Dolores

On Friday and Saturday nights, Fredo hung out at the cantina. Soft and sultry, Dolores perched on the bar and crooned. Her white peasant blouse revealed her buxom bosom. Golden skin glistened beneath the hot white light focused upon her.

Sliding to the floor, Dolores entwined her arms around Fredo's neck and waist. Pressing her smoldering body against his, she pulled him into her dance. The young man complied, feeling his manhood swell.

Circling around them, the crowd clapped and hooted. The room swirled as the two figures melted into one. Fredo's sweat-soaked hair dangled into his eyes. Dolores's black locks sexily swayed against her back. Her white skirt flared, entangling his legs in cotton fabric.

Then, taking his hand, she led him to the stairs and up to her room. Their bodies tangled and they fell upon the bed. Fredo's passion engulfed him as he lustily took Dolores.

Fredo looked down upon Dolores. Swiftly, he dressed and left her. Outside, the cool night air wafted over his sweat-soaked skin. He delighted in its caress.

Inside the cantina, Dolores's body melted into Jose. Together, they danced. Then, grasping his hand, she led him upstairs.