0 comments/ 10763 views/ 3 favorites Lunch at Verrat's By: RichardDickensAlcock "Don't let him get away with it Paulette, honey. You deserve half of whatever that ex-husband is making." "My lawyers are saying it's too early right now mom, but they have specialists." "What did they tell you?" "Well, they're saying it wouldn't be wise if Mark hid his assets or overstated his debts." "I feel sorry for him mom. He almost went bankrupt after the divorce." "No, no, no Paulette dear. You make sure you get every penny you deserve. He's making more money now than he ever did in his life and he has to give you what he owes you." "Mom, I have to go. Eny is here. We're going out to eat before everyone else arrives." "OK dear, call me tonight. Love you." "Love you too, bye." Eny rang the doorbell as Paulette was getting off the telephone with her mother. She lived across the street and they became best friends since Paulette re-married. Eny worked in real estate and sold off the house Paulette once shared with her ex-husband. Paulette and new husband Paul made a cute couple. At thirty-two Paulette was still beautiful with waist length straight chestnut-honey hair, full lips, a slightly up-turned nose, high cheekbones, chocolate brown eyes, porcelain skin and a dancer's body which she always prided herself on. In intimacy Paul had already given his bride the nickname sweet cheeks; it had nothing to do with Paulette's dimples. At thirty years of age Eny was equally beautiful; with piercing turquoise eyes, straight eyebrows, intelligent features, platinum-blonde pixie styled hair, and a waif-like frame. After initial greetings at the door the two ladies headed out for lunch at a nearby restaurant. Paulette was dressed more or less casual in high rise dark denim skinny jeans and a jet black button-down shirt with half-length sleeves and a pointed collar. Eny who never allowed herself to ever be caught looking less than stunning didn't disappoint in a tight fitting genuine leather pencil skirt and sheer black long sleeve blouse; jewels and gold bracelets about her earlobes, fingers and wrists. Aside from the two women Verrat's was practically empty due to spring-to-summer transitional weather. It was Paulette's favorite restaurant since arriving in this neighborhood but today it was obvious that most of the other residents in her high-brow Chicago suburb had opted for one of the neighboring restaurants. So many of them offered outdoor canopied patios alongside marbled fountains and seasonal trees shading mahogany tables. Paulette and Eny sat across from each other at a table against a wall enjoying their Eintopf and casually stealing glances at some of the cute lawyers. Verrat's was known in the neighborhood as a fine restaurant that mostly waited on politicians, businessmen and lawyers. It offered dark ambiance where businessmen could talk in complete discretion surrounded by Bavarian paintings. The two women still had time to kill and a half-full carafe of apfelwein as they delighted in their bowls of Rote grutze. "So, things are looking up for the ex-husband?" Eny asked licking away at a dash of cream and raspberry from her dessert spoon balanced on a perfect longish hand with immaculately manicured nails. "Yes, and mother wants me to sponge off his new assets now, spousal maintenance." "Sometimes losers suddenly become winners after you leave them," responded Eny. "Apparently Mark's in a popular band, he would have never made that kind commitment when I was with him." "He was probably desperate." "Desperate yes, but not smart, he was always dumb." "But lucky," returned Eny. "My attorneys tell me Mark practically walked into court ordered maintenance and wage garnishment by his own account." "How did he do that?" Eny asked allowing the last of her dessert to melt in her tiny mouth. "He has a funny little temper. He practically chased one of my lawyers around the courtroom so he was held him in contempt," said Paulette. The two women giggled setting aside their bowls. Their contagious laughter possessed the arriving waitress who carefully carried away what remained of their desserts. "Are your lawyers any good?" "Yes, but they are saying it's still too early," Paulette answered shrugging. "One of the reasons I am asking is because I wouldn't mind getting to know that lawyer over there with the curly red hair near the bar," remarked Eny. "Which one?" asked Paulette, as her eyes shifted to the faces of the other parties. "He just got up and is talking to the bartender," said Eny. Paulette had only pretended not to notice him but she had caught him stealing glances at her all throughout lunch. As dim as the lighting was the person Eny had mentioned would have loved some binoculars or maybe X-ray vision for staring at the hidden flesh under Paulette's sleek shirt. She tried to dress conservatively knowing that her body tended to drive men crazy, it had always been that way, but she was always caught off guard even now in her thirties. Her nickname had been "the body" in college. The top three buttons on her shirt were unbuttoned due mostly to the first rays of summer. But her lacy white bra, not quite her size because she was a careless shopper, barely held in a fleshy stout bust. "That's amazing, how did you know that young man is lawyer?" remarked the waitress as she refreshed their glasses with water from her pitcher and continued to clear the table. In not abiding by the restaurant's code of diplomacy or knowing the community Verrat's served the waitress was obviously new or a fill-in, but Paulette and Eny didn't want to hurt any feelings. "I come here with my girlfriend Katie sometimes and he always eats here with his co-workers. Katie knows a lot the law firms in the area. His firm specializes in personal injuries. I wish he would personally injure me" Eny remarked with a cute girlish chuckle. "Really..." asked Paulette filling both wine glasses to their rims and giggling; "What kind of injuries, Eny?" she added joining Eny and the waitress in shared laughter. Their waitress was holding herself up to keep from slipping on the polished oak floors. "Yah, and after I sleep with him I'll send him over to your house after briefing him. My lipstick on his briefs," said Eny with a sly grin as the three women continued laughing. Conscientious of the hour Paulette casually glanced at her wrist watch realizing they still had a few hours to go. "How about we order some cocktails Eny?" "That's fine. I'll just have a pear martini" said Eny. "Merlot for me, can you bring another carafe. We'll drink what we can," Paulette concluded, smiling up at the waitress. Summoned by the annoyed restaurant manager standing post at the bar, the waitress returned to their table walking nervously, yet beaming as she set a fresh carafe of Merlot and one pear martini on it. "Miss, the gentleman your friend pointed out. He asked the bartender to be billed for the drinks and wanted me to say greetings from Jack." With all three looking over at him Jack politely gave Paulette a generous smile and nod, lifting his glass. His partners seemed to be egging him on to go to their table, but little could be heard as the restaurant had a way of dissipating chatter and street noise with its hollow ambiance and soothing music. "She always gets them. It's her body!" said Eny. "Men love her body. They don't like skinny girls like me, you thief..." Eny sneered impishly. As the waitress filled two glasses with Merlot and the mood became sexually charged Paulette smelt the port and drank some down after rolling its tender blends in her warm mouth. Their waitress left and Jack was ready to come over. Eny was also ready for some wine since her cocktail was now three quarters empty. "You want me to vanish?" asked Eny staring at Paulette with her cute almost cartoonish and exotic eyes. "Of course not because I can't cheat on Paul. I never even cheated on any of my boyfriends you tramp!" "You were telling me you cheated once though, you remember? But refused to tell me the whole story, can you tell now?" countered Eny fully alert and sloping into the table close to Paulette. "I want to know if you've ever been bad like me," remarked Eny leaning in provocatively. Paulette always ignored Eny's come-on's. "Here he comes. I will if you behave, Eny" said Paulette as both women began primping up before the incoming handsome gentleman in the dark suit. He held a single rose taken from one of the ceramic vases at the bar in his hand. Jack shook Paulette's hand introducing himself nervously and handing her the rose and his business card, clearly taken by her good looks. He said he only had a few minutes and that his partners were leaving but hoped to catch them both again for lunch or drinks. Noticing Paulette's kindness but lack of availability he slightly shifted his attention toward Eny who acted distant yet interested. Departing he looked back at Eny telling her that her name sounded angelic. Eny winked at a smiling Jack who rejoined an awaiting office-mate, the two caught up to the group outside. As the door shut obscuring all the street noise the two women continued to drink as Paulette calmly related her story. I met Mark when I was twenty-two and we were married for ten years. He was twenty-five at the time and although he was crazy he seemed to have such a bright future ahead. But before him I hadn't had a lover in two years because I was still nursing a broken heart. The problem was that I would never see the man I had truly fallen in love with again. I met him on a trip to Florida with my parents and ailing grandmother. I was twenty at the time and didn't really want to go, especially not on a family trip anymore. But it was meant to be. My father wanted to get my grandmother into a community there. But he had to trick her into liking the state first because the poor woman was terrified of leaving Illinois. In the meantime we would all enjoy a holiday at Miami Beach. I already had a boyfriend who I cared about here in Illinois, but once I got back from Florida we broke up. I refused to go out with anyone else until my heart mended. I barely even let Mark take me out because I was still pining and hurting. I had met the only man I ever gave myself completely over to. The first time I laid my eyes on this man was the most amazing moment of my life. I had just gone shopping with mother. Daddy and grandma left us behind that day because they decided to go on a tour around the bay. Mom and I had the car to ourselves so we drove down to where all the shops were on Collins Avenue and bought enough shoes and clothes to fill thirty walk-in closets. As we were crossing a street I was carrying the last of our shopping bags to our parked car directly across the street from a boutique when at a red light a car stopped a little behind us. I was helping mother with her shopping bags with mine in tow when I heard mother say "oh my, Paulette look." Now if you know my mother, she hardly ever notices a man but she noticed him and her elbow kept prodding; "Look, the nerve, but he's cute." In disbelief to what I was hearing I pushed back the streaks of hair covering my eye. "Look who's looking at you, Paulette" She said with a smile. I clumsily dropped a small shopping bag filled with lingerie on the floor by accident because mother seemed so taken aback In the car in front of us waiting at the red light I saw a gray two door Ford Mustang convertible. To be honest, at the time I thought this man was checking out all the ladies he came across that day including the both of us. But I clearly felt his eyes on me; practically staking me with them. That's when I saw the most amazing man. He wasn't gorgeous but really cute and well built. He wore a bulging designer short sleeve silk shirt that was slightly parted to sensual thin chest hair pillowing a golden chain around a full neck. Cuban-Americans found their sanctuary in Miami and before then I never really entertained fantasies about Latin men, but there was something amazing about this one. As he waited for the light to change under the warm Miami sun he shamelessly stared at mother and me with his muscular arm hanging from the side of the driver's side door. He had a raw masculine seductive charm about him that is impossible to explain. He had a square chin, with a smooth Mediterranean complexion, and his angelic countenance was hidden behind designer aviator sunglasses. "I'll see you around beautiful!" He exclaimed in perfect English from behind the wheel as mother and I walked in front of his car with beaming eyes and smiles on our faces that we tried to hide, but couldn't. I can count in my hand the number of times in my life that I blushed and this was one of them. He had a girl next to him in his car but he hardly cared that she got mad. It was clear that nobody could tame him and I heard her protesting as the engine on his sports car began to throttle and they cruised away. He was built like a wild bull, but sexy as could be. It confirmed my theory that beauty transcended race. That night all I could think about was him: what his name was, what he did for a living, and frankly what sex with him would be like. But I never expected to see him again. The next days were boring with grandma tattling and whining to daddy about the sexy clothes and lingerie I bought with mother. We went out to eat every night but my mind was not present at all. My parents thought I was thinking of marrying my old boyfriend back home in Illinois, but he was far from my thoughts. My boyfriend at the time was dropping out of college because he wanted to join the armed forces and possibly fight in the war. Although I liked him I didn't want someone who wouldn't be around and hated the idea of constantly relocating because he wanted a career in the services. At the time I was obsessed with becoming a professional dancer or possibly an actress. I had been studying at conservatory since I was young, but unable to get the auditions I really wanted without degrading myself had to work until my hope of being discovered came true. I was co-director of a dancing school and taught lyrical and pointe ballet mostly; but had no trouble instructing salsa, swing, square dancing, folk, belly-dancing, tango, hip-hop, tap, ball room, rock 'n' roll...you name it. We were staying in a five star resort hotel and my head was in a haze for what seemed like three days until one day mother convinced me to possibly work on getting a tan. She was right because a tan suited me nicely. We spent the next morning by the pool with me hiding my sadness behind a trucker cap that belonged to daddy which I always stole since it looked sexy, and my sunglasses. I had these retro fashion round sunglasses with orange lenses and light purple rims. I remember that I was wearing a bathing suit with only the top visible on that particular day. It was a leopard pattern pucker back two piece string bikini but I kept my bikini bottoms hidden under a pair of bleach cutoff denim short shorts; their tribal inside pockets made it seem like I was just wearing a bikini top. From spending the last three days travelling and looking at living communities for seniors grandma and daddy were exhausted. But she was just like daddy; they were like zombies and preferred to stay in the shade or worse yet, inside watching television all day. I was more like mother and spent that day reading a poetry collection and entertaining her as she lay on a lounge chaise sipping orange juice under a patio umbrella. It was a large resort getting crowded by the minute as its guests awoke anxious to enjoy soaking in its Olympic oasis. After a while of aimlessly wandering about but finally deciding to go for a dip I began to feel a familiar energy inside of my stomach. I turned in my crochet barefoot sandals and there he was again with his companion. I had both of my hands on the waistline of my short shorts ready to peel them down my legs and as I turned his eyes were burning holes into me. It wasn't that he was looking at my body because I could tell when a man only wants that. His eyes seemed so dreamy that it seemed like he was staring at my soul. He was wearing a pink polo shirt and a pair of black and blue speedos. As I saw him take his seat again I took a few steps back and leaned against a wall making heavy eye contact with him from the shade. Once he saw that I meant to talk to him he leant into his girlfriend or wife's ear and asked her something. She smiled and answered his question. As he walked my way he motioned to the juice bar with his chin and I meekly obeyed meeting him there. I found two empty bar stools and could feel this joy as the mood around me lifted. He was loved, and after greeting some of the people he sided up next to me pretending I was a stranger. He told me his name was Rafael Alvarez and that he was twenty years old. I told him mine was Paulette Vogel and that I was twenty also. Pretending to wait for the order for his girlfriend or wife he told me I could order whatever I wanted anywhere in the resort, just remember to mention his name. Looking at the juice bar menu I ordered a raw juice blend of pineapple, cucumber, celery and lemon. He added his order to mine specifying the name of a special blend of protein shake. We were quickly served by the waiter behind the juice bar and enjoyed our refreshments in the sun. "How did you know I was staying here?" I asked him nervously. "My father owns this hotel and resort, and I run it," he responded eyeing me hungrily from top to bottom; "I told you I'd see you around," He said, winking like a Cagney. I turned to face him directly, letting my sunglasses slide further down the bridge of my nose so he could see how much I desired him. Laying daddy's trucker hat on the juice bar table I sat with my legs wide apart on the top rung of the bar stool, looking down, noticing his large penis under a thin speedo. I pulled my long honey-chestnut locks back holding my one wrist over my forehead showing off my bust and cleavage. I told him I was from Illinois and on vacation with my folks, that I had a boyfriend in the army, and about my dancing. He wasn't an only child like me and said he had one brother he always looked out for. I also learned that he had dropped out of Stanford and had no regrets about it because he was happy and wanted to be a man like his father. "Sooo, what are you doing later today," he asked. "Well, mother is right there resting. she thinks I should get a tan. My dad and grandma are like zombies and are upstairs sleeping in. They are stupid not to come out." "No, they aren't so stupid. I would say stay here and work on your tan baby girl, but go up at about noon because it's just too much after that, it gets too humid. You wanna' be careful with that precious skin you have there..." he glanced back at the woman he was with. His order had arrived from the kitchen a few minutes into our conversation. "Is that your wife?" I asked, looking at the floor dejectedly. "Yeah, she just noticed us talking so have to get back now. Can you come to the resort disco tonight, baby girl?" "Sure, think I can manage that." I mumbled sheepishly. "Just say my name at the door, it's three blocks from the hotel but still part of the hotel. Just tell the man at the door my name OK??" I nodded obediently watching him wink at me again carrying away a large order of sushi. My eyes beamed admiring his dimples and his V shaped torso as he smiled and walked away. His arms were so powerful that when he turned his back they almost looked like a pair of wings. He told me they had a live band in from Jamaica tonight and said that being a dancer I would enjoy myself with him. it was a big event they had been promoting for a while. He also said that his wife wouldn't be there. Lunch at Verrat's It wasn't easy for me to get away that evening but I managed to tell my parents I wanted to work out at the hotel gym. I told them I met another girl from Illinois and we wanted to work out together. Changing for the event was a debacle because I was sharing a hotel room with my grandmother and she was no fool. Wanting to look good for Rafael I selected a very risqué blue pleated cotton skirt that showed off my dancer's legs coupled with a tropical print draped halter top. It was a U neck halter that completely exposed my upper back. I couldn't wear any of the high-heels I picked out just a few days ago if it was a dance club. I hated having to take them off if I was asked to dance. Luckily I had these suede bowed flats that matched my skirt perfectly, mother had picked them out. Looking at my reflection I admired how beautiful I looked in my new tan. In an attempt to look sporty I tied my hair in a pony-tail with a pink rubber band, my hair looked well with height anyway; I also put a robe on. Grandma woke up upon hearing me taking a long shower realizing I was definitely not wearing any gym gear underneath my hotel robe but a skimpy party dress. She called mother into the room. I practically had to gag grandma placing a finger close to her mouth several times to keep her from exaggerating, but mother let me go. "Of course she's going to the gym Sharon, dear. Paulette's an adult now, we have to trust her," mother said smirking at me. "I saw her talking to a lifeguard today by the pool, what was his name honey? Was he a lifeguard?" Oh...it's Rafael." "So that's his name heh? Does he work as a trainer too Paulette dear?" said added, watching me. I nodded innocently. "So have fun, we'll be here if you need us." When I reached to the resort club I was met with towering door men refusing to let me in because I was twenty, but when the name Rafael Alvarez was mentioned the main one turned pale; quietly leading me past the velvet rope. As I walked past the doors I stopped at a mirror releasing my hair from the rubber band and letting my freshly shampooed tresses cascade down my naked back to hide my bikini lines. Once inside the disco I saw a room filled with gorgeous people mingling, dancing and drinking. I was early so the crowd was still more or less sparse. When I asked the bartender to tell Rafael that Paulette was here he made a phone call and said I could have whatever I wanted while I waited for mister Alvarez. That he would be a little while because he was in a meeting. I couldn't wait to see him again. I ordered a non-alcoholic mocktail and looked on at the Jamaican live band; there were several male and female guest back-to-back vocalists lined up. But they were still doing sound checks and letting invited guests in. I had heard of Reggae before and always wanted to try it but could never find someone to show me. Keep in mind that this was during the early nineties. As I waited for about a half hour several people started dancing and the mood began to lighten. Once the band started to really play almost everybody around me went out to dance. The lyrics I heard were about sensuality, freedom, and truth, and were philosophical. The beats and singing had a way of making a person want to smile, let go, and dance. That's when I saw Rafael enter from a corner exit next to the bar. I was sad but forgave him immediately. He was wearing a grey all over goose print button down dress shirt and tailored navy dress pants and shoes. He apologized for being so late. He kissed me on the cheek and we hugged each other happy to be alone, at long last. "Would you like to dance with me Paulette?" he asked. "But you probably don't know this dance being from Illinois." "Well Rafael, you don't know what you're in for," I said taking his hand and walking him all the way to the center of the dance crowd. It was authentic Jamaican reggae music and everybody was dancing heavy street Reggae. I had taken a dancing course a few years ago with a traveling company where I was briefly schooled in Afro-Caribbean dance. I also took several courses in hip-hop and enjoyed them. I suddenly began remembering some of the basics and visualizing moves in my head. The style of dancing I saw around me consisted of mainly isolating parts of the body and I was able to quickly imitate the moves some of the beautiful girls dancing beside us were doing. There was a gorgeous black girl dancing next to me with her boyfriend, she introduced herself as Vonnie and she was giving me instructions. Vonnie hugged me after I told her my name, generously welcoming me to the club. After that I didn't hesitate at all and began swiftly shifting my upper body from side to side, snaking my arms as I led down with my shoulders, deftly taking large steps, turning my body in a different direction according to the beat and bringing my knees together. Being an accomplished dancer I was able imitate the others with incredible precision and Rafael stared in amazement. I rounded out my back isolating it with my shoulders moving from back to pelvis as I teased and smiled at my handsome date. I isolated my hip by stepping over my hip again and again, showing off my heart-shaped bottom; I looked toward Rafael talking sex with my eyes. Flirting, pushing back my hair with both arms, exposing my underarms as I swayed my hips. Vonnie admired my courage and said I was the best dancer she had ever seen. Reggae is very beautiful. It's basically knowing the way of the tides, the way tides move, water moves. After teaching me for a while Vonnie and her boyfriend walked away for a breather holding hands. Looking at Rafael clearly blown away by how sexy I could be, I continued dancing provocatively, blowing kisses in the air, repeating the sexy lyrics I heard under my breath, touching my breasts for him. Isolating my pelvis at four points I tilted forward, right, back, then left in a circular motion, sometimes stopping at each point to tease him further. I copied the other dancer's upper body waves just letting the music travel through my upper body keeping in mind the isolation of my most sensual parts. What really drove him crazy as he struggled to keep up was when I learned to isolate my chest at four points; forward, to the right, to the back, to the left. Vonnie had been doing this but she had small breasts. This move especially turned Rafael on because it made my bust snap out toward and against him. My halter top barely covering my naked breasts as they flopped to and fro. I released myself to the dance moving my torso, letting my bust bounce in utter chaos as I added a two-step move where I winded both arms sensually in either direction looking in the same direction my arms were going. Building up the nerve, Rafael began catching up to me after a while and it was magnificent. As he danced he moved his feet in a two-step from his heels to his toes, varying from foot to foot, then he began to dance up close bringing me into him with our hips locked together tightly. I put my arms around his neck feeling his arm around my waist, his hand against the small of my back, his upper thigh and pelvis moving up between my thighs. After several minutes of deliciously grinding I felt his erection through his pants. We separated as he took me by both hands extending my arms and moving me in from one of his sides to the other. Then he took me back into him, lowering his hand and caressing my ass over my skirt, I was grinding hard against his sex. If he had only known how wet my panties were by that time; I was wearing a pair of extremely racy transparent butterfly embroidered lace panties under my pleated cotton skirt that night. I chose to imitate a move I had seen the other girls doing and bent my body backward until I was in an inverted U. I felt like I was limbo dancing again, almost prostrating myself before Rafael and loving that I was alive and with him there. I was having so much fun. I arched backwards, my arms winding to the music as I looked at him, almost touching the floor. I saw him smiling down at me. Then he spun me around and hovered behind me. I continued to dance looking back at him as I tossed my long hair into the air. He was lifting up his shirt and I could see his washboard abdominal muscles. I felt his hands on my hips and let him grind his pelvis against my round bottom. I arched backward again with him behind me, leaning back slowly forming a U with my body, feeling his solid chest muscles against the back of my head with my hair gradually running down to floor level from his glistening sweaty abs. His hand moved to cup my lower ass cheek under my dress. I felt it tenderly squeezing my ass over my panty. Turning around again I encouraged him, biting his earlobe, climbing onto him, and tossing my head around like the other women around me; my hair was being flung like leather whips. I climbed onto him again and again. I felt like I had wings! Reggae tends to bring out an animal and I surrendered to mine. I was no longer a shy little tourist from Illinois, I was a sex goddess. Rafael began catching me; fondling, kneading and squeezing my parts over my skirt and halter as everyone looked on. I didn't mind at all, basking in the attention I was giving and getting; but he did. With a menacing look his eyes he made a slilent warning to the people around us who were being rude and not really partying. They stopped because they knew who he was, turning their backs to us. Several men in the disco were eyeing me lustily but looked away in terror when Rafael spotted them, or came close to. That people feared this Latin lover drove me absolutely crazy. As more couples crowded in with their backs to us we were all heavily into the soiree taking short breathers in-between songs. Two minutes into a new song Rafael held me with my pelvis locked against his. I felt his hand sliding up my pleated cotton skirt caressing my sweaty inner thighs and my pussy, then back to my bottom. His fingers slid under my panty's waist line, moving down between my cheeks, to my anus, then moving lower. He masturbated me over my panty, grinding his erection against my pussy. As he shifted his hand inside my panty toward the front, we slow danced in spite of the loud beats and I held him close in my arms and began biting his right shoulder muscle. Rafael was cupping my cunt with his strong hand continguing to masturbate me. I was nipping harder with my front teeth when he rubbed my clit in just the right way between his fingers, and when I felt his middle finger sliding into me. His strong fingers rubbing up and down my clit made me so hot, "I want to have sex with you, Rafael Alvarez," I said. Rafael lowered his knees slightly and unzipped his fly. He reached into his underwear with his hand and pulled out his cock, carefully sliding it under my pleated cotton skirt. I could feel his cock against my panty as he struggled to stuff it in; probing, slightly bending, tracing and rubbing it against the lace covering my slit. With his left hand he tugged my panty to the side. Smiling I climbed on him again and felt his hands groping my ass. Then he grabbed his long erect cock, and pointing it toward my entrance entered me in one swift motion. His entire penis disappeared into my pussy unprotected, I shut my eyes in ecstasy. I began wincing as he lifted my leg under the knee and drove his unprotected cock into me again, and again; spearing it in and out of me. When he pulled out I was already going on my third orgasm; I had had two just as he ground into me while we danced. "I think these are in the way, Paulette," he said referring to my panty. My new lace panties were now seeping in my warm sex secretions, raw sweat and my dancing partner's pre-ejaculate; a first. "Yeah, they are," I responded. "Let's get them off you, babe." I felt his powerful fingers clinging to the crotch area and pulling down applying more and more pressure on the panty seams of the lace until they shattered and ripped. He held my destroyed panties in his hand and stuffed them in his pocket. Then I climbed on him yet again and he caught me with his strong palms cupping my ass. I felt like I was flying as I continued to curl my back and toss my hair in all directions. He began impaling me slowly, lifting me up and down as my legs fastened around his waist. I heard him moaning against my ears as the music continued to pound against our eardrums. We made love standing up for several minutes until he set me down. We began kissing passionately; "We have to get to my car, I can't hold back anymore Paulette," Rafael said stopping. I thought that everybody would be staring at us but it was way too crowded by then and people were too drunk or busy falling in love to care. We sided out past sweaty bodies holding hands, tunneling through the crowd which had quadrupled since I had first arrived; we headed toward the same exit Rafael came in from by the bar. As Rafael tugged my hand I couldn't help squeezing back hard with my fingers. Some of his warm semen was dripping from my cunt as he led me outside; I wanted him to ejaculate completely. When we neared the exit his open palm struck the aluminum touch bar whacking the heavy door back hard against a brick wall outside. There were only a few cars parked there and I recognized his gray Ford Mustang convertible even though it had its top cranked down. As he opened the car door the sensor activated light hit us. I knelt in front of him, undid his belt buckle, unzipped his fly, and pulled down his dress pants and black elastic briefs with both hands, catching his springing fully erect penis in my mouth and sucking on it. I wanted the taste of him in my tongue and kept sucking on his cock. He moaned and his knees buckled loving the feeling of my lips and being inside the tenderness of my warm mouth. With the light inside his car hitting us, his penis shined because it was coated in warm saliva. He raised me up and lifted me by the waist planting my ass on top of the Mustang's hood. I undid what remained of his pants looking at him in the face asking him to fuck me. He lowered his dress pants more and I roughly tore open his shirt exposing his muscular torso. Soon his hands ran up under my skirt from the bottom of my thighs, squeezing my ass hard, one cheek in each of his large hands. Licking up and down his chest like a kitten and kissing Rafael's pectorals tenderly, I caressed his ass over his tight briefs halfway down his ass, peeling them down further. I undid my halter top strings at the nape of my neck as his hands helped me unzip the lower portion. Tan lines notwithstanding my bare braless bust was exposed to him for the first time. I looked at Rafael timidly. He looked down and back into my eyes telling me what a beautiful body I had. I asked him to make passionate love to me. Rafael pulled both of my cheeks from under me towards him and sunk his cock into my soft pussy. I squirted on him several times as he constantly bought me close to, away, and past orgasm after orgasm, my bare heels dinting into his ass. His hands groped and squeezed my bust; my tits were sucked inside his large wet mouth, my nipples dripping with saliva. He devoured me on top of that car of his. One minute his mouth was on my earlobe; his tongue tasting the wax inside my ear as his moans matched mine. The next he lifted me and his tongue was in my anus as my dress plunged with me inverted over the cold steel. I gave myself to him. Rubbing, squeezing at the soft flesh on my ass his cock sunk in me unprotected coated in the tiny rivulets streaming from my silky pussy. I tasted Rafael's fresh saliva bursting inside my mouth from his breaching tongue as he continued kissing me so wantonly, and so longingly. Finally his head jerked back hard and I knew he had ejaculated. He closed his eyes in ecstasy and his mouth opened wide as he cried out my name experiencing a full orgasm. I hugged him running my hands against his muscular back and through his hair as he finished filling my tiny pussy with his warm semen. The band was still playing inside the disco. They were playing a lot of slow songs. A male vocalist kept repeating a song about love, passion, hatred and peace. Rafael set me back down laying his head against me as I stroked his hair with my fingers. He asked me if I wanted more after a few more songs past and the band started to really play again, and when I said sure he set me down by the waist again. As a new vocalist took over the mike with a loud setlist of songs, Rafael adjusted the front seat of his convertible and said for me to get in the back and completely undress for him. He looked around adjusting his breifs back in place. Taking his shirt completely off and then his pants he tossed them on the car floor smiling at me as I giggled from the interior; "Don't worry baby. Nobody comes back here." he said. I made room for him in the back as he slid in in only his briefs which he pulled off after shutting the car door. He told me to get on all fours and I obeyed, but told him to go slow. He told me to raise my ass in the air, so arching my back I leant into the leather with my hands digging into the cushions. He parted my cheeks and I began feeling the tip of his tongue teasing the sides of my lips burying his face into me from the rear, then licking my slit. Then I felt the tip of his tongue on my anus for several minutes making me moan harder. I pulled my sweaty long hair to the side letting it hang from just one side of my naked body. Taking his cock in his hand it wasn't long before he began fucking me like a wild bull, slamming into me hard as my body took the full force, began pummeling me with his pelvis like a jackhammer, my frame quaking as he crushed my heart shaped ass with his sweaty, hairy pelvis, his hands pulling my hips harder and faster, and in circles as he grunted. He bunched up all of my hair in one of his hands and pulled back as my body glistened with musky sweat. I could see his bare ass from the rear view mirror, it was turbulently rocking back and into my curved hips. I felt a huge ogsasm starting to build inside of me as he mounted me; my eyes shut and my mouth began to widen as I grimaced and let out a cry. He gave one of my cheeks a hard slap with his right hand that reverberated in the car mixing with our moans. "Fuck you have such a hot body Paulette!" he remarked scooping up one of my breasts from under me. Suddenly I felt a huge geyser of ejaculate running up my lower back. I bit down on my tongue as he screamed. I screamed as well to prolong his pleasure as he finished unleashing tiny slashes of warm semen on my cheeks trying to catch his breath. I asked him to rub it all over me. Raphael's hands ran up and down my back and neck. I turned and lay back on the leather, covered in Rafael's seed, enjoying the raw sting on my skin. I looked down seeing a white drizzle of his thick semen caught between my trimmed honey-chestnut pubic hairs in a trail. I realized he had ejaculated over, under and all over my lower body, up to my midfriff. The hottest night of my life had ended. You don't become apart of time, it becomes you. After that night I only saw Rafael one last time for an early morning walk on the beach because he was married and couldn't compromise his life any further. When we came back home after our vacation I knew I couldn't call him again and would likely never see or hear from him again, but I was wrong. After six months a letter arrived in the mailbox from Florida. It wasn't from Rafael but had his last name on it. I ran into my room and upon breaking the seal learned that Rafael had joined the military. Lunch at Verrat's "Hmmm, just like my ex-boyfriend," I thought to myself. The letter was from Rafael's brother. The brother wrote that Rafael couldn't stop talking about me after I left. That Rafael had asked him to write to me should anything happen to him because he was to be deployed in Desert Storm. Rafael died in the infirmary and wanted me to know that he had been a criminal, but after we met his life started to change. ...Before Eny could mutter a single word a text message arrived from her husband asking where she was. She lifted her portable device close to her face pressing the buttons the keypad with incredible dexterity. Her eyes were moist and she was obviously touched by Paulette's love story. Her device glowed against her peaches & cream skin giving Eny the appearance of a mime against the dimness at Verrat's. It was almost dark outside. Neither of them spoke on the drive home but when they entered the house again Paulette began to break down. Eny hugged and consoled her and the two held each other close for almost fifteen minutes. When Paulette calmed down, Eny said "I love you, you're so beautiful Paulette," and they suddenly began to kiss.