That rainy Saturday afternoon, I was home alone while my husband was at work and my daughters were out with their boyfriends. Feeling horny like a cougar, I decided to take a shower and masturbate. I slipped my fingers into my pussy, rubbed my clit, moaned, and had a great orgasm. I decided not to shave my pubic area, so I was more hairy than usual down there.
I got out of the shower and decided to wear a pale blue, smooth, short dress and stockings that covered my thighs, accentuating the shape and softness of my legs. High-heeled, open-toed shoes showed off my delicate feet, which looked great when I walked and sat, crossing my legs. I put on a transparent thong that showed my pubic hair, and finally, I decided not to wear a bra because I don’t like it to show through the dress, so my breasts were visible through the thin fabric.
In the last year, the city of Mexico has received thousands of migrant people from Haiti. My husband and I, being migrants from Guatemala and living in Mexico, always try to help people in these conditions. That Saturday afternoon, and almost as if by divine mandate, many people passed by my house, they were people from Haiti asking for help, offering to do any kind of work in exchange for some money for a ticket or a hot meal. I had some chores that needed to be done at my house that my daughters had refused to do, so I thought maybe this situation could benefit me somehow.
After a moment, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a tall, muscular young man with a shaved head, around 20 years old. He was wearing only a tank top that showed off his toned muscles and tight pants that left nothing to the imagination, highlighting his enormous bulge.
He began to explain his situation to me. He had come from Haiti a couple of months ago and hadn’t eaten in several days. He was determined not to accept charity, saying, “I don’t want to receive handouts from anyone, ma’am.” He was willing to do any kind of work for some food or money.
“Hey honey, I have some chores that need to be done here at my place. I can’t pay you much, but I have plenty of food, and I can give you some to take with you,” I said.
“Thank you so much, ma’am. You don’t know how much I appreciate you giving me the opportunity to work,” he replied.
“No worries, come on in and leave your things by the door, and I’ll explain where you can start,” I said.
“Are you living here alone?” he asked curiously.
“No, I live here with my daughters and husband,” I said.
“Your house is very nice, ma’am,” he said, admiring the place.
I took him to the backyard where there were some weeds and trees that needed pruning. I told him he could start with that and I would give him other tasks later. I sat at a table with a full view of the backyard. Despite the day starting with rain, it soon cleared up as the sun rose. Watching him work gave me pleasure. Suddenly, he took off his shirt to avoid getting it sweaty, and I enjoyed the sight of his muscular chest and broad back, accentuating his young masculinity.
After a few hours of working in the rising heat, both outside and inside my pussy, the young man asked for a glass of water to quench his thirst. His dark, sweaty body made me burn with desire. I felt my panties getting wet just from looking at him. I tried to seduce him with some bold questions, slowly but surely.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” I asked.
“I’m Rómulo,” he said, taking a break from drinking water.
“Did you go to school back in Haiti?” I asked.
“Yes, I graduated high school with honors in my country,” he said.
“That’s great, it speaks well of you that you’re such a studious young man. Keep it up. I imagine that a handsome guy like you must have left a girlfriend back in Haiti,” I said with a flirtatious smile.
“No, ma’am, I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said, smiling shyly.
“I don’t believe you, honey. It’s incredible that a handsome guy like you hasn’t had a girlfriend. How old are you now?” I asked.
“I’m 18 years old,” he said.
“Well, for me, you’re a very handsome boy. Here, you’d have women crazy about you, including me,” I said, laughing.
“Well, the truth is, I’ve never been with a woman, ma’am,” he said, blushing.
“Well, we’ll have to do something about that,” I said in a low voice.
“Excuse me?” he asked curiously.
“Nothing, honey, come here and help me,” I said.
I walked slowly towards him, and we began to kiss, to hug while our hands explored each other’s bodies. His hands reached my ass, squeezing and rubbing it roughly.
I prefer to be taken and fucked hard rather than all that cursi kissing. He started kissing my neck, massaging my ass, his kisses on my neck were turning me on too much. I just hung on to his neck, then he lowered his hands and picked me up, I opened my legs to get comfortable, and we kissed again, our mouths exchanging saliva, our tongues tasting and caressing each other. He continued carrying me for a moment, then turned towards the bed and slowly lowered me until I was sitting on it.
My hand instinctively went to his crotch to feel that terrain. A good bulge, hard as rocks, was very prominent. I could feel that there were already some drops wetting his pants, probably from his sweet pre-cum. I went down to his chest and started licking his salty sweat. With each kiss, I felt his firm body tremble. I was enjoying the rigidity of his abs, almost as hard as his erection that was making my pussy drip.
