Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2008 14:59:14 -0500
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Lusting for Lola

I stood watching the clock, hoping my last two hours would fly by. I
suppose it wasn't bad work, even when I hardly saw a customer for hours
on end. I guess no one in my college town did any dry-cleaning. Oh well;
it was good money, I thought, and I got to rest and watch the people most
of the day.

I got this job right after I came here to college, and recently, they had
let me mind the shop by myself. I usually sat and did my homework when no
one else was around, or maybe my boyfriend would stop in and chat with
me, but today was just...so slow. I was finished with my work, and he was
out of town, so all I had to do was just wait, knowing that no one was
going to come in before I closed up.

I almost think I was hired simply for the eye candy - I'm Swedish,
blonde, curvy, and very well-endowed, and I've been told I have a
stripper's butt. I get all kinds of looks and was wildly popular among
the guys in high school, even dating four of them at once, but since I
came to college, my social life hasn't been the same. I brought in the
odd pervert or horny frat boy, but it wasn't much of an improvement.

It was a little warm in the shop; I was glad I dressed light - a
sleeveless button-down and a short skirt from my old high school. I
started to get a little hot, so I looked around for the thermostat to
turn it down. Of course, the last person in here turned it way up, so I
had to bring it back to something more reasonable, and as I turned around
to face the door...

...she was more than just my first customer in hours. She
was...incredible. She was tall, Latina, very curvy and delicious-looking,
and her jet-black, luscious hair reached down past her shoulders. She had
on a pair of jeans that she filled out so perfectly, and her sweated
captured her luscious bust and every curve on her gorgeous body...

Wait, what was I saying? I had never been attracted to a woman before. I
had only thought about guys, and I was happy with my life with my
boyfriend, so why the hell was I eyeing this Latina? It didn't hurt that
she was incredibly sexy, confident, and nothing like any other woman I
had ever seen. I strolled back to my counter, keeping my eye on her, and
she sauntered up behind me with a seductive smile on her face, as if she
knew what I wanted.

She leaned against the counter, flipped her hair back, and spoke to me in
a delicious accent that, if I had to guess, was Guatemalan. I didn't have
a trace of a Swedish accent, but I definitely loved the way she talked.
The first thing she did was to reach into her purse and give me her
business card; what she gave it to me for, I wasn't sure, but it was
well-designed. I looked it over quickly - her name was Lola Morales, she
was from a city about 30 minutes away, where she owned a small chain of
Mexican restaurants, which, judging by how she appeared, had to be doing
very well.

I didn't know if she was going to ask to pick up any clothes, but by the
time she got into her story, I didn't care. She was gorgeous, and her
story was a welcome relief from the boredom of being alone. Among the
things I learned about Lola - she was 27, she was a very sharp
businesswoman, she thought she looked hot in jeans (I agreed with her on
that point,) and she loved to make off-color sexual comments. It didn't
take long to figure out she was a lesbian; she could describe her last
girlfriend's skillet ass perfectly, as well as the hot ass on the
waitress her girlfriend caught her with at her restaurant - one of about
50 girls she had made love to in the four years she was with that woman.
Lola was, in her own words, 'addicted to girls' and a 'serial cheater' -
two phrases she seemed to carry almost with pride.

I was in love. I looked at her perfect smile and the bright-red lipstick
she had on, and I asked her to excuse me for just a couple of minutes. I
headed to the back room to try to collect my thoughts, though in my
panic, I forgot that I left the door open and she could see me. I tried
to talk myself out of a lust-induced dream state, telling myself I have a
boyfriend and have never been into women, and even the biggest lie of
them all - she wasn't that hot. Damn right she was that hot. I had never
seen a body like that on...well, anyone. But I wasn't going to give in...

...until I turned around in my confused, frazzled state, and saw Lola
leaning against the wall with her arms folded. She had her eyes right on
me, having never averted her gaze. She knew exactly what I wanted, and
from the way she walked toward me, having no regard for the 'Employees
Only' sign on the door to the back room, she was ready to give it to me.
She stood before me, taking a look all over my body before locking eyes
with me.

She leaned down, pulled me toward her, and kissed me. She bent down into
the kiss, savoring it just as I was, and I leaned up into her. I pressed
my body against hers, opened my mouth, and slid my tongue between her
luscious lips. She was very receptive, and she used her tongue right
back. I wrapped my arms around her voluptuous body and kissed her
passionately. I never wanted anything more in my life.

I nervously broke the kiss and told her I would have to wait until I was
off and could close the store and head back to her place. She coolly
smiled and told me,

'Relax, Claudia; I closed the store for you. It's locked and everything,
and I made sure your boss is nowhere to be found. If she asks, I'll just
tell her you got sick.'

I loved this woman. She locked up for me and everything! I wondered for a
minute if she was a friend of my boss's or something, but then I decided,
the hell with it, and I continued to kiss her. I think she felt like she
had an advantage over me, since she knew I wasn't experienced and could
be risking my job. Plus, she was taller and curvier than I was; I stood
just 5'3", and she had told me earlier she was 6'2" and had a luscious
51" Latina ass to go with her DDD-cup breasts, which even made my DD cups
seem small. She had to be bigger than DDD. I didn't care. I just wanted
them.

She ripped off my top and my skirt and was very pleased that I had no bra
on; I rarely wore one, since leaving it off attracted so much attention,
and I loved to be looked at. She tongue-wrestled with me all the way back
onto the break room couch, where I laid back and let her get on top of me
while I kissed her gorgeous mouth and she felt my bare skin against her
body, still covered in a black sweater and jeans. I was trying to change
that, but my hands were quaking and I couldn't even get her sweater off.

She obliged, and pretty soon, she undid her bra, too. I kissed her even
more with her bare breasts pressing against mine. I loved feeling her
sexy Latin body against mine as I passionately made out with the
beautiful Lola, who pretty much did whatever she pleased with me and
encouraged me to do the same with her. I was normally so reserved in the
bedroom, having even refused to make love to my boyfriend with the lights
on or on a couch or anything, but Lola brought out a side of me I never
knew existed. I felt like such an animal. I loved the felling.

She kicked her boots off, and I lost my sandals; pretty soon, I was able
to undo her jeans and slide them off her strong, sexy legs, putting us
both in just our underwear. I might have been shy about actual sex, but I
did love to be looked at, so I wore a thong and was glad I did; she did
the same, and her curvy, bouncy ass was made to be in a thong...or better
still, out of it. I slid her undies off, and she started taking mine
down, too, and without even removing our tongues from each other's
mouths, we were both naked.

I tongued her delicious Latina mouth for what felt like hours, grabbing
her big, beautiful ass and letting her feel up mine. I played with her
hair, scratched her back, and enjoyed her for the entire time. I forgot
all about the fact that I was cheating on my boyfriend because, by this
point, I didn't care; I was naked and wrapped up in Lola's sexy body.

She broke the kiss and slid down my body to my breasts, and she started
sweetly tongueing my nipples. She felt me up, and she made me squirm; I
never let a guy do anything like this to me, but Lola was amazing and
could do it all. I was trimmed, but not shaved; my bush was light in
color like my hair, and it didn't seem to bother her. I could tell from
when she was on top of me grinding her body into mine that she was
completely unshaven; she had a thick, black Latina bush that was as
untamed as she was.

She could have given me an orgasm from just touching my breasts and
stroking my pussy, but she had bigger things in mind. She asked me if I
had ever been eaten out - of course I hadn't, but for her, I would do
anything. She slid down my body between my legs, which I eagerly spread
for her as she ran her tongue down my stomach and right through my bush,
sweetly touching inside my pussy while I squirmed a little bit.

She pinned my legs down and ate me out like a madwoman, never so much as
pausing for air. It was as if she had eaten pussy a thousand times
before, and I wouldn't have been surprised if she had. I grabbed onto the
couch with all my strength, screamed like a banshee, and cried out
everything I could think of. I felt like such a slut, and it was insanely
good. I wanted it - no, I needed it.

She was forceful, keeping my legs down no matter how much I squirmed,
kicked, or shouted. But even with her hands being as powerful as they
were, the strongest muscle in her body was definitely her tongue. She hit
every sensitive spot, and in the one case where she momentarily paused,
she just told me, 'Rub your tits, Claudia.' I did exactly that, putting
my fingers around my nipples and even tongueing my DDs, which she loved.
I did what she wanted, and it felt incredibly good.

I had never been given such a passionate orgasm in my life. She worked me
over with her sexy tongue, never pausing for a split second, and darted
right onto my g-spot with reckless abandon, lighting up every pleasure
center in my body. I licked my nipples and squeezed my breasts, and I
screamed like never before in my life. I couldn't think straight, and I
didn't care; I was in heaven.

Lola gave me several orgasms with just her tongue, seeming to enjoy
having me at her mercy. The way she was eating me out was so damn sexy,
but I only noticed it at the beginning; I was too busy screaming later
on. I was ready for anything, and I knew she was ready to give it to me.

She slinked back up my body, kissing and licking me all the way, and she
reached my mouth and kissed me again. I gasped for breath and told her,
in my exhausted state, that she was incredible, and she smiled and told
me she knew. After she broke the kiss, she smirked at me, rubbed her
hands on her massive breasts, and told me, in her delicious Latina
accent,

'Your turn, Blondie.'

She climbed back up my body, stopping me from turning her onto her back,
and straddled my face with her legs, which were even stronger than her
arms. Damn, she must practice this all the time, I thought. I knew
exactly what she wanted, and I was ready to give it to her. I never
dreamed I would be with someone as gorgeous, talented, and wild as Lola.

I tongued her juicy Latina pussy, and she rode my face. She encouraged
me, telling me how good I was and how she loved it. I didn't need the
encouragement, but I did love listening to her sexy accent. I loved it
that her legs pressed me into her delicious lust patch, giving me no
choice but to do what I wanted to do more than anything - make my Lola
scream.

Her bush was so thick and so delicious, and it ran right into my tongue
as I darted in and out of her. I noticed from caressing her that her legs
and the rest of her luscious body was hairless, flawless, and very smooth
and sensuous, but her bush was completely untamed. I absolutely loved it,
especially the taste of it and the way she smiled down at me as I ate her
out. I wanted nothing more.

I was taking it a little easier on her, since I was a novice; Lola didn't
seem to mind and was enjoying the prolonged tongue-lashing she was
getting. After a little while, though, I got the hang of it and worked my
eager Swedish tongue on her even faster, taking her almost by surprise.
She grabbed her breasts and licked them as I had, and from what I saw of
her, I loved the show.

She moaned and wailed in her delicious accent, grabbing her tits and
shouting as I worked her over faster and deeper. I wasn't going to settle
for just one orgasm for my Latina goddess; she gave me many, and she was
getting just as many, even if she had to squeeze my face with her
gorgeous thighs to get all of them.

Finally, after a long time of tasting and caressing her pussy with my
tongue, I gave Lola an orgasm, and she went crazy with it, groping her
voluptuous breasts and shouting at me like I was her bitch. I could have
been; I was whatever she wanted me to be. And, with my tongue working
overtime, she was whatever I wanted her to be, too.

I continued to make her worship my tongue as I gave her one orgasm after
the next. As soon as one stopped, I hit her g-spot and started another,
never making her miss a beat. I wanted her to come back for more every
chance she got. I wanted her wild, curvy body, her think, untamed bush,
her gorgeous, busty breasts, her tight, bouncy ass, and everything else
about her delicious Latina body. I wanted it every chance I got.

By the time she stoppe riding my face, slid down my body again, and
caught her breath, I was more in love than ever. I saw now why my
boyfriend thought this sort of thing was wrong - he never wanted me to
try it and feel just how right it really was. I let my body grind into
hers, our bushes lovingly rubbing together, our breasts pressed together,
and our tongues melting into a lovers' kiss that I never wanted to break
again - well, except for a passionate session like this one. I wanted to
make her my lover right then and there. I didn't even care if she wanted
to cheat on me, but I was going to be the best lover she had and make it
worth her while not to cheat.

She kissed me for a while, made love to me once more, and then, when I
got up to make sure no one else was at the door, she disappeared, leaving
only her business card and her black bra and thong behind. I took them
home, dreaming of when my Lola would come back to me, and never gave my
boyfriend a second thought. Officially, we were still together, but I
never paid any attention to him, and he left me on his own having no idea
what transpired on that magical day.

To this day, I still miss Lola, and it seems like she's always busy or
out of town when I want to talk to her. She did write me a letter, but I
never opened it, deciding to save it for the day I graduated, which is
tomorrow. I've had a fulfilling four years, survived everything, and
enjoyed the company of many, but there's something unforgettable about my
first time with the sexy Lola Morales.

That day was my first thought on the day before graduation, as it is
every day, but then, unlike most days, I went on to think about the rest
of my time at the dry cleaning shop. The next day, I went in, hoping to
see Lola again, but instead, all that happened was that my boss came in
to check on me.

With a seemingly knowing smile, she looked me over and asked me,

'So, anyone in here I should hear about?'

I didn't mention Lola. I wanted to so badly, but I was afraid she would
fire me, and I needed the job. At this point, she winked and told me,

'You know, Lola used to be my college roommate. It's because of her that
I am the way I am.'

I wasn't sure what she meant - she was tall, had blond, curly hair, and
wore glasses and a business suit with a knee-length skirt. She responded
to my confusion with,

'Don't play dumb, Claudia. You know exactly what I mean.'

At that point, she let her hair down, took off her jacket, and locked the
store, and I knew I was going to love this job...