Salma and Sofia

Summer 2005

Her kisses were hard, hot and wet. Those words were already easy to use when talking about Salma Hayek. I'd had the chance to do all that with her for a month, but not that physically yet.

Somehow, it seemed she was trying to change that here and now. In an empty room at an industry party we were attending. But thanks to those hard, hot wet kisses -- and the hot, hopefully wet body crammed into a white dress that made me hard -- I didn't mind much.

After my mouth caught up with Salma's, she pulled back somewhat unfairly. However, she was fairer in helping me out of my tux, then unbuttoning my shirt. I wanted to help her out of her dress -- although her tits would be easier to free first -- but I froze and let her stay in control.

"Okay then," Salma appraised once she could see my chest. Before I looked back down at hers, her hand trailed down my abs and headed for my belt. "I'm going to give you a choice."

My critical thinking wasn't at its best right now. All my thought was going down to the very area that Salma's hand reached into. "I felt this more than enough already. Just not with my hand," Salma noted, before finally grabbing the body part she'd tortured enough.

"Oh....the choice?" I asked before she started pumping.

"We can do it right here, right now," Salma offered. "Or I can finish you like this. Get the first one out of the way, then we do the rest back at the hotel. And you do it for me too."

With her free hand, Salma took mine and put it on her stomach. She then lifted the center of her dress up, giving me time to get her drift. Once it sank in, I reached under her dress and she dropped it before I reached her panties.

"You finger me, I finger you. Then we both walk out of here in our own cum," Salma said casually, despite the less than casual words. "Then we go back and put the rest of it somewhere else. Or do you just want to fuck and get it over with?"

This was the only possible way I could have said no to that question. But first I had to ask, "But....we'd still get it over with at the hotel? If I said no?"

"We won't have to keep it down. And I can build it up longer," she hinted. This had been building for a month already -- but the actual act sure as hell wouldn't take that long the first time. If I could get the embarrassing early climax over with now, and still get a show later....and still give her more reasons to give me that show....

I started doing that by brushing my finger across her panties. When I pushed the front of them aside and brushed her bare pussy, Salma's hand tightened on my bare genitals. At that point, we resumed kissing as we stroked each other.

When Salma's thumb brushed my tip and my forefinger slipped into her, I broke from her mouth and kissed down her neck. My destination was obvious, so I put more of my finger in her to get her ready. She just moaned and pumped me faster as my face reached her legendary cleavage.

I didn't know where to begin, but with the way Salma's hand was going, I had to act fast. I settled on kissing the exposed skin of her left breast, then her right, and then I kissed the clothed parts too. My lips and tongue went up the exposed valley of her breasts, although I knew this was a little slow. So the rest of my finger went into her and fucked her harder to make up for it.

Salma groaned and threw her head back, jacking me off harder and putting her free hand on my chest, rubbing and palming my pecs and nipples. I got the message and prepared to return the favor at last.

"Oh my God!"

This wasn't Salma's voice. It was distinctively Latin and female, but it wasn't hers. It was louder and a little less sultry than Salma's -- and its owner was right behind us.

We were so into it that we didn't notice Sofia Vergara had come in -- and obviously wasn't expecting this. The feeling was mutual.

Sofia was hardly as well known as Salma at that time, and I barely knew of her. Of course, her modeling shoots and movie bit parts that showed off her....sizable bits were familiar to me. I was already familiar with the sight of her in that revealing green dress tonight. But it was too familiar now.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm...." Sofia trailed off, then spoke her distress in Spanish before leaving the room. She didn't even remember to close the door, so Salma had to leave me -- and my cock -- to do it.

She cursed a bit in Spanish too, and I spoke some English curses under my breath. I was afraid to ask out loud if we could go on, since the mood was clearly ruined. Ironic that it was broken by another Latin actress -- and one of the few whose curves and bust were a match for Salma's.

That probably wasn't wise to think about right now. As for saying, I was still at a loss for words. But Salma wasn't, as she sighed and said, "We'll just have to do it all in our room, then."

Still without a word, I followed Salma out of the room after buttoning up. We left quietly, not bothering to say goodbye to other guests -- and I barely looked at them in case Sofia was nearby. We got to our limo and were driven back to the hotel in silence, which we stayed in at the hotel and in the elevator.

When we got to the room, it was clear the silence would have to break somehow. So Salma took charge again. "So that sucked," she stated, and I still kept quiet, not wanting to go further with that last word.

"Look, I know you're boiling. I'm one to talk too," Salma said, which I took at a compliment. "I thought cumming for each other the first time would be extra hot over there. Different with an actual audience, though." I nodded my agreement, ignoring the actual thought of having an audience like that.

"Well, what's another few minutes, right?" I dared to speak and hope. "If anything....now I'm not worried about ending it so soon. Awkward silence and losing my erection can work out after all," I went a little too far. Yet it still made Salma smile.

"You say that now," she joked/teased, now looking almost as cute as she was sexy. It certainly started to solve my erection problem. Before it was solved too much, I turned around and went to lock the front door.

"No one else should come in to prove me wrong now," I predicted. Encouraged, I turned around and asked Salma, "You said you could build it up more in here anyway. Was that wrong too?"

Salma turned to face me, smiled and answered, "Only one person here who can answer that. If he's up for it."

I almost rolled my eyes, but I kept them still as Salma walked over to me. I did glance down when I saw the delectable way her delectable hips were swaying, then went down further to note she still had her heels on. She did pause to step out of them halfway through, although they didn't make her legs less long and eye popping.

My back was against the door, so I thought that I should move. After all, we'd be more likely to get overheard again over here. But perhaps Salma was still into that, despite how it backfired before. Then again, I did lock the door and could block anyone from coming in.

With that, I started unbuttoning my shirt again as Salma reached me. "Figured I should take care of that this time," I told her.

"Well, if you're too busy, then," she commented, before reaching back for the zipper on her dress. She lowered it down as much as she could, which got me to slip my shirt and tux off faster. For solidarity.

"I've got some free time now," I assured her. Salma nodded, then promptly pushed me against the door.

My arms went around her to her exposed back, feeling her smooth, gorgeous tanned skin without lowering the dress down. I didn't check to see if it was slipping, since I stayed locked on her seductive almond eyes and full lips, while the lingering scent of her flowing brunette hair filled the rest of my senses.

The sense of taste still got an upgrade when her lips connected with mine. They even glided over mine slowly and sensually to help me savor it. I then lowered Salma's dress herself, leaving it bunched around her hips. Yet I opened my eyes to see her slip out of it while kissing me.

Once she did, her hands went around my neck as her bare body pressed against my half bare one. If I hadn't already felt no bra on Salma's back, the feel of her bare tits on me would be more shocking. Not that it made it less overwhelming.

Yet instead of going for more of that, Salma's slow, steamy kisses kept me frozen in place. I was left content to kiss her back and feel the rest of her incredible body. My hands trailed down her hourglass curves and rested on her well defined hips, which made her moan gently into my mouth.

Salma finally broke from my mouth to go down to my neck, like I did with her at the party. And like I did, she was trailing down my chest and bent down to kiss my own much smaller breasts. Her hands went down to trace my abs as her tongue traced my pecs, then she slid it up my own "cleavage" and looked up at me with pure lust.

Her tongue came off my chest and went right into my mouth, while her hands went back to my pants. Instead of just going in there, her hand reached for my cock and tugged it out into view, just as she left my mouth. After a few more small kisses, Salma dropped right to her knees.

Without giving me more warning, Salma immediately took my cock between her lips. She rubbed them up and down my shaft without sucking, then she did that quite well too. My hands waved around, not knowing what to do other than flail, but I finally reached down and tried to grab her chest. However, I didn't get very far.

With that, Salma broke off and leaned up, giving me my first actual clear sight of her bare breasts. I thought she might put my cock between them, but instead, she put it all the way up against my stomach. At that point, she licked and teased the underside and left me on edge -- but it gave me a clearer shot to grab her boobs.

I squeezed the tits that movie goers wished to touch for 10 years, while she licked the underside that only six others had touched for 10 years -- and only three had sucked. With her lips and tongue underneath my head and my hands palming such ample flesh, I had the very real fear of cumming right on my own face.

"Get up," I said in my illogical fear. I had to come up with something good to make it logical. After Salma's lips left my shaft, I started to get something.

I took my hands off her tits, vowing not to leave them alone for long. Once Salma got on her feet, I put the front of her body against the door. I went behind her and slid my hands all the way down her voluptuous form, until I was on my knees.

My hands reached up to her breasts, which were now pressed against the door. My face was right near her heart shaped ass, close enough to take a big bite. Instead, I just kissed her left cheek, then trailed my lips and tongue down the back of her upper leg.

"Is that where you're going?" I heard Salma ask. I answered by getting to my true final destination.

My head went underneath her ass, but my tongue went right to her pussy. I circled it before entering, then leaned in closer to get my lips and teeth in the mix. Salma groaned and pushed her ass back against my face after a while. It helped make it look even more like I was fucking her with my tongue.

Fueled by that, I came off her pussy and was almost temped to lick right between her cheeks. But I had a better and perhaps more acceptable idea for them.

I chose to kiss up Salma's right cheek instead, gliding my mouth up to her lower back. I began to come off my knees and get up, kissing up her back and holding her tits in the meantime. Once I got on my feet, Salma turned her head to me and pushed her full ass against my groin.

This seemed like as good an opening as any, so I put my shaft between her's. With my erection pressed between her cheeks, I pushed the rest of my body against Salma's back and rested my hands on her hips. Once she burned another erotic glare into me, I started trying to fuck her ass crack.

"Oooh....not bad," Salma praised. I tried to get better by kissing the back of her head, before going down to her shoulder. I went over to her facial cheek before long, and returned to her lips soon after.

"Mmm...." Salma groaned as I went faster. "What, you're going to cum on my back? So I can cum on your balls?"

"Don't tempt me, I won't tempt you," I somehow used real English. "Be ironic to finish in a regular bed, though," I panted.

Salma pushed her ass back again, then admitted, "All right, fine. Stick with the tried and true."

I approved enough to back off and let Salma leave the door. She went past me on a clear path to the bedroom, and I followed behind -- right behind. Seeing her walk around naked is something I needed a clear view of.

When we got to the bed, she turned around and gave me a full frontal view of her nudity. In short order, she backed up and showed off that view while lying on her back in bed. In shorter order, I went onto the bed and covered her up myself.

Instead of fucking her then and there, I went back to kissing her and holding her body close. We rolled around a little bit as I grinded against her bombshell figure. Once I got her back on her back, she went slow and sensual again, and I followed by slowly drifting my fingers toward her pussy.

Two of them entered slowly as I kissed Salma's neck again, intending to finally get my lips on her chest. But before I got too far down, Salma groaned and said, "No. Not until you really fuck me."

"This doesn't count?" I asked while my fingers went all the way into her.

"Oh.....oh, that's damn close. But just imagine how your cock would feel. Hard, hot, and it'd get soooo wet," Salma purred. That was good enough for me.

I removed my fingers and put my cock in place, ready to get into her and truly explode. It knocked right against her -- then another knock was heard.

We both paused for a moment, yet we tried to shrug it off. But we couldn't when a second and third series of knocks came down. It became impossible when a voice added, "Hello?"

It was an all too familiar voice at that -- one we heard before we got here. "What is she...." I groaned at Sofia Vergara being at our front door this time.

"She'll go away," Salma growled, trying to get back in the mood. But Sofia kept knocking and asking for Salma while I tried to get into her. I grew tired and was about ready to fuck anyway, even if she was outside the room. And even if she could hear us.

She wanted to be near us during sex so bad, might as well. Might give her some ideas. Might make her wish she was Salma -- if she didn't want that already. Might make her wish....

"Oh, fuck!" Salma interrupted. Unfortunately, she didn't use that phrase the sexy way.

She got me off her and rolled out of bed, then marched to her closet to find a robe. When she regrettably got one and regrettably tied it up, she regrettably left the room. I assumed she wanted me to stay in here and out of sight, although she hadn't closed the bedroom door.

I got out of bed myself and went over to the door, just in time to see Salma answering the front one. After peeking to see that it was Sofia, I had to close up. Of course, I could still hear them both talking anyway.

It sounded like Sofia was trying to apologize for earlier -- but wasn't explaining why she couldn't just call tomorrow. Salma was trying to get her out without explaining why, and then the both of them stopped speaking English. Even though I'd been with Salma for a month, it wasn't nearly long enough to make me a translator.

But since the words I couldn't understand sounded angrier, I could take a guess on how this was going.

Eventually, I heard the English words, "Fuck it!" from what might have been Salma's voice. I heard footsteps next, but I obviously didn't know from who. Yet when the door suddenly opened and Salma came back in, I had a better idea.

"I'm getting off somehow, no matter who's there!" Salma informed. Without any further explanation, she removed her robe and climbed back into bed.

She still didn't explain when she turned around and put her ass on my face, with her face going towards my cock. I almost asked for answers -- until her mouth went on me, that is. Even with the vague memory that Sofia might be watching right now, it didn't take me long to stop caring. After all, Salma sure did.

In fact, the faster she went down my cock, the more incompetent I looked for not reciprocating. I had no choice but to suck, nibble and eat her out as fast as she ate me, although she wasn't making it easy. By instinct, I thrust my hips up -- and it only made her press her ass harder on me.

Getting the gist, I gobbled her down and grabbed her ass as much as I could. Soon, we were fucking and sucking each other down as hard as possible. I couldn't even break away to see if Sofia was right there by now.

If she was, she'd have seen Salma pop off me, deep throat me and get my cock completely soaked -- at least one of us did. I settled for just feeling it, eating her out harder for it, and getting ready to cum over it. Once Salma's mouth came off again, I did just that.

I groaned right into her pussy and licked it the whole way, then added my teeth when it felt safe enough. Salma swallowed me down and moaned harder, before I added my fingers again as a clincher. After she finished drinking me down, it took about 20 seconds before I could start drinking her.

Salma's loud, lustful groans washed over my ears as her juices washed over my mouth. When my mouth was finished, I finally laid my head back down on the sheets. I still didn't dare to look if we had an audience -- then hearing "God...." answered it for me.

"Okay, happy now?" I heard Salma ask next.

"I told you, that's not why I came here. I didn't know you'd be fucking when I did!" I heard Sofia reply. "How was I supposed to know it was your first time with him?"

"Well, now you know. And you know it's not finished, too. I didn't even fuck him yet, and now look at him!" Salma argued, as if she wasn't still on me.

"You could have fucked him then!" Sofia pointed out.

"You made me too impatient!" Salma argued. "Now who knows how long it'll take to get up again?"

"Could I chime in on this?" I finally took part. At that point, Salma rolled off me and exposed the rest of my nudity to our "guest."

I finally got to look at Sofia too, as she was standing at the doorway and still in her tight green dress. She studied me for a moment, then seemed to shake it off and say, "I should leave you to your getting up."

"Why? You'll probably jack off to it when you leave," Salma accused. "You probably would have gotten off after the party if you could! Is that why you came down here instead of calling? Well, it sure as hell worked for you."

"I didn't want to work like that, I told you!" Sofia pleaded, then Salma turned back to me.

"Well, who the hell knows if it was just you," Salma started. "You would have jacked it to me and her if I didn't finish the job. Right? Thinking about her watching, and joining....did that help you get through the limo home?"

"What the hell, no!" I answered. "No way I'm doing that after what we did!" I continued, although it dawned on me it wasn't as strong a denial.

"Is what we did gonna make you get it up again? As fast as possible?" Salma wanted to know.

"Well....it'll probably be fast. Arguing won't help," I dared to point out.

Salma calmed down a little and admitted, "Maybe. But you had me already. You had me after thinking about me all this time. Now it might get up faster with something you didn't have."

There were only so many ways to interpret that. I looked over at Sofia and saw she was working that out too. Right before she could, I turned to Salma and exclaimed, "You're kidding me."

"There's no time to kid. She wanted this on some level, I'll bet you did too," Salma kept thinking. "So she'll get you back up faster, then she'll give you right back to me."