An Invitation to the Quiet

A friend 's account
That was the first time I was surprised by a female invitation, which happened in the most unexpected and unusual way. I was doing my usual exercises, walking and then running, when I saw something curious. In the square where I usually start my "circuit", on one of the concrete benches that are in the center of the square, I saw a squeeze (those typical gym bottles for carrying water or isotonic), abandoned without owner.
I looked, but ignored its relevance, going on with my exercise. However, when I finished the last lap, before starting the race, I went to the bench and stretched, looking at the squeeze; after a while, I looked around and wondered if that wasn't some kind of "grip" prepared for someone, or even for me.
I hesitated for a few minutes, staring at that object, until, overcome by the will, I took it in my hands and examined it; it was an aluminum squeeze, with its own lid and lid protector. From the look of it it seemed to be of very little use, and after a few more looks, I decided to take it with me. I went on my way continuing my exercises.
Later, at home, after relaxing a bit and drinking a lot of water, I turned my attention to the object that had been seized earlier. As I shook it, I noticed that it contained some liquid, which is why I decided to empty it and then wash it properly. And to my surprise, as I emptied its contents, I realized that there was more than just water.
From inside it, a small plastic packaging slipped out and inside it there was a piece of paper! I squeezed it, and then I focused my attention on its contents. I carefully tore the plastic and took out the small piece of paper inside it. When I opened the paper I was even more surprised. It was a note!
On it was a name and a mobile phone number; the name was <unk>Cínthia<unk>; I was bewildered by it all; <unk>what it was all about, after all<unk>, I thought curious and somewhat distressed, because it could be some kind of message to someone and I had inadvertently intercepted it! <unk>What the fuck did I do!<unk>, I thought about self-punishment ...
I kept thinking about a way to fix this "crap" that I had made, and after a while, I decided that the best thing to do was to call this Cynthia person and tell her what I had done and apologize to her, and that's what I did. I picked up my phone and called her, and after a few rings one of the most delightful voices I've ever heard in my entire life answered the call.
- Hello, who's this?
-Excuse me, Cynthia <unk> I said still stunned with the delicious voice <unk> You don't know me, but I believe I did something that may have harmed you.
-What do you mean? <unk> she asked astonished <unk> I'm not understanding anything...
-Please <unk> I asked, almost in supplication <unk> Let me explain to you: I was walking and I found the squeeze that you left for someone and ...
- For someone, no! <unk> she interrupted <unk> I left a message for you!
The message, the squeeze, were they for me?
"Of course!" she replied without hesitation.
"But what do you want from me?" I asked curious and frightened at the same time.
"Calm down, sweetheart!" Cynthia replied in a hoarse voice. "I don't want anything from you, I want you!"
Immediately, I felt my heart leaping in my chest and my breathing becoming difficult ..., a woman interested in me ..., would it really be true?
"Hi, are you still there?" Cynthia asked curiously.
- Yes, I said, still stunned.
The message on the squeeze was for you...
- And how do you know me? <unk> I asked even more curious.
- I always see you <unk> she replied <unk> Walking, running ..., displaying your beautiful tattoos ..., too hot ...
I was unable to react, or even say anything, and in the face of my lethargy, Cynthia decided to go on:
I'm a woman, healthy, hot, good in bed and crazy to climb ..., I'm married, but my husband doesn't manage, and so we decided that I could do whatever I wanted to satiate my thirst ..., and you were the chosen one ..., say, the first ..., and?
I was unable to react and this made my interlocutor impatient:
So you're not going to say anything, or maybe I picked the wrong guy, or maybe you're a slut, or maybe you're gay?
-No! <unk> I cried out, coming out of the almost mortifying lethargy <unk> I ..., I bump, yes ...
-Great! <unk> praised Cynthia <unk> So, it's this: tomorrow when you pass here near home I'll call you ..., so you'll know where I live ..., then when the bar is clean I'll let you know and you come fuck me ..., understood?
I replied, still stunned.
-Wonderful! <unk> she celebrated <unk> So we'll talk soon ..., and, pay attention ..., nothing to tell this to anyone, otherwise you will get fucked ..., kisses, tasty ...
When I turned off the machine, I was overcome with excitement, fear, doubt, and insecurity, but I still waited until the next day to find out where this Cynthia lived.
And the next day, as I was walking around a small square near my home and part of my exercise routine, my cell phone rang; it was a message from Whats ..., from Cynthia! "Are you seeing the house in front, with a balcony in the upper room? Look carefully and pay attention!" the message said.
I looked at the location; it was a terraced house with doors and windows in colonial arches, and the room indicated had a small balcony with an iron grill and a balcony door. The door opened and a beautiful woman appeared on the balcony; Cynthia was a delightful oriental plus-size body calibrated. She was wearing very provocative black lingerie and high-heeled shoes.
She approached the door, just enough for me to observe her; she had opulent breasts, supported by the half-cup bra, thick thighs and firm belly; she rolled around to display the rest of the material. She had a beautiful ass, whose buttocks jumped out of her panties, exhibiting an intriguing firmness.
After this brief exhibition, Cynthia smiled at me and closed the doors again. I felt like the wolf from the fairy tale story, drooling and wanting to howl with such passion; and my cell phone rang again. "So, did you like what you saw? Now wait ..., when the time is right I'll let you know and you come fuck me ..., kisses".
I regained consciousness and kept walking so as not to attract attention, since this is a residential neighborhood with a provincial neighborhood. Yet that image drove me crazy with excitement! Cynthia had awakened a desire without limits!
Days went by, without my partner giving any sign of life ..., no messages, calls or any other means of communication ..., I thought that everything had cooled down so much that nothing new would happen anymore ..., however ...
My phone rang; it was a Whats from Cynthia ..., <unk>do you have a secure email?<unk> If you have send the address to me<unk>. I responded immediately, with a reliable and unique address. It didn't take more than five minutes and she replied by Whats: <unk>Go there and look at the little present that I sent to you!<unk>. I opened my notebook and there was a message.
The message was actually a short video; I tapped the player to play it. In it, Cynthia emerged in a discreet environment. She was naked and rolling ..., rolled for a few seconds and then looked at the camera and smiled. At that moment, a man appeared next to her, whom I assumed to be her husband. He was an older man than her and seemed to be unfamiliar with the recording. They were both naked and started a huge catch.
The subject's roller was halfway up the mast and showed no signs of a full erection; they rubbed each other, until Cynthia got down on her knees and took the roller in her mouth sucking it very vigorously. The video was almost at the end and the subject's roller was not avenging ..., and so the video came to an end. I stared at the screen in total disbelief when my phone rang. It was another message from Cynthia.
"See what I suffer? I'll wait for you tomorrow morning. And come with that bulletproof dick to fuck me hot!" I turned off the device and was eager for tomorrow to come as soon as possible.
The next morning, there I was, standing in front of Cynthia's house. It took a few minutes for her to appear on the balcony of the bedroom. She slammed the doors open and motioned for me to come in. Instinctively, I walked to the iron gate that was unlocked. I entered and climbed the small staircase that led to the main door, which was also unlocked.
I advanced through the room and reached the stairs that led to the upper floor. The end of the corridor led to the master bedroom. I pushed the door and there was Cynthia, naked and full of horny. I ran to her and grabbed her, taking her nipples in her mouth and sucking it with passion. We didn't say a word, we just curled up, surrendered to our impetuous desire.
Without excessive brutality, I threw Cynthia on the bed and threw myself between her legs, sucking and licking her cricket that was already all wet; Cynthia groaned, sighed and asked for more. <unk>That, sucks me good, makes me laugh ..., Ahhhh!<unk>.
I made Cynthia make fun of me once, twice, three times, finally several times in my mouth, and still I was not satisfied. However, my partner had other ideas in mind. Without warning, she pushed my head and pulled me to the bed. In a surprising way, and also unexpected, she tore my shirt, stripped my chest and took my nipples between her lips, sucking them hungrily.
I held her hair with one hand, squeezing it tightly, while she drove me mad with her nervous mouth. A squeeze on my groin made my muscles tighten; Cynthia had taken the hard roll in her hand and squeezed it furiously. She let go of my nipples and stood up, bringing her hands up to my waist, and leaving me naked with a single pull.
With incredible skill, Cynthia took my roll in her hand and shoved it into her mouth, sucking and licking as she massaged my balls. I grabbed her hair and pulled it tight, taking control of the situation. I made her head go up and down along the roll to the point of suffocating her. Still, that untamed female wouldn't give me a break.
-Try to act like the man you are! <unk> she demanded, when she was able to get the roll out of her mouth <unk> Come fuck that little bitch with fire in her mouth!
In an inexplicable rage, I grabbed Cynthia by the back of the head, squeezed her hair between my fingers and made her stand up. I threw her onto the bed on her stomach, exposing her rolling and firm buttocks. With the same energy, I made her stand on all fours and after pushing her buttocks away with my hands, I buried the pulsating roller in her watery little mouth with a single deep movement.
Cynthia groaned loudly and started rolling her ass. I immediately suppressed this reaction with a few vigorous slaps on her buttocks. She yelled and called me a freak.
You provoked me, didn't you, bitch! I screamed, as I filled your vagina with furious movements. Now hold my roll by punching that little bitch's mouth!
That's what I want, fuck me like I deserve!
I continued to stockpile and make Cynthia experience another sequence of orgasms that made her groan, sigh, scream and ask for more, and suddenly, I pulled the roll out and saw her ass winking at me.
Without warning, I grabbed her tightly and squeezed her glans into those tight folds. Cynthia screamed in pain and tried to back away, but I held her so tightly that she had no way to escape; with another sequence of slaps on her buttocks, I buried the scroll with furious movements, caring little about what she was feeling.
I can't stand that big roll on my ass!
I yelled at her, wasn't that what you wanted, a good fuck?
After a few minutes, I was stocking that ass, still under the protests of my partner who was doing everything to resist the impossible.
-Don't stop, you son of a bitch! <unk> she threatened <unk> Shove that fat roll up my ass..., oh, that's very good!
I continued to fuck Cynthia's ass until I couldn't take it anymore, while I took the time to finger her little finger, making her go crazy with a hard-on, and it was orgasms and orgasms and orgasms, driving my partner crazy.
When I felt that my strength was at its limit, I pulled out the scroll and pulled Cynthia by the hair, forcing her to kneel while I rubbed my scroll on her face, pushing it in and out of her mouth.
- Now, bitch, I ordered you, out of me, suck my dick that I want to fuck in your face, and see if you do it right, bitch!
Cynthia looked at me with a submissive, defeated look and swallowed the roll, sucking with the utmost dedication, and it was in this unusual atmosphere that I enjoyed, ejaculating into the mouth of my partner, who struggled to keep the semen from flowing between her lips.
- Now, swallow it all! <unk> I ordered in an angry tone <unk> Swallow, you whore!
And she obeyed. When it was all over, I was left with my shirt in tatters, a soft stick and a delightful woman lying on the bed, sullen but happy. I didn't say anything, even because I didn't know what to say ... I just walked away.
The next day, a message and a surprise. "It was great! I loved it! And my husband too ..., he saw the video and got a wonderful erection! We climbed like crazy! Thank you. Whenever you want ..., we will be waiting for you". Kisses from Cynthia and Raphael.
To this day I can't stop thinking about the crazy thing that was that message on the squeeze!
Still, it was worth it!