White dress. white panties

I'm young, skinny and mignon-type, and I've been married for a little over a year. My husband and I love each other and we get along very well. The story I was telling earlier was very interesting. It all started on a Saturday at a party I went to with my husband. I knew that would be a memorable night between us. Gala party at a sophisticated buffet. He was wearing a tight dress, all white, short skirt at the time of a miniskirt. He had a zipper in the back and a discreet neckline. He even had a half-neck. The good news is he's very comfortable. It's just for panties and you don't have to wear a bra. It can be used at a gala party with a pantyhose and high heels as well as work and walk. Just wear a strip sandal or a more discreet closed shoe with low heels. There we came and greeted the people we knew and systematically exchanged elegies for everything and for everyone. The salon was spotless with crystal chandeliers, heavy-woven curtains in dark red countering a white flyer lining with laces and almost transparent. There were few tables all with towels also in red and white tone and few chairs, which is why we talked standing. The waiters passed with trays full of salty and with beautiful, multicolored cocktails always covered with foam. I took one to kill curiosity and in the first sip I felt a bit of a headache. - It's okay. Today's not the day to get a headache, I thought with my buttons. The night is supposed to be long and I need to be in shape and quiet. I apologized and told my husband I was going to look for a headache medicine and I'd be right back. I went to where my purse was kept and went to the kitchen, asked for a glass of water and when I took it, I felt my head throbbing again. I had a feeling that medicine wouldn't work. So I talked to the girl who got me the glass of water that I thought the pain wouldn't go away. She told me to take a more appropriate medicine she had in her closet. So I walked you to the locker room. She went into the locker room and I stayed in the hallway. Then she came and gave me the medicine. At that moment coming from the kitchen passed a young man dressed in a tux showing that he worked at the buffet. Can I help you? He did. After a brief explanation that he wanted to take the medicine he asked to accompany. We went into the first room where the buffet office was, opened a mini-bar and took out a bottle of imported water. I was more surprised to drink that water than to take the medicine. He told me to sit down and he gave me the glass with water and I took the medicine. Far from the party buzz, there I was calm and I felt good. I thanked you for your kindness and not to leave immediately asked if you worked at the Buffet. He explained that he worked during the day and prepared menus. Then he told me that a lot of headache goes through with a simple back rub. May I? Seeing my anxiety look to make the pain go away, I let him get a back rub. With his fingertips he rubbed my back and my shoulder. I felt the pain disappear by charm. To this day I don't know if it was the meds or that hand massage that made me heal from the pain. I felt so good again that I got up and looked right into your eyes thanking you. I saw a smile of satisfaction and that straight look and we couldn't resist and kissed for a few seconds. Your right hand took my left hand and I realized he watched my ring. Discreetly, making mention of leaving I thanked you again. That's when he said it. - Look, here's my card, my name is Eduardo, if you need me, call me anytime, any day. - My name is Cristina, we'll talk. I kept the card in my purse and went back to the party. With Eduardo's help, that night was truly memorable, between me and my husband. Then I just kept wondering why we kissed? What was the attraction that caught us at that moment? Was it just thanks or was there something else? On Monday around noon, I was at work going out for lunch when my husband called me. - Baby, I have to make a trip to Porto Alegre, I'm going with my boss has a business to close. I'll be back in two days. No later than tomorrow. I'll stop by the house, pack my bags and go straight to the airport. - It's okay. All right, I told you, - Call me when you get here. Kisses - Kisses. It was 4:00 in the afternoon and he calls me and says he was already in Porto Alegre. Soon after, out of kiddie or curiosity, I called Eduardo. Hi, I'm Cristina, remember me? - I remember clearly, how could I forget? I can't stop thinking about you. - It's okay. That kiss? Yeah, me too. I can't get out of my head. You forgive me, I'm married, I didn't have to... - Ah! I loved it. I just wanted to get a better understanding of why, if we could talk without a rush? And don't apologize, I realize you're married, maybe that's why I'd like to understand better. Do you have a moment? If it's okay tonight, my husband's out. - What? I leave work at 6:00, I can pick you up. I booked him at six and a few more minutes outside a bookstore on Av. Paulista near his work, but far enough away from my home and my work. Did you know that in front of the bookstore there is a place where you can park to enter or leave a passenger. I told him I'd go in the same white dress that would make it easier for him to recognize me. He told me he was punctual. It's just coming a few minutes early, not waiting too long or hanging around because at these times we don't want to meet any acquaintances. I left work, went home, and I had time to take a quick shower and get ready. I put on the white dress and a very cute white panties with elastic on the waist and legs. I was feeling comfortable, I took a taxi and went to Paulista Avenue. On the way I thought I shouldn't have said that my husband had traveled, he might want to cheer up more than he should have. He came on time, I got in the car, we smiled at each other. He showed me a bag full of food and talked. - It's okay. Let's go to my apartment. I cook dinner, it's my specialty. I graduated from Chef du Cusine's finest school. Then it's more discreet and safe. Place full of people may not be the best indication for us. - Is that okay? Agreed? Feel free. I don't want to embarrass you for anything. - What? I agreed, I was curious to know what we were going to eat. In his apartment, he asked me to pick a song and turn on the sound. After that, I went to the kitchen where he cut some vegetables, big shrimps, pieces of meat and also separated small cumbucas each with a different sauce. I made a gesture to help and he smiled. He took two tulip glasses and opened a champagne. He filled it halfway and gave me one. Tim-Tim, we had a sip and again our looks crossed like the first time we kissed. I got two plates, silverware and a tablecloth. I went to the living room and set up the table with two chairs on each other's side following his instruction. He brought a bowl full of stung things and a grill like that from making sandwiches. - One tepan for two, he said. We were sitting right next to each other. He filled the grill with vegetables. - First go the vegetables that bake fast. It sprayed a transparent sauce like water and as soon as roasted it would put on the plate and again filled the grill with more food. I'm sure that preparation was starving. Our hands replaced the fork and kept busy emptying the plate. In the second batch came the shrimps. For each type of grilled had a special sauce and he always watered them with a plastic bottle sauce. - What you got there? I asked. - It's okay. The trivial, vinegar water, oil, little mustard, parsley and onion. Ah! I put pepper in the kingdom and so do we. - It's okay. Everything was very delicious, and smooth. Temper to the right extent. Taste that only a great great Chef is capable. Onward, hunger gave way and the satisfaction of being there was the best possible. The hands no longer went exclusively to the plate, I realized that sometimes I would lay my hand on your back like a broad hug, and that his hands sometimes leaned on my thigh. We drank slowly, when again he pulled two big shrimps out of the grill putting one on each dish. I took the shrimp off your plate and put half in my mouth, letting him take the other half with his mouth. From then on, we kissed more than we ate. Then the hands were already intertwined and often I would caress your back or put my hand on your waist by supporting your arm on your thigh. I began to feel that the kisses extended and that his hand began to caress my breasts. The hunger now was another. He started kissing my neck and then we kissed long with his mouth half open. Everything was very good, very good. I felt like he zipped up and lowered the top of my dress and my breasts showed it. He caressed and kissed them. In the same reaction, I helped him take off his shirt and put his hand on his chest. I stood up and dropped the dress on the floor, standing with those white panties in front of you. He undressed my panties and I was able to show off my shaved pussy. He grabbed me in his lap and took me to his room. There was a double bed there. In the time I laid the covers and sat on the sheet, he undressed and sat next to me. We started kissing again and hugging each other anyway. He'd hug me and kiss my neck. So I leaned on the pillow and he started kissing and licking my breasts. He started kissing and coming down to the bottom of his breasts, when I put my hands on his head and made mention of him kissing me again on the mouth. I saw he understood and came up to kiss me. At that point, I realized I was all over him. I couldn't even articulate a word anymore, and in a few moments I realized it was gonna be all his. I looked at him with the look of a prey that fell into a trap and that is about to be devoured. I think only women can get that look that they know can't escape and on the other hand they wish they couldn't escape. Along with a kiss, I felt I was being penetrated very slowly and until the end. I felt the weight of your body and it was so good, I realized I'd come. He would take it off and penetrate me very slowly. The third or fourth time I came hugging that man. He kept eating me, I put my hands on his thigh, I got up through his ass and up on his back. Now I was sure someone who wasn't my husband was eating me and making me come. So I focused on him and wanted my body to satisfy him completely. I'd already made fun of him and now I wanted him to come out real hot. He kept eating me good, I hugged his back, and his hand almost to his back. Looking at him, I could whisper in your ear. - Go, love. He was increasing the frequency and I wanted to respond more. It was really good and then I started feeling like I was gonna come again. It was the rhythm of how he ate me was the breath that denounced that we would come and then I came again at the same time that I felt that he was coming inside me. I hugged him and kissed him now I was the woman who satisfied him and he was a man who knew how to make me feel in the clouds and come. We just stood there for a few minutes. I thought I could never have missed this opportunity even though I really liked my husband. I went to the bathroom, I noticed that he'd come a lot and I thought, - It's okay. He comes a lot, if there's another chance I'm gonna suck first so he'll come a lot and a lot in my mouth. Laugh on your own. I let the fun wet my fingers and took it in my mouth to taste it. Then I cleaned myself up and went back to that nest. I lay on your side and in the position where I stood my right hand touching your dick. So I held him and stroked him, it was that dick that made me come. We stood there talking and I didn't drop his dick. It was like saying I wanted more, but it was more like making him really hot and hard. It's been an hour, I think, and then I felt that your dick was getting cloudy in my hand. I looked into your eyes and kissed your mouth. At the same time, my hand was making a lot stronger caresses on your dick. He was lying with his chest up and I started kissing his chest, his belly button until I approached his dick. I looked at him like I looked at a trophy and kissed him. I got close to my mouth and sucked it pretty good. I wanted to see you moan. I sucked a lot, so he took me by the armpits and brought me to the pillow. He kissed my mouth and started kissing me and sucking my tits and my belly and started sucking my pussy. That's nice, he sucked a lot and I'd go to the clouds again. I ran his leg over my head, grabbed his dick and rehearsed a sixty-nine, very good. I remember the relationships with my husband have been discreet, for some time we haven't tried a sixty-nine. And hold the partner's dick. I don't think I've ever given him such a prolonged affection. - What? It's gonna be more generous and more caring to him, I thought. Eduardo came towards me. I had my legs wide open waiting for you. He's been putting it in real slow and hot. The second time is always more time-consuming and smooth. Since I liked watching him eat me, then I got excited and came again. He kept taking it off and putting it on and turning me on again and then coming into fun. Every time I came I called him my love, my baby. I was very happy. One hour I said ♪ So baby ♪ - You enjoyed another one of my little love. It froze my spine. I started biting his dick with my pussy, and hugging him real tight and murmuring: - You called me my baby, come on, I'm all yours. Eat me, like, really good. He took a little longer. I'd get excited and come, I'd lost count of how many times it was, when I felt his breath get more panting and I felt him come. I'd hug him and caress him, I wanted him to feel really good at that moment. As it was good, I turned to your side and crossed my legs so as not to miss the joy of that wonderful relationship. Our mouths touched My hand caressed that pretty face making him feel like the male who fucked me up. We talked a little more, I was tired, but not exhausted. We were still petting each other. We're talking about the job, the married relationship. He revealed that he was in love with a girl who was a friend of a neighbor and sometimes came around the building and talked a lot about her work that was very interesting. For so many he told me: - Can I ask you something, sweetie? If you don't want to, I won't be unhappy about it. What is it? I was curious. - I wanted to put it in you one more time. Can you? I knew you'd love it, and I wanted to accept that third time, and he didn't even have to ask. - It's okay. My love, my body is here. If you want, come. I'm for you. Whatever you ask, I'll do. He kissed me, he stroked my breasts and he came at me. I held his dick, which was already hard as a rock and I fixed it for him to get inside my pussy. I thought you weren't gonna come anymore. Only it would be nice to be with him on top of me. I thought he'd take too long, so I let him take the initiatives. It was the same, then I got excited and every time he squeezed my breath he denounced how much he was loving that relationship. He in turn also excited quickly and once again came along when he felt his enjoyment once again inside my pussy. This time we were tired and the sleep would come next. This time I lay aside, but with my back turned towards Eduardo. He hugged me tight and grabbed my breasts and felt your sex in the ass's water and then he said, - What? Now I know why we kissed that day. Our bodies need each other. - You're wonderfully hot. He smiled at the same time he agreed with him. I locked one leg over the other so I wouldn't miss that unforgettable joy. He pulled the covers and covered me. I looked at the clock. It was still 9:00 at night. I was warm with Eduardo, I felt his sex leaning on my ass and his hand on my breast. Then we sleep. When I woke up, I looked at the clock a little after 4:00. We slept over seven hours without stopping and in the same position, because I woke up exactly feeling Eduardo's dick in the ass's water and his hands on my breast. I got up, went to the bathroom and took a shower. The shower had lots of hot water, it was delicious. I had a clean towel that I thought it was for me, and again I was lean and smelly. It was too early, I went back to bed and I lay aside in the same position until I felt like I was touching Eduardo's sex. He woke up and he was smiling, and I turned my face up. He kissed me and caressed me. I started feeling your dick grow behind me. A few more caresses, and as I was lying on my side, I slipped my leg from top to front, and I stuck my butt up so it could penetrate me behind. I held your dick and drove the tip to eat my ass. He responded, as always. With a little pressure, the head of the stick came in and then it was easy to reverse it and get it all in my ass. The only thing I like to give my ass is to feel the dick coming in. Then when he comes in and out several times, he feels less. Eduardo seemed to know and so he took it off very slowly, almost putting all his dick out and then he went back into it all over again. I like it. It's delicious to feel when the dick goes in. In one of these, he took so much out that his dick got away. It was delicious to feel him penetrate me again. - What a lovely love. Exclaimed. A lot of women say they masturbate while they give their asses away. I don't, I'm too short to have a good ass. That was another thing missing from my husband, he'd much rather eat his pussy than eat his ass. If he knew how I like it, he'd eat my ass more often. Sometimes I'd turn his face so he'd see how pleased he was and make him kiss me. Sometimes I'd put my arm behind your back following his movement by eating me. Soon he came. You made fun of it and you came a lot. I squeezed my ass, sat on the bed, and gave him an immense kiss of satisfaction for being in that male's bed. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. I went along. We take a bath together, wash up and take advantage of caressing, kissing and licking. It was still too early, we lay down and tried to sleep a little longer, at least rest. Later we woke up, I turned to your side and we started kissing again. He came over me and he ate me again. What magic there was that man who made me feel like a hot, hot woman. I was getting more and more excited, and he was following increasing the frequency of his cock stubs in my pussy and without resisting I began to come nonstop until I felt that he also filled my pussy with his enjoyment. He lay on the side and I turned to the other side, braiding and squeezing his leg to get his joy inside me. He covered for me and we went back to sleep a little longer. When I woke up, I saw the day was starting to clear. I wanted to give you one last hug and thank you for that wonderful evening, but we hooked up again and I had to give in once again to that young man giving his third. You're a mess not to forget. Again, we came along. I was so happy that I made it a point to kiss and suck that honeydew dick that satisfied me all that night. It's about time I got into work at 8:00. Eduardo's got his trading schedule and he comes in at 9:00. I went into the living room, found my panties and the white dress. I put on my shoes, fixed my hair and lipstick. When I got back in the room, Eduardo had made coffee, milk, cracker bread, jam, honey. He went down the entire shelf in the closet. I wanted to please myself anyway. - What? No one gets hungry out of here, joked. - Oh! My love, don't worry about me. We had a cup of coffee together, I gave him a big kiss and I left. I stopped by, changed my clothes and went straight to work. During the day I felt that something was running and leaving my panties wet. - It's Eduardo, he comes a lot. I did. When my husband comes back, I'm gonna stir him up with a third. She's great. Let's see if I sleep naked and stick to it like I did Eduardo. I'm sure I'll be much more generous and caring for him. At lunchtime my husband calls me - Honey, we've settled everything here. I'm coming back this afternoon. Can you pick me up at the airport? I'll be there at 7:00. My husband's gonna be all horny like he always does. Sometimes I wonder if on these trips he doesn't betray me. Men have so many opportunities, besides that everywhere is always full of nightclubs and women's houses. But I don't think he cheats on me because he always comes back horny looking for me. When I left work, I went home. I took a shower, I made myself clean and smelly. I went to the panty drawer, put on other white panties, put on the white dress again and went to the airport. It's got to be the white dress in white panties, they're giving me luck.