Ginger’s Diary: Dirty Dancing with Latin Guy Part #2
Shortly after our bathroom counter fuck-fest at the club, Latin Guy and I were in a cab heading back to my condo.
In the backseat of the cab, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. We were making out, his hands once again up my skirt, my hands feeling his cock through his pants (which I could tell was getting hard again). He whispered in my ear “Ginger, this cab needs to get to your house soon”
When we arrived at my building I grabbed his hand and lead him through the marble floored lobby to the elevator. Inside the elevator, we continued to make-out as I undid his pants and slipped my hand inside. I started to stroke him gently, as he grew harder in my hand. When the elevator arrived on my floor, we got out, kissing and stumbling towards my door. When we reached my doorstep, Latin Guy gently pushed me up against the door and blurted out:
“I’m sorry, I can’t wait Ginger” before pulling up the skirt of my dress and pulling down my panties. He knelt down before me and started licking and sucking on my clit. He continued to kiss and suck, slipping his tongue in and out of my pussy. My knees began to shake with pleasure and I desperately tried to grasp onto the door frame for support. Nearly out of breath, I said to Latin Guy:
“You realize there are security cameras all over this building. My doorman is probably watching everything we are doing”
“I don’t care. Do you?”
“No”
With Latin Guy’s mouth between my legs, my whole body shook as I came for the third time that evening. My legs still shaking and unable to support me, we tumbled into a heap on the carpeted floor outside my doorway. We rolled around making out, pulling at each others clothes, feeling the scratchiness of the carpet digging into our flesh.
“Let’s go inside my place” I said to him, feeling his cock’s hardness through his pants.
“I can’t wait that long” he replied, as he opened his pants and his cock found it’s way deep inside me for the second time that night. With him on top of me, I grabbed onto his ass, pulling him deeper into me with each thrust. The fact that anyone could open their door or walk down the hall at any moment just made both of us more excited. Before he could come he said,
“In. We need to go in. Hold onto me and give me your keys Ginger”
With my legs wrapped around him, he managed to pick me up, unlock my door and push me inside my apartment – confirming what I had suspected all evening, that Latin Guy was a sexual rock-star. We carried me to my bedroom where he briefly slid out of me and deposited me on the edge of my bed face-down. I cried out in pleasure when he re-entered me doggystyle. As he moved inside me, he reached around to place one hand around my breasts while using the other to massage my clit. As we both started to come, he pulled out and showered my back with hot cum.
“You’re a bad, bad girl Ginger”
“You love it”
“I do”
That night marked the beginning of my steamy relationship with Latin Guy. My doorman never looked at me the same way again.
