The Creamy Dress and the Blue Socks

My name is Gabriela, for those of you who don't know me, I'm 29 years old, I'm 1.68 meters tall, I weigh 55 kilograms, I'm white with light brown eyes, blonde hair most of the time, very large breasts, a steep and sexy butt, and I love sex in all its fullness, without any restraints or restrictions, where imagination and creativity can give wings. I've always heard about the relationship between food and heightened sexual appetite, where pheromones potentiate the desire of the partner and yours for a meal, thus increasing the intensity of the relationship. This story, like all that I write, is one of the real experiences that I had, but that happened in the middle of 2013, recently, and still arouses my curiosity and excitement. I'm skinny of the type beautiful and modest, rs ... and I've been living with my boyfriend for a little more than a year and a half. We love each other and get along very well, inside and outside the bed, a gentle, affectionate and romantic man, who between four walls turns into a virile male and attentive to my most exquisite and exciting desires. And what was to come was very interesting. It all started on a Saturday, at a party I went to with my boyfriend, I knew it was going to be a memorable night for the two of us. An evening party at a fancy buffet, offered by one of his most influential customers. I was wearing a fair dress, all creamy knitted, short skirt at the height of a miniskirt with a brown belt tightly around the waist. Despite having a zipper at the back, having a collar and not having a neckline - which is rare in my clothes - I loved that little tube dress. The good thing is that it's very comfortable, just enough for a panty and you don't need to wear a bra. It can be worn at a party like today with or without pants and I jump high as well as it serves to work and walk. It's just to wear a walk of sandals or a more discreet closed shoe with a low bounce. When we got there we met people systematically and we were talking to each other in the hallway, and almost all of us were talking to each other in a transparent red and white crystal cloth, with a few red chains. The waiters were passing by with trays full of salts and with beautiful, multicolored cocktails always covered in a foam. I took one to kill my curiosity, with a bowl of sparkling wine in my hand. At the first sip I felt a prick of a headache. Today is not the day to have a headache, I thought with my buttons, the night is going to be long and I need to be fit and calm. I apologized and told my boyfriend that I was going to look for a headache remedy and would be back soon. I went to where my bag was stored and walked to the kitchen, asked for a glass of water and as I drank it, I felt my head throbbing again. I had an intuition that that medicine would not work. So I talked to the girl who got me the glass of water that I thought the pain would not go away. She told me to take a more appropriate remedy that she had in her closet. So I accompanied her to the dressing room. She went into the dressing room and I stood in the hallway walking, she came afterwards offering me the remedy. She thanked me for the kindness and asked to stay there for a while, which she did and went back to her affairs. A few minutes later, coming from the kitchen, she passed by a man in a tuxedo dress, showing me that she worked at the buffet. Can I help you? After a brief explanation that he had taken the medicine he asked to come along. We went into the first room where Buffet's office was, opened a fridge 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 gave me the glass of water which I took along with the pill. Away from the bustle of the party, calm as it was there, I felt good. I appreciated the kindness and in order not to leave immediately I asked if he worked at Buffet. He explained that he worked during the day and prepared menus. Then he told me that a lot of headache goes away with a simple neck massage. - Would you allow me? Seeing my anxious look to make the pain go away, I let him massage my neck. With his fingertips he massaged my neck and shoulder. I felt the pain go away as if by magic. To this day I don't know if it was the medicine or that hand massaging me that made me heal from the pain. I felt so good again that I got up and looked right into his eyes thanking him. I saw a smile of satisfaction and in that direct look we couldn't resist and we kissed for a few seconds. His left hand grabbed my right hand and I realized that he had noticed my wedding ring. Discreetly, making mention of leaving again I thanked him. That's when he spoke. - Look, here's my card, my name is Eduardo, if you need me call me, any time, any day. - My name is Gabriela, we'll talk. I put the card in my bag and went back to the party, and with Eduardo's help, that night was truly memorable for me and my boyfriend, and all I could think about afterwards was why we kissed, what was the attraction that caught us at that moment, was it just gratitude, or was there something more? Monday around noon, I was at work going out for lunch when my boyfriend called me. I have to take a trip to Porto Alegre, I'm going with my boss because he has a business to be closed I'll be back in two days at the latest the day after tomorrow I'll go home, pack and go straight to the airport - Call me when you get there. - Kisses It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon and he called me saying that he was already in Porto Alegre, and shortly after, out of annoyance or curiosity, I called Eduardo, because my doubt was so great, and that kiss was stuck in my throat. - Hi, I'm Gabriela, from that party, who had a headache... remember me? I can't stop thinking about you. Yeah, me too, I can't get it out of my head. - Ah! I loved it, I just wanted to understand better why, if we could talk without hurry? And do not apologize, I realized that you are engaged and engaged, maybe that's why I would like to understand better. Do you have a time? If tonight's all right, my boyfriend's out of town. - I get off work at 6:00, I can pick you up. I made an appointment with him at six plus a few minutes at the door of a bookstore on Av. Visconde de Pirajá, in Ipanema, near his work, but far enough away from my house and my work. I knew that on the street next to the bookstore there is a place where you can park to enter or leave a passenger, like loading and unloading. I said that I would go with the same cream dress, because that way it would be easier for him to recognize me. He told me that he was punctual. It's just to arrive a few minutes earlier, without waiting too long or getting bored because at those hours you don't want to meet anyone you know. I left work, I went home and took a quick shower and cleaned up, I put on my cream dress and my little blue panties that I love with a thin band around my waist, I was feeling comfortable, I took a taxi and went to Ipanema, and on the way I thought I shouldn't have said that my boyfriend had traveled, he might want to get too excited, he arrived at the appointed time, I got in the car, we smiled at each other, he showed me a bag full of food and said, - Let's go to my apartment. I make dinner, it's my specialty. I graduated from the best school of Chef du Cuisine. Then it's more discreet and safe. A crowded place might not be the best indication for us. Okay? Agree? Feel free. I don't want to embarrass you for anything. - I agreed, I was curious to know what we were going to eat. In his apartment, he asked me to choose a song and turn it on, and after that, I went into the kitchen, where he cut up some vegetables, huge shrimp, pieces of meat, and also separated out little cumbucks, each with a different sauce. I made a gesture to help and he smiled. He took two tulip-shaped glasses and opened a champagne. He filled them halfway and gave me one. Salute!!! We drank a sip and again our eyes crossed like the first time we kissed. I took two plates, cutlery and a tablecloth. I went into the living room and set up the table with two chairs next to each other following his instructions. He brought a bowl full of chopped things and a grill to make sandwiches. We were sitting right next to each other, and he filled the grill with vegetables. - Let's start with the quick-cooked vegetables. He would sprinkle a sauce as transparent as water and as soon as it was roasted he would put it on the plate and again fill the grill with more food. Surely that preparation was making us hungry. Our hands would replace the fork and keep busy emptying the plate. I confess that it was a delicious dish, making me blush with satisfaction because the company fed the desire. In the second batch came the shrimp, and for each type of grilled there was a special sauce, and he always watered them with a sauce from the plastic bottle. - What's in there? - The trivial, water, vinegar, oil, a little mustard, sauce and onion. Everything was delicious and smooth, tempered to the right degree, a flavor that only a great chef can create, without exaggeration. Forward, the hunger gave way and the satisfaction of being there was the best possible. Hands no longer went exclusively to the plate, I noticed that sometimes I passed my hand on his back as a wide embrace, and that his hands sometimes rested on my thigh. Ours, how I could be there without embarrassment or restlessness. We drank slowly, when again he took out of the grill two large shrimps placing one in each dish. I took the shrimp from his 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 intertwined and I often stroked his back or put my hand on his waist resting on his thigh. I began to feel the kisses lengthen and his hand begin to caress my breasts. He began to kiss my neck, and then we kissed for a long time with our mouths half open. It was all very good, very pleasant. I felt him open the zipper and lower the top of my dress, exposing my breasts. He stroked and kissed them. In the same reaction, I helped him take off his shirt and spread his hand over his chest. I stood up and let the dress fall to the floor, standing there with the tiny blue panties in front of him. He looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes, admiration and contemplation, and stood there for a while, watching me. Then my panties fell off, and I was able to display my shaved skirt, all with a big boob on top. I was excited, gasping, looking at me and lowering my tongue over my eyes and running my hand down my cheeks to my chest, and I knew very well when he made an obvious complimentary comment: - I see your thirst and your hunger are even greater, this strawberry is secreting a very tempting honey. Aiiiii, I did not restrain myself, and I put two fingers on my clitoris clogged and molasses, in front of him, where I could prove my excitement. The two fingers, molasses with my juice, I was rubbing like one who evaluates the viscosity of an oil and I approached his lips without taking my eyes from his. The sharp palates of that night, our flavors being appreciated ... He took me in his lap and took me to his room. There was a double bed. While I uncovered and sat on the sheet, he undressed and sat down next to me. We started kissing and embracing each other all over again. He hugged me and kissed my neck. So I leaned back on the pillow and he started kissing and licking my breasts. He started kissing and going down to the lower part of my breasts, when I put my hands on his head and I mentioned him again to kiss me on the mouth. I saw that he understood and returned, not forgetting again to take care of the nipples desiring affection, coming up to kiss me. At that moment, I realized that I was all given to him. I could no longer articulate a single word and in moments I realized that it would be his all night. I looked at him with the look of a prey that had fallen into a trap and was about to be eaten. Only women can have that look I think they know that they have no way to escape and never want to escape on the other side. Along with a kiss, I felt myself being penetrated very slowly and until the end. I felt the weight of his body and it was so delicious, that I realized that I was going to make fun of it. He took it out and penetrated me very slowly. The third or fourth time I enjoyed hugging that man. He continued to eat me, I put my hands on his thigh, I went up through his ass and climbed on his back. Now I was sure that someone who was not my boyfriend was eating me and making fun of me. So I focused on him, I wanted to satisfy him completely with my body. I had already enjoyed and now I wanted him to enjoy very tasty. I continued to eat me hard and slowly, I hugged his back and with my hand almost on his neck I caressed him. Looking at him I was able to whisper in his ear: - There you go, honey. He increased the frequency and I wanted to reciprocate more. He was very pleasant and then I started to feel again that I would enjoy. It was the rhythm of how he ate me, the breath that announced that we would enjoy and then I enjoyed again at the same time I felt that he was enjoying 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 have multiple orgasms. We stood for a few minutes next to each other. I thought that I could never have missed this opportunity although deep down I liked my boyfriend. I went to the bathroom, and I noticed he'd had quite a laugh, and I thought, - He's having a lot of fun! If there's another chance I'll suck first so that he'll enjoy very much and very tasty in my mouth. I laughed alone. I let the enjoyment wet my fingers and I took it in my mouth to feel his taste and I loved it. Then I cleaned myself, I wiped myself and I went back to that nest. I lay down by his side and in the position I was in, my right hand was leaning on his stick. Then I held him and I caressed him, it was that box that made me laugh. We stood there talking and I didn't let go of his stick. It was like saying I wanted more, but it was more to make him very tasty and very tasty. Then I think an hour passed and then I felt that his was getting soaked in my hand. I looked into his eyes and I kissed his mouth. At the same time my hand liked to make some stronger caresses in his cock. He was sitting with his chest up and I started to kiss his navel. I lay down by his side and I held him and caressed him, it was that box that made me laugh. We stood there talking and I began to cry, and I thought it was a good time for him to get up and he started to suck me again. And then I remembered him, and he started crying and I thought he would be so generous and he'd me again. And then he started to make me sit down with my dick. And I would happily suck that hard, thick cock as he rubbed his lips, his tongue and his fingers on my penis. He would literally want to devour me. He would correspond by swallowing that moldy mast whole. He would suck his head, slide down his body and lick his smooth balls. He would come back and spit on the glans, punching hard and slowly, sipping the liquid that came out of the little hole in his head. The taste was identical to what he had experienced just before. And at the height of my orgasm, with him rubbing my clitoris hard, I wanted a lot of milk in my mouth. Edward screamed like a horse, and poured a lot of flavor into my face, where I wanted to fill every mouth to the fullest and taste it. But I was swallowing the adult that he was, sucking through his tongue, snuggling on the glans, kissing his fingers like water. He would turn his head, slide down his body and lick the fluid out of his head. I would come back and spit in the glans, punching hard and slowly, sipping the fluid that came out of the little hole in his head. The taste was identical to what I had just experienced. And at the height of my orgasm, with him rubbing my clitter, with my clitter, he wanted a lot of milk in my mouth. Edward screamed like a horse, We stayed in the devouring kisses for a long time, his hands running through my body and my breasts. I had already started to feel his hard phallus poking me, the lush environment was getting warmer and warmer. Edward then came towards me. I was with my legs wide open waiting for him. He was getting in very slowly and pleasantly. The third time is always more time-consuming and capricious. As I liked to see him eat me, then I got excited and enjoyed it again. He kept taking out that stick and I got excited again, enjoying it again. Every time I enjoyed it I called him love, my desire, my everything. I was very happy. One hour I spoke - Just like that . - You had another one, sweetheart. It froze my spine, and I started biting his dick with my little pocket knife, and I hugged him tight, and I whispered, - You call me my darling, but I'm all yours. He took a little longer. I was excited and joking, I had lost count of how many times it had been, and when his breathing became more exhausted, I felt him joking again and loudly. How could that happen, it was a sperm depository. I hugged him and caressed him, I wanted him to feel very sexy at that moment. As it was good, I turned to his side and crossed my legs so as not to miss the joy of that wonderful relationship. Our mouths touched and my hand caressed that beautiful face making him feel like the male who fucked me all. We talked some more, she was tired, but not exhausted, we were still caressing each other, we talked about work, about stability in the relationship and living together, 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 his work, which was very interesting. For so many he spoke to me: If you don't want to, you don't have to, and I won't be upset about it. I was curious. - I wanted to fuck you one more time. I knew he'd love it, and I wanted to accept that fourth time, in fact, he didn't even have to ask. - My love, my body is here. If you want, come. I'm here for you. Whatever you ask I'll do. He kissed me, stroked my breasts and came on top of me. I grabbed his dick, which was already hard as a rock, and I was adjusting it to fit inside my little kiss. I thought I wouldn't have fun anymore. I just thought it would be nice to have him on top of me eating me. I thought it would take too long, so I let him take the initiative. It was the same, then I got excited and every time he squeezed my breath I denounced how much I was loving that relationship. He in turn also got excited quickly and once again I enjoyed together when I felt his enjoyment once again inside my mead bouquet. This time we were tired and sleep would come next. I lay on my side but with my back to Eduardo. He hugged me tightly, grabbing my breasts and his sex in the air of the bundle and then he spoke: Now I know why we kissed that day, our bodies need each other. - You're wonderfully hot. I smiled while agreeing with him. I locked one leg over the other so as not to lose that unforgettable joy. He pulled the covers and covered me. I looked at the clock and it was still 9 o'clock at night. I was warmly clinging to Eduardo, I felt his sex against my little bundle and his hand on my breast. So we slept. When I woke up, I looked at the clock, it was a little after 4 o'clock. We slept for more than seven hours without stopping and in the same position, because I woke up exactly feeling Eduardo's dick in the gutter of the bundle and his hands on my chest. I got up, went to the bathroom and took a shower. The shower had a lot of hot water, it was delicious. It had a clean towel that I thought was for me and again I was clean, dry and smelly. It was very early, I went back to bed and I lay on my side in the same position until I felt my butt against Eduardo's sex. He woke up and was smiling, I turned my face up. He kissed me and caressed me. I began to feel his dick grow behind me. A few more caresses and as I was lying on my side, I slid my leg from top to front, I pushed the bundle for him to penetrate me from behind. I held his dick and directed the tip to eat my cock. He responded, as always. With a little pressure, the head of the stick came in and then it was easy to give a real go and make him all the way into my butt. My favorite thing about giving the cock is to feel the dick entering it, tearing and invading. The initial little pain immediately gives way to pleasure. As I always felt anal, and I was too excited about it, I didn't like it and I threw myself backwards with a certain voracity and violence. And then he would escape several times and then Edward would come out, and he'd feel so good about it, that when he pulled the dick out, it was almost delicious to penetrate me again, and when he was putting the dick back in, it was delicious. I said, "Fuck you". A lot of women say that they masturbate while giving the bundle. I do not, too short to have the ass well eaten. Besides masturbating also, in the butt, I like to be fucked there, I have pleasure. That was another thing that was missing in my boyfriend, he would much rather eat the butt than eat my butt. If he knew how I like it, he would eat my ass more often. Sometimes I'd turn my face so he'd see how satisfied I was and so he'd kiss me. Other times I'd put my arm on his back and follow his movement as he ate me. Before long, he was having fun. He was having a good time and a lot of fun. I grabbed his ass, sat on the bed and gave him a huge kiss of satisfaction for being in that male's bed. He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and I went in, and we took a shower together, and we washed, and we caressed, and we kissed, and we licked, and we sucked. It was still very early, so we lay down and covered ourselves and tried to get some more sleep, at least some rest. Later on we woke up, I turned to his side and we started kissing again. He came over to me and ate me again. And again I would get in my ass, I think he loved it and realized that I did too. What magic this man had that made me feel like a hot and sexy woman. I got more and more excited, and he followed up by increasing the frequency of the strokes of his dick on my ass and without resisting I began to mock without stopping until I felt that he wanted it too. I unchained him by making a cork sound in a bottle of wine, and with him standing, I bent down and began to suck him, I felt the taste of my little rabbit, I didn't care, I just wanted my male milk. So he filled my mouth with his joy. He lay down on one side and I turned to the other side, braiding and squeezing his leg to keep his joy inside me. He covered me and we went back to sleep a little more. When I woke up I saw that the day was starting to clear up. I wanted to give a last hug and thank you for that wonderful night, but we tangled up again and I once again had to give in to that guy to give his fifth or sixth fuck. I had lost count, rs. It was a trick not to forget. We had fun together again. I was so happy that I made a point of kissing and sucking that jelly stick that satisfied me all that night. It was already my time. Who came to work at 8 was me. Eduardo had the trade schedule and came at 9 am. I went to the room, found my panties and the cream dress. I put my shoes on, arranged my hair and lipstick. When I returned to the room, Eduardo had prepared coffee, milk, bread, biscuit, jelly and honey. He took down the entire shelf of the closet. He wanted to please me in any way. - No one leaves this house hungry, you're kidding. Oh, honey, don't worry about me. We had coffee together, I gave her a big kiss, and I left, and I stopped by the house, and I changed my clothes, and I went straight to work. During the day, I could feel something dripping and leaving my underpants wet. - It's Eduardo, he has a lot of fun. When my boyfriend comes back, I'm going to give him a third, fourth or fifth rss. She's great. Let's see if I sleep naked and cling to him like I did with Eduardo. I'm sure I'll be much more generous and affectionate with him. At lunchtime my boyfriend calls me: I'm coming back this afternoon, can you pick me up at the airport? My husband will arrive full of horny as he always does. Sometimes I wonder if in those trips he does not betray me. Men have so much opportunity besides that everywhere is full of nightclubs and women's houses. But I think he does not betray me, because he always comes back full of horny looking for me. When I got home from work, I took a shower, got clean and smelly, went to the underwear drawer, put on another pair of blue underwear that he loves, put on the cream dress again, and headed to the airport. It's got to be the cream dress with the blue panties, they're bringing me luck. Bjs from Gabi!!!