New expectations

I apologize to my friends, but I return here with a recurring theme that was the subject of "EXPECTATIVAS" short story recently published and do so only because it is passionate. Mature women who are sexually active, fiery and simply ignored by their spouses are an engaging topic seductive and more exciting than any other adventures. So please allow me to tell you some more about them.
First of all, I would like to emphasize that my opinion expressed here and in the previous text is what I think and therefore am not generalizing, much less imposing a way of thinking ..., just reflecting on how short life is and emotions and feelings will be the only things we take from this life.
All right, this story has as its main character a beautiful black woman whom I met by chance and to which I am grateful even today; I will call her Cida (a fictitious name like the others), but first of all it is necessary for me to describe her in great detail: she's short-haired, round face, fat with wide hips and big breasts, thick thighs and an ass that is the ultimate expression of African beauty. She has an angelic smile, and a sappery girl air ..., deliciously desirable at last.
My first encounter with Cida took place in the most unexpected way possible; it was at a restaurant where I usually eat my lunch. I was strolling through the food counter when her little face caught my attention. Obviously, my insistence on staring at her ended up arousing her interest and an eager look escaped from those bright eyes. It seemed to me that I had seen a smile but maybe it was just my desire to court her right there.
After lunch, while sipping my coffee I could see Cida leaving the restaurant and couldn't help but follow her exciting little body with gluttonous eyes. When she left I thought it was an eye drop for me and that everything would end right there because I never expected to see this delight again ... sorry mistake of mine.
A few days later, I was on my way home from work and by a twist of fate crossed paths with Cida. It was a cold windy night that almost foreshadowed an unexpected rainfall as I walked towards the parking lot where my car stood when I saw this beautiful woman crossing the intersection in front of me.
I smiled back and wished her good night, to which she replied with a sweet "good rest for you too". It was the best thing that ever happened to me.
More days passed, and that fixed thought vanished like a cloud. I completely forgot about Cida and her delicious body. And it was one day when we met again; it was in the same restaurant at the same time. I made an enormous effort not to seem too daring because my desire was to ask permission to sit down with you for lunch together, and I preferred sitting across from her on the table.
My visual insistence was so stubborn that some time later she noticed my presence and smiled with a nod of her head. I returned the greeting, and stayed up all morning trying to make a good impression. I finished my meal in disappointment because no idea had come to mind. And then it occurred to me when I saw the dessert counter; I went over there and got myself a piece of Dutch pie.
I went back to the table where Cida was and gently extended dessert as an offering; she looked at the piece of cake with a look full of surprise.
Then she looked at me and smiled, asking what it was. I replied that it was only a gesture of friendship; Cida initially remained suspicious but after a few moments again laughed and taking the dish in her hands thanked me. Without hesitation I turned my back to go into the adjoining cafeteria so as to taste my little coffee. Afterwards Cida came up to me and once more thanked for dessert. I told her that it had been a pleasure for me and tried to start an innocent conversation.
I finished my coffee and we headed out into the street walking together talking about all sorts of things. When we got to a corner where our paths would continue apart, Cida turned towards me and again thanked me saying that she wished for an opportunity to repay...and this was my cue.
-I'd be very happy with a little kiss. I said to the burning clothes without leaving any gap so that she could think and brought my lips closer to hers.
Surprisingly, Cida didn't back off; instead she offered her lips to me and let the kiss happen. And it was just divine! When we were done I realized that she had been embarrassed by this gesture but my smile reassured her. I took one of her hands between mine squeezing it gently. I looked into her eyes and said with what I found extremely desirable and sensual.
Cida gave an embarrassed chuckle and after a few minutes asked where that conversation was going to end ..., I took the opportunity to be even bolder.
- Who knows in a bed with me making you happy and full of pleasure?
It was at this moment that Cida burst into uncontrollable tears; and I, for the first time, felt despised because of making her cry. I went even closer to her and embraced her in a meager attempt to console her. A few minutes later she apologized and I asked if something I had said caused those torrents of tears.
Cida shook her head in denial, saying that the problem was something else. So I invited her to sit on a bench of a small lounge area at a nearby commercial building. She resisted but eventually accepted my invitation. As soon as we sat down, I asked her what had made her cry, showing great interest in hearing her story ..., after all, I've always been a good listener.
Cida confessed that she was afraid to go out with a man because her husband had recently dumped her after finding someone more interesting and better in bed.
Since then, Cida has preferred to opt for solitude so as not to suffer another disappointment.
When she finished her story (with details that are not relevant to our context), I took her in my arms and told her the jargon of how all men aren't equal, and that she needed to move on with her life, seeking happiness. We talked a little longer, and after a few minutes Cida was already sketching out a smile.
When I sensed that my friend was calmer, I returned to the charge by reiterating the invitation to try and make her happy. Cida remained hesitant so after a few minutes she asked me for "time" to think. Without indicating my dissatisfaction, I agreed and gave him my mobile number so he could call whenever he wanted or even when it would be possible. We said goodbye and I left thinking that this chance had been lost in time.
A few days later, I received a call from her; she sounded indecisive and the conversation seemed to go nowhere with endless chatter.
Finally, after a few more minutes Cida came to the point; she wanted to know what time I would leave work that day and if we could meet. I agreed immediately, imagining I couldn't miss this opportunity so we arranged to meet around eight near the parking lot where I left my car.
However, nothing worked. It rained and I was late getting to the parking lot at the same time that Cida was also late and when we were together she confessed her indecision in continuing with our attempt. I thought it best not to force anything because as a rule the result was never satisfactory. We parted on promises of future encounters which I myself believed would never happen.
The thing then became lost in the sands of time, and I ended up forgetting Cida and the expectations that had been stirring my mind about her (or rather both of us), tried to take care of life until a moment when she disappeared from recent memories leaving me free to ponder what our meeting might offer.
It was late one Friday afternoon, with the paperwork finished and most of my colleagues saying goodbye for another weekend that I had a pleasant surprise. My cell phone vibrated and when I looked at the screen lit up, it was City's number ..., she was calling me (!).
At once I perceived that doubt still hung over the girl, whose uncertain tone of voice and hesitation in completing her sentences made it clear that nothing had changed. Nevertheless after a few minutes' soft conversation she confided to me the purpose of this call. And however experienced I was, she surprised me.
I need to feel like a woman again.
I didn't wait a second and replied that I was ready to meet her wherever she might be, and confessed that I also had an insane crush on her. Cida laughed heartily at the phone and then answered that she was leaving work. Trying to make sure this time she would not escape me, I told her then to wait for me in the next corner so I could pick her up with my car (which by luck of the day was parked inside the building where I worked).
As soon as Cida said yes, I hung up the phone and flew to the parking lot with a furious maniac coming out of the ramps. But to my utter disappointment when I arrived at our appointed place she wasn't there!
Suddenly, I heard someone banging on the side glass and my irritation turned into complete satisfaction! There she was, my woman-shaped desire asking me to get in my car; I opened the door and as soon as she walked in and closed it, I started off like a madman, heading for the nearest motel.
I parked my car inside the suite's garage and gave Cida no respite for a second, throwing myself at her like an insane faun. We kissed madly while my hands explored all of the possibilities that this body promised to offer me. In turn, Cida also felt through my clothes trying to feel my manhood pulsing within his pants.
We got out of the car and walked into the suite, tangled in kisses and cuddling and groping and uncontrollable breathing. I threw Cida on my bed but she came back to her feet grabbed at my belt lifted it off, opened its buttons and pulled down the zipper of her pants exposing my panties swollen with hard contents and throbbing.
I went even crazier, and with no control over my actions, pulled off her blouse and bra in quick movements without gentleness revealing her delicious breasts; took them by the hand and sucked at her clogged nipples tasting them like ripe fruit. Cida groaned and tangled her fingers into my hair begging for more. Gently nibbled on her tits making her moan from pleasure. And once again threw her onto the bed intending to get rid of her soft-weave pants.
To my surprise, Cida was out of her underwear and the moment she noticed my puzzled look... She took a chance to make an order.
- Suck me, please ..., suck my nipple <unk> her voice was embarrassed and sounded like a plea <unk> fuck me..., no man has done this to me, and I want to know if it's as good as they say ...
I didn't let her finish what she was asking, falling face down into that smooth little mouthful already moistened by so much desire. Lamb and sucked Cida's vagina, and it wasn't long before she enjoyed herself uncontrollably with a small waterfall of hot tasty liquid pouring out. So I persisted in lovingly caring for this beautiful lipstick, licking and sucking with such fury and making my partner laugh as many times until we lost count of orgasms.
While making fun of her, Cida would repeat how good it was and why she had taken so long to feel that unforgettable sensation; I applied myself with diligence in providing maximum pleasure for her and the hours passed while I sucked and licked my partner making her laugh like never before.
Not being able to explain well why, there was a moment when I stopped the language session in my partner and after putting her on all fours made her lick my roll with her saliva. Cida obeyed without question delighting in barking and then licking the hard roll of swollen head. I held her hair firmly but did not force any movement letting everything happen naturally.
With another unexpected sequence of moves, I made Cida show me her wonderful ass and then proceeded to rub the valley between buttocks with my molasses stick, driving crazy my partner who rolled his butt felt the hard stick vibrating near its arse.
Or you'll tell me that it is not in the mood to give this ass for me, huh! <unk> The irony in my voice was so pronounced that I myself was surprised by this facet of mine previously unknown <unk> Don't move, no ...,
Her voice was filled with fear, or almost terror for the threat that hung in the air.
Putting aside my partner's wailing, I concentrated on that wonderful ass and the little piglet which was soon to be mine. I squeezed the tender flesh of my companion's hips and pointed her head into a valley between rolled-up buttocks; carefully drew back my hands toward the edges of her butt, pulling out its bellybutt so as to expose the gleam concealing my tiny preciousness (it seemed to blink at me!); pressed hard and moved forward making my glans tear through anus resistance; first penetration more than perfect.
Cida screamed and protested, even begging me to stop with this invasion and then ranting at me about all the curses that occurred in her mind for a moment; while I amused myself by tasting pain which I knew would soon turn into full-blown excitement.
Halfway through I decided it was time to pump hard, making the roller go in and out with unmeasured and somewhat awkward movements; Cida persisted in her complaints and insults, but I wasn't at all concerned about her verbal aggressions; she just took care not to let her ass slip from my hands by squeezing its flesh and insisting on moving without any caution.
After a time (which seemed to have no end), my partner's moans were lessening and the force of her curses turned into groanings and babbling words; I knew that she had reached the stage where pain gave way to pleasure, and this became even clearer when Cida began repaying my movements by advancing and retreating towards the scroll which was now lubricated enough for more rhythmic movement.
From that moment on, this fuck had become something special; I in the position of a male able to screw the virgin anus of a woman who in turn yearned for a male capable of relieving her unhappy life's disappointments and misfortunes.
I intensified my movements until a protruding spasm swept over me, and without wasting any time pulled the roller out of its socket and with one swift fist put an end to my exertion by ejaculating on my partner's sweaty four-year-old body as she groaned and bounced off her skin in hot, viscous semen.
When it was all over, I lay down next to her and we fell asleep holding hands.
We woke up some time later, and I explained to my partner that even though I wanted to spend the night with her, we had to leave.
"If it's up to me", I replied, "this will not be the last time you feel like this... wanted and satisfied".
We smiled at each other and left.
P.S. Even today, whenever Cida feels like it, she calls me and we spend a few hours together having sex and being happy.
P.S. (2) I love Cida's plump little body that has thick thighs, big breasts and a rolling ass and there was an occasion when we were so horny that we fucked more than three times ..., it was so delicious that I never forgot about that day; by the way, if she is reading this story, know that even today when I think of her naked to me, I get excited and my roller gets hard immediately!