My Maid Showed Me How Sweet Cinnamon Honey Is

I was 14 when I saw our maid being screwed by her boyfriend from town. It was in her room, I heard noises and went to check, the door wasn't latched and when I pushed the door open he was between her legs giving her the business. I watched for a short minute and backed out and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Our maid was from El Salvador in her late twenties. The next day she asked me what I saw, said she saw me, wanted to know what it was like watching her get banged. I mostly only saw him on her, nothing explicit but she wanted to talk about it. From then on she talked with me about sex, masturbation, showed me her rubber penis, offered to show me how to use it, she opened my legs to see my pussy and finger me, kissed me on the mouth, played with my tits, made me eat her pussy. She did this many times, until I went to college.

In college I had a girl from San Juan, Puerto Rico in one of my classes. Dark long hair, brown skin, wide hips, dark eyes. I dreamed of her, told my maid about her and she told me how to ask her in Spanish if she wanted to be my girlfriend. Something about cinnamon honey being the sweetest honey and that I wanted to taste her honey. I was nervous when I told her in my high school Spanish, she answered something about why a girl of cinnamon skin would want to be with a faded skin girl.

We dated, and we became lovers, and when I invited her home my maid let us have sex in her room. She told my college girlfriend how she had been the first to taste me, she had taught me, and all I was ever going to want was cinnamon girls. I studied hospitality and in my late twenties I moved to the Riviera Maya to work. The cinnamon girls are everywhere, finding one for a whitewashed American girl is not easy, but my maid's line about cinnamon honey comes in handy. Cinnamon honey really is the sweetest.