Used car

Some time ago, a nephew to whom I have great affection called me asking for a favor; he wanted to buy a used car with some savings that he had made during his stay abroad. He told me it needed to be a second-hand vehicle because the money he owned was not enough to purchase a brand new automobile. He also said he preferred private vehicles over those offered by department stores since he'd heard such cars were of dubious origin. As I said, this young man is very dear to me and that's why I put myself at his disposal. One weekend we set out in search of the little boy's dream armed with a few advertisements collected on the Internet and much willingness to roam around town. I must confess that most of the cars were in excellent condition, with low mileage and proper documentation; yet their prices were too high compared to what was available for purchase. We drove through several neighborhoods, stopping only for a quick snack and an opportune cup of coffee. And almost by the end of the afternoon our hopes had completely vanished; we saw no chance whatsoever to close any good deal that weekend. However, as I always say, sometimes luck smiles on you ... The last address my nephew looked up was in a middle-class neighborhood on the north side of town, and we went there with low hopes that our dredging would be successful. It was an apartment building located on a quiet street leading to a lovely square, and the advertisement vehicle had been parked in the open garage. Without drawing anyone's attention, we examined it from afar, and after some discussion I rang the doorbell. The front door opened, and a beautiful middle-aged black woman emerged; she was the image of paradise: an exuberantly handsome woman with such discreet modesty that it became exciting. She dressed as naturally as any middleclass housewife would - wearing knee-length shorts whose uprightness was provocative and a regatta shirt denouncing generous breasts. Her face without makeup was smooth, with fine and delicate features; the fleshy lips highlighted by a red lipstick stood out and her eyes were a spectacle apart, large and brilliant. She answered us asking what we wanted. I came out of my rapture answering in an unsteady voice that we had been there because of the vehicle advert. Immediately, she opened the door with a big delicious smile and invited us to enter her garage as she ran inside returning from there holding the keys in hand. I gave them to my nephew who then went on examining the vehicle while I took this opportunity to get to know its owner better. Her name was Leticia, about fifty years old, worked in sales, had a college-educated son and what's more interesting is that she was separated and lived alone. While my nephew opened the trunk, hooded up and looking at everything thoroughly, I was delighted to see a broad bright smile on her face. She seemed pleased with what we were talking about when she told me that her house would soon also be for sale because it was too big for two people - both of them and their son who spent more time away from home. Some time later my nephew handed me the keys, signaling that his interest had been greatly aroused by the car. So I turned to Leticia and asked her about the price; she told me the amount with an air of disappointment since it was far beyond what she could afford. The situation made me sad but then I thought for a while, and then I asked Leticia if she would give me her phone number because I needed to do some calculations with my nephews in order to make him a counteroffer. She regretted that we could not close the deal on the same day, since we were the only ones interested in purchasing the car. Then she asked me to give her my mobile phone and typed in her number, handing it over immediately. We smiled at each other, and I told her that we would be in touch shortly. She thanked us and offered us coffee; my nephew was so discouraged he declined the invitation and I sympathetically acquiesced by saying thanks and that I'd stay for another opportunity. Leticia stretched out her hand and I mine; we shook hands, and I felt a pleasant warmth from her soft, well-groomed skin. -Who knows! <unk> she said, smiling <unk> the next time you stay for coffee ..., be aware that I make a very tasty coffee! - I'm sure you will! We said goodbye and left. On the way, realizing my nephew's discouragement, I tried to console him by saying that all was not lost because he had her phone in his hand and could make as much money as possible. He smiled and asked me if I would do it for him. I replied that this is the least I can do to help since he wouldn't accept my money. At the beginning of the week, work and some family affairs took up all my time, preventing me from calling Leticia to negotiate her car's price. But it was on Wednesday that I was surprised by a phone call; It was Letitia who wanted to talk about the car. After the customary greetings, we went straight to business. I confided that my nephew did not have all of what she had asked for and was also refusing to accept any financial help from me. Leticia regretted it by saying how much she loved him and wanted this deal done so badly. I agreed with her and tried digging up a reduction in price but unfortunately without success. We continued talking as I felt a mood forming in the phrases spoken with hidden intentions. Suddenly, Leticia changed the subject by asking what I was working on and doing at weekends when she wasn't helping her nephews or something a bit more intimate; there seemed to be an insinuation forming between the lines but still I tried to restrain my impulse of saying how interested in that exciting woman I was. "I'm home", she said in a velvety voice. I just had a nice shower and decided to call you. - Bath! <unk> I exclaimed, curious and excited <unk> And you are wearing what if I may ask? - Dressing! <unk> she inquired laughing <unk> And who said I'm wearing anything? I said, with excitement: "I want to have the opportunity of seeing this wonder!" "So", she asked, "what are you waiting for? I looked at my watch: it was past two o'clock in the afternoon; and I found myself devising a way to accept this beautiful woman's provocation. - If I leave here now... <unk> said myself assertively <unk> think I'll arrive at your house in half an hour. -Ui! <unk> exclaimed Leticia <unk> If you promise to come, I'll be waiting for you as I am ..., but call me when it is close, OK? I agreed, and immediately switched off the appliance and tried to pedal so as not to miss this chance. Picked up a well-worn excuse, went down into the garage, got out of there as fast as I could. Rushed towards Leticia's house thinking about how crazy I was..., really insane! Getting away from work in the middle of the afternoon to climb! But then I thought that it was an excellent reason for doing it. There were five minutes to reach my destination and I decided to send a text message on the mobile phone. "I'm coming", I nervously typed, without losing attention in the steering wheel".I am waiting for you!" was the reply received almost immediately after that I parked my car in front of Leticia's house. I got down, locked up the vehicle and went towards the gate which had been intentionally opened. I entered it and when I reached the main door there was a note stuck on it. "The door is open, go in and close it". I turned the doorknob and went inside. Immediately closing the door. The room was wide, brightly lit and sober but deserted. I thought of calling Leticia, but that wasn't necessary. Naked she came down the stairs showing herself to me. Wow! It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen; a woman with shiny black complexion, exuberant shapes, standing on the middle step smiling at me. "Are you going to stay like this?" she asked in a deliciously hoarse voice. -I hadn't thought of that! <unk> I replied with a hint of malice in the inflection <unk> But since you proposed ..., why not? Leticia walked down the rest of the stairs and approached me; I could smell her fresh skin and sweet breath as she unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my chest. She looked at the tattoo that I have engraved on it and smiled naughtyly. Her deft hands descended to the belt, which was quickly loosened, so did the button and zipper of her trousers; she let them slip through my legs onto the floor. Then she got down on her knees and helped me take off my shoes and socks; that moment when I was stripped by a naked woman was one of the most incredible experiences I've ever had in my life, and even after all this time, I still remember it with an impressive clarity. Taken by an almost fury of desire, we kissed voluptuously, letting our tongues fully explore our mouths thirsty for excitement. I felt Leticia's hand touch my scroll on top of her panties, examining the volume and its dimensions; she squeezed her cock tenderly while continuing to kiss me with suspicion. I, who had already wrapped it in my arms, pressed it against myself feeling the warmth of his body that seemed to burn from passion. We were left with this inescapable sensation of body against body, tongue against tongue and fire burning in our souls. Leticia demonstrating that she had reached the limit of her tolerance pulled my panties down releasing a hard swollen glans roller. She took the instrument into her hand and massaged it with some force while at the same time nibbling on and squeezing my balls with the other hand. I pressed my mouth to her ear and moaned softly. She gave an impudent chuckle as she continued playing with the roller. "Oh, how delicious!" she said. Leticia knelt down and began to lick the glans with her tongue, demonstrating an impressive skill. I twisted myself in excitement, stroked her hair and groaned a little more. She put it inside her mouth between her lips and simulated slow, wet back-and-forth movements. I moaned even more and held her hair tightly without however causing pain. Leticia continued this delightful torture while her hands caressed my buttocks, squeezing them and scratching lightly. It was an experience that renewed me and also filled my body with unbounded sexual energy. Leticia began to swallow the roll whole, sinking it into her throat and spitting it up to the tip of the gland when she then passed her tongue on the end. Scrapes ran through my entire body and left me at the edge of madness, moaning and panting continuously. After a while, she stopped licking me and lay down on the couch smiling at me as she spread her legs showing off her sex. Her pubic hair glowed with moisture that had been expelled by the throbbing vagina of erection. "Come and suck me", she said softly, "I haven't been licked in a long time". I knelt and plunged my face between Leticia's legs, letting my tongue meet her big lips that had been licked with unique dedication. She groaned and squeezed my head for more as I went on without hesitation. With both hands, I extended the vagina of my partner leaving its swollen clitoris visible and available to my mouth and tongue. At first I licked that little limb, making Leticia groan louder; then I went a bit further and put it between my lips, squeezing it tightly and letting my tongue play with it. And so on for some time until my partner whined loudly saying she was having an orgasm -- being able to feel the joy in my mouth and this bitter taste driving my neurons crazy. I didn't relent, continuing with the licking and suckling ever more audaciously, making my partner make fun of others so many times that we lost count. Leticia was languid and weak, subjected by the sequence of orgasms which I had provided for her. But I needed more than this, and without wasting any time, climbed on top of her and penetrated her in a single quick deep movement. Letícia almost screamed and then groaned saying she felt fulfilled. -Oh, what a tasty dick! <unk> she praised while throwing her pelvis against my roll. I began to shake myself with slow, deep movements making Leticia groan even more while her hands squeezed my buttocks. We had a good fuck as my partner wrapped me in his legs and nailed her fingernails on my shoulders. I was feeling more than fulfilled and took the opportunity to savor this woman whose fire was something unmissable and precious. Leticia made fun of others so many times, and each time she moaned and squeezed me as if wishing that I would stay with her forever. I was so involved in this woman that I forgot about everything else. I stocked up on that vagina and gave it the maximum number of orgasms possible for me. And letícia seemed to understand that my intention was to give her a lot of pleasure, that pleasure which she had been crying out for some time ..., may sound crazy but that's what I felt. -Oh, my God! <unk> she exclaimed in a voice interrupted by sighs and moans <unk> you're too much! Fuck me hot, make me enjoy as much as you want ..., and can. - If I could <unk> answer with some effort <unk> would do it for the rest of the day ..., and night too! Suddenly, my body shook and a spasm went through my spine while my muscles contracted painfully meaning that I had reached the limit of my endurance. - Then enjoy it! <unk> she said almost screaming <unk> fill me with hot fucking that I'm needing this! I ejaculated like a wild animal, feeling the semen drain from my bowels and filling up inside of my partner who rejoiced in my joy within her. Exhausted and weak, I slumped down beside her on the couch and we lay together sleeping softly as the afternoon progressed. After a while I awoke to the sight of Leticia's breasts in front of me: two beautiful melons with hard beaks and small slightly protruding haloes; I caressed them with my fingertips, knowing that it was impertinent to take care of them. I kissed each one and licked them affectionately making my partner sigh low. A few minutes passed before she awoke enjoying my mouth on her nipples; she stroked my hair and laughed softly as I offered those delights to satisfy my almost adolescent voracity. That day she whispered to me that you were here with your nephew, I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about us just like we are now, fantasizing what it would be like having you fucking around... - And now? <unk> I interrupted, asking with curiosity <unk> What did you think of my performance? I didn't expect a man so affectionate and sweet... I looked at Leticia and felt rewarded, smiling to her with sincerity. I went back and savored those delicious breasts while caressing my partner's soft belly. Letícia groaned and rubbed her body on mine letting me enjoy her boobs until my hunger was satisfied. "Do you want to know something?" she asked, stroking my hair. - True! <unk> I exclaimed with curiosity <unk> And what is this thing? "This one", she replied, as I held my hand up to her vagina. - Seriously! <unk> I asked around and started playing with her vagina. "I like it so much", she replied, "that sometimes I prefer that to anything else". Then came the second round between Leticia and me; I began to finger her little face, playing with my big lips and carefully massaging a clitoris that had resumed its provocative swelling. Letitia started moaning and twitching, making it clear that my affection was working out as expected. I continued to massage the clitoral area, and at one point my partner burst into unprecedented joy, screaming so much from pleasure. I mentioned stopping, but she begged me to keep going because that was very good according to her; so I kept on scrubbing my big lips and clitoris for more intense orgasms in my partner. I thrust with force, penetrating my partner with a blow that made her groan loudly; I began to move myself, swinging back and forth, making the roller go in and out in rhythmic movements. Leticia, who was already in the mood of seizing this opportunity, opened up even more for me, and I plunged against it, snatching from it still more energetic and pleasurable orgasms. You're going to make fun of me again? - Look, precious <unk> I replied with a voice accentuated by the effort <unk> there is something that I also like very much, did you know? She said curiously What do you like, my tattooed rascal? "I love to be masturbated for fun!" I replied, without losing the tumult of pelvic movements. Leticia was amused by my answer and asked me if that's what I wanted at the time; I said yes. She pulled her body back just enough for the roll to come out of it, she made me lie down on the couch, sat beside me, took the roll in her hand and began masturbating with controlled vigor. After a while, apart from the delicious hand job Leticia began to play with my balls by squeezing and pinching them with indescribable delicacy. And after some time she felt in control of me because every time I contorted myself denouncing an orgasm's arrival, she pulled down her roller painfully and tightened the vein located at its base retaining pleasure and prolonging erection. I think she did it so many times that I couldn't react anymore. It was as if I were her private toy, an object of amusement and demonstration of a woman's power over a man. She accelerated her movements, almost bordering on overwhelming rage until the orgasm brought a violent and intense ejaculation. Jets of sperm projected upward falling onto me and upon her, licking us all clean. In the end Leticia licked that jelly roll till it was clear from so much shit. We fell asleep on top of each other and only returned to reality when the afternoon had already left, giving way to a dark and heavy night. Leticia brought me back with affectionate kisses on my chest and face and I in turn reciprocated by kissing her nipples and stroking her vagina. She asked if I wished to take a bath, which I gladly accepted. Already dressed, we went to the kitchen where she fulfilled her promise: serving me a delicious instant coffee with some slices of lemon. We sipped hot drinks while talking animatedly about the wonderful afternoon that we had experienced. I told her that I'd never been with such an agreeable, sensual and delightful woman before, and Leticia laughed very loudly. When she was about to leave, Leticia asked me to tell my nephew that he should call her because there was an interest in closing the car deal with him. I was delighted to hear this and thanked her for her kindness. We said goodbye with a promise of another meeting and went on my way. A few days later, my nephew called me exultantly because he had made a deal with Leticia and was now in possession of the vehicle. "Thank you for making my nephew happy". I typed the message on my cell phone and sent it to Leticia. "Don't thank me. I did it for him, but mostly for you, my cute tattoo!" she replied almost immediately. Smiling to myself, I sent her an emoticon. Some time later, I was at work when I received the most thought-provoking message of my life: "I no longer have any cars to sell but in exchange for that my coffee is still very good. Would you like a cup with me?" "Only if it's now!" I replied. She sent me a picture of herself naked, sitting on the couch with the caption: "I am waiting for you"... Well, the rest is history for another cup of coffee.