My first time

I would like to tell you about my first time with a female. It was in January 2002, on a typical day of the summer in Rio, with that strong sun and the suffocating atmosphere due to the heavy rain of the previous day, which mixed in the steam and dust. I had to take one of these perfume counters to a client, a ballet teacher, who lived in a conjoined apartment in Copacabana. The building number was hidden in a street full of gates, with intense traffic of cars and pedestrians. The entrance was narrow and it was hard to believe that there were so many apartments per floor (if I am not mistaken it was more than 12). I wore a white dress (which seems to bring me luck), fair, to let my legs be well shown (thick but not thick) and I feel full and still very firm.
And after the intercom sounded no one answered. So I was already leaving, when the doorman told me that the teacher allowed me to go up. I wandered down the corridor until I found the right door. I rang the doorbell and she came to me. As we exchanged the kisses of pleasure, I noticed a sweat on her face (salt) and she showed some anxiety. It was as if I had interrupted something. Well, as you can imagine, in ten steps you knew the whole apartment. As the heat was suffocating, the teacher led me to the room, which had an inefficient air-conditioned. She was wearing bermuda jeans, a regatta (blue) shirt leafed and barefoot. We sat on the bed (of the couple) and I stretched the drawer, in addition to the bag to come to my magazine in the closet, I will find a face with all the peculiarities: the narrow opening of the closet with all the varieties of colors, and I was interrupted by a beautiful mosquito on my shoulder, and asked for forgiveness.
There was five minutes of silence, and to resume the conversation I joked: ∀now let me see your wardrobe ́. The teacher had the face of a forty-year-old (with some pronounced wrinkles), but a fit body, with well-toned, muscular, beautiful and very appetizing legs. I don't know if she anticipated my desire and replied: ∀but she has to try, as well as the perfume, to see what best suits her style ∀, with a voice of a saleswoman and the owner of the situation. Upon realizing myself, I realized that the panties were soaked, the breasts ripping the dress and I did not hesitate when she told me: ∀leave and ∀. I readily obeyed her order.
It was a mixture of fear and passion, all in high doses. What drove me crazy was the voluptuousness with which she licked my panties. The teacher smelled, stuck her tongue in, rubbed her breasts (by this time she had gotten rid of the shirt). And I was there with the xanax, asking for any consolation. And you know what came? Two incessant fingers, which to my madness altered the rhythm, being replaced by an experienced tongue, which walked on my xanax as no man had ever done. She played with the cricket, with cooties, even lowered my ass and I did not know what to do with my legs. How I had enjoyed that day. I asked to be penetrated with that variety of consolation, and the teacher had nothing, joking that she had nothing better than the tongue and the tongue. Her tongue was licked back, exploding my fingers, kissing us and imploring everything, and I went to the bathroom with her mother, and I was tortured until I was implored by that little bitch.