Anita listened to Oscar as he described how much he adore his hobby. Collecting moths might sound dull and boring, but he explained it to her with such passion was impossible not to see how much he loved it. His passion made him lit up, and it made the Spanish woman fall for the man.
Anita had already fallen in love with Oscar before now. He was such a kind and gentle soul. They worked together at the restaurant and she got to work with the aspiring actor everyday. She adored him, and she had a sneaking suspicion he desired her too. So today, they both knew deep down this date was about more than just collecting moths.
“You have such passion, Oscar” Anita whispered, ranking her hand over the man’s shoulder gently. He smiled modestly while screwing the lid on his cyanide jar once more, scanning the field looking for the best spot to lay his traps. Anita looked up at the tree they were sheltering under, deciding this spot would be perfect. “I wonder, would you share that passion you have yearning inside with me?” She asked him softly, reaching down to unbutton her dress.
“I’m not sure what you mean” the clueless Englishman said. But when he turned around, his eyes widened as Anita knelt on the grass revealing her cleavage to him. His mouth went dry and he felt his underpants constrict as he stared at the sultry young Spanish woman teasing his senses. He became aware of the scent drifting from her black hair as it fell down her back, framing her elegant face for him. He dropped his net in shock. “Oh my” he stammered.
Anita bit her bottom lip, reaching out to caress his cheek. “I want you Oscar” she whispered, her accent taking on a new level as she voiced her forbidden desires. “My body yearns for your touch. For your passion. Please Oscar, let me be yours.”
Oscar was overwhelmed by the offer. He could not deny the desires he harbored inside of him as he stared at this temptress. He reached forward, hesitant to touch what he considered forbidden fruit. She sensed his apprehension and took hold of his hand, placing it against her chest where he could touch her breast. He gasped in disbelief. “There are no words that could begin to express how much I have wanted this moment” he told her.
“Then do not use words” she suggested, pulling him closer and moving her mouth to his, grazing his lips with her teeth.
The man lunged forward and captured those lips, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a powerful embrace. Anita gasped as the man kissed her passionately, showing her how much he adored her with his body and his actions. She melted under his touch, his hands rubbing up her back to grip her shoulders, his lips grinding against hers, their tongues meeting inside their mouths. Her heart fluttered and she got aroused, tugging on his clothes wanting to remove them. She wanted to remove hers too. Any barrier between them became suffocating.
They fell onto the grass with Oscar on top of her, her knees coming up inviting his hand to explore her heavenly legs. Oscar paused mid kiss, casting a worried glance around them. “Forgive me, but what if…heaven forbid…someone was to see us.”
Anita smiled, cupping his face. “I am not ashamed to be seen with you, my love” she told him.
“Well, that’s…good to know. All the same…”
“The only residence put here is the house over the hill. And the old woman who lives there hasn’t left her home in many years” she told him. She leaned up and kissed his lips. “There is nobody to see us” she assured him.
Oscar’s concern faded and lust overcame him once more. He fell into her embrace, his mouth on hers before bringing his lips down to her slender neck where he kissed down to the soft flesh of her chest. Anita gasped as he buried his face into her breasts, moaning joyously as he lost himself in her mounds. She cradled his head while he tugged her dress open, revealing her nipples for him to marvel at and play with. His lips wrapped around them and he sucked on them like a teenage boy. She bit her lip and keened, growing wet beneath his touch.
She had expected him to rush into the next stage eagerly, like many of her lovers before. But unlike the others, when Oscar opened her legs and pushed her dress up her thighs’ it was not so he could stick his eager cock into her womanhood. No, instead he dove head first under her dress to prepare her first. Her eyes widened in surprise and she beamed in delight as the gentle Englishman ravished her pussy with his tongue and his lips, making love to her in ways many men forget to. She fell onto her back combing her hair with her fingers, her hips shaking as his hands teased her legs and his mouth kissed between her thighs. She fell in love with that tongue, and those fingers, and the man utilizing them for her pleasure. Her nipples became hard and she came with a smile on her face.
Oscar emerged from under her dress sheepishly. “I hope that was to your liking, Lady Anita” he said humbly.
She stared at the man, marveling at him. She beamed with a wide grin. “You are a magnificent lover” she told him honestly. He blushed bashfully. She spread her legs wider, using her fingers to spread her moist lips. “Now make love to me. Deeply. I want to be yours” she said.
Now the man hastily removed his trousers. It wasn’t often a man like him received an offer like that, so he jumped at it. He unbuckled his trousers and shoved his underwear down. He raced to get his penis into her gorgeous pussy before she had time to remark on his size (which wasn’t very large, he had been told). She welcomed him with open arms, and legs, accepting him into her sex which felt like a velvet glove. Oscar moaned. “God bless this holy voyage” he muttered.
Anita laid back and smiled as the handsome man thrust eagerly between her legs, his hips moving awkwardly with hesitance and excitement. He had a goofy look on his face, which amused her greatly. He leant down to kiss her breast, so she pulled his face up so he could kiss her lips too. He thrust against her and she wrapped her legs around him, enveloping his manhood. She stared into his eyes, sharing his passion and showing him how much she adored him.
But his thrusts suddenly became erratic and the man began to pant. “Oh lord” he gasped, humping her even faster until his expression became a grimace. Anita inhaled as he finished abruptly inside of her, his cock spurting a copious amount of semen into her pussy. The man shuddered and slumped on top of her, panting from exertion and turning bright red. “I sorry. I’m very sorry” he whispered, looking down at her in embarrassment.
She didn’t pity the man as he rolled off of her. Instead she comforted him as he slumped down to the ground beside her in disappointment. She soothed his chest and kissed his earlobe. He wasn’t the first man to become overcome with excitement with her. It was quite common, especially with men not accustomed to regular sex. “You do not need to be ashamed” she told him, smiling affectionately.
“You must think me a pitiful fool” he pouted.
She shook her head, assuring him that was not true. She kissed him deeply, pressing herself against his body. “You are not a fool. You are a man. A passionate man with so much love to give.” She caressed his body, kissing along his neck and his chest, showing him he was adored. She reached down to his lap and took his deflated penis into her palm. “You breathed life into me. Let me return the favor” she whispered, gently biting his earlobe.
The man watched the saucy woman crawl down his front, kissing his flesh all the way until she reached his groin. He watched in amazement as she took his penis in her hands and kissed him softly. He moaned as she began to massage him with her fingers, licking his balls with her tongue, and finally wrapping her lips around his length. She made love to his penis with such passion and lust it awoke the primal urge inside him again. Blood rushed to his groin and his erection returned to life in her mouth, which she continued to suck and caress. He stared at her beautiful face, her hair falling over his lap, her hands teasing his balls. Felt a growl of desire in his throat when she finally released him, kissing his erection softly.
Her eyes met his with an equal primal desire. “Do you want me, lover?” She asked.
“Si” he nodded.
She roses up to her knees, lifting her dress to reveal her dripping pussy, eagerly stepping over him to mount his lap and sink his manhood back into her pussy where it belonged. They both moaned in approval as her walls wrapped around his shaft. Her eyes opened and she looked down at him. “Make love to me” she said.
Oscar rose up from the ground, desire uplifting him as he sat up and embraced the sexy Spanish woman. Their lips met and their kiss was hot and steamy and full of passion. He pressed his hands against her back and her hips rocked forward, sliding along his shaft. She gasped in arousal, her pupils dilating. She was so beautiful he could look at her forever. She she was perfect on his lap, with her pussy on his dick, her warm velvet pussy…
Love was not adequate enough to describe how they felt for each other in that moment. But love is what they made as they rocked and fucked and kissed. Oscar kept it slow, not wanting to bust his load too soon again. Anita was happy to take her time, to savor this moment and this man. But this time it was her excitement that got the best of her as she climaxed prematurely, her lips parting as she threw her head back and moaned, her walls clamping down around him.
“Are you alright?” Oscar asked worried.
She exhaled and laughed. “You got so excited” she said grinning. She stroked his face tenderly. “I love you” she whispered.
He sighed happily. “I do too” he replied, melting into her chest and worshiping her.
Anita cradled her new lover, her friend, her love, riding his lap with vigor and passion, ready to go all afternoon.
Their passion was interrupted by a loud roar over their heads, drawing their attention up to see something large swoop low and disappear over the hill. “What was that?” She asked in alarm.
Oscar pried his face from her breast to look at the horizon. “It sounded like an aircraft” he said.
“It crashed somewhere over the hill” she proclaimed. She turned to him. “They may be wounded. We must help them.”
“Must we?” He whined when she climbed off his lap, leaving his penis aching for her love.
She tidied herself up, fixing her dress and leaping to her feet. She saw the disappointment and reluctance in his face, knowing why he was so sad. She returned to give him a deep kiss. “The people in that plane may need our help. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you when we return home” she said.
His eyebrow picked up in interest. “You will?” He said hopefully.
She reached down and cupped him, planting another kiss on his lips. “I promise” she said. He bravely leapt to his feet, putting his clothes back on and following her over the hill seek out this crashed plane. With luck, they’ll be back early enough to pick up where they left off in a comfortble bed before work.
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