Old and Sweet Reminders (Part 1)

They say that as you get older, you become wiser and more health-conscious; in terms of wisdom I can't say anything about it, but with regard to health - oh, this is certainly true. And recently I remembered my first encounter with an elderly woman who made me feel like a man.
At the age of nineteen, there I was: freshly returned from military service without a job and entering chemical engineering school with promising but still nebulous prospects.
At that time I also acquired my first automobile, a 1972 Volkswagen TL, which with the help of my father was equipped with everything modern: roadstar tape recorder, wooden steering wheel, polished steel wheels and Reccaro seats (the latter item being second-hand).
And within my power, on the weekends I enjoyed myself enjoying life to its fullest. As an abstainer, I preferred frequenting places where casual sex was convenient and women were available without this implying paid sex. I confess that I had some adventures which really did pay off in every way, but then again when I met Maria all of those things momentarily fell behind me.
Our meeting was the most accidental and unlikely possible, because I had been at my worst on a weekend in which nothing had worked out. It was early Saturday to Sunday morning, and after driving around town for some time, I ended up in a nightclub located in Roosevelt Square area of São Paulo where I drank soda and flirted with a girl who later found out that she is a woman from TV shows, which immediately turned me away from her.
I left the nightclub at about two o'clock in the morning, and for some unknown reason ended up on Rue de la Gloire in the Liberty neighborhood. I was walking down the street towards acclimatization because by that time my parents were living with me in a rented house in this neighbourhood when passing through a bus stop I saw Maria sitting on a step below the threshold of an iron door from what must have been some kind of local shop.
As I walked down the street, looking at her and realizing that she was also staring back at me. Also noticed that she wasn't alone but accompanied by another woman and a boy. Even taking a bucket of cold water with the realization that she isn't on her own which would allow for more direct approach, I thought it might be appropriate to invest in an opportunity like hers at this time when there were no other options available.
I drove around the block a few times, almost playing an idiot and about to go home and jerk off. To my surprise Mary was standing alone next to the bus stop. I parked right in front of her and asked if she wanted a ride. She asked me where I was going, and I said straight away that I'd go anywhere she wants. Maria smiled at me and then got into the car. We kissed on the cheek and went ahead without really knowing where we were going.
When I awoke, we were in one of the streets near Climate Park; it was after three o'clock in the morning and this area (at that time) besides wilderness was considered safe.
We chatted for a while in order to get to know each other better. I learned that Maria was separated and had a nine-year-old son; she worked as an assistant at a boutique near Mariana Village, and her employer helped her with everything needed to cope without the help of a husband.
As we talked, I observed this mature woman (somewhere between thirty-five and forty years old) and realized how attractive she was: Mary had a rounded face without being plump with not very protruding cheeks, black eyes slightly sharp denouncing her Native American origin. Her lips were discreetly thin and the design of her mouth seemed an eternal invitation to kiss full of desire. Her small and lightly flat nose gave it a jovial air that resembled its well behaved but also insinuating smile.
She had a body with plus size lines but without exaggeration, and her bust was striking even though she wore a thick bald collar mesh. We kept talking and she told me that she was afraid to take my ride because my harassment in driving around drew the attention of her companions who suggested they call the police or hide somewhere until I left. Finally we laughed at this situation, and the inevitable started happening.
Soon we were kissing and embracing, her hands touching everything within reach. I could feel that Mary was anxious and agitated, showing she hadn't been with a man for quite some time because her kisses were long and full of desire. For my part, I didn't beg but let the atmosphere get even hotter and more exciting. I touched her bust and felt her big soft breasts vibrating inside my trousers.
In the clumsy manner of an eager and hurried adolescent, I lifted up Mary's knitwear and T-shirt, discovering her brown bra conditioning her breasts that made my body tremble with excitement. I was amused by sucking on her pointy nipples while Maria stroked my hair, letting herself be carried away by the weather when she held onto my chin forcing me to look at her.
"Are we going to stay here?" she asked, with a discontented tone.
- Do you want to go somewhere else? <unk> I asked, somewhat wrapped up in her question.
"Of course I do!" she replied with an expression of quiet impatience.
While she was recovering, I started the car and drove to the only place I knew nearby - a small boutique hotel on Avenida Duque de Caxias just past its intersection with St. John's Avenue. Minutes later we were at reception where a sleepy-looking man in a bad mood handed us keys to a room that stood right there on the ground floor. We headed for the bedroom which contained nothing but a double bed with attached little drawers, an unframed mirror on the front wall, and a seventeen inch television mounted on a very old rack of furniture.
As the environment was what mattered least at that moment, Mary and I undressed as fast as we could and fell onto the bed feeling our warm vibrant bodies screaming for sex and satisfaction. Ooh! How those huge soft breasts drove me crazy with excitement; I sucked on them until I couldn't any more, listening to my partner's almost whispery moans as she stroked my hair and rubbed her belly against my hard roll.
When I touched Mary's lower belly, I was even more enraptured. Her pubic hair was deliciously silky and of medium length, which made the area all the more exciting. Impulsively, I slipped into bed, letting my mouth find that coveted region. I began by kissing her soft freckles, then pulled it upwards to reveal for me her big lips already moist with sensation and between them a hard, throbbing clitoris.
It was my first time performing oral sex on a mature woman, and the sensation went beyond any expectations. I tasted that warm juicy vagina licking and sucking all over the area providing increasing pleasure for my partner who returned with moans, sighs and verbal compliments of some difficulty.
Fucking Mary was the most beautiful experience of my life; I climbed up on top and let her run the show herself. Maria held my roll a little below the glans and pulled it towards her vagina, waiting for me to do the rest as soon as the roll is pointed in the right direction. Nowadays, I feel that she did this with an educational air, acting like the mature woman who enjoys teaching the troubled teenager about his hormones and excitement.
My roll slid into it with astonishing perfection, and the fit was as harmonious as that of a hand being wrapped in gloves. Mary groaned softly while she clasped me with her arms and urged me to strike at her with my pelvis. I began back-and-forth movements printing an imprudent velocity typical. Yet once again Maria showed control over the situation by holding me by the waist and looking deep into my eyes.
"Slowly, my love", she said affectionately.
I looked at her and smiled, nodding to show that I had understood the message. We resumed with more rhythmic and prolonged movements, which undoubtedly made the climb much more enjoyable and exciting.
After a while, and in the face of my physical resistance characteristic for age, Mary enjoyed an orgasm celebrated at full blast with groans, sighs and smiles to then ask me for a kiss. I in turn lay down beside her and embraced her passionately. Embraceful as lovers we stood there on the bed looking at each other, smiling and feeling our heartbeats and breaths.
I confess that Mary was the fulfillment of my desires in every way: beautiful, good for bed, lovable and sweet as honey. I became intoxicated by her gentle smell with an infectious sweetness which made me want to have her at my side whenever possible.
And while I was thinking about it, my partner stared at me with a naughty look and then climbed up on top of me revealing her intention to ride me.
Soon I could feel my partner sitting on my belly with the roll buried inside her; it was a new and delightful sensation, especially when Mary, resting her hands upon my breast, began up-and-down movements, doing so only from the hip downward, letting her butt rise and fall in an obscenely provocative manner, leaning even more defiantly until her lips were almost glued to mine.
Like every beginner in the art of mastered sex, I let Maria run things as she saw fit since she was my dick's mistress and also my will. Mary delighted herself by sitting on my roll going up and down while holding my hands and placing them against her breasts letting me feel them at will. I stroked their beautiful boobs stopping over her wide inviting nipples.
Mary experienced sweet orgasms, which came one after another leaving her exhausted from the effort; as soon as it was over, Mary threw herself into bed next to me and we hugged once more, falling asleep shortly thereafter.
With the first rays of sunlight tearing through the old wooden window sills, I was awakened by Mary's affectionate kisses that still held me in her arms. Her frank and uninhibited smile made me feel much better than all previous nights when I woke up next to a woman. Since it was Sunday, I had no commitments and asked Maria what she intended to do on that day. She told me that usually she spent Sunday with her son (named Lucas), but this weekend he was staying at his maternal grandparents who resided in the Guaianazes region.
-So you're free? <unk> I asked, as he kissed her lips.
"It's not quite like that!" she explained in a playful tone. My boss expects me to do some things for her this afternoon.
- But anyway, do we have any more time?
"Certainly, my sweet", Mary replied as she stroked my hair.
We smiled at each other and remained embraced, exchanging kisses and caresses. Mary was a special woman..., I felt it ..., and that's why I desired her. That is how I did not delay in turning my body over the bed, letting my eager mouth search for her little sketch, and upon finding her, delighted with its sour taste and warm soft consistency.
Mary fell stroking my ass and playing with my stick that still remained hard as stone.
- Come here, tell me something? <unk> she asked very curiously <unk> Does your penis never soften?
I replied, without distracting myself from my delightful task.
- No, my love <unk> she replied with the same affection as always <unk> I want you to have pleasure too.
-Little Mary, my beautiful! <unk> I replied full of affection <unk> Making you laugh has already made me very happy ...
-All right, dear <unk> she interrupted me while I was masturbating <unk> But I want you to enjoy inside of me...
That was the cue I'd been waiting for, because the next minute I was on top of Maria with my dick buried in her waterlogged vagina fucking at will. It is quite true that before reaching orgasm, I provided a few more to my partner who became ecstatic about my performance and felt overwhelmed by my still youthful manhood full of energy.
When I heard the first rumblings announcing that the end was near, I stepped up my movements without however giving any impression of violence, making my partner feel also rapt by what was to come; at the moment when I enjoyed myself I ejaculated with such intensity that Mary sighed deeply before babbling: "Wow! You're filling me full of shit! How delicious!" That phrase was my biggest prize on this and all previous weekends.
Defeated and exhausted by a morning full of pleasure, I saw my eyes weighing heavily, denouncing that my strength had come to an end ... We fell asleep embraced, sweaty and happy.
It was a little after noon when we finally woke up. In fact, I did wake up because Mary had already gotten out of bed and was showering with the door open. There wasn't any screen or plastic curtain that gave me an idyllic view. Naked Maria with water running down her body as she carefully soaped herself was something beautiful to see ..., and no matter how much I wanted to avoid it, one thought went through my mind ...
After drying herself she came to the bed and sat down while brushing her hair, looking at the old dirty mirror reflection was obliterated by some dull parts.
"So, my sweet?" she said in a soft voice.
-Seriously! <unk> I exclaimed with an air of dissatisfaction <unk> Can't we stay a little longer?
She consoled me with another smile, but who knows?
I asked almost demanding a yes.
"I promise!" she replied with another sweet smile.
(end of the first part ...)