Magic In Orlando

It was only an hour and a half drive to Orlando; we had the most fun as we sang loudly and mostly off-key to salsa by Marc Anthony, Celia Cruz, Gilberto Santa Rosa, Willie Colon, Victor Manuel, and others.

Mario made me laugh and that was something I enjoyed. It helped that he was easy on the eyes and his fucking skills were phenomenal. He knew how to take charge and mostly, I felt safe with him. Even though we hadn’t put labels on what we were, whenever we were out together, he made sure I had his attention and people knew I was with him.

When we got to Orlando, we were near Lake Eola. He had this rental property a two-bedroom house. There was a bricked driveway that led to a double-car garage. The living space was upstairs, which you could also get to from the staircase outside that led to a nice-sized deck. The property was fenced and had gorgeous tall trees surrounding it.

“This is a nice place.”

“Thanks,” he replied as he grabbed our bags and we walked up the stairs into the main area. The living room and kitchen were in close proximity and you could see out the glass door to the deck and the two large windows had a great view of the driveway.

I plopped down on the sofa and he took the stuff to the room. He returned and plopped down next to me. I felt his hand in my hair, “So what do you want to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know. We could always go clubbing, heyyyyy!”

He laughed, “Yeah, we can go dance and get some drinks.”

It was settled. I went and changed into a cute party dress and he put on a pair of nice jeans and a short-sleeved blue shirt.

We went to a club that played a good mix of music, mostly Caribbean, but they threw in some rap music.

We danced on the floor until our feet were done. I left him at a table so I could run to the restroom. I went inside did my thing and as I was headed back, I heard, “Lelani, still beautiful. You haven’t changed.”

I knew that voice. My heart nearly dropped into my panties. I turned and saw his face.

He looked good. Grayer, but still fine as fuck. I gave a fake smile, “Hi, Dr. St. James.”

He chuckled, “You don’t have to be so formal, you’re not my student anymore.”

I nodded. This was the man that I gave my virginity to in his office on a leather sofa. That memory flashed in my mind. How he licked my pussy and sucked my tits. How he pushed his huge cock into my tight little cunt and made me cry as my hymen broke.

He whispered into my ear, “It’s okay, I got you, baby.”

I was so fucking young and stupid. He had me thinking I was his world and he had a wife and two kids my age.

“Right,” I replied, "Greg."

“I’ve been watching you dance all night.”

“Is that so?”

He bit his lip, “Was that guy your boyfriend?”

I laughed, “Why?”

He shrugged, “He’s a little young. I know how you had this thing for older guys.”

I chuckled, “Yeah and it turned out to be catastrophic…well, for me at least.”

He was silent. He didn’t even acknowledge the pain he had caused me. “I’m divorced now,” he said proudly.

“Oh, so sorry for you,” I said, but I really didn’t give a shit.

“If you’re—”

“I have to get back. I wish you all the best in whatever it is you’re doing with yourself now.” I walked off. The fucking nerve.

Mario kissed my lips and asked, “Who was that old dude?”

I laughed, “Just some guy.”

He smiled, “You ready to head back?”

I nodded. I was ready to sit on his cock perhaps outside and make the neighbors angry.

When we got back, we opened a bottle of champagne. We were already tipsy from having several drinks at the club. But we were still in the drinking mood and since we had Saturday to sleep in we figured why not.

After we annihilated the first bottle, he opened another, his eyes were glazed over as he poured the cold bubbly liquid on my bare tits as I stood before him in nothing but my thong dancing erotically for him. I laughed and pulled off my panties and put them in his mouth. He grinned sexily. He was into kinky shit like that. The kinkier the better.

He pulled the thong from his mouth and tossed it and immediately reached for my huge breasts and sucked my nipples. I ran my hand across the top of his head and moaned as two of his fingers pushed into my wet little pussy.

“I’ma make your pussy rain mami,” he stated as he rapidly thrust his fingers inside of me rubbing against the entire body of my clitoris. I moaned and cussed. I was practically on my toes like a ballerina holding onto him.

“Oh god, baby,” I whined and flinched. My pussy soaked his hand.

He smiled, “Look at that.”

I looked at my soaked inner thighs and chuckled as I walked away from him. I went to the door and opened it. “Lelani, what are you doing,” he asked.

I was already out on the deck. He walked outside and saw me by the sofa. His pants were undone and his dick was hanging out. I bit my lip as I watched him approach me.

The stars sparkled in the sky and the cool breeze kissed our skin and we kissed. He lifted me slightly and watched as I guided his cock to my entrance. As he filled me, I let out a sweet moan, “Ummm, so good.”

He held me up, my toes barely touched the sofa cushion. His dick was so far in me I swear it was knocking against my cervix. I grinded my hips as I buried my face into his neck.

“Si, mami, si, I love your pussy.”

He held my juicy ass and continued to pleasure my cunt. I felt an insane amount of energy rush through me. My eyes watered, “Baaabyyy, fuck.”

“Si mamita, te gusta, verdad?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“I love you, baby.”

At that moment, it was as if time stood still. My ears couldn’t believe what they had heard. Maybe it was a mistake, but then he said it again, “I love you mami.”

With tears in my eyes, I looked at him, “You love me?”

“Si mami.”

My heart was full, “I love you too,” I replied.

He pulled out, “Let’s finish inside, you already know what I want.” He followed me inside. The door we didn’t even close. He went to the bedroom and returned naked with a little black bag.

He pulled out a huge porn star-sized dildo and some lube. I giggled. My head was so fucked up I was down for just about anything. I sat on the sofa. He walked over to me with his cock hanging out. It looked so delicious. He handed me that huge rubber replica of a cock, “Push it in your pussy while you suck my cock.”

I complied. The cock had suction. I placed it on the floor and sat on it. Glided my wet pussy up and down the shaft as Mario fed his cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. That cock stretched my pussy out and his cock stretched my mouth out.

“Oh si, mami, I like that shit,” he said as he fucked my face. He took pleasure in watching me ride that cock and play with my tits as he held my face and pushed his cock so far in my mouth causing huge globs of spit to form and my eyes to water.

He pulled out and kissed my mouth. He quickly turned and lubed up his cock then got on the sofa, “Come here,” he commanded. “Bring that with you,” he said referring to the dildo still on the floor wet with my cream. I grabbed it off the floor.

His cock was all shiny from the lube. I knew he wanted my tight puckered ring. He spooned me and pushed his cock inside, “Ahhhhh, shit, si, si, si.” He kissed me, “Put it inside,” he said. I pushed the cock back into my pussy and let out a serious moan. He rubbed my clit and fucked my ass while I stroked my pussy with that huge porn star cock.

“Oh my God, Lelani, shit, mamita.”

“Yes, baby, shit,” I cried.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill your ass with cum, you want it?”

“Yes baby.”

He stroked faster and harder. Everything tightened and we froze looking into each other’s eyes. My ass was drenched. My pussy was swollen. We fell asleep in that position.

I woke up around 4:00 am and saw the beautiful mess we were on the sofa. The door was still opened. I walked over to close it. I grabbed all the sex toys took them to the bathroom with me and cleaned up.

My head rang something awful, but I had the most amazing feeling all over. I went back to the living room and saw Mario asleep. I kissed his lips and covered him with a blanket. His eyes opened slightly, “Fuck, mi cabesa.”

I chuckled, “I'm going to the room.”

Slowly he sat up, as he stood, he stumbled, “I gotta piss.” I watched his fine ass walk to the bathroom. My cellphone sounded. I checked my messages, a dick picture from Dr. St. James. I shook my head. How fucking dare he send me a picture of the very thing that almost ruined my life.

I deleted it. Also wondered, why I had never changed my cellphone number. But I had no intentions of going into the situation again. I had finally found something that made sense.

My mother kept hounding me about settling down, maybe this was it. I was in love. It had happened so fast. But my mother had always said to me, “It’s not how long you know a person, but what you know about a person.”

She was right. You could be with a person for years and not really know them. Mario and I had been together over the course of six weeks and I felt close to him. We liked the same music. We loved to eat. We loved sports. He understood each other and our sexual chemistry was insane.

I checked my emails. I had a notification, “Your mail has reached capacity, delete some files now.”

That was simple. I never really looked at my emails. I never got anything of importance via email. People either called me or texted me. In a few clicks, I emptied my folders. And that was that. I went to the room and found Mario in the bed nestled under the covers.

I got in and eased next to him. He pulled me even closer. Touched his beard, “Do you remember anything from last night?” I asked.

He chuckled, “You mean how we fucked like crazy?”

I laughed, “Yeah.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Do you remember anything else?”

He smiled, “That I told you I loved you.”

My heartbeat rapidly and I nodded, “Yeah, that part.”

He kissed my mouth, “Of course, I remember, I also remember you saying you loved me too.”

“I do.”

“So, it’s official. You’re my girl.” I smiled, “That also means you need to tell whoever else it is you were fucking that it’s over.”

I tried to act innocent, “What?”

He laughed, “Come on Lelani, I’m not stupid. I know you were fucking with some other dude last week. I didn’t say anything because…I mean, at the time I was still trying to figure out what this was.”

I nodded, “Okay. I’ll end it. I have to do it in person though.”

His eyebrow lifted, “Just make sure when you see him your pussy doesn’t end up on his dick.”

I laughed.

He eased on top of me, “I’m serious. Once I’m in, I’m all in.”

“Okay, ummmmm, shit.” I moaned as he pushed his cock inside of me. I wrapped my arms around him and caressed his back and he administered long powerful strokes, “Shit, shit, baby,” I said.

He folded my right leg in and went deeper. We moaned and groaned until we both grunted and he collapsed in my arms basking in the wonderful feeling of pleasure and love.

Later that day, we walked around the lake. I saw a family, a mother, a father, and a small baby. I smiled. There was no way Richard could give me a child. He had already had a vasectomy. Honestly, I wasn’t getting any younger. This was the right choice.

I’d have to tell him in two weeks face to face in Boston.