Eater

I've already recorded in a previous story, the privilege I have of working at a gas station in the Campinas region, and of being able to catch beautiful women in their luxurious cars, showing their panties, my true tara, or even an obsession. The fact is, I love these delicious feminine intimate pieces that populate our most desirable fantasies. I remember it as if it were today, a brunette in a silver Peugeot, who always came to the gas station, but her serious and compenetrated air, never allowed a closer approach to anyone, but always left in the air a mysterious way. No one ever knew his name, address or anything else in his personal life, not even if he was married or single. And that exact way of difficult woman that made me want her hot. One day, when I finished filling up, she gave me her credit card, and as I was heading to the cashier to pass it, I had the happy idea to look at it and finally find out its name, Eliana (fictitious). When I came back with the invoice, and I asked her to sign, I decided to call her by name. “Please, Miss Eliana, be kind enough to sign the invoice,” I told you. She then looked at me from top to bottom, and only then did she seem to have noticed that there was someone at her side. Seeming a little surprised asked who had told me his name, “It was my intuition”, I replied in the biggest face of dick. She gave me a naughty smile, (at least I found it at the time), told me, “thank you for the lady”, then ask “do you know how old I am?” I replied to her that age was just a detail that would not come to the case for that moment. Taking advantage that she was wearing a black dress, short, I offered to look in front of the car. She consented to me looking, but she asked me to help her open the hood of the car because she couldn't. Then I could smell her delicious smell of female, which almost got me drunk, all under a delicious smile on her lips. When I finished the job, she thanked me, and with the same smile, she said to me, “You were very kind to me, I love it when I am praised,” she had discovered her weak spot. Since I'm married and very secretive, I haven't told anyone anything, not even my coworkers, that if they've suspected something, they haven't told me anything either. The days have passed with nothing new, except my anxiety to reveal it. But looking like the one who wanted to test me and value me, she disappeared. I didn't care much because I love this seduction mood, and I'm kind of patient. In a beautiful Saturday she came back in the morning, passed through the middle of the station with her car, looked at me in the rearview mirror and once again gave her naughty smile. He stopped the car near the office, went down, and only ten meters from me, I could finally see his beautiful body, 5'7", thick, well-made thighs, small, firm breasts, at least his blouse would let out. He talked to the manager for a few minutes, then walked out the door and looked like he was expecting something. Soon after the manager left and called me, with a car key in his hand. “ Look this lady brought this car to wash, and wants someone to take her home to return with the car at the station, won't you take her?”, almost fell on my back, but I tried to stay calm, assuming an extremely professional posture. On the way, we talked amenities, such as weather conditions, transit, politics and such, but I was crazy to put something bolder, which came, in the classic shift of march, and a bump on their thighs. She stood still, only noticed an eye-butt look under the sunglasses, and a bite on the lower lips. It was the password I needed, with my heart beating at a thousand times and my hands sweating cold. Already at her house, as she went down, I kept the engine running, giving away the looks of who would leave. She tells me then to turn off the car and invites me smiling to come in and have a drink. I told you I was on duty and it could get me into trouble. With the most seductive smile in the world, she says to me, “Will you reject an invitation from me? Without ceremonies I entered, and already in the clothesline, I observed several panties (my tara) exposed to dry, and I fantasized madness. She came out of the kitchen with a juicy jug on her hands and a glass, and she told me to drink and make herself comfortable, that she would put on a lighter suit. I confess that my heart accelerated when she appeared in the room in black lycra shorts, staring at me with a look of desire. She realized I was amazed, asked me how she was doing. I just answered. “You’re not, you’re fantastic.” She approached me, looking me deep in the eye and told me, repeat what you said. I couldn't and didn't have time, we joined in a gentle kiss at first, then mop, with tongues and lips almost merging. I began to pass my hands in a circular way to put her back on, as if I were massaging her, then descending to her firm, hard butt, which delights, I seemed to be in paradise. I could feel his breath gasping, and his fleshy lips would walk around and put my neck and ear. We fell to the ground, desperate, needy and thirsting for love, while his hands removed my apron from the uniform, and descended further down wanting to free my limb, hard as a rock and soaked with love. She takes off her blouse and bra and I see two soft, delicate pears to suck. I fell like a hungry baby, sucking with desire and passion, while his groans in my ears made the volcano Vesuvius asleep in me, waking up in lava of desire and uncontrollable hornyness. She sighs deeply when she sees my erect penis and like a wolf in heat, literally falls out of her mouth, devouring and sucking it with the biggest boner, pulling from me almost a cry of pain. When she comes down in her shorts and I see those tiny white panties, I beg you to let me suck her, which I was readily attended to, pulling her aside and gently passing her tongue on her clit, while caressing her beautiful breasts. I then hear her say to me in a pleading tone, “I can’t stand it anymore, eat me, devour me, penetrate me, I want to feel you whole inside me”. That day I posed as a subject, obeying the orders of his gentle queen. The story ends with me having to explain to the manager why it took so long (I made up some excuse), and happy to have fulfilled the dream of his life. You woman who wants something yummy and a delicious adventure, send me an e-mail, and also couples whose husband is voyeur and wants to see me make her happy, tell me, okay? I'm light brown, 5'2", brown hair and eyes, hairy and weighing 75 kilos. Kisses to everyone. [email protected]