The Story of Marigold ... or Better Lucia

A brief history of Neide
In my most recent short story ("An Unusual Experience"), I commented on Marinalva, a street prostitute that I met in my youth... well, days after publishing it, amidst another midlife crisis, I found myself looking back at some memories about her... and then it was while having an espresso coffee in a convenience store that I remembered that Marinalv and I had a history... one that can't be forgotten ... well, let's get to it.
Actually who helped me to meet Marinalva was another prostitute named Neide (who was very well known as the panther of Green House). Whenever I went out at night on weekends, invariably, I would end up looking for Neide that after a 'hard' working night gave herself the luxury of choosing whom she ended her evening with ... and luckily, after some time, I became his 'favorite', something which, for a young man like myself was the best achievement...to have a woman available whenever possible.
Neide was a delightful brunette, of medium height, curvy and well-shaped body, with large butt, very firm middle breasts and thighs twisted by long rehearsals in samba school courts; she had green eyes, something absurdly beautiful and captivating. She knew how to converse very well and had a mood capable of relaxing any environment.
One Saturday night, I went to meet Neide -- not at all in the morning. As soon as I parked my car she opened her door and came inside. Her eyes were puffy and her expression of anger was almost frightening. And it wasn't even necessary for me to ask why she had become so irritated because within a minute Neide started throwing up swearing and cursing.
He complained about the low income that night, annoying customers and especially a woman who had appeared out of nowhere wanting to take his "point". As usual I listened patiently to his complaints since from my youth I have always been a good listener for all moments and situations.
After a few minutes, Neide looked at me and after a short silence she burst out laughing happily. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me tenderly; then she looked up to me and thanked me for being an attentive gentle man. I replied that this is what friends, boyfriends and lovers are for. Neide laughed again and asked the clothes-burner: "Are you my lover?"
- I'm certainly not your gigolo!
Neide loved my answer and after another kiss, she confirmed: <unk>So from today you are my official lover...and as such need to be available for me whenever I want ...<unk>
We then went to our usual drive-in, where after ordering drinks - a martini for her and a Coke for me - we ducked like two animals in heat. Neide undressed with his customary agility and helped me do the same. Immediately I fell on my mouth into brunette's stuffy nipples, sucking them out and making her groan madly. One feature that always excited me (perhaps because it was new) was her habit of shaving off her vaginal region.
I loved to stroke her smooth, perfect lower belly and vagina; she in turn delighted in my gentle caring touch and always told me that no man would do this with her... something which left me with the characteristic male pride of youth.
Within a few minutes I was on top of her, fucking vigorously and burying my hard roll in its entrails. Neide enjoyed an ease that I had never seen before, and even though aware that my sexual experience wasn't vast enough to weave comparisons, it drove me crazy so much that I resisted the utmost just to appreciate the female's moans and cries.
We fucked several times, until I told her that I wanted to have fun. Neide pushed me almost into despair and ordered me to make fun of her. Without arguing or thinking, I obeyed by pulling out the roll and finishing my "job" with a good masturbation till ejaculation arrived. Enjoyed letting jets of hot viscous sperm lick my partner's belly and tummy.
When I was done, I unzipped next to her. We were on the bench behind my Aero-Willis which had enough space for all sorts of stirrups and as I took a breath again, I watched Neide spreading sperm over his body like some kind of cream. "That's great for your skin you know!" she said, continuing with her massage and staring at me with an air full of naiveté.
The first rays of sun began to explode on the horizon as we exited the Drive-In. I asked her where she wanted me to drop her off, and after a few minutes thinking about it, she replied that I could take her up to Princess Isabel Square; I agreed with the plan and took my turn at the next access point towards Neide's location. And just as I started accelerating, I was abruptly interrupted by her shrill voice telling me to stop the car.
I hardly had time to obey, seeing Neide open the door and jump up and run towards a woman who seemed to be waiting for her ride at a bus stop. Neide approached this woman screaming and gesticulating like crazy; saying that she needed to respect each other's point of view and see well whose customer it was. While Neide yelled reproaches against his muddy interlocutor, I kept examining this woman.
She was a beautiful black woman with soft, almost angelic face whose shining eyes were placid and her expression showed calmness while Neide persisted in cursing at her. In the end she merely smiled timidly and said only that each one take care of his own. I am not sure whether or not Neide gave herself to be satisfied by this answer from this woman but it is true that soon afterwards she returned and got into the car.
We said our goodbyes in the square where Neide had asked me to leave her, and after a kiss I told her to calm down because it would be no use getting angry at chimeras (I don't even know if she knew what "chimera" meant).
Neide stared at the paper and then turned to me, smiling maliciously; <unk>well since you are my official mistress...who knows, one of these days I'll call you ...what do you think?<unk> In reply she smiled discreetly, limiting myself only to say that it would be very nice if this happened. She jumped out of the car and disappeared in a few minutes.
Sometimes I used to think that Neide was some kind of witch or something, because when the deal went down she did it better than anyone.
Curiously, I returned by the same route that I had taken... in my subconscious there remained an image of this beautiful black woman and a remote possibility to still see her at the bus stop.
Immediately, I turned the first corner and made a regular outline to get back on point. However, luck did not smile at me because I saw the black woman getting into a bus and leaving. To this day, I cannot explain why I had done that but without thinking of possible consequences, I started following the bus as I was very curious about where she lived.
After some apprehensive time, she finally jumped out of the collective at a point deep inside a neighborhood that I knew very well. I parked my car for a distance and watched as she crossed the street and entered through a gate which seemed to lead into a narrow corridor that disappeared in a small alleyway more like a farmhouse.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was past eight in the morning. I turned off my engine and stood there, not knowing what to do or think; I couldn't just get out of the car go over and applaud waiting for the woman whom I had followed to greet me with a smile on her lips. For two or three times I felt an impulse to start up and drive home but something held me back from doing anything which could be regretted later.
Suddenly, the cellar opened again and a person emerged from the corridor. It was her; it was she but different: long black straight hair had disappeared (it turned out to be a wig), and heavy clothes were replaced by an extremely fair bermuda and regatta T-shirt - items that further emphasized the rolling shapes of this dark beauty.
And to my surprise, she crossed the street in came towards me! I was shocked, feeling palpitation and a deep fear...the woman could come with everything on top of me and I would be an idiot who followed her!
She approached the car and after scolding me, said that if I had followed her on Neide's behalf to tell her that everyone has their right in the street and she would not be frightened by any threat. Immediately, I asked her to let me speak and explained that it was done for no order from anyone but only because of my desire to see you and know you.
She became uncomfortable for a few minutes and then asked me to leave because she was someone I knew there, and my presence could cause her problems. She walked away while I started the car and continued on my way. Before going, I asked her name ..., and she replied: "My wartime name is Lucia".
I spent the weekend thinking about Lucia; after all she was a beautiful and desirable black woman, and I felt full of desire to fuck her. On Sunday night, I circled around the area where she and Neide used to score but without any success because Sunday was a complicated day for finding any opportunity on the streets. However, to my complete surprise, I was returning home when I saw Lucy jump out of a car and headed towards the bus stop where she as usual waited for the first car in the morning.
Without thinking of any possible consequences, I approached and parked near her; Lucia bent down to see who was inside the vehicle and smiled when she saw me. She came closer and said that she was tired and just wanted to go home ... before she could continue, I offered her a casual ride, stating that I was going home and it was my way anyway.
Lucia resisted, preferring to wait for the driver but at my insistence she finally relented saying that it was just a ride. I nodded in agreement and we continued on our way. On the road I found out that "Lucia" is actually Marinalva, thirty-eight years old single mother of an adolescent boy who lived with him and during the week worked as a diarist in her family's home where weekend activities were supplementary income.
She told me that she entered this "life" not by chance, but rather out of obligation ... said her companion (the boy's father), drank too much and got into debt to the point of offering it as payment for a nearby boat owner; Marinalva, upon learning about this "negotiation", argued with her husband who cowardly attacked her, demanding that she obey him.
Angry and out of control, she picked up a knife and threatened the guy who ran away; the next day he tried to talk with the owner but in response heard a threat. Either she was going after him or her son would pay for it... And that's how hurt and humiliated she decided to turn this situation into an opportunity to support herself without help from anyone else.
He clashed with the owner of the bar and then threatened him to tell his wife everything if he didn't leave her alone ..., Marinalva was a diarist in their house, and fearing for the worst, he ended up agreeing even offering money in exchange for his silence.
We were parked in front of her house at the time, and I was very moved by her story; she smiled at me, stroked my hair, told me that I was different from other men, praised my kindness and manners, and finally declared Neide to be a lucky woman.
We kissed good-bye, and I continued on my way to work.
My week was a busy and eventful one, as I had been promoted from being just an attendant to taking on more responsibilities. The new job filled my time with fun. And I worked hard ... until finally Friday came!
It was the end of business and my colleagues were arranging to go out for a few beers and casual conversation; and I, though abstinent (as I still am today), liked the idea of casual talk as an escape from everyday stress.
So we were getting ready when the phone rang; one of my colleagues answered and started laughing, asking that the person on the other end wait a bit. "She said she wanted to talk with her fat lover", he thought it was me! <unk>" My friend said as he held up his handset for me. I listened amidst laughter from our colleagues. On the other side Neide's half-hoarse sexy voice made an unanswerable invitation...
I asked her where and she replied that I could choose the place and time. Looking at my watch, it was six-thirty; then telling Neide to meet me on the corner of Duque de Caxias and St John's Avenue in about forty minutes.
I felt her soft hands wrap around my eyes and her voice whisper in my ear asking me to guess who it was. I turned, we hugged and kissed each other. Wasting no time, we climbed the old weathered marble staircase up to the reception area where our usual grumpy manager waited for his regular customers.
He demanded the price of two days' wages, but Neide replied in his uncouth way that we would only pay one and he should be satisfied; the man growled audibly as he held out a key to an upstairs room.
We entered the room and Neide asked to go to the bathroom, from there returning only in her underpants, displaying her firm pointed breasts with stuffy nipples. Immediately I took her into my arms, kissed her and began caressing her ass by pushing down on her panties. The brunette didn't waste any time reacting as she shoved me enough to unbutton my shirt forcing me to bare my chest.
Then she lowered her dexterous hands with precise movements, unbuttoned my belt and let it slide down to the floor. She immediately shoved her hand into her underwear and took my hard roll in her hands massaging vigorously. As we were close to the bed, I took initiative and pushed Neide towards her; getting rid of the last piece of clothing, freeing Neide from her panties.
I leaped over her, falling mouth-first into her delicious breasts and sucking and licking almost like a savage; Neide in turn writhed beneath me letting her belly rub against my cock further stimulating the desire between us both.
I penetrated with a single almost aggressive movement, thrusting the scroll in at once; Neide groaned loudly, burying her fingernails on my back, something that caused me no pain but rather more excitement.
We fucked for so long that I was impressed with my endurance, as well as the rigidity of the dick which showed itself ready to whatever came. Neide enjoyed one ..., two ... three times..., and this was followed by a successive sequence of orgasms that my partner made it a point to exalt at full lungs. After quite some time, I told her she needed to have fun; Neide looked at me with flickering eyes and said it wasn't yet the moment and that I should restrain myself as much as possible.
"You said you were my lover, didn't I?" Then they would like it... try to endure this delicious insatiable panther; I understood that as an order and in my tender youth, a given order was an executed one.
I shouted at her that you were about to make fun of Neide, and that it was my choice whether or not to do it inside her, or lick her as much as I wanted. And with an uncontrollable urge to do so, in a quick gesture I pulled out the coil without even having to stimulate her because ejaculation happened like a wave moving from within my bowels into the sweaty body of the female in hot, viscous jets which left Neide's belly and even face smeared with semen.
I fell to her side on the bed, gasping for breath and feeling my heartbeat in my mouth. Neide had no intention whatsoever of giving me a reprieve since she threw herself upon me without arms, rubbing like a snake and distributing my burden over my sweaty skin.
Then she lay down beside me and we dozed for a while. I was awakened by the kisses of my partner who had her roll in hand, stimulating her to recover from the effort for another round. Ah! The delight of youth ..., my roll responded to Neide's caresses and within minutes it stood erect and ready for a new fight.
She climbed on top of me and with the aid of one hand, brought the scroll towards her vagina making it disappear inside. Neide then mounted me with an amazon's skill accustomed to taming men of any age. I held her breasts and carried my mouth up to them licking their haloes and sucking their nipples, causing her to groan again.
Once again my partner enjoyed a sequence of orgasms that drove her crazy, screaming and moaning and ordering me not to stop pleasing her. After some time seeing the situation didn't change i.e., my role showed no signs of weakening, Neide kissed me several times until provoking me with a suggestion: "Next time" she whispered in my ear",you will eat my ass!"
I was so enthusiastic that I had a rush to do it right away; however, Neide held back this impetus saying that it wasn't yet time for me to be rewarded with his ass. "I will let you just stick your little head in", understood?
Saying this, Neide jumped onto the bed on all fours near the edge and ordered me to position myself behind her. I stood at the side of the bed and held it by its waist while directing the roller towards her asshole. Let the glans slide gently into him; felt the initial resistance which indicated that Neide was not in the habit of offering up his seat for anyone (something that haunts me even today!). And when she came inside my partner let out a deep groan as he pulled backwards and bounced like a dancer.
We stood like this for a few moments and I even tried to continue my charge, but my partner backed away allowing only the glans to remain inside her.
She sat on the edge of the bed and started masturbating me, also massaging my balls and looking at me with an air of control. <unk>Let's go, my male, jokes to me ..., enjoys that I want more fucking myself all honeyed!<unk> Well I wanted to resist but it was impossible, and before she could say anything else I ejaculated, milking her breasts and face once again.
Neide let go of the roll and began to rub semen on her skin repeating the usual phrase that it was very good for maintaining soft texture in his body, then we threw ourselves into bed and fell deeply asleep.
In the morning, we said our good-byes with her saying that she needed to travel for some troubles and would let me know as soon as possible ..., unfortunately I never saw her again. To this day I don't know what happened to that wonderful woman who was my most delightful youth adventure, and even today I miss her, her frank sincere laughter and her naughty provocative smile.
(End of the first part...)