Mexican Pleasures

When he rang my phone that Friday morning, I didn't recognize the number; it was not in my calendar, but nevertheless I answered... Aff! It was my father saying he had already been to São Paulo (coming from Mexico) since last night and invited me to visit his residence. Perceiving my hesitation, he insisted on the invitation arguing that he needed to talk with me personally.
It was arranged that I would go the next day. (Laughter) He knew he'd made a wrong choice in agreeing to meet him, and as long as we were apart it just cooled off some of our chemistry which had always been there between us.
I told them at home that tomorrow morning, I'd go to the agency in São Paulo and do some work.
My father commented that the house had a swimming pool and I could wear bathing suits, which reminded me how much fun it was to provoke my dad by wearing suggestive clothing that highlighted parts of my body.
I was going to reactivate the game, so I chose only bikini with floss panties <unk> not at the extreme, a little bit bigger <unk> wanted to look bold but still like feeling comfortable and simultaneously attractive provocative.
The next day, I went to São Paulo as arranged with my father.
I called him when we got to the Barra Funda Metro. We met at the exit where the blockades are, and after embracing each other we went home where he said that he would stay for 90 days before returning to Mexico.
On the subway ride home, I tried to make him understand that our intimate relationship was in the past and at this moment I wanted and needed him only as my father. However, my body's desire wasn't synchronized with my words. As he embraced me against station locks, I again became a victim of that tremor followed by shivering which chokes the throat, speeds up the heart and warms sex causing unhealthy cravings and leaving my being full of instant desires. I wanted to be strong enough to control these feelings and instincts, not let them know how submissive I become in certain situations by letting go of all four wheels completely surrendered. Fortunately we were in a public place otherwise I would have looked for his mouth, rubbed my body on it and only God knows what else I'd roll afterwards. We continued hugging until the parking lot and I was able to control my desires, remember her footsteps with me and my mother but impossible not to recall the various moments of pleasure and madness.
It was a short drive and we arrived at home, Aff! What an enormous house. North area of São Paulo near Campo de Marte. I began to get very worried and asked myself: <unk>who is my father involved in this moment?<unk>It would be necessary to have much money for all that.
Answering my question if he had rented the house, answered that it was a friend's, same one was spending season in Europe, ceded the house as courtesy for services rendered by my father in past. <unk>Better not to ask what were those services? I thought.
I was looking at the balconies of these rooms overlooking a backyard that looked more like a park with barbecue grill and pizza oven, next to a swimming pool.
I thought with a smile: "With the money from selling this house, you'll never have to work again".
We went inside the residence, I was still thinking about how our relationship will be from now on. My thoughts were diverted by seeing a girl in shorts and bikini top walking through the room. After greetings, it became known that Isabela is Mexican and came with her father and mother, the couple works for my dad.
Even though they didn't say anything about having an affair, I could tell by the looks and gestures that she and my father were together.
Next, I met Palmira and Leandro - the young woman's mother and father.
Leandro... pleasant surprise. You know when you look deeply into the eyes of another person and feel that they have already lived something in another life? And now want to relive it all again, and more intensely? Because this is what I felt as our gazes crossed. That man six feet tall with muscles, light brown hair, dark curled short. His face is hard and serious. "I wish" thought almost speaking. However, I managed to control my feminine instincts. I'm having enough problems at the moment, need solutions not trouble anymore.
Soon I was wearing a bikini and everyone in the house were at the pool, already knew that Leandro is not Isabela's father but stepfather.
The afternoon passed very quickly, it was getting dark and I asked my father what he wanted to talk about with me because I would be leaving, sleeping at my mother's house in San Caetano and going back to Brotas the next day.
He explained that he did not just want to talk, but wanted the company of his daughter who had missed me so much during all this time we were apart.
I didn't want to go to my mother either, so I accepted an invitation to spend the night at my father's house tomorrow afternoon back in Brotas.
It was after midnight when everyone went to bed, and before that I had to manage some of my father's raids but easily escaped his harassment.
I was alone in one of the rooms and thinking about all that I had observed that day. About the young girl: I imagine she has been handed over to my father (by her mother and stepfather) for benefits <unk> money in case <unk> however, she really seems to have a passion for the crown. This bothers me very much, mainly because she appears to be ambitious and the type who does not accept losing so easily.
I didn't feel a friendly atmosphere between her and her parents. Without wanting to be noticed, I watched the three of them talking together; from the tone and level of conversation it seems that she hates them. In front of my father she plays coy and innocent. I already know this tactic of dressing in lambskin but knowing how to be very seductive so as to drive her target crazy <unk> for instance, my dad is acting contradictorily (I am afraid, not willingly, however). Expert girl who knows how to make his game of irresistible seduction work well.
Putz! I couldn't sleep, my stomach was burning from too many doses of tequila and lemon. Quietly because I did not want to disturb anyone, I went down into the kitchen. I would look for some antacid or something to make a tea.
I started searching in the kitchen, opened a couple of doors downstairs on the counter -- nothing but pots and pans and cleaning supplies. Opened upstairs doorways and stretched myself trying to get some teabags off the top shelf. Almost died from fright when I felt a presence behind me that could only turn my head because it was almost glued onto my body.
"Can I help you?" asked Leandro with a serious face.
What a fright you gave me! I muttered.
Pointing to a small box in the closet, I explained that I wanted chamomile tea for my heartburn.
He was still behind me, he just reached out and took the tea.
Do you need help with the stove?
That look again penetrating my soul and secret desires fuck the other problems, I won't resist the chance to live such intense moments this may be the only chance of staying with this cat.
I responded by encouraging him to find out what my feeling was, betting on the power of my seductive gaze.
He was great at evaluating looks, he got rid of the tea and came over to me hugging and kissing. Wow! That's what I imagined from the first look, it was high tension, stimulating shocks went through my body feeling his mouth warm and full of voluptuousness, his body pressed mine against the counter and I embraced him and squeezed that more masculine body trying to fuse it into mine. When she took her out of my mouth and descended towards my breasts which were already outside because in caresses he lifted up my regatta.
I'm afraid someone will catch us!
He reassured me by saying that people sleep a lot and don't get up at night. Kneeled down on the floor and played with my xotinha squeezing his thumb and forefinger, still above my shorts. I curled all over myself, was afraid of someone appearing, my father, for example, but when he thought about it only increased my desire to love this man and be owned in every way in that kitchen. He kissed me all the way down my shorts to the middle of my legs, and I had a hard time not moaning loudly when his mouth touched my sex then penetrated by his tongue.
He stood up, came down and took off his sweatpants, I with the movements of my legs made my shorts go to my feet and got rid of him. I stayed on my back with a bent body and hands resting on the counter, the man fixed its member in my little crack, were two rubs and penetrated me, Ohoo! Now I would not let it stop even if my father arrived armed.
Moments of magic, infinite pleasures were the next few minutes and when I reached my climax what it felt like is impossible to narrate... ah! must have floated across the galaxy and returned limp and nearly fainted as i felt his limb pulse still feeling my spasms preparing me for the grand finale where i would be filled with his sperm however he took from inside and mocked out on my ass.
We took a paper towel and cleaned ourselves up, I didn't even remember the heartburn anymore.
Kisses my friends, until next time!