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By (user no longer on site) OP
5 weeks ago
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Indian Desires - PART 2
PART 2
Rita was enjoying the gaze of her new admirer behind the bar, he seemed to have that hot mediterranean blood, a swager that wasn’t over-the-top but just enough to spark her desires. Her gin and tonic suddenly tasted better than ever, she would sip and flash a quick glance at the barman, occasionally he would return the smile back. Was he single? Where was he from? What time would he get off work? All these questions would race into her mind, also thinking about what to say to him. I guess “hello” would be a good start she thought to herself, gently chuckling away in her head.
Despite the barman serving other customers and talking to other staff, he still seemed to have a constant attention on Rita. Amongst pulling pints, opening bottles, clicking the ice into glasses, taking payments, chatting to customers, there was always that glance and smile as he did his work. Rita didn’t want to drink too much, she still wanted to feel good about herself and keep safe.
She finished her drink after about 20 minutes, but the actual moment of exchanging flirty eye contact with the barman felt like an hour. She stood up and said to herself “you can do this” and walked slowly to the bar. She had never felt so nervous before, what was it? She wanted her presence known, she wanted to be noticed. The barman DID notice, as she walked closer, he was wiping down bar with a cloth and slowed his hands and eventually stopped. He said to Rita “See something you like?” and finished with a warm smile. Rita put her glass down on the bar and said “I sure do”. “Did you enjoy your drink?” he asked. “Very much, the gin was so tasty. Thank you” she said shyly. “I’m Roberto.” He offered his hand slowly to Rita, she accepted and shook it slowly, saying “My name’s Rita, nice to meet you.” He said “look I finish my shift at 9pm, been a long day but I could do with some company to unwind.” Rita said “I….I err….would like you to come back to mine for a bit, maybe some drinks, food and a movie?” She felt really turned on, it was potentially happening, he wouldn’t reject her, the vibe was too strong. “I’d like that Rita, you live locally? Here is my number.” He scribbled it down on a customer’s receipt that was left at the bar and gave it to her. Perhaps his phone was in the staff locker room, sometimes the old fashioned way is nice, pen and paper!” Rita felt like it was her lucky night, perhaps this could lead to something steamy. She said “Thanks Roberto, I will message you later”.
It was about 9:15pm now at home, Rita had arranged for Roberto to pop over to hers. She took her time to make the bedroom extra comfy, smelling nice and with gentle lighting. She was thinking about sex and forgetting all the other pleasantries that normally happen with a stranger in her home. But it felt exciting and comfortable. Something sparked inside her. The doorbell rang, it was Roberto. As she opened the door, he was already smiling, it was such a sensuous smile, she melted. Her heart raced, she welcomed him, glancing at his rear end and in the process (not that it didn’t happen when he was working earlier). They went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Rita took deep breath, gazed at his eyes and said to him, “I just want to have sex Roberto, I haven’t had it in a long time. Do you want to come upstairs with me?” Roberto came closer to Rita and whispered, whilst maintaining eye contact, “You’re beautiful, I would love to…..” They kissed passionately, Rita felt so wet, her heart was racing and could feel the heat in her thighs and lower regions. It was happening, it really was. They continued upstairs and felt onto the bed, embracing in passionate kissing and groping. She could feel his hardness, and thrusted her hands up and down his groin despite his trousers being on. She wanted him in her mouth, his throbbing cock, ready to plunge into her sweet wet pussy. She let him lay on the bed and removed his trousers and underwear. There it was, throbbing and hard, pre-cum ready, oozing out slowly. She took it in her mouth, it felt so good after such a long time. She made it sloppy, used her tongue, took all of his cock right into the back of her mouth, almost chocking. “Gentle” he said. He must have felt his foreskin being forced as Rita was so vigorous with his cock. “Sorry” said Rita. They continued to kiss, Roberto removed her underwear and opened her legs wide apart. There it was, the sweet smell of a wet pussy, ready to be taken. He used his tongue and probed her clit, rotating, licking, making a humming noise onto her clit as he tasted her. It seemed to work as Rita was saying “Oh my God, that’s so nice….keep doing that.” Perhaps the humming reminded her of her toys. Perhaps Roberto’s Native American Indian name could be “Hums-while-he-licks”.
The moment came for Rita to have Roberto’s cock inside her, she was wetter that ever, her pussy was ready. She reached for the condoms in her bedside table and opened the packed. Lovingly, she placed it on him, taking so much pleasure that moment and keeping eye contact as she rolled it onto his shaft. She lay back down, opened her wet pussy with her hands said “come inside me”. He thrusted gently inside, she moaned as his mushroom head cock pushed right up to her cervix, feeling every moment of the shaft pushing against the sides of her pussy. The thrusting began and gained pace, before you knew it, they were like rabbits. Something primal and raw was awakened inside Rita. She was sweating, moaning, placing her hands on his arse and pushing him inside her each time, helping him. Not that he needed it, Roberto’s stamina was good, he kept in reasonable shape and didn’t have a belly at all.
She felt the intensity of an orgasm arriving. Roberto knew it, that moment when the pussy slowly squeezes your shaft and feels more intense, then bang. Rita let out the loudest scream when she came, something animalistic that could have disturbed the neighbours. He too gave an almighty “urrghhh” sound when came, pumping his condom full of cum, feeling that throb and pulse of semen being shot out at speed. The warmth, the wetness, the panting, heavy breathing started. They both worked up a hell of a sweat and lay there in bed, on their backs. Satisfied and served.
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I wish my Indian wife would play 
