A Colorful New Story

A few years ago, when I was still married, I met a young woman who has always been very kind to me and her family. - I was the bookkeeper at that restaurant where she worked, and my wife at the time also used to eat there a lot, so I'd say she was nice to me and my family. Years went by, first I got divorced, then that client moved out, and that girl stopped working there. This client has moved again, recently opening a restaurant near my house. I've always followed you because you've always been a good customer. I walked in here a few days ago, as I always do, greeting everyone as they passed, and I noticed that I had a new face, but I didn't recognize it at the time. After I talked to the client and this new face came out, he turned to me, and he said, - Don't you recognize me? I was a little unfunny, but I said, - I'm familiar with the face, but you'll have to excuse me, I don't see where I know her from! My name is Joana, and I have worked in the Lord's Restaurant . . . since the very beginning! Then it dawned on me, and I remembered, telling him, that it had been so long, but yes now I was remembered. Then he asked how my wife and daughter were, where I said that the daughter was fine, now the wife was already, he was divorced, it was almost eight years. She said: Oh, that's too bad, and you haven't found another one yet? And I said no, so she grabs my arm and gives me two kisses, and she says, - You gotta get another one, man, you're still young! I said yes, and he walked out on me. This is what happened the first time we met. After the first time, every time I go to this client, she comes up to me, gives me two kisses, and asks if I've got another one, to which I say no. Here a few months ago, as I entered he turned to me, after giving me both kisses, and asked: - So, is this Sunday we're going to the Night? I looked at her with a look of amazement and told her that I was not old enough for these things, because on Monday, I had to get up early. I saw your sad face, but I didn't call. I talked to the client, handed over some papers, and you're out. The next week when I arrived a little early, she was sweeping the lobby, and we greeted each other, and she says, - You don't want to go out, Sunday night with me why? Am I that ugly? I didn't know what to say, but I told her that I don't usually go out at night, because I don't drink, and I don't like to dance, but if she wants to, we'll just make an appointment, and I gave her my phone number. When she saw what it was, she gave me two more kisses and said, - In the meantime, I'll talk to you another time. So I walked into the establishment, talked to the customer, and walked out. Weeks later I went back there, where once again, upon arrival I won two more kisses, but no more conversation. And so the weeks went by, until one day, in the middle of the week, the phone rang, I went to see, and it was, someone asking if he could call me, I said yes. And almost at the same time, I got a call. - It was Joana, asking if everything was okay with me, and if I still wanted to go out the next Sunday. To which I replied, yes, asking for the time and place. She said it would be in front of the restaurant, and after half past ten, and then if I would take her home, to which I said, yes, still asking where she wanted to go, if she had something planned. She replied that she would go with me wherever I took her, and at that she said good-bye and hung up. Well, I mean, isn't it? I was in a funk, but at the same time I didn't really know what to do, because I didn't have a car, I only had the factory van, which by the way was Frigorifica. The following Sunday, there I was all neatly arranged, perfumed and ready for anything to come. - It was 10:30 p.m., she left right away, walked to my car, came in, gave me two kisses and said, - Let's go, which is so my colleagues don't see who I'm going out with. That's what I did, I took off, straight to my city. On the way we were talking a lot of nonsense, until halfway I asked what she had in mind. She said, let's go see Rio, then we'll see what to do next. I did. When we reached the riverbank, I stopped the car in front of a bar, which was still open, and asked her if she wanted to go for a drink. She replied that no, for since she was there, she wanted to see and taste the smell of the river. At the same time, he was approaching me, and slowly, he was passing a hand, on my chest, and kissing my face, neck and finally my mouth. I was matching up on everything, because at the same time as she passed her hand over my chest, I was passing my hand over her tiny but very handy breasts, then we kissed on the tongue until we almost suffocated, so we stayed for a while. Until, letting go of me, and leaning against his door, he said: - It's like that, me too, I've been very lonely for a long time, and I want to get a boyfriend, and like you said, being alone, I thought, does he want me? Then, as I am too long without a companion, I did not make her wait, and drew her to me, saying to her: Joanna, do you really want to date me? She didn't make a fool of herself and kissed again, even more savagely. We kissed, we groped, we were both crazy. When things got crazy, we stopped and we talked for a while, until I decided to get out of that place and we went to a more secure place. So, since I had it all figured out, we decided to get out of the car and get some fresh air. The second phase was having Joana get in the back of the van, where I had some pillows and a mattress. She was a little embarrassed, but she came in, we took off our shoes, and we started kissing and making out, and our clothes came off, and a few seconds later we were completely naked, and that's when she grabbed my penis, which was already wet, and started licking it and sucking it and masturbating with her hand. I'd just be rubbing her wet vagina with my fingers, but it wasn't for long, because in the meantime we'd get into a 69, and we'd both lick and suck each other's wet sexes. When we thought the time had come, we would lie down in a shell, and that's how I buried myself completely inside that volcano, from which hot lava flowed. It was only for a short time, because she couldn't kiss me in that position, which is what she loves to do most, so I laid on my back and she stuck her chin in my wet penis, and started pushing it in and out and at the same time I was stroking her breasts and kissing her on the mouth. It was in that position that she mocked, moaning a lot and saying she was going to mock. I got through it without teasing this time. After her mockery, we kissed for a long time, but as I continued, with a great desire, she asked if I had not mocked, to which I replied: No, honey, I want to make fun of your little ass, okay? She laughed and said: - Of course I do, but you have such a big dick, you're gonna blow my ass off! And I embraced her, and kissed her, and said, - After a good lick in the hole, he goes in and you don't even notice him. We both laughed, and then she got right to it. - As I'm a bit of a rascal, while I was licking his little hole, I pulled a bottle of "Durex play" out of a pocket, and I rubbed his penis, leaving a good dose on his ring. Then he just leaned, pressed, and slowly, he went in, snatching some groans from Joanna, who swallowed him all the way to the testicles. After all buried, and always caressing her now on her breasts, now on her chin, it was just going, now entering, now leaving, and little by little it was my turn to begin to say that I was going to mock. It's just that Joanna, either because she was caressing him in his pussy, or because that's the way it is, as I started to feel the milk coming out of my penis, entering his ass, she started moaning and saying that she was coming too, and so it was, because I felt his juices on my fingers. So I filled her butt with milk, and she left my fingers full of her juices. I was still in that tight little ass for a little bit, but little by little we turned to each other, and we went back to kissing, and caressing, and we were like that for a long time. Finally, we clean ourselves as best we can, get dressed, and return to the front of the truck. Then we smoked a cigarette, talked some more, agreed not to tell anyone at the restaurant, and agreed to go out again next Sunday again, because we both had enjoyed this night... Except that customer gave her a stroke, closed the restaurant, and I never saw Joana again, nor did she call me. Just hanging around here, will you ever call me again? I don't know, but that was good, that was it!