Nos aburrimos en nuestra casa.
The sultry Colombian sun beat down on the tightalleq of the quiet suburban street, as sweaty bodies sought refuge indoors. Melissa, the busty young Colombian girl next door, lay sprawled naked across her bed, her ample tits glistening with a sheen of perspiration. She sighed and stretched languidly, her plump ass cheeks rippling under the thin sheet draped over her curves. “Puro aburrimiento…” she muttered under her breath. “El vecindario se siente tan muerto hoy.”
Melissa was bored out of her mind, trapped alone in her hot apartment. Her lazy lidded eyes slowly drifted around the room, as if searching for something to occupy her wandering mind. They caught on a suspiciously large bulge protruding lewdly from her neighbor’s window, just across the parched courtyard. Cleverly disguised under a loose housecoat, local retired artisan Señor Rodriguez looked back at her intently, his faded eyes roving over her barely concealed nubile figure. They locked lusty gazes for a charged moment before Melissa’s fastidious morals kicked in and she emphatically slammed her window shut, pulling the curtain tight behind her.
“Viejo pervertido…” she huffed, feeling a unfamiliar tingle of arousal. Tossing and turning, the tingling in her loins made it impossible for Melissa to ignore. Biting her plump bottom lip, she slid a hand over the slick skin of her taut belly and down between her thighs, delving into her sopping wet folds. She began to slowly circle her clit with her fingertips, shuddering and gasping aloud as she ground down against them. But knighting didn’t help – her body ached for more. Suddenly, a bold idea popped into Melissa’s lust-addled brain.
Adopting the best seductive Latina pout, Melissa sauntered out onto her shaded balcony, strolling up to the ornate wrought iron railing with alluring intentions. Across the way, Señor Rodriguez hadn’t even bothered to conceal his half erect cock, which he was now leisurely stroking as his hypnotic gaze devoured her assets. Sensing the power she held, Melissa hooked a finger into her waistband and shimmied her tiny shorts down, baring her lewd caramel skin inch by ecstatic inch. She bent at the waist to permitted fabric to glide off her toned legs completely, granting him an unobstructed view of her glistening, puffy pussy.
“Wow, Melissa…” Rodriguez intones, voice husky with desire. “Qué cuerpo tan increíble tienes nena! Me encanta lo excitada que estás. Déjame ver cómo te lo haces, mami.”
Normally, filthy talk would have made Melissa recoil in disgust. But in the heady afternoon heat, she felt her body responding with a fury, nipples painfully stiff peaks against her thin tank top, pussy leaking arousal down her inner thighs. The polluted air was alive with the sounds of their salacious antics, Melissa plunging her fingers knuckle-deep into her greedy cunt as Rodriguez’s beefy hand cinched his weathered cock in a strong fist stroke. Spurred on by the needy moans coming from across the way, they escalated their frantic masturbation to a fever pitch, fingering themselves higher and higher, until Rodriguez grunted and spitrouted a massive load of thick jizz all over his balcony, splattering like rain on the stone below.
“¡Hijo de puta!” Melissa screamed in ecstasy, gushing onto her fingers as her own explosive orgasm crashed over her. Long jets of femishes pumped through her flipped over legs as she convulsed through the aftershocks of her orgasm, cum pinging off the hot railing below. Finally, she emerged from her daze to see Rodriguez chuckling in sated amusement, jacking the last drops from his spent cock head.
“¡Eso estuvo emocionante, gatita!” He crowed. “Parea que tienes un coño muy caliente – verdad, hermosa? Querés venir a casa y probar una verga de verdad?”
Almost on reflex, Melissa found herself reaching for her lacy bra and stepping back into her stained panties and shorts. Dear God, is she really even considering this? She had never been with a man before. But her body was that of a grown woman: her needs were strong and impossible to ignore. Taking a deep breath, she descended her balcony into the burning sun and crossed the narrow street to her recluse neighbor’s dark door, determined to get her cravings satisfied, no matter how scandalous her intentions.
Rodriguez held the door open for her once, staring rapturously at her succulent form as he drank in the bolts of electricity coursing between their bodies. “No dude…” he promised, his naturally accented voice sending more shivers of desire up her spine, “voy a hacerte gritar tan fuerte, hasta que la única persona que conozca tu nombre sea el mío…”
And with that smile, he pulled her inside, shutting the door behind them to muffle her wanton moans.
