The Marina
A lot of people who only know me from my writing may have an image about me that's not necessarily true.
I'm not that guy with the immediate boldness, a sniper.
On the contrary, I have a more reserved temperament and way of being and acting.
But there are some advantages to being that way, because people of my race tend to be good listeners. And great listeners always learn more; they can detect in places and people an infinite number of details which those who are most concerned with their own speech never perceive.
I was writing these paragraphs above in response to an e-mail from a friend, when I don't know exactly why I remember Marina.
Now that I remember, let me tell you...
The firm where he worked at the time was in crisis. A new director decided to run by conflict and departments went into a state of war. Old disagreements were brought into the professional field, the climate was really heavy.
In those, my department was constantly questioned by the staff of Budget and Cost Control people there wanted to outsource our work for entrance comparisons in circuit.
Once in a while, I had exhausting meetings and almost always the one who represented them was Marina. She was about 29 years old at that time, tall, nearly my size, slender with honey-colored eyes, ruffled hair...in a color which was fashionable then although other girls said it was painting <unk> on the old class disunion ... her hair was actually of beautiful natural redness
Marina transformed herself, her nerves were always exasperated by the arguments we had. But one thing I noticed: she was a daughter of an ultra-conservative German religious sect that considered any form of pleasure to be abhorrent - no matter how small; everything is sinful for them.
Except that Marina, in her way of being did not deceive a good observer. She had sensuality at its peak and the only way to dissipate his excess energy was with these explosions at work.
One fine day I hit my car, and a bumper was twisted somewhat into an outward curve.
Our office was in an old mansion, and we parked our car on a lawn opposite the annex that had been built to house Marina's department.
Coming at a thousand an hour with papers and stones in her hands to another meeting, she rolled up the skirt on that clumsy bumper of mine.
She came into my room possessed, with the end of her skirt in hand to show me the damage.
In her state of irritation, without realizing what she was doing she lifted up the torn cloth still further to show and make her charge.
Worried about the damage, she didn't realize how much of a surprise it was to me: first the sight of a beautifully trimmed thigh and second that of suggestive underpants.
It wasn't any dental floss, of course... but it was much smaller and more transparent than you would expect from a girl with such modesty.
I think it was only my reaction, astonishment that made her realize what she'd been doing and showing.
Of course, then I had the department reimburse me for my ripped skirt but for weeks Marina avoided me she would send an intern to talk with me every time i met her marina couldn't stop that blush from returning
Two months after that event, we met again. The atmosphere was never the same aggressiveness as before. At first she seemed very intimidated, then became more relaxed. Meetings began to become productive. To my surprise he started telling details and secrets of what happened in his department, as if seeking to establish some complicity.
End of the year, another one of those disgusting company parties in a restaurant rented by the firm where old "Gypsy" women gather at separate tables Marina sat with us she drank and made toasts surprising people who thought her religious fanatic
At the end of the party, he said he didn't have a car and asked for a ride.
A green light flashed on the dashboard...
I was gonna bring other people, and the most logical course of action would have been to leave Marina at home early on.
When we finally arrive, already alone, before I can say anything she invites me up for a coffee and following the ritual of practice tests her by asking if we're going to wake up my roommate.
Solange has already traveled, we'll be at ease...
The green light got stronger...
Elevator with other people, no less formal conversation possible. She opens the door, lets me in and runs off into a dark corridor.
I couldn't stand that party dress any longer.
Then he lifts his shirt and flashes a black panties, something transparent.
- It's the one from that day.
I was obviously wondering how to start this game of seducer/seduced that's being proposed, what to say and how to say it... but she made clear all those things were unnecessary.
I took her body and brought it to me, kissed her... in which I was fully reciprocated by being met with an open mouth and a greedy tongue.
Even in the kiss I gave sequence: with my hands grabbed hold of his underwear and a quick, resolute movement pulled it off, throwing it on the floor.
There were no protests, I could feel her whole skin twitching and she was spreading out her thighs trying to rub her sex against my legs.
She makes a confession to me:
- You call me "the shepherd's daughter" there, don't you?
It really was true, but before I could say anything she went on:
- Well, you should know that I left home precisely to escape from such a restricted world.
And he looks me straight in the eye:
- Surprised ?
No, Marina... it might have surprised me a long time ago but now the word that best describes me is "enchanted".
But while I was still trying to act like a gentleman she went on, looking me down from the waist:
- No, not charming!
And squeeze the hand of my member that swelled under his trousers.
Well, my friends: there's no need to be too descriptive about the moments that followed.
I ripped off her shirt, kissed her and took hold of her breasts. Sweated heavily while she made sure to get rid of my clothes.
Already naked, clinging to each other in a steady kiss we walked beating on the walls of the corridor into the bedroom.
We landed on the bed in a ravenous sixty-nine, she swallowing my whole dick while her little mouthpiece dripped its hot honey into my mouth.
It wasn't a lie, I really enjoyed sex and was eager to find out how best to get the most of it.
She made fun of me in my mouth, and without stopping she continued to suckle at me until I took away all the joy from her... but I don't think it is an exaggeration to assume that feeling all my liquid available excited her even more.
He kept sucking me down to the last drop, but he didn't stop there and moved on.
And that's what he did to me, and then released my member from his mouth... so I could ride him like a sex valkyrie.
It boiled deliciously as I went in and out, but since we'd had our first fling before this relationship now lasted a long time.
An electrifying orgasm that left us totally exhausted.
Soon I had to leave, and she handed me a towel so that I could take a quick shower.
What's the hurry?
As soon as I get in the shower, she shows up.
She gets up on her back, hands me the soap and asks me to shampoo it which I obviously don't mind doing by running foam all over her body with my dry fingers.
Marina pushes her butt further, rubs it all over me.
- You get a hard-on easy, don't you your boy?
He felt a new erection saying "present"...
He grabbed hold of the shower logs and said in a deaf cry:
- Make me your whore, go.
He took the soap from my hands and used it to foam his most forbidden entrance.
It's not the best lubricant for this case, penetration was difficult at first but then I got all horny and there was me inside her who groaned a lot.
He asked me to take his bouquet with my right hand.
She felt it when I finally laughed inside her.
He left the shower in a hurry without finishing his bath.
- I want to feel you inside me all night!
One of those boring end-of-year parties had an unexpectedly tasty ending...
This event started a series of encounters. Married, it wasn't very easy but every week there was me at least once going down to that apartment. As I traveled much for the company it was common to "advance" my departure and spend all night with Marina. It was not one or two times I almost missed my flight in the morning...
One of the things that always intrigued me was this Solange, her friend who shared an apartment with her... she'd never be around.
Marina became increasingly bold and vibrant in bed, although the bed wasn't always a stage.
One time, we did a quote from "Last Tango in Paris" in the kitchen. After one of those nights, early morning we went to coffee and Marina was fetching a sugar bowl on top of the fridge and as she was doing so her T-shirt stood up - that's all she wore - showing off her delicious ass.
- You like it, don't you, kid?... <unk> he said while holding himself in that position, brazenly teasing me.
Two fingers in the buttermilk first, then greasing your anal opening.
I sodomized Marina standing there, hanging from the fridge.
I definitely loved to venture out and do things unexpectedly.
Speaking of unexpected, on one of those nights when I was staying there at 2:00 a.m., the door to my room opens and some 26-year-old blonde woman in her mid-20s with busty breasts evidenced underneath an oversized T-shirt just walks into it.
- What are you doing here? Marina shouts angrily.
- Ah!...I couldn't stand to be outside listening to you...
Solange, her absent friend enters the stage in style.
Solange took off her shirt and said:
- You're not really going to marry him... <unk> And naked, joined us in bed.
Solange grabbed me and kissed me, offering her breasts. At first she didn't want to react thinking that it would turn into a fight.
Daring and surprising: this has always been my Marina's behavioural leitmotif... instead of fighting, she came to kiss me too.
She came down on my body with her lips together with Solange, going in partnership to suck my absurdly hard cock for unexpected horny.
I was almost joking when they stopped and both of them came over to me, threw me down on the floor and took turns sitting in my mouth.
Then, with that peculiar tone of provocation she always had Marina whispers in my ear:
Fuck her, she needs...
And he helped Solange sit on my member to start the ride.
Later, while the three of us were curled up and resting... Marina whispered to me in a way Solange could hear:
- She's never done anal and is crazy to be inaugurated...
Solange tried to deny the claim, but Marina grabbed her and made her stand on all fours.
It was inaugurated...
Well, I don't think you will be surprised to hear that this time I actually missed my flight.
I never saw Solange again, who had apparently moved shortly after that night.
Marina had come to São Paulo, fleeing from the pressures of her ultra-conservative family. The rigid training she'd received was present in her attitudes on a daily basis but it came into direct conflict with Vulcan sensuality which was something innate within her.
She'd had an affair with a college boyfriend back in the South. He was her first man, but his family rejected him. The guy after graduation went to do postgraduate studies in Europe while she came to São Paulo.
Despite her enormous sensuality, she was quite inexperienced when I got to know her intimately.
Little by little, the edges were flattening. Marina was a rough diamond that when polished revealed all its brilliance.
A few months later, an opportunity arose for her to go to a large company based in Porto Alegre. Marina hesitated but I encouraged her and it was really a great opportunity with real possibilities of growth - much more than the company we were at that time-and she would be back close to her old friends and family whose relationship had improved since coming to São Paulo.
He ended up accepting, saying goodbye to me at the airport and smiling with tears in his eyes.
A year later, we received invitations from the firm to her wedding in the South. Apparently she was marrying that old boyfriend who had returned to Brazil.
Far away, no time we couldn't go.
A few days later, we all received identical boxes in the mail along with a thank-you card and a bottle of wine.
The packages were all identical, but in mine there was a sealed envelope inside of which was a card with the lipstick imprinting on those lips that I kissed so much.
Thank you, my unforgettable teacher!
According to my secretaries and interns, I spent the rest of that afternoon staring into infinity with an enigmatic smile on my lips.
That same afternoon, I was about to leave when my direct phone rang:
This is Solange... remember me?
Solange, the friend who shared your apartment?
But that's another story.
I 'm a wolf
Published text.
The copyright is reserved.
Reproduction is hereby prohibited in whole or in part,
and their assignment to third parties,
except with the author's formal permission.
Law 5988 of 1973
I'm not that guy with the immediate boldness, a sniper.
On the contrary, I have a more reserved temperament and way of being and acting.
But there are some advantages to being that way, because people of my race tend to be good listeners. And great listeners always learn more; they can detect in places and people an infinite number of details which those who are most concerned with their own speech never perceive.
I was writing these paragraphs above in response to an e-mail from a friend, when I don't know exactly why I remember Marina.
Now that I remember, let me tell you...
The firm where he worked at the time was in crisis. A new director decided to run by conflict and departments went into a state of war. Old disagreements were brought into the professional field, the climate was really heavy.
In those, my department was constantly questioned by the staff of Budget and Cost Control people there wanted to outsource our work for entrance comparisons in circuit.
Once in a while, I had exhausting meetings and almost always the one who represented them was Marina. She was about 29 years old at that time, tall, nearly my size, slender with honey-colored eyes, ruffled hair...in a color which was fashionable then although other girls said it was painting <unk> on the old class disunion ... her hair was actually of beautiful natural redness
Marina transformed herself, her nerves were always exasperated by the arguments we had. But one thing I noticed: she was a daughter of an ultra-conservative German religious sect that considered any form of pleasure to be abhorrent - no matter how small; everything is sinful for them.
Except that Marina, in her way of being did not deceive a good observer. She had sensuality at its peak and the only way to dissipate his excess energy was with these explosions at work.
One fine day I hit my car, and a bumper was twisted somewhat into an outward curve.
Our office was in an old mansion, and we parked our car on a lawn opposite the annex that had been built to house Marina's department.
Coming at a thousand an hour with papers and stones in her hands to another meeting, she rolled up the skirt on that clumsy bumper of mine.
She came into my room possessed, with the end of her skirt in hand to show me the damage.
In her state of irritation, without realizing what she was doing she lifted up the torn cloth still further to show and make her charge.
Worried about the damage, she didn't realize how much of a surprise it was to me: first the sight of a beautifully trimmed thigh and second that of suggestive underpants.
It wasn't any dental floss, of course... but it was much smaller and more transparent than you would expect from a girl with such modesty.
I think it was only my reaction, astonishment that made her realize what she'd been doing and showing.
Of course, then I had the department reimburse me for my ripped skirt but for weeks Marina avoided me she would send an intern to talk with me every time i met her marina couldn't stop that blush from returning
Two months after that event, we met again. The atmosphere was never the same aggressiveness as before. At first she seemed very intimidated, then became more relaxed. Meetings began to become productive. To my surprise he started telling details and secrets of what happened in his department, as if seeking to establish some complicity.
End of the year, another one of those disgusting company parties in a restaurant rented by the firm where old "Gypsy" women gather at separate tables Marina sat with us she drank and made toasts surprising people who thought her religious fanatic
At the end of the party, he said he didn't have a car and asked for a ride.
A green light flashed on the dashboard...
I was gonna bring other people, and the most logical course of action would have been to leave Marina at home early on.
When we finally arrive, already alone, before I can say anything she invites me up for a coffee and following the ritual of practice tests her by asking if we're going to wake up my roommate.
Solange has already traveled, we'll be at ease...
The green light got stronger...
Elevator with other people, no less formal conversation possible. She opens the door, lets me in and runs off into a dark corridor.
I couldn't stand that party dress any longer.
Then he lifts his shirt and flashes a black panties, something transparent.
- It's the one from that day.
I was obviously wondering how to start this game of seducer/seduced that's being proposed, what to say and how to say it... but she made clear all those things were unnecessary.
I took her body and brought it to me, kissed her... in which I was fully reciprocated by being met with an open mouth and a greedy tongue.
Even in the kiss I gave sequence: with my hands grabbed hold of his underwear and a quick, resolute movement pulled it off, throwing it on the floor.
There were no protests, I could feel her whole skin twitching and she was spreading out her thighs trying to rub her sex against my legs.
She makes a confession to me:
- You call me "the shepherd's daughter" there, don't you?
It really was true, but before I could say anything she went on:
- Well, you should know that I left home precisely to escape from such a restricted world.
And he looks me straight in the eye:
- Surprised ?
No, Marina... it might have surprised me a long time ago but now the word that best describes me is "enchanted".
But while I was still trying to act like a gentleman she went on, looking me down from the waist:
- No, not charming!
And squeeze the hand of my member that swelled under his trousers.
Well, my friends: there's no need to be too descriptive about the moments that followed.
I ripped off her shirt, kissed her and took hold of her breasts. Sweated heavily while she made sure to get rid of my clothes.
Already naked, clinging to each other in a steady kiss we walked beating on the walls of the corridor into the bedroom.
We landed on the bed in a ravenous sixty-nine, she swallowing my whole dick while her little mouthpiece dripped its hot honey into my mouth.
It wasn't a lie, I really enjoyed sex and was eager to find out how best to get the most of it.
She made fun of me in my mouth, and without stopping she continued to suckle at me until I took away all the joy from her... but I don't think it is an exaggeration to assume that feeling all my liquid available excited her even more.
He kept sucking me down to the last drop, but he didn't stop there and moved on.
And that's what he did to me, and then released my member from his mouth... so I could ride him like a sex valkyrie.
It boiled deliciously as I went in and out, but since we'd had our first fling before this relationship now lasted a long time.
An electrifying orgasm that left us totally exhausted.
Soon I had to leave, and she handed me a towel so that I could take a quick shower.
What's the hurry?
As soon as I get in the shower, she shows up.
She gets up on her back, hands me the soap and asks me to shampoo it which I obviously don't mind doing by running foam all over her body with my dry fingers.
Marina pushes her butt further, rubs it all over me.
- You get a hard-on easy, don't you your boy?
He felt a new erection saying "present"...
He grabbed hold of the shower logs and said in a deaf cry:
- Make me your whore, go.
He took the soap from my hands and used it to foam his most forbidden entrance.
It's not the best lubricant for this case, penetration was difficult at first but then I got all horny and there was me inside her who groaned a lot.
He asked me to take his bouquet with my right hand.
She felt it when I finally laughed inside her.
He left the shower in a hurry without finishing his bath.
- I want to feel you inside me all night!
One of those boring end-of-year parties had an unexpectedly tasty ending...
This event started a series of encounters. Married, it wasn't very easy but every week there was me at least once going down to that apartment. As I traveled much for the company it was common to "advance" my departure and spend all night with Marina. It was not one or two times I almost missed my flight in the morning...
One of the things that always intrigued me was this Solange, her friend who shared an apartment with her... she'd never be around.
Marina became increasingly bold and vibrant in bed, although the bed wasn't always a stage.
One time, we did a quote from "Last Tango in Paris" in the kitchen. After one of those nights, early morning we went to coffee and Marina was fetching a sugar bowl on top of the fridge and as she was doing so her T-shirt stood up - that's all she wore - showing off her delicious ass.
- You like it, don't you, kid?... <unk> he said while holding himself in that position, brazenly teasing me.
Two fingers in the buttermilk first, then greasing your anal opening.
I sodomized Marina standing there, hanging from the fridge.
I definitely loved to venture out and do things unexpectedly.
Speaking of unexpected, on one of those nights when I was staying there at 2:00 a.m., the door to my room opens and some 26-year-old blonde woman in her mid-20s with busty breasts evidenced underneath an oversized T-shirt just walks into it.
- What are you doing here? Marina shouts angrily.
- Ah!...I couldn't stand to be outside listening to you...
Solange, her absent friend enters the stage in style.
Solange took off her shirt and said:
- You're not really going to marry him... <unk> And naked, joined us in bed.
Solange grabbed me and kissed me, offering her breasts. At first she didn't want to react thinking that it would turn into a fight.
Daring and surprising: this has always been my Marina's behavioural leitmotif... instead of fighting, she came to kiss me too.
She came down on my body with her lips together with Solange, going in partnership to suck my absurdly hard cock for unexpected horny.
I was almost joking when they stopped and both of them came over to me, threw me down on the floor and took turns sitting in my mouth.
Then, with that peculiar tone of provocation she always had Marina whispers in my ear:
Fuck her, she needs...
And he helped Solange sit on my member to start the ride.
Later, while the three of us were curled up and resting... Marina whispered to me in a way Solange could hear:
- She's never done anal and is crazy to be inaugurated...
Solange tried to deny the claim, but Marina grabbed her and made her stand on all fours.
It was inaugurated...
Well, I don't think you will be surprised to hear that this time I actually missed my flight.
I never saw Solange again, who had apparently moved shortly after that night.
Marina had come to São Paulo, fleeing from the pressures of her ultra-conservative family. The rigid training she'd received was present in her attitudes on a daily basis but it came into direct conflict with Vulcan sensuality which was something innate within her.
She'd had an affair with a college boyfriend back in the South. He was her first man, but his family rejected him. The guy after graduation went to do postgraduate studies in Europe while she came to São Paulo.
Despite her enormous sensuality, she was quite inexperienced when I got to know her intimately.
Little by little, the edges were flattening. Marina was a rough diamond that when polished revealed all its brilliance.
A few months later, an opportunity arose for her to go to a large company based in Porto Alegre. Marina hesitated but I encouraged her and it was really a great opportunity with real possibilities of growth - much more than the company we were at that time-and she would be back close to her old friends and family whose relationship had improved since coming to São Paulo.
He ended up accepting, saying goodbye to me at the airport and smiling with tears in his eyes.
A year later, we received invitations from the firm to her wedding in the South. Apparently she was marrying that old boyfriend who had returned to Brazil.
Far away, no time we couldn't go.
A few days later, we all received identical boxes in the mail along with a thank-you card and a bottle of wine.
The packages were all identical, but in mine there was a sealed envelope inside of which was a card with the lipstick imprinting on those lips that I kissed so much.
Thank you, my unforgettable teacher!
According to my secretaries and interns, I spent the rest of that afternoon staring into infinity with an enigmatic smile on my lips.
That same afternoon, I was about to leave when my direct phone rang:
This is Solange... remember me?
Solange, the friend who shared your apartment?
But that's another story.
I 'm a wolf
Published text.
The copyright is reserved.
Reproduction is hereby prohibited in whole or in part,
and their assignment to third parties,
except with the author's formal permission.
Law 5988 of 1973
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