The Flyer Delivery Girl

You've all come across those girls and women who stand at intersections handing out useless pamphlets whose marketing output should be inversely proportional to the amount of garbage they generate for their city, but I'm sure you never paid much attention to any one of them... me too,... except once ... since it made all the difference!
It was during the week, and I was waiting at an intersection near my work when one of these women approached me handing out a pamphlet in my direction. Act continuous, I refused it (which is what I always do), but without losing sight of politeness, thanking kindly as my gaze stopped on that woman's dazzling vision. She was a delightfully mature forty-something with breasts and ass worthy of a hardcore BBW pornographic film, these items were completed by an unobtrusive waistline, moderate belly, long legs, all balanced on huge heels whose inclination made her gait even more suggestive. The face was thin and delicately featured like that of a woman who, even after the age of 40, still had an air of incontestable joviality.
Instinctively, I picked up the pamphlet that came with a smile and an uninhibitedly natural comment - those tattoos of hers are really beautiful! Her voice was soft and sweet like a young girl's and sounded so natural that it drove me crazy to hear her whispering in my ear.
Unfortunately, the traffic light didn't cooperate with me because it wasn't long before I heard the annoying sound of horns coming from vehicles that were behind me. I smiled at the delivery lady and went ahead, crossed the intersection and parked right afterwards. I got out of the car like a madman, going to meet this woman. As soon as she saw me, she gave an impudent smile who was suspicious that I would not let go of her compliment made without singing "<unk>".
As soon as I approached, I saw how much taller she was than me. Even without counting the heels, she looked at me from above downwards. What may initially seem like a disadvantage can sometimes serve as an unmissable and unique opportunity. I greeted her effusively and advanced towards her face in order to give her a kiss on the cheek while simultaneously forcing her to bend over toward me. I kissed her forehead and thanked her compliment by asking her name.
She responded by saying her name was Dinah, at the same time she said that she really liked my tattoos. We talked a little bit more until Dinah passed her arm over my shoulder and bent down once again to fix her gaze on me.
And don't come with soft talk, because I know very well that a cat like you would not waste your time on a woman like me... - Dinah's voice was firm and determined.
-Look here, my beautiful, I want every man wants with a hot one like you, and I doubt that you don't hear this all the time! <unk> tried to be as objective as possible by avoiding showing hesitation <unk> now the question is: when?
Dinah looked at me and after a few seconds of inertia, she smiled and replied: -You know what, my dear ... can be now ... or, you cannot?
My desire at that moment was to throw it all away, take this hot exuberant body and fuck her for the rest of the day.
- What time did you leave work? <unk> I asked looking for an alternative that could happen on the same day.
Dinah laughed as she pointed to the huge bundle of papers that lay on the floor beside the pole supporting the semaphore structure at the intersection where we were. Discouraged, I scratched my head trying to find another alternative for this impasse. But luckily it was Dinah herself who came up with a solution to our problem.
-If it's worth letting you see my strawberry tattoo, I can arrange an excuse for tomorrow morning, how about that? <unk> By the tone of voice of my interlocutor, I was sure this is a unique opportunity which I could not miss in any way!
I agreed to the suggestion, and after arranging a meeting for the next day we said our good-byes without missing an opportunity to kiss her. Turning toward her with my arm drawn so that she would lean towards me, I sought out her lips for a little farewell kiss.
To my surprise, Dinah not only obeyed my command but opened her lips for a deeper kiss. Our tongues played with the exchange of saliva and I left Dinah there to make sure that our meeting was actually scheduled for the next day. And as I walked back into my car, I saw my partner nodding affirmatively.
I went to work confident that the day had been won, because after all there was a chance of me and Dinah hooking up the next day. But it was an unfortunate mistake. When I left for lunch, some women were handing out pamphlets offering preparatory courses in law practice, and among them one caught my eye: she was a brunette just over five feet tall between thirty-five and forty years old with long dark hair and a mouth like blocks. The body was also noteworthy: fat breasts disguised in a generous waistcoat, an average but well-groomed butt that stood out inside the tight jeans (it seemed to be a smaller number!), and all of this dangling on huge high heels with too much provocative swinging!
I walked past her, and we exchanged smiles when she handed me this pamphlet which of course I declined. On leaving the restaurant I bought a candy bar and on returning passed by that brunette offered it to her with a cliche phrase such as: "Candy for further enhancing your liking". The girl was taken aback but nonetheless accepted my affection. She told me that it was a kind of "hobby", since she had been an employee at this preparatory course and that it consisted in a way to increase her income, which no longer existed.
After some time <unk> and stimulated by the hard dick pulsating inside my pants <unk> I asked Leandra what she would do when her "job" was done; she told me that she wouldn't have to return to the company, because on leaflet days she was exempted from the point, which is why she was free to do whatever she wanted.
Leandra became very self-confident and hesitant, looking at me with a look mixed of excitement and fear. I got as close to her as possible and touched her chin with my fingers saying that she wouldn't regret it if she took the job. She argued we barely knew each other, that I had been too bold and the situation was embarrassing, but I could feel the passion within her thundering all this useless argumentation; so without further ado, I drew my lips closer to hers and gave her a little handshake which was promptly reciprocated by denouncing that her resistance had been overcome. She whispered in my ear that she'd be waiting for me, asking the time and place.
Late in the afternoon, and I was very excited, there were more than enough elements for me to leave the office as quickly as possible. As soon as I reached the exit, I could see Leandra waiting for me on a nearby corner. I walked towards her and once she noticed me, I accelerated my pace until I found her. We embraced affectionately and gave each other an intimate kiss. Not wanting to waste time, I invited her to go to the parking lot where my car was and within minutes we were on our way to a motel that I knew in the vicinity and was already familiar with prices and schedules.
During the ride, Leandra demonstrated how excited she was by not hesitating to place one of her hands on my bracelet's volume and feel its size and pulse. I in turn tried to control myself because it made me want to brake the car and fall headfirst into those huge breasts that seemed to be calling out for me at all times.
I closed the garage door to my suite and helped my partner out of her car. Leandra praised his chivalry, then immediately pulled off the zipper from my trousers by sticking her hand inside looking for the object of her desire. She put her cane outside and gave him a very slow fist massage just to intensify the climax of horny sex. I also did not want to waste time, and embracing her, pulled the blouse from behind with my hands eagerly searching for the closure of his bra, releasing the piece and lifting up the set that revealed a pair of huge breasts, half-firm crowned by stuffy nipples as ripe fruits offered for my delight.
While she played with the pike, I alternately cupped each of her nipples, sucking and drawing in an almost animal voracity. Carefully straddling my haloes that had also grown tight and no longer fit me, I begged Leandra we needed to go into the bedroom. She laughed at me and gently pushing me away took off the rest of her clothes, leaving only a thread-lined underwear which revealed a deliciously prominent ass full of firm rolling buttocks asking to be licked and bitten. And that's exactly what I did, kneeling behind my partner and grabbing those buttocks with both hands, going on to suckle them and bite them without looking rude or brutal.
Leandra groaned and begged me not to stop with affection, while at the same time snatching her ass offering it for my entire delight. There was then a moment when I couldn't resist attacking my partner's licked little sketch by rubbing the head of the scroll up and down until the inevitable moment in which penetration occurred naturally.
While moving the glans back and forth in short, rhythmic movements I took advantage of it to finally disengage from my pants and panties that were rolling down onto the floor as I grabbed her brunette buttocks and moved into longer, deeper penetrative motions trying to maintain a slower pace which made my partner groan more asking me to fuck her with everything.
It didn't take long for Leandra to laugh, because I could feel her liquids licking my roll from underneath the balls. That was a delightful sensation that I wanted to share with her.
I laughed at that remark and, bringing my mouth closer to her ear, whispered a compliment: "They don't know what they are missing, beautiful one!" I continued to stock up on this hot tasty little sketch, making Leandra enjoy it some more times. At each orgasm she would say how lovely and affectionate I was.
I felt the orgasm coming on, but didn't want it to happen yet, so I pulled her dick out and invited her into my bedroom. We undressed like two young men full of horny senselessness, and in a few minutes I was over her putting my roll inside her vagina and sucking those delicious breasts. My movements were more intense and faster, and Leandra mocked me several times longer, celebrating each one with groans followed by disconnected words.
I was about to make a joke, and then I called my partner who babbled out the question: "Do you want to mock me in your mouth sweetheart?" And I said no but that I'd love for her to finish it. Leandra gave a bright smile saying this is something she loves doing as well. So I got up from bed helping my partner do the same thing and we hugged each other while Leandra masturbated with phenomenal mastery. And she did this repeatedly, prolonging my excitement to the utmost, until that moment when she warned me, almost commanding: -Now you make fun of me, your curled bastard! Make fun! Spit on me, which I want!
I enjoyed it with such intensity that the jets flew away, and only the last of them ended up in my partner's belly. We moaned like two madmen while semen flowed down her glans towards the balls. -Ah! But what a waste! Let me take care of this ..., saying so Leandra knelt down and began to lick gently on my cock, preventing sperm from being lost and leaving the roll completely clean.
Leandra looked at the clock on her cell phone and then turned to me, embracing me affectionately. She apologized and said that she had to go because her parents were waiting for her for dinner and I agreed saying that she should not make them wait any longer. Leandra grabbed the half-soft roll with one hand and after squeezing it carefully and desiringly said something which excited me once again: -Next time I want this delicacy inside my ass ... will you give me this gift?
I looked at her and smiled, nodding affirmatively with my head: "The pleasure will be entirely mine, my pretty one!" We dressed up and left Leandra in a station near the subway. With several warm wet kisses we said goodbye to each other, exchanging cell phone numbers and promises of an even hotter and more exciting new encounter.
The next morning <unk> after a sleepless night interspersed with erections that ended in an act of solitary bathroom practice and haste, I practically took off from home for work or rather to meet Dinah. We had arranged to meet at a gas station which is very close to my job and even though there was little traffic on the roads this morning when I arrived, she was already there and I feared I might have "broken up" with her.
She got in the car, and I immediately asked her if she had been late. She smiled at me and said it was just enough to make her even more horny! So we drove back to the motel (the same one from the day before) and as soon as Dinah stepped out of the car she grabbed my sleeve saying that she wanted to see "stuff". I took her in my arms (even with her girth and height exceeding mine) and asked for a kiss which was promptly enjoyed, as my hands caressed that wonderful ass.
As soon as we entered the room I undressed and pretended to Dinah that she was enjoying "the material" completely. She mentioned getting naked, but I interrupted her by asking for a striptease with some very nice music playing on it. She gave me a naughty smile and remarked that I knew how to be an 'abuser'; then she asked me to turn up the sound system in the bedroom and choose the song. And so I did, choosing one which seemed appropriate at the time (You can leave your hat on).
After a few seconds, Dinah entered the atmosphere bouncing and roaring with an extremely hot and provocative sensuality. She started from the top which was composed of a very wide T-shirt and white bra showing off her huge delicious breasts whose nipples seemed to call for my mouth that was full of saliva.
The rest followed, with Dinah placing her legs one at a time leaning over the bed and causing the leggings to slide down to her feet complaining that there was nothing else underneath! Then she sat on the edge of the bed backed up against me bent down and finished taking off the last piece of clothing. She remained seated looking over my shoulder. It was an almost idyllic sight...a voluptuous woman sitting on the ledge where I lay clouded by glimpses of her magnificent backside.
Dinah took advantage of the music still rolling loose and stood up once more, tumbling those deliciously obscene shapes to my utter delight. Her nipples leaped and swayed in rhythm as her waist swirled inciting carnal desires that cried out for satisfaction. Slowly I rose and walked towards her; taking her into my arms and clasping her close to me feeling its warmth which was like a volcano about to erupt with passion and desire. We kissed for a long time, as our hands strolled around curiously discovering details of the naked shapes of a man and woman.
Gently, I pushed Dinah to lie down on the bed and yet gently pulled her legs apart revealing a little of her dark vagina; opened my big lips uncovering an enlarged swollen clitoris. Promoted my tongue's meeting with that delight by sucking it like one who appreciates sweet tasty fruit, snatching moans from my partner and making her delirious with so much desire. She stroked my hair while begging me not to stop what she was doing.
I sucked that ice cream till it felt the warm, moist thread of her first orgasm. Dinah groaned and twitched, taking care not to make my "work" difficult (and what a delight in work!), babbling compliments and affectionate words with an intermittent and occasionally wavering breath. And so more orgasms went on until the thread became a small flowing waterfall which I sipped like the mortal who enjoys Olympian nectar.
Dinah's words sounded almost like a plea that required an immediate response. I stood up and looked at this monument of women, concluding the best way to fuck her was by putting her on all fours in bed.
I asked her to do this for me, which was promptly granted. But before I could rehearse any "attack" I was taken by the beautiful sight of the strawberry-shaped tattoo she had above the valley floor formed from rolled buttocks and so well drawn that it looked more like a realistic painting.
Dinah's snout fitted like a glove to my roll, accommodating it perfectly. I began the back-and-forth movements with marked cadence, causing the roller to come out almost entirely before penetrating again; each stroke thus made, Dinah moaned while her snout seemed to respond with a curious sound that left me even more excited. Gradually, I stepped up in movement until at its apex my stick entered and emerged with unparalleled speed and vigour. The female was whimpering and screaming for more, wanting more!
Again Dinah mocked, one... two... three... four times! And from then on both she and I lost count of how many orgasms she had enjoyed. We were sweating profusely and my partner's skin was glowing with the drops of perspiration all over her body. I didn't even think about quitting because in my mind there was only a lush woman at four who could be satisfied by my hard roll that mercilessly stowed away her vagina.
Fuck that little girl so she doesn't feel like another man or other dick for a long time... I want to remember her this way ... powerful! <unk> were complimentary phrases that served to stimulate me even more, leaving me more virile and vigorous. I held tightly to her buttocks and began hitting deeper, raising the pace of movements so that my partner would experience violent bodily and sensory spasms which made her a mad dog in full heat, screaming and moaning so loudly it could be heard throughout the motel (and this didn't bother me one bit!).
Suddenly Dinah pushed her butt against my roll, forcing the movements to stop abruptly. She looked over her shoulder and with a muffled voice made a request that I had unconsciously been longing for: -Go on, boy, shove this tasty thing up my ass ... do it now! I took the roll out and after a spit for better lubrication (if that was necessary!), held up my buttocks, separating them and leaving the valley between uncurtained for inevitable penetration.
I pulled Dinah's hips towards me, and immediately felt the glans being introduced into my partner's complacent anus... she moaned pleasurably asking that I continue to fuck her by the ass; this request was readily accepted and complied with as in a single vigorous blow I made my roll overcome any mechanical resistance feeling my balls rub against the inner valley of the buttocks.
And as I frantically stowed away, my senses seemed mesmerized by the sight of that strawberry tattoo unfolding right in front of me. Taking advantage of this loophole, I reached down with one hand to Dinah's vagina and played her clitoris into a multi-orgasm state because she was moaning and begging me not to stop what I was doing -- so many orgasms that my partner's vaginal area looked like it was completely liquid combined with our sweaty shiny bodies.
I begged those words to my partner who made it clear how much she had enjoyed the request, because immediately, she pushed my dick with her ass and, jumping out of bed, hugged me firmly, taking a hard roll in one hand and masturbating myself with eczemical dexterity.
I bowed my body back as orgasm approached, resting my weight on Dinah's arm who held me tightly without losing the rhythm of applied masturbation. Screamed when at last pleasure came and ejaculated so hard that jets were projecting in all directions far away from us. When it was over, Dinah threw me onto the bed and fell with her mouth upon the still hardened penis licking it carefully to clean up traces of semen which had persistently leaked out of my urethra.
Soon she was lying beside me and we began to caress each other tenderly, enjoying the quiet moments that followed the enormous wave of desire and pleasure. Dinah at one point looked at me affectionately and said an unforgettable compliment: "Oh my gosh! How good you are in bed, huh ... this is it, worth wasting a day's work climbing with you, my cat ...
Looking at her, I thanked him for the compliment and said that I would never forget this morning. Even if we were to meet again, such pleasant moments could not be forgotten by me. I played with his nipples then licked them tenderly suckled them gently. She returned first caressing my hair then playing with my stick which unexpectedly gave signs of regaining old energy.
Dinah got up and said she was going to take a shower. I initially declined the invitation, but when I saw that Renaissance beauty reclaiming forms underneath the jet of water, I felt swept away by a new wave of energy and ran to keep her company. Within minutes, my skillful yet curious hands replaced the soft foam sponge with mine, exploring every detail in this prophetic silhouette brimming with sensuality.
The caresses were exchanged for a "tongue bath" with Dinah's back to me, sticking up her ass and easing the reach of her clitoris which was once again swollen and pulsating.
I asked her to bend a little more and feeling my prick at bullet point, penetrated it, following with vigorous and shamelessly fast back-and-forth movements making the female groan announcing another orgasm session. When I gave up on myself, I leaned against the wall of the box being used by my partner who, turning off the shower, retaliated tongue for tongue sucking and licking my dick until I had fun once again.
We dry ourselves off and lie down for a few moments to regain just enough energy so that we could leave. When I parked at the gas station where we'd met in the morning, it was after noon; Dinah and I hugged each other and before she left, I offered her some money not as payment for the wonderful sex we had experienced that day but simply as compensation for the lost workday.
She vehemently refused, but I patiently insisted until she gave in. As she got out of the car she leaned against a door that was already closed and smiled angrily: "Look cat, make sure you don't disappear because it is hard to find such a male...and I hope I can still get fucked many times by this tasty prick!
And I watched that delightful envelope go away with a roaring, rattling gait as I thought about how certain surprising and unexpected situations can bring us pleasures we couldn't even imagine were waiting for us on the corners of life.