Old and Sweet Reminders (Part Two)

A short time later we were in front of the boutique of Mary's mistress (whose name, I would soon find out was Suzanne). She looked at me with a serious look and after a brief moment stared deeply into my eyes and said:
-Look here, pretty boy..., I really liked you, but I'm not looking for adventure ..., want a man to me and only me ...
- I am that man! <unk> interrupted affirming with conviction.
You're too young, I'm a grown woman.
- It's up to us! <unk> I completed with an assertive tone of voice
"Look, I'm going to believe you", she said jokingly.
I answered without hesitation.
"All right", she agreed, handing me a piece of paper. That's the phone number from here... whenever you want to call it".
I took the paper in my hands and told her that I would call on Monday to hand over my phone. Maria smiled at me, and we parted with a long kiss of goodbye. After she came inside, I went home feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. In those days there were no cell phones, so when she gave me her work number it meant an enormous test of trust.
Monday morning and the routine resumed its course. I worked that day only with Maria in my thoughts. Resisted as much as possible, and at the end of the afternoon ran to the client's operating room which was already unoccupied, picked up the phone and called her. Hearing her voice was a consolation for my teenage anxiety. We talked about everything concerning them both; we found out that his son is named Lucas who is nine years old; he lives with Mary's mother during the week because he studied in a college in the same region and came to visit on Sundays and holidays.
Maria spoke of him with remarkable affection, just as she praised her mistress Suzanne who had helped her since she found herself alone with a child to raise. And when I asked about her husband, she preferred to say that he was an "alien" and never saw him again. After some minutes our conversation turned into the mutual interest in meeting each other again.
- Whenever you want, you can come here <unk> she said kindly <unk> but preferably in the late afternoon more towards evening.
-Look, I'm really going to go.
- You can come, my love <unk> she confirmed <unk> I'll always be waiting for you...
- All right. I'll go on ahead and warn you before we leave...
We talked some more and parted to talk further the next day, and I asked at the end if we could meet for a weekend. "'If you want,' of course", Mary replied, completing with an insinuating sentence: 'But if you come here during the week, we can enjoy a little bit more than what happened last Saturday.'
The next morning on my way to work, I conjectured the possibility of going with Mary as long as I could drive downtown some day... at that time working by car involved expenses which my meager budget was not able to afford but still worthwhile.
On Thursday, I left home on a motorcycle. I parked my car in the parking lot of Plaza Carlos Gomes and drove to work at Rua Direita corner 15 de Novembro. It was an arduous day filled with anxiety because all I could think about was meeting Maria and having her for myself once more. At eighteen o'clock, I rushed to the phone and called her asking if she would let me see her that same day. Mary was delighted to hear that we would see each other later in the day; she told me to come between nine and twenty o'clock, because her mistress had gone out for dinner with friends and would be back very late. She gave me the address and said she would wait for me.
I stayed in the office until about eleven o'clock and then came down, went to the parking lot and followed from there for my meeting with Mary. It was a day like any other, with traffic, crowded avenues and a slow kill ..., but I was happy ... after all, I was going to meet Maria!
In a short time by the standards of that period I was on the street indicated by Maria. I don't remember its name anymore, only that it lay in the vicinity of Villa Mariana just after Paradise. It was an Alameda wooded and well-lit. The boutique, as also Suzanna's residence, stood at one corner flanked by a small square shaped like a triangle.
It was an old but well-preserved mansion whose front had been remodeled to look like a discreet store, in keeping with the style of that time. I locked my car and walked up to the main door, which was wooden with a dimly lit frame. There was indirect light illuminating its interior and I took a deep breath before ringing the bell.
Soon a brighter light lit up the side corridor, and I saw Mary's silhouette coming through it to the door. When she opened it we were both taken by an inexplicable dazzlement: She was wearing a soft gypsy-style blouse with bare shoulders whose texture revealed more than concealed that of Maria who wore no bra. The skirt was some kind of long Indian sari where only her beautiful little feet could be seen worn on Havana Chinese heels.
Our smiles did not conceal the rapture that had taken over our interiors; I for seeing her in beautiful clothes and with sensuality of its own, she in turn to see me wearing a suit and using tie in typical executive style. She invited me inside and as soon as I have done so, an open-smiling boy came to keep us company. It was Lucas, his son. He looked at me seriously but then exhibited a new naive smile.
Maria ordered him back to the kitchen and took me by the hand, leading me across the hallway. We entered what looked more like a spacious changing room where customers could probably try on clothes for sale. Immediately we embraced and kissed tenderly.
My abused hands began to boil Mary's body, and in an instant her breasts were bare, displaying their shivering nipples for me; I fell mouth-to-mouth into those delights, sucking and licking as she stroked my hair (yes, at that time I still had a lot of it).
Our frenzy was growing without restraint and in an instant, Mary's skirt had already gone to the floor. The same thing happened with my trousers and panties. Maria held my roll hard and massaged it affectionately while I still sucked on her intoxicated breasts. Like scenes from a frenetic movie, Mary knelt down before me and started sucking my dick that was so hard it hurt.
In the next scene she had her back to me, leaning against a wall and grabbing her ass so that I could penetrate it right there... which is what I did since both my roll and her butt were properly oiled.
However, to my surprise and that of Mary as well, sounds and noises coming from inside the shop indicated that we were not alone in this place anymore! By all indications Suzanne had returned earlier from her dinner. Immediately Maria pulled up her skirt and raised her blouse by its hems forcing me to pull out the scroll on it; she looked at me, kissed me and asked me to stay right there because she would try to circumvent the situation by disappearing behind the hallway door which closed.
I dressed as it was, and stood there trembling with fear and anxiety about what might happen to Mary. And suddenly the door opened! A tall slender elegant figure appeared in front of me; she was this "Dona Suzana", the mistress. She looked at me with an upper eyebrow, shooting out her huge black eyes...and I just waited ...
"You will do me the favor of leaving!" she said in an austere and firm tone. And don't ever dare to come back, you understand?
I don't remember if I said anything back, but I just remember sticking my tail between her legs and getting out of there as fast as I could! I ran to the car and when I was starting it up someone hit the glass on the opposite side. It was my sweet Maria. She had a watery look in her eyes and apologized to me. I replied that she didn't have to apologize, but it is I who should be sorry.
-You'll call me tomorrow? she asked, in a hushed voice.
I answered, unsure and still stunned by everything that had happened.
I got home, took a bath and lay in bed thinking about Mary and what might happen to her and the baby.
When the next day came, I went to work and plunged into the madness that was the financial market at the time. I tried to forget about last night but Mary's face with her watery eyes did not leave my head. It was after eight o'clock in the evening and I had already given up going to college that day; I didn't have a brain or patience for attending classes.
From my office, I heard the telephone ringing from the customer operations desk; so I went over and answered it.
It was Mary's voice, almost an inaudible and distant filet.
-Of course not, my love! <unk> I replied promptly <unk>I'm ashamed of the situation that I put you in...
- But it was my fault! <unk> she interrupted emphatically <unk> I'm the one who invited you...
-I know <unk> I replied weakly <unk> But, it was not to be so...
At this point, Maria wouldn't let me continue. She told me that she had talked with her boss and after a while they got along just as Suzana understood my (or rather our) anxiety, and in the end she said to Mary that she thought I was "pretty". We laughed at that remark and I felt better and calmer.
"Shall we go out on Saturday?" asked Mary, with some hesitation in her voice.
-It's what I want most <unk>I replied, feeling excited. And you?
- So do I! <unk> She agreed, continuing hesitantly <unk> But there is one condition...
I asked, curious and also frightened.
"Mrs. Suzanne wants you to come and pick me up here", said Mary, still hesitating.
-All right, my beautiful <unk> I answered without fear <unk> And at what time do I pick you up?
- For me, the sooner the better! <unk> joked Maria <unk> But it can be there by eight, all right?
- I'll count the minutes.
"I wanted to ask you something", Mary said before I hung up.
-Whatever you want, my sweet <unk> I answered kindly.
"Can you come dressed the same as yesterday?" she asked in a childish tone.
- Suit and tie? I asked, wanting to laugh.
- Yes, she said.
- I do everything you ask <unk> answered promptly.
We said good-bye, eager for Saturday to arrive as soon as possible. And when I woke up in the morning, I felt an anxiety that I had never felt before in my life. I tried to occupy myself with something in order to relieve so much tension (and hardness too!). I washed my car and helped my parents. By about 18 o'clock I was already bathed and wearing a work suit. My mother peered curiously but did not dare make any comment.
I left home at about half past nine, and unfortunately arrived late. Parked my car in front of the boutique and as I was driving to the main door it opened up and Mrs Suzanne came out! A chill ran down my spine but still I went on ahead. She greeted me and I returned; before I entered she apologized for what had happened, saying that Mary was a very dear person to her and did not expect her to bring anyone into her house when she was absent.
I said that I understood her situation and she reached out to me in a gesture of friendship. And just as we were shaking hands, Maria came up from behind. She was beautiful in a red dress with wide sleeves whose neckline highlighted her lovely breasts. We kissed and then took our leave of Suzanne. We got into my car and drove off.
On the way I told how beautiful Mary was, and she got carried away with my praise. She said that we could go anywhere she wanted to. She came up to me, put her head on my shoulder and said: "I want to go somewhere where we can stay together all night".
The hotel that I had discovered on my wanderings was a little better than the previous one; it was close to Rue Vergueiro, and at least it was a bit more discreet. I parked the car in front because there wasn't any parking space and helped Maria down. We quickly passed through reception and went into the room which stood at the end of a long corridor on the ground floor.
I turned on the FM radio, whose controls were placed at the head of her round bed while Mary dimmed the lights. We began to dance in embraces and exchanged kisses and gentle caresses. I took advantage of smelling her perfume by kissing her neck and making her feel various shivers.
When I tried to undress her, Mary walked away saying that she had a surprise for me. She asked me to unzip the zipper of her dress which was on its back and then let it slide down onto the floor displaying an adhesive covering her body highlighting her buttocks and waistline. "I want to see you take this off here", she challenged, looking over my shoulder and grinning viciously.
I walked up to her and hugged her from behind, squeezing her body against mine and nibbling on her neck and back of the head; Mary groaned as she clenched her ass by rubbing my dick over her pants. She turned around and we sealed each other in a sequence of warm wet kisses.
My memory was lucky, because my mother sold lingerie and an idea came to me like a flash. I pushed Mary up on the bed and made her lie down with both legs open. I dived between her thighs and found it! It was a small set of bracelets which I unhooked one by one and when finished let the parts separate revealing the silky hair sketch whose brilliance denounced the extent of my partner's excitement.
Immediately, I tasted that lovely little sketch of my female; licked the whole region and after sucking on the tissue with my fingertips searched for the clitoris. Found it hard and throbbing waiting for my eager mouth and languorous tongue! Maria began to groan softly as she writhed over the bed caressing my hair and experiencing new sensations which then dissolved into a gentle orgasm full of sighs.
Excitedly, Mary pushed me to stand while she undressed me piece by piece. She took off my jacket, unbuttoned the tie and made it slide down her neck; unbutted my shirt kissing my breast and licking my nipples; unsheathed my belt and unbuttons my trousers letting them slip onto the floor. Dauntlessly, Maria pressed the volume against the linen fabric of my coat with a sigh in my ear. It was at that moment I saw stars ..., the most beautiful ones of all my life!
Shortly afterwards, Maria knelt down in front of me and took off my shoes and socks (I confess it was such a sublime thing that to this day shines bright on my memory). Upon getting up, she asked me to get rid of her bodice (which I later learned was a "body suit"). Naked, she kneeled again and let the panties slowly come down releasing my scroll which jumped pointing towards her face. Mary held them delicately by their base and kissed the glans alternating small sweet licks.
In ecstasy I stroked Mary's hair, feeling her tongue play with my limb as hard as stone! And my resistance was feeble, forcing me to take that woman in my arms and carry her into bed; I made her lie down and stood on top of her, sucking at her breasts and tasting those tough nipples and her rosy aureolas; Maria moaned and said how I did it skillfully and lovingly.
I let my scroll rub her vaginal region, soaking in the moisture that trickled down into hot and provocative little drops. Mary even begged me to bury it deep inside her mouthpiece; but I preferred to prolong the sweetest of tortures, almost driving madness over my long-suffering partner by sealing my mouth with his licentious kisses and licking my ear as she whispered how much she wished to be fucked by me until the night was done.
I stared into those beautiful black eyes as I let my roll slide inside of my female, fitting in with millimetric precision... As if that sketch had been designed exclusively to accommodate my cock within it.
We began to fuck in slow, long movements that gradually became faster and more intense. It wasn't long before my partner experienced a short sequence of orgasms which she would later confess never had with any other male.
I was so full of energy, that it felt like a never-ending fuck..., and there followed intense slow movements alternating from moment to moment, allowing Mary to enjoy more orgasms, moaning, sighing and smiling at me, and only for me.
After a few hours, sweating and exhausted from the effort, we slouched off for some well-deserved rest; I lay down beside her, and immediately Mary turned to me, wrapping my body around her arm and thigh, asking for one more kiss ..., and another..., and another ...
We took a nap, ordered some soft drinks at the reception desk and talked for a while getting to know each other better and feeling an intimacy that I had never felt before or would ever feel again. Mary was everything a man expects from a woman... affectionate, sensual, cheerful and relaxed..., so we were fucking again only this time Maria was riding me like an amazon.
Time and again, she rested her hands on my shoulders, widening the arc of her movements or even letting her pelvis and waist roll over my scroll that remained hard as stone, giving no respite to her little sketch.
Another time Mary sat on the roll, kneading my balls onto her opulent buttocks and pretending to dance over me. Her smile and expression of pleasure at every orgasm were so intense that I felt fulfilled by giving pleasure to a beautiful and delightful woman.
We fucked hard, and then I told her that she needed to have fun ..., she looked at me and asked me to do it on his breasts ... immediately he jumped over me, lying down beside; I got up on my knees on the bed, holding a roll on Mary's sweaty chest and began punching forcefully until the explosion of semen occurred in an intense and torrential way. I left Mary's breasts entirely smeared with hot, slimy fucking; she in turn smiled at me while spreading the turmeric over her boobs and belly, saying that she had read somewhere that it was good for skin.
Defeated, sweaty and very tired we fell asleep with Mary's back to me in the shell position. It was a delightful night, and a restful sleep that warmed body, soul and spirit.
It was Sunday morning when I was awakened by the insinuating movements of Mary's buttocks brushing against my belly and roll. Woke up with delightful bodily motions from my partner, I felt re-animated to continue where it had left off. Unpretentiously, I let my erect roller settle between Maria's butt cheeks; upon feeling my hard roller start pulsating right near her little seat she groaned sweetly.
-Look there, my love <unk> she growled in a sly little cat's tone <unk> that hole does not belong to you!
"I know he doesn't belong to me", I answered, nibbling at his earlobe. But who knows? He might still be mine".
-It may be ..., kkkkkkkk <unk> she laughed in reply <unk> But for now it remains as is ...
We laughed our asses off as Mary turned to me and asked for a kiss that was immediately returned, embracing us and feeling the pulse of our bodies. And within minutes we were fucking again; first Mary got down but then she begged me to ride, which request was promptly granted; while she danced on my belly I stroked her beautiful breasts, nibbling at her tough little nipples and making her groan with excitement.
We completely lost track of time, and when our bodies were glowing with sweat running down their beaks Mary asked if I didn't want to make fun. "With you here for the rest of my life!" I replied; Maria smiled and continued dancing over me; she savored a wave of orgasms that came one after another celebrated by groans and compliments interrupted by breathlessness.
Unfortunately, as I felt my partner's orgasms licking at my belly, I sensed through a spasm that nature and physiology were demanding their due.
Mary begged me to wait for a while, as she wanted me to enjoy in her mouth! I was surprised and at the same time flattered by this request. She jumped onto the side of the bed and called me down on my knees with the scroll pointing towards her mouth. I obeyed and began masturbating quickly. The moment that I announced eager enjoyment, Maria grabbed the roll and pulled it into her mouth, receiving the load of hot slimy sperm gushing out in vigorous jets.
My body was contracting, but Mary's hand would not allow me to move; when she had finished, proudly displayed her mouth full of cock and swallowed it immediately. She smiled at me and asked for a kiss, which I answered by feeling the taste of my load on her tongue.
I lay down beside her to hear the one sentence that she never expected: "It was my first time doing this... and it's for you, sweetheart!"
I could have ended this (true) story in many different ways, and all of them would be acceptable. But because it was an unforgettable experience, I prefer to tell the truth...I ended up losing that woman through my ignorance, my inexperience and most importantly my lack of sensitivity. I caused Mary needless suffering, and even long afterwards condemned myself for what I had done.
Many years later, we accidentally ran into each other in the old city center. She was still beautiful and sexy and delicious ... and I ..., well, I remained a perfect idiot.
To this day I remember our last transaction, in which we fucked for almost the whole weekend, separating only when it was Sunday night. We took a bath together and enjoyed our smelly and dry bodies as if it were the first time ..., Maria told me that she intended to rent a house or a small apartment and bring her son to live with her ... asked after all whether I would continue seeing her anyway. And I said yes (because that's what I wanted) ..., but in the end I left her for an awkward and shameful reason which I prefer not to reveal..., and today, when finishing this tale (deposition), I confess that Maria was the woman of my life and if I wasn't a fool, certainly would be by her side until the end of my days.