Passion desire Lust

When the waiter arrived Dick ordered for both of them and Conchita was glad he did. The menu was in a language she didn’t understand. Dick must have known it because he said, “I learned French when I worked on a win-yard when I was younger.”

“Oh, that must have been fun.”

“There was a lot of work and wine to drink. I learned about the wine-making process, but I could never have my place.”

“Why not?” She took a sip from the wine and at first, she thought it tasted horrible, but then she had another drink and it tasted better.

“Too much work and worries. I prefer construction; you are not in the hands of nature. Your farm can only produce if the weather lets it.”

She nodded and remembered one year when the rains came late and they lost half of their crop.

Dick watched her and couldn’t help to want to hold her in his arms, to protect her and feel her close. She looked so innocent sitting there with her simple dress among the expensive dressed men and women. She had received some looks when they walked in. The men wanted to fuck her and the women looked jealously at her as he had guided her to the table.

The waiter arrived with their food and they ate in silence for a while. Conchita drank more wine and it didn’t take long before she felt strange. Suddenly she wanted Dick to kiss her, right there and then. She glanced at him from over the glass and he smiled back at her. She wondered if he knew what she felt.

“What do you want to do with your life?” he asked when they were finished.

“I don’t know. I guess I will work on the farm, and maybe I will start my own family one day.”

“You don’t want to study?”

She giggled and shook her head. “With what money? My family is poor, and a university degree is expensive.”

Dick poured her some more wine before, he said. “I always thought degrees are overrated. I never went to a university, I learned the hard way, by doing it. I spent years as an apprentice before I opened my own business.”

“Do you do well?”

Dick grinned at her. “Yeah, you could say that.”

When they left they went for a long walk along the streets until they found a park where they sat down and talked for an hour, and when a light rain began they found a taxi and Dick dropped her off at her aunt’s apartment.

“Would you like to meet tomorrow?” he said.

She bit her lip and nodded in silence.

“I’ll pick you up at ten.” Then he leaned in and took her face in his warm hands. She knew what was going to happen so she turned her face up and felt how his lips crushed against hers. When she felt his tongue against her lips she thought she would faint. She parted her lips and let him inside and sighed at the same time. He kissed her for what felt an eternity, so softly and tenderly. When he let go of her, she stayed with her head turned up and her eyes closed.

“You should go inside now.”

“Mm, yeah, I should.”

When she had disappeared behind the door Dick got back into the taxi and when it drove off, he thought back to the kiss and how he had felt her nipples harden against his chest. They must belong he thought, and then an image entered his mind. Of her lying naked on a bed with her legs spread, begging him to fuck her. Dick’s cock came awake, all ten inches of it.

Conchita found her aunt watching TV with a cup of tea and a plate with cookies. She sat down next to her on the sofa and when she didn’t say anything Pocha turned down the volume and turned towards her.

“What is it, my child?”

“I have met a man, he is too old for me, but I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Where did you meet him?”

“At the place, Maria and I went to. I guess it would make sense to meet a man there, that’s why women go there, but I never thought I would. I just went along to keep Maria company.”

“Child, you never know where you will meet that special one in your life. How much older is he?”

“He is older than my father, in his mid-forties.”

Pocha patted her hand. “That’s nothing. When your father and I were children, the village girls often married men much older than that, it was normal then. Anyway, I think a young woman should be with an older man.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Young men might be stronger and better looking, but an older man knows how to please a woman, and he is often more faithful. He has had his time to perfect his bed manors, so to say.”

Concha went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. “My head is spinning.”

“What did you have to drink?”

“He bought wine in a restaurant and I had two or three glasses.”

Pocha chuckled. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed, my dear. Where is your sister?”

“I don’t know, she met someone too, and I think they might have gone out.”

“I will wait a while longer before going to bed. Now, off to bed with you.”

When Conchita was under the sheets she couldn’t sleep. Her mind was everywhere and nowhere. She could still feel Dick’s lips on hers and it made her all warm inside, and other places to she realized. There was a tingling feeling between her legs. She moved a hand down and scratched a little, but it didn’t make better. The feeling was more inside than outside. She continued to scratch, and then she stopped. Something was wrong, she was wet. She placed a finger on her vagina and it was warm, and the lips were swollen. Was she sick? She traced up and down slowly and the tingling feeling became stronger, more intense. It was nice but strange. As she continued, her finger slid easier along as she became wetter. Then the most wonderful thing happened. She had moved her finger to the top of her vagina and there was like a small button that was hard now. She hadn’t noticed it while showering. When she touched it, small ripples of pleasure ran through her body. Then she remembered what Maria had told her, about that special spot. She stopped and listened. There was only the sound from the TV in the living room. Conchita pressed her finger against the spot and moved it back and forth a few times. It made her even wetter, and the funny tickling feeling became stronger. She rubbed more and as she did, her legs began to twitch, and then she wanted to pull them up close to her body and before she knew it, she had both her legs pressed against her stomach with her feet a couple of inches above the bed. Her breathing became faster and after a while, she had to put them down. The sensation from her vagina was too strong. But she spread her legs further apart and her fingers slipped from the spot and inside. “Ah!” She put her other hand to her mouth to stop the sound, but she didn’t stop sliding her fingers in and out and over the spot. The feeling became so intense she lifted her ass off the bed and arched her back, and then she shivered a couple of times, and her legs twitched. A warm feeling came over her and she lay back down again. As she touched herself, she felt she was extremely wet, but she didn’t care. Her face was sweaty from the heat in the room and her own feverish body. She lay there grinning like an idiot and thanked her sister for what she had told her.