A night to remember
My name is Juliana. I'm tired. It's Monday noon and I just woke up. I am still in bed, with the same clothes that I went out last night. I arrived very tired and didn't even put on my pajamas. Lunch isn't ready yet so I will take another nap before getting up. Meanwhile, I keep remembering what happened to me that night. Goddamn it!
I'm 22 years old and a student of tourism. I live in Juiz de Fora/MG and like to go out at night very much. I am not a pretty woman. I have 1.68 meters, 64 kilos. I got some pimples and my mouth is slightly ugly. But there's something charming about the eyes that makes me look even more beautiful than what I actually am. It's "bad girl" kind of charm. You will see it's silly for me but this is what I think. But I consider my body really nice. I work hard every day for several years now and I have strong legs, well-groomed, and an upper back not too big but also tough. My breasts are not huge but they're cute as well.
Every Sunday I stay at home watching TV and resting and in the evening I go out with my friends. Yesterday was no different. Daniela, a friend of mine from college who always goes out with me, arrived here around 10 o'clock last night. She is a beautiful girl. Blonde, brown eyes, very short. Not knitted like me but she has a nice body as well. She had on a blue dress, fair enough but not too short and big brown boots. I have already been more behaved. Straight white trousers and a sleeve-filled shirt, thin transparent, top underneath and sandals. We went to a nightclub near my house, where we always go when there's no different party or concert. I was driving and on arrival we sat down for a little bit and drank some soda while waiting for the club to fill up. The club is an old two-story home with one big balcony, two huge bedrooms and comfortable sofas. There isn't much dancing in it but more people walking around getting to know each other. Next door you have a large dance floor: A great grey ballroom with glass windows and a stage that occasionally hosts shows. Outside, a large garden illuminated by torches and a bar with many stools made of tree trunks for people to date or hang out.
Well... as I was saying.. we got there and waited for the nightclub to fill up. Gradually it started getting better, so we went in the middle, danced a little bit. It didn't take long before some guys arrived to dance with us. My friend and I are not very chickens. Sometimes you get someone if you find them really interesting, but that is not the rule. We go there more to have fun actually. We don't have boyfriends and try to enjoy life while we are young. We dismissed several boys who were trying to come closer. There wasn't anyone who would draw much attention to us. We danced for about an hour or so. And then we sat down on one of the sofas and talked, and two boys came in and they sat next to us. One was very handsome: tall, dark-skinned with a not wonderful face but brown eyes that were captivating; he was very well dressed -- black trousers and white polo shirt. The other wasn't quite as handsome any more. He was taller than the other guy, but thinner. His hair looked like delta wings and his nose was really ugly, but his smile was nice. Both of them were very kind people. They talked as if they didn't want anything to do with us, were very funny and we had a lot of fun.
After more than an hour of chatting, they called us into that garden. Of course we knew they wanted to stay with us. No one ever gets close like this for nothing after all. Roger I felt he became closer to me and Patrick in Dani. We sat on a bench and they started singing to us finally (Laughter) now with greater momentum. By the end it was getting late until Rogerio said: "Dani, would you be very upset if I took your friend to sit on another bench?" He won for today". We laughed and I went to the other bank with Rogério. And he told me a lot of interesting things, seemed like an intelligent guy; said that he was trained in law; told me many stories about cases he had defended; then started praising me. Then I looked at another bank and Patrick was already kissing Dani. Just to let him know that he was open to being with me. And it didn't take long for him to kiss me. Like I said, he is not very handsome despite his smile and charm. It's just that the kiss struck a chord in me. The way he grabbed my waist as well. It gave me shivers, made me feel warm.
It wasn't until after a while that I realized Dani was not there. I thought: "What a tramp, she left me here and didn't even say anything. Where could she have gone?" By then it was late and I told Patrick that I had to leave, although he was very nice. And I was being sincere. That kiss from the man delighted me. I did not know what to do. Whether I was looking for Dani or if he would go away. We looked around with Rogério but we couldn't find her so I decided to get out of there. Then he said: "Juli, I don't have any car because Patrick's ex-wife came by driving and I can't come back". So I offered him a ride home. Of course, I thought about kissing him a little more. But it never occurred to me that something else would happen so I grabbed my things and walked away with him in my arms. We gave each other some nice hugs. It was already 3 o'clock in the morning. So I drove up to his house which is in a neighborhood somewhat distant but quiet enough for us to go back.
Obviously, Rogério asked me if I wanted to go up. I refused. He insisted. I thought for a while. And then of course I had an idea about what could happen: he lived alone and was already somewhat independent; that's fundamental to me. I like men who are either independent or on their way there. Having children is a problem. So I said "Why not?" The walls of the staircase were a little peeled. We went in, and I saw a very neat apartment with clean walls, two bedrooms, living room, kitchen. Small but really nice. It was a bit dark, but I noticed that it was well decorated. Rogerio had good taste. This is how I looked at him when he already grabbed me, kissing my neck. I love to have them kiss my neck again. And then I felt the chill come back. At this point I thought we'd be having sex.
We kept kissing. That wet kiss. His tongue got deeper and deeper. I sometimes thought it was absurd to have sex with a man on the first night, but then I'd think: "Speak seriously Juliana, you can do whatever you want". Eventually I decided that if he wanted me to let go of him, we would just stay on the couch kissing each other. For my part, there wouldn't be any problem in continuing this lovely kiss. But then he started taking off my shirt. He left me alone. The sofa was very comfortable so I felt at ease. After all, if he was going to take off his sandals, then so were the pants. Not many men would remove your shoes first. (Laughter) He'd already become a little more aggressive. Nothing much. Everything seemed quite normal yet. Just that kiss which was one of the best I had ever seen -- soft but firm and very hot. So I took off his shirt. Then he saw I couldn't resist it and went even thirstier into the pot. He grabbed me in his arms and led me back to my room. It was painted blue with a double bed. He said it was to give me more space, and I believed him -- he didn't want to argue, just enjoy the moment.
So I could better see his chest, already naked. It was a beautiful male specimen. A little thin but very well defined so much that he had no difficulty in carrying me on my lap and then began to kiss my bellybutton and take off my trousers. He had some difficulties but with my help quickly got rid of it. I was only top and underwear blue lace panties not too small I was all wet needless to say? Didn't he smell and went crazy? I love men like this who are wild at the right time pulled up their pants fast and started masturbating me I think that's a rare kind of man. The one who wants to please you first before he eats you. Contrary to what they say in those stories, few people do it. His fingers seemed experienced. They hit the right spot. They didn't make fun of me immediately but not for long. He felt when I was mocking him even though I hadn't shouted or anything but looked steadfastly into my eyes and gave me an affectionate pull towards the middle of the bed. It was dark, and he stood on top of me. I couldn't see much at all. I was between his touch and my soul. I stayed between her; she just caressed him. And let him dominate the actions. I was still on top, but he didn't take long to be removed. So I asked him. Take off his clothes now, my hard-on. He took it off promptly, but I could not see its right tip. It was of a normal size. His butt muscles were contracting, and he was going in and out of my mouth as I sucked.
And then he walked away and opened up my legs with force and determination, quickly put on a condom. I don't know how he did it so fast in the darkness; he seemed quite experienced. All I knew was that when I saw him putting his pencil into my vagina, slowly placing it, I grabbed his back and waited to see what pleasure he could give me. This light touch is very sexy, makes you crazy asking for more. He stayed like that for a while, and then he got faster, rocking the bed over me completely, shaking my whole body and giving strong blows. Then he stopped again and half-lifted up. I enjoyed it twice just in this little game. He gained confidence from all of this and continued to eat me, now with more strength and more determination. I think he became lighter when he was about to joke. We only changed positions once. He was quiet, didn't talk much during intercourse. That disappointed me a bit but his action was worth 10,000 words.
So I did what he said and stayed on top, so it's a little bit better for me because I can control the entrance of my penis and still have support from the headboard. It is very pleasant to sit in this kind of dick... feel that hard iron tearing you apart. Enjoy once again! I'm not very good at this sperm-throwing thing, but I spread it all over my belly and asked where the bathroom was so that I could take a shower.
I took a quick shower, just to get my sweat and his fluids off of me so that we could go. And when I came back he was looking at me with this tremendous look of satisfaction. He said: "Wow Juli you're such an asshole huh?" We laughed our brains out and I also praised him for the performance which was really good. So he asked me to at least wear the lighted clothes so that he could see my body. I dressed calmly while he was masturbating. He had a good laugh again when I finished. And he asked for my phone. I gave it, and when he calls I will answer. It's hard to find an interesting guy in bed.
Lunch is almost ready, and I'm going to call Dani in a few minutes for some news.
I'm 22 years old and a student of tourism. I live in Juiz de Fora/MG and like to go out at night very much. I am not a pretty woman. I have 1.68 meters, 64 kilos. I got some pimples and my mouth is slightly ugly. But there's something charming about the eyes that makes me look even more beautiful than what I actually am. It's "bad girl" kind of charm. You will see it's silly for me but this is what I think. But I consider my body really nice. I work hard every day for several years now and I have strong legs, well-groomed, and an upper back not too big but also tough. My breasts are not huge but they're cute as well.
Every Sunday I stay at home watching TV and resting and in the evening I go out with my friends. Yesterday was no different. Daniela, a friend of mine from college who always goes out with me, arrived here around 10 o'clock last night. She is a beautiful girl. Blonde, brown eyes, very short. Not knitted like me but she has a nice body as well. She had on a blue dress, fair enough but not too short and big brown boots. I have already been more behaved. Straight white trousers and a sleeve-filled shirt, thin transparent, top underneath and sandals. We went to a nightclub near my house, where we always go when there's no different party or concert. I was driving and on arrival we sat down for a little bit and drank some soda while waiting for the club to fill up. The club is an old two-story home with one big balcony, two huge bedrooms and comfortable sofas. There isn't much dancing in it but more people walking around getting to know each other. Next door you have a large dance floor: A great grey ballroom with glass windows and a stage that occasionally hosts shows. Outside, a large garden illuminated by torches and a bar with many stools made of tree trunks for people to date or hang out.
Well... as I was saying.. we got there and waited for the nightclub to fill up. Gradually it started getting better, so we went in the middle, danced a little bit. It didn't take long before some guys arrived to dance with us. My friend and I are not very chickens. Sometimes you get someone if you find them really interesting, but that is not the rule. We go there more to have fun actually. We don't have boyfriends and try to enjoy life while we are young. We dismissed several boys who were trying to come closer. There wasn't anyone who would draw much attention to us. We danced for about an hour or so. And then we sat down on one of the sofas and talked, and two boys came in and they sat next to us. One was very handsome: tall, dark-skinned with a not wonderful face but brown eyes that were captivating; he was very well dressed -- black trousers and white polo shirt. The other wasn't quite as handsome any more. He was taller than the other guy, but thinner. His hair looked like delta wings and his nose was really ugly, but his smile was nice. Both of them were very kind people. They talked as if they didn't want anything to do with us, were very funny and we had a lot of fun.
After more than an hour of chatting, they called us into that garden. Of course we knew they wanted to stay with us. No one ever gets close like this for nothing after all. Roger I felt he became closer to me and Patrick in Dani. We sat on a bench and they started singing to us finally (Laughter) now with greater momentum. By the end it was getting late until Rogerio said: "Dani, would you be very upset if I took your friend to sit on another bench?" He won for today". We laughed and I went to the other bank with Rogério. And he told me a lot of interesting things, seemed like an intelligent guy; said that he was trained in law; told me many stories about cases he had defended; then started praising me. Then I looked at another bank and Patrick was already kissing Dani. Just to let him know that he was open to being with me. And it didn't take long for him to kiss me. Like I said, he is not very handsome despite his smile and charm. It's just that the kiss struck a chord in me. The way he grabbed my waist as well. It gave me shivers, made me feel warm.
It wasn't until after a while that I realized Dani was not there. I thought: "What a tramp, she left me here and didn't even say anything. Where could she have gone?" By then it was late and I told Patrick that I had to leave, although he was very nice. And I was being sincere. That kiss from the man delighted me. I did not know what to do. Whether I was looking for Dani or if he would go away. We looked around with Rogério but we couldn't find her so I decided to get out of there. Then he said: "Juli, I don't have any car because Patrick's ex-wife came by driving and I can't come back". So I offered him a ride home. Of course, I thought about kissing him a little more. But it never occurred to me that something else would happen so I grabbed my things and walked away with him in my arms. We gave each other some nice hugs. It was already 3 o'clock in the morning. So I drove up to his house which is in a neighborhood somewhat distant but quiet enough for us to go back.
Obviously, Rogério asked me if I wanted to go up. I refused. He insisted. I thought for a while. And then of course I had an idea about what could happen: he lived alone and was already somewhat independent; that's fundamental to me. I like men who are either independent or on their way there. Having children is a problem. So I said "Why not?" The walls of the staircase were a little peeled. We went in, and I saw a very neat apartment with clean walls, two bedrooms, living room, kitchen. Small but really nice. It was a bit dark, but I noticed that it was well decorated. Rogerio had good taste. This is how I looked at him when he already grabbed me, kissing my neck. I love to have them kiss my neck again. And then I felt the chill come back. At this point I thought we'd be having sex.
We kept kissing. That wet kiss. His tongue got deeper and deeper. I sometimes thought it was absurd to have sex with a man on the first night, but then I'd think: "Speak seriously Juliana, you can do whatever you want". Eventually I decided that if he wanted me to let go of him, we would just stay on the couch kissing each other. For my part, there wouldn't be any problem in continuing this lovely kiss. But then he started taking off my shirt. He left me alone. The sofa was very comfortable so I felt at ease. After all, if he was going to take off his sandals, then so were the pants. Not many men would remove your shoes first. (Laughter) He'd already become a little more aggressive. Nothing much. Everything seemed quite normal yet. Just that kiss which was one of the best I had ever seen -- soft but firm and very hot. So I took off his shirt. Then he saw I couldn't resist it and went even thirstier into the pot. He grabbed me in his arms and led me back to my room. It was painted blue with a double bed. He said it was to give me more space, and I believed him -- he didn't want to argue, just enjoy the moment.
So I could better see his chest, already naked. It was a beautiful male specimen. A little thin but very well defined so much that he had no difficulty in carrying me on my lap and then began to kiss my bellybutton and take off my trousers. He had some difficulties but with my help quickly got rid of it. I was only top and underwear blue lace panties not too small I was all wet needless to say? Didn't he smell and went crazy? I love men like this who are wild at the right time pulled up their pants fast and started masturbating me I think that's a rare kind of man. The one who wants to please you first before he eats you. Contrary to what they say in those stories, few people do it. His fingers seemed experienced. They hit the right spot. They didn't make fun of me immediately but not for long. He felt when I was mocking him even though I hadn't shouted or anything but looked steadfastly into my eyes and gave me an affectionate pull towards the middle of the bed. It was dark, and he stood on top of me. I couldn't see much at all. I was between his touch and my soul. I stayed between her; she just caressed him. And let him dominate the actions. I was still on top, but he didn't take long to be removed. So I asked him. Take off his clothes now, my hard-on. He took it off promptly, but I could not see its right tip. It was of a normal size. His butt muscles were contracting, and he was going in and out of my mouth as I sucked.
And then he walked away and opened up my legs with force and determination, quickly put on a condom. I don't know how he did it so fast in the darkness; he seemed quite experienced. All I knew was that when I saw him putting his pencil into my vagina, slowly placing it, I grabbed his back and waited to see what pleasure he could give me. This light touch is very sexy, makes you crazy asking for more. He stayed like that for a while, and then he got faster, rocking the bed over me completely, shaking my whole body and giving strong blows. Then he stopped again and half-lifted up. I enjoyed it twice just in this little game. He gained confidence from all of this and continued to eat me, now with more strength and more determination. I think he became lighter when he was about to joke. We only changed positions once. He was quiet, didn't talk much during intercourse. That disappointed me a bit but his action was worth 10,000 words.
So I did what he said and stayed on top, so it's a little bit better for me because I can control the entrance of my penis and still have support from the headboard. It is very pleasant to sit in this kind of dick... feel that hard iron tearing you apart. Enjoy once again! I'm not very good at this sperm-throwing thing, but I spread it all over my belly and asked where the bathroom was so that I could take a shower.
I took a quick shower, just to get my sweat and his fluids off of me so that we could go. And when I came back he was looking at me with this tremendous look of satisfaction. He said: "Wow Juli you're such an asshole huh?" We laughed our brains out and I also praised him for the performance which was really good. So he asked me to at least wear the lighted clothes so that he could see my body. I dressed calmly while he was masturbating. He had a good laugh again when I finished. And he asked for my phone. I gave it, and when he calls I will answer. It's hard to find an interesting guy in bed.
Lunch is almost ready, and I'm going to call Dani in a few minutes for some news.
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