Margot Peters - Campus love-in

It wasn't until the pilot came on the intercom and informed us that in thirty minutes we would be landing at Kennedy International Airport, that I really faced the fact I was on my way home. After the first couple of years in South America, I was ready to believe I would never go back. But never is a helluva long time, and even though everything was still as good as ever, the job still paying, the chicks still on tap, and the living still easy, I started to get restless. Don't ask me what was wrong. Maybe I just got homesick, needed to be back among my own countrymen-and countrywomen. A vacation wouldn't do it, I decided. If I was going to go back then I would go back, and settle in, the way I had settled in in Colombia. Maybe I'd fit in. I knew a lot of things had changed, and maybe that was why I wanted to return. Money was a problem. The job teaching English in Medellin hardly paid enough for me to save any of it. I had to have a job waiting for me. I started sending out application letters, hoping there would be something open for me next year. To my dismay, nobody seemed interested in hiring me. Then carne the response from Mountainview Girls School. They had an opening for an English instructor, but there was a catch: I would have to begin immediately and teach the final two months before the summer vacation. I got nervous, thinking there might not be another offer, and decided to accept. I conned my way out of my Colombian contract and prepared to leave. Of course, as usual in these situations, there were loose ends that needed tying. Raquel, for instance. She had been my on and off mistress for the past year. For the past six months it was mostly on, and, I modestly admit, she had fallen for me pretty hard. I didn't want to hurt her, but I couldn't take her with me, certainly. I was breaking all ties with the past and starting fresh in my homeland. Old mistresses often begin to resemble albatrosses in those situations. So I had to break the bad news to her. I could imagine the bad vibes that would go down when I blithely informed her I was going off to teach a school full of squealing young American girls. She would take it personally. But she should have known by then that I had nothing in the world against voluptuous, raven-haired, brown-eyed Latin ladies-if anything, I had shown my affections for the type a bit too promiscuously for most of the community's liking. I've always claimed I have a hormonal problem, an uncontrollable need for sexual satisfaction, but I don't think that tempers anyone's possible ire. On the afternoon of the day before I was to fly back to the states, I waited for her to return to the apartment. She came in, looking typically gorgeous and erotic in a loose cotton dress, unbuttoned halfway down the front, exhibiting a good portion of her delectable breasts.

"Hello, bebe," she said, smiling sensuously.

"Hi, Raquel. Where you been?"

"Just visiting my friend. You look so serious. What is wrong? Is there something you wish to tell me?"

She could read me like a book. I could see it really was time to move on. The next step otherwise would be marriage. She sat down beside me on the sofa. She put an arm around my neck, but I didn't give her any encouragement in that department. No reason to lead her on and then just knock her on her ass. I wasn't that insensitive. "Yeah, there's something I have to tell you, baby. I don't know if you'll like it." "What, then? Do not keep with a mystery. Do not keep it from me. But I think I already know." "You do?" "You are leaving?" she asked. I chuckled. "Don't tell me-woman's intuition, right? I guess I did mention it a couple of times recently. But the word's come through. I've got a job back there. A man's got to go home some time, baby." "Yes. I thought you like it here." "I love it. But the time has come. You can understand that, Raquel, can't you?" She nodded her head sullenly and stared down at the floor. She was so beautiful with her full, round figure, the large, ripe tits overflowing the open front of her dress, and her long black hair, that skin the color of cocoa, those dark, deep brown eyes, staring at me widely, sadly now, nodding her head once more and sighing deeply. She stretched across me then and took my hand. "But when do you go home, bebe?" "Uh…tomorrow." "Manana? Oh no, so soon…We not have many times more to make love then, eh?" "Oh…we've got till tomorrow." I leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded hotly, her tongue moving against mine. I slipped a hand into her open dress and took a handful of soft breast. The nipple was already sprouting out tautly. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom," I said softly into her ear, kissing it lightly. "Yes…yes." We went in there, arm in arm, and flopped down onto the big, soft bed. She undressed me, deftly pulling my shoes and socks off, and dragging my trousers and underpants down. I got my shirt off without any help, and then I lay there stretched out naked beside her. With a quick tug she pulled off her dress, unleashing all of her flowing curves. It was a voluptuous body, one I would sorely miss-for a while, anyway. She dropped down beside me and took my already stiffening cock in her hand. The knowledge that this would be one of my last times with her increased my ardor, and the mere sight of her was enough to get me hard. And then, with her first caressing touch, I went absolutely rigid. Jerking me slowly up and down, she sighed, "Oh, I shall miss your beautiful cock most of all, I think. Where shall I find one so big and so strong?" "Beats me," I laughed. "Why don't you suck it? I think we can get it even bigger…Go on, baby, put it in your beautiful mouth…all of it now." Her brown eyes squinted and the lush lips pouted, but she nodded her head in agreement. The lips parted and a dark pink tongue came out and wetted them. She set to work, the fingers of both hands slipping all around my thick, hairy base, squeezing in on my tumescent prick, her mouth slowly coming down till the lips touched against the thick, swollen head of the prick. Her wet tongue slipped around and around it, making long, wet jabs, letting the head become covered with her saliva. When she thought it was good and ready, she sucked it into her mouth, inch by inch, her hands feeding it upwards into the hole, stuffing herself with it like it was some delicious sweet. Stretching a finger or two down, she also caressed my balls, inflaming them still further, making them burn brightly and tingle. When she swallowed all of the cock she used her fingers more deliberately on my testicles, squeezing and prying them apart, pushing them up into their sac, pulling down on them, in sum, doing everything she had learned to do to make me go nuts with passion. "Yes, baby," I whispered at her between gasps. "That's good, that's beautiful…suck it!" She started to pump up and down now, first slow then fast then slow again. It took plenty of control, I can tell you, just to keep from shooting right off. But I don't think she would have enjoyed that. This being one of our last encounters, I would have to make it one to remember, and that did not include any premature ejaculations. Her fingers trailed down again and squeezed my balls from below, running one of her nails along the scrotal line to my asshole, making me shudder ecstatically. She had learned all of my needs and delights in the year we had been sleeping together, and now it was as if we had a kind of extrasensory perception between us, which enabled her to give me just what I wanted when I wanted it, with few directions or urgings ever necessary. Believe me, it was one helluva sacrifice to leave that lovely lady.