Cuba

She asked the doorman to grab us a cab as she grabbed her jacket from the coatroom. We slipped into the cab and she gave him directions to her place. It was a quick five-minute ride from bar, a small bungalow on the hill overlooking La Jolla. You could see the ocean in the distance beyond the dim lights of the sleepy city. I paid the cabbie and followed her to the door.

She turned the key and led me inside. As soon as we were inside, I closed the door behind us and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Our kiss had more intensity this time, our bodies sensing the electricity created when two people fuck for the first time. I slid the straps over her shoulders, pulling the top down to her waist. Her breasts were very full and very round and magnificent to touch.

Her breasts were a shade lighter than her face, but it was evident she often sunbathed topless ... at least. I stepped back to admire her dark aureolas and hardening nipples. With my thumbs, I rubbed circular rotations around her nipples bringing them to their fullness. My fingers caressed her breasts as she pressed her body toward me. Our lips met once more as our tongues locked in passion. She stepped back, "I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to see what I've been feeling for the last hour."

"Help yourself." She dropped to her knees before me and quickly unfastened my buckle and unzipped my fly. My cock was pressing against my white thong begging for release. Her fingernails traced the outline of my thong then scraped the underside of my cock through the thin cotton. A large wet spot had developed at the tip of the fabric. She leaned into me, her tongue licking my cock through the cotton. My hands were on her head urging her to take care of me. Cuba slid my pants down to my ankles as I spread my feet as far apart as possible.

"Ooh Baby, you are so happy to see Cuba!" Her fingernails raked my thighs, lightly scratching from my knees to my hips. Her tongue licked the cotton that covered my pulsing cock.