The Drum Majorette

It wasn?t just raining, it was pouring down with such force the drops bounced off the terrace floor and the surrounding grass. I stood under the roof looking out while smoking a cigarette. It had begun just a few minutes earlier but the grass and gardens where already soaked and slowly it crept over the flagstone floor and slid towards me. I returned to one of their several wicker chairs standing around a glass table on the terrace, I didn?t think the water would reach me there, or at least I hoped not.?Here?s your beer, Pete,? said my army buddy John who I was visiting.?Thanks. I had forgotten what a tropical rain was until now. It?s pretty impressive.? I said before taking a long swig of the beer. The cool liquid felt good and I took another long drink before putting down the bottle on the table.?I guess you have been away a long time,? said John with a smile.?Fifteen years this fall. It?s amazing how time flies. It felt like just yesterday that you and I roamed the bars and clubs.?John laughed. ?Those days are long gone, my friend. Being married had been good for me, it got me off the booze and the loose women.?It was my turn to laugh. He was right, there had been many loose women over the years and I remembered some of them fondly.I drank some more from my beer before saying. ?Where?s Rick???He went to pick up his girlfriend but they should be back any time now.?I heard footsteps behind me and before I could turn John?s wife of almost twenty years sat down opposite me. Jenny was a beauty of a woman. At forty she could easily pass for someone half her age. With an oval face a small nose and full lips she had delicate features that were part of a slender body with firm boobs and a tight ass. I know, I know, I shouldn?t ogle my friend's wife.I had been there when she and John first met. It was a hot sticky night in Panama City?s banking area where the nice bars and restaurant were. John and I had had dinner together and then we had hit one of the bars close by. After ordering our drinks, he had spotted Jenny with some friends at a nearby table. John had left me to go and talk to her and that was the last I had seen of him that night. I had picked up a hot thing half my age and gone back to my apartment where I fucked the shit out of her until we both were lying panting like dogs on the bed.The next day John had called me to say his partying days were over and he would settle down. I didn?t believe a word of it, but a year later they were married, and Jenny was pregnant with Richard, their one, and only son.I had gone back to the states after my contract finished while John had made a home for himself and his family in Panama City. We kept in contact over the years. When he had learned that my wife of eight years had died in a car accident, he invited me down for some rest and recreation. That?s how I ended up on that terrace looking out at the tropical rain.*****John and I were on our third beer and Jenny was in the kitchen organizing dinner when I heard the front door open and close.?That must be Rick and Jasmine,? John said.A few minutes later Rick, who I had last seen as a baby walked out followed by a girl Ataşehir Escort his own age. Now, Rick at seventeen was a tall and quite handsome young man. He had his father?s broad shoulders and his mother?s soft face and kind eyes. What caught my attention was the creature standing next to him. She was dressed in a white armless dress that snugged her body like a second skin and then flared at her waist.Her raven black hair reached well past her shoulder blades and was straight as an arrow. Pert full boobs pressed against the fabric, and I immediately noticed she wasn?t wearing a bra, but what caught my attention were her long legs. The dress finished way above the knees and those thighs seemed to go on forever. Her face was a bit angular with a strong nose and a wide a month with full lips. Her eyes were doe-like, and when her gaze met mine, she looked away. Her skin was the colour of cinnamon and looked soft as velvet. I had seen nothing like her since I had left Panama and for some reason, those memories brought a smile to my face, and my seventy-year-old cock came to life in my jeans.John said. ?Rick, you won?t remember my best friend Pete since you were just a baby the last time you met.?I got up and Rick and I shook hands. ?Nice to see you have grown up to a fine looking young man,? I said.?Thanks, this is my girlfriend Jasmine,? he said and put his arm around Jasmine?s waist.?Nice to meet you,? I said.?The same.? Her voice just above a whisper.?Dinner is ready,? Jenny called from the kitchen and as we walked back inside. I was the last to leave the terrace with Jasmine in front of me, swinging her hips seductively.******After living and working in Panama, it was quite a shock to move back to the States, at least as far as the women were concerned. Back in Panama, an older dude like me had no problem picking up women half my age or less. All that was needed was to be willing to pay a few drinks and a dinner or two. Like I mentioned before, John and I had a blast during those years, fucking and having our dicks sucked by not only the local women but also those from the Venezuela, Colombia, and god knows what other nationalities that lived in the city.To make it short, I was hooked on Latin women by the time I moved back. After a week at home, I realized that the only women from Latin America were older Mexicans and they were usually as tall as they were wide, not the elegant, sensual, sexy and hot-blooded women I was used to.What was a man to do? Thank god there was the internet. It took me a few days to find a few promising websites that offered beautiful Latin wives. Most of them were in Colombia and after exchanging a few emails with the American couple that ran the agency, I was on my way to Bogota.My expectations were high as far as beauty was concerned, and I was not disappointed. After dating some ten girls ranging from twenty-five to forty-five, I chose a young woman whose name was Angelica. She was thirty years old, tall for being a Colombian, with beautiful dark skin and a mass of unruly black hair. Her English was excellent, and she was a nurse.We spent Ataşehir Escort Bayan a month together before I asked her if she wanted to move back to Wyoming with me on a trial basis, no strings attached. To my surprise and happiness she said yes and two days later we were on a flight back home.Six months later we were married. I wanted to have a prenup, but she insisted that she had sacrificed too much to be left out if something would happen to me. I agreed and we started our married life in bliss with long sessions of fucking in the morning and then again at night. She had the hottest most gorgeous pussy I had ever seen and her need for cock was almost scary.As the months went past, I began to spend more time at home and less at work. I was slowly getting used to the retired life that I was looking forward to sharing with my hot sexy Latin wife. I had arranged for her to get her green card and she found a job at the local hospital where she became immensely popular with her co-workers. I didn?t really care that she worked late sometimes; it was part of being a nurse. So the years went and the years came. We fucked, travelled, fucked more and had a wonderful life or so I thought.One winter night, when I was sitting by the open fire reading a book and enjoying an expensive single malt whiskey, she came home later than usual.?Hi, honey. How was your day?? I askedShe came into the living room and took off her thick overcoat and laid it on the chair next to mine. She looked so hot in her white uniform and I was sure the length of the uniform was not permitted. I knew she wore a garter belt and her stockings were clearly visible.?Oh, it was fine, just a lot of work,? she purred and crawled up onto my lap like a kitten.We made out, and as our kissing became more aggressive, her clothes came off until she was just in her stockings and garter belt. Her thong hung from the armchair, and I stood in front of her with my cock in the air.Her shaved pussy glittered with her juices and before she had a chance to stop me, I had buried my face into her soft folds licking and sucking. It took me few seconds but then I tasted it, cum. How did I know it was cum? Well, we often kissed after she had taken my load, so I knew what cum tasted like.I stopped what I was doing and slowly raised my head.?Don?t stop, honey, it feels so good,? she moaned with her eyes closed.I stepped back and stood up. ?Angelica, who have you been fucking??Her eyes flew open and she blushed. ?What do you mean???Your pussy tastes of cum, that?s what I mean.?Her eyes moved as she tried to come up with a lie and when she couldn?t, she simply sat up and crossed her arms over her heavy boobs.?I?m sorry, Pete, but yes. I have fucked another man, today, yesterday, the entire month actually, every day after work. I love him and he is a doctor.??You conniving bitch! Get the fuck out of my house. I will send you the divorce papers.?I turned and as I walked out, I heard her call after me. ?I have a lawyer and I will get my money, so help me God!?Well, sometimes I guess God helps the innocent because as she drove away from Escort Ataşehir my house that night, a deer jumped out onto the road. Angelica swerved, missed the deer but hit a lamp post. As a Latina, she was wasn?t big on using her seatbelt, so she flew through the window where she cracked her skull open and landed in front of the car in the snow. By the time she was found the next day, she was frozen solid.That had been three months ago and since then the only Latinas I had fucked were paid to play. I would fly them in from the bigger cities and pay for them to stay with me for a weekend and then fly them out. I liked that set up better than marriage. I guess after all there was no real love between Angelica and me because I really never missed her, just her hot body.*****During dinner, I didn?t pay much attention to the food I was eating. It was Corvina which is a local fish and very hard to fuck up. My attention was on Jasmine. As the conversation moved back and forth, I caught her eying me a few times and once she gave me a quick smile after which she bit her lower lip in that cute sexy way some women do. I was a bit confused, was she actually flirting with me or was I having some serious wishful thinking.At seventy I still had a strong body and all my hair. Most people thought me to be ten years younger and I was happy about that. As far as my cock went, it was still a healthy eight inches fully erected with a nut sack that could shoot cum a foot or so. I might need a blue pill if there was going to be any prolonged fucking but I could still manage one or two good fucks without.?So, how long are you staying for,? asked Rick after pushing his plate away.?Not sure, I thought about a week or so. I have friends up in David I would like to visit too.?David was about a six-hour drive from Panama City towards the Costa Rican border and the only friend I had there was a widow fifty years old mother of a teenaged son. When I had met her she was a hot secretary in the same building I worked in. We had hooked up a few times and fucked the night away. After I left we had stayed in touch mostly because I as the nice man I was, sometimes sent her money. Her husband who she was married to when we met had died in a work accident and never knew his loving young wife was getting some serious hard white cock. I guess I felt a bit guilty so I would send his kid the money.Rick spoke up, ?I?m on the honour roll, so I have to march tomorrow. Will you come and see me???Right, I had totally forgotten, its Dias Patrias, the Panamanian version of independence day. Yes, of course, I will.?He put his hand around Jasmine?s shoulders and pulled her closer and after giving her a peck on the cheek he said, ?And my baby here is the Drum Majorette.??Oh, wow, that?s nice,? I said while thinking how Jasmine would look like in her hot uniform.Later that evening when John and I were back on the terrace drinking beer I was surprised to hear Jenny, Rick and Jasmine talking about sleeping arrangements.I leaned close to John. ?Dude, do you let Jasmine spend the night here, aren?t you afraid that they will, you know..??John laughed. ?They already have. Jenny and I walked in on them one evening when we came back from the movies.??Oh shit, that must have been embarrassing. What about her parents, I know Panamanian parents don?t allow their daughters to sleep over???Well, to answer your first question, it was more embarrassing for Jasmine than anyone else.