After the Rain
With this pandemic I remained in remote work and the handyman took care of me; I needed to go out a bit, but didn't see any chance that it would happen. Fortunately for me, one of my nephews came to ask for help; he had a small delivery service business and gotten a very good contract, however he, his partner and a friend did not take into account the volume, which is why he needed another vehicle with driver to supply for a period until he added more autonomous ones.
The news fell like a sentence of release and I grabbed it tightly, accepting without hesitation; obviously he made the point to pay me a transfer even though my interest was in leaving home - you don't refuse money!
The first few days were fun and even when things got tougher, compromising my remote work, I still loved the task of not handing over points in any way.
However, one day I organized my itinerary very hastily and at the end of it all there was a delivery just off my route in a distant neighborhood on the eastern side of the capital; I took a deep breath and went to fight. To make matters worse, returning home I was surprised by torrential rain that packed traffic in every direction. Once again, I sought help from the app which indicated an alternative path for me.
Driving down a narrow street, I came across a woman standing at the bus stop; I knew that her wait would be long and thought it was good action to offer her a ride. The rain had slowed into nothing more than persistent drizzle. I decelerated my car and pulled up beside her, opening the window on the passenger's side and offering to give her a lift. At first she looked suspiciously at me but then pretended not to pay any attention; I could have given up, but something told me it was worth trying some more.
-Look, my dear, the traffic is hell! <unk> I said out loud <unk> Your bus may take a long time ..., and look that rain can still squeeze..., it's just a ride!
As soon as I said this, she stared at me for a few seconds and then gasped in discouragement; opened the car door and came inside saying that she would accept because she couldn't wait any longer. We introduced ourselves and her name was Mafalda, married, housewife of sixty years old, although it did not appear so. I praised her beauty stating that she seemed to have much less than that; she smiled and thanked me.
I followed her as she pointed me in the right direction and activated WAZE; the destination wasn't far away, but I tried to take advantage of it by digging something up; we talked about many subjects until I touched on sex; Mafalda showed some discomfort and I didn't back down from insisting. At one point when I asked how was her sexual life she breathed deeply and confessed that there was a calamity! Her husband had lost his job and fell into depression causing budget cuts and expenses accumulating.
She also said that this situation had made her dissatisfied in bed too, since the husband no longer attended, leaving her frustrated and with a hard-on; I thought I could miss my step by exceeding the opening, but I was not afraid to go ahead, stimulating her to talk more about it. Mafalda then opened up; she said that she hadn't been climbing for a long time and didn't know what an enjoyable joke was anymore.
"If you wanted to, I could make a lot of fun!"
"Too bad we can't now", she replied in a dubious tone.
We were near her house when Mafalda asked me to stop the car; I thought she would come down without saying a word and prepared myself for the worst. "Look ..., you made me horny! My panties are soaked!" she said with an envious smile, opening up her bermuda suit and pushing it onto the floor; stood sideways on the seat of the car, opened her legs and pulled her underwear aside, showing off the shaved bucket.
I unbuckled my seat belt and plunged my face between the bitch's legs, licking and sucking on her molasses vagina as well as her clitoris that had been crushed.
After many mocks, she pushed my head staring at my face; I thought that she had been touched by a repentance and waited for the worst. "Here young man! Do you want to fuck me now?" she asked in an anxious tone.
Of course I want to, but where?
- Go, touch the car! <unk> she replied by pulling herself together on the seat of her car. <unk> Let's go to my mother'...she is travelling and I have a key!
Getting myself together again, since the roller was too hard inside my pants, I started and went on following Mafalda's instructions. In a few minutes we were in front of a modest little house, some streets above where we had parked our car.
I went in and found Mafalda naked waiting for me; a little sullen, she helped me to get undressed and threw me on an armchair falling with her mouth upon my rigid roll; Mafaldo suckled like a hungry one but also knew well the risotto making me groan without delay. After satiating her hunger of stick in her mouth, the bitch gave me back and bent herself so that it brought its bundle closer to my cock.
She asked me to rub the head of her stick in the cave and then she sat down nice, making me scream with excitement. <unk>Ah! Ah! It can shout! it can moan! How fun is sitting on this thick roll!<unk>, she babbled moving her butt up and down swallowing and spitting out the roll voraciously! Once again Mafalda experienced another session of pranks that wet my roll and ran through my belly and thighs.
While I savored that hot ass going up and down on my dick, the rain outside intensified; Mafalda was dripping sweat but did not lose her nerve forcing me to take resistance to an unthinkable limit. Meanwhile, after a considerable time, I babbled that she could no longer stand it and was about to make fun of me. Upon hearing my words, she jumped out from under my cock and got down between my legs with her knees, rewarding me with a delicious blowjob to finish.
When I was struck by a muscle contraction followed by spasm, my joy exploded; I ejaculated violently, filling Mafalda's mouth with hot cock and she celebrated it while moaning in silence trying to hold the load inside her mouth.
Scattered with pleasure, I sat in the armchair listening to the sound of rain outside and watching the female almost fainting her body stretched out on a cloth sofa. As soon as it stopped raining, I dressed up and left her at home asking for her mobile number; Mafalda hesitated but gave me one; I added her on whatsapp and reassured her that we would only talk when possible.
Some time later we met again, but this time it was just oral sex inside my car in a street near her house; at the end she complained about her financial situation and also for the inertia of her husband who even with medication still had no courage to resume life; I thought of an idea, but did not comment anything with her. The same week told my nephew that he could not help him anymore, but knew someone who could, although I knew Mafalda's husband didn't have a car.
My nephew was pleased with the suggestion, for he had acquired a small vehicle and needed a driver; I passed on Mafalda's contact and left the rest up to fate. Weeks later she called me thanking me for this opportunity; she told me that her husband was working with my nephew and his mental health was improving. And when she asked how she could repay me, I did not miss it!
-I'd like to fuck you one more time!
A few days later, with the discreet help of my nephew, I invented a boob at home and went to meet Mafalda; I picked her up near his house and we went to a little motel mequetrefe that was in the vicinity and took one of those climbs with the bitch on top of me, swinging your butt up and down over the hard roll, and then getting four feet above the bed receiving me from behind as its puppy! We ended up with a beautiful sixty-nine, with Mafaldo swallowing my pussy once again.
And didn't the bitch like it? One day she called me saying that she needed to drink milk and would do anything for this. I abused my luck and demanded that she come meet me, which Mafalda agreed. The next morning, I left home with the excuse that I had to take the car for a quick inspection and met up with Mafelda. She sucked on my roll inside the same car as I parked in an empty square ..., was the last time we saw each other.
The news fell like a sentence of release and I grabbed it tightly, accepting without hesitation; obviously he made the point to pay me a transfer even though my interest was in leaving home - you don't refuse money!
The first few days were fun and even when things got tougher, compromising my remote work, I still loved the task of not handing over points in any way.
However, one day I organized my itinerary very hastily and at the end of it all there was a delivery just off my route in a distant neighborhood on the eastern side of the capital; I took a deep breath and went to fight. To make matters worse, returning home I was surprised by torrential rain that packed traffic in every direction. Once again, I sought help from the app which indicated an alternative path for me.
Driving down a narrow street, I came across a woman standing at the bus stop; I knew that her wait would be long and thought it was good action to offer her a ride. The rain had slowed into nothing more than persistent drizzle. I decelerated my car and pulled up beside her, opening the window on the passenger's side and offering to give her a lift. At first she looked suspiciously at me but then pretended not to pay any attention; I could have given up, but something told me it was worth trying some more.
-Look, my dear, the traffic is hell! <unk> I said out loud <unk> Your bus may take a long time ..., and look that rain can still squeeze..., it's just a ride!
As soon as I said this, she stared at me for a few seconds and then gasped in discouragement; opened the car door and came inside saying that she would accept because she couldn't wait any longer. We introduced ourselves and her name was Mafalda, married, housewife of sixty years old, although it did not appear so. I praised her beauty stating that she seemed to have much less than that; she smiled and thanked me.
I followed her as she pointed me in the right direction and activated WAZE; the destination wasn't far away, but I tried to take advantage of it by digging something up; we talked about many subjects until I touched on sex; Mafalda showed some discomfort and I didn't back down from insisting. At one point when I asked how was her sexual life she breathed deeply and confessed that there was a calamity! Her husband had lost his job and fell into depression causing budget cuts and expenses accumulating.
She also said that this situation had made her dissatisfied in bed too, since the husband no longer attended, leaving her frustrated and with a hard-on; I thought I could miss my step by exceeding the opening, but I was not afraid to go ahead, stimulating her to talk more about it. Mafalda then opened up; she said that she hadn't been climbing for a long time and didn't know what an enjoyable joke was anymore.
"If you wanted to, I could make a lot of fun!"
"Too bad we can't now", she replied in a dubious tone.
We were near her house when Mafalda asked me to stop the car; I thought she would come down without saying a word and prepared myself for the worst. "Look ..., you made me horny! My panties are soaked!" she said with an envious smile, opening up her bermuda suit and pushing it onto the floor; stood sideways on the seat of the car, opened her legs and pulled her underwear aside, showing off the shaved bucket.
I unbuckled my seat belt and plunged my face between the bitch's legs, licking and sucking on her molasses vagina as well as her clitoris that had been crushed.
After many mocks, she pushed my head staring at my face; I thought that she had been touched by a repentance and waited for the worst. "Here young man! Do you want to fuck me now?" she asked in an anxious tone.
Of course I want to, but where?
- Go, touch the car! <unk> she replied by pulling herself together on the seat of her car. <unk> Let's go to my mother'...she is travelling and I have a key!
Getting myself together again, since the roller was too hard inside my pants, I started and went on following Mafalda's instructions. In a few minutes we were in front of a modest little house, some streets above where we had parked our car.
I went in and found Mafalda naked waiting for me; a little sullen, she helped me to get undressed and threw me on an armchair falling with her mouth upon my rigid roll; Mafaldo suckled like a hungry one but also knew well the risotto making me groan without delay. After satiating her hunger of stick in her mouth, the bitch gave me back and bent herself so that it brought its bundle closer to my cock.
She asked me to rub the head of her stick in the cave and then she sat down nice, making me scream with excitement. <unk>Ah! Ah! It can shout! it can moan! How fun is sitting on this thick roll!<unk>, she babbled moving her butt up and down swallowing and spitting out the roll voraciously! Once again Mafalda experienced another session of pranks that wet my roll and ran through my belly and thighs.
While I savored that hot ass going up and down on my dick, the rain outside intensified; Mafalda was dripping sweat but did not lose her nerve forcing me to take resistance to an unthinkable limit. Meanwhile, after a considerable time, I babbled that she could no longer stand it and was about to make fun of me. Upon hearing my words, she jumped out from under my cock and got down between my legs with her knees, rewarding me with a delicious blowjob to finish.
When I was struck by a muscle contraction followed by spasm, my joy exploded; I ejaculated violently, filling Mafalda's mouth with hot cock and she celebrated it while moaning in silence trying to hold the load inside her mouth.
Scattered with pleasure, I sat in the armchair listening to the sound of rain outside and watching the female almost fainting her body stretched out on a cloth sofa. As soon as it stopped raining, I dressed up and left her at home asking for her mobile number; Mafalda hesitated but gave me one; I added her on whatsapp and reassured her that we would only talk when possible.
Some time later we met again, but this time it was just oral sex inside my car in a street near her house; at the end she complained about her financial situation and also for the inertia of her husband who even with medication still had no courage to resume life; I thought of an idea, but did not comment anything with her. The same week told my nephew that he could not help him anymore, but knew someone who could, although I knew Mafalda's husband didn't have a car.
My nephew was pleased with the suggestion, for he had acquired a small vehicle and needed a driver; I passed on Mafalda's contact and left the rest up to fate. Weeks later she called me thanking me for this opportunity; she told me that her husband was working with my nephew and his mental health was improving. And when she asked how she could repay me, I did not miss it!
-I'd like to fuck you one more time!
A few days later, with the discreet help of my nephew, I invented a boob at home and went to meet Mafalda; I picked her up near his house and we went to a little motel mequetrefe that was in the vicinity and took one of those climbs with the bitch on top of me, swinging your butt up and down over the hard roll, and then getting four feet above the bed receiving me from behind as its puppy! We ended up with a beautiful sixty-nine, with Mafaldo swallowing my pussy once again.
And didn't the bitch like it? One day she called me saying that she needed to drink milk and would do anything for this. I abused my luck and demanded that she come meet me, which Mafalda agreed. The next morning, I left home with the excuse that I had to take the car for a quick inspection and met up with Mafelda. She sucked on my roll inside the same car as I parked in an empty square ..., was the last time we saw each other.
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