The Croatian

Recently, I met a very beautiful woman who lives on the outskirts of the neighborhood. The first time I saw her was on a Monday morning, when I was practicing my usual walk in a square that is very close to my house. She was walking with her pet dog, which at first seemed to be a regular habit on her part. I watched her as she walked and recorded her unusual beauty: she was a woman in her fifties and sixties, but nothing denounced this fact. She had medium wavy hair with a side wick that made her even more beautiful. Her black eyes had an unusual, I would say, special glow, and her thin lips were enhanced by a discreet red lipstick. The body was a separate note, since she had a thin waist (regardless of age, hair) and an ass, whose only adjective I found was ma-ra-vi-lo-sa! In short, an attractive woman and with a sensuality that just did not explode given her modesty. Anyway, I greeted her and was rewarded by a sweet, simple voice, and I continued my exercise, believing that any chance with that woman would run afoul of her modesty and discretion. As the days went by, I would always run into her walking her dog, and we would exchange greetings and smiles, and that was the end of it. I confess that my desire was to seduce her and tell her how much I wanted to fuck her, but, frankly, besides fearing repercussions, I didn't want to harass her to the point of losing a good chance. And it was one Monday morning that this idyllic relationship took a different turn. I had finished my walk and I was stretching and getting ready for the race, when she came up to me with her little pet on her trail, and she smiled and said hello, and I smiled back and said hello, and she just stood there looking at me, and I did the same for her. "Do you forgive me?" she said in a low, discreet voice, "but can I ask you a question?" - Of course you can, my beautiful! - Those tattoos that you have <unk> she went on <unk> did they hurt a lot? -Look, my beautiful <unk> I answered with a smile <unk> if I say no, I'll lie to you ..., they hurt yes ... - So you gave it back because you made them? -Because I love tattoos! <unk> I replied still smiling <unk> And after the first one, the rest happens naturally. She gave me a chuckle and we stared at each other. She looked down and tried to resume the conversation. - I'll tell you a secret - she said softly - I have a huge desire to make one! I asked, surprised. "I'm ashamed", she said headstrongly. "After all, I'm not a little girl anymore. - Ah, don't worry <unk> reassure her, continue <unk> Age is in the mind and not in the body ..., and, after all, you are very beautiful! She smiled and sat down on the bench in the square next to me and we talked some more. Her name was Estela, she was a widow and lived with a partner of the same age who still worked and traveled a lot. She said that sometimes she felt very lonely and that it was always good to have someone to talk to. Immediately, I offered myself as a friend and confidant and insisted on the idea of the tattoo. She laughed a lot, and after some time and a lot of insistence, she promised that she would think about it. We said goodbye with the promise that we would talk again. I went home happy that I had made friends with Estela and I was surprised that I was still thinking about how to fuck her. A few days later, in a new meeting, she showed me the drawing of a lotus flower, saying that it was this image that she wanted to tattoo on her body. I asked her where she wanted to do it and she pointed to the back of her left shoulder, going down to the back. I told her that she would look very beautiful with that image and offered to introduce her to my tattoo artist and friend; she hesitated, saying that she would think about it. Once again we said goodbye with the promise of seeing each other again. For a few days I fantasized about that beautiful, tattooed woman naked to myself ..., but, wishes aside, I preferred the harsh reality. The days passed and my meetings with Estela became more regular, so that we had become close and almost intimate. On one occasion she asked me about the tattoo artist: where was his studio, how much he charged on average and so on. I explained everything to her straight and I again insisted that she come to meet him with me. And to my surprise, she accepted! We agreed that it would be next Monday morning. Although I was thrilled with the idea of taking Estela to the studio. On the agreed day and time she was waiting for me in the square. She was dressed discreetly, but there was an exciting aura in her, with a strapless blouse and jeans. We walked to the studio that was next to the house and as soon as we entered, my friend Juca (fictitious name, of course), greeted Estela and they started talking about the design. I noticed that Estela was somewhat wired, looking at the various photographs that Juca had pasted on the wall; they were pictures of people who had tattooed with him, and there were half-naked women and men, proudly displaying their new skin designs. Estela didn't seem embarrassed, just wired, and yet she didn't say anything about the photos. After some time of conversation, she looked at me and asked if, if she agreed to tattoo, I would accompany her; immediately, I said yes, putting myself entirely at her disposal. Juca and Estela agreed on the size of the drawing, the colors and the price and made an appointment to do the work on Friday of the same week, always in the morning. We returned and I said goodbye to her, confirming that she would be available on the agreed day. Estela, with some hesitation, asked if I would like to come in and have a cup of coffee with her. I readily accepted. Her house was beautiful and well decorated and the living room was sober and modern. We sat on the dark leather sofa, right after Estela had made two delicious espresso coffees. We drank coffee in a silence that seemed to shout something only perceived by our spirits. It was then that Estela surprised me. As soon as we finished our drink, she took the cup from my hand, deposited it on the tray, doing the same with hers and then came even closer to me, touching my face gently. I couldn't resist and gave in to the uncontrollable urge to kiss her; it was a delicious and delicate kiss, but one that, nevertheless, had completely contaminated us. We kissed more and more and more. Until I felt a volume pulsing inside my trousers. I grabbed Estela by the arms, pushed her onto the sofa and almost suffocated her with a bolder kiss. I thought it would be rejected, but it wasn't. Estela embraced me and gave herself to my kiss body and soul. Impatiently, I touched her breasts on top of her blouse, and I felt her firm, insinuating volume. Estela put her hand on mine, and moving her lips away from mine, looked at me ceremoniously. "It's all lost!" I thought, thinking that my gesture had put everything to waste. - If we're going to do what I think we're going to do - she said almost in a whisper - Please be loving and understanding... I smiled at her and said nothing, just kissed her more affectionately than before. Then I got up, bringing Estela with me. We stood face to face and I carefully helped her take off her blouse and then her bra. I was enraptured by Estela's breasts; medium-sized, they maintained an incredible firmness, crowned by broad nipples and large halos, crying out for a mouth eager to taste them. And that's exactly what I did, I dropped my mouth on the nipples, sucking them and licking them with a very sincere caress. Estela stroked my hair and whimpered softly as she repeated the phrase "How good it is!" I went on, delighting in my partner's breasts, holding her at breast height and sinking my face into them. After a while, I decided I needed something more. Without caring, I lowered my hands from Estela's breasts to her pants, unbuttoned and opened the zipper; I realized, to my utter surprise, that Estela was wearing a dental floss. I was amazed by the surprise and immediately looked at her and smiled. She nodded and lowered her head while smiling discreetly. Estela moved away from me a little and took off her trousers, displaying her very delicate lingerie. For a moment, I didn't know what to do, because that vision was something out of the ordinary and left me in a state of ecstasy. Estela looked at me with an angelic look. "Did you like it?" she asked, still a little awkward. - Did I like it? <unk> I asked in surprise <unk> I simply loved it! "Good!" she said with a smile. "Because I bought it thinking of you". <unk>OMG!<unk>, I thought as I walked towards Estela. I hugged her and we kissed for a long time. I helped her lie down on the couch and after taking off her beautiful lingerie, I buried my face between her legs, letting my tongue find the object of her desire, my partner's clitoris. As I began to lick and suck Estela's swollen cricket, she wriggled, groaning and hissing with gasping breath. "Oh, my love!" she whispered. "How delightful! I don't think I've ever felt anything like it before". Encouraged by my partner's praise, I dedicated myself to sucking her and licking her until she, after some time, experienced her first orgasm with me. There followed others, more intense and celebrated by her, with moans, caresses in my hair and requests for "I want more". Afraid, I remembered that I was still dressed and more than quickly I tried to undress in front of my partner's flashing eyes. When I was completely naked, displaying all my vigorous virility, I saw the surprised look of Estela. -Oh, my love! <unk> she commented with an air of contentment <unk> You're all tattooed! I had no idea! It's beautiful! I felt confident enough to climb over Estela to penetrate her, but before I could do so, she put her hands on my chest and looked at me tenderly. Can I ask you something, my angel? -Whatever you want, delight! <unk> I replied immediately. - Let me see and take your stick? Immediately, I sat down on the couch, proudly displaying my pulsating erection. Estela sat down next to me and, with some trepidation, stretched out her hand and, little by little, began to feel the hard member. She girded the roll with her fingers and squeezed gently, going up and down from the glans to the base, feeling its volume and extension. Estela examined my roll as if it were the first time she had done it. I wanted to ask her how her sex life had been so far, but then I remained silent, preferring to appreciate how she involuntarily caressed my way. Everything seemed new to her, examining that piece of meat with her attentive, curious and, at the same time, excited gaze. I showed her how to masturbate slowly enough to feel the instrument, as well as taught her about the pressure being exerted on the vein at the bottom of the roller, causing the glans to almost double in size. Estela was startled when she saw it and asked if it hurt. I told her no, because it was too exciting. Suddenly, she asked me her I would like to be sucked. I replied that I did, but that it was not something that I enjoyed like most men. Estela looked at me and asked to do so. I gladly agreed, saying that she could do as she pleased. She leaned down to my belly and licked her glans gently, making a shiver run down my spine. She stopped and looked at me, asking if I had done anything wrong. I told her no and stroked her hair, letting her go on with her attempt. Estela licked the glans again, down the length of my member to the balls that she also licked and sucked with a surprising mastery. I tilted my head back and enjoyed that unparalleled caress. It continued until the moment when Estela opened the roll and began to suck it with slow up and down movements. While she was sucking me, I stroked her back and went down to the beginning of the gullet of her ass that was stunning, dreaming of the possibility of fucking that wonder when it was possible. I was frightened when Estela, in addition to sucking the roll, began to caress the balls, massaging them with agility. I can't take it anymore, I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you! - Then come, my love! <unk> she answered, lying back on the couch <unk> come possess me, my tattooed male! I climbed on top of her and holding the scroll with one hand I pointed it in the direction of Stella's little hole. She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me to her slowly. And the penetration happened so naturally that I was surprised; my dick slipped into her, offering a consistent resistance with whom, apparently, had not had sex for some time. At the moment my scroll was buried in Stella, she gave a nice groan and squeezed my shoulders, kissing me right after. - Ah, how good! <unk> she sighed after having kissed me <unk> now eat me tasty. Reluctantly, I continued to pull and bury my dick in my partner's bowels, who retaliated by throwing her pelvis against my reel. I was so excited that I intensified the movements almost involuntarily, but after a few minutes, the pace slowed, feeling that my partner was longing for something softer and more passionate than an animal fuck. We fucked like an insatiable couple for longer than I could have imagined, and my resistance surprised me, since I am also not a boy loaded with hormones. Estela, on the other hand, seemed to love our climb and the smile stamped on her lips denounced the immense pleasure she felt in being fucked. Suddenly, she enjoyed in an intense and almost furious way; she moaned and her whole body seemed to tremble. I mentioned to stop the movements, but she intervened, holding my face between her soft hands and staring at me firmly. -No, my love! <unk> she said with a captivating softness <unk> I want to enjoy more, please... I resumed my movements as I quenched my thirst on Estela's nipples, sucking them eagerly, and my partner enjoyed a few more, delighting in each one as if it were the first, and we were giving each other the best fuck of our lives, and I felt Estela becoming looser and bolder in her movements, moving her body underneath mine and stroking her hands across my sweaty chest, at the same time as I tasted her nipples, alternating each one in my mouth and releasing them in a provocative way. Oh, I don't think I can take it anymore! "Come, my beautiful", she replied, squeezing my shoulders, "rejoice within me, fill me with your warm sap". When I heard the expression "I knew it was hot", I just exploded in a boundless joy, ejaculating violently inside Estela who shouted and sighed, babbling: Oh, that's good, that's hot and tasty. I finished ejaculating feeling the small waves of pleasure sweeping through my whole body, which also experienced hallucinatory spasms of well-being. I raised my body, trying to stand up, but it was useless, as I had not a drop of energy left. I challenged the side of Estela who turned her back to me, nesting her body tightly glued to mine. I embraced her and we fell asleep for a few minutes. After some time that I was unable to determine exactly, I woke up embracing Estela who was sleeping peacefully. I held my arm over her and kissed her shoulder very affectionately. She writhed with a groan of approval; I felt her ass rubbing against my cock which, to my surprise, pulsed, revealing its erection in the firm flesh of Estela's buttocks. I was a little apprehensive about letting that momentum explode, but Estela seemed to enjoy the provocation. I kept kissing her shoulder and nibbling her ear affectionately. After a few minutes, I got up and made Estela lie on her stomach, exposing the unbearable beauty of her butt. I was in awe of that work of nature: it was the most beautiful buttocks I'd ever seen, and their sinuousness, coupled with the firmness of the white, velvety skin, made a huge impact on anyone who had the same opportunity that I was having at that very moment. With a mixture of care and fear, I began to caress that work of art, feeling the texture of the skin, the warmth and the perfect design, and I was absorbed in that caress, forgetting everything else, but it was Estela's soft voice that brought me back to reality. -Hum, what a handsome hand! <unk> she said softly <unk> do you like my ass? "Impossible not to be captivated by something so beautiful!" I replied without fear. "Your ass is divine!" "Can you tell me something?" she asked in a raspy voice. - Whatever you want, my angel <unk> I replied, wondering what it could be. "Have you ever had anal sex?" she asked in a hesitant voice. - Yes, I've already <unk> returned continuing with the caresses <unk> And you? "I've never had a chance", she replied, rather awkwardly. Immediately, I leaned over and began to kiss Estela's buttocks, which she showed she liked very much. I gave several kisses to those juicy meats, as well as nibbled a few times, eliciting deliciously hysterical screams from my partner. I lay down on her and kissed her neck, causing her to shiver. I let her feel my erection taking shape on the skin of her buttocks, and after a few minutes, I asked if she had butter or margarine at home. She laughed and asked if I was hungry; I said yes, but that it had nothing to do with food. I repeated the question and she said she had margarine in the fridge. I went to the kitchen and came back from there with the pot in my hand. I took a small portion and began to carefully smear Estela's ass, and she shivered, and asked me what I was doing. "Preparing you" I replied softly "for a new experiment". Saying this, I stuck my face between her buttocks and applied a tongue bath to her virgin ass. With each lick, Estela moaned and shook her buttocks without saying a word. Some, well, I simulated penetration, hardening my tongue and pushing it against the seal. Estela moaned loudly, saying that it was good. I stood up and showed my erection to Estela who looked ecstatically; her eyes were twinkling, making it clear that she was hard. I peeled another portion of margarine and greased my roll, doing it in an insinuating and provocative way. Estela looked and seemed to eat me with her shining eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked with the air of someone who knew very well about my intentions. -Come here! <unk> I said, while making Estela stand on all fours <unk> Come, I'll show you. And she did, and she got down on all fours on the couch with her legs apart, and I walked up behind her, and after stroking her buttocks, I held them firmly, pulling them until her ass was exposed to my roll, and I sprayed the gland on Estela's saddle, making her whole body shake. -Please, dear <unk> she pleaded looking over my shoulder <unk> be careful with me. I smiled at her and pulled her towards me, while I held my stick pointed at Estela's ass. As soon as my glans overcame the resistance of the clasps of her seal, Estela gave a cry that she herself drowned, biting the arm of the sofa. I held her even more firmly in order to prevent her from retreating. I took a deep breath and moved forward. Every inch of penetration I overcame was a torture for Estela who shouted and asked me to stop; I confess that there were moments when I had the intention to give up, because I didn't want her to suffer. However, I decided that it was a dead end, and I asked her to hold on a little longer. I buried the whole roll in Estela's kitchen and there I remained for a few moments, breathing calmly and letting her get used to the volume introduced into her anus. Before she could take any notice, I started poking Estela's ass with long, deep movements; she was screaming and begging me to stop; she said that the pain was unbearable, and that I was hurting her very much. I leaned over her, letting my fingers reach her clitoris, which was very swollen. I began to caress him with affection, and after a few minutes, Estela experienced an orgasm that came beyond the pain I inflicted on her with anal sex. I continued to caress my partner's crotch, not neglecting the intense punches on her butt. It took some time for Estela to confess to me that the pain had been replaced by a huge sensation of pleasure that was added to the caress in her clitoris. Finally, Estela confessed to me that she was having an orgasm induced by anal sex, and she also said that it was very good. -You are amazing! <unk> praised her who, now, was moving, pushing her body against my roll <unk> Alas, what a nice ..., this, does not stop ..., continues to fuck me ... With Estela's encouragement, I continued to stuff her ass and provide her with another sequence of deliciously advertised and commented orgasms, until, uncontrolled and overcome by the effort, I ejaculated into her bowels, depositing another load of hot, viscous semen. Estela fell on the couch, defeated but happy, and I lay down beside her, stroking her deliciously trembling buttocks. After a few hours, we were dressed and embraced on the doorstep and we kissed passionately and I confessed to Estela that she was a wonderful woman and she smiled and thanked me and asked if we would see each other again. I felt a hint of fear in her voice, but I didn't hesitate to smile at her and hold her chin. She laughed in a naughty, childish way, trying to take her eyes off mine. I held her tightly in my arms and asked her if she had any doubts about it. She shook her head in denial and smiled again. In a thoughtless gesture, I pushed Estela against the wall, and made her unbutton her jeans. She not only obeyed but let them slide to the floor, displaying her beautiful lingerie. I helped her take off the pants and the tiny lingerie. I carried the small intimate piece to my face and smelled it shamelessly in my eyes. I put it in my pants pocket and fingered my partner's vagina, which again became wet. I knelt down and kissed Estela who stood with her legs open, offering her sex to my delight. I sucked and kissed until she enjoyed it once more. When she was finished, I stood up, holding her by the shoulders since her legs were limp. I smiled at her and kissed her so that she could feel her taste in my mouth. Then I looked at her and said to her: -I'll keep this piece for myself, so you can be sure I'll come back to get another one as a gift. Days later, I got a call from her confirming if I would go with her to Juca's studio to have her tattooed; not only did I confirm as she said she would be very sad if she was left unattended. We went into the studio, and at the end of a few hours, Estela had a beautiful lotus flower tattooed on the back of her shoulder, down her back, and we left the studio very happy, looking like a couple of teenagers. While I was in the room waiting for her, I heard her call for me to meet her in the kitchen; and arriving there, I was surprised by the delightful sight of Estela naked, wearing only a sensual new lingerie. She looked at me, and after a smile, said in a languid voice: - This one I bought for your collection, did you like it? But the collection is not mine, it is ours!