Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars - Sex Stories

Oscar and Dangerous Latin Cougars

... like you couldn't wait to get out of there. She stumbled her way out of her clothes and into the shower without any help." Cynthia asked me.

The thought of Yvonne stripping out of her clothes and into her shower naked sent shivers through my whole body in a good way, and I got lost for a moment daydreaming about it before snapping back to reality.

"It's not that I couldn't wait to leave, I just felt uncomfortable." I replied.

"Do you not like Yvonne?" Cynthia challenged.

"Oh I think she's a wonderful woman, but it was a weird circumstance. I'd rather not talk about it." I said.

"Well she certainly let us hear about it, you're going to have to talk to her, though she did say she likes the flowers. And apparently the vase was cute too, she says you have a thing for nipples." Cynthia smirks as she talks, looking at tomatoes to hide her gaze while stifling a laugh, she also sounded a little intrigued.

We finished our shopping and headed back to our apartment building. I carried all of the groceries in while Cynthia scoped out my kitchen for all of the tools we would need. I didn't realize that she meant we'd be cooking at my apartment. I drug the little kitchen table into a more central location as we finished our tostadas. That's when my door opened and Mable and Yvonne let themselves into my apartment.

"Hola amigos." Yvonne sang as she drifted through the door.

"We brought sides for the tostadas." Mable added as she closed the door behind us.

I ...

... looked at Cynthia over in the kitchen who laughed at my obviously surprised face.

"You thought we would make food and not share it? We're going to be like a family while you're here mijo, su casa is our casa too!" She laughed as she carried plates of food to my little table.

The four of us sat around the cramped table, barely having room for the plates, the sides had to sit on the counter top. I kept bumping into Cynthia with my elbow as I reached for my glass of water, and every time she would bump me back in a playful way, getting lower and lower on my torso.

"Oscar we're gonna need a bigger table next time, my boobs are in my food." Mable said as she brushed guacamole off of her shirt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ever expect to have company here. This table is really only made for one or two people." I said sheepishly. The chair I'm sitting in is next to a shelf where some of my sculptures protrude, forcing me to stare at Mable's breasts or risk breaking them with the back of my head.

Mable smiles as she sways back and forth a little, making eye contact with me as I am forced to watch her boobs dance.

"The sculptures are beautiful." Yvonne says through another glass of wine that she had to have brought from home. "I saw that you were selling some of them, you had a collection inspired by the Aztecs right?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed, excited to talk about my craft. "I made a collection of like 30 pieces a couple of months ago, I was trying to sell some of them online for ...