A very special Christmas

A very special Christmas The Beginning - Solitude Some time ago I had gone out on my own, as almost always happens. I went around a few places, but didn't feel like staying in any of them. Until, after parking the car on a quiet street, I decided to take a walk around Freedom Square. It was Christmas time and the square was all lit up. I've always liked this very much, I have always loved Christmas decorations. I don't know why, but that day the feeling of loneliness overtook me more than other times and I did not feel well. I sat on a bench in the square thinking about my life and how deep down we are all very alone. The Feeling of Loss It's only when we are in love, when we truly love someone else that this feeling doesn't bother us. When you like somebody, when you feel the presence of another at all times by your side even if he is far away and misses you, this sense of passion, of love does not leave you alone. Well, that day I wasn't feeling like this. I was without any passion in my life. I had recently come out of a long-term relationship, and the feeling of loss, separation, still hurt. Deep down, there was no more passion or love... the desire to be together forever on either side. Well, these were the thoughts that dominated me. Although the square was full, it seemed that I didn't see anyone next to me. I stayed a little longer sitting there smoking some cigarettes and they were my companions in this hour of loneliness and pain. Suddenly another feeling hit me, another sense of lack. I felt a sexual urge because for some time now, no one had given me any pleasure at all. The Approximation It was full of these sensations that without having paid attention to someone who suddenly, without knowing where she had come from a beautiful blonde sits next to me. She was so beautiful that her beauty hurt me like a knife penetrating my chest. I looked at her and, in a way that I would never have done under normal circumstances, could not take my eyes off of her face. Her eyes attracted me in such a way that I couldn't stop staring at them. She kept her gaze fixed on me, and her eyes stared at me with such tenderness that I could not hold back the tears from flowing down my face. It was very strange, intoxicated by her beauty and the sexual attraction that seemed to exhale from all its pores, I poured out tears. Still, I couldn't stop staring at her. The Meeting Suddenly she did something very strange. She put her hands on mine and holding them firmly and lovingly, looking deep into my eyes she said her first words: Don't be so sad, don't feel so alone, I am here by your side. Those words amazed me, how she could know what was going on inside of me, in my soul. I was moved even more, and instead of a few tears coming from my eyes, I could not hold back compulsive crying. And she embraced me, and laid my head upon her breast. She spoke yet again: Cry, O friend; weep! let all sorrow depart from thy bosom. And saying this she caressed my head and wrapped me in her arms. I cried for a while, until the ammonia-like smell of heavy crying permeated my nostrils; but gradually I calmed down. My crying lessened, and with it went that feeling of sadness and loneliness. It was as if a thousand pounds [500 kg] of weight had been lifted from my shoulders that I had carried for so long. I took my handkerchief, wiped my face and looked at her once more. For the first time I spoke to her. I asked her why she had sat next to me and why she was treating me that way. With that wonderful voice she told me that she was walking in the square and for some time I had attracted her attention, so she kept looking at me. She said that she had a perception above normal and by watching me captured all what was going on inside of me and seeing how I was feeling, felt taken over with a sense of affection and impulsively sat down next to me seeking to comfort me. At that moment something happened to me. The Passion Happens I fell in love with her instantly. It was like a bolt of lightning struck my head and this feeling took over my whole body and mind. To my delight, I think the lightning struck me and hit her as well because when I confessed to him that I was hopelessly in love with him she said she felt the same way. If that widely propagated twin-soul theory is true, we had by then found our other halves. I returned the caresses she had given me and, pulling her face close to mine, we kissed in such a deep, intense way that at that moment we became one. It feels like the whole universe conspired to make that meeting happen. The recognition Our mouths connected, our bodies joined in an embrace so intense that it was impossible to tell where mine ended and hers began. We stay like this for a few moments, feeling inseparable from each other. In that moment, without any other word needing to be spoken, we knew each other so completely as no person had ever known another on the face of this planet. The Invitation So she said to me, "Come with me. I live near here in the square on top of Shodo". We walked together, embracing and clinging to each other. I didn't think of anything else that hour. My body was an electrical battery that emanated and exhaled sex from all sides. And she was vibrating in resonance next to me. We got in the elevator, and right there we grabbed each other's arms so tightly that both of us had orgasms. How hot I felt her. How I felt drawn to and totally involved with her body, the sexual voluptuousness that flowed between us. The elevator . I don't know how long it took that elevator to climb the seven floors up to her apartment, but in those magical moments I lost myself in her mouth and shoving my hand into her blouse pulled out one of her breasts and sucked it voraciously drawing from within an elixir more powerful than milk which gives life to a newborn baby. What beautiful, full, wonderful and potent boobs she had. Placing my mouth on her nipples made me feel nourished and satisfied like never before in all my life. And she felt a great pleasure as I sucked and stroked her breasts, half tightly and uncomfortably still in my bra and blouse; but that didn't matter at all for the time being. She then told me that never before in her life had she felt so empowered to be able to physically, emotionally and sexually feed someone with one simple blow on their boobs. Simple? What struck her most, and me as well, was that for the first time in our lives we were able to experience an orgasm by simply manipulating her breasts. As I sucked and stroked her boobs no other part of our bodies touched each other, yet she went into such profound orgasms that right there before we had even made contact with one another's sexes, she said it would be fun like nothing else ever has been. And as I watched her enjoy, so did I. Deeply enjoying myself without ejaculating but being overtaken by a feeling of such profound pleasure that compared to the ordinary ejaculation from masturbation it seemed only an outburst of delight. Well, that was just the beginning. As the elevator door opened on his floor we quickly and reluctantly regrouped, just to overcome the distance between the lift and the door of his apartment. The Apartment I remember now and find it amusing her difficulty in finding the key to his apartment in her pockets. She had gone out only for a walk on the square, wearing bermuda shorts, loose blouse over bra. After searching through the pockets of her bermuda she finally found the key unlocked at the bottom of one back pocket where she also placed her mobile phone. In the meantime, I'd touch her all over. Finding the key she opened the door, we entered her apartment and upon closing it behind us everyone was left outside. Today I can see how symbolic that act was. By closing the door, we isolate ourselves from everything and everyone outside. We just stood there, me and her... the only thing that existed in this world. The Feeling of Union We felt extremely excited about that moment, and we began to hug each other and undress. I can see today that two antagonistic feelings overwhelmed us in those moments: there was a rush, an enormous thrill of feeling our bodies glued together, but at the same time it seemed as if we had all the time in the world to love one another. Well, today I would say that in those moments... In all the time we were together... Time never really existed. Time just stood still and waited for us to fall in love. Returning to our acts, I looked into her eyes and embraced her as only two lovers can. I could once again appreciate the beauty of her body, shaped by a garment that concealed nothing but enhanced and valued its forms. We hugged, and for a while we clung to each other. To feel its warmth did me so much good that, compared with all the bodies I had up to then embraced, it seemed as if all previous ones were figures of wax cold and empty. We kissed again and felt the warmth of her lips, the taste of her mouth, the sweet sensual way her tongue caressed mine, the flavor and freshness of her saliva simply gave me a feeling of passion and abandonment. How she kissed sweetly and deeply. It's impossible to kiss like that and say anything at the same time, but it felt as if we were having a conversation by kissing. Talking about things which touched us deeply and intimately. If it had been possible for me not to be in love at that moment, during those kisses I would have fallen hopelessly and definitively in love. And when I kissed her, I would caress her. My hands went through her hair and neck and ears and back... as well as stroking her breasts over the top of her blouse and squeezing her nipples. The first contacts At that hour I touched her sex for the first time, still on top of her clothing. His excitement was so great that all his clothes were wet. That excited me even more, like this was possible. I rubbed her pussy all over my clothes and she had an intense, deep orgasm. I put my hand on her butt for the first time and felt what a delight it was to feel her buttocks. What an amazing sensation, how delicious that feeling of softness as well as firmness in her ass! From the way we were touching each other her clothes had entered into her butts so pronouncedly and thus I could place my hand between them, feeling the reverberations of her joy and the warmth emanating from her rear end. Touching just above her clothes the region around her anus she felt a shiver and twitched, indicating to me that we would still have great pleasures that night without false modesty or prohibitions or meaningless taboos. The Withdrawal of Clothes We began to undress each other, and I pulled her blouse up over her head and came upon a beautiful almost non-existent bra that covered only part of her breasts. Her bosom was lovely, and as my tongue passed through the region between those two beautiful mountains, I felt an exquisite taste of sweat mixed with soft perfume. What a pleasant sensation! How delightful was the flavor of her skin, slightly perspiring and warm from the burning which consumed us. And I embraced her and unbuttoned her brassiere and stripped off this wonderful pair of breasts, plunging myself into their midst - how beautiful she was. How her breasts were marvelous, neither small nor excessively large I would say they were simply perfect with two pronounced nipples born from two beautiful aurelas. I felt at that moment a strange feeling, a desire to have been his son so as to be able to suck those breasts for months several times a day. At the same time a sensation of voluptuousness and carnal passion overcame me As I was still dressed she unbuttoned my shirt and with each button that she opened, she filled my chest with kisses. She also sucked on my nipples and this further increased my erection. She took off all of my shirts and snuggled in my breast with such a warm caress, with a feeling of such complicity and knowledge that only a friend or brother could have done the same. Resting her head on my chest, she told me that I gave her a great feeling of protection. She loved to rest her face and her head against my hairy breast, which at the same time gave her complementary feelings of pleasure and security. We embraced once again as only two passionate lovers can do, it was like one of us wanted to blend into the other and feeling our bare torsos touch each other we stood there for a few seconds enjoying this deep skin-to-skin contact. I'm giving him pleasure. Once again the desire was present and I fell down at her feet, kneeling as if praying to a goddess. Funny how some things get engraved in our minds. I was crazy to own her, to feel my poop inside her pussy but at that moment there was no hurry neither me nor she we felt like we had all the time in the world and thinking about this i could be intoxicated by the beauty of her panties which hides her pussy hidden is a figure of style actually enhanced the beauty on her body light colored completely moist with its fluids at that point your underwear seemed to me the most beautiful gift wrapping anyone has ever made I didn't restrain myself, putting my hands behind her ass and embracing her body... thrusting all of my face towards her sex. I opened my mouth wide and in a rush, all at once, placed it entirely on her cheekpiece, eagerly sucking up its fluids through the panties. She groaned and writhed as she pressed her whole body against my mouth. With both hands I lowered her underpants and then for the first time could feel direct contact with her petticoat. How delicious! What an exquisite delicacy, without equal, unlike any other that I had ever tasted in my entire life. I sucked, sucked and sucked her pussy like a person lost in the desert for many days without water could suck on a sponge full of water. Only I couldn't drain all your fluids because no matter how much I was sweating, his hard-on instantly produced more and more. Beside his clitoris with my hands I pulled away his lips from its vagina and peeled off that piece of incandescent voluptuousness of pleasure and desire. What something tastier than delicious, what source of delight. I can't tell you how many times she made fun of me in the way that only she knew to make fun, right there. That was it: I knelt before her and she stood up with legs slightly apart offering me a bouquet for my pleasure as well as hers. She enjoyed it so much that at one point she asked me to stop, I don't think she could stand anymore. Stepping back a little she fell seated on the sofa and gently asked me to fetch her some water. Killing His Headquarters Her mouth was completely dry from all the mocking, feeling pleasure and whining and muttering nonsense as she made fun of it over and over again. Even without knowing her house, I left her in that position and having managed to find the kitchen took a glass of water and brought it. Drinking painfully almost all the cup of water she was recovering herself and told me that she had never enjoyed so many and such deep times in such short time in her life. Her look transmitted satisfaction, joy and achieved pleasures. And how this made me so happy. Making her happy, making her enjoy so much and so many times left me in such a state of happiness that even I was amazed to know how nice it is to give so much pleasure. She Gives Me Pleasure When she had finished drinking the water, she quickly recovered and looking me straight in my eyes told me that now it was time for her to give me pleasure. I was still dressed from waist down and she, still seated on the couch naked and beautiful, started unbuckling my belt and lowering my trousers. At first she pulled down my trousers without taking off my underpants and I quietly waited, standing in front of her. On top of the panties she began to caress my crotch which at that moment looked more like an iron bar, so hard and tight it was. Her hands were delicious. Caressing my thighs, on the outside and inside, passing her hand over my pussy above underwear she gave me an incredible hard-on. Getting his face close to my body he nibbled endlessly my vagina above pants. From within my pussy in the same way as from inside her skirt there flowed a lubricating fluid that with so much passion also wet all of the front part of my penis. And she liked it and showed herself eager to lick all this liquid. With her own mouth she lowered the front part of my underpants, until leaping out I could have direct access to my poop, stubborn and eager for the warmth from her mouth. She didn't make a plea, but she poked her head out of my asshole and made me soar to the clouds with that wonderful feeling... how nice it was when she sucked. I've always enjoyed a blowjob in my pussy, but today I can confess that until this day, I had never been sucked with so much voluptuousness and such mastery. With such pleasure to feel all the warmth of her mouth... To feel her tongue playing on my pussy head... I completely relaxed, still standing in front of her and gave myself entirely to that caress. Nothing else exists in the world. Only me, my poop and his mouth. No, I'm not correctly reporting what happened. Just me, mine, his mouth and hands. That is it, while she was sucking me off her hands were stroking my body. They were strokening my balls; they were rubbing my thighs, my legs, my belly, my poo, leaving me in such a state of excitement that I lost myself and I don't know how long this lasted. Funny, they say happiness is a fleeting and short-lived feeling. I disagree. First I have to say that time doesn't exist, eternity lasts while we are in a moment like this. I'd say even today, after all these years that it lasted a lifetime and if I had died at this very moment before anything else happened then nothing would matter to me. I was complete. I was at peace, content and full as no man has ever been in all time. I was in perfect union with everything and everyone. Me, my dick and his mouth and hands... everything else was meaningless. I was in the deepest form of prayer, union with divinity that any mystic or saint has ever been. If the world were to end at that hour, we'd leave happily. Yes, both of us because giving her pleasure was also his highest form of worship. She gave herself completely, she also felt that nothing else existed in this world except her mouth and hands and my pussy which she fondled and sucked with passion. And so, from the deepest place in my body with the greatest intensity I had ever felt an orgasm took over all of me and I exploded into intense joy ejaculating directly into her mouth. She didn't stop sucking on me, she continued to suck on my poop, sucking and extracting every drop out of my cock, feeding off what she later called "the liquid of life", gobbling up everything that my poo spilled into its mouth voluptuously. My legs became weak, I could not hold on any longer and leaned over her and we held each other like this for a while until our own strength returned. A Brief Interlude We were just getting started, but we both needed to take a little rest and recover our strengths and energies for whatever that meeting still held in store. We were there, cuddled up tight and cozy. She laid her head on my chest and we were both silent, feeling united and temporarily satisfied. I say temporarily, because we were just at the beginning of something that would completely change our lives. The Beginning <unk> In Bed After a while, don't ask me how much I wouldn't know to tell you we started moving and the sensation of horny once again took over both of us neither one of us was satisfied yet both wanted more so it would happen soon. Remember, for us time ceased to exist the world stood outside when we closed our apartment door. She took my hand and led me to her room. We walked around his apartment embracing, as if we were leaning on each other. I felt strange going into that stronghold of yours. Her bed was large, spacious and seemed inviting to me both for sleeping on it and for other pleasures. I gave her preference and she lay down, looking at me passionately. At that moment she looked like a queen to me. Beautiful, naked, totally exposed to my caresses and pleasures. No painter has ever been able to express in a painting such beauty, such sensuality. I called her "my goddess". Yes, that's what she looked like to me at the time - a goddess of beauty exhaling excitement and sexual desire from all over. I didn't make a plea and leaned over her body, we embraced like two beings who wanted to become one. We kissed like we wanted to suck each other's energy out through our mouths. I stood up a little and looked at her one more time. I let that image permeate my retinas so as never to forget the vision. Truly, even if a thousand years passed I could not forget what my eyes were seeing. Her beauty was stunning, her body's perfection took over my thoughts and I lost myself in it. From within me came a feeling of self-giving, with such intensity that I asked her to be quiet and only feel the caresses I would give. Don't do anything, I told her. You are my goddess and my beloved and now I am going to worship you. I will give you pleasure. I'll touch your body, all of it, in such a deep way that you have never been touched before. Relax and enjoy yourself. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy and enjoy, enjoying so I too will be having fun along with you. I began by kissing her whole face, her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her closed eyes, her neck and ears. How sweet was the taste of her body! As I kissed her, I caressed her too; I passed my hand over her head, stroked her hair, touched her shoulders, earlobes and breasts. What magnificent breasts, what wonderful nipples and at the same time as I pressed them between my fingers... We were getting to know each other, and she was whispering in my ear that I should squeeze her nipples. Squeezed one of them so I could bite the other as well; pressed one nipple between my index finger and thumb while my teeth chewed on the other... I switched from one breast to the other, and she was writhing with so much pleasure. What a delight! How pleasant it is to be able to feel that I gave her pleasure by such a simple caress. It's just...I don't know if it was so simple. Kissing her breasts, lightly nibbling at her nipples, swallowing her haloes, sucking on her boobs like a tender nursing baby and extracting from them something much deeper than milk gave me great pleasure and made you laugh more than once. Every inch of her skin reacted differently to my touch, and I made sure that I knew it all in its entirety: touching and kissing every surface on her body not in contact with the bed. Her bellybutton, her navel, upper thighs, knees, feet -- what beautiful feet they were, how perfect fingers she loved to kiss; from my goddess down to her soles - these are places where I lost myself in kisses and caresses. But I went too fast in this description from head to toe, being lost for countless time between one point and another. My hands, my fingers, my mouth and tongue have wandered endlessly through every part of his body. In each place, in each point on his body I could feel a special texture and differentiated vibratory response to my caresses. For a few times she made mention of moving and returning me the caresses that I did her, but I made her stay quiet and enjoy this moment which was only yours. My hour will come, I said to him. For the time being be quiet and enjoy yourself because I was also enjoying myself; taking advantage of your whole body at my disposal: I felt useful, needed, happy that I could give you pleasure. Well, now I have to confess that from head to toe I stopped in a very special place. No it didn't happen like this although the desire of having your sex in my mouth dominated me I restrained myself and just caressed her whole body even if only forwards because she was still lying on her back When I had finished touching the whole front of his body, I turned to its center. To that special place which attracted and dominated me. I gently pushed his legs back a little and placed my head directly in front of her pussy. What a marvelous sight. Her pubic area right in front of my face dominated my entire being and I sank into the middle of her legs. I touched my forehead, my nose, my mouth directly on her penis. How pleasant smell to have no special odor what delicious taste exuded from its most intimate fluids. And I sucked them. I drank directly from that fountain all the energy flowing within her, and I licked it, I suckled it with such intensity that my previous experiences vanished like smoke as she teased me how many times she had made fun of my mouth in her goblet by sucking out her cricket which was swollen up and stuffy because of my caresses, but also lost herself in those special moments Not only did I suck it, but my hands and fingers explored the entire interior of its bouquet until every remote spot within became a delightful acquaintance and friend. How pleasant it was to give her pleasure in this way, how pleasurable it was for me to penetrate and caress with my mouth, nose, fingers, one finger, two fingers or even three fingers. At one point she asked me to stop for a while, as I was almost out of breath with my mouth dry and very thirsty. Give me some water, and I'll do your bidding. I got up and fetched her some water, which she sipped eagerly. I've given you no more than this rest, that brief intermission. I wanted so much more. There was a side of his body that I hadn't touched yet, that I didn't know. I asked her to lie on her stomach and she immediately responded. I was almost shocked by the beauty of her butt, upturned and pointed directly in my direction. I began to caress her neck... with my hands, mouth and tongue... nibbling on the back of her throat... lying directly over it... touching the inside of her thighs... what a pleasant warmth was emanating from between her legs. Even though I'm crazy about wanting to stick my dick in her, I still wanted to give her a lot of pleasure just by manipulating her body. And so I did. Kissing her neck I also kissed her ears, put one of them into my mouth and said a few obscenities to her. And she went crazy with it. She asked me to talk to her more and more. Once again I didn't ask for anything and told her a bunch of nonsense in her ear while one hand squeezed her nipple, the other massaged her cricket and my stick was buried between her thighs. This gave her an explosive pleasure and she mocked deeply, desperately, convulsively asking me to scold her, call her a whore and other obscene things. I did so by squeezing her nipple, massaging her crotch with my pussy tucked between her legs, tapping on her mouthpiece and the door of her kitchen; I called her commoner, prostitute, woman of life, shameless, slut, piranha and other obnoxious names. How she scoffed, how she moved her body towards mine.