The Unexpected Sex

Hello, for those of you who don't know me my name is Gabriela I am 29 years old 1.68 m tall 55 kg white with light brown eyes blonde hair very big breasts a nice steep butt and i love sex this story really happened about 2 years ago. Only the landlord lived there with his wife and teenage son, but don't worry. This story has nothing to do with that family.
It was a Friday when I called the nearest town (which is just over twenty minutes away) to ask for an antenna technician. The company sent one of their guys, and he arrived at the appointed time - incredibly in line with what had been set by the company.
About two o'clock, he finished his shift. I left him at home, went up to the roof, set an antenna, tuned in a receiver and went out on the terrace for service.
I had no idea what was going to happen, and I sat in a rocking chair reading Arthur Golden's novel "Memoirs of a Geisha", which is fascinating by the way.
I was in short, wide and cross-legged shorts. The boy must have noticed some detail of my little bundle due to the crossing of his legs; he got excited as soon as I saw the volume grow on his jeans. And then there's a tear in my cleavage that is not provocative at all - just plain ordinary: a knit sweatshirt. I didn't wear any bra but my breasts were normal with no tight nipples or anything else abnormal which would cause him an unexpected erection. Then it occurred to me that by crossing my legs you could see my tiny red heel and part of my belly button
I didn't care about the boy's erection, accompanied him and then stood in front of the TV to check on his work. First-class service, perfect. I asked how much it had cost me and he issued a note. I told him to wait and went to arrange money. After paying him, offered him coffee. He accepted. I invited him into the kitchen and served him a cup.
"It's pot coffee!" I told him.
He smiled and said it was good.
You can get married now!
Until then I hadn't thought of anything erotic, nothing that could precede a trance or something to inspire it, not even the erection I witnessed minutes ago.
<unk> If I was at least with my boyfriend, your sentence would fit perfectly into my life.
My foolishness. He invested. It seemed that I had given him a breakthrough. He praised me and confessed, left me unresponsive. I turned red with embarrassment. And the subject changed; we spent hours talking about literature, especially Memoirs of a Geisha book. At one point, I sat down and crossed my legs, we were already in the room stomping around, it was still about the book. I realized he sought the same vision as when he approached me on the rocking chair. So I'm sure he saw an exciting detail. In fact, my wide shorts showed off my buttocks and it seemed to the unseen eye that I was without panties because they were flossed and cross-legged. My pocket watch would be on display as well as my tattoo of dog's paws. He got excited, again his dick smashed into the fabric of his jeans. The situation caught me by surprise, I became aroused and the kisses from my breasts denounced my erection. From a book commentary he switched over to personal questions and wanted to know about my boyfriend. I told him he hadn't come because I was working, and then I loosened my legs a little bit very subtly so that he could see that I was wearing panties and not without them as at first one might suspect. He ran to take a look at the detail I showed him and then turned his gaze away from me towards my breasts. From where I stood, I saw myself through the reflection of the stained-glass window between the living room and dining room. But he wasn't offended, even though his eyes told me that he wanted to jump up from where I was and eat me whole. Instead, he discreetly held the stick and crossed my legs to hide my erection. We kept talking about personal things. I complained of an ex-boyfriend who cheated on me. It was a lie, but it would have put me in an inferior position worthy of being taken care of by this hot male no. Crossed my leg. He said some comforting words. A script of arguments which I had heard many times before. But I stretched the subject, it excited me; in fact, his gaze on me gave rise to an erotic and absolutely seductive thought because I imagined that he was thinking of consoling me, giving me pleasure and leaving with the certainty that I had a very good day. And I wanted to provide this good day for him. So I was quite willing to do so, and then I crossed my other leg, and in an unusual dramatic gesture slipped my calf into the knee where it rested and sewed up my heel. This caused greater visibility of my underpants. As if that were not enough, I bent down to examine the heel.
"I think I'm feeding a foot bug".
"Beast on foot?" he asked, scratching his forehead.
Don't you believe it? I poked an area of the heel in order to cause a small bruise.
He stood up and prepared to see the beast closely. At that time I was already preparing another animal for him to show him. He approached and knelt down to look at my heel. He looked at it for a moment, then ran his eyes inside the leg of my shorts, taking a little while long enough to appreciate the lace in my underwear.
<unk> No. It's not a footworm. Maybe it was a partridge bite... he commented, barely being able to hide his hard-on from me. His dick was really sticking out of my pants.
I stayed in that position and bent down even more to check the bruise, concluding he was right.
"Yeah. Maybe it's really a bite". I muttered, and then I remembered that I had been bitten on the back by an insect while sunbathing this morning; there was a small spot on my back just below the waist at the height of my little bundle on the left side of my buttocks.
He went over to the other side and checked. I uncrossed my legs, lifted up my shirt a few inches with one hand and lowered my shorts slightly so that he could see the mark of the attack. He found out it was indeed an insect attack and consequently saw the thread on my underpants and smart as you might expect told me there was another stain further down. I pulled the short just a little bit more and said he couldn't see. He insisted that it even had another bite mark and suggested I pass alcohol or some antiseptic. I told him that I don't like to mess with alcohol and almost set the house on fire once, but before I could complete my explanation he volunteered to do it for me.
I went into the room and grabbed a glass of liquor, brought it to him. He told me to lean over on the couch and pull my shorts down just a little bit. So that's what I did.
I felt his breath change when he hit me with my floss. He controlled himself, soaked his hand and wet my pocket, scrubbing it carefully as if caring for the said bruise. And to my surprise, he saw another hematoma further down and asked whether alcohol could be passed into it. I gave him permission. He even lowered my shorts leaving my whole pocket exposed and lightly put his finger where the other bite mark should have been. It was very close to my butt.
The insect bastard wanted to eat me whole!
"He must be a male!" he corrected in an explicit chant and retorted.
I didn't make a comment, just told him to pass the alcohol. He wet his hand and passed it over, massaged the place a little bit, but the alcohol ran down my drainage pipe and came down wetting my panties.
You've filled my kitchen with alcohol!
I'm sorry about that.
<unk> Look at that! Even my panties took the worst! I said this already reaching for my hand in order to remove my underwear from my skirt and finished: <unk> It's burning my butt and little mouth...
I turned to him as he held my panties back and told me that it was still burning up my ass, my chin... but he looked like someone who wanted to stick his tongue in there and get drunk on booze.
"Do something! Are you going to let me burn?!" I inquired, feigning nervousness.
He remained petrified; he didn't expect me to pull out my panties and reveal the shaved (by then wet with a hard-on) scrunchie. As he agonized between seeing my butt and pulsing his burning cock, I decided to take off my underwear myself and shove my ass openly into his face.
It's too fucking hot!
He did it instinctively, he started blowing on my asshole and my pussy.
Run, get a glass of water and wash it off!
He also did it with incredible rapidity. Running, he took a glass of water and came back, slowly poured the water into my drain and followed its flow with his fingertips as if washing off the burned place. Hardly knew that I was on fire from thirst. He threw water between my vaginal lips and passed through his finger. I opened myself up some more and said to him:
Oh, my God... it's driving me crazy! I kept washing the dishes.
He was obedient, and he already knew I wanted to be penetrated by that dick which reluctantly thrust emotionally into his pants.
Put your stick in, it's eating me up!
He took off his clothes, came with the stick towards my mouth and asked me to wet it a little bit. I sucked some good licks and put myself in better position on all fours so that he could get mad at me; then he slid the stick between my vaginal lips and forced his head gently pushing uninterrupted until I felt the balls caress my groin. He grabbed my waist and moved behind me in a very nice back-and-forth, stuffing everything into it and taking out almost all of it, driving me crazy... I started rolling frantically and when I announced that he was going to make fun, he buried the whole thing with some force and made me scream for pleasure. I trembled as he teased, having incredible spasms and he pressed me firmly against his groin and couldn't hold himself up, teasing, ejaculating several splashes inside my vagina and dismounted on top of me for moments ... kept like this for a few seconds while moving smoothly in order to maintain the erection... As soon as it managed to stiffen the stick again, he gave sequence what I called rapping because the rhythm was frenetic and crazy very fast, and one of those quick exits, from those crackling like bursting champagne, he came back hitting full on my buttocks and buried me. the whole thing in one fell swoop. I screamed and laughed at the same time, and continued to have one orgasm after another until he increased his breathing and said that he would mock. When his cock began beating in anticipation of another blow from a stick, he pulled it out and came over to punch me on my breasts. I received more blows from the stick and when dominated by spasms and masturbated to remove the last drop of the stick, I cranked up my jelly head and sucked with willpower producing a lion's roar for this boy who was sighing with pleasure. As soon as the stick weakened, he sat down beside me. He laughed back and said in a whisper:
For that, I swear I didn't expect...
"Neither did I", she said at last, and kissed him gratefully.
I want to kiss you, Gabi.