Tex Mex Chapter 2
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Chapter Two
When I woke up, Luis was gone but the smell of him lingered on the pillow. I saw a note on the nightstand saying "I borrowed your soap and shampoo and deodorant. Call me later" with his cell number below. I picked up my phone and tapped the screen; seven missed calls from Wayne. I chuckled to myself, what a nosey bitch he is. I called to get the three voicemails he left.
Message one: "Jackie, I hope you're not mad about me setting you up. Luis just seemed like the closest thing you were going to find to what you want, and when you called it was the perfect way to get you two together. Please call me and let me know everything's okay." BEEP
Message two: "Jackie, don't be mad! Just call me back...please!" BEEP If he only knew what we were doing when that message was sent.
I skipped the next few. Message seven was from this morning. Early. "Ok, Jackie, I just rode by there and saw the gas company truck in your yard so I'm thinking it must have turned out the way I figured it would. Guess you're not mad. Hey, on another note, I've got to go into Plano later to pick up some materials, you want to ride with me? Give me a call if you're up before 10." BEEP I looked at the clock, it was about 9:15, so I hit the phone icon and called him back.
"Hey, I guess you had an eventful evening" he answered, not even a `Hello'.
"Nah, we just played cards and watched Lawrence Welk reruns" I said in my best deadpan.
"Yeah, I bet" he replied.
"So, are you coming by to pick me up or should I come there?" I asked.
"I'll be there in about 15 minutes, please take a shower, I can only imagine how you smell."
"Ok, see you in a few, bye."
I jumped in the shower, dried off and was just pulling on clothes when Wayne walked in. "Be there in a minute" I called out. "Okay" he said.
My spread was about 60 miles northeast of Plano and not real close to anything but nature so it took us an hour and some to get there. I was leaned against the door trying to get some more sleep, but nosey Wayne wasn't having it. He kept asking me questions about last night, and I kept giving him one-word answers; it drives him crazy when I do that. We finally get to Cowtown Materials and back in so they can load the flatbed. While we're waiting, I finally give him the Reader's Digest version of my evening. He asks as many questions as a kid shaking Christmas presents.
"Do you think he might be the one for you?" he asks.
"Damn, Wayne. I just met the dude yesterday! That's a dumbass question!" I reply.
"Would you believe in a love at first sight?" he sings to me in his best Beatles impersonation.
I just give him my best deadpan look, "ask me again in a month" I say.
Changing the subject, I ask if he wants to grab something to eat since I didn't have breakfast. We decide to stop somewhere on the way back since its 10:30 and right between breakfast and lunch. We end up at Whataburger and go in because he don't like to try to eat and drive. I get a patty melt combo with a strawberry shake and Wayne gets the Jalapeno burger and coke; we share the fries. This time when we get back in the truck, I actually do fall asleep and only wake up when he shakes my shoulder and says we're here. He doesn't come in; says he has to unload and go meet a friend about doing some manual labor (which is his way of saying he at least expects a hand job from the visit).
After I get in the house, I look at my phone and see I missed text messages, I forgot I put the phone on silent last night.
"Thanks again for washing my stuff last night"
"Do you want to get together again?"
"Are you mad, did you not have a good time?"
"Where are you?"
I text back "Sorry, forgot my phone was on Silent. Are you coming over tonight?"
"It may be late; I have a lot of folks on my schedule today. Good thing is, I don't have any for tomorrow so I'm off."
"What time can I look for you?"
"Probably around 8 before I can break loose."
"Ok, don't get dinner, I'm cooking. See you later."
He sent back a heart emogee and "You're gonna make somebody a good wife one day. LOL"
Around 2 o'clock I climbed in my old Silverado pickup and went to get food for dinner. I decided to make chicken parmigiana with fettucine and alfredo sauce and garlic bread. I swing by the wine aisle and find a decent bottle of chianti and make my way to the checkout. Deanna is working the register today, another nosey bitch (that's the problem with small towns). She made mmm noises and I could see she couldn't stand it.
"You got a date tonight hun?" she asked.
"Nope, I'm just hungry" I lie.
"You'll have leftovers for days" she said as she finished ringing me up.
I ran my card and picked up my bags. "Bye, Deanna."
It was getting around 3:30 when I got back. I put up the groceries except for the chicken and pulled my meat tenderizer out of the drawer and started beating my meat. No, you dirty minded people, I was literally pounding the chicken to flatten it, then put it on a pan and put it in the fridge.
I went in my office and fired up the computer and checked my emails and paid a few bills. I sat back in my recliner for a power nap and didn't wake up till about 6:30. I jumped up and started dinner. I got everything ready and the bread was in the toaster oven when I got a text.
"Wrapping up my last job, on the way there"
"Okay, waiting" I texted back, "text me when you're at the gate."
"Got it."
I set the table and waited. Luis texted and I sent the code to open the gate.
I heard the big truck when he pulled up and heard as he kicked off his muddy work boots at the door.
He comes in and walks up behind me as I'm putting the food on the table and says "Something sure smells good in here."
I turn around and I'm hit with his pungent odor and I say, "Yes, it does!"
We finish up dinner and load the dishwasher and he says "Would you mind if I grab a few hours of sleep? I've had a long day and I'm exhausted."
"Sure, come on" I take his hands and pull him up from the couch and we walk into the bedroom. He undresses to his boxers and lays on the bed. Between his long day and the carbo-loading I just fed him, he's asleep in minutes. I, on the other hand, can't sleep. I'm so wound up. I get up and go back in the den and pour a couple of fingers of Balcones Brimstone and add a couple of ice cubes, and turn on the TV. A Battlestar Galactica marathon is on and its playing one of the quieter, more dialog driven episodes. I turn up my glass, curl up and fall asleep on the couch. I wake up several hours later to the most exquisite sensation going on between my legs. In the flickering light of the television I can see him alternating, sucking on ball at a time. When he sees me looking at him, he puts his beefy hands on the bottom sides of my legs and pushes upward so my ass is exposed to him. "Pull `em apart for me" he says in a raspy voice, halfway whispered. I move my hands down and pull my cheeks apart so that my winking hole is staring him eye to eye. He licks from my taint up the crease my leg on the left side, then again on the right. The third time was a charm and I felt his tongue worm its way into my ass. In the flickering light I could see Luis' naked body. I kind of giggled to myself...a Mexican with a farmer's tan. I couldn't giggle long as his long thick middle finger started twirling around in my colon, like a battering ram against my prostate. I can't help but let out a long moan. When the second finger joins the first, I feel so stretched out already. He works my hole relentlessly with those two for a long time then tries to add a third. I stop him and say "I'm ready". I reach in the compartment inside the arm of the sofa and grab a condom. He says he's clean, but we just met so I insist he use protection for now.
He climbs up on the sofa between my legs and takes the lube from me and squirts it on and in my hole and on his dick. Even with all his prep I wince a little when he starts pushing it in, but only for a minute. He pumps kind of tentatively at first, watching my face. He grabs my hips and keeps moving me around until his cock head is gliding across my prostate every time he moves. Five minutes later he has me so close I say "I'm about to cum!" He instantly stops. When he sees my breathing slow and my dick stop twitching, he continues and quickly builds me back up to the edge again. Then stops. This dance continues for about 30 minutes and I'm begging him to let me cum. He starts up his motions again and I am bucking back against him wildly. "Please let me cum, Luis!!" He stops again, but then he pulls out and slams against my prostate double speed until we explode together almost simultaneously. My first shot flies over the sofa back and hits my Balcones bottle on the sideboard. The next six coat my entire chest and belly. Luis pulls out as he softens and the condom looks like it has an ounce of cum in it. He slides it off and locks eyes with me as he pours the cum all over my stomach, then lays down on me and we roll around mixing our cum and coating each other. Once again, I fall asleep to the flickering television, this time accompanied by the intensely primal smell of sex.
Lambodara 8/14/20
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