What a waste!

I don't remember commenting here, but I am an absentee practitioner of the so-called "solitary pleasure", commonly known as punch; especially when this is practiced with the help of women who like to collaborate in the realization of this, say, exercise. It is also important that the partner, in addition to having fun with it, gets some form of compensation in the form of pleasure. I usually resort to this practice when the sea isn't for fish, or even when, as they say, a good hand job is better than bad sex, which means that a lot of the time, hand job is always the best option. The curious thing that happened in this regard, happened a few months ago. I was at home, doing nothing, when I decided to watch some pornographic videos on the Internet connected to my television, after all, I was unaccompanied and I didn't see any problem in it. In the third short video I was almost exploding. I had a delicious erection and decided to take advantage of it. I was naked and masturbated until I enjoyed it very much and, at the end, I was on the sofa relaxing and enjoying the experience. Well, the day took its course and I kept doing nothing! Days later, my diarist had arrived for another day of work at home; as usual, I was still there, getting ready to go to work; Lucia, that's her name, greeted me and went to change in the small hallway we have in the garage, while I went down the shower. I finished my bath and, still with the towel wrapped around my waist, went down the stairs to have a cup of coffee before getting dressed for the day's work. When I arrived in the room, I was taken by a shock wave; Lucia was holding the television remote in one hand and was curiously looking at the scenes on the screen. "Shit!" I thought, since I had left the porn video channel open that morning and had forgotten to turn it off when I turned off the TV. Not knowing what to do, I stared at Lucia, who, in turn, had all her attention focused on the images of a delightful mature woman with breasts, naked, kneeling in front of a guy, holding in her hands a huge hard roll. The blonde masturbated her partner while alternating small licks on the glans with sucks that did not interrupt the hand job carried out with dedication. With nothing else to do, I chose to pay attention to Lucia who, for a middle-aged woman, was still quite hot. She was wearing her so-called "fight dress" which was composed of a very short shorts that highlighted her rolled buttocks and thick thighs and a blouse with handles that also had the effect of highlighting her huge breasts and whose aesthetics caused a stir in my groin. Suddenly, Lucia turned to me, as if aware of my presence and my surprise at what was happening. She looked at me and gave a naively charged grin to then turn her attention again to the scenes shown on the fifty-inch TV. She insisted on watching the video until the end, that is, until the subject ejaculated, licking the face and hair of the blonde who was having fun with the roll in her hands, licking her glans and saying satisfied. "What a waste!" exclaimed Lucia without even looking at me. - Why do you say that, Lucia? <unk> I asked, not resisting curiosity. She simply did not answer me, she just stared at me for a few moments and resumed her daily chores. Embarrassed and not knowing what to say, I went upstairs and got dressed to leave. When I came down the stairs, I asked Lucia if I could have an espresso in my coffee pot. She smiled at me and nodded affirmatively, completing by saying that the coffee pot was ready. I was absorbed, savoring the delicious espresso, when, once again, Lucia surprised me with a straightforward question: - Tell me something... do you really prefer a hand job to a climb? Trying not to choke on the hot drink, I looked at Lucia with an air of seriousness, and after a few minutes, I explained to her that I did not prefer one thing to another, but sometimes a good hand job was the beginning of a good climb, or it could still be just a good hand job. Lucia looked at me soberly, and after thinking a little, exasperated to affirm: I don't know, I still think it's a waste. After saying that, she simply resumed her routine, practically forgetting about my presence; I finished my coffee and went to work, thinking about what exactly Lucia meant by the word "waste". And, in fact, the matter bothered me only for a few hours, since, on the one hand, I was stuck in the exhausting work routine, and, on the other, because I would only see Lucia again a week later. However, my sense of naivety spoke louder, and the day before Lucia was to come home, I decided to give her something to think about. That night, I recorded on my tablet a short video of myself masturbating until I was laughing, and then I transferred that content to the television memory. As I well knew, Lucia was curious, and all I had to do was program the device to turn on automatically the next day at a certain time . . . and so I did! The next morning I went to answer the door when the bell rang. Lucia greeted me cheerfully and went down to change; I, in turn, went upstairs and took a shower, hoping that my little ploy would work. Again, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I walked down the stairs and, not surprisingly, found Lucia watching my little exhibition. She watched the little video until the end and after a few minutes, she turned and saw me looking at her. Lucia walked up to me and gave a smile full of second thoughts. "What's under the towel?" she asked full of attitude. - Wouldn't you rather find out on your own? Immediately, Lucia put her hand in the hollow of the towel and took the roll that was in the process of erection. She gently squeezed my instrument and then glued her body to mine. Lucia was a recently widowed woman and I suspected that she had not been climbing well for a long time, since her husband had suffered a stroke and was unable to survive without help, dying a few years later. Thinking about her sexual orphanage made me even more excited! Lucia handled the scroll skillfully as she rubbed her breast against mine, letting me feel those exuberant breasts begging to be sucked and licked. Without ceremony, Lucia let go of the towel that went on the floor, leaving me naked and at her disposal. She continued to manipulate my roll, making my skin rise and fall deliciously, causing me intense shivers and an unbounded erection. I just looked at her, crazy to undress her and experience that voluptuous body full of unsatisfied desires, falling, at that moment, to appreciate my diarist carefully masturbating me. After a long time, I felt a spasm go through my body, announcing the arrival of a thunderous and immeasurable orgasm ..., but then Lucia surprised me once again; just as she had started, she stopped the exercise, letting my roll hanging in the air before I could reach the apex. She stood there, watching the pike swing and pulse threatening to explode, but holding at the end of a few seconds. - It's a waste! <unk> she said with disapproval <unk> A thick and hard dick like that, to end the joke like that, without more or less ... Without waiting for any comment from me, Lucia walked away from me and towards the kitchen. I stood there, naked, with a hard stick and not knowing what to do. I went upstairs, put on my clothes and went to work, saying goodbye to Lucia and telling her to forgive me for the abuse. "Abuse!" she exclaimed, "Abuse is this role dying in my hand!" I left, dismayed and thoughtful. Lucia did everything just to provoke me and, in the end, I was left with nothing! On the other hand, I thought about the shit I had done, since in addition to losing the fuck, I could also lose the diarist, whose damage would be incalculable and the repercussions too bitter. I decided that the best thing to do was to let the matter cool off once and for all. Little did I know what the future held for me. A few weeks later, on the day of Lucia's appearance, I was taking my espresso as usual while she was washing the kitchen sink. - Come here, tell me something <unk> she asked, while looking at my groin <unk> If a woman happens to punch a punch to the Lord ..., what does she gain from it? - It depends. I answered without missing an opportunity. Depends on what? "Depends on what she wants in return". I replied, staring at her firmly. -If she just wants to have a good time -continued Lucia -Do you think she rolls? "Certainly, Lucia!" I replied, feeling that a good opportunity had arisen. Again, the conversation died at that point, and I walked away, frustrated and not knowing what to think. For the next few weeks, everything went perfectly normally, and Lucia didn't bring it up again. I thought it was the end of a good possibility. After more than a month, everything came to light again and in a delightfully overwhelming way! Lucia was at home, minding her own business, while I went up to the room and got under the shower, feeling the warm water flow through my body. I took a relatively quick bath and as I was alone in my room, I came out of the bathroom completely naked. I got a huge fright when I saw Lucia sitting on the edge of my bed; she was also naked and her huge breasts displayed a pair of protruding and shivering nipples. She was a spectacle of a middle-aged woman, captivating, sensual and yet discreet. I stood where I was without knowing what to do, and it was Lucia who decided to take the initiative. -Come here! <unk> she asked <unk> come closer to me ..., otherwise I will be ashamed. I walked up to her, and when I was within her reach, I felt her hand take the half-hardened scroll with one hand, massaging it with a certain vigor. -What a prick! <unk> she praised, without taking her eyes off the instrument <unk> Affff ..., what a thick and hard thing! Let's play a little, shall we? Lucia did not wait for my reply and began to masturbate me slowly, stretching the movements while, with the other hand, gently kneading my swollen balls. Her skill in manipulating my roll captivated me, allowing me only to whimper softly as I stroked her smooth hair. The next moment, Lucia pulled me close to her and wrapped her legs around me, making it easier for her to masturbate to me. The movements became more intense and faster, but still, I anticipated that exercise without any sign of weakness. -That's what's macho! <unk> she praised intensifying the movements <unk> As soon as I like ..., a hard and thick-headed male who does not give up easily! At the same moment, I began to caress Lucia's breasts, feeling those twitchy nipples between my fingers, and observing the dedication with which she masturbated me. In the first spasm signaling an orgasm, Lucia, with amazing skill, lowered her hand to the base of the roller, squeezing it with a certain force, which immediately stopped the possibility of an unwanted ejaculation. Look at her, look at her, look at her, look at her, look at her, look at her. Lucia unceremoniously drew her lips close to the swollen glans, kissed her, and then wrapped them around her lips, simulating short back-and-forth motions. I threw my head back and groaned softly. Then she resumed masturbating, and every time my body practiced a little, she interrupted in the same way. I have to admit, it was a delight in every way, and even though I would have preferred the chance to suck on her nipples, Lucia's ability was something incredible. After a while, she got up, put her body on mine and intensified the up and down movements. Suddenly, my body announced another peak and it was at that moment that Lucia decided what could happen. - Now, come here with me <unk> she said, as she pulled me by the roller towards the bathroom <unk> I want to see this fucking sneeze on me ... She sat down in the toilet and resumed masturbating with me positioned in front of her. Within minutes I felt an uncontrollable spasm and then the best ejaculation I had ever experienced before. The jets, hot and thick, licked her breasts who, together with me, groaned and delighted in the experience. With my legs twisted, I resisted going to the floor, while Lucia picked up a small towel from the sink drawer and carefully wiped the roll. Then she came out of the bathroom, asking me to follow her. She lay down on the bed, not without first asking if I cared <unk> which I certainly agreed. Lucia opened her legs, displaying her sketch of few hairs and big lips. She looked at me, languid and excited. -Now, I want a good laugh! <unk> she asked, looking at me with a look full of horny <unk> she plays with my cricket and makes me laugh tasty ..., please ... Immediately, I sat down next to her and began to finger that beautiful and delicious sketch. My desire was to fuck her, but I knew that if I abused my luck I would lose not only the chance, but also, and most importantly, the diarist ... After a while, unable to resist the urge, I replace my fingers with my skillful tongue, sucking and licking Lucia's waterlogged vagina as it writhed on the bed, revealing that it had loved my decision. "Ooh!" she exclaimed, between moans and panting breath, "How tasty is this! You don't know how long it's been since I've felt this! Go on, go on, go on, go on, it's very good!" I did my best, until after a while, Lucia let out a little scream, saying that she had enjoyed ..., and then again ..., and again ..., after all, I had provided some orgasms in my partner. When we finished, Lucia exhibited an expression of fullness that, for a long time, she had not felt. She confessed to me that she hesitated a lot to run into this adventure with me, because she did not want to lose her job. I reassured her, saying that nothing would change and that, depending only on her, everything would continue as usual. Since then, whenever there is an opportunity, Lucia and I have had such fun. Why don't we go for a good climb? I don't know the answer to that question ... I just know that this atmosphere of provocation excites more than anything! However, recently, after another session of endless caresses, Lucia took her clothes and went down to the kitchen. I thought it was strange, because she always dressed herself before going down, and following my instincts, I tried to follow her. In the living room, I found Lucia leaning over the sofa, yanking her ass in a rather bold way. <unk> she said as she looked at me <unk> But if you want to eat me cu ... Immediately, I ran up to her and after kneeling behind that gorgeous ass, I licked her little seal, leaving it bulletproof, the same way my dick would rise in a pulsating erection. I spat on the scroll and licked it with my saliva and held Lucia by the buttocks, pushing them away vigorously as I pointed the scroll towards her anus. It was a bit of a hard penetration, but my impression was that I wasn't the first to fuck that ass, because it didn't take long for my cock to be buried in her bowels. - Go fuck yourself! <unk> she exclaimed on the verge of madness <unk> Hit that roll hard ..., fuck me hot! I stopped Lucia's ass from moving to allow my attacks to go deeper and deeper, and she soon cried out that she was having a good time. -I always liked to be fucked in the ass <unk> she confided to me, between moans and screams <unk> Since my husband died, I've been waiting for a chance like this ..., go ..., fuck me hot. Lucia experienced a few more orgasms, until I, overcome by the effort, told her that I needed to enjoy myself. - You can joke, inside of me <unk> she said bluntly <unk> I need a hot fuck filling me up! I ejaculated at once, feeling the jets being thrown inside my partner, who, in turn, rolled and groaned wildly. When we were finished, Lucia ran to the bathroom under the stairs, washing herself meticulously. I said good-bye to her moments later, saying that it was very good that morning; Lucia smiled and replied that for her it was also very good!