe it was his fault. Maybe there was something about him that just didn’t turn her on. He knew she’d been married before and one time, during a visit to her sister’s home, he’d seen photographs of her ex-husband, a tall, blond surfer type. The kind of guy whose looks were the complete opposite of his own. Jerry was slightly shorter than average and on the stocky side, his once-dark brown hair now greying.
He heard a distant rumble of thunder and remembered that the next day’s forecast was for rain. More good news, he thought, before finally falling asleep.
Sure enough, it poured steadily all morning and it was still drizzling when Jerry returned to his work, as a senior bookkeeper and grant writer for a university, after running a few errands at lunchtime. As he pulled into the parking lot next to the student center, he was glad he’d brought an umbrella. Then, suddenly, there she was.
Over the past year, he’d noticed a very pretty co-ed on the campus – full-figured and with Latin features. He usually spotted her either heading to class or sitting at one of the popular student eateries.
However, he’d never done more than admire her from afar, not even now that he was having virtually no sex at home. He’d heard talk that some of his colleagues, male and female, had enjoyed flings or even relationships with students, even though he suspected it might be frowned upon, but so far he’d never been tempted.
As she drew closer to him, he saw she had a sad expression on her beautiful face, and that she was walking with her backpack clasped tightly to her chest. She had no umbrella so she was getting soaked, but that wasn’t why she was upset.
Jerry saw a car filled with male students slowly trailing her. Shooting them an angry look, he went up to the girl. This had the desired effect – the car accelerated away.
‘Please accept my apologies on their behalf,’ he said and offered her his umbrella. Instantly, her sad expression was replaced by a radiant smile that made his heart leap in his chest.
‘But then you’ll get wet and that won’t be fair.’
Her accent had a lilting quality and when she asked him to walk her to her car, he opened the umbrella and offered her his arm. ‘It’s so good to finally meet a real gentleman,’ she said, and the way her eyes sparkled made him forget the previous night’s argument with his wife.
As they chatted, he learned that the girl’s name was Angelica. She was from Venezuela, a programming major, loved to dance and missed her family very much.
Her car was a sexy little black foreign model with tinted windows and, as she got into it, Jerry found out why she had been clutching her backpack so tightly to her chest.
The blouse she’d chosen to wear that day was white, and it had gone transparent in the rain. She didn’t appear to have a bra on beneath it, so it did very little to hide her generous bosoms and the large, dark areolae ringing her hardened nipples.
Jerry’s pulse roared in his ears and, lovely though her face was, it was hard for him to resist gazing at those breasts. As he talked about his job, the weather – anything – she dried her bare thighs, arms and face with a small towel from a bag on the back seat.
She listened intently, hanging on every word he said, smiling as if she were no longer aware of her near nakedness or the way in which her stiff nubs seemed to be threatening to tear holes in her blouse.
Then he saw her glance at the wedding band on his finger, and her face took on a more distant expression.
A rumble of thunder startled them both.
‘Oh, I’m so sorry, you’re getting soaked,’ she said before placing a pretty, long nailed hand on his.
‘Hey, I got to be a real gentleman to a real lady,’ Jerry said while nodding at the sky. ‘To me, it’s not raining.’
She smiled, shook her head slowly and beckoned him to lean closer before pressing her beautiful red mouth against his – just the quickest of kisses but it still sent shivers up and down his spine.
Her hand was still on his and he suddenly felt her fingers twist his wedding ring. Then she drew away, shaking her head. It left him speechless.
‘Adios.’
She started her car and pulled away – and for Jerry, it really wasn’t raining at all.
He spotted her again the next day, in one of the cafés on campus. She was studying alone at a table and the long, fitted dress she was wearing had a cinched bodice and plunging neckline that clung to her lush body and flattered her full, sexy curves. Her dark, laughing eyes and the way she waved him over made his day.
‘Thanks again for helping me out yesterday,’ she said as he sat down opposite her.
‘It was a privilege,’ he replied, while drinking in the sight of her beautiful face.
‘I have to tell you,’ she said, ‘Just about every guy
I know and even some of the women look at my tits instead of my face when I talk to them. It’s nice to be noticed for something else once in a while.’
Dumbfounded by her frankness, Jerry stole an instinctive a glance at her chest. She noticed this but laughed – a joyful, infectious giggle – then rested an elegant hand on his knee. Now he was aware of an erection throbbing in his pants – one that was becoming heavier by the second.
He took a deep breath. ‘I won’t be a hypocrite,’ he said. ‘You do have a lovely figure and it was one of the first things I noticed, but you know what?’
‘What?’
‘You’re nice, bright, intelligent and your personality is a beautiful as your other … charms.’
She shrugged – which did incredible things to her breasts – but her demeanour remained playful and amused. ‘They’ve been called lots of things, but never “charms”,’ she said.
‘Old men with their old expressions.’
Now, as she leaned in closer, one of those large breasts was pressing, round, warm and firm, against his arm.
‘Never old,’ she whispered before giving his cheek a brief yet tender kiss, the smell of her perfume permeating his nostrils. And was the hard sensation again his arm an erect nipple straining against the fabric?
Over the next couple of weeks, he often saw Angelica on the campus, enjoying their conversations and especially the hugs she treated him to if they were alone. And the attentions of such a sexy woman motivated Jerry to take care of himself a little better.
He began going to the college gym after work and was surprised one day to see her in a corner, doing some stretches. Her body looked even more incredible than ever in workout clothing, the tight fabric clinging to her spectacular curves – and, as soon as she saw him, she beckoned him over eagerly.
She was very touchy-feely as they talked, her hands resting on his knee or her thigh pressing against his leg as she spoke about problems with her boyfriend and how he kept asking her to marry him.
‘I’m just not ready,’ she said. Jerry battled to hide his arousal, telling himself that she merely saw him as a father figure or elder brother she could confide in. Then she looked right at him. ‘OK, enough talk, you can help me stretch now. Come on, it’ll be good for both of us.’
She sat back on the mat, spread her legs and gestured to him to do the same, the straightness of her back emphasising every delicious contour.
Jerry hesitated, even more conscious of how his cock was stiffening as he mirrored her position, legs apart, his feet touching hers.
‘I’ll go first, then you,’ she said while taking his hands, leaning back and pulling him forward until his head was only inches from her crotch. He could swear he smelled a sweet, almost honey-like perfume, and the natural movement of her breasts as she leaned back made his desire burn even hotter.
‘Now pull me forward,’ she said, a merry twinkle in her almond-shaped eyes.
Slowly, he drew her towards him, her smiling face edging closer to his now very noticeable erection.
Somehow, he managed to hold himself together until they were done. Then, after glancing at the clock on the wall, Angelica asked him to walk her to her apartment. ‘It’s only a few minutes away,’ she said.
It was already dark outside but their way was lit by a full moon. A group of students passed them by and Jerry couldn’t help but imagine he was escorting his college sweetheart back to her dorm. When they stopped in front of the door of the little unit she lived in, Angelica took his hands and gave him a serious look.
‘You always make me feel good,’ she said while flashing her pearly smile, the soft moonlight caressing her pretty, noble features. ‘I feel like I can talk about anything with you.’
‘You can,’ he replied. ‘Just think of me as an uncle – or your adopted brother.’
A sad look came into her eyes. Again, her fingers found the wedding band on his finger. ‘That’s the problem – I don’t.’
He stood there, lost for words, until she gave him a quick peck on the lips then went inside.
‘Goodnight,’ he said.
He stayed outside her door for a moment, his lips tingling from the contact with hers. The heat radiating from her body, her hand resting on his arm, the sensation of those long nails against his flesh – all coalesced into feelings that went beyond lust. As if he finally was at a place in his life he’d always been waiting to reach, but didn’t know what to do.
He turned to leave but he’d barely walked half a block before he heard her call after him. He spun around to see her door open, her voluptuous figure silhouetted against the light from her apartment. ‘Can you help?’ she asked. ‘One of my glass doors is jammed shut.’
She said he’d need to open it from outside in her backyard, then pointed him to the walkway that led to it.
He stepped into a small, cosy area decorated with potted plants, then, as he noticed a lounge chair, his imagination raced with images of Angelica wearing little or nothing as she sunned her incredible body.
He stood on the patio but before he could take a look at the door, the light went on in the living room and Angelica stood before him, on the other side of the glass.
She gave him a slightly nervous smile, then began to undress. Instantly, a hot rush raged through his body.
Her top came off first, exposing the full glory of her bosoms. She must wear a bikini to sunbathe, Jerry noted – the pale triangles it had left on her breasts emphasised the large size and dark-brown colour of her nipples.
She turned her broad, delicious backside towards him before pulling down her shorts to reveal a black thong nestled between succulent buttocks, cute dimples on her lower back, wide, feminine hips and a tiny waist.
Facing him again, she licked her lips and slowly caressed her full-figured glory, trailing her red-burnished fingernails over the chocolate circles tipping her breasts.
He saw her hands glide to her hips to pull down her thong, and felt a lump form in his throat as he watched her move and pose for him, so sensual and yet so elegant.
Now she was naked. ‘Your turn,’ she said. Then, as he glanced around, she reassured him that no one was able to see into the garden – told him she’d set it up so she could sunbathe nude in privacy, should the fancy take her.
‘But I always make sure to keep my tan lines,’ she said, tracing the pale stripe left by the strap of a thong bikini. ‘They look so sexy, don’t they?’
He nodded, pulling off his shirt and shorts, then his underwear. The hungry look on her beautiful face was as alluring as her bare body. Her hand was in between her thighs now, so it came as no surprise when she asked him to masturbate for her.
He touched himself while watching her perform a hip-swaying dance, then she sauntered towards the glass doors, leaning right up against one pane as she explored the delights of her own body.
The sight of those immense beauties, their size now even more exaggerated as she pressed them against the door, along with the ecstatic expression on her face, all became too much. The arousal Jerry had felt all night finally came to a boil. Sweat broke out on his forehead and his heart hammered in his chest, then the sudden grip of his climax sent a shudder throughout his body. He felt it gush out of him to hit the glass.
He looked at Angelica as she closed her eyes, tossed her head back, and gave one final, orgasmic moan. Her body heaved for a few seconds then she dropped to her knees – her face level with the creamy stain on his side of the door – and looked up at him.
‘I promised my parents I’d remain a virgin until I got married,’ she said, her eyes fixed on his still-pulsating shaft. ‘But I’m not a tease.’
‘It’s OK,’ Jerry said. ‘You’ve given me far more than
I ever thought I’d get.’
She smiled at that, then stood up and kissed the glass in front of his face.
He asked her if she wanted him to wipe the glass clean. She shook her head. She stood watching as he dressed, then he left the little backyard, turning to take one last look at her incredible naked form.
He was still daydreaming about it when she turned up at his office at the university the following afternoon, dressed in a tight sweater and a short skirt. She closed the door behind her, then treated him to a brief, yet very intense kiss.
‘I broke up with my boyfriend,’ she said, as he relished the lingering taste of her mouth.
Jerry wasn’t sure what to say. Then, after some thought, he held up his left hand, indicating his wedding ring. ‘D’you think I’d have a chance if things were different?’
‘What makes you think you don’t have one now?’
‘That promise you made to your parents, perhaps?’
She perched on the edge of his desk, leaning forward to give him a peek down her top, then said, ‘Come over to my apartment later.’
That evening, a nervous Jerry stood outside Angelica’s door once again, excitement rising as he heard the tap of her spike heels behind it. Then it opened and there she was, his lush-bodied Latina goddess, wearing a tight, low- cut minidress that hugged every feminine contour and left her exquisitely full thighs virtually naked. The picture was completed by her high, dressy sandals, the straps of which set off her well-formed ankles to perfection.
She pulled him inside before he could say anything, wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth. Then he felt the crush of her curves – so soft, yet so very firm against his body as they groped and fondled each other.
She unzipped his pants and drew out his aching, throbbing erection with her deft fingers.
‘I still need to stay a virgin until I get married …’ she reminded him. Now she got on her knees again, her face inches from his pole, her breath heavy against the rounded knob at its end. ‘But we can still find ways of making each other happy.’
Suddenly, her mouth was devouring his entire length, her hands tearing at his clothes so she could rake his bare torso with her fingertips.
‘Stop,’ he told her. ‘I want you naked too.’
Angelica took off her dress – he noticed she hadn’t bothered with a bra or panties – before picking up where she’d left off. Now, as her mouth moved on his shaft, she was clutching his naked buttocks, her long nails hard and sharp against his skin as his body quaked with pleasure.
With a loud gasp, she pulled him out of her mouth, a gossamer string of saliva momentarily connecting the end of his cock to her lips.
‘You taste so good,’ she murmured and, as she caressed him with her hands, a drop of pre-come splashed on her right breast. He looked down at her – at the delighted, open smile on her red lips, at the full curve of her buttocks as she sat back on her haunches.
She scooped the liquid up with a finger and gently applied it to her nipples, the low purring sounds she made music to his ears. Then, with those dark eyes shooting him a wicked look, she raised each breast in turn to her mouth, and licked the dark tips clean.
Fighting to hold back his excitement, Jerry helped her up and sat her down on the sofa, parting her thighs. He exposed her wet, glistening flower, the pale triangle left by her bikini contrasting so beautifully with her sun-kissed skin.
‘I would never ask you to you break any promise – you have my word,’ he said, noticing the nervous expression on her face. She gave him a sweet, trusting smile and he raised her legs in the air, then began to feast on her wet, juicy loin.
‘Si, si. Mas. Deme mas!’
Hearing her speak Spanish inflamed Jerry’s excitement as he relished her body and explored her soft, wet petals with his tongue. He alternated between long licks and probing in deep, and when he found her pearl-like nub he kissed and sucked on it. His hands slid down the soft flesh of her inner thighs before cupping her rounded cheeks.
‘Ay si, si! Si!’
Her cries spurred him on to give her all the pleasure he could. She raised her body and clamped her large-yet-firm cinnamon thighs around his head, allowing him to cup and knead her curvaceous brown bottom in slow circles.
He felt her quake and heave and her words became a loud moan as he lapped at her swollen nub, the warm, sweet nectar of her body coating his mouth.
‘Ay mi amor … mi hombre … me alma,’ she said, pulling him up so she could kiss and lick her juices off his face. ‘I taste so good on you … now I want to taste you!’
Before Jerry could react he was on his back, with Angelica moving her wet mouth down to engulf his shaft. The pleasure was so intense he soon lost control, her eager mouth swallowing every drop until he was completely spent.
‘I don’t want this to be the last time,’ she said as they helped each other up onto the couch, her soft, warm body wrapped around his.
‘It won’t be.’
A little while later, Jerry dressed, gave Angelica a long goodnight kiss and resolved, on his way home, to tell his wife everything. As he pulled into his driveway, he noticed an unfamiliar car parked in front of the house.
He let himself in then followed the smell of pungent smoke up to the bedroom. He found his wife naked in bed, passing a suspicious-looking cigarette to a man Jerry recognised as her ex. The sheen on their bodies suggested they had just shared a lot more. Everyone froze in a stunned silence for a while.
‘If you didn’t waste so much time online none of this would have happened,’ she said, scowling. ‘It’s your fault. You’d rather jerk off than be with a real woman!’
Jerry backed towards the door. Humiliating as this was, he also felt strangely grateful. ‘Just leave me alone,’ he said, before turning his back on them and walking out.
One year later, Jerry was lounging on a deck chair, watching Angelica step out of their pool. They had taken to nude sunbathing and he liked the way the water beaded on her tanned, curvy body. He thought of the many ways they had made love as she walked towards him, hips swaying and that beautiful smile on her face.
‘What are you thinking about?’ She asked, grabbing a cushion from another chair and throwing it on the ground so she could kneel and take his erection between her naked breasts.
‘Someone once told me I didn’t know how to handle a real woman,’ he replied.
She sniffed at that while smothering him between her soft, sun-kissed pillows.’ Really?’ she said. ‘Maybe she didn’t know how to handle you.’
Then, her eyes shining, she devoured him.