A "Quick" as a Tip

The Saturday I woke up with a hangover in the house and in Dr. Osvaldo's bed, I came home and apologized a thousand times to my mother for sleeping outside, none of which worked, and I took a sponge bath and had my cell phone confiscated. I don't want to hear any more, Mrs. Nicole, you'll be without your cell phone and without leaving the house until Monday morning. Oh, mother, now you've got it bad. I thought it prudent to accept the punishment quietly, in order to have plans for the coming weekend, and besides, I should be grateful to be still alive, for Madame Helena did not find out that I had slept with a man who was her best friend's boyfriend. I waited till nightfall when the captain went into the bathroom, so I called the lawyer from the landline. So, Doctor, have you figured out how to get my mother's permission to spend an extended vacation in Bahia? I've already made a plan and even arranged a wedding in the countryside, in Ribeirão Preto, for example, to the sister of a friend. You don't know Helena, she's going to ask for my friend's mother's phone to talk to her. I've thought about it, I've arranged with a colleague, she's going to play the mother of the girls. There you go, good shot, you got a little star. The next day my mother was in the kitchen with Adriana, Dr. Osvaldo's girlfriend, the two of them were going to spend Sunday at my house. I picked up the conversation about getting married inside, but Mrs. Helena was still playing hard to get, so I didn't think it would work, but a light at the end of the tunnel came on when she agreed to call my hypothetical friend's fake mother, which was a good sign. Probably this doctor's colleague was an actress, because the phone conversation went super well. At the end of the call my mother was calm and said I could go. All I had to do was listen to thousands of recommendations, but eventually, I could fly out Friday morning to Bahia. I left the two women in the kitchen and went up to my room with the intention of separating some clothes, but I stopped in my mother's room to thank the doctor. He was installing a version of Windows on Mrs. Helena's PC. I commented on the success of his plan, I would travel thanks to him. For safety and in case of an unforeseen event, the doctor wanted to know where I would be staying and in whose company. I omitted the details, of course, because the company was my father (he was sentenced with a measure prohibiting him from approaching me or my mother). I also did not give clues of the city, it would be safer that way. But as expected, he asked for compensation, perhaps motivated by my refusal to share my secrets with him. <unk> Your work was already well paid last Friday <unk> I spoke seriously. Think of it as a tip, after all, I managed to fulfill your request, and it wasn't easy. I looked into her eyes and thought, why not, what could go wrong? I had everything to go wrong, I answered myself in thought, so my passion was at its peak, and the fact that we were in my mother's room was more fuel to fuel my fire. It's fine, but it's just a blow job. Let's go to the bathroom, angel! No, here in the closet is better, I can hear when someone is near. That closet brought back wonderful memories of when Dad still lived with us, and we had a lot of fun in that discreet space. The dirty lawyer sat on the bench, and I knelt on the carpet between his legs, and I took his business out, and it had already begun to grow with the touch of my hand, and as I sucked it in and sucked it out, it grew and filled my whole mouth and throat. My libido was exploding, wishing I could feel him inside my hottest region at that exact moment. <unk> I wanted to fuck you so much right now, but it's crazy, isn't it? <unk> I asked already knowing the answer, because despite being forty and a lawyer, he was as crazy and irresponsible as me. I also can't stand to be horny for you anymore, my princess. Do you have a condom in your pocket? I also thought about it, but I don't. I promise that this time I won't laugh inside, let's go to my beautiful!? Smoothing his stick with both hands, I spoke looking at him with a face of distrust: It doesn't roll without protection, but I have a plan B. I picked up Mom's secret little box, which contained intimate gel and condoms, and I don't think Mrs. Helena will need another condom, I thought, smiling from the inside as I surrendered to the chaos. I took off my panties and he covered his penis with the hood. I climbed on his lap, legs wide open and facing him. His member went to the bottom of my bowels tearing my sigh and groan. United by the embrace and mouths glued in an endless kiss, we rocked the bench without thinking of the danger. He took the hurrying too seriously, the hurrying too soon to the orgasm, and when I noticed the slowing, I almost whispered in tears, Don't stop, for the love of God, don't stop! My pleasure would come in rising waves, it would be an animal joy, but at the hour H of the peak, my mother shouted from below saying that my friend Luiza had arrived. I did not answer, my voice could sound strange, because I had reached the highest point of my orgasm. My desire was to groan like crazy. Fortunately he also did not resist the idea of continuing until we completed such an intimate and delicious moment, despite taking all the risks. My friend should have been near my room at that moment, standing before and next to which we were practicing that crime with the door open. "Nicole?" echoed her friend's voice, probably in my room. I got off him slowly, separating our sexes, and he went to the bathroom in the suite to collect himself while I quickly put on my panties to go meet Luiza. As I left Mom's dorm room I almost bumped into the girl, she was about to enter the environment of sin, but I made her turn around and we went to my room. She kept insisting that I had "the face of the cat that ate the little bird". Not exactly her words. He kept repeating: You're so happy, Nicole. You were up to something, weren't you? I've been dying to tell you everything, but I thought it best to keep it a secret. It didn't take long and she probably assumed she had rolled something when she became aware of Dr. Osvaldo's presence in the next room, which I left with a satisfied face. I'm like this, I'm not looking for happiness or achieving dreams, which are often impossible because of the reality of everyday life. When we spend precious time looking for things that are far from our reach, we ignore that there are simpler choices that can fill our days with countless happy moments. That's it for now, kisses!