This is about 'Dulce'. This is my first submission to Literotica.com I'd appreciate your feedback, comments, or suggestions.
This took place within the past few weeks, and is ongoing. It is current, as of this posting.
Regards,
-Pultoy
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I live in a town of 5,500 folks in Colorado. We are rural, agricultural and have a large Hispanic population. I am 55 and have been self employed all my adult life. Times were becoming difficult in my business and I knew I was not going to survive without change. More and more, Hispanic restaurants, Tiendas and cultural enterprises began to sprout. About 5 years ago, it began to dawn on me that we are not serving our Mexican/Central and South American neighbors. Our (My) business, our thrust was only to the whites. I had, and have, a natural love for these folks (Hispanics), especially when they are first or second generation and began to research some possibilities for gaining their business. Little by little I started. I took a local Community College course in Conversational Spanish. I made trips to Costa Rica, Mexico and also took pictures of conditions, of retail establishments and, more exactly, observed just what these groups of people were seeking here, in the United States. I began to immerse myself in the culture and the language; learning, talking, listening and watching.
Over the next two years, I began to establish, and implement a plan. I found wholesale sources for imported Mexican goods. I realized that many of the people who live here could not read English, and did not know the difference between Prell Shampoo and Palmolive Dish Detergent. They went into our HUGE stores, aghast. There is So much available, so little knowledge. I began to realize that they had their own, familiar products, back home. That was the beginning of my thinking.that is what started my foray into the world of the Hispanic Culture and this story.
In November of 2001, I opened a Tienda. We feature meat (geared to the Hispanic taste), produce, canned and dry goods...all imported from, or geared to their lifestyle.
It was odd. Here I am, a Gringo, 6'3", pleasant attitude, nice looking, but little ability to communicate, yet, I am amiable, gentle, kind and open to them. As far as I know, nobody in this county is open to the Hispanics. Because of the financial depth in my other business I ran, I was able to tough it out and our sales began to grow, with, added services and products. In about one year, all the other Hispanic tiendas had closed in our town. I was the only one left. I was surprised, but pleased. We had added money grams to families in Mexico and Central and South America, Photo ID's(not official, but something for them to have), and many products they couldn't get at the larger and more accommodating stores. We also have one other thing that others don't have; I hired really nice looking chicas(girls) to wait on the customers. They were exclusively Spanish Speakers, Single, and it began to draw the single male clients, without regard to other motivations to shop elsewhere.
So, I went through a number of girls. Over the past few years, they came and they went. Though I am single, and, over their age limit, I began to learn the language, became a 'compa' to many of the clients. Many housewives, many single men have frequented my business. We aren't exactly kicking ass, but we are more than holding our own, now.
Then, came Dulce (this means, 'sweet' in Spanish). Maria, my main girl was pregnant... I needed to replace her soon. In comes this 27 year- old knockout, looking for work. She had been abused in Mexico, both by her dad and her husband. She had been living on the streets in Mexico since age 12, gotten married at 15, had two children and her husband ran off with another woman...leaving her alone, with two kids. She left her kids with family and made the trek to America. I don't know how long she has been here, but she has her green card and social security card, so I hired her.
After I hired her, during these weeks following, I was able to find out that she lives in a place with others, that she sleeps on the floor, and the 'cucarachas"(cockroaches), crawl on her at night, even into her ears. Yet, the years of living hard do not distinguish the hope she has in her eyes. She wants to support her children, to send money to them in Mexico and she is willing to endure whatever she has to endure, to be faithful to her children. My heart has gone out to her.
This girl is so pretty. She has reddish brown hair, brown eyes, dimples in her cheeks, ready smile, full and kissable lips, very trim and thin body, suppressed breasts with very tight braziers, small waist, flat tummy. She is not looking for a man, she is looking for help for her children in Mexico, willing to endure whatever she has to endure, to make it. Desperate, yes she is. Willing to compromise, no, she is not. I have determined not to make her endure more abuse. But, I also see that she is a sensual, desirous woman, and has rejected the advances of the Hombres that approach her, only for her looks, her good graces and I see that kindness, gentleness and a slow approach might win her. So, today, I begin MY trek...into her heart. Isn't that strange? YIKES!
I have never tried to seduce my employees; though some have been absolute lookers. I have just tried to make them appreciative of a good boss, by giving them more that what I agreed to give them, ie; food, be gentle and kind and amiable.
Dulce is different. She seems receptive to my touch on her shoulder, on her face, her hair. I needed to take her picture for her file, and moved her hair, and touched her shoulder and pushed into her belly for positioning for the photo. She warmed to it, rather that shied away. Though, I detect she is wary of me, I sense that she is open to a gentleman. I am a Gringo, after all...right? But, all is not lost.
Whenever I am close to her, I feel a leaking from my penis. I know that I am not consciously doing this, that it is more spiritual that physical, at this point. But, I sense her subconscious arousal too. The other day, she pulled on the leg of my shorts (I always wear shorts in the summer). Today, I saw her look longingly at my crotch, and then, into my eyes. No words were spoken, no other communication.
This is heating up, for us both. She considers me a rich American, I know, but she also sees me as a kind and gentle and appreciative man. I think that is they key to this girl's heart.
I will continue this as it unfolds. What I have reported is up to date, as of 8/21/04. I just KNOW this is going to increase. I hope it does. |
