The Ride

“Hey, so tell me about yourself gorgeous” Ms Sanchez says, glancing at you through the rear view mirror.

“I uh…. What’s there to tell..?” You say not really knowing where to start.

“Ah, right, pointed questions… how’d you meet lover girl here?” She says implicating Max quite clearly.

Max just scoffs, eyes locked to her phone, when you lean forward to sneak a peek you see the screen frozen over the photo of a cock, massive in size at least 14 inches long and nearly 3 inches thick, the skin color suggests that it belongs to Max’s date.

“I uh… we met on the bus, she offered me a seat next to her…. I took it, then she invited me to the club…”

“Say, you’re new there huh? What’s your take on it? Me, I’ve been doing business with them for… pfft… sense my husband died in 2012”

“I don’t know yet… seems kinda… culty…”

Max interjects now, putting her phone away “Yeah sure, BUT, it’s a fun one” she turns around in her seat to look at you.

“You ever get dicked down in an orgy?” Her tone is almost pointed, as if she’s accusing you of not doing such things, her surprise when you say yes, is pretty priceless.

“Ay! Princesa a freak~!” Says Ms Sanchez, laughing as she pulls into a rougher part of town you’re not used to.

You’re from the suburbs of the city, white picket fences, beautiful homes, green lawns, this place only has the white picket fences.

You park in front of what looks to be an apartment building, on a nearby stoop a group of futas smoking, you can feel their eyes on you as you approach, following Ms Sanchez along with Max.

They’re not hostile, far from it, they give you small comments about your manner of dress or your physique.

“Baby what are you wasting your time with that old bat for huh?” One says with a sly smile.

“Come on up to my place gorgeous~ I’ll go as long as you like baby and then some~” another says as she gives you a wink.

“Oooo the things I’d do to a cutie like you~” This doesn’t even sound like it’s directed at you, more like she thought out loud.

You and the others ignore them, as Ms Sanchez nears the stoop the futas scoot aside to let you through, as you walk up your almost positive one of them looked up your skirt.

As much as you could imagine getting annoyed at being flirted with, you aren’t, it’s still just so new to be getting all this attention, honestly it’s kinda fun.

“The elevator still busted?” Max asks as you step through the lobby, Ms Sanchez makes a small grunt as she heads for the stairwell her answer clear.

“Ah… damnit… now I’m gonna be all sweaty when I see Lucia…” mutters Max as she climbed up behind you.

You make sure to stick close to Ms Sanchez, not only because you don’t know your destination but a voice in the back of your mind keeps reminding you that this is a potentially dangerous place.

Reaching the 5th floor you head to a door that looks like every other one in the hall, the letter 512 is written in red paint across the door, unlike the others which have gold colored letters on their doors.

You think to point that out but then you think better of it, unfortunately Max doesn’t have the same thought.

“Shit Gloria… the hell did I miss…?” Says Max with a heavy overtone of bafflement, leading you to assume that this door used to be in much better condition.

“Bah… Lucia’s ex and some friends came by to talk to her, she wanted none of it and they fucked up my door” she says nonchalantly as she sorts through keys.

“….And the paint..?”

“Mr Alvarez does his best but I’m not a high paying tenet soooooo I gotta sort that shit out myself” getting the picture Max leans against the wall next to the door as Gloria fishes through her keys.

“The others in the club know a few girls who are interested in shit like this… I call them up… maybe they fix your door?” Max offers, her earnestness leading you to read this as a favor, not a deal.

“Eh, you’re sweet pequeña dama, but I got this, I happen to be interested in my door too” with that she finds the right key and the door pops open.

Inside the apartment looks nice, too nice for the building it’s kept in anyway, the floors look freshly cleaned, there’s not a spec of dust anywhere, and all the furniture looks old but comfortable.

Dark oak wood and leather furniture dominate the living room in the center of the room before a particularly well worn looking lazy boy is a small fluffy, shag rug.

Given the small size of the rug and the worn leather of the chair, you get the feeling the rug is for you, not her.

Max, upon entering the apartment, disappears down a hallway, presumably looking for her date, leaving you with Ms Sanchez.

“So uh…. Do we….?”

“Nah, not yet cariño, I wanna get to know you better” she says taking a seat on a sofa before calling you forward.

Taking a seat besides her you have a chance to take in her physique, she’s strong, toned muscles run up her arms and down her legs.

You wonder what it would be like, those strong arms wrapped around your little frame, her hands on your body.

She chuckles softly as she catches you looking and as you look away you notice out of the corner of your eye, her bulge growing in her shorts.

“Look all you like, amante~ I certainly don’t mind…~” there’s a small sultry tone to her words, drawing your eyes back to her body, running down to her chest, which must be DDs at least, even with her shirt on you can tell that she has the imprint of abs.

Your eyes travel further south, a bulge grows in her basketball shorts, if her cock is anything like her daughters then you’re in for quite a night.

Finally you stare at her legs; long, caramel hued with thighs that could crush a watermelon with ease or your skull for instance.

You bring your attention back to her face, her luscious lips are cocked upward in a small smirk, she knows she’s exactly what you’re looking for.

Her eyes are on you, exploring your body as you’ve explored hers, chewing your bottom lip you part your legs softly, giving her a peek up your skirt.

The lump in her pants jumps softly as she takes in a deep breath “I never asked your name~”

“I… don’t have one… not yet…” You say, anxiety and excitement filling you in equal measure, vying for control.

She only nods slowly before sitting back, patting her lap “Thats ok~ I can think of a few things to call you~”

By now you’re starting to feel the hunger, by now you know the signs well, the knot forming in your belly, that peculiar sensation in your ass, the sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

You climb into her lap, your thighs against hers and your hands laid delicately on her shoulders, you feel the hard lump on your ass, pulsing between your cheeks.

She lays her hands on your hips, gently rubbing them “Ahh~ it’s been a hard week princesa~ I get the feeling you’re going through a tough week too~”

“N.. not tough… just… complicated”

“Mm, I feel that… then what say we uncomplicate things… just for a little while….~?”