I 've got to get back on my feet .

When things have to happen, they do!
First of all, let me make it clear that I have a habit not to write my stories in the first person for two basic and fundamental reasons: one is because I don't like crediting facts which even if they happened are no reason for boasting about them by showing off those adventures as hunting trophies; the second refers to the fact that whenever we tell something personal our natural tendency is to exaggerate.
Anyway, in this case as in the previous tale (<unk>Vizinha Gordelícia!), I preferred a more personal and intimate narrative, which is why I apologize if you notice some natural exaggeration of the male who thinks he's the best. And with forgiveness to those who consider themselves like that, this isn't a criticism, just an unkind comment.
As you all know I am a lover of sporting activity not only for obvious reasons, but mainly because it is about physical and emotional health. That's why every day I walk and run near the neighborhood where I live, as there is a wide avenue that has been built in the central courtyard with concrete track suitable to practice this type of activity. And I do this activity usually in the morning sharing space with other enthusiasts for the same reason as me.
<unk>One day (a more fashionable expression than that!), I was finishing my "circuit" with an explosive run when, coming towards me, I noticed the beautiful figure of a woman who also did her jog. As we got closer to each other, I started noting details about this beautiful female specimen: mature, black, tall and full of curves but without excessive excesses, smooth hair and medium length, wearing a sleeved T-shirt and shorts as well of average size.
In principle the kind of woman who always attracted me because she possessed a beauty that I define as "discreet" and which, as a rule, hides an exuberance simply stunning. And in this particular case my feeling left no doubt about it. And when we crossed paths coming from opposite directions...
But I couldn't just stop running and run after her, so I continued my circuit by doing two more laps on the route that I usually do. And at each lap we would look back at one another, smiling at each other -- it might seem like a teenager or an unprepared whiner, but I could feel there was chemistry between us -- something that drew us together and made clear what you wanted from someone else.
Before the end of my last lap, I decided to reverse course so that I would pass by her side. In fact it was a great idea because I could perceive the dimension of this beautiful ass, promising and provocative <unk> It was really a unique sight! And what's more interesting is that looking at that vision of paradise on earth a song from Eros Ramazzotti immediately came to mind ("completely in love"); maybe it was just the cry of an out-of-season fifteen year old man, but it was worth seeing that wonderful butt and listening to that music in your head (even if you love Eros).
At one point, I was paired with this delight and said goodbye to her only by saying "Even more my princess!"; the response that I heard almost took me out of rhythm leaving me breathless. She simply said: "How about it already?" It sounded like a brazen invitation calling for an <unk>embate". But since I am a sober guy I just turned around, running from behind and sending him a kiss with one hand on his lips, which gesture was immediately reciprocated.
I got home and after stretching a little bit and <unk>putting in my sandbag, which is actually one of the best things that I've acquired in my life recently <unk>I took off my sweaty wet clothes and went into the shower enjoying the unique caress of a nice relaxing bath. And while bathing myself I thought about this woman who had met me just minutes before and imagined how great it would be to have sex with her. My mind traveled by imagining that naked delight on a bed calling for us to make love until we couldn't even move anymore because we were so tired! Wow! What a crazy thing, I thought as I felt my penis harden in the same intensity that had occurred before with Tina.
I had a great desire to masturbate, but the daily commitments and the clock signaling me that I was late for once prevented me from going on, putting all this aside and returning to harsh reality. And I must confess that during that whole day the image of that hot girl haunted me while thinking about how I could have at least exchanged phone calls with her or even made another appointment so we would run together, leaving only the missing kiss in mid-air. Finally everything came to an end when night fell and I went home.
In the days that followed, I went on my walk hoping (anxiously) to find this beautiful woman and propose perhaps a more intimate encounter or something else. But somehow I couldn't understand why I never saw her again. I changed the timings of walking sooner or later (even because I could not remember at what time it had happened... if it really had!) In those moments I remembered my dear grandmother saying that everything has its right time to happen.
Anyway, the days were replaced by weeks and those by about two or three months at the end of which I had not been lucky enough to meet that "cute runner", as I myself used to call her. It's true that I was saddened and even frustrated because I really wanted to find her again, and thought it was such a fateful thing.
In that period of time, my conscience was doing everything it could to reproach me for being incompetent; why didn't I stop and talk with her on the day? Why did I not arrange a run-in together? Why had I not told her how much she attracted me? "Damn! Shit! What an idiot!" several times I thought, blaming myself for my lack of initiative, wishing I never met this woman and wanted her so badly. At fifty years old Omar Kahyan's thoughts were too punitive - losing myself in guilt and frustration.
And time, like the medicine that cures all ills, also worked for me, making me momentarily forget my unfortunate loss of opportunity. But as fate is an ironic and even sarcastic subject, I was still to savor a new chance which would make me smile.
When all is not lost!
On a Friday morning, I was practically finishing my circuit when crossing the street and heard someone say that I had come running later than before. I jumped to the sidewalk on the other side of the avenue and looking back saw her - wow! She looked even more delightful than last time wearing tight-fitting shorts and a sweatshirt highlighting her huge, very attractive breasts. I looked at her almost hypnotized: she was a middle-aged woman with an outstanding body (the one that I usually call big without being huge, or lush without excesses), medium hair cut loose in the wind, dark glasses which betrayed an aura of provocative mystery, smiling to me (to me!) and signaling that she wanted to talk to me.
Without even taking care to observe the flow of vehicles, I crossed the avenue returning where she had stopped waiting for me. We politely greeted each other while exchanging our names. She said her name was Idalina, and I immediately preferred calling her Lina, a nickname that she seemed to have liked.
We chatted some more as we walked, and I was dying to ask her out but controlling my impulse since everything seemed too soon. The closeness of our bodies seemed to radiate something exciting though I avoided assuming that she really had it in for me. Finally, not resisting any longer and building up a lot of courage with "stick face", I asked her if we could meet again in a quieter situation to which she replied with an <unk>for that<unk>; for a moment I hesitated until I told her that I wanted to photograph her (!), because I was an amateur photographer looking for a model like her.
Lina laughed almost to the point of laughing, and took off her glasses with a gentle look as if she knew exactly what I wanted. She then told me what kind of pictures I was taking and which type of camera I used and I very disguisedly replied by saying that I had a high-definition digital camera (and I don't even have one!).
I thought about it for a while and suggested that we go the following week, on Thursday morning. Lina smiled in agreement and proposed to meet us right there at around nine o'clock, which I accepted immediately. And at this special moment she put her hand over my arm caressing one of my many tattoos and asked me if I had any more. I said yes and if she wanted I would show them when our next meeting took place.
"I can't wait to see them", she said, kissing me on the face and then saying goodbye. And I was in such a state of perplexity that when I found her Idalina had gone away without my even knowing which direction she had taken. So I went home and spent the day thinking about this encounter and brainstorming ideas for Thursday because after all I needed to set up a professional looking camera and do some research online so as not to make it look like I knew both photography and Aramaic!
The days literally dragged on, as if Thursday would never come and the night before my excitement was so great that I managed to sleep in at 3 a.m., having to get up by 6:30 to take my wife down to the subway because it was carpool day and she was going to college alone. And when I got there, I took the machine that I had borrowed from a colleague in service (a real Ferrari of such equipment) and literally "smuggled" it into the house in an operation worthy of American spy films, and set off to meet Idalina.
I left my car discreetly parked in a strategic place, while my mind imagined what was to come and searched by memory for a nearby hotel or motel putting down the backpack carrying the borrowed camera with its various accessories bearing it carefully as required by the co-worker who even threatened me if anything happened to his "preciousness".
When I arrived at the agreed place Lina was already waiting for me leaning on a brand new vehicle. I approached walking with some care not to denounce my enormous excitement and as soon as she felt me close enough embraced me affectionately and kissed me on the mouth, kissing that which I took advantage of without blinking. As we gazed into each other's eyes, she asked how I had passed and I said I had spent very well trying to hide the volume complaining about my running shorts. Lina invited me to get into her car and I, acting like an idiot, thought that it was hers (wow!), but immediately accepted leaving aside mine which although also new did not reach the feet of this one.
As soon as I got in the car, I was torpedoed by a question about whether or not I was married. It was an open-ended question that besides leaving me completely confused, caused a sudden muteness. Lina laughed loosely and reluctantly, saying it was just a question.
"Does that matter?" I asked her quickly, too. "Actually no... it was just curiosity". She replied without losing her temper. "And you? Are you married?" A delicate sensuality that could go unnoticed by most men who are looking much more for an aesthetically designed society's sexuality, with sizes of breasts and buttocks, length of legs, absolutely no belly, i.e., something "manufactured" in beauty centers and sold to the world as the standard to be sought after. Lina was nothing like this, yet she was extremely desirable and attractive.
As I was looking at that monument and thinking about all the things that could happen, once again a music of Eros (Piú Bella Cosa) took over my mind and spirit completely. But something made me come back to reality and turning to Lina I asked where we were going and if it really mattered. She thought it funny how I spoke, she explained that he didn't live nearby and that we are heading for his house where we can be more "calm" (That expression reminds me of Michel Teló's refrain!). And taking a breath so as not to show hesitation, I asked her if we would be alone. Lina looked at me for an instant and answered: "Yes my cat. We'll feel comfortable there and you can take your pictures quite calmly". - Dude! The woman called me 'cat'! That was divine! No one in my life had ever called me that ... with such desire in their tone of voice.
A few minutes later we were in a neighborhood nearby. It's an affluent neighbourhood <unk> one of the best in the region <unk> and I started to think that I had gotten lucky, ... not with money but with this delightful woman who could have any man she wanted and happened to be dating her 50-year-old here! Soon she maneuvered our car towards a beautiful large house whose discretion was something very subtle. She turned on the remote control from the garage and soon we were within enough space for about four vehicles.
Lina soon came downstairs and invited me to follow her. We entered through a side door that gave access to a large room very nicely decorated with furniture placed in such a way as to make it look bigger than it really was. I was half stunned by all of this, and was brought into reality by the sweet voice of Lina asking if I wanted something to drink. She told him she was abstinent but would accept zero coke. He disappeared for a moment returning with a can of soda ready to be consumed.
We sat down on a very comfortable couch and talked for some time, exchanging information about each other. I found out that she was separated from her husband and the house had been part of their "marital estate" amongst other things. She lived off her former husband's pension but also worked because he owned a small fashion shop near his gardens. In my turn I told him that as an employee I could not complain about life and that photography at this point in time was just a hobby which I intended to transform into an activity whenever possible.
Lina came closer to me and kissed me for a long time. I delighted myself with that desire-filled kiss, and when we were finished she lowered her head apologizing and saying it had been so long since she'd kissed a man (!) That was my cue. She excused herself for a moment and then disappeared again.
I was taking the camera out of my purse when she appeared in the room. My heart began to beat faster following the rhythm of my penis that almost pierced my pants, while my breath seemed to get stuck halfway through. Lina wore a red suit whose tone highlighted her black skin, consisting of a brassiere half-cup (which I call "half mouth" in the sense of allowing part of the breast to be exposed) and delta style panties with unique delicacy. I became so ecstatic at this sight that I could think or even act badly.
Lina stared at me with a provocative look full of desire, and after a few minutes she asked if I wasn't going to take the picture. I tried to control my impulse to jump on her and tear that lingerie with my teeth and quietly standing up (since the volume in my trousers made it clear what my real intention was), I started taking pictures without even knowing whether this is really happening. Lina just told me to avoid images of his face as he feared I could put them online. I reassured her that those were only for my personal pleasure, which flattered Lina.
The "photoshoot" took its course. Lina, from time to time, left the room and returned with a new set of lingerie more beautiful and sensual than the previous one, while I had become accustomed to operating the machine and was finally able to take good photos. Lina enjoyed herself by making poses that were increasingly provocative and sensuous. She would lie on her stomach on the sofa displaying those sensational buttocks, standing upright and looking languidly at the camera, kneeling in a submissive position (this made me even madder with excitement, but I stubbornly tried to control myself no longer knowing why).
A few changes of appearance later, Lina was on her way to the place where she did the planting while I appreciated it from a distance when she stopped and asked if I wanted something special (!) She told me that out of everything she saw there wasn't any white lingerie which would give a fantastic contrast with her skin colour. She gave an impudent chuckle and begged me to be prepared for what was coming. And when she returned, I thought I had died and gone straight to heaven.
Lina was bare-chested, wearing only a very fine white panties with strass details that shone out on her large and inviting black belly. Her breasts were a tribute to beauty: big, firm and adorned by auras which were surmounted by huge appetizing nipples that seemed to call me in for an immediate bowel movement. She was charmingly sensual and this sensuality made my insides explode of excitement. My member vibrated and throbbed with atypical hardness even causing slight pain. My skin was completely itchy and a tremor ran down my spine causing me to feel an enormous sense of insecurity typical of men in their fifties (as I pleaded at the time for a little blue pill!).
Lina looked at me with a provocative languor, purposely displaying her divine bust. There was an uproar in the way she stood before me causing even more insecurity to myself without knowing whether it was an invitation or just a challenge. Not bearing any longer this ambiguous and simultaneously instigating situation, I decided that I should give "the first jump" and walked towards that black delight.
<unk>Nossa! All that there is for me!<unk> - Lina's voice interrupted my advance; she looked eagerly at the volume in my trousers which could no longer be hidden. She smiled half awkwardly and told her that if she wanted it would all be hers, but that my "document" was not impressive as to its size.
Immediately, I ripped off my regatta shirt and let go of the trousers by dropping them on the floor, releasing my mast so that it was pointed in a directional position toward those sensual panties as I walked towards Idalina. It's true she was "a little taller" than me but the way things were this was the least of the burdens to be overcome for me. I grabbed at these delicious breasts and successively swallowed each one of the stuffy nipples sucking them up like someone is sucking fresh raspberries whose sweetness was indescribably too tasty! Lina was writhing in excitement as she gazed at her bust being attacked by my mouth and protruding tongue, and the look on her face made it clear how much she enjoyed being possessed by a maniac.
I felt her hands touching my penis, caressing it with an unparalleled delicacy; this was the treatment of someone who wanted to soak up every second of that situation, taking advantage of everything that could be provided for him <unk> evidencing, of course, that the said "dry" wasn't just a myth created to heat our meeting even more. Lina gave clear signs that she hadn't been having sex in a long time, and as an experienced woman, she wanted to make the most of it without prejudice or missing out on every detail of what was coming.
Although I didn't have the physical stature of a gym athlete, I grabbed Lina by her waist forcing her to turn on its own axis bringing me that lady ass of my wildest desires.
Slowly and with Lina still back to me I helped her get rid of the panties, and after bringing her closer I rubbed my hard pince on those buttocks provoking and driving her crazy. She turned towards me and embraced me intensely saying as she nibbled at my earlobe: "Come tattooed man! Come take me by that stiff stick...I want him inside me ...I want it now!" - I wasted no time and threw her onto the sofa throwing myself over her and shoving my instrument into this wet and hot vagina until I felt my balls crash against its entrance.
I gave slow and deep strokes at first, trying to take the penis out almost completely before putting it back in again as far as possible. And every time I did that Lina would groan loudly and ask for more, saying what had been done this way was something she'd never experienced before! Those statements drove me crazy - even if they might not be true - and I invested myself against her with a younger man's vigor feeling that everything is still possible when you are fifty years old!
It didn't take long for Lina to have an orgasm. And then another one, and then yet another one... as I forced myself into her by gradually increasing the intensity of my pelvic movements and sucking on her nipples wanting to swallow them whole... when my movement reached a certain speed...
And she, without giving me time to sketch a reaction turned her body on the sofa putting me underneath it and allowing my member to penetrate even deeper. More movements came along with more orgasms <unk> orgasms that made me happy and satisfied of being able to provide so much pleasure for such a beautiful and desirable woman.
Our bodies were so sweaty that we looked blissful allowing our skin in contact to slide pleasantly causing a feeling of intimacy which could not be described. I had always been ashamed for perspiring too much, but Lina (what woman!) said she loved my sweat mixed with hers and it made me feel more like enjoying the moment.
Then there was a moment when I couldn't resist and asked her to suck his vagina (I love oral sex on women), and Lina with a sweet, gentle look asks me if I would really do it. "And why not?" - I ask him curiously. She replies that no one has ever asked for this before and she always thought her vagina is ugly or smells bad. Laughs at the comment and says that many men enjoy having oral sex with you, but for me sucking is more important than being sucked. Lina smiled at me affectionately and got up lying on the couch spreading her legs offering me that delight of the gods.
I sucked that vagina with so much desire, it didn't take her long to mock me in my mouth more than once!
Suddenly, Lina ejaculated with such intensity that I could sip her liquid (what the Americans call "squirt"), while she screamed delirious from the magnitude of the orgasm provided. She felt in seventh heaven and me by her side did not want to stop taking advantage of this sensual woman full of desire for giving. I asked her to get up and stand on all fours for me, which she obeyed immediately.
I got close to her vagina and stuck my hard dick in, projecting as much of my pelvis as possible. Lina screamed with excitement that I was "too big" and begged me to initiate the back-and-forth movements. And it didn't take long before she enjoyed a few more times submitting herself to my courageous pussy which even surprised me! It is one of those moments in life when we can feel vital energy flowing through our bodies causing us sensations previously not appreciated or opportunised by other situations.
When I lowered my gaze to appreciate that exceptionally beautiful ass, felt my dick throbbing <unk> i wanted to possess her <unk> and instinctively pulled it out of the vagina and taking advantage of its complete lubrication stuck the glans in the small hole still intact. Lina groaned loudly making me think she was going to ask me to stop with this attempt to cure mercilessly.
And what was my surprise when she looked back and said that this is her gift to me in return for the oral sex she had received, so I could do with his anus whatever I wanted. There are no words to describe how I felt at that moment; something between a feeling of power (the male's power over the female who gives herself unconditionally), and happiness knowing that by doing one thing I loved very much, I was presented with anal virginity from a beautiful and delightful woman. It really was something I would keep forever in my memory...something to be proud of as a man!
I lifted my head, closed my eyes and let my body speak for itself. My penis began anal penetration with the care that a woman like Lina deserved. Short measured movements gradually precipitating the penis into the anus and provoking moans, screams and other sounds which gave signals that the initial pain was being slowly replaced by an enormous feeling of pleasure. And when I felt my balls slamming against the entrance to this sweet little ass, I realized that I had fulfilled the mission respectfully.
Lina then started moving her penis back and forth in increasingly intense movements, so that I could feel every inch of my dick penetrating the previously untouched anus. Time after time she slowed down saying how much she loved feeling the "nerves" of my member pass through the walls of her rectum. This provoked me to such a degree that when she moved backward I would move forward slightly causing indescribable sensations for both of us.
After some time Lina joked intensely, shouting with a girl's voice and showing me that I had fulfilled my intention: to give her as much pleasure as possible. We stayed in this position for a while longer and I could see that Lina made fun of my penis inside her twice more.
At that time I already felt like the "superman", but it didn't take long for my cock to show signs of having done everything possible and now he would no longer bravely resist provocations from this exceptional woman. He told Lina that he was about to make a joke, and she asked me how he wanted to do it - whether in his anus or vagina or mouth (!).
Lina loved the idea, as no man had ever asked her to do so. We stood up and I hugged Lina who did the same for me while she took my member with one hand applying a vigorous punch that intensified thanks to our skin's enormous lubrication. She kissed me softly without breaking even for a moment. I told her if she was tired I could "finish the job myself", but she only smiled by shaking her head negatively. I looked at my instrument and felt he refused to ejaculate and that a provocative decision would be good tone. I touched Lina's delicious breasts, kneading them with one of the hands that was free and squeezing her nipples making them more numb than they were before.
The tactic worked and a few minutes later I ejaculated, projecting jets of sperm in all directions. When we were done feeling my penis soften into those fairy hands I didn't even notice that Lina had knelt down before me licking on my penis as if trying to clean it from the semen still dripping off.
We fell on the couch completely exhausted and overcome by a crazy, delicious adventure. We dozed off for a few minutes and Lina asked me if I wanted to take a bath or drink something. I told her that a shower would be nice and she took my hands leading me into her room where there was an American movie-like toilet. She turned on the shower and begged me to go underwater because she was going to help me with "the task" - it wasn't hard to see that "the job" was another one! - soaping me slowly in hot soft sponge water.
I began to feel invigorated, even though I knew that my penis would not be able to revitalize itself after so much effort. Lina noticing my insecurity smiled and told me not to worry because if something was going to happen it happened naturally. And when I felt his hands on my dick, I also felt a shiver running down the spine as he slowly became more rigid and erect. Lina smiled and knelt down, taking him in her mouth and sucking sweetly as he grew harder (and I must confess that this was the first time it had ever happened since she has a sperm production deficiency due to surgery performed during adolescence).
That made me feel more alive than ever and I wasted no time, bringing Lina to me and positioning her backwards for another penetration. She turned towards me, bent over and let me curl up her buttocks allowing my penis again to invade her vagina penetrating it tenaciously. They were measured movements that had been thought out as I didn't even imagine being able to make her laugh again; but to my amazement she laughed twice (!), while begging me to fill her with my semen.
I told her that it wouldn't be possible because there was nothing to enjoy and she, turning towards me, knelt down and swallowed my member sucking and licking wildly. And when I thought that nothing else would surprise me ... came another orgasm! Of course the volume was small <unk> but anyway I had fun again! This really was something worthy of becoming an unforgettable moment with Eros songs playing in my mind.
After we dried, I put on my clothes and told Lina that she had to leave. She hugged me and kissed me a few more times (and Eros was still humming in my memory), then said that he would take me to where my car stood. As we were leaving I noticed the white panties forgotten on the living room floor and bent down to pick them up asking if it could be kept as a souvenir.
Lina laughed openly and said yes, as long as I hid it from my wife! (I asked her then very surprised how she knew that I was married.) She looked me straight in the eye and told me that I hadn't taken off my wedding ring yet. Even if I did, this "photographer" story didn't convince her - too childish indeed! She confessed to me that it had been a long time since she'd spent such a delightful afternoon with a kind and affectionate man, and that she was always afraid when approached on the streets. But in my case I could give her some measure of confidence and security.
Gee, I felt like the best man on earth and thanked him for his complimentary remark that he always thought a woman should be treated as one: with affection, respect, dedication and passion!
We got in the car and while we were driving to our destination, Lina turned on the sound system and a song of Eros came into play. She noticed my surprised look and asked if I didn't like this singer. All I said was that my life had changed since she met Eros's repertoire and he became my number-one romantic vocalist. She smiled and told me that she also liked him very much but only started taking an interest when we first met (you can believe it! Things really don't happen by chance!).
The only thing I regret to this day is that we hadn't exchanged our phone numbers and never met Idalina again, keeping with me just the sweet warm taste of her body and kisses.
NOTE: Omar Kahyan the Arab poet and thinker said that there are four things in life which have gone, never to return.
The spoken word,
The broken arrow,
The water poured forth,
The missed opportunity!