Sipping Margarita

Okay folks. Here is my latest story, "Sipping Margarita." I was trying to give it a tasty drink feel...not sure I accomplished that or not. Let me know what you think or if you have any suggestions. Thanks!

SIPPING MARGARITA
Copyright ©2005 by Crystal Barela

My guitar was cradled in my arms like an expectant lover. The smooth worn wood soft like a woman’s beneath my palm. I caressed the strings in slow motion, dragging my calloused finger-tips down the gentle slope of the neck in one long stroke, before setting my fingers on a chord. I pulled a high pitched twang from inside my wooden lover, as seductive as the sound of a woman coming.
I peered up from under my cowboy hat and winked at the woman in red. This was for her. I was imagining her body beneath my fingers as I strummed and picked, my pussy getting hotter as the hours passed. She’d been sitting in nearby patch of shade from almost the moment I set up my gear─leaving every once and a while, but always returning to listen.
Getting noticed was this woman’s purpose. This was no pretty young thing, but a lady seasoned in turning heads. Full and round like a model in a Rubin painting. A palm tree had the pleasure of feeling the length of back and the nudge of her ass against its smooth bark and I hoped by the end of the day I would enjoy the same.
Knees spread, her long prairie skirt draped like a hammock between them. The breeze carried the hem up ever so often, giving me a peek of rosy ripe pussy.
An embroidered red blouse, hung off her shoulders, in layers of ruffles. Braless, her tits were the size of cantaloupes and rolled under the thin fabric, teasing me with the possibility of a show, nipples just out of view.
At my feet was my open guitar case, dollar bills littering the black interior. It was just nearing sunset, bright rays of light shot over the peeks of the San Ysidro Mountains behind me, casting a halo around the woman’s dark skin and hair. She rose to her feet as if pulled by a string, graceful like a dancer.
Skirts flew as she twirled in a halo of golden light. Red painted toes, calves, knees and a glimpse of thigh. Arms overhead, fingers snapping in time with my playing.
She spun like a child seeking that place where your stomach turns and you collapse on the grass and watch the sky swirl round you.
The last note rang in the air.
There was a moment of complete silence before the small crowd around us erupted in applause. Cat calls, clapping, money tossed into my tattered case. I waved and thanked our admirers before stowing my guitar.
Sandaled feet arrived in front of the case, a silver toe ring hugging her baby toe and a tattoo climbing her calf. I stood, drinking her in.
Close-up she was older than I had thought. Fine lines feathered from the corners of her eyes. Long chocolate colored hair camouflaged softening her jaw. The whites of her deep dark eyes, in stark contrast with her dark coaco of her skin peered up at me. They sparked in the fading light, eager as a teenagers.
“Margarita,” she said offering me her hand.
I took her plump fingers in my own and brought them to my lips. “Melissa.”
“You are, how you say? Mucho talentoso.”
Sweet ocotillo and sunshine clung to her skin. I wanted to lick it off.
“I was wondering.” I moved in close enough to feel the heat of her sun-kissed skin through my thin cotton shirt.
Pussy pink tongue wet her lips.
“Would you like a private performance?”
Maragrita tossed her hair like a wild stallion her nostrils flaring and nodded.
With my guitar in one hand and her in the other, she led me out of the park and across the street. I didn’t much care where she was taking me, as long as I got to sip her sweet pussy before the night was over.
We entered the shadows of the alley. My guitar fell to the gravel and I pulled her full ripe body against mine. I pressed her back against the rough brick and ground my pussy into hers.
“Beautiful, Margarita.”
I kissed the color from her lips and inched her skirt up. The bright red fabric wadded around her waist, so I could feel her slick folds. She clung to my fingers, her walls knocking against my knuckles. I pushed against her, wishing I had a dick that I could sink into her hot center. She moaned and bounced on my hand, one leg around my waist the other firmly on the ground.
With a dozen practiced swirl of my thumb her cunt applauded squeezing my fingers in a firm handshake or welcome. I grabbed her ass, pulling her close, licking the salt from her skin. Margarita encircled my waist with her legs.
A door was thrown open behind one of the bars, across from us. The alleyway was lit with a stream of light and accompanying mariachi music, a man silhouetted in the doorway before it slammed shut. He stood on the stoop and lit up a cigarette..
“Where? Dónde?”
Margarita reached down and took hold of my guitar, and motioned for me to continue down the alley. She giggled and covered my face in red painted kisses. I staggered rounded the corner and she directed me up a narrow staircase.
We fell against the stairs and the old wood creaked under our weight.
Buttons pooped and lips latched onto my tits like she was had just been reborn.
We crawled up the stairs, stumbling, kissing, drunk on passion.
Inebriated with Margarita.
My head hit a door on the landing and I reached for the knob. We tumbled into the room laughing.
My feisty senorita pulled my jeans down my legs, and I kicked them off. Her fingers were in my snatch and her lips eating cunt before I could do more than gasp her name. She threw my legs over her shoulders and her tongue performed the Mexican hat dance on my wet lips.
Margarita circled and tapped her way around my clit, as if it were a sombrero, her lips making clapping sounds, finding a staccato beat. Her molé brown eyes met mine, dark and rich like the earth. Her fingers joined her tongue, partnering in a dance of heat and passion until my thighs stretched taught and my clit vibrated like a Mexican jumping bean.
I collapsed on the floor, catching my breath and Margarita crawled up my body, her warm soft skin pressing into me.
“Mas?”
“Si!” I said laughing. “Mucho mas!” I rolled us across the floor, landing on top of her. I pressed her hands into the braided rug beneath us. “What did you have in mind?”
Neck and ears were salty and damp. I licked and kissed, my way to her breasts, burying my face between the massive drums, slick with perspiration. Nipples long and hard butted my lips, and I drank them. Nursing her, parched for this woman’s candied moans. Hands sticky with my juices tangled in my short hair, urging me lower. I nuzzled her belly, and kissed the crease of her leg.
The sweet skin of her labia filled my mouth, her heels digging into the floor outside my shoulders. I slurped her up, making circles around her hole. The opening pulled at my fingers tips, clinging to me. Her belly rose into the air, trembling and shaking.
“No!”
I would have screamed “Yes,” but I was sipping Margarita.
My new lover was close, her clit vibrating like a tuning fork, but she pulled free, crawling away from me toward the bed, her ass moving in a teasing sway. She took out a box from under the frame and tossed a big belted rubber cock my way.
Our eyes met and we both grinned. I stood and strapped on the dick I had been wishing I had all night.
Margarita’s full round ass, rose off her bed like a moon in the desert sky. I nudged my big boy against her slit, her hand between her thighs pulling me closer. The massive cock made a home between her thighs, sliding easily into her with her slick juices. I hit bottom and began to pump. Steady, building speed. She begged for more.
Coyotes howled in the distance, and I joined them, fucking my strap-on into her hungry cunt. Her hands were against the wall, pushing back against me, taking the rubber cock deeper and deeper. Cursing and begging in Spanish urged me on. I reached under her and slid my fingers around her clit.
Eyes caught mine over her shoulder. Margarita came, her muscles squeezing my rubber dick so hard I couldn’t move within her. I lay on her back, our sweat drenched skin sliding together, my thighs burning. I kissed her neck and she giggled, collapsing against the mattress.
We crawled up onto the twin bed and I pillowed myself on her chest, listening to her racing heart. It slowed beneath my ear and my eyes began to close to the rhythm of her soft snoring.
I sat up, not sure how much time had passed, but realizing the door wasn’t shut and my guitar was still on the stairs. I pressed a kiss between her breasts before I left the bed in search of my guitar and cigarettes.
Naked, I sat in the doorframe and pulled my baby into my arms. My fingers picked up the rhythm of Margarita’s breathing. I hummed under my breath as I watched her sleep. The rainbow colored serape framing her beautiful body.
How’s that song go?
“When the whole world fits inside of your arms…” I mumbled.
Wood warmed against my thighs as I caressed the neck of my guitar and let my fingers glide against the strings.