1
Pablo knew that his friend, Juan González would have spent more than enough of his time trying to solve the problem.
The Gonzalez family lived in one of the poorer districts of Valencia. It was a barrio at odds with the glitz and the fine words that the city government put out about itself and the city’s landmarks, of palm fringed squares and iconic buildings, on its website. On it were places where the tourists from all over Europe always flocked to, and where he and Juan would often go to take in the atmosphere; to meet girls and party as far as their wallets allowed them to do that, and where their command of other languages made possible.
Pulling chicks, whom they met on the dancefloor of the seamier night spots, didn’t need an extensive vocabulary; rather, a heart of stone. But that was a trick that neither managed too well, and it made them hunger for local talent and the chance of an enduring relationship with someone special.
The poorer parts of the city had their soaring crime statistics and their share of migrants, all of which put a strain on services and made you wary of whom you met on the streets after dark. Work for young guys like them was hard to come by, and so they took what they could. For his part, Pablo worked for an electrical company; Juan in hand to mouth jobs as he studied part-time for a construction management diploma and contributed to the household costs.
Forty-year-old Marta González had her pride and determined ways to make the small apartment, where she and her son now lived, as comfortable and clean as their circumstances allowed. Keeping up with changes in equipment and software, even minor glitches, was one expense that the González family did not have the means to fix.
‘How bad is it…can the machine be saved?’ Juan asked, standing by his shoulder, as Pablo peered at a frozen computer screen,. The ageing contraption was placed on a small table in a corner of the cramped living room.
The noise of the traffic in the street below came at them through the open window. In the day, it offered a view of the barren wasteland that was an unfinished square; the paths laid out and with benches along their routes, but the landscaping all but absent as the money ran out to complete the designer’s dream; that of softening the outlines of the monolithic buildings set all around it.
‘Yes, and for the last time, I think so.’ Pablo replied, somehow bringing up the task manager on the screen before him. He shrugged off his thin summer jacket, soon revealing strong muscular and toned arms with his T shirt taut against his broad chest. He and his friend worked out, obsessively so, but they received no complaints from those they hooked up with. ‘Just you back off a bit, amigo. I don’t need you breathing down my neck while I sort this out for you and your mother…’
‘Sorry…’
‘Where is she, by the way…where’s Marta?’
‘She’s still at work. She goes from the day job to work in a café…’
‘Jeez, that’s a full-on life…’
‘Tell me about it. I’m doing the same…need that kit to find something better, to at least try…in the shit we call an economy.’ Juan moved to sit down beside his friend. ‘My chances of a new life are on there…resumés and work history. My father leaving us has dumped this heap on us, so Marta and I share this thing….’
Juan had grown accustomed to using his mother’s first name when in Pablo’s company; more conventional forms of address, and deference to her, muted but not pushed to one side.
Pablo heard the frustration, and anxiety, in his friend’s voice.
‘No te preoccupa…I’ll get it going.’
Juan nodded and began tapping his fingers nervously on the old rickety table used as a desk. Pablo couldn’t keep from feeling sympathy for his pal. Life was tough enough without Marta and Juan having to live with the knowledge that the head of the household had been cheating on them, and on Marta in particular, for some months. An ugly divorce now meant money was tight.
Pablo glanced at a photo of her and wondered how Marta could have been ditched for a younger woman. Her smiling face was framed by long, frizzy brown hair with blonde highlights. Gone was the black hair he remembered. Marta’s skin was a wonderful dusky brown and her smile dazzlingly bright, her figure to make you catch your breath. It had been toned through adversity and a household budget constantly under strain. She walked everywhere. He had seen her do that and had followed Marta at a discreet distance, keeping up with her purposeful strides. The woman possessed a raw vitality that her circumstances could not quell.
As their friends had told him, out of Juan’s hearing, Marta was hot. What sane man would leave her for a young chick, when Marta would bring it all. What was it that couldn’t be found with her in the marital bed?
How was he to know?
He’d never been with a woman older than him. Like his pals, when they were on the beach, they’d take to wondering how it would go with the older women that they saw sunning themselves, smoothing oil onto their skins and paying them no attention…as far as they could tell. It was up to them to make the first move, but the opportunities always passed them by.
But, and he didn’t tell Juan this, Marta wound his clock. The sight of her, sometimes in slacks and a flattering blouse, made him think of how wild any ride with her could be.
‘I feel stupid not knowing what to do,’ Juan said, cutting into his friend’s wandering, wayward, thoughts of his mother and what she brought to the eye, ‘but my father always handled the tech stuff. If it’s not about a construction and management programme…the articles that I download, I just don’t know what I’m doing.’
‘It’s cool Juan…we all have our talents and…shit!’ Pablo frowned at the screen. ‘Hey, it shows that there’s a program running in the background called protect your pc. I sure hope it not some malicious software….’
‘Mom told me before she went out this morning that she’d logged onto a site and that popped up.’ Juan shrugged, rubbed a hand over his face, darkened by the studiously tended stubble of his beard. ‘Our safe-surfing software has expired and it’s too pricey… so she downloaded it.’
‘It’s made to look safe, but it’s a virus in itself. It gets into your computer, slows it up then wants you to sign up for it so that the software can fix itself. One glitch may lead to another…and it may take money you haven’t got.’
‘So we’re screwed?’ Juan sighed in exasperation. ‘Is that what you’re telling me?’
‘Nope, and don’t give up so easily,’ Pablo growled forthrightly, waving a hand to dismiss what Juan had said. ‘I’ll upload something that I use. We’ll then get onto cleaning things up…wipe away all trace of it.’
‘But we don’t have any…’
‘Do you think I pay for stuff when it’s on-line and useful stuff can be downloaded? Go make me a coffee…and I’ll sort it all out, including the tangle of wires under the desk…under the table. Okay?’
‘Jeez, Pablo, I really owe you for this.’
‘Hey, that’s what friends are for. Now, how about that coffee?’
2
Pablo felt his spirits lift on hearing a key in the front door; then Marta’s chirpy voice call out. ‘Juan, you at home…the lights are all on!
‘Shit!’ Juan said under his breath. ‘Yeah, I’m home…Pablo’s here too!’
‘Hey, you boys want anything?’ she said looking at them in turn. ‘What brings you here, Pablo…is my boy asking a favour of you again?’
At the sound of Marta’s voice, he had turned his head away from the task of rebooting the machine after the tangle of wires had been sorted out and many fastened with some cable clips he had in his bag. Pablo found himself staring at her smiling face and taking in her appearance before him and at her bare feet and toenails painted a deep red. Marta was always seen to wear a silver ring on the middle toe of each foot. Jeez, she looked so good, possessing; a wild spirit who seemed to live life out as best as she could.
‘I’m…I’m helping Juan out…a problem with this creaking PC of yours,’ he stammered and feeling a fool for being caught out admiring her. He’d taken in a small tattoo on her right foot before, but now he saw another on her calf, as she moved to hang up a thin jacket and as her skirt swirled. ‘You’ve…you’ve got another tattoo…a small unicorn.’
‘That you should notice it, Pablo.’ Marta smiled at him as she heard him blurt it out. ‘It’s to signify strength…to deal with what we face in life. Juan suggested it…’ His friend shrugged and followed Marta into the small room that served as a galley kitchen. Pablo saw her lean around the door frame and smile at him. ‘What about that drink? We can all share a beer…have a sip or two.’
‘Sure, thanks…’ Pablo said and turned away and chose to finish in his tasks. He really…really…shouldn’t be going there, lusting after her and imagining her legs about him, the kiss of her wonderful mouth on his skin, but the sight of Marta, those tattoos on her legs and her low-heeled shoes that he had seen pushed against the wall, as she greeted them…they had set his imagination racing.
‘I’m all set, Juan…Marta,’ Pablo said as he went to stand in the doorway and met their looks his way. ‘I’d best be off…’
‘Have that drink first?’ Marta smiled, her unexpected but approving look upon him soon met. ‘What have I interrupted…is it boy’s talk?’
‘Nothing, nothing like that…we’ve dealt with a rogue software programme that you downloaded, mother…’ Juan told her directly. She was seen to flick a hand at her hair in evident irritation to be spoken to like that.
‘By mistake, Marta…it’s easily done,’ Pablo added, just to ease the blow. ‘No real harm’s been done. You just need to be careful…’
‘Or know who to ask if you need help,’ Marta added. She handed Pablo his drink. ‘You’re doing okay in your work…so Juan tells me. I have to drag that information out of him…or I’d never know how you’re getting on.’
That she should even ask it, Pablo thought. ‘Yeah, I get by…’
‘We all do…we have to do that, don’t we?’ Marta observed as she moved past him. ‘Come and tell me what I did wrong?’
Pablo stood close to her as they stared down at the screen of the desktop, saw the progress bar slowly filling.
‘You just got taken in by someone passing off dud software on the web. You’d be surprised how many people fall for it…or dud emails…’
‘I won’t be doing that from now on,’ she said looking at him, brushing away at the tangle of her hair. Pablo gazed in open admiration of the woman before him. ‘Yes, I’ve got a tattoo underneath my bracelets too…’ Marta turned her wrist so that he could see the small knot placed there. ‘That’s the lot…I’ve got no more hidden away.’
‘Good…it’s a shame to ruin what you have.’ Pablo blurted it out like a besotted teenager. He sat down and his fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. He sensed that Marta looked around, to see if Juan was present. Her fingers brushed his neck.
‘You’re…you’re a good friend to him. He needs that…and I like to know that you’re around.’
‘And I like it when you are, but you know that don’t you?’ he answered on looking up at her. ‘You work all the time, but it doesn’t seem to show…any of it, what’s happening in your head. Instead…you get tattoos…destroy what you have.’
‘I’ll bear it in mind…’ Marta she answered coolly and turned away as Juan joined them.
‘Fixed?’ he asked.
‘Yeah, it’s fixed,’ Pablo smiled at him, reaching for his leather jacket as he did so. ‘I’d best get home, see what my flat-mates have been up to since I’ve been gone.’
‘Making out while they can and you’re not there,’ Juan laughed.
‘Juan, really!’ Marta still laughed in spite of the way she’d spoken.
‘It’s okay, Marta. Juan’s only telling it right. I’ve got a couple staying with me to help with the rent…they got kicked out of their girl’s place.’
‘You’ll want it all for yourself, Pablo…’
‘I haven’t found her yet….’
Juan interrupted their exchanges. ‘Hey, mama…Pablo’s fixed it!’
‘Really…well, that’s good.’ Marta smiled as she saw her boy seated at the table once more, but her attention was again drawn to Pablo and what he had said, perhaps unthinkingly. ‘Thanks again…his life’s settled.’
‘Adiós, amigo hasta la próxima vez… y compórtate.’ Pablo called out. He only saw Juan’s answering wave to him for what had been said; ‘that he should behave himself’.
Pablo took to the stairs; he did not look back; nor did he hear the door to the apartment close behind him. He soon heard clacking footfalls on the hard steps above him and turned.
‘Wait, Pablo…I forgot something from the shop…so I’ll walk with you, if that’s okay?’
He smiled on meeting her enquiring gaze upon him. Pablo failed to answer her right away. He had seen Marta’s graceful steps as she closed the space between them; delighted in the sway of her skirt as Marta sought to catch up with him; how her hair flowed around her slender face; the disconcerting sight of her breasts press against the fabric of her purple blouse with its large white polka dots; the grip of one ringed hand on the metal balustrade that was the stair railing. She looked so darn composed.
Everything about Marta was warm and inviting; inflamed his imagination. He sought to suppress the surge of longing for the woman; put from his mind how it would feel to touch her skin; feel the warmth of her thighs about his body; the fun to be discovered before finding her softest place; the rush to discover all that would then be shared.
‘Pablo?’ she prompted on receiving no answer. Marta heard him sigh. ‘What is it? Did I interrupt you two in your talking?’
‘No, it’s not that.’ He gazed at her. ‘It’s…it’s crazy I know, but I think of you. I can even admit that I’m infatuated with you…’
‘Am I still safe walking to the shop with you?’ she asked on a teasing smile.
‘Yeah, sure….walk with me…no problem,’ he murmured, drawing his eyes away from her as he pulled open the door leading out onto the noisy street beyond and the glare of shop signs and the streetlights. They were met by the sounds of the traffic, most of all by the penetrating drone of passing scooters and motorbikes.
‘Wait a moment?’ Marta clutched his arm to keep her balance as she sought to get her feet into the low-heeled shoes she had decided to wear.
Pablo took a sharp intake of breath. Her claims upon him had revealed a moment’s glimpse of the swell of her breasts; the strap of her blue bra and its flimsy lace, the colour stark against her dusky skin. He felt the rage of infatuation once more and the heat in his blood, the ache of lust for her in his groin. It was maddening to have no one else to find the rush of release for all that this woman aroused in him and that he had given voice to.
‘That someone should abandon you…’ he blurted out and stepping away, ashamed to have given voice to his longing for her. He had made out the outline of her nipples as they pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse in the cool of the late evening.
‘That you should tell me now…’ Marta walked easily beside him, dwarfed by the young man’s bulk. ‘I see it in your eyes…when they’re on me. You should know better…’
‘Sorry to make it so obvious…but…’
‘Yes…but?’ she asked, arching her eye brows in enquiry and on a pouted smile.
‘But you are a beautiful woman…’
‘You’re a man of twenty-two…not fifteen and with no one to share what you feel,’ she said on giving him a wide, and knowing, smile. They had reached the small general stores at the corner of her street. ‘This is where I leave you…’
‘Not for long, I hope…now that we’ve spoken.’
‘That’s…that’s how it is for me too, Pablo. I can tell you that now…now that we’re alone. Seeing you again has made that a little more real. I’m not meeting with a boy anymore…and I know it’s not easy for Juan. He needs your friendship and…and I need my distractions…my fun…mi divertido.’ She gave him a huge smile, her teeth white and perfect between lightly rouged lips. ‘Not boys anymore, but men. Right, Pablo?’
‘Si…young men, but in my case I’d not be fooling around.’
He was feeling, and behaving, like a horny young man…a guy on the make and one speaking out his mind to a friend’s mother who was unsure in coming on to him. Life was complicated enough, without this. Knowing her, if only once, would, perhaps, break the spell and loosen her hold on him. She would have helped him move on to a more certain reality.
‘Which is just as well, Pablo, because I’ve had my fill of those fooling ways with that ex of mine…Juan’s father…and not knowing about it; not a damn thing!’
He was startled by her sudden flare into anger; the vehemence in her voice. They moved to let shoppers pass them and into the store.
‘I’m sorry for how I said that…’ He smoothed his fingers over his moustache on seeing her take in how he had behaved in speaking out.
‘The good-looking ones are the worst. They think it’s some God given right to fool around…’ Marta stood before him and offered her take on things between them, such as they were. ‘I’m not one of those who get taken in by such tricks…’
‘I never said you were or meant that in how I looked at you, Marta…’
‘I’m sure glad to hear it and I hope you don’t go encouraging that behaviour in Juan. Show some respect…’
Pablo could only laugh at this turn in their conversation. ‘I’m getting a real telling off…for finding you beautiful…and attractive to me.’
‘The good-looking ones, guys like you, sure don’t know how it goes for someone…for someone like me. Looks really aren’t everything.’
He had heard the measured pauses as Marta spoke out. His eyes took in how the breeze caught her hair and the way she gracefully brushed it back. He also loved to see how the breeze flattened her skirt against her thighs. Marta’s hair, her legs, her body…he wanted to feel their touch to him. She was putting him straight but was also flirting and wanting to leave him with something to think about; maybe to plague him.
‘Well, good night misses González…’
‘Marta. You’re not a little kid anymore and you’ve always been respectful. Marta is fine from now on.’
‘Okay. So, until the next time…Marta.’ Pablo averted his gaze from her wondering on when they would meet again.
‘That won’t be because I messed up with the computer…got something wrong…put a plug or cable in the wrong hole.’ He snorted a laugh on hearing that and Marta gasped, put a hand to her mouth. ‘Go away…you wicked boy!’
‘Young man. I’ve grown into different ways now…’
‘So I see.’ Marta said it before she turned on her heels and walked away.
Pablo followed her progress. He knew now, with livid clarity, that he needed to know of her and soon. He’d thought of her often enough and imagined leaning over her and feeling the warmth of Marta’s back against his body; of reaching round to caress her breasts; to cup and knead them in his strong hands, before pushing his dick slowly into her moist and eager slit; holding still for achingly pleasurable moments and feeling her bum crush against his groin as she brought them on, together and then thrusting it in deep, and having her pull on him, as they rode the wave to a tumbling release.
Juan’s computer was fixed; a friend’s lustful longing for his mother and the woman’s tattooed fleshiness and that silken skin, was something else to bring them together.
3
‘Is it a bad time?’ she asked.
Pablo had been jolted in his concentration on a technical problem at a client’s house. The van was all but loaded with his gear and Martin, the lead contractor on the morning’s case was anxious to get back to the depot before the siesta started.
‘Give me a couple…would you?’ he asked him.
‘That’s all you’re getting,’ Martin said in his uncompromising ways of speaking.
‘Hello, again, Marta…’
‘I just wanted to say thank you. You helped us again last night…and Juan’s been on that thing for hours…so much so that I can’t get on it for any length of time and deal with things. I’ve got stuff to sell and want to do that on the internet…’
‘Look…sorry, but I haven’t got a lot of time to talk to you.’
‘Oh…I should have known. My hours are all over the place…I’ll let you get on.’
‘You can use your phone you know…log in to your sale site that way, even when you’re on the move…Marta.’
‘Can I?’ he heard her scream in evident delight. ‘Oh…I guess it’s not so complicated after all? You area wonder in helping me…’
He was taken by her seemingly innocent ways of it in this respect at least. ‘No it’s not difficult, and I could show you next time….’
‘Next time’s when?’
‘When I meet up with you…call by to see Juan. ‘
‘And me…when you call in to see me,’ she laughed, ‘don’t forget me!’
‘How could I do that?’ Pablo looked away as he met Martin’s impatient stare. ‘After last night I’m not about to forget you…Marta. When do you have to go to work?’
‘At the end of siesta time…’
‘So,’ he said slowly, ‘so I could call round now, get Juan to give you time to learn how it’s done on that creaky PC of yours…or on your ‘phone.’
‘Could you do that, call in now…or as soon as possible? There’s no sense in wasting the little time I’ve got…’
‘Or mine,’ he laughed. ‘Give me thirty minutes or so…’
‘I’ll be here, Pablo…and I’m alone,’ she told him certainly. ‘Computers separate some people, but it’s not going to be that way for us is it?’
The connection was lost before he had a chance to answer her.
♥
Pablo knew instantly that she had played him. He was far from being a prude; nor was he the most reserved of guys but discovering that Marta had called on a whim, and that she had resorted to a very plausible excuse to meet up again with him, came as something of a shock.
He’d shown up at her door in his work overalls, the company logo emblazoned on the back and with a logo patch on his breast pocket; his outfit and the small bag that he carried could, for anyone glancing his way, mistake him for a guy on call.
Marta opened the door quickly on hearing his knuckles rattle on its painted surface. She grinned mischievously and waved her phone at him.
‘I worked it out on my own…how to get my stuff up for sale!’
‘And you still got me to be here,’ he said on a rueful laugh. Pablo looked over her shoulder, but the place was quiet. Marta brushed past him and shut the door. ‘We’re…we’re alone here?’
‘As you hoped we would be, one day…’ she provoked. ‘I saw how it was with you…how you felt about me…the last time we were together. Is…is it that way again now?’
‘Ai…Marta!’ She shocked him by gripping the front of his overalls to feel the hard swell to be found there. He’d wondered how to let it all go during the hours he’d been at work and thinking of her.
‘You poor boy! I seem to have got you into this state again.’ She was moving her hand up and down, and he was groaning with each movement. ‘Do you want me to help you take care of it?’
‘I’m…I’m really sorry!’ he answered on an embarrassed laugh.
Marta reached up to brush her fingers over his face, a softened look in her eyes. ‘It’s OK. It’s a natural reaction for a healthy young man. But I’m flattered that an older woman like me can cause that reaction in a handsome young man like you.’
‘You’re a beautiful woman!’ he blurted out, his hands stilling her caresses upon him. He had yet to offer any of his own; chose to languish in her claims upon him once more.
‘It’s sooner than I thought. What about the things you said to me at that store last night?’ She had that delightful way of tilting her head in enquiry; a teasing smile on her lips.
‘I wanted to be sure of what was happening between us. It’s crazy…to anyone looking in, but I need to be with you, and…I know that you want to be with me. I really knew that last night…Marta.’
‘You touched a nerve…and I tried to deal with it by following you to the shop. Juan’s not to know…’
‘His mind’s on other things…’ Pablo answered, his fingers brushing over her face as she looked up at him, her eyes searching for an acknowledgment of what had to happen between them and now.
Marta made to move past him, but Pablo put a restraining hand to her arm. Her strappy shift dress was white, and it shaped her wonderfully. It gave him a full view of her strong legs and arms and the rounded firmness of her breasts. When she had gotten closer he could see them move with every breath that she took, her cleavage drawing his attention and to the dark spot of a mole on her breastbone.
She pushed off his thin overall jacket; stroked the skin on his strong arms, all the while holding his gaze upon her. Then, it was as if a dam burst. They embraced each other and took only a single breath of avowal of all that would follow before they conceded to a flurry of wild hungering kisses. They forsook any remaining restraint.
‘Marta!’ he gasped as her hands groped him certainly; sought to squeeze on his hard length.
‘I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since we spoke last night,’ she said hotly, her breaths on his lips as she pinned him against the wall and ramming her tongue deep into his mouth as they kissed. ‘I knew that it was crazy to deny it…that you were my kind of guy.’
Pablo felt somewhat overwhelmed. The quiet and determined woman had become something of predator, purposeful and aggressive in her pursuit of him now.
‘Marta let’s…?’ he began, seeking to move them into the living room and, perhaps, to claim her in there.
‘Yes, let’s get undressed and you can fuck me right here against the wall,’ she said, smiling on seeing his reaction to the rush of crude words that she had used. ‘Forget I’m Juan’s mother…see and touch me for the woman you want…have dreamt of.’
‘Easy to say…’ he laughed, looking admiringly at her as Marta stood before him and he began to undress, her hands soon on him and encouraging in their haste.
‘I’ll try and keep up with you,’ she said playfully.
Marta, of course, had a plan. She wore so little that it took her no time to strip off; but his nerves delayed him. What happened so naturally, and certainly, in the porn films that he and Juan sometimes watched was now a live performance. And the woman that he lusted after would want to have her barren spell put to a tumultuous end.
As she stood there beautifully naked and impatient to get going, Pablo continued in his struggles to get his overalls off and then his pants; his erection a hindrance.
‘At last, Pablo…I thought you’d know your way with this by now…’
‘You’re the first who’s…’
She pulled on his belt and pushed down his overall trousers; pushed searching hands into the waistband of his briefs and freed his straining prick. She gasped at what would be brought to her. Marta gripped him and her fingers couldn’t meet around it. He was a little longer than her ex-husband, but much thicker. The glistening tip was large and silken smooth.
‘You wonder…you wonder,’ she murmured, Marta’s hair brushing his belly as she bent down to kiss it before she stroked her fingers up and down its length, marveling at his youthful hardness. ‘I love it…how eager you are for me.’
‘It’s nothing compared to what you’re doing for me!’ he groaned in pleasure, the soft fingers of this hot lady were like nothing that he had known of before with others, those that he and Juan chased at clubs and hooked up with. ‘Slow down Marta…Marta please…slow down or…or I’ll lose it!’
Her claims sent rushes of longing course through his groin and belly. His body jerked involuntarily in response to her expert claims upon it.
Marta silenced his gasps with open-mouthed kisses as she started jerking him up and down, looking at his prick and then at his innocent face. She knew he wouldn’t last long. She brought her lips to him and kissed, snaking her tongue into his mouth as she jacked him off faster and unrelentingly. They both moaned in their passion.
‘Your girlfriend’s a lucky girl…’ she gasped on a sultry voice.
‘I haven’t got one!’ he cried out, shivering with pleasure as she worked him expertly.
Marta pressed her fingers to his lips to silence him on that; had him put his arms around her as she leant against the wall, uncaring about any more foreplay and using the little time available to pursue a quick, frenetic fuck. She ached to have him ram that wonderful prick over her wet crack and to plug her; for their dance to really begin.
‘Be rough, Pablo’ she cried out, ‘I won’t break…so give it to me hard and fast.’
‘As you wish,’ he said on a laugh of disbelief.
The woman confounded him. She offered pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings of how it could go with her and how to achieve that result.
He’d never actually had it standing up before and it took a bit of manoeuvring to fully claim her; to feel Marta’s muscles clamp and then tug on him as he entered her. When he did, she screamed as though she’d never done this before and would come out of sheer novelty and desperation to have a man claim her once more.
Pablo loved the feel of her wet warmth around him and would have preferred it if they could share the moment a while longer, but Marta grabbed the cheeks of his bum and coaxed him to grind and slam up and into her.
‘Action and intensity!’ she yelled as the tempo increased, her deep kisses and tongue, in his mouth, silencing anything that he might choose to say. She was encouraged to rise up into his arms and to clamp her legs about his waist as he then proceeded to sinuously slam into her once more, their bodies crashing against the wall as they became locked in a feverish dance and that brought them the searing rushes of a conclusion.
‘I’ve lost it!’ Pablo cried out as he felt the rush of his approaching orgasm.
‘Not in me…sorry!’
Marta pushed off him. She shuddered at the residual caress of his long plunging prick, before she dropped to her knees to have him ejaculate in tingling spurts over her throat and breasts and to bend and offer kisses, or the sliding caress and clamp of her fingers to his trembling length. She felt his hands in her hair in his longing to sustain her claims upon him.
‘Pablo, you know that this is…?’
‘Yes, I know that this is just the start. The siesta has only just begun. You have your diverting ways and I’m into them…and will soon be into you like never before.’
‘I’ll be gentle,’ she smiled, rising to share in deepening kisses and shivering in their hunger to know of it again.
Marta led him to her bedroom and began to close the window blinds, but Pablo detained her. He clamped his hands to her aching breasts as he breathed in her heat and felt her take his hand and place it on her soft, moist lips where his fingers and swollen prick had been so emphatically.
‘I want to be there…in you…deep in you again.’
She ached for him to be there too, again and again, and for them to pursue frenzied ruts that would give way to more attentive and considered pleasure.
‘Good, be with me but not too gentle. I want to live it out with you, Pablo, for as long as I can…’
‘We’ll lose all sense of time,’ he kissed, his hands squeezing hard on the tumble of her breasts, her nipples clamped between his fingers then lips, the pain and pleasure eliciting gasps of wanton abandon from her to his claims. He knew already that she’d wreck him in her demanding ways, but he wanted to know of it again…and whenever the opportunity arose.
Marta finally tore her mouth away from his kisses.
‘And, lover of mine,’ she sniggered on leading him in slow steps to the bed, ‘I want to learn all about your ways with a hard drive…’
‘And I want your inbox….’
On shared laughter they tumbled onto her bed, all control forsaken, and immediately shared in a squelching feast of prolonged loving and spending.
♠