Direct contact on the social network

I didn't really believe this urban legend that in the busiest social networking environment of our time, there was any chance to find a woman who would just climb without commitment...
A friend suggested to me that I open a Facebook page so we could exchange academic experiences and chat occasionally; I confess, at first I resisted the proposal because being married my wife does not like these environments which she says are places of pure filth but after some time I ended up creating one for myself (changing some data and limiting who can access it).
At first it was a bit boring, since what you see on the net mostly are squirrelly messages, meaningless comments and much more butch chatter from guys who just want to take advantage of a situation in which casual sex is involved. After some time I used that space to post optimistic posts, poems, stories, commentaries and news articles ... and, to my complete surprise, soon I had quite a few friends! And girlfriends too, of course!
One day, while browsing through the "network", I saw a picture of an older woman who was very beautiful and attractive. She said that it was her birthday and she wanted to receive congratulatory messages; instinctively, I posted a message with a beautiful image and dedicated it to her on her anniversary event; then I received a very cheerful reply which I immediately replied. And this initial communication gave way to an exchange of messages that gradually became more intimate until she asked for my friendship online.
I accepted at first and we started chatting on <unk>inbox<unk>; her name was Sandra, she was approximately fifty-six years old, separated, living with her daughter and granddaughters in a city of the interior of São Paulo. For some time, we exchanged messages and discussed various subjects ... until one day when she sent me an image of herself by the swimming pool at home...
What madness! She was delightfully suggestive and beautiful; curly hair, medium height, rolling body (which I love so much!) and a look that invited sex. I wrote that she was too pretty and cute and she responded by finding it funny and saying that I was "pulling the wool over my eyes"; I retorted that she had no age or skill for jokes out of context.
From then on, her interest in me grew and the reciprocal was true. She sent me more pictures of clutching bermuda shorts, strapless blouse and others by the pool ... until one day she asked for a picture of mine ... I became fearful and resisted for some time discouraging and saying that he had no current photo .
But my resistance didn't last long, and one afternoon I sent a picture of myself to her inbox; she freaked out! She called me "cute", "sweetie" and that fueled my excitement. Then we got into an even more heated conversation until the moment when she asked if I was married; I did not hesitate and said yes ... as messages suddenly stopped, I assumed she had been disappointed with me and let it settle for some days.
Again, she was the one who contacted me about my marital status and asked other things...until one day when she sent me a beautiful picture and I called her "tesuda"; she wanted to know if what I said was true or just social media chatter.
The conversation became even more heated, until the day when I typed: "Putz! I'm very horny for you!" She was silent for a few minutes ... to then type in: "Oh, love! Truly!"; I answered yes and she said that she too was very excited. Told her it had been almost one year since she gave a good climb (!)... Sandra sent an emoticon of <unk>espanto<unk> before typing: "True? Horny?"; I replied yes and masturbating two or three times per day. And another surprise emotikon.
Suddenly, she said that she had to take care of her granddaughter and left; I wondered about what happened ... What was Sandra's real intention? Was it all a decoy and in the end only frustration would remain? The truth is, the answer did not take long to arrive. A few days later, she nudged me on facebook and I entered <unk>inbox<unk> .
"What you said", she asked, "is true!" Bitch I ask her what she was talking about; she tells me it's about not having sex for almost a year. I answered in the affirmative, and she manifested her surprise and at the same time her rapture to immediately make me the craziest proposal that I had ever heard in my whole life; "you know, lust", she began, "I've been looking for a man to make me woman again ... unfortunately those who came to meet me here never returned, leaving me frustrated with very low self-esteem...and now knowing you thought one thing".
A heavy silence ensued until she continued: "I'm not looking for a companion and much less a husband, because I have had both. I am seeking a man to make me his wife, give me pleasure and let me give him pleasure... so if you can manage coming here at least once every two weeks without your wife knowing about it we could ... well, we could climb pretty hot and fuck ... quite what do you think?"
That was one of the rare moments in my life when I became speechless... a woman, hot and fiery and tense proposed to me just meet up for fuck! No commitment, no hook-up anyway, without any bond other than sex! Embarrassed, it took some time to accept that this is true. And it was Sandra who got me out of lethargy by sending her picture with tight shorts and sleeveless blouse showing off her wonderful ass!
I started typing like crazy, saying that I loved the idea and could think of a way to visit her every two weeks; she was overjoyed and said she'd be looking forward to our first meeting. We talked some more then we parted ways because she worked as an elderly care worker at night and needed to get dressed for going out, so I disconnected from the network and began thinking about Sandra's proposal, but in fact there were women on it who wanted uncommitted companionship just to have sex and make intimate friendships. I was very excited about the idea, especially since it wasn't my intention to find someone who would "discover" a constant presence and much less a girlfriend or lover ... anyway Sandra is perfect!
In the days that followed, we had a lot of fun on "inbox", teasing and hinting at each other until one day it turned into virtual sex. I was typing with her saying she's in trouble and she responded by telling me how wet her mouth is when she boldly asked if I could call to help her have some fun.
Without thinking about the possible consequences of my attitude, (after all I was in my work environment!), I took out my handset, switched it to another line that I had and ran into a private bathroom locking myself inside and calling Sandra. And barely said hello to her ...
-Oh, hottie! <unk> she said in a hushed and horny voice <unk> come on my sweetie, make fun of me, please... I want it.
-Then rub that little sketch, tesuda! <unk> I replied while waving my belt and ripping off the trousers, putting out the hard roll <unk> am with my stick in hand, hot ... it's tough !
I think I'm going to have fun, my horny ... take this stick and laugh with me.
I started masturbating furiously, listening to Sandra call me cute and hot... until after a lot of effort... I announced that it was for fun.
-I'll joke along with you <unk> I warned her <unk> i am close, hot ... come on, fool around with me...
We had fun together, with uncontrollable moans on the phone and Sandra saying how good that "virtual" joke was. And we said our farewells not before she made me a brazen request: I wanted a picture of my dick! I thought it very funny and after some relief right there in the bathroom, I put my penis into alert position and took some pictures from him. I recorded them and sent by mobile to her.
I had barely returned to my desk and the inbox was flashing, announcing new messages; they were all from Sandra (of course!); at first she thanked me for "virtual orgasm", and on the rest of them delighted with the photos that I sent her. In one of them commented that he loved sucking a dick and after enjoying it used to sleep with it in his mouth like a pacifier (!)
I replied that she couldn't wait for the day when we would meet and fulfill all our fantasies; she said she was just as anxious to feel my cock in her mouthpiece which, according to her, was still too "short" ... well done! We parted ways because both of us needed work.
The days went by, the weeks came and then months! My "virtual relationship" with Sandra had already lasted two months and I couldn't arrange a schedule to see her in person; there were many obstacles: my job, my marriage, distance because she lived in an inner city of São Paulo ... finally, many difficulties surrounded the possibility that I could go meet her.
"Oh, I can't stand this waiting any longer!" complained Sandra in her 'inbox'... and me without words... not knowing what to say....
<unk>I think I'm going to meet you ... what do you think?<unk> I felt immediately enlightened! That was the most fantastic idea that Sandra had in recent times; "Come on, I am waiting for you, cute "... , I replied without wasting time. Sandra sent a smile emoji and I understood it was worthwhile !
A few days later, on a Thursday morning I got this text message; it was short and delicious: "I'm arriving in São Paulo. I will call you as soon as I get off at the bus stop". Kisses! And so I became radiant and because I was going to work, I stopped in an alleyway, called my superiors and asked for time off that day. As soon as the green light came up, I walked towards the bus station eagerly awaiting meeting Sandra.
Near the boarding/disembarkation gate, my cell phone rang; it was Sandra. I answered and asked her to wait for me at the landing because I was arriving. Within a few minutes, Sandra was in the car with me. She was an older woman who smiled provocatively. We kissed and then drove off to a motel that she knew nearby.
As soon as we entered the suite's garage, I went on a rampage and kissed Sandra very tenderly; she returned my kiss with great tenderness while our hands touched everything within her reach. After many hugs and kisses, we got out of the car and headed for the bedroom. We walked in and tried to push Sandra against the wall by squeezing her hard with my body; we rubbed each other like two animals in the heat and I started unbuttoning the thin shirt that my partner was wearing.
Then I took off her bra and grabbed her small, pointy breasts in my hands, delighting myself with the knobby nipples and wide pink haloes.
It wasn't so hard to take off the jeans that Sandra was wearing, revealing a beautiful braid underwear which revealed more than it hid. I turned her back and grabbed her rolled buttocks, squeezing them between my fingers and nipping at her neck, making her groan even harder.
Sandra, uncontrollably pushed me with her ass and turned to me, jumping over my body and wanting to leave me naked for her delight; I resisted and made her go up to the bed and sit on his edge. Then I undressed slowly, exhibiting myself as a well-resolved male with my half obese nudity and finally showing Sandra all the power of my cock that was so hard it hurt.
As soon as I approached Sandra, she took the roll in her hands and pulled it towards its mouthpiece and stuck a blowtorch inside. Sandra was sucking and lickin' that roll with the same euphoria of a female who hadn't felt the delights of sex for so long.
Not intending to mock at that moment, I took the scroll from inside my partner's mouth and asked her to lie on all fours in bed; she obeyed without wasting any time by showing off her enormous rolled-up tail, revealing the little sketch hidden between the inner thighs.
So excited, I plunged my mouth into that little kiss and licked it eagerly; Sandra began to groan and roll her ass saying how good I was at this; I persisted in my task by sucking and licking on her vagina and making fun of her more than once while savoring its bitter nectar. I held her buttocks with my hands, squeezing them and feeling the provocative firmness. Sandra seemed in a trance babbling incomplete sentences interrupted by sighs and moans.
Inspired by my partner, I stood up and pointed the molasses-laden roll towards her little face, holding it firmly to her buttocks and tucking in its glans, initiating the sweetest penetration of my life; and I must confess that Sandra hadn't lied when she said it was a "little one", for I felt tremendous resistance as the spike head tore through my companion's narrow reins.
I moved forward resolutely, shoving my roll little by little into the bowels of Sandra who was not complaining; on the contrary she anticipated the moment, turning her butt and asking me to put everything inside her.
My partner let out a long, high-pitched groan that ended with an expression of praise: "Oh! What a fucking hot guy!" I loved the phrase which encouraged me to initiate vigorous back and forth movements by poking Sandra's mouthpiece. It caused hallucinatory spasms in my partner who was moaning like crazy, now screaming, then wailing, bordering on sweet insanity brought about by sex gone mad.
Sandra was soon having fun, one... two... three... four times and more! And each new orgasm of my partner could be felt with the hot liquid flowing from my dick and leaking through the edges of her flooded bowl. An indescribable delight coming from a woman who liked sex as much or even more than I did!
Our climb went on for so long that I hardly knew what time it was; all I did know is that I didn't have the slightest desire to see any of this end. Just boundless climbing with a sensual and very exciting woman was enough for me. We persisted in our fucking, Sandra having fun so many times we ended up losing count without my giving any sign of vulnerability (not that I was invincible or alpha male ... just a little chemistry collaboration really timely!).
Sandra, on the other hand, did not report any fatigue either, stimulated by a wave of orgasms that took over her body and made her experience a long-desired sensation.
-Oh, my love! <unk> she pleaded in a hoarse voice <unk> come fuck me up the ass, come... I want to!
Upon hearing that request, I felt an energy rise within me renewing myself and making me feel like the most accomplished male at that moment. Without thinking of anything else, I held my stick by its base and after cracking open the gap between my female's buttocks with my other hand revealing my precious gift, pointed my bearded roller in his direction and walked forward fearlessly.
As the glans tore through her previously untouched folds, Sandra let out a loud groan and found it difficult to breathe for several moments. This made me think that I had caused more pain than pleasure.
I was reluctant to go on, for fear of hurting my partner; but she surprised me by begging that I should continue deflowering her ass. In spite of some discomfort caused by such forced and tight penetration, I proceeded slowly burying my roll, letting the molasses from my companion's joys operate a necessary lubricating oil in the hole, enabling me to advance more evenly.
When I finally felt the balls brush against my partner's inside buttocks, I decided it was time to stock up on long and protracted movements so she could feel all the intensity of anal penetration.
We copulated, once again without measure with her receiving and distancing my dick from her ass and I in turn intensifying my movements until reaching such a speed that any pain or discomfort was absorbed by the enormous sensation of immeasurable and conspicuous pleasure.
Sandra made fun of others so many times, and after a long time I shouted at her that she couldn't take it anymore.
-Come, my delightful one! <unk> she asked him to come and mock me in the mouth.
Immediately, I pulled the licked-up roll off Sandra's ass... who with quick movements turned to me and knelt on the floor... opening her mouth wide at first... sucking it in a passionate way.
I threw myself on the bed and fell into a deep sleep; I woke up feeling Sandra's little mouth swallowing my softened roll, like a child who sleeps with his pacifier.
Well, we wake up and fuck... go back to sleep again ... wakeupandfuck one more time ... then fall asleep once more ... so that's how you spend the whole day climbing endlessly and enjoying yourself ever better.
At the highway station, in late afternoon I said goodbye to Sandra with her promise that "If Mohammed doesn't go to the mountain, the mountain will come to Muhammad as many times as possible".
Needless to say, after that encounter Sandra returned... and came back again... making me the happiest man in the world since I had a delightful female who wanted a male to climb with and a friend to talk to. And there was lots of pleasant conversation too!
Sandra is a sensational woman and the living proof that social networks can provide pleasurable, sexy moments without charges or unnecessary demands which will never come to fruition.
P.S. I don't want to encourage marital infidelity, let alone stimulate the search for casual sex on social networks this is just an honest and sincere testimony ... please do not misunderstand me...