Triple Treat - Sex Stories

Triple Treat

In my middle years, I met and married a Mexican girl -- woman, I should say, as Maria Elena was in her mid-30s, three years younger than I. She was tall, full-bodied, dark-eyed and olive-skinned. The night we met, we wound up in bed. I was somewhat desperate, between girlfriends for several months, and she was very pretty in a haughty, high-cheeked sort of way. I threw myself at her feet, literally, to get her to dance with me. Later, talking with Maria Elena and her girlfriend over drinks at a nearby bar, I was impressed with Maria Elena's good sense while discussing the friend's problem. Several times, our eyes met as we talked, and we both shared a silent agreement and mutual regard. When the girlfriend went to the restroom, on impulse, I touched my cheek, boldly asking for a kiss there, and she obliged charmingly. Later, in another momentary absence of her friend, she agreed to go home with me. Simply and without pretense. I drove her to my apartment. Soon after we entered the door, Maria Elena was in my arms. We made drinks and carried them to the sofa, but then neglected them until much later. I kissed her a few times, and she pressed herself against me, arching her back to push her breasts into my chest. I dimmed the lights and pulled her to me again, kissing her deeply. I cupped a breast in my hand, squeezing it firmly but not too hard. Maria Elena pressed her breast into my hand and answered my tongue with hers. "Honey," I said, "these clothes are just going to get ...

... all wrinkled. Why don't we take them off?" She pulled my ear down to her lips. "Why don't you take them off for me?" she said, and put the tip of her tongue in my ear. Then she moved her mouth to the corner of my jaw and nipped down my throat with teeth and lips. That was fine with me. I opened the first button of her blouse and then the second. As the blouse came open, I could see her black lace bra within, supporting her generous tan breasts. I slid my hand inside it and cupped my palm under a breast. I leaned down and kissed the top of her breast, pressing it between lips and hand. "Oh, Jeez, honey," she said, "that feels good. Kiss my tit, honey. Kiss my nipple. It's hard for you." I used my thumb to pull her bra away from her breast, exposing the nipple. She was right -- it was already erect, sticking up firmly from the center of her aureole. I licked down inside her bra, stroking the side of her nipple. I reached in further with my tongue, turning my head toward her and catching the nipple with the top of my tongue, pressing it into her breast and dragging across it with the rough tongue surface. The nipple was a lot harder now. Maria Elena slid her hands behind my neck and pulled me to her raised breast. "Oh, yes, baby," she said, "yes!" Rapidly, I unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and opened it wide. I gazed down at her lovely breasts, supported by the bra. I reached behind her, burying my face between them, and released the hooks, one by one. I didn't take it off her ...