williebird

As soon as I moved to France about seven years ago, straight from Brazil, I went to live with a couple of friends who had already been living there for some time. Since my arrival, my life was ruled by an almost morbid tranquility, but how could it be otherwise? With each passing day, I became much more sensitive when it comes to sex and libido a thousand. It starts creating fantasies in my head even because I really like the fullness of sex without taboos. My friend's wife, whom I will call Lillian (and my friend Jamil), was a beautiful brunette at the peak of her 18 1/2 years old; she was still a girl - let us say very immature in certain respects - but also an extremely attractive and charming woman. She had a wonderful body with long black hair, performed on stage which often involved dancing so that she always looked well-groomed and physically fit. The drawing of her face was almost perfect, but what she hardly had was the malice of things (at least let it be seen), and sometimes at breakfast table she came only for hobby and with a tiny panties underneath, as the table was exactly like an "American kitchen" partition and faced one sofa, I always deliberately sat on it to enjoy the beautiful morning view, because she forgot or made that forgetful, that his clothing opened up when sitting down, which gave a wonderful sight of its body and their lovely pants, they did not cover qua If anything. Twice, I saw that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath and I could see her pretty little face which made me even more freaked out. As time went on, I began to develop a special fondness for her but because of my friendship with them I held myself back in every way possible so as not even to let anyone know about my will and desire until one day we were sitting in the living room when she asked me if I knew how to massage. - You could give me a massage like that, because I'm all tense. - This request was made in front of her husband and two more Belgian friends who did not understand anything about Portuguese but were visiting us on this day, yet they were already very intimate with the house. It would have been strange if she hadn't asked her husband to do it, but he had said before that he didn't even know how. So as only I knew what was going on inside my head, I said yes and also said that if anyone else wanted, I would be at their disposal so as not to draw attention to that fact, especially from my friend. I thought that request would be gone in a few days or at least for later, but she got up and went to the room, and when he came back, he was wearing a white shirt with no sleeves and a towel covering his bottom. - Shall we go then? I tried not to look frightened by it and stood up, asking where the massage would be since there was no suitable place for that. She suggested my room because she had a single bed which was relatively high and could replace a stretcher. The staff stayed in the room chatting animatedly without any embarrassment. We went into my room and when she took off her towel I swallowed dry as I didn't expect this sight. Not that I hadn't seen a lot more than that, but she was wearing mini shorts and you could tell there were no panties underneath. Besides, now I could touch it and look at it very closely. I asked her to lie down, then went into my closet and got some oil and moisturizer that I used myself. And told her to sit on her stomach and try to relax. So I put a really soft music on it and started playing. When I got up to my butt, she deliberately tried to shove the short into the gutter and since it was already very small, it didn't cover almost anything anymore forming a kind of delta wing making her beautiful anatomy even more visible. As she did so, it was like asking me for greater attention in that area. Without being asked, I spread plenty of oil and some extra moisturizer on my hands and began my martyrdom. I lifted each buttock quite firmly with sensitivity. My stick was about to burst my bermuda. As I was dreaming of touching and even eating that beautiful brunette, my instincts took me further. While massaging this beauty, I let my fingers slide to the inside of her buttocks, almost touching her ass, but there wasn't any reaction from her part, so I went a little farther, reached up on the inner side of her thighs and actually touched her shorts in the direction of her sister-in-law, without any response yet, only when I passed my finger again through the groove of her butt, I noticed she curved her body slightly and shivered. I finished that part and went up to her shoulders and neck. Neither me nor she, I think, was more interested in my spending so much time there, so I asked her to turn over on her stomach, at which point her husband walked in and asked if the professional (in a derisive tone) was good at business, we smiled and she said it's better than she expected. She finally lay down facing me, and I could see her little mound of Venus that was quite protruding looking like the famous "head of a scythe". So I went back to my feet and started climbing already wondering what would come next. When I got right up on top of my thighs she spread out her legs slightly, and as I wanted more room for hand movements so I grabbed one leg and opened it even further. I passed my hands several times in succession close to her panties and did not hold back, letting my fingers fully touch the object of my desire; she sighed deeply and writhed on top of the bed. We didn't say a word, only the act itself said what we were looking for. She lifted her legs higher and since her shorts were made of cotton I reached over to one side revealing something beautifully smooth with almost no hair on it completely lost my fear and sense of danger and went out in front of that "little girl" with my mouth and started licking vigorously making her squirm all around herself. She took her hand forward and touched my cock over the bermuda, but tried to stick it inside and take full hold of me; my cock was about to burst still stuck. I reached forwards in her direction with my body, and somehow she managed to free my cock and began half-empty trying to do exactly what I'd been doing with hers. As we couldn't make much noise, I got even more horny because of the danger that we were running into. She grabbed my mast, started sucking wonderfully and almost made fun of me so I asked her to stand up with legs outstretched and put her feet on my shoulders and slowly pushing the stick into her pussy she covered her mouth with one hand in order not to scream. She tossed her body to bring in a rhythmic motion that, because of the eagerness, made my dick come out, and as it was all very wet by his mockery, when I came back to make pressure, my cock went wrong direction and forced its beautiful ass, she let loose a groan and grabbed his butt, felt he was open way and was given white card. I positioned myself better and was pushing on her buttocks and she also made force to bring, and we started a violent and silent rhythm, which did not take long and enjoyed very much in its bundle, but she feeling my warm liquid in his ass, mocked once again with the help of my fingers at her latchkey, only then realized the great risk that we were running and tried to get out quickly from this position, in which he has done too. Needless to say, it was not necessary to finish the massage because she had already relaxed more than expected and I for my part did as well. After maybe a couple of minutes that we were finished and she was getting ready to leave her husband comes in again and sees that everything has ended up fine for both of us without knowing what really happened. For some reason, she avoided me at all costs, perhaps so as not to fall into temptation from another massage session until I left her house and have never seen her since then. I'll leave my e-mail address here for any contacts, experiences or friendships.