Bedroom striptease

Carmen took John by the hand and led him toward her bedroom. As they passed Eva’s room he could hear the girl talking in Spanish on what he assumed was a telephone. He hoped she wasn’t telling her friends about what had happened earlier since he wanted to keep his job for a while longer, although Carmen’s lack of reaction reassured him of that somewhat.

The moment Carmen had him in her bedroom she shut the door, threw herself against him and began kissing him again, with a passion so intense it was almost frightening. John held her tightly against him and returned her kiss. She reached up and tore open his (or more accurately her husband’s) shirt and then reached down and began to try to undo his pants, her desperation evident from her fumbling. He reached down to help her and once he had his button undone she undid his fly and reached inside his Y-fronts. “Oh!” she said as her hand wrapped around his hardening cock. “You so big! Not like my cabrón husband. He small like twig! That why he need to fuck adolescente prostitutas half his age! He not big enough to satisfy real woman! Not like you!”

“I must admit” said John “That was the one thing about me that my wife never complained about.”

She turned them around and threw him on her bed, a metal framed double with a mattress that poked him in the back as he landed. He scooted up until he found a comfortable spot and then began to remove his pants. As he did, Carmen started to take off the unflattering waitress uniform that she had been wearing since he first saw her. Despite it’s ugliness she took it off with such sensuality and abandon that it seemed sexier than any strippers outfit. She undid each button, giving John enough time to look at what had been revealed beneath before undoing the next so that by the time she got to the lowest one he was out of both his pants and Y-fronts and she was able to stare at his still growing member and lick her lips in anticipation. She then opened the front of her uniform to give him a beautiful view of her large firm breasts in their dirty-white covering, before lifting her skirt to show him the matching panties over which she ran her finger creating a distinct line of wetness on the fabric tracing the line of her labia.

Next she turned her back to him, pulled her uniform from her shoulders and let it drop down her body to pool at her ankles before reaching behind herself to unclip her bra, pulled the straps from her shoulders and leaned forward to allow her bra to slip down her arms and off her melons. It also gave John a wonderful view of her firm ass as it pushed against its white cotton prison.

Standing up with her bra in one hand she looked over her shoulder at John, whose cock was now fully erect, a sight which he could see impressed her. She put an arm across her breasts (which was inadequate to the task of hiding anything bit her nipples) turned and threw her bra her bra with such accuracy that one of the cups landed on the top of John’s rod causing him to leave a drop of precum as he removed it. She smiled, her mouth showing amusement and her eyes showing arousal, and then took her arm away from her breasts, put her hands under each one and presented them to John as if for his approval which he readily gave.

Turning back around she took the corners of her panties, bent over and pulled them to her ankles giving John his first view of her uncovered ass, a sight which was worth the wait. She stepped out of her panties and then opened her legs wide enough, and leaned down far enough, to allow John to see her puffy pussy lips, her breasts and her face beaming up at him.

She stood up and turned around, obviously finished her routine. “You like? I used to work as bailador before I married. I still got it, yes?”

By way of an answer John looked at his erection and then said “Yes”

“I no danced like that since married. Husband say it bad. I no care now. Screw Husband.”

“I was hoping you’d screw me.” Said John jokingly.

Carmen smiled “I plan to!”