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I have no idea if what I'm about to tell you has ever happened before, but in any case it is relevant for me to leave this record: I currently live in a middle/middle-class neighbourhood on the slopes of construction and that's why my side wall stands high above the floors of houses located across the street from where I live.
It's not something that can become a nuisance, and it is also undeniably causing some curiosity about the behavior of neighbors and vice versa. In this particular, the house whose bottom is enclosed in my retaining wall has always attracted enormous attention to me from all points of view: the voices of people who reside there and who as a rule like myself have a habit of speaking loud enough to be heard; the smells of food being prepared with great care, as well as marital and filial disputes that daily take place causing tremendous uproar and drawing attention even from the most unwary ones to those worshipping someone else's hut.
One day I was standing in the side corridor next to this backyard neighbor, looking up at the night sky and enjoying the beautiful blue moon while smoking a cigarette when suddenly a delicious smell of fresh food seeped into my hungry nostrils as well. It was a delightful scent of rice beans and steamed meatballs that no matter how much I wanted to ignore it could not do so because it was sumptuous and provocative.
-What a delicious smell of food made on time! <unk> commented my wife who came from the living room to the hallway, also attracted by the same tasty odor.
- Look, I'll tell you something <unk> commented me, always forgetting that my tone of voice is extremely high <unk> If one day they invite me to taste this food and meet who prepares it, I will accept immediately.
We both laughed at the comment and went on with our lives. That same week, something happened that made me much more curious: I was taking my morning walk in a circle around the square located just meters from my house when someone greeted me coming right behind me.
As I never refuse a greeting, I replied to hers without observing her and proceeded with my exercise because time is short and I must hurry. Later on I regretted my unforgivable attitude as I was not even able to look at the face of my interlocutor.
The most curious thing was that the scene repeated itself with some regularity in subsequent weeks on alternate days. Always this woman greeted me and I returned without paying much attention; until one day, when my walk stalled, I looked back and could visualize attentively the owner of the greeting: it was a middle-aged, sympathetic and smiling woman who waved to me before continuing her course along a path different from mine. I felt satisfied at least having an image associated with the voice of the salutation.
A few days later, I was walking home to work and noticed the same middle-aged woman standing on a street corner looking in my direction; it seemed as if she were waiting for me to leave her house. And that's exactly what happened because she started walking towards me. As I pulled up the remote control of an interior garage door, I kept staring at this person: She was a medium height female with reddish hair who dressed very casually wearing wide sweatpants and plaid shirts.
Interesting indeed was her face; it had a beauty disguised beneath the absence of makeup, displaying fleshy lips and deep brown eyes in a clean unmarked countenance framed by loose medium-cut hair and randomly combed.
-Well, at last! <unk> she quipped with a wide and welcoming smile <unk> That day in the square you barely looked at me!
- Forgive me! <unk> I answered, somewhat stubbornly <unk> It's just that I was in a hurry.
"Please, my name is Lygia", she said and held out her hand to me.
-So... <unk> I went on to Lygia bluntly <unk> When are you going to try my homemade treat?
My look of astonishment, coupled with the emphatic expression stamped on my face, clearly denounced that I didn't even know what this invitation was about. Lygia gave an unpretentious chuckle, and after an embarrassing pause she continued.
Didn't you say the other day that if invited to taste my food, I would accept immediately?
I couldn't resist and fell into a soft laugh which was accompanied by my interlocutor, whose smile was too insinuating.
-Well, my love! <unk> she replied still smiling <unk> the invitation is made ..., the day you choose it's up to you but I prefer that you let me know in advance because this allows me to do something more special. Having said that we exchanged cell phone numbers and she bid farewell by walking away from the car.
During the working day, my mind was focused on Lygia's simple and natural beauty and I started to imagine her naked ready for a good climb. At the end of the afternoon, I could not resist calling her. We talked briefly but very quickly because she was a nurse who worked in her shift.
That same week, I was surprised by Lygia's morning call asking if we could talk for a while because she felt lonely and needed someone to break the emptiness of her days.
Similarly, she commented on the other voices coming from my house; I replied that they were those of my wife and daughter. There was a moment's silence in which I imagined this remark could put an end to flirting between Lygia and me. I did not resist for long, and ended up asking if everything was all right or whether it would be a problem for our lunch.
At that moment Lygia reinforced the invitation made earlier, saying she was eager to see me taste her food and stopped making any further comment about my being married. I gave a chuckle and asked if it could be next day. She said yes and asked what were my culinary preferences.
I told her that the menu could be frugal, allowing her to choose what she thought was appropriate. We agreed on lunch for the next day at about noon and before hanging up asked if she should bring something like a drink or dessert.
-Just you come! <unk> she replied emphatically and with a tone of cowardice <unk> preferably in a regatta shirt and shorts like you usually do your walks, displaying those beautiful tattoos that you have.
So I said, "We're supposed to meet tomorrow and what are you wearing?"
"Look, my dear", she replied without losing her temper. "I usually wear panties and a bra when I'm at home... is that okay with you?"
I attacked back the provocation only one apron is a good size!
Lygia laughed a lot and then said good-bye to me. I went into work thinking of some way to dodge the case file and get an allowance for the next day. It was exhilarating getting time off that day! All right, let's savor Ligia's food...and something else too!
The next day everything started as usual; I took my wife and daughter to the Metro station, letting them go on with their routines. I didn't comment that I wouldn't be going to work that day because I did not want to "flag". I returned home, put on my running clothes and went out into the street. I ran like normal for fifty minutes and came back sweaty, tired, thirsty and above all hungry!
I took a refreshing shower and dressed as Lygia had suggested, looked at my watch to see that it was still very early in the morning.
Lygia's voice was sweet and provocative.
"But isn't it too early?" I asked in a surprised tone.
"Early for lunch, perhaps", she replied maliciously. "But not so we can get to know each other better".
- I'm on my way!
In a few minutes, I was in front of Lygia's house. I tapped on the intercom and after several minutes she opened a window sill at her front door, looked up to me and smiled. Immediately, I heard the buzzing sound of the magnetic lock unlocking the gate and letting me through. I closed it behind me and walked over to the main entrance, realizing that it had been unlocked and partially open. I entered the room and as soon as I took some steps the door shut; I turned towards her and saw Lygie ..., wearing only a cooking apron with an infant illustration underneath.
I looked at her and felt my dick get hard in the same moment; it pulsed inside my pants, pushing stubbornly through the fabric and making clear my state of excitement. Lygia was with a wiggling look and her parted lips seemed an invitation to debauchery that took care of us. The atmosphere smelled like sex and I knew someone should take the initiative. But before I realized it, Ligia had already approached me and taken the volume of his trousers with one hand, squeezing them firmly.
"What a hard, thick roll", she exclaimed.
I took Lygia in my arms and squeezed her against me, feeling the warmth of her delicious body; my hands slipped down her naked buttocks, stroking and clutching at her firm, rolling hips.
Within minutes Lygia was kneeling with my roll in her mouth, sucking and licking it with an uncontrolled voracity; she held the roll by its base with one hand, squeezing the lower vein, causing a delicious sensation of pleasure that ran through my body as chills.
I stroked her hair, threw my head back and let that delicious sensation take over me. Lygia delighted in my role and seemed to demonstrate that she could stay at this oral sex session for the rest of the day ..., the problem is I wanted more!
I gently got Lygia to let go of my roll and pulled her towards me, kissing her passionately as she tasted the sweet taste from his mouth. My partner looked a bit effeminate because after the third kiss he helped me take off my shirt while getting rid of her apron. Then she threw herself on the couch opening her legs and full affront and provocation at my male buds.
-Come, dear! <unk> she asked with languor in her voice <unk> come suck me ..., I love to be sucked and it's been a long time since they rewarded me for this.
I threw myself between Lygia's legs and let my tongue meet her waterlogged vagina, lovingly licking and sucking until it found the clitoris that was swollen, then began to suck with some vigor. It did not take long for my partner to groan into a scream of praise interrupted by sighs and irregular breathing; I held on to her through the buttocks over my hands which were tucked in between the sofa fabric and my companion's delightfully warm skin.
It didn't take long for me to provide Lygia with a delicious, intoxicating orgasm that revealed itself in moans and screams followed by the bitter taste flooding my mouth. I proceeded in my deep caress sucking and licking tightly until once again my partner announced the arrival of another orgasm...and yet another..., and yet another!
It was the most successful sequence of teasing I had ever given to a woman and I felt rewarded by compliments, groans and sighs from my partner who seemed to be swimming in her own juices.
- I want you to fuck me!
I climbed on it and began to delight myself with my partner's stuffy nipples which were so hard that they provoked licks, suckling and biting which I did not beg for, savoring without measure those pleasures. Lygia groaned and writhed as she stroked my hair and stood up her bust so that I could enjoy even more of her exuberant breasts.
-That, you kid! <unk> she said <unk> suck my breasts ..., tell me..., are they hot?
- They're delicious! <unk> I replied between a suck and another <unk> You are all tasty!
I stayed in those generous breasts, whose nipples were sucked by my mouth and tongue eager for more pleasure that I could enjoy. After a while, I decided it was time to penetrate my partner; without losing the rhythm of licking and suckling, I held the roll and pointed it towards her vagina, letting it slip inside unceremoniously.
It was a nice, hot penetration and as soon as the roller penetrated Lygia's vagina she groaned loudly holding me by my waist encouraging me to continue in this long-awaited fuck.
We fucked for as long as our bodies and energy permitted, with Lygia experiencing a sequence of increasingly intense orgasms accompanied by screams, moans and hisses sometimes outrageous at times the most restrained that situation would allow.
I cried out at the top of my lungs, "I can't take it anymore.
- Then enjoy, my macho! <unk> pleaded Lygia, bringing her mouth closer to my ear <unk> fill me with hot and tasty fucking that I want!
I exploded into a bountiful orgasm, feeling the jets of sperm projecting inside my partner's sweaty and glowing body as she clung to me for one last deeper penetration in order to receive her deserved load. Exhausted, I tried to get up but soon realized that there was no strength left; Lygia, receptive and welcoming, wrapped me around with her arms and legs, begging me to stay on top of her enjoying her warmth and the slippery texture of her perspiring skin.
We almost fell asleep for a few moments, slumbering on a small restful nap. It was Lygia who encouraged me to get up and suggested that I take a shower in the bathroom at the back of the house. I thanked him and ran naked towards him, going under warm water and letting it run down my body. When I finished, I was greeted by my partner, still nude, offering me a plush towel.
"How about lunch?" she said, with a big smile on her lips. And don't worry about staying as you are because I have no intention of getting dressed.
We sat down at the table and enjoyed our home-cooked meal, carefully prepared by my hostess whose taste and aroma were unparalleled. I relished that simple but tasty meal and then escorted my companion back to the living room where we remained seated on the couch embraced like two lovers exchanging kisses and small caresses. Inevitably, we ended up cuddling in love on the sofa, forgetting there was a world outside.
I woke up, or rather was awakened by the caresses of my partner kissing me as she manipulated my roll that already gave clear signs of a Phoenix-worthy rebirth. Lygia massaged the roll feeling its dimensions while we were kissing almost on the verge of new events madness. My hand walked indecorously over Ligia's buttocks sensing her rolled and firm shape.
The next moment, Lygia was on all fours on the couch as I tucked my face between her buttocks licking at her little anal opening. She moaned and her skin trembled with shiver from feeling the warm touch of my tongue. At times, I simulated a small penetration by stiffening my language and trying to insert it into my partner's tiny yet complacent anus.
Suddenly Lygia pushed me with her butt and ran to the kitchen, from there returning with a jar of margarine and a small bottle of honey. She went back to her previous position and asked that I taste her little saddlebag with some honey. With one hand she opened up her buttocks while in the other she let a sweet steak drip down into the valley formed by the bums.
As the viscous liquid approached her anus, Lygia propped up her ass causing it to settle around that little hole and I sucked out all of the honey leaving my partner deliriously moaning about how good this was enjoying another series of voluminous insane orgasms.
Unexpectedly, Lygia moved from the position in which she stood and after taking a small amount of margarine with two fingers on one hand began to lick my roll carefully and devotedly.
-I need to prepare this torah <unk> she said, without leaving aside her task <unk> After all, it's too thick for my ass...
Shortly afterwards she gave herself over to satisfaction, enjoying the final result of her work. Then Lygia lay on all fours upon the couch, taking care to make it sideways with her legs a little out from the seat in order to facilitate my penetration. I stood up and positioned myself behind my partner; I held the roll by its base while grabbing a small portion of margarine for lubricating her seal.
With one hand I held my partner firmly, asking her to open up a little more of her legs; still fastening the roller by its base, I brought it closer to the target and let the glans do their part, which was not very difficult as lubrication served its purpose.
The moment the glans tore through the resistance of Lygia's small anus folds and pushed inward, I felt that effort was quite uncomfortable since my partner had a tight little saddle (I learned later that this was only her second time!); she groaned loudly but held herself back by biting into the fabric on the sofa cushion.
I held my ground, for retreating was not the best option at that moment; after a few minutes to enable my partner to acclimate herself to her new situation, I proceeded in my charge, carefully burying the roll with small advances which were met by muffled groans and whispers.
Minutes later, my roller was completely buried in the rear wheel of my partner who did not wait long to start rolling around on the roller, asking me to punch it hard; I obeyed, stocking that little ass with vigorous and uninterrupted movements which went into a boundless crescendo, getting longer and deeper.
Without warning, I leaned over my partner's back and began to prick her clitoris with two fingers - a gesture that within moments had the desired effect: Lygia screamed announcing an almost endless delicious orgasm which was repeated in other sequences of lesser intensity.
We continued in our little sexual idyll long enough for Lygia to experience an incredible sensation of almost drowning herself into multiple orgasms that left her in a state of absolute surrender to pleasure. It was the most poignant experience of my life, and I will never forget the screams, moans, whispers and interrupted breaths from my partner who experienced with me an experience to be kept deep within your soul.
- I can't take it anymore!
-Enjoy, my love! <unk> she replied kindly <unk> But I want to feel this fucking in my mouth ..., you let?
Without waiting for any further word, I took the scroll out of my partner's insides and stood there expecting her to take up a position; Lygia knelt in front of me, grasped it by its base, squeezed gently while his other hand rubbed wildly against it.
It wasn't long before I was enjoying myself, ejaculating like a wild animal as jets of hot and viscous sperm shot into my partner's face. When it was all over, we were at the edge of our bodies falling on the couch and going to sleep almost instantly.
Near the end of the afternoon, I was awakened by Lygia sucking on my roll which even after so much effort still showed signs of resistance. We fucked one more time and had fun like crazy beyond our body's limits we decided that the best thing to do would be to collect our "arms" and wait for a new opportunity
Already dressed and embraced, we stood near the exit door; we hugged warmly and after a few more passionate kisses looked at each other, unable to put into words the sublime feeling that day had given us.
"The next time you come", Lygia said softly, "I'll make some dessert.
"How about chantily and strawberries?" I replied with an air of provocation.
We laughed at each other and I went on my way, if any more meetings happened?