It's good to have a plan for Valentine's Day especially when you have five women that you are hoping to please. I plan to spend a day or an evening with each woman and while I get to make some plans for Imelda and Matty, Rachael and Kori have plans already set for us. Katy on the other hand says we'll get together as soon as she's not busy but promises it'll be before the big day. It's the weekend at the beginning of February and I'm up early on Saturday with all my gear and a few things ready as I head out of Black Sunshine and meet up with Imelda at eight in the morning. She's got her riding gear on as we head down the road.
"Where are we going," She asks as we hit the freeway heading west.
"To something you've never seen before," I reply over headset.
I made sure we'd be able to talk with our Bluetooth headsets while we ride and aside from a pit stop to use the bathroom we enjoy a nice leisurely ride to Ocean Shores. It's a nice sized place and we get to town just after noon and as we ride up I have her park her bike with mine behind a ridge and with my bag of goodies climb the almost ten foot ridge and look off into the distance. Imelda is confused and climbs up after me.
"Guy, I don't understand why you brought me out here. I mean we could have just gone to a movie like our first date or we could…..," Imelda tells me before pausing at the top of the ridge with me.
I figured of all my women this would be the best one to start with, Imelda's been up here for a year now and not once has she gone out to see the ocean. Now here we are with sun water and sand, she's shocked and smiling.
"I figured you need at least one day where after a good long ride you get to see something brand new," I tell Imelda, putting my arm around her shoulders.
"Baby this is amazing, you're amazing," she tells me cuddling up.
We stand for a few moments watching the waves before I point out where we parked and the café right nearby. We get a table so Imelda can look out at the Pacific and we have a light snack and warm cocoa as she stares at the blue water. Both of us finish and when I suggest that we get closer to her she's all over the idea. We walk and talk a bit, she wants a girl when we have kids, and I want her to own her own shop or racing team. She asks what I'll be doing and I smile and tell her something special. Finally she notices the bag on my back.
"What did you bring up here," Imelda asks, pulling on the back pack.
I open it for her and she pulls out one of the mason jars, I get a confused look and take one out myself and fill it with some sand. She's confused but as soon as I start pulling off my coat and boots she's laughing at me and in my camo pants and a t- shirt I step into the waves and fill the rest of the jar with ocean water. I'm coming back in and see Imelda stripping down out of her riding gear and she comes bounding in the water with her jar. We laugh and fill four jars with sand, some seaweed and ocean water before getting out of the water. I walk us back to the café and ask for the shower key to the public showers and tip the woman a fifty. There's no ocean business during the cold months and they can use the business as Imelda and I get behind the public shower stall door and strip out cold dirty clothes. Warm water after a light walk in the cold ocean is wonderful; being stuck next to a hot Latina biker in a shower with less than a foot of free space for us to move is great. My hands find her curves and we scrub each other down at first but when she backs her ass against me and starts grinding against my growing hard on.
"We don't have a lot of room," I whisper, leaning in and nibbling on her ear.
"We need a room," Imelda moans rubbing against me as I cup her breasts," I think we have more than enough space so I can keep you from getting away."
Imelda pulls one of my hands up from her breasts and taking my finger in her mouth begins to suck and nibble on it lightly helping ensure that I'm completely turned on. I could probably grind out an orgasm of my own against her ass but what kind of date does that make me, the answer is the shitty kind. I turn her around so we're facing each other and trail my hand down her body and cup her mound as she presses me to the other wall and slowly starts to stroke me. One hand pinning the other to opposing shower walls and the remaining hand rubbing and caressing each other's nether regions. I find Imelda's slit with a finger and start rubbing with a little more urgency, I feel her light down a little on the finger I have in her mouth. Her nails are digging a little into my chest and I can feel her trying to get me close as precum leaks out of me and she covers my shaft with it. I slip a second finger inside her and almost immediately Imelda stops before hiking up a leg and pulls me closer.
"Impatient a little," I ask, smiling as we trade quick kisses.
"I don't want patience, I want you," Imelda growls as I help her balance a little.
Finding my way inside Imelda is easy save for balancing our bodies with her having only one foot on the wet floor but the close quarters give us plenty of things to grab onto other than each other. I push up once my head is at her entrance and she doesn't even tense up as I push all the way inside her. She almost relaxes for me and I settle into taking long slow thrusts inside her. Hot water ran over our bodies as we pressed forward, pinning my Latina biker against the wall, one of her hands on my back and the other shower rail helping keep us up.
"First time we met I thought you were some angry bitch," I told Imelda, continuing my thrusts.
"I thought you were some wanna be bad boy till we were staring each other down," Imelda groans trying to buck against me without us falling down.
"Oh you learned I wasn't a pussy," I joke as I feel my orgasm creeping up.
"Yeah and a couple hours later I learned… you could fuck pussy…," Imelda moans as I feel her clamp down on me.
Our moaning, the water running and the sound of our hips smacking together lightly are the sounds that I hear in the shower and it's causing me to rush ahead slamming my hips up into her harder and faster. Imelda is holding on for dear life and takes my face in her hands kissing me hard with a lot of tongue. I feel her teeth bite my tongue a little and her pussy clamp down on me as her orgasm takes over. I'm still going at her hard and when my orgasms hit I'm shaking a little as I cum inside her. We're both grunting as we ride out the sensation while kissing each other. It could have been seconds or minutes but when we finally separate our bodies and clean up Imelda has a near permanent smile on her face.
"So what is going on with the pendejo that is fucking around with you," Imelda asks as we dress.
"I think it's a he and he's a chicken shit," I tell her pulling my shirt on.
"Well yeah, you only destroy damn near everything in your path," Imelda says leaning over and kissing me.
"Hey I gave everyone a chance to back down, it's not my fault they didn't," I tell her as we finish.