I graduated college in 1999. There was no party. My choice: Go back to the family in my home town or move to Yuma, Arizona, the end of the know universe from the point of view of twenty-one year old in a wheelchair. Of course, terrified of boredom, the answer was obvious. I chose the adventure.

A fresh, young teacher, I arrived two days before the school year started. Culture shock hadn’t yet set in. As my new students shuffled into my 11th grade English class, all speaking to each other in Spanish, I went from 98% white classrooms I had grown up in to 98% Hispanic classroom on the boarder.

Knowing I had only a twenty year old class set of literature books, I spent hours upon hours planning lessons in which I jumped from writing to reading to grammar to vocabulary like a stage performer in order to motivate learning in kids that just need to pass English in order to be the first in their family to graduate.

My social life was dead.

One Friday night I was doing laundry and reading Don Quixote by Cervantes to play with an excerpt in class the following week. The laundry room door suddenly slammed against the wall with the weight of a tall, dark man in a wife-beater.

I yelled, “Holy shit!” And my book slapped the floor.

“Sorry,” the man laughed gently, “I near fell on that step. How’d you get in here?” He asked with a thick Latino accent, glancing at my wheelchair.

“Magic.” I winked, bending down to grab my book.

Slamming his laundry to the floor, he gracefully reached his muscular arm to it before I could grasp its cover.

“Ahhh! Don Quixote! I love reading the Spanish version! Have you ever read the original writings?”

“Um, no, this is my first time actually. I teach English at Yuma High School.”

“Wow, tough job!” His smile gleamed good cheer. His clothes hugged his tight abdomen revealing muscles that I had never seen on a man.

“My name’s Kelley.”

“Adolfo,” and he reached out grabbing my hand and taking it to his full lips. As he kissed my hand, like a chivalrous knight, his cheekbones led to sweet dimples.

There were not butterflies in my stomach, but instead in my brain, as we did laundry for hours. A powerful energy surrounded him when he spoke, and I absorbed its vibrations and shook him too.

“So, can I help you get your laundry back to your apartment?” His noble tone dripped, and intoxicated I replied.

“No thanks, but if you’d like to come over for a glass of wine and chat, I live in 106.”

“I’ll drop off my laundry and come by.”

A half hour later, I was reading outside my apartment drinking wine and smoking a cigarette. Surprising me again, his dark skinned trim body stepped out from the desert bushes.

“Hey beautiful!” He accented with a kiss on my cheek. I brought something better to smoke. Are you interested?”

“Oh, my savior! It’s been ages!” I led him in and uncorked the wine. I sat down on the couch next to him. We peacefully passed the pipe.

“So you know all about my job, what about being a border patrol agent?”

“It sucks! I want to go home to Puerto Rico, but I need to make more money. There’s just so much bull shit concerning the politics of the border. To me, we make not a dent in the problem. Ah, I don’t want to talk of work with such an interesting woman by my side.”

At that he took my wine glass and set it on the end table.

Pulling my tan legs apart, he knelt between. Instant tingles exploded curious of how this gorgeous specimen of human perfection could be this passionate about me. So, I grabbed his taut bicep as he put his large hands under my ass. I licked his lips slowly, my fingers behind his ears. Just as his tongue entered my mouth, he slid my center to line up with his bulge.

Though I had just met Adolfo, I wanted his control of the show. Never before had I been so overwhelmed by raw, sensual fire.

Lusciousness linked our tongues while my hands roamed his bald head, his hands on my back, pressing me to him. Entangled as such he laid me back upon my couch cushion.

Disappointed intrigue watched him sit up. He spoke not a word, but stared hard into my similarly dark, deep eyes, as he tenderly pulled up my tank and kissed my belly whilst undoing my shorts and discarding them, all the while caressing my inner thigh with wet lips.

Almost like an audience, I watch him put himself in my hand. Long, long length and girth perfection, I needed it to infect me, take over my hole, and with that thought and a moan, Adolfo pushed slow and slid inside.

I pulled off my shirt arched and undid my bra. Naked now, he fingered and bit my nipples to an orgasmic start, for never before had a man over me had such control! Such a perfect cock, he didn’t have to thrust much, before yet again I did come out with a shout.

Then, he pulled his shoulders erect, looked in my eyes and like a contented lion, he roared his contentment all over my belly.

He grinned, “Wow! Can I help you clean up some how?”

He did as he was told, with sweet kisses on my forehead. “Now, fine lady, I must go to bed. Unfortunately, I work in a few hours, and I need to feed my cats.”

“I’ve always wanted a cat,” I replied, running my hand down his face and chest as he tucked me into bed.

“Really? They’re so easy. I’ll have to introduce you to my kitties some day.” He dismissed himself at this.

Loud knocks on my door at four in the morning were unusual in my solitary teacher life, yet I’ll never forget that night. Still reeling in my previous evening, I awoke with a fright. Opening my door to Adolfo, however, was a glorious sight.

“Sorry for the hour, but I just ran home from work. I brought you something.” With that he handed me a cat. “While we were patrolling the border, this little guy was abandoned in the desert and surly he’d die without care. I brought you everything you need: food and a water dish, and a litter box. So, what ya think?”

I led him to the kitchen, and he let the little pussy roam. Meows could be heard throughout my home.

“Banchee is a good name for this little guy.” He laughed then prepared to say good-bye. “Do you have a moment? I thought of something with you I’d like to try.”

“Sure.” He said intrigued as he followed me. Before getting out of my chair, I through my nightgown to the floor, transferred to the bed and grabbed by pillow. I pulled my body to the edge of the bed, on my stomach with my hand on the floor, I rolled and bolstered my center into the air.

“Will this work for a quickie before you go back to work? It’s the least I can do for all you’ve done for me.” I tried to sound coy and sexy.

His tight Boarder Patrol uniform in a pile at his legs, he ascended to mount me waiting posed for him. Hard as a rock, his big dick opened me back up and face to the floor, his dark skinned finger being sucked in my mouth while he repeatedly pushed himself deep in me and I grabbed his clenched ass pulling it against me and slapping it for momentum.

“Harder! Yes! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” My back arched, face to the floor, I came hard and he pounded some more, “Yes, keep going, oh my God…” Pleasure exploding in my pussy made me cry for more, and he delivered with a slip and slide fuck until he came on my ass.

“Oh my.” He said with a chuckle and a wink. “It’s gonna be hard to focus at work.” Then he kissed me deep.

That knight Adolfo delivered two pussy-cats that night! What a man, what a man, what a very fine man!