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A few years ago, I moved to the neighborhood where I live now. It's a quiet little spot away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life between two larger neighbourhoods, which is exactly why I believe it ends up being forgotten as an escape route for this city's chaotic traffic and gives you the idea of some bucolic place in our interior state.
A few months went by without any contact with my neighbours, except for some sporadic greetings and a couple of glances at "interesting people". Otherwise the days ran loose and lazy. Only one thing left me curious: there was in the end of the street where I live, a small square recently redeveloped by City Hall that I used daily to warm up before my morning run, where I had always noticed a beautiful ground-floor house with ample underground parking but which oddly did not show accommodate a large family. Whenever I could, I would stand in front of it and admire the beauty of that building.
The leaky gates and the fence that protected it allowed a perfect view of its entrance, which was adorned with a very well-kept garden and was the only certainty that this residence had been occupied by someone.
I looked more carefully and realized that it was a beautiful woman with body outlined by generous curves, giving the signal of an extremely sensual "gordinha". She stood beside a rose bush pruning some dried branches and dressed sparingly in a red gown with small white balls, short with straps suggesting to protect a full but firm bust. Her blonde hair (natural!) were medium-cut and loose in the wind.
When she turned her back to check another garden plant I noticed the beautiful tattoo on top of his back. It was a lovely lotus flower drawn in shades of red and green, whose realism bordered on the impression that he could get out of this body. And at the same time she stooped down to pick up high denouncing an ass worthy of being photographed and saved for posterity!
At the same time, I was overcome with excitement as my penis throbbed violently inside my pants while my mouth salivated like Russian researcher Pavlov had suggested about induced conditioning.
Suddenly I was startled by the eyes of a woman who had suddenly turned to look at me with some suspicion. "What shall we do?" thought I, certain that any act in this moment could expose my sinful observation and draw upon itself the wrath of a women who might see in me an immediate threat.
With one hand I waved to her, opening a smile at first shy but sincere. And what was my surprise when this attitude of mine was reciprocated with an open and frank smile followed by a gentle wave of the hand and some human warmth.
She then approached the grill and said that she thought she knew me from somewhere, and had always noticed my morning walks in the square. I returned the comment by saying something rather stupid about how beautiful her house was and that I would always stand there to observe it (which wasn't a lie at all!). And as she spoke I got closer to the grille and could more clearly see what a delightfully exciting woman!
She introduced herself saying her name was Cristina, but that the friends called her Tina and asked my name which I answered immediately, extending a hand with care not to seem too bold. She extended hers and we could then greet each other without excesses. Touching in that hand the softness of his skin seemed to cause a small shock on mine, making my penis almost jump out of running shorts wanting to participate in the initial meeting.
We talked some trifles about home, plants and family. Then she asked me if I was married, to which I answered yes with a bit of stubbornness for not having the courage to lie about this "detail". She smiled at Mona Lisa's smile and said that she was also married but her husband because of work spent more time away than she wanted and sometimes felt lonely even though he used to go out shopping or eating lunch outside with his friends.
I listened to all this feeling that there was something in her words which caused me a certain excitement <unk> after all, these are too many statements for an innocent and casual first meeting! - while at the same time fearing that any of my boldest actions might be misinterpreted.
We talked for a few more moments, until I (not quite knowing why) said good-bye to her and told her that I had to continue with my exercise even though afterwards I would have to go to work. She looked at me with some description, and after a short interval of time she told me that she did not want me to be late any longer than it was necessary.
We said our good-byes, and I went on my way. And for the rest of that day I felt like an idiot thinking I should have extended this conversation until a more permissive approach had been found which would give me the opportunity to seduce her somehow. I've always had difficulty in establishing closer contact with beautiful women, and except for my wife (who is of a unique sensuality and beauty), I have never had the opportunity to taste anything like that blonde tattoo.
And that session of personal reprimand haunted me all week, and it was reinforced by the fact that after that day I didn't see Blondie again even though I kept stopping in front of her house wondering if she would somehow come out to say hello.
A few weeks went by, and although I continued on my usual course of stopping in front of that house to imagine the missed opportunity, it became part of my subconscious imagination. And so I moved forward with life setting aside any chance of ever seeing Blondie again and assuming there might be a climate between us.
However, and as I firmly believe in the theory that nothing happens by chance, one afternoon of a day when I had stopped going to work taking advantage of an unavailable leave not taken, I decided to go to the supermarket near my home to buy some "crap" which I loved having so I would forget about consuming (damn economic theory of consumerism!). And it was no total surprise for me that on entering a market corridor I came across Tina looking at some products in a gondola! That's too much! I felt like the luckiest guy in the world! Fate was giving me a second chance, and I had better not waste it!
She was simply beautiful, wearing a white dress with waistbands and handles that made her body more suggestive than the last time I had seen her in your house. Man! And what a body it was! A woman's delight, with volume and curves that leave any man out of control. Her face looked prettier than before, and as soon as she saw me opened up a wide inviting smile.
I walked towards her extending my hand to greet her, and was immediately startled by the action of Tina who taking my hand with hers lowered it and drew her face closer than mine offering her face for a kiss.
We continued talking as we walked along the market corridors, more attentive to our conversation than actually concerned about any particular commodity. And what was most curious of all was that from the moment we met Tina who had taken my hand she no longer flinched at a situation which I found delightfully suggestive.
After a few - but delicious - minutes, we were at the checkout counter doing our shopping while still engaging in pleasant conversation. We left the market with bags in hand and Tina asked me if I had come by car, to which I replied that no because it was only enough for a short walk. She smiled again saying she understood why I didn't use the automobile since I used to walk and run, taking this opportunity to praise my body as being fit (which flattered me).
I mentioned that I was going to say good-bye to Tina, but before I could do so she insisted on having me go with her who had come by car.
To my surprise, Tina simply dragged me into the parking lot and invited me to come in without ceremony. Although I wanted it so much, this seemed a little forced as an act of neighborly kindness.
So we left the parking lot for Tina's house, and I kept quiet about my home because all she had to do was drop me off in the square, which would have been more than enough. And it was a short drive but pleasant as long as her conversation was smooth and carefree. In fact, although I paid attention to what she said, my eyes were most attentive to that detailed stroll through that celestial body. Sitting in the car seat, her dress had risen a little higher denouncing rolled and firm thighs while the bust continued to stand out from the rest of the landscape provoking more than obscene thoughts; (it should be noted that even slightly chubby she was delightfully provocative, and I for my part have always cultivated desire for women with substance, rather lean curvilinear who besides all are incapable <unk> most times and without generalizations <unk> of cultivating a dialogue with more than two complete sentences!).
When I realized it, Tina had her car soaked in water at the entrance to his garage and was already turning on the remote control of the automatic gate. She looked at me - surprised and stunned - asking if I would have a cup of coffee with her. And then an alarm went off in my mind causing me to uncontrollably slam the door open for him as he left while saying that there were urgent things to do and who knows when we could get some more coffee together.
Tina grabbed my hand, and even though I was halfway out of the car... she pulled me toward her. She kissed me on the lips with a naughty smile... saying that she'd be waiting for this new opportunity.
I in turn got out of the car and shot towards my house without even looking back. I opened the door and sat down on the living room couch. I was so angry with myself that I wanted to stick my head against the wall until it bled! What a perfect idiot! In all my fifty years, never had such an attractive woman as this one give me such a big and brazen "mole"! And I - the perfect sucker for the hour - simply grabbed her dick and ran away like a frightened dog!
"What a mess!" I thought, as I spent the afternoon lying on my couch complaining about lost opportunity and thinking of Omar Kahyan's verses about missed chance. My bewilderment was so extensive that I thought I would never recover from it, also imagining that I could never have courage to look into those lovely blonde eyes without feeling an ounce of shame. What did she think of me? ...that I was a pussy, that she didn't turn me on because I probably am gay? - thoughts like this have been running through my mind all week long making me feel the stupidest of individuals.
I went on my usual walks, but avoiding passing through that square for fear of seeing Tina and feeling like digging a hole in the ground to hide inside it. I also thought that if anyone knew about my misfortune I would be the most ridiculed subject in the world, which is why I kept with me that unfortunate day that should never have happened.
It was a few weeks before I had the courage to start my walking tour of this square, and even when I resumed that route I avoided looking in the direction of Tina's house, imagining she would be there waiting for me, only to stare at me with contempt thinking what an asshole I had been.
And since nothing else happened, once again I deposited the memories of what had happened deep in my subconscious wishing that they would never come to light making me more bitter and unhappy.
Anyway, I handled these situations well being able to sublimate any uncomfortable situation by directing my energy towards other things that would give me pleasure <unk> although I don't know anything better than sex! - and what was my surprise when one of those nights I woke up with an absolutely out-of-control erection.
In the morning, I woke up feeling strange as if that hand job wasn't enough to satisfy my thirst.
One day, some time after my abscess crisis had healed, I was returning from walking along a wide avenue near our home that had an excellent level sidewalk for sports practice when I was surprised by the horn of a car.
She pulled up next to me and opened the side window of her car with a maddeningly welcoming smile. I leaned over to greet her, and she frankly asked why I hadn't come looking for her any more; she also said that she was sad because she felt it was her fault and needed to redeem herself from this embarrassing situation in which we found ourselves.
I told her that everything was fine and she shouldn't worry about it, because I just had "no time" (but still a lot of desire!). Tina looked at me with a look which seemed provocative and insinuating to me but given the previous circumstances I could not credit her one hundred percent certainty.
She then said that she would very much like me to come over and have coffee with her, and before I could even decline the invitation, she unbuttoned the top part of the jacket she was wearing showing off her shoulder.
Once again, I did not know what to do or think. It was very exciting for me and I could feel my limb pulsing underneath the trousers giving clear signals that this time I couldn't (and shouldn't) back off. I took a deep breath and without thinking about it asked her if she would be alone in the afternoon which she said yes with one hand stroking her bare shoulder.
With rapid breathing and a heart pounding, I accepted the invitation saying that she would soon be in her home but not before asking if it wouldn't cause any kind of trouble for her since her husband was away. And smiling maliciously, she replied that I was worth taking the risk to do so. She asked for my cell phone number and said that when everything is ready she will send me a torpedo.
I gave her the number, hesitating and thinking about the consequences of this insane act but on the other hand betting that she was also worth every risk!
We said our goodbyes, and I ran like a madman home; entered without ceremony, went to the bathroom <unk> already taking off my sweaty clothes on the way <unk> and practically threw myself under the shower letting water run through my body while looking for sponge and soap. Letting it flow through me almost as an energy-regenerating fluid, feeling my penis hard as stone and balls swollen with such excitement.
I looked for something to wear that didn't look exaggerated or too ridiculous <unk> although I thought what the importance of this was, since I did not intend to stay dressed for very long <unk> and after a quick phone call at work informing me that I would not be working because of an unbelievable story, I left home looking from then on to maintain some calm so as to savor that moment in the way it deserved.
I approached the house discreetly on the other side of the square's circular walkway and stood right in front of the gate, looking to both sides and being careful not to be noticed. The whole thing seemed sweet madness but there was no security for me; after all she lived close by and if anyone saw us together it would have been a calamity for us both.
My phone vibrated to tell me there was a new message. I looked at the screen and noticed that my ID had been hidden (whoa! how did I not think of this!). The message was short and direct: "You can come in, the side gate is partly open. Come as soon as I'm crazy about sex!"
I closed the gate behind me, and climbed up that little sloping curved ramp leading to the front door which was also open. I walked in and took care of slamming it down quickly without much fuss. And before she could even turn around I felt Tina press her body against mine implying that she was dressed only with her presence of mind. She wrapped her arms about me caressing my belly from inside our T-shirt and saying how madly horny she had been for me since our last (and frustrating) date.
My hands caressed hers and slowly turned my body to face her. We kissed so intensely that I thought she was going to tear out my tongue just as voraciously as she had received me. It seemed like this woman did not feel the taste of fruit for a long time and very much needed a male to calm her down.
And what was my surprise as I walked her hand over her body and realized that she was completely naked actually allowing me to appreciate by the tactile method all of this exuberance offered. However, Tina didn't want to wait much longer since her hard-only wasn't equal to mine with regard to time without sex (I think she had been in drought for a lot longer than me!).
By the time I realized it, she had already undressed me - something relatively easy since all I was wearing were shorts and a regatta shirt - and her hands played with my hard cock by massaging it and simulating a slow sweet hand job. The excitement was so great that when I got hold of those divine breasts I wasted no time in foreplay, thrusting one after another their stuffy nipples into my mouth and sucking them out with the vigor they deserved. Tina groaned throwing her head backwards and closing her eyes, rubbing herself on me and offering up her boobs as sacrifice to my insolent tongue.
We stayed like this for a while, until Tina seemed to come out of her trance and walked away from me looking greedy then she pulled my dick hard till we got on the couch where I immediately threw myself at her jumping over her pointing my penis towards her vagina which was so wet that it oversimplified penetration.
And as I went back and forth, thrusting my instrument into her vagina relentlessly with the vigour that woman deserved, Tina groaned and twitched underneath me making it clear she was in love with my male foray.
I thought how hot she was! Who wants a woman without substance? Who doesn't want a belly rubbing you nice and tight? Or thick thighs tying up your waistline? Big, soft breasts to be stroked and clenched? No, I wanted nothing more than a woman like Tina; she fulfilled me completely.
We stood there in a sexual encounter that didn't want to end and even when Tina enjoyed the first time, I told her it was just the beginning.
I got Tina to make fun of me several times until I stood up with my penis still erect and pulled her over onto the couch on all fours, tucking in my member till she felt my balls hitting against her big lips.
A few more orgasms that drove them both crazy, and I pulled out my penis which as incredible as it may seem was still hard and throbbing with no sign of weakening or ejaculating (this also surprised me very much!), and helping Tina lie down again on the couch, dipped my head into those delightful thighs delivering an oral sex I wished to be the most fantastic this woman had ever received in her entire life.
And what was my surprise when she lifted her face looking at me with a look of full happiness and said that this is the first time (!) Wow! I went crazy for those words, they touched me deeply since no woman had ever said such things to me.
I worked my tongue with diligence and dedication, producing moans and gestures that indicated the experience was being very rewarding for my partner. My hands ran along her inner thighs, and from time to time, my fingers would get as close to her big lips as possible opening them up so that my language functioned like a small penis in full penetration. Tina made fun of me several times and I could taste this sweet flavor of her bodily fluid which excited me even more. I sucked that vagina like it was some delicious ice cream and my tongue had a good time going through the big, little lips... sipping on her hard clitoris and kissing that mouth as she deserved to be kissed.
Tina held her nipples, playing with them and making them more stuffy. She would occasionally reach down into my hair to caress it tenderly as a token of appreciation for the pleasure I was giving her (and not just her but me too!).
I didn't really know why, but my impulse and desire remained on fire without any sign that they were about to "close business", which made me surprised and curious at the same time; I explain: I am no longer a young man of twenty or thirty years (actually I have fifty-five), and it had been some time since I felt as <unk>viril<unk> as in this moment. It was something wonderful! I did not know if he had any relationship with his partner or whether just being the first transaction outside marriage was already more than enough reason to justify the posture of an Italian junkie.
I realized that Tina was at the limit of her body's resistance to so much pleasure, even considering what she said about "dry" being old-fashioned, and I didn't know how to explain to her that I hadn't even started finishing my hardcore yet! We were sweating but it seemed like such a normal thing we ignored and took advantage to slip each other skin feeling an intense intimacy relationship.
My penis remained hard and erect, and Tina began to look at it with the same gluttonous gaze as before. Soon she was sucking him down vigorously. I could feel his gland reaching up her gullet, being deliciously squeezed out of there and then coming back in again, which caused me a huge indescribable feeling of pleasure. And Tina did this so skillfully that I wondered what her husband would be missing if he had never allowed her to practice on him.
All of a sudden, Tina stopped sucking my cock and looking at me languidly asked if I would have the courage to "eat her from behind"; My look of complete surprise betrayed me and I couldn't resist asking him whether his little hole was still virgin.
Like a lightning bolt, I got up and pulled her toward me by twisting her back so that she was facing away from me. And when I indicated my intention of putting her on all fours she turned to me and now smiling maliciously said that she wanted to do it in her room! "What madness!"
We walked down a side corridor that led to the master bedroom where an enormous king-size bed occupied much of the center portion of the dressing room. Tina ran up to it and squatting on all fours, displaying her ass made in heaven and designed to belong to the mortal who at this moment stood forth to deflower the small hole protected by that pair of firm buttocks and rollers. My penis throbbed as I delighted myself with that unforgettable sight which would forever be preserved in my memory and permeated into my soul.
I walked like the warrior who goes to fight right from victory and submission of defeat, getting close enough that my glans gently touched the "entrance" of Tina's anus which she had left exposed by repudiating her buttocks with her own hands and saying she wanted to be raved about by a real male.
It raised my temperature, making me sweat and on the verge of insanity. I held her hands to keep her buttocks away and tightened up "the wrestler" so he could do his job. The perspiration and bodily fluids that we had been secreting until then were very useful in helping my swollen gland deflower this asshole with a rather vigorous penetration, causing Tina to give mixed screams of pain and repressed lust.
And though I'd never done anything like that before, I shrugged my shoulders at his wailings begging me to stop for a moment or even back off and stepped forward resolutely pushing the punishment of my thick hard penis into tearing out this untouched and unguarded anus from my vigor.
And once the penetration was complete, I felt my balls brush against Tina's buttocks signalling that I needed to move, which I did without delay turning the torture first into delirium and then full ecstasy.
Tina said so many pleasant things to hear. She called me cute, sexy, macho, her macho! What a thing! Words that I always wanted to hear but no one had ever told me before. How ironic! At fifty-five years old, a delightful woman was calling me hot and cuddly! How could she?
All this madness took me to the heights and I shouted at her that she was going to have fun. "Enjoy my macho, ... enjoy my tasty one,... pour your fuck inside of me! It makes you a dirty dog!" And I had fun. Enjoying as never before. Strong continuous jets filled that cooking pot with semen until it clogged up from the edges. I mentioned taking off my penis which already gave clear signs of being completely defeated by quickly softening. But Tina rolled her buttocks saying that she wanted him to continue where he was, that she didn't want him to go away.
I removed my glowing mast from Tina's defeated anus and we both lay on the bed in a deep sleep.
Epilogue of the report
It took a while for my eyes to fully open and yet the view persisted in remaining blurred. Everything was somewhat hazy; I looked at the tent as my mind tried "to make sense"; it seemed that I had dreamed, ...and what a dream! How can a dream be so realistic?
However, the sharp muscular pains that ran throughout my body combined with the realization that this place was not home made me realize I hadn't been dreaming. It was all true! I had a spectacular sex with an amazing woman! Immediately I opened up a big smile and felt a taste of victory on my lips while looking for flashbacks to "the best moments".
I woke up realizing that I was alone, lying in the bed of some horn he'd never meet completely naked and tired and very happy but then I started wondering where Tina had been.
I looked carefully around and noticed a piece of paper on the pillow beside my bed. Picking it up, I read what was written there: It was a message from Tina saying that in the bathroom there is clean towel if I wanted to take a shower. 'What's wrong with this?' - thought I as I walked into the suite toilet, immediately going underneath the shower enjoying that comforting shower
I dried myself off and spent a few moments looking for something to wear when it occurred to me that my clothes must still be scattered all over the living room. With little choice, I walked towards her naked because it wouldn't have been polite to take the wet towel with me.
In the living room, my clothes were carefully folded onto a small sofa backrest. I dressed up even though it was not comfortable for me to walk around naked in other people's homes (!).
At that moment Tina appeared from the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hands and offered it to me, saying I needed "to recover my energy"; I thanked for this gesture and smiled until the last sip. Looking out the window, I realized that evening was already rising giving way so that night's cloak could come over us with its darkness which hides everything.
I told Tina that she had to leave. She hugged me, kissed me tenderly and then with a sweet, gentle look thanked me for the lovely afternoon I'd provided her, to which I replied that she didn't have any idea how grateful I felt not only for this wonderful evening but also for the opportunity of making her happy.
I walked out of the house and already on the sidewalk in the square, shyly looked back to see Tina waving at me discreetly from her window with one hand sending a kiss.
I went home thinking about how curious life was; I never thought it could happen to me, ... after all I was a normal guy without any special attraction and who always believed that nothing even resembling this would ever happen.
But on the other hand, I thought one thing that had really paid off was having given so much pleasure to a woman -- something which has always been my thinking -- even because I think this is what it's like for real men: leaving women satisfied and fulfilled whether they both love each other or just have an arranged meeting in heaven.
I still see Tina now and then, we've even taken a few walks together. And although I feel an enormous affection for her, I have never touched the subject again or offered myself to another "adventure". I think that what has to happen will happen one way or another because fate is always unexpected and sometimes providential!