Five Years Gone

Happily, she hadn't added much makeup--and she definitely didn't need it--even though I could clearly see that she was at least fifteen years older than me. She was wearing a bright red ultra-sheer mini-dress and red spike-heel sandals that lifted her height a couple of inches above my own.

During the half-second I spent admiring the whole effect, she stepped closer and wrapped me up in a very close hug, then planted a pair of kisses on my cheek and lips. By the time she worked a hand down my back to grip my ass, I was starting to melt against her. Maribel gave my ass an insistent double-squeeze, and I pressed myself closer to kiss her neck. I took a quick breath--she was wearing some kind of sandalwood perfume, which I've always enjoyed. She let out something between a sigh and a moan as my lips brushed lightly over her skin, then softly directed "C'mon up to the bedroom, baby." So she turned and went up the stairs, with me following a step behind and caressing her very firm ass every few steps.

Once upstairs, Maribel pointed me over to the bed while she dimmed the lights and brought out a porn DVD. It seemed to be a compilation of shemale gangbang clips, mostly three or four girls on one guy. While she was setting that up, I brought out her tip and left it on the nightstand near the bed. Right afterwards she got the DVD up to the scene she was looking for, then backed toward me, lifting up the hem of her dress and swiveling her hips slowly. Just before reaching me she grabbed the back of my head, held it in place and rested the crack of her ass on my lips. She slowly dragged it up and down, letting me get a good lungful of an absolutely maddening combination of shower gel over a faint hint of sweat. Before I knew it I had grabbed her by the hips, gently guiding her cheeks over my face.

"Mmmm...I knew you were a dirty boy when I heard you on the phone," Maribel began. "Now get in there and taste this hot pussy, baby. Eat Mami's ass for her.