Spankii was quite excited this week; it was Saturday and she was more giddy than a schoolgirl. As she saw the taxi pull up and turn into her long driveway, she squealed and ran down the stairs.
*Ding-Dong*
She opened the door wearing nothing but her plush robe and a big smile.
“I missed you.” “Mmmm, I missed the hell outta you…” As they smooched Spankii took in his scent; subtle cologne with a hint of fabric softener.
As they parted mouths, she now took his waist and pushed him back slightly. “Come in, come in; it’s freezing. Lemme take a look at you.” Amancio stepped inside the Foyer and dropped his bag. After taking his coat and laying it across the bench, she started at the top. Short & styled jet black hair, perfectly arched eyebrows, (”he must get them done” she thought) light brown and a bit of hazel within his eyes a slightly Roman-esque nose and soft lips to die for. A simple chain around his neck; a yellow gold cross, from his mother no doubt… Black Italian-knit sweater and equally black slacks. Three pleats, no lint and dress shoes without a scuff mark but a tad bit of snow and salt attached.
As she visually takes him all in, he does the same. Long brown hair you could ski down, coin slot eyes the color of a stormy day, little ears and matching lips. She wore a locket. She smelled good, and her neck looked equally as nice. (”it’s always nice to be able to see the delicacy of a woman’s collar bone” he thought to himself.) He slips his hands in under the robe and touches either side of her waist, he enjoys her shudder at his other than warm hands. Perky B’s, a navel ring, a small waist and Coke bottle curves for days. He steps in and slides his hands around to her bum. He closes his eyes, caresses and then squeezes. He feels her thighs tighten & releases his grip.
“Why’d you stop?” says Spankii. “Because I’m cold and I want to warm up.” “Then,” she says, “you should have kept your hands where they were…” Amancio laughs. “Seriously mamita…” Why don’t you fix us some hot tea and take the Grey Goose out of the freezer.” “How do you know I have vodka? In the freezer no doubt?” as she sauntered down into the living room. “Because you always have a well stocked bar for company. I don’t forget Mami…”
She rolled her eyes and got out the shot and rock glasses. As he went upstairs with his bag she ventured into the kitchen and filled the teakettle with water. She went over to the stereo and loaded it with 2 CD’s. “Hmmm” she thought. “This IS Amancio, better stream the music. No interruptions that way.” She connected the laptop USB cable to the sound system and pushed a couple of buttons. She tuned the live 365 to the Brazilian station. Spankii flipped a switch and music began piping through every room of the house. Just about the time she heard the shower trickle off upstairs, she heard a whistle in the kitchen. As she removed the teapot from the cook top, she reached up for the Earl Grey tea bags. As she topped of the mugs with milk and honey, Amancio was carrying an ice bucket and a tray with the drinks on it to the living room. She joined him and sat down on the fur-skinned rug next to him in front of the fire. “Here’s your tea ‘Cio.” “And here is yours.” They nodded at each other, did a vodka shot and chased it with the sweet tea.
They sat sipping for awhile, not speaking enjoying the Bossa Nova sounds of Nara Leão. Spankii sat her cup down on the glass table and Amancio did the same. He looked into her eyes, then tilted his head to the side. “What’s that? Your goody-bag?” “But of course,” she said with a sly grin showing no teeth. “And what if I wanted to take you upstairs?” “There’d be one up there too. And downstairs…”
With that Amancio wasted no time, he advanced towards Spankii; both now on their knees, they embraced each other. Tightly gripping, loosely feeling, groping, caressing, touching, nibbling. Spankii threw her head back, inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her slightly parted mouth as Amancio nuzzled her neck. As she reached between his legs to feel for his stiffness, the towel loosened around his waist settled at his sides and just below his rump. “Sit back.” she said looking into his eyes, again that cute grin he loves made him obey silently. As he pushed himself back on the rug he felt the sofa behind him supporting his back.
Spankii kissed his forehead, his left cheek, and then his right. She skipped his lips and chose to begin again at his chest. Both pecks, his tummy and circled his navel with her tongue. She reached the border, no forest, a slight buzz cut, if you will, although not bald still a nice site. She took hold of his meat and it began its slow and deep descent into her mouth and equally deep throat. As her head steadily bobbed in his lap, his hand wandered. Stroking her hair, down her back, then sliding his hand up and over the small of her back and butt to that sweet spot between her warm thighs. He loved that arch, it was like his own personal mini ski slope. He noticed, the longer she sucked his cock, the moister she became. He slid his fingers around her major and minor lips, carefully thumbing and ever so slightly squeezing her clit in a circular motion. As he breathed deeply, so did she. He grabbed one of the many towels stacked neatly on the stand. He wanted her, all of her. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, she slowed her oral stroke and came up for air.
“Your beautiful and very talented ‘Kii.” Spankii smiled, with her pearly whites showing this time. “May I have you now?” “Yes,” she said. “And may I admire your body?” Again, with a nod, she said yes. “Once I’ve done these things, may I ravish you with endless love making and then fuck you into oblivion?” Laughing, Spankii said yes yet again smiling big this time.
As she lay down, Amancio placed a throw pillow up under her rear. As she lay there his eyes wandered her body, her curves, her breasts, hips and thighs; her perfectly pedicured feet. As he reached for one of the assorted rubbers, he watched her hum to the music with her eyes closed and her body moved slowly, almost snake-like. As he descended upon her, he tossed her legs over his shoulders and entered her snug wetness. Her eyes flew open and their gaze met each other. Vigor crept in as he pounded her pussy into near extinction. His grunts and her sighs blended hard core with the repinique, caixa, and surdo of the music. He removed her legs from his shoulders and out stretched them on the floor. Wide. Her flexibility always seemed to amaze him. Her back began to arch and her sounds became deeper, more animal like. He slowed and then sat up a bit. He removed the pillow from underneath her and sneered at her. “You’re doing that stop and go thing again; I was almost…” “I know. I know your body, I know why you make every sound and mover every which way.” And with this he placed a firm hand on her lower abdomen and pressed down while he re-entered and stroked his cock inside her. With this move she immediately stared at him, mouth open, deep breath taken and yet; …no words escaped her. He looked down at her face, full of shock and enjoyment. She moaned, he took it up a notch with longer strokes and continued through his sly like smile. “Oh, oh, oh God. Ughhh, oh, oh God…” she moaned. “Uh-uhn. God can’t help you mami; my name is Amancio. If it’s good to you, REAL good to you, you’ll say my name like you mean it…”
To Be Continued…
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