Summer Vacation part 6

It’s a warm Thursday morning and I look around confused for a minute do to the fact that I have no clue where I am. As I start to sit up from the bed an arm pulls me back down and Imelda latches on to my side.

“Usted es cálido, se recostó. ¿Has dormido bien?,” Imelda says to me groggily.

“I have no clue what you said but it sounds sexy,” I reply to her smirking.

I watch Imelda’s head rise up of the bed suddenly and her eyes bolt open, she sees me in the light and starts chuckling. I have no clue what she’s laughing about but I let her enjoy her moment before she rolls onto me lying on my chest.

“I’m gonna get you some breakfast,” Imelda says crawling out of bed and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top.

I watch her leave the room before getting my phone and checking the time, eight thirty in the morning and I’ve got messages. Loretta is asking if I’m okay, so is Abigail. I send them both a text saying that I’m perfectly fine and to tell Mark I’ll be ready for the Gym and tattoo parlor by noon, hopefully. Loretta responds back with her newly minted mothering of ‘I’m so glad you’re safe’ and offers to pick me up. I decline and hop on face book through my phone, Kori’s online and I send her a message asking if she’s okay and that I’m missing her.

It takes about a second for my message box to be full, Kori dumps a bunch of information about how she’s missing me badly and she’s crying at night, apparently she grabbed one of my old shirts from home and has been sleeping with it. I tell her that I’m missing her too and that I would do anything to be there with her but things are complicated down here and the time with my mother is getting better. Kori tells me how her mom is going to send her away in few weeks to go visit her Aunt or something and that she doesn’t know if she’ll be back by the time I get back from here. I tell her everything will be all right and that I’ll figure something out so we can be together sooner. We say our goodbyes and I relax on the bed a little longer before Imelda comes back in with a plate of eggs rice beans and tortillas.

“Mom is making breakfast, you should go say hi,” Imelda tells me sitting on the bed with the plate.

I pull my jeans on and head into the living room and round the corner in the kitchen to see a short Latino woman dishing up a plate before turning and seeing me standing there. I watch her eyes get wide and decide to speak first.

“Hi Ma’am, I’m Guy, your daughter said I should come out here and say hi,” I tell her holding out my hand.

I see her face go from shock to rage before I have to duck as she hurls a pan from the kitchen at my face.

“¿Qué demonios estás haciendo en mi casa, imbécil? He pagado mis cuentas malditas y por qué no llevas una camisa?,” is what gets screamed at me by Imelda’s mother as I duck for safety down the hall.

Imelda hands me the plate as I get back to her room and I can see she’s trying to keep from laughing her ass off. She pats me on the back and I watch her head into the hall and start speaking to her mother in Spanish. I sit down on the bed and start eating when I suddenly realize that it’s real Mexican food with real Mexican spiciness. I devour as much of it as I can before I realize that I really need water or a fire extinguisher. I head back into the living room and as soon as Imelda and her mother see me they start laughing as her mother gets me a glass of milk.

“Not like taco bell spicy huh,” Imelda says chuckling.

Once the fire in my mouth is mostly subsided Imelda translates for her mother as she apologizes for trying to kill me and I shake it off. They mostly talk amongst themselves before Imelda’s mother leaves for work.

“I’m sorry but nobody has ever actually walked out of my room to meet my mom,” Imelda tells me half apologizing,” but that was really fucking funny.”

I let her have her laugh as I attempt to finish my plate and after taking it to the sink. I follow Imelda back to her room to get my clothing but watch as she sits down on her bed and takes off her top. I didn’t get to see them much last night but Imelda’s breasts have some nice small nipples, breasts worth marveling at as I walk up to her and she undoes my jeans. Imelda takes my cock in her hand and gently sucks on the head for a few moments before crawling backwards up the bed sideways and pulling her shorts off.
I crawl over up Imelda’s tight Latino body and gently lick her nipple which gets her to moan. I feel her hands working their way down my body and one starts trying to pull my cock into her pussy. I keep myself outside for a few moments as I enjoy rolling her nipple in my mouth before trailing kisses up Imelda’s chest and neck. I don’t even have to line my cock up with Imelda’s pussy as the head bumps her and pushes inside. Imelda moans at the intrusion and wrapping her arms around me pulls me in the rest of the way. Last night was hard and rough but this morning I’m savoring the tight and warm feeling Imelda’s pussy is giving me. I start to move slowly and patiently making sure she feels every bit as I push in and out of her pussy.

I push one of my arms down under Imelda’s leg and start to take deeper thrusts adding just a little speed to our tender moment. I look at her face and see she’s got her eyes closed and is smiling lightly; I decide to shake things up a bit and gently kiss her on the lips. I feel her freeze in shock at the kiss before warming up and turning a light peck on the lips into a passion filled lip lock that causes both of us to start bucking our hips together. We break the kiss and I feel Imelda kiss up my neck and nibble on my ear.

“Vamos nena, dame lo demás, vamos vamos vamos,” Imelda whispers almost pleading in my ear.

I get the rush and tingle at the base of my cock as I drive in hard and deep shooting cum inside Imelda’s warm pussy. I can feel her shaking from my haze and think Imelda hit her own orgasm shortly after I started mine. I let Imelda’s leg down and we lay there in bliss for a few minutes just holding each other in the warm morning.

“Okay, let’s get showered and I’ll get you home before I have to go to work,” Imelda tells me as we get up from her bed.

We share a cool shower and get dressed, me in the clothes I wore last night and Imelda in a black t-shirt and blue coveralls with the top tied around her waist. She locks up the house and getting the directions we’re off fast on her bike heading for ‘home’.

We’re on the bike for almost an hour before we hit the neighborhood and get to the gate; I press the call button and wave at the house. We head in after the gate opens up and once I’m off the bike Loretta is out the front door to greet me.

“It’s almost ten and you’re just now coming home,” Loretta starts in,” I should have just come got you last night. Where were you?”

“I was with her, we got done with the movie and it was easier for me to stay with her than ride us both back here,” I tell Loretta pointing at Imelda who is still on her bike.

I turn back to Imelda and after getting a quick kiss and number exchange watch her head out the gate and peels off down the road. I head back inside with Loretta where she proceeds to give me the ‘concerned mother’ speech. I see Bethany watching from the second floor with some interest but not as much as Abigail who is waiting for me I think at the base of the steps. I let Loretta finish before stepping away wordlessly and head back to my room. As soon as I’m in my room I hear the door close after me, I turn and see Abigail has followed me from the stairs.

“Can we talk a little bit,” Abigail asks quietly.

“Sure, you okay,” I ask offering her the couch.

I let her sit while I start to change into some workout clothes. Abigail looks more nervous not than when I caught her in my room the first night. I figure this is big for her so I close the door before sitting down on the couch opposite of her.

“Okay, I know you’re pissed about the date mix up,” Abigail starts to tell me,” but when I asked Carlos what really happened he just brushed it off as his cousin wasn’t here and that you were pissed about missing the time with everyone else. Is that true?”

“No it’s not, when Carlos and I talked about the date it was a double date only,” I inform her plainly,” Here’s what you need to take from this, Carlos really likes you. He likes you so much that he’d risk his own safety messing with me when we’ve made a deal.”

“So what do I do about Carlos,” Abigail asks me.

Now that isn’t what I expected, I can sabotage him right now. But again I’m stuck in a ‘what does that do to Abigail’ conundrum. I sit and think about it for a bit longer than I expected when Mark Jr. bursts through my door.

“Dude, you ready to go cause we got weights and a tattoo to get done today,” Mark says barely acknowledging his sister.

“Man I’ll be down in a few, we’re trying to have a conversation,” I tell Mark a little ticked.

I watch him shrug about the two of us and as he leaves my room I make my decision about Abigail and Carlos.

“Honestly I think you need to do what makes you feel best. Carlos likes you a lot and if you don’t like him then you should walk away but if you really think there’s something there then I say go for it,” I tell Abigail with brutal honesty.

“Okay but what about the deal he ‘broke’,” Abigail asks me almost worried.

“That’s between me and him, don’t worry about it,” I tell her as I get up, grab my bag and head out of my room.

Mark Jr. is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs like an anxious puppy. We head to the garage and as soon as the doors are up Mark tries to set a land speed record out of the driveway. It takes us about twenty five minutes to get to the gym that Mark goes to and once inside I realize that I’m not in my dad’s workout dungeon anymore. It’s a three floor building with a running track on the roof and a pool to go along with every piece of workout equipment imaginable. Mark checks us in and leads me off to the weights.
I didn’t work out much with weights when I’d be working out with my Dad but Mark proceeds to go down the whole list of ‘how to bulk up’. I can see that this is the big thing for him and play the attentive student like I’ve never had a work out session in my life. It takes some prodding but I finally get Mark to let me work on definition and not becoming a steroid monster. Total time on the weights is maybe forty five minutes and when I’m done I feel awake but not too sore thankfully. As we head to the contact room that I read on the guide Mark finally notices my bag.

“Hey man why did you bring your own stuff, they have loaner gear here,” Mark asks as we enter the room.

The Contact room is more than I could have hoped for; heavy bags, floor mats for sparring, speed bags, and the human looking contact dummies. I take a seat on a bench and get my shoes and socks off before getting my feet and fists taped up. Mark sits down and looks at me curiously as I line up with a speed bag and get some warm up punches in. I go through the speed bag and the heavy bag and see Mark looking out the door way. I stop and head over to him to see him staring at some women on cardio machines.

“Dude I think they’re older than you,” I whisper to him joking.

“MILF pussy is still good pussy,” Mark says turning to me,” and besides that girl you were with was at least nineteen.”

I shrug at the comment, didn’t really check with Imelda on how old she was when we were together. I get my tape off and back in the bag before hitting the showers, which draws more grumbling from Mark.

“Okay, if you want to smell like ass in your car then go right ahead, I prefer to shower,” I tell him heading in.

It’s my second shower of the day but it’s the one more needed, I get fully rinsed off back into my clothes before trying to rejoin Mark in the hallway. I’m out in the hall and Mark is nowhere to be found, I grab my phone from my bag and text him but get no reply. It takes me about two seconds to figure out he’s trying to or getting some right now and this could be a while. It’s past noon and I’m getting hungry thanks to my workout when Mark finally shows up at the front.

“Hey Guy, been waiting long,” Mark says with that college jock tone.

“Man I hope you carry condoms or something,” I reply as we head out the door.

Back in the car and another twenty something minutes later we’re at the tattoo parlor. Once I’m inside the girl at the front waves me back to where Smitty is finishing up a tattoo on a woman’s ass.

“Take a seat kid I’ll be with you in a second,” Smitty tells me waving me to a chair.

I take my seat and chill out while Mark pays and chats up the girl at the front, I swear he’s got sex A.D.D. I look at the wall art work for a bit when the grandfather sits down next to me and we start talking. More of him talking and me listening as he goes over his time in the war, his marriages, his times across the country. I listen politely and ask very few questions when Smitty gets to me and reclines my chair so that he can get to work on the coloring. I tell him about an addition I want on the tattoo and after going over the basics Smitty gets it underway.

I didn’t feel any major fatigue from working out before my tattoo got started but with the addition and five hours in the chair for color that doesn’t look like shit I am starving and exhausted. Thankfully Mark is still there when I get back to the front and he just stares at me as I endure the new pain in my side.

“Okay, so why the tattoo,” Mark asks as we get in the car.

“Honestly, I never would have done it after the start of last year. Now I love it, it’s a tribute just like my special request from your Dad,” I tell Mark proudly.

I can see he’s confused about what I said but it doesn’t bother me much on the ride home and once inside we’re greeted by the smell of cooked food. I run up the stairs and change into one of my new shirts and a pair cargo shorts on before heading back down to the dinner table. Loretta sees me wearing the new clothing and I can see her face brighten a little. It’s another pleasant dinner with everyone and Mr. Delauter asks me to come into his office afterwards. Once we’re all done eating I follow him in and close the door behind me before taking a seat facing his desk.

“So here we are at the one week mark and you haven’t made me regret agreeing to this deal,” Mr. Delauter starts in while taking his seat,” So when does the other shoe drop and you decide to make everyone here miserable?”

I’d like to think that he’s trying to surprise me but I’m certain that I’d be looking for a double cross too if I were him.

“Well that won’t happen sir, I keep my word and I hold my end of a bargain even when other people turn it around on me,” I tell him plainly,” I get why you’re concerned cause my special request just came through a few days ago and now you think that I can just do what I want to the rest of you.”

“Well you could, it wouldn’t be the first time,” Mr. Delauter tells me matter-of-factly.

“Not who I am, I was told that I was going to have to spend six weeks down here and I will. We came to an agreement that for a few nice things that I would make things generally better when I was here and I have. I’m not wanting to hurt anyone here, even you,” I tell him plainly emphasizing the last two words.

I can see Mr. Delauter trying to see if I’m being genuine or not. We sit in silence before Loretta interrupts us to see what’s going on. Mr. Delauter tells her that everything is fine but she’s not buying it and lets me leave so she can talk with him privately.

I get back to my room and see I left my phone in the bag the whole time. I check my messages and see a text from Imelda asking if I’m busy Friday night, I reply that I am now. I get a text with a time and to look like a hard ass. I hop back on my phone and hit the face book app. I talk with some of the people back home and let the girls know how things are; I take some extra time to speak with Kori. She’s feeling a little better and she has plans to go hang out with Katy and Liz on Friday. I tell her to ‘behave’ and she replies with ‘I’m waiting for you so I won’t have to’. I chuckle at the reply and am glad she’s feeling better as I pocket my phone. The rest of the evening passes uneventful and I get a solid night’s sleep.

Next morning I’m sore as hell and almost ignore my alarm to wake up and run. I can feel my muscles aching as I start my laps around the grounds. The run gets easier as I go and I decide to pass on the rest of the work out after thirty minutes of running before heading back inside. I head up the stairs and almost get back to my room when I see Bethany’s door cracked open slightly. I glance in and Bethany sleeping lightly in her bed wearing a simple night shirt and panties. I smile with an idea and head back to my room, once there I grab my phone and send Bethany a good morning text. It takes her a minute to reply with ‘why wake me up so early’, I tell her I need a rub down and put my phone away before stripping down to my boxer briefs and laying down on my bed. It takes a few minutes but Bethany creeps in with a bathrobe on and closes the door before locking it.

“Too much working out made you sore,” Bethany asks crawling on the bed and straddling my hips.
I nod at her question smiling, Bethany smiles back and undo the bathrobe showing me her perky breasts and pink panties. I sit up a little and start to suck on Bethany’s nipple getting a moan for my effort.

“You need hair so I have something to hold onto,” Bethany whispers rubbing my head.

I take Bethany’s hips in my hands and start grinding our crotches together, keeping my mouth on her breast as much as possible. Bethany pushes me off and back down before taking my boxers down and pulling her panties off, stroking me with her hand. I watch as she takes my hand and sticks two fingers in her mouth sucking on them hard before taking my hand and now wet fingers and having me rub her pussy. I moan a little with Bethany’s hand stroking me hard and buck my hips a little against her hand; she smiles to see me reacting to her and pulls my fingers away from her pussy.

“Mind if we do something a little fun and different,” I ask Bethany smiling.

“Maybe, am I gonna get in trouble if I say yes,” Bethany replies rubbing my cock head against her slit.

I reach over and take my phone off the nightstand flipping it on and turning on the video record function on; I get distracted by my cock slipping inside of Bethany’s pussy. She’s warm and wet thanks to my fingers and wastes no time biting her knuckle and bouncing on my cock in a steady rhythm. The room fills with moans and light slapping of our hips together. I marvel at the beauty of Bethany’s body as she bounces and wonder about her boyfriends in the football team. After a bit of bouncing Bethany shifts into a grinding motion while taking her knuckle out of her mouth and looks at me curiously.

“Aren’t you going to record this or something,” She asks confused.

Shit I forgot the phone; I pick it up and watch her shift back to bouncing and holding her breast with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. I nod and she closes her eyes and starts moaning and bouncing faster.