The greedy and unsatisfied cleaning assistant

With the arrival of middle age, I got accustomed to frequenting supermarkets with the dexterity and cunning of a good consumer, learning to choose fruits, vegetables and vegetables like no one else. However, what made me happiest was the possibility to observe beautiful women who sometimes seemed to be available to the eyes and desires of a male hunter who knows how to seize opportunities. As you well know <unk> or will know from now on <unk> I love women in uniform, because the uniform (whatever it is) hides, most of the time, something surprising, ... it is a game of insinuations that can give us something really worthwhile.
So whenever I go to the market, I carefully observe the waiters, the managers, the supervisors, and especially the cleaning and conservation workers, because in most cases that light blue or gray uniform hides a delightful surprise. And that's what happened one day when I was doing my usual shopping in a supermarket near my house. I was absorbed in choosing some seasonal fruits and when I turned to deposit the chosen ones that were packaged in a plastic bag in the cart, I stumbled upon a beautiful brunette in her thirties. She immediately blushed and apologized to me in a hoarse voice. I smiled at her and replied that it was all my fault, but that I hadn't washed it yet that I was delighted to see such a beautiful woman. My gallant wife was more embarrassed and sincere than anything else.
However, the environment and the tribulations forced my new acquaintance to go away, seeking to attend to her affairs. As she went away, I continued to stare at her from behind and fixed my gaze on her neck as if wanting her to feel the desire spreading through my bowels contaminating me with the intense desire to see her naked, for I was sure that under that uniform there was a fiery brunette and a good bed.
Although I was tied to schedules and commitments, my "second head" spoke louder (almost shouting), which is why I did not make a plea and started following the brunette, keeping a discreet distance and careful not to seem too obvious what my intentions were. In fact, it is worth saying that that day I had gone to the market unaccompanied; or one more reason for me not to waste that golden opportunity.
For a while it seemed more like a cat-and-mouse chase, because every time she changed direction or returned to the previous point, I had to back off or remain still so that she didn't notice my presence. Ah, my sweet delusion that a woman didn't notice a man's instinctive interest. I never doubted that, but still, I acted like a teenager, hoping that she wouldn't notice me until the moment when she could "pull the boat". And what was my surprise when hunting past the prey because this woman approached me without my realizing it, asking if I needed anything.
I answered without fear of being happy. She looked at me with the typical look of surprise and censure, where each of these feelings waged an inner struggle to know who would come out the winner. And this struggle was soon ended when she gave me a sweet and discreet smile.
-Not in here, no lad! I could lose my job... <unk> she said those words with an insecure voice that denounced her desire not to give me just her phone number. She winked and walked away without saying anything. I confess, it was frustrating!
She walked away from me with a rolling step and after a few meters turned and blinked again with a crooked smile on her lips. I was still under the effect of her reprimand and therefore did not pay attention to the look and much less to the smile. I finally decided that the best thing to do was to go on my way, since that chance I had given up for lost.
I finished my shopping and walked through the checkout on my way out to my car. And to my utter surprise, ... there she was! She looked a bit dismissive and looked at me with disdain as I pushed the shopping cart on my way. I thought about stopping and making another attempt, but I thought it best to keep going.
As I approached the vehicle and opened the trunk, I was startled to see her next to me holding a mobile phone in one hand. She smiled again and held it out to me.
-You didn't want my number? Why don't you copy it on your device? By the way, what's your name? <unk> your voice was sweet and soft, different from the one that had caught my attention a few minutes ago. I told him my name, while I took the device from his hands to record the number in the memory of mine. When I finished I asked what his name was.
- My name is Tereza ... and why did a handsome man like you pay attention to a woman like me? What do you want from me? <unk> Tereza was incisive in her questions and by the way she articulated them, I immediately realized that she had a certain amount of training and knowledge that went beyond those required of a person working in that type of activity (not that I mean by this something that I despise, but this is just an everyday observation, in fact I know many women in this field who are much more than you can imagine!).
I let out a soft chatter, but Tereza was not content with my idle chatter, and, after interrupting me, asked me to call her as soon as I could, and that she would look forward to it. Having said this, she turned her back and walked away from me, so that I was struck by the presence of that woman's spirit - something that further aroused my libido!
I called her three times that day and in none of them I was lucky. My phone fell in the mailbox and I didn't know if I could leave a message. When I thought that everything was lost, my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen and there was information from a "private number". I listened with my heart leaping, imagining that anything could happen. To my relief, it was Tereza on the other end of the line. Out of the blue, she asked me what I wanted with her and why I had harassed her in the market.
I took a deep breath and said in one breath that I found her an exciting woman and wanted to fuck her. Tereza laughed on the phone and after a few seconds praised me for my sincerity, replying that she had also found me interesting and wanted to fuck me too. But her next question left me at a loss.
- And when? Now? Or are you married and need to have a little escape to eat me? <unk> Tereza's objectivity was striking and I was perplexed thinking how to respond to that provocation. I breathed controlled and answered that I was married, but that I was not caped and that if she wanted to climb with me at that moment, I would find a way. Again, she laughed.
- No, my sweet, today can not say no, ... but, what day is good for you?
- On Friday, how about, can be? <unk> I asked sharply and not afraid to be happy.
Let me see... but at what time?
- It's up to you, delight!
"Can we have breakfast, you bastard?" I immediately agreed, and then we arranged how we would meet. Teresa told me that on Fridays she would start her shift at about four o'clock and that if I wanted we could meet at the next one, a suggestion to which I immediately agreed. He laughed on the phone and asked where we would meet, to which I replied that wherever she wanted.
"Where would it be easier for us to go straight to a motel?" Tereza said in the typical wailing voice of those who had found humor in their own audacity. I then told her that the best place would be in the square near the market and that from there we would go to a motel I knew in the vicinity.
-All right, you bastard... see you on Friday and see if you won't kick me out, huh! I know I'm quite vindictive when I'm left behind, you see! <unk> Tereza said those words with an intonation of pleasure mixed with threat and provocation (all at the same time), something that made me even more excited, because I felt my dick pulsate like crazy inside my pants. We said goodbye to see each other on the appointed day and time.
On Friday, I arrived at the appointed place a few minutes before the time we had agreed and after parking the car, I lit a cigarette and waited patiently. Interestingly, at no time did it occur to me that Tereza could give me a cake (oh, how old!), and even if I trusted my intuition a little, I felt that the brunette would not fail to attend.
A few crucial minutes later, I saw Thérèse walking towards me, and I began to appreciate that "material" for the first time; Thérèse was a tall brunette (1.75 meters), with a sinuous body and well-defined shapes, with a generous bust and hips supported by well-turned legs that seemed to possess a typical and very proper maleness (that was what one could call an insinuating walk). Already the face was a separate spectacle: two black and bright eyes as a starry night adorned by thin eyebrows added to a mouth of fleshy lips that seemed an invitation to kisses full of angelic suffering, all this inserted into a face, at the same time, but with subtle traces of black obscenity hidden by a reclusive sensibility. The smooth and sloping hair up to the height of the shoulders and the voluminous ascent, revealing a subtle African cloak.
Tereza was dressed in a naked way: white short-sleeved T-shirt and tight-fitting leggings that further enhanced her sensual forms. She came to the car and without any ceremony opened the door and sat down on the bench next to me, bringing her face closer to mine and offering those fleshy lips painted with a provocative red. I kissed that woman with an almost collegial eagerness, at the same time as I felt her hands stride across my chest in a caress full of unfathomable promises. And as soon as we parted after the kiss, I gave way and left in the direction of the motel I knew.
On the way, Tereza and I were talking, and she told me that no "citizen" of the market had ever given her a song. I replied that I did not believe that, because as beautiful as she was, I was sure that there were several males interested in climbing with her. Tereza laughed nice while her hand caressed my naked thigh, since I was only in a wide bermuda and a tight T-shirt.
We entered the motel without much ceremony and with the minimum time for check-in, we went to the suite and as soon as the automatic garage door had closed completely, we jumped out of the car and, right there, we grabbed each other with wet kisses and atrocious caresses, without any shame. Instinctively, I pulled her pants down and I could observe a delightful surprise: she was not wearing anything under the pants! In fact, Tereza was wearing only the shirt and the pants, there were no underwear, in a clear demonstration that she was waiting for an unprecedented adventure.
In return, she also pulled off my bermuda, revealing my hard, thick coil whose swollen glans pulsed like crazy. She took it without hesitation, massaged it with expert affection, and without delay, knelt down swallowing my dick with her moist, warm mouth. She sucked in such a sultry way that spasms began to run through my body causing a wave of uncontrollable heat that was increasing in an endlessly growing. I stroked her curly, silky hair, running my hands across her face feeling her softness and silkiness.
It wasn't long before we were naked in the garage clutching and rocking like two animals in heat, and suddenly Tereza turned her back to me, grabbed her ass and asked me to fuck her right there. I got close enough to "catalyze" the roll, and after holding her by the hips, I pushed my pelvis, operating a deep and rapid penetration. Tereza groaned loudly and said how good it was to feel a cock in her mouth. I stopped and retreated with long movements, making it possible for my roll to go in and out almost entirely of that hot and wet vagina, but after a while I noticed that my partner's receptivity had cooled inexplicably.
I continued with the strokes, and even though I noticed the growing distance from Tereza, I wanted to give her some pleasure so that she would return to our longed-for climb.
I was about to make a joke, but after feeling that there was no climate for it, I gave up. I removed the still hard roll from inside her and invited her to go to the bedroom of the suite. We went in and we lay down next to each other. I turned to her side and after kissing her affectionately, I stroked her hair asking what was happening.
-It's always like that, cat ... every time it's like that ... I feel a huge hard-on, but soon, soon it passes, ... did you know that I've never been able to give a good laugh? No man has been able to give me pleasure as I need. I'm sorry, okay, but you're so good-looking that I thought that, maybe, from this right ... <unk> Teresa's voice was slightly muffled, demonstrating her total frustration with this uncomfortable situation.
I took a deep breath and imagined how wonderfully exciting that "challenge" was; I really wanted that woman to feel pleasure, because if that didn't happen, there would be no reason for us to have met. I looked at her affectionately and asked her to take a shower to relax. Tereza looked at me and before she got out of bed, she kissed me warmly. I kept looking at that delicious brunette ginger all the way to the bathroom, and even from a distance I could see her reflection in the mirror as she relaxed under the hot water jet.
In a few minutes, she dried up and came to me, laying down beside me. I leaned over her while my hand searched for her vagina that was still wet from the bath, and then I began to massage her gently, walking all over her length and carefully asking her to keep her legs open. I touched her big lips and I could feel them with a slight swelling, hiding inside her the clitoris that needed care and a lot of attention.
Instinctively, I moved my head in the direction of Tereza's belly and after kissing her vaginal lips with a sultry kiss, I boldly advanced towards the clitoris, using my hands to separate the curtain that separated it from my mouth. I found a slightly enlarged and thirsty for erection tiny member. I kissed it, to, without ceremony, take it in my mouth by sucking it vigorously. Tereza groaned almost to the edge of madness as her body writhed in a clear demonstration of pleasure hitherto unknown. She asked me not to stop with it, because she was loving being sucked ... finally, I had succeeded: Tereza was feeling pleasure! That was the ultimate for me! It is something so dignified that it is difficult to explain; even if it was her desire as it was mine!
I sucked and licked that clit so hard that sometimes I felt my dick vibrating as if corresponding to the gesture. It was a magical moment for me, because I felt something more than just a male fucking a female, ... I felt like a man giving pleasure to a woman without expecting anything in return, and that, for me, was very rewarding. I continued the oral sex session with the brunette who moaned and twitched until she announced that she was about to make fun. I smiled to myself.
I said those words with my voice almost choked, as my face was completely tucked into my partner's lower abdomen. And it didn't take long for Tereza to enjoy with an intensity that I had never seen in a female. She trembled, vibrated as her body was struck by prolonged spasms accompanied by deep moans and hisses so arching that I thought she would collapse.
When it was over, Tereza pulled me into her arms and kissed me.
The words came out of her mouth in a mixture of gratitude and desire... Tereza had had her first orgasm and I was responsible!
I let her relax for a few minutes and as soon as I realized that she was ready for another novelty, I pulled her to the edge of the bed asking her to stand on all fours for me. Tereza was still under the influence of her first orgasm, which is why she obeyed without question.
So I ran to the support table next to the bed, and snapped a rubber vibrator, returning before she could realize what was about to happen. I positioned myself behind the female and after holding her by the hips, inserted my hard roller into her vagina in a single movement. I began to stock her mercilessly and as we were taken by the mood of the moment, I leaned over her, and using the vibrator I began to caress her clitoris with alternating circular and longitudinal movements.
I had once again succeeded in making my partner enjoy new and delicious sensations... once again I was feeling gratified.
Alas, dear, ... don't stop, ... please, don't stop ... that's too good! How is it that no one has done this to me! And all this time I wanting to feel pleasure, ... and now ... and now ... you, your tasty, ... managed ... alas ... alas ... continues that I will ... I will ... I will ... Teresa was not able to continue with the sentence because the cry of pleasure suppressed the words ... she was enjoying once again!
Encouraged by my partner's moans and cries, I continued with that "exercise", allowing Tereza to mock a few more times, until I felt that my strength was at its limit: I was about to mock too.
However, I still wanted more and with agile and quick movements, I took my hard roll out of her and made Tereza stand beside me. I hugged her vigorously and asked her to masturbate while I would suck her again. Tereza smiled and agreed, but said that it would be better if we were lying down. And so we did. I dipped my face into my partner's flowing mouth and while sucking it with dedication and affection, she, in turn, played with the stick, applying a delicious punch.
We enjoyed ourselves together amidst moans and cries and disconnected phrases, lost amidst so much desire and so much satisfaction. When we were finished we were exhausted and defeated ... defeated yes, but satisfied and fulfilled. I, because I had provided my partner with a feeling that she had told me she had never felt ... and she, because she had found a man dedicated to giving her pleasure without asking for anything in return.
We did a few more "sessions" without losing sight of what we had achieved, and at the end of the afternoon we took a bath together and after getting dressed we left the motel. I left Tereza at the same place where we had met in the morning and before getting out of the car she threw herself on me, kissing me fervently and then fixing her eyes on mine.
-Thank you, your tasteful ... my luck to have found a man dedicated to give me pleasure ... I will never forget you and whenever you want I will be available to you ... and look: never forget this day, for for me it will be eternally unforgettable! <unk> Teresa's words had a load of sincerity and passion that I felt the luckiest man in the world, ... after all, I had realized a dream, both mine and hers: to make her feel woman, female, desired and satisfied ... wants more! I do not!
P.S. Tereza and I don't see each other anymore, because she went out of business and for some reason I don't know, her cell phone disappeared from my contacts ... anyway it was an experience that I will take with me and that made me a better person and a fulfilled man.