Over the past week I've been giving my friends wife Jamie a ride home from work (their own car got repo'ed). She works the swing shift at a poultry processing plant here in central California.
Jamie is gorgeous. She's part Mexican, part Navajo, and part Kumeyaay Indian. She's tall for a chick and slender with skin like brown sugar mixed with cinnamon. She has thick jet black hair that falls to her mid back, when she isn't wearing it up, and big deep brown eyes that are so dark their almost black. And thanks to her Mexican genetics, unlike most Native girls who tend to have flat rear ends, Jamie's is nice and round and packs into the tight jeans she likes to wear perfectly.
I've always had a crush on Jamie and have often said if she didn't meet Carlos first I would have hooked up with her. She jokes back that her family wouldn't have allowed it. I'm a white boy, and at least Carlos is the right color. She doesn't feel that way but her family apparently does.
Two nights ago, around midnight as I was driving down the old 99 (Highway 99) toward Fowler, where Jamie and Carlos live with their kids, me and Jamie were laughing and joking about this and that. And as I did occasionally, I reached over and put a hand on her leg, squeezing it gently. She grinned and shook her head.
You don't ever give up, do you??
What?? I feigned innocence and gave her leg another squeeze.
Rubbing my leg kind of high aren't you??
I'd go even higher if you let me, I admitted.
We drove quietly for a moment, my hand still planted firmly up by her thigh. Finally she shrugged, go ahead.
Really??
She nodded. We both know its going to happen sooner or later. Let's just get it out of our systems.
I moved my hand to her crotch and she parted her legs a little to give me more room. I felt one of her slim hands cover my own and help me along.
Feel good, she asked??
I nodded. I know what would feel better.
Let's go back to your place, she said. I'll tell Carlos I had overtime tonight. He never checks. You can take me back home in 6 hours.
I agreed and exited 99 and turned back toward Fresno.
Once back at my place, Jamie showered to wash away that raw chicken smell from the factory and I undressed down to my boxers and waited for her in bed. When she came out of the bathroom, she was only covered by my big blue bath towel. This she unfastened and dropped on the bedroom floor and walked over to me in the nude, still slightly wet.
We had an amazing night of sex. She started off giving me head, after I blew my load in her mouth, she laid back against my pillows and spread her long legs so that I could eat her pussy. I fingered, licked and nibbled her for a good twenty minutes before turning her around on her belly and mounting her from the rear and riding her. She moaned and talked dirty, telling me she wanted it rougher, faster. I obliged. After cumming a second time, we lay there arm in arm and kissed and cuddled. I decided I wanted anal for the third go round and so I lubed up my cock and her tight dark brown asshole and entered her from a spooning position. Having exhausted most of my jizz on my first two orgasms I didn't have much to shoot off inside of her, but the orgasm was still intense and my body shuddered with little after shocks long after I came.
All too soon it was time to take her home. As I lay there running my hands through her long black hair, I honestly didn't want her to leave. And I think, if it wasn't for the kids I would have probably decided right then and there to take her from Carlos. But I'm not a man that wants a house full of children running underfoot. So I sighed and watched her put back on her funky smelling work clothes before dressing and driving her home.
I really hope our night together wasn't a one time deal.