The Joy of Alters by DaSpark
A man gets a fun thrill getting to fuck multiple women in the same body. , I am not a tall athletic guy, nor am I a rich guy, nor am I extremely self-assured or suave. What I am is about 5 foot 7, decently in shape, just coming into my late 30’s and reasonably well into my career in loan origination. I have good skin and nice hair that I really don’t even have to style and I have been told I have beautiful eyes and am a very good kisser. Basically my whole life I have always been a bit unsatisfied in the sexual department.
I have dated some really good women, a few dazzlingly intelligent women and even a few very sensual women. What I have never done is dated a true hottie. Well that isn’t true, once in my college days I dated a smoking hot little gal from Ireland but she was oddly a prude despite dressing provocative, flirting all over and loving to kiss. But getting clothes off never seemed to happen.
Anyway, I gotta be honest, it’s the reason I never got really serious with any woman or considered marriage. I knew I would cheat, at some point. It took every ounce of resolve I had to not buy a night with a super hot hooker. I just didn’t want to pay for sex . . . . ever. It seemed like the line you cross from normal man to pervert. It may seem like a silly line to draw, but it is what I felt deep inside and I couldn’t help it.
At this point I was worried it would never happen, after all, how many hot young phillys want to give it up to a middle aged dude who isn’t paying for their pussy, directly or indirectly? So I just figured I would finish out my life, dating one woman or another for companionship and sexual release and that would be that. I would get my rocks off from porn or maybe an occasional web chat. I know, isn’t that kind of like a hooker? But I see it as more like a stripper. At this point I avoided those too because I worried at some point I would offer cash, and again, I didn’t want to be that guy.
It was just a regular Tuesday down in Huston and my buddy was turning 39. He wasn’t a big party guy and just wanted to meet up with three or four of us and he and another buddy brought their wives. I showed up early as it was very close to my work and I took a seat at the bar and got a glass of Johnny Walker black.
I was still in my suit, and it was my nicest one, so at least I felt like I looked decent. That was when she walked in and sat two seats down from me, round the corner of the bar top. It was one of those times I sat and stared. I didn’t care that she would notice, she was fucking gorgeous. She was somewhere in her mid twenties I assumed, and Hispanic in some way, though mixed with another race. She could have passed for a very tanned white woman if not for the jet black hair, eyes, eyebrows, and the body. White women can be hot and sexy and have nice figures, but there is something unmistakable about a Latin woman’s physic.
Her hair was in long flowing waves, cascading over her bare shoulders. Her eyes, which were wide set sparkled and shimmered, her long lashes stood out with her makeup. She had perfect teeth, slightly plump lips, and could have passed for a distant cousin of Salma Hayek and Penelope Cruz mixed together. She wore a gold necklace with some hanging charms, which tickled the start of her breasts.
Her breasts . . . Jesus H. Christ. Fuck me, they were amazing. First off, let me explain the outfit. She was wearing a purple dress, it was kind of Greek style, like a toga could hang. It tied behind her neck, and each side of the tie went down into a hammock for each breast. While the hang of the material was copious and strong, it covered her breasts completely, there was only a bit only the inner edge of each was visible. Her skin was so flawless all over, it was all she needed to show. The inner corner of each breast canopy was hooked over a large brass circle ring. The bottom have attached to the rest of the dress as did the canopies so at the waist the dress was full. The skirt portion was do her mid thigh and very free flowing.
When she turned to put her shall on the chair back I watched her breasts jiggle. It was absolutely hypnotic. There was certainly no bra on them and yet they were pressing full against the dress. There were sizable, CC’s maybe, as they filled the canopies and gave them weight. But they weren’t held up by them, in fact they pressed out more than down. They were large, round, perky and firm. Some women have big breasts, some have perky breasts and some have symmetrical breasts. When a woman has all three, it is a literal feast for a man’s eyes.
Her thighs that came out the bottom were tanned, toned, slender and fucking hot. Her calves were perfect stems and her feet were thin, small and each toe was just right. She was a fucking vision of sex, and that was when she caught me staring.
“For an eyeful do I get a drink?” She asked in a voice much higher and softer than I would have expected out a woman looking like that. Weird how we form biases like that.
“Om, sure, of course. You’re husband won’t be mad?”
“Husband . . ?” She giggled in a delightful manner. Her manners and laugh reminded me of the girls from high school, she had a fire in her eyes to go with it. She looked like one of those women you knew was just a wild amazing fuck, just like I had watched those girls in high school, college and adult life, wondering what guy got to experience them. Those assholes.
She waved her left hand showing no ring.
“I am actually here to meet a blind date.” She said.
I ordered her a drink, she asked for a margarita.
“You are on a blind date? Why? No way a woman as stunning as you couldn’t pick her man.”
“Awww, you’re such a sweetie. Your wife must be happy.”
“No wife, no girlfriend actually.”
“Are you here on a date? Are you my blind date?” She said her voice squeaking with excitement.
“God I wish. I am here for a . . . what do you know, there they are. Birthday party.”
“Oooh. Ok, well have fun I guess.” She seemed genuinely disappointed and embarrassed, why I can’t fathom.
I started to walk past her and just on a whim, “Hey, if your date doesn’t go well, here is my card, I would be your blind date any day.”
She slowly took it from me, her fingers and nails brushing my fingers as she took my card. I went and joined my friends and kept an eye on her. Before long a decent looking guy came in and they were talking and I assume he was her date. Within a half hour she was obviously very drunk and very loud. She got very crass and had her hands all over him. I couldn’t believe she was practically humping him at the bar. He wasn’t tall, or really handsome and he didn’t look rich. How had he captured this goddesses heart so fast?
Soon after they walked outside and I could see her kissing him and then pulling him into the cab with her. It was just after 7 PM. I wondered how much longer until that lucky fuck was gonna be fucking that diamond. Even with the bad manners, slight ditziness and crass attitude, not to mention the voice, still, she was the fuck of a lifetime, she had to be. Even if she didn’t make a sound or move a muscle she would be the hottest fuck I ever had. And something told me she wasn’t the silent type.