I stood watching the clock, hoping my last two hours would fly by. I suppose it wasn't bad work, even when I hardly saw a customer for hours on end. I guess no one in my college town did any dry-cleaning. Oh well; it was good money, I thought, and I got to rest and watch the people most of the day.
I got this job right after I came here to college, and recently, they had let me mind the shop by myself. I usually sat and did my homework when no one else was around, or maybe my boyfriend would stop in and chat with me, but today was just...so slow. I was finished with my work, and he was out of town, so all I had to do was just wait, knowing that no one was going to come in before I closed up.
I almost think I was hired simply for the eye candy - I'm Swedish, blonde, curvy, and very well-endowed, and I've been told I have a stripper's butt. I get all kinds of looks and was wildly popular among the guys in high school, even dating four of them at once, but since I came to college, my social life hasn't been the same. I brought in the odd pervert or horny frat boy, but it wasn't much of an improvement.
It was a little warm in the shop; I was glad I dressed light - a sleeveless button-down and a short skirt from my old high school. I started to get a little hot, so I looked around for the thermostat to turn it down. Of course, the last person in here turned it way up, so I had to bring it back to something more reasonable, and as I turned around to face the door...
...she was more than just my first customer in hours. She was...incredible. She was tall, Latina, very curvy and delicious-looking, and her jet-black, luscious hair reached down past her shoulders. She had on a pair of jeans that she filled out so perfectly, and her sweated captured her luscious bust and every curve on her gorgeous body...
Wait, what was I saying? I had never been attracted to a woman before. I had only thought about guys, and I was happy with my life with my boyfriend, so why the hell was I eyeing this Latina? It didn't hurt that she was incredibly sexy, confident, and nothing like any other woman I had ever seen. I strolled back to my counter, keeping my eye on her, and she sauntered up behind me with a seductive smile on her face, as if she knew what I wanted.
She leaned against the counter, flipped her hair back, and spoke to me in a delicious accent that, if I had to guess, was Guatemalan. I didn't have a trace of a Swedish accent, but I definitely loved the way she talked. The first thing she did was to reach into her purse and give me her business card; what she gave it to me for, I wasn't sure, but it was well-designed. I looked it over quickly - her name was Lola Morales, she was from a city about 30 minutes away, where she owned a small chain of Mexican restaurants, which, judging by how she appeared, had to be doing very well.
I didn't know if she was going to ask to pick up any clothes, but by the time she got into her story, I didn't care. She was gorgeous, and her story was a welcome relief from the boredom of being alone. Among the things I learned about Lola - she was 27, she was a very sharp businesswoman, she thought she looked hot in jeans (I agreed with her on that point,) and she loved to make off-color sexual comments. It didn't take long to figure out she was a lesbian; she could describe her last girlfriend's skillet ass perfectly, as well as the hot ass on the waitress her girlfriend caught her with at her restaurant - one of about 50 girls she had made love to in the four years she was with that woman. Lola was, in her own words, 'addicted to girls' and a 'serial cheater' - two phrases she seemed to carry almost with pride.
I was in love. I looked at her perfect smile and the bright-red lipstick she had on, and I asked her to excuse me for just a couple of minutes. I headed to the back room to try to collect my thoughts, though in my panic, I forgot that I left the door open and she could see me. I tried to talk myself out of a lust-induced dream state, telling myself I have a boyfriend and have never been into women, and even the biggest lie of them all - she wasn't that hot. Damn right she was that hot. I had never seen a body like that on...well, anyone. But I wasn't going to give in...
...until I turned around in my confused, frazzled state, and saw Lola leaning against the wall with her arms folded. She had her eyes right on me, having never averted her gaze. She knew exactly what I wanted, and from the way she walked toward me, having no regard for the 'Employees Only' sign on the door to the back room, she was ready to give it to me. She stood before me, taking a look all over my body before locking eyes with me.
She leaned down, pulled me toward her, and kissed me. She bent down into the kiss, savoring it just as I was, and I leaned up into her. I pressed my body against hers, opened my mouth, and slid my tongue between her luscious lips. She was very receptive, and she used her tongue right back. I wrapped my arms around her voluptuous body and kissed her passionately. I never wanted anything more in my life.
I nervously broke the kiss and told her I would have to wait until I was off and could close the store and head back to her place. She coolly smiled and told me,
'Relax, Claudia; I closed the store for you. It's locked and everything, and I made sure your boss is nowhere to be found. If she asks, I'll just tell her you got sick.'
I loved this woman. She locked up for me and everything! I wondered for a minute if she was a friend of my boss's or something, but then I decided, the hell with it, and I continued to kiss her. I think she felt like she had an advantage over me, since she knew I wasn't experienced and could be risking my job. Plus, she was taller and curvier than I was; I stood just 5'3", and she had told me earlier she was 6'2" and had a luscious 51" Latina ass to go with her DDD-cup breasts, which even made my DD cups seem small. She had to be bigger than DDD. I didn't care. I just wanted them.
She ripped off my top and my skirt and was very pleased that I had no bra on; I rarely wore one, since leaving it off attracted so much attention, and I loved to be looked at. She tongue-wrestled with me all the way back onto the break room couch, where I laid back and let her get on top of me while I kissed her gorgeous mouth and she felt my bare skin against her body, still covered in a black sweater and jeans. I was trying to change that, but my hands were quaking and I couldn't even get her sweater off.
She obliged, and pretty soon, she undid her bra, too. I kissed her even more with her bare breasts pressing against mine. I loved feeling her sexy Latin body against mine as I passionately made out with the beautiful Lola, who pretty much did whatever she pleased with me and encouraged me to do the same with her. I was normally so reserved in the bedroom, having even refused to make love to my boyfriend with the lights on or on a couch or anything, but Lola brought out a side of me I never knew existed. I felt like such an animal. I loved the felling.
She kicked her boots off, and I lost my sandals; pretty soon, I was able to undo her jeans and slide them off her strong, sexy legs, putting us both in just our underwear. I might have been shy about actual sex, but I did love to be looked at, so I wore a thong and was glad I did; she did the same, and her curvy, bouncy ass was made to be in a thong...or better still, out of it. I slid her undies off, and she started taking mine down, too, and without even removing our tongues from each other's mouths, we were both naked.
I tongued her delicious Latina mouth for what felt like hours, grabbing her big, beautiful ass and letting her feel up mine. I played with her hair, scratched her back, and enjoyed her for the entire time. I forgot all about the fact that I was cheating on my boyfriend because, by this point, I didn't care; I was naked and wrapped up in Lola's sexy body.
She broke the kiss and slid down my body to my breasts, and she started sweetly tongueing my nipples. She felt me up, and she made me squirm; I never let a guy do anything like this to me, but Lola was amazing and could do it all. I was trimmed, but not shaved; my bush was light in color like my hair, and it didn't seem to bother her. I could tell from when she was on top of me grinding her body into mine that she was completely unshaven; she had a thick, black Latina bush that was as untamed as she was.
She could have given me an orgasm from just touching my breasts and stroking my pussy, but she had bigger things in mind. She asked me if I had ever been eaten out - of course I hadn't, but for her, I would do anything. She slid down my body between my legs, which I eagerly spread for her as she ran her tongue down my stomach and right through my bush, sweetly touching inside my pussy while I squirmed a little bit.
She pinned my legs down and ate me out like a madwoman, never so much as pausing for air. It was as if she had eaten pussy a thousand times before, and I wouldn't have been surprised if she had. I grabbed onto the couch with all my strength, screamed like a banshee, and cried out everything I could think of. I felt like such a slut, and it was insanely good. I wanted it - no, I needed it.
She was forceful, keeping my legs down no matter how much I squirmed, kicked, or shouted. But even with her hands being as powerful as they were, the strongest muscle in her body was definitely her tongue. She hit every sensitive spot, and in the one case where she momentarily paused, she just told me, 'Rub your tits, Claudia.' I did exactly that, putting my fingers around my nipples and even tongueing my DDs, which she loved. I did what she wanted, and it felt incredibly good.
I had never been given such a passionate orgasm in my life. She worked me over with her sexy tongue, never pausing for a split second, and darted right onto my g-spot with reckless abandon, lighting up every pleasure center in my body. I licked my nipples and squeezed my breasts, and I screamed like never before in my life. I couldn't think straight, and I didn't care; I was in heaven.
Lola gave me several orgasms with just her tongue, seeming to enjoy having me at her mercy. The way she was eating me out was so damn sexy, but I only noticed it at the beginning; I was too busy screaming later on. I was ready for anything, and I knew she was ready to give it to me.
She slinked back up my body, kissing and licking me all the way, and she reached my mouth and kissed me again. I gasped for breath and told her, in my exhausted state, that she was incredible, and she smiled and told me she knew. After she broke the kiss, she smirked at me, rubbed her hands on her massive breasts, and told me, in her delicious Latina accent,
'Your turn, Blondie.'
She climbed back up my body, stopping me from turning her onto her back, and straddled my face with her legs, which were even stronger than her arms. Damn, she must practice this all the time, I thought. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I was ready to give it to her. I never dreamed I would be with someone as gorgeous, talented, and wild as Lola.
I tongued her juicy Latina pussy, and she rode my face. She encouraged me, telling me how good I was and how she loved it. I didn't need the encouragement, but I did love listening to her sexy accent. I loved it that her legs pressed me into her delicious lust patch, giving me no choice but to do what I wanted to do more than anything - make my Lola scream.
Her bush was so thick and so delicious, and it ran right into my tongue as I darted in and out of her. I noticed from caressing her that her legs and the rest of her luscious body was hairless, flawless, and very smooth and sensuous, but her bush was completely untamed. I absolutely loved it, especially the taste of it and the way she smiled down at me as I ate her out. I wanted nothing more.
I was taking it a little easier on her, since I was a novice; Lola didn't seem to mind and was enjoying the prolonged tongue-lashing she was getting. After a little while, though, I got the hang of it and worked my eager Swedish tongue on her even faster, taking her almost by surprise. She grabbed her breasts and licked them as I had, and from what I saw of her, I loved the show.
She moaned and wailed in her delicious accent, grabbing her tits and shouting as I worked her over faster and deeper. I wasn't going to settle for just one orgasm for my Latina goddess; she gave me many, and she was getting just as many, even if she had to squeeze my face with her gorgeous thighs to get all of them.
Finally, after a long time of tasting and caressing her pussy with my tongue, I gave Lola an orgasm, and she went crazy with it, groping her voluptuous breasts and shouting at me like I was her bitch. I could have been; I was whatever she wanted me to be. And, with my tongue working overtime, she was whatever I wanted her to be, too.
I continued to make her worship my tongue as I gave her one orgasm after the next. As soon as one stopped, I hit her g-spot and started another, never making her miss a beat. I wanted her to come back for more every chance she got. I wanted her wild, curvy body, her think, untamed bush, her gorgeous, busty breasts, her tight, bouncy ass, and everything else about her delicious Latina body. I wanted it every chance I got.
By the time she stoppe riding my face, slid down my body again, and caught her breath, I was more in love than ever. I saw now why my boyfriend thought this sort of thing was wrong - he never wanted me to try it and feel just how right it really was. I let my body grind into hers, our bushes lovingly rubbing together, our breasts pressed together, and our tongues melting into a lovers' kiss that I never wanted to break again - well, except for a passionate session like this one. I wanted to make her my lover right then and there. I didn't even care if she wanted to cheat on me, but I was going to be the best lover she had and make it worth her while not to cheat.
She kissed me for a while, made love to me once more, and then, when I got up to make sure no one else was at the door, she disappeared, leaving only her business card and her black bra and thong behind. I took them home, dreaming of when my Lola would come back to me, and never gave my boyfriend a second thought. Officially, we were still together, but I never paid any attention to him, and he left me on his own having no idea what transpired on that magical day.
To this day, I still miss Lola, and it seems like she's always busy or out of town when I want to talk to her. She did write me a letter, but I never opened it, deciding to save it for the day I graduated, which is tomorrow. I've had a fulfilling four years, survived everything, and enjoyed the company of many, but there's something unforgettable about my first time with the sexy Lola Morales.
That day was my first thought on the day before graduation, as it is every day, but then, unlike most days, I went on to think about the rest of my time at the dry cleaning shop. The next day, I went in, hoping to see Lola again, but instead, all that happened was that my boss came in to check on me.
With a seemingly knowing smile, she looked me over and asked me,
'So, anyone in here I should hear about?'
I didn't mention Lola. I wanted to so badly, but I was afraid she would fire me, and I needed the job. At this point, she winked and told me,
'You know, Lola used to be my college roommate. It's because of her that I am the way I am.'
I wasn't sure what she meant - she was tall, had blond, curly hair, and wore glasses and a business suit with a knee-length skirt. She responded to my confusion with,
'Don't play dumb, Claudia. You know exactly what I mean.'
At that point, she let her hair down, took off her jacket, and locked the store, and I knew I was going to love this job...