They sat in his car in the parking lot of the bar, and Jorge’s kisses were a clear indication of what he wanted to do to Jess. His hands moved over her breasts expertly and she was so surprised how quickly she was in a daze; unable to focus, unable to resist, just drowning in his sweetness. He was a man; strong and very sure of himself now, and again Jess felt like she was losing her balance, spiraling deeper into Jorge’s snare.
In her mind, it was always a game; this interaction between men and women; always a competition. One that Jessica had played skillfully over the years, and with the exception of fucking Carl, well, she felt like she was the champion. The fact that she found herself limp in this man’s arms, was not the behavior of the winner of this game. She quickly tried to compose herself,
“So where…” he sucked the words out of her mouth with more kisses. It made her want to cry. She really was dizzy.
What the fuck is this?
The voices danced. They liked Jorge. They knew he could help bring Jessica back from being dormant for a year. They just knew that he was the one.
“What were you about to say?” his breath was sweet and warm against her cheek.
She laughed, “Oh so now you are ready to hear what I have to say?”
“I’m sorry Chula, I couldn't help myself...” he sat back in his seat, “…yes, please…”
She tried to fix her left breast that was now half way out of her shirt. “As much as this high school make out session has me feeling like seventeen again, I was about to ask you where you were going to take me.” She was very serious.
His eyes told her that again there was a shift in power between them, and she smiled.
“I really don’t know. I have never done this before.” He looked directly at her.
Those fucking green eyes again!
“What are you talking about? Never done what?” She heard her own voice crack a little. She was alarmed at his declaration!
“I’ve never cheated on my wife before.” he sort of whispered.
“Jorge, you really don’t have to lie to me. This is what it is. The fact that I am here with you right now, here...in your car...that means that I am ok with this. This is a sure thing, I am going to fuck you, ok! So are we going to do this or not?”
He was quiet, then “I am not lying. I have no reason to. I have never cheated on my wife before. I don’t even know how we got this far. There was just …something about you…and well I wanted to see you again. Just to have a few drinks and get to know you a little bit, if I could…” he stopped talking and just looked at her. His eyes spoke to her instead.
She felt a weakness in the pith of her stomach, like you would on a roller coaster...
Was he was telling the truth?
Damn. How is that possible?
The voices loved Jorge even more now.
Do it Jess. Don’t let him back out. Take control and steer him where you want him. Look at him. You know you want him.This is going to be so much fun.
She leaned over and kissed him again, deeply, while she reached down to gently stroke the bulge in his shorts, her body pressed up against him.
“So as I said, where are you taking me?”
They drove around for almost twenty minutes. He tried to make small talk, but Jessica just laughed uncontrollably. Her body was in a perpetual state of agony. She ached for him and she could smell her own sex fill his car. She was sure he could smell her too.
“So you really haven’t ever done this?”
“No. Really, I haven’t.” he looked embarrassed.
She patted his thigh reassuringly.
Normally she would have been pissed off by now and called the whole thing off, but there was something about Jorge. She was not letting him get away; not tonight.
“Well don’t you have any single friends? Someone must know where people go to have sex.” She was still laughing.
"Well I am supposed to be meeting some guys at a bar out in Farmingdale, The Crazy Donkey, later to see Nonpoint, they're one of my favorite bands... I guess I could call one of them..."
Jess stopped him, "Are you nuts? I am sure they all know your wife, which is the reason you even are out here and about to let me fucking have my way with you." she grinned and he looked away.
He's so shy! Why does he feel he has to tell me so much shit? Crazy Donkey?? Nonpoint? I don't care about your favorite band dude, I just want you to eat my pussy with that sweet mouth!!!
"I said single friends; one's who aren't friends with your wife dude!"
He looked deep in thought, then he pulled over, and while he texted someone, he began to talk about his marriage and about his kids.
His eyes shone with pride as she spoke of his little ones; the loves of his life. He didn't say very much about his wife, other than the fact that they had been together forever and that she didn't know how to or even have the ability to please him sexually. He said she was like a "...piece of board and not flexible at all" Jess tried not to laugh, but the way he said it wasn't mean though, it was very matter-of-fact and he seemed like a man who had accepted that was his life. He didn't like it or hate it, he just seemed to accept it. Like a child...
She didn't care nor did she want to hear any of this, she just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. And although she tried to keep it impersonal, it was obvious that Jorge had no clue how to conduct an extramarital affair.
He continued to talk about his son being born premature and about his daughter coming immediately after, and Jess was most annoyed. He was truly different from the men in Jessica’s past and she was sure that she had to proceed with caution. He was sincere and honest, and almost childlike in his innocence, yet forcefully masculine and sexy. His boyish looks and charm turned her on in a way that was uncommon to her. It was refreshing and still a bit unnerving to her, but more and more, she was sure that she had to have him.
He then pulled out his driver's license and work ID and gave it to her. She looked at them and was totally confused. The name was his, but the pictures were of some big fat dude that immediately reminded her of the guy in Stephen King's "Thinner".
"What the fuck is this?" Jess looked at him and heard the angry tone in her own voice.
He laughed, "That's me!"
She looked again and had to turn the lights on.
"When was this taken?" only the eyes in the pictures assured her that this wasn't some weird trick.
"In the last 8 months I have lost almost a hundred pounds." He grinned proudly.
Although Jess was getting bored with all the talking, she was more than curious about this whole weight loss thing.
"How? Why? Have you always been fat? Is that why you never cheated before?" she heard herself and laughed. He laughed and kissed her again and again.
"Your mouth is amazing; your lips are..."
"Have you ever been with a black woman before Jorge?"
His eyes always gave an answer before he could, "No, you're my first..."
Jess felt like she had won the lottery.
When I'm done with him tonight he'll never want anything else. He will go black and won't ever go back!
He continued, "I have always been fat. I would never have dreamed of trying to approach a woman like you a year ago. I've always known what I want...I mean what I would like to have in a woman, but I'm not rich and was a 300 pound cop. I knew I could never have it, so..."
His phone beeped... He read the text.
“Ok, I asked one of my cops from work, he's single and lives out here on the Island, and he says there’s a place not too far away from here.” He was reading the message and speaking to her at the same time.
Why does he always have to give so many details? Poor thing...
Within minutes they were pulling into the Hollywood Motel.
Suddenly, Jess wasn't sure this was going to happen tonight. "I'm not a Motel kinda girl...if you hadn't noticed."
Again he looked embarrassed, “I'm sorry Chula. I know you're way out of my league and I had no idea what kind of place this was..."
She kissed him.
What kind of man says that? "You're out of my league..."
Jessica was laughing and slightly alarmed at the same time as she looked around.
“Oh wow.” He saw what she had seen, and laughed loudly.
There were flashing lights and artificial palm trees and flamingoes!
“So you want to try to find another place?” he looked at her questioningly.
She looked around again, the wetness in her jeans was becoming uncomfortable and she was well aware of the time constraints. “Fuck it. Let’s see the rooms.” She was ready to explode and this place would just have to do. He smiled and with a quick kiss he leaped out of the car and ran to the office to pay. She laughed at his eager sprint.
Jess he's precious. Think about this carefully. He's been with the same woman his whole life. What you have found is a thirty-three year old virgin who has spent his life having sex with a woman who was NOT fucking him or sucking his dick.
The Voices were as excited as she was.
This might be your ONE chance Jess; fuck his world up!! Make sure when you leave him tonight you will be etched in his memory forever.
ROOM 115, and as she stepped in, Jess laughed again. The room was small and dark, with wall to wall mirrors and mirrors on the ceilings; she could see herself from every angle. She looked at Jorge and saw that he was equally amused. There was a control panel by the bed that controlled the lights in the room.
“I think we just walked onto the set for a seventies porn movie.” Jess still stood in the doorway with Jorge pressed up against her from behind.
“So you want to leave?” he was nervous, she could hear it.
She turned round and kissed him.
They were naked with the door still slightly ajar and he had her pinned against the mirrored wall. His fingers deep inside her and bringing her closer to orgasm. She grabbed a hold of him as she lost her footing and her body shook violently.
What the fuck? Jess was never the first to cum!
Again he had taken her power, and within an instant, she decided not to fight with him anymore. She was going to follow his lead. Jess never did this, but she wanted to be taken by Jorge; taken wherever he wanted to go. She was limp in his arms as he spoke words she didn’t understand. “Carajo…” she heard that word a lot, she didn’t know what it meant, but she distinctly heard it in between the kisses; kisses to her face, her breasts, her belly…as he buried his face deeper she felt his expert tongue in the warmest wettest parts of her, but what drove her insane was the crazy greedy noises he made as he licked, sucked and gulped deeply. She had never heard a man make those noises. It was clear how hungry he was and how much he enjoyed being fed by her...with her...from her... She struggled to free herself, but his grip was strong and she was powerless, again she lost her footing and shuddered against his face, he swallowed in deliberate gulps...and those fucking noises bemused, but excited her.
“Jorge, do you have a condom?”
He stopped and looked up at her. Deer in headlights…
His beautiful face glistened with her cum and she was still in shock that she had squirted so easily!
“Mierda!” he sat on the bed, “I’m sorry. I told you this is my first time, and…”
“It’s ok. It's ok. Just go get some. I will wait here.” She stroked his arm. He had the best arms. His tattoos were of his children's names and of the date his dad had passed away. She admired him is the dim light. Six feet tall, gorgeous face...she was a little disappointed with the size of this cock, but she was so turned on my him she didn't even care.
Jess took a shower while Jorge was gone. She further explored the porn set that surrounded her. She laughed as she played with the lights and the mirrors and admired her own nakedness while trying to see all the angles that Jorge would see her from.
The voices were elated.
He won the first round because you weren't ready. When he comes back take charge and turn his ass out!
Jessica how do you feel?
We told you he was a good one.
Let yourself go and allow him to make this meaningful for you both. He wants to please you and we think you should let him. We are not sure about what else is going on with him, but what we see, we like, let him love you…even if it’s just for one night, even if it’s just pretending.
Think about it. This man has spent his WHOLE life with ideas in his head about how sex is SUPPOSED to be. Let him lead. Allow him to do the things he's been dreaming of. Turn his fantasies into reality. He's already shown you that he's capable. Trust him!
When Jorge came back she was laying across the bed on her stomach. Her ass looked amazing in the light and that’s the image she wanted him to see when he came in. She had gotten the lighting just right and watched as his eyes moved over her. She could tell that he was pleased. Those fucking eyes drove her insane. She tingled and struggled to contain her excitement and tried to play it cool. She smiled and welcomed him.
Jorge was every bit the expert lover that his initial touch had promised. Jess let him take control of her and he did not disappoint her. He fucked her like a man just out of jail and his six inch cock felt like at least TEN as he expertly planted himself inside her. Jessica cried. She could not keep count of how many times she had cum, but she was sure that she had lost consciousness more than once. And all the while, he spoke in Spanish; the guttural foreign words in her ears and in her mouth, as he would speak as he kissed her.
Who speaks into your mouth when they kiss you?
Two hours later she looked at their reflections in the mirror above the bed. They were beautiful; naked, sweaty, sated. For a while Jessica had forgotten where she was and all that mattered was this man that was taking her body and mind to places that she had either forgotten or had never been to before.
She thought she had known it all and Jorge had just shown her that maybe she really didn’t.
He spoke softly as he stroked her thigh. “Are you alright Chula?”
She snuggled closer to him and inhaled, “Yes Papi. I am fine. I don’t think I have been this fine in a very long time.”
“I am glad. I never imagined it would have been like this. I don’t know what I expected, but damn, this was not it.” He kissed her half closed eyes.
They both laughed.
She continued to admire the image of them above the bed. The contrast of the color of their skin against the dark sheets and soft lights was art to her. She immediately started writing poetry in her mind. She hadn’t written anything meaningful in a while; she was just not inspired to, not until now. She had connected to Jorge in a real way; something she did not anticipate or want. She was terrified and thankful at the same time. She hoped that he had felt it too. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for. They were both married and she was leaving New York in a few days. She closed her eyes and remembered how he felt inside her. She remembered how her body locked with his in a perfect union; he felt like home.
She listened to him breathe and felt his fingers reach between her legs again; she gasped as he parted her and slowly made his way into her softest folds. He sucked on her breasts and again...the talking, his breathing...she was ready for him arched her back to allowed him to get as deep as he could.
He moaned.
…more Spanish…more kisses…
“I want you again, and again, and again, and again…” his voice echoed in her dazed mind as she opened herself to him.
“Take me.” she managed to breathe.
On the way home Jorge talked a lot. Jess didn’t. She really could not focus and was still intoxicated by the smell and taste of him. She wondered if he had felt anything like she had. She wondered if she would ever even see him again.
Her mind was crowded with images of him; all the angles in those fucking mirrors. His eyes; how they danced in the light. His lips; how they spoke words she didn’t understand, but somehow knew the meaning of. What was it about Jorge that unraveled her so? She looked at him as he talked and laughed while driving, totally oblivious to what he had just done to her. She felt foolish and ashamed.
That night as she hugged her pillows, Jess cried; thankful that she had experienced him, but afraid that she had found something that she wouldn’t know how to let go. Her mind and body were both still full of him. The voices surrounded her and assured her that it would be ok. They were sure that Jorge had felt the connection too. This was not over; not by a long shot, and they knew that New York was definitely where Jess needed to be.
It's fine Jessica. It's good for you to let your guard down. He's not a typical man. You have a found something special. You are what he's been dreaming of and he is what you need right now.
She heard her phone. It was a text message. She didn’t want to get up, but hoped it was from Jorge.
JORGE 10:50:09 PM “Hola Chula, I can still taste and smell you. Gracias. Besos ”
She fell asleep with a smile on her face and with her heart soaring.
