Samira

I was a boy of 14, almost 15 years old, started my "professional life" back in the 70's working as an office-boy for a banking company.
I started in the trap and, being a good boy myself, went on for quite some time.
Until about a year later, she was hired as the receptionist. She's dark and tall - at least to me it looked like an enormous woman in her early twenties with long thin nose black eyes red hair very beautiful long legs unusually short uniform always well-groomed who started messing around first kisses near my mouth then on my own lips some little stamps He'd stop eating his lunch, start washing the dishes and cutlery. And he would always let his uniform skirt go way up high... I'd always end up seeing some of her lingerie and even glimpses of her panties... after our lunch, she was a total wanker!!!!!
Even when I went to the company's drinking fountain, which was in a not very practical corner of the company (In some sort of anteroom where there were male and female toilets, the women's bathroom would be closer to the door and then the men's one. The waterfountain stood exactly between them...), Samira? here's the name of hot -, it gave a way to always arrive before me (with my providential complicity ...) and was always in the middle of the road and I, of course, that he invented always go to the men's bathroom, there was Samira account squeeze myself between her and the wall, I always took too long to pass this stretch and always lay on him very nice, then just give an extended Providential toilet and touch my usual handjob!!!!
But you know what it's like, grandpa... time goes by and I grew up a little bit, then some more and started to realize where are the shrunken ones in my drinking trough? Where is that ass which always stood out at lunchtime? Nothing else but logic.
Until one time, in that drinking fountain, I was faster and caught her in the same position as before. Surprisingly stood up to her bundle, bravely armed myself (you have no idea how difficult it was!!!) and asked into her ear:
You don't call me anymore, do you?
She gave a nervous chuckle and replied:
- It's not funny anymore, I wish you never grew up...
Her slightly nervous reaction encouraged me.
- Pretend I'm still the same molecule. In fact, it will have the same effect.
And she's already taking her money out of the bank and giving another very nasty little smile:
- Now that could get dangerous...
And I plead:
What I feel is the same as what I felt, and that's not why I was doing anything stupid.
And I headed for the bathroom, leaving her with that malicious smile on her lips...
And we'd go on with our little games, and whenever there was no one around... We would play the dining-room tricks.
It's just that my promise not to do anything became a bit pointless, since the game was more open in the drinking fountain I no longer contented myself only with leaning over and quite timidly it is true I already tied her waistband. And one of those times when we were alone in the dining room I put my hand on her legs, left it there for a while as she continued to clean the dishes. I lifted up her skirt slightly and walked away admiring her with her little bundle almost completely exposed. She didn't make any movement so that her skirts would fall back into place.
But that agony was killing me, beyond the handshakes, I was becoming completely obsessed with this hot one. I didn't think I had a chance but it was tormenting me overseas and I needed to do something because even though I couldn't care less about continuing in my usual hands-on ways,
And then one of those days when we were in the kitchen, where I would start and end lunch always dusty, I shrugged her off after lifting up her uniform patch, tied her waist behind it and tried to kiss her on the mouth... It was terrible!!! Her reaction was very discouraging for me ... She simply closed her mouth tightly, became extremely red and then even turned her face around. I went so far as to apologize, left that lunch disappointed and couldn't even punch my dick because of the confusion.
The idea of not being able to continue with the game terrified me and I felt terribly guilty for my stupidity!!!
That very day, even though I had found her in our drinking fountain corridor, I did not have the courage to approach her and although I didn't feel any adverse reaction, I walked behind her without touching her...
The next day at lunchtime, she didn't seem to be angry or anything like that and unfortunately I couldn't risk any of our jokes either because Barbosa the guy who made coffee decided to talk with her almost all through lunch just about ten minutes before it was over he left and she even touched something in the sink and I could see a good chunk of his thighs She said to me:
- I'm going to drink water from the fountain.
And I was quick:
- Of course I will!
And we were on our way there, and she came in. She put her finger to the water bottle button... looked at me, smiled, winked and leaned over.
- Do you want a drink?
I kind of didn't get it, but the only time I saw her with open lips and closed eyes was when she gave me my first real kiss in a dream... which turned out to be much better than I had imagined.
I'll take you to my place.
And he laughed even more.
That day I didn't do the infamous daily hand job, just thought to save myself for my muse...
After the longest day I waited for her in front of the gate as if it was the most natural thing in the world and we left talking outside, only then did I realize that I had completely lost myself, didn't have a clue how to start my song and just followed Samira's path.
Until, almost without realizing it, we were in front of the house where she lived, so that was when she called me to come up and, logically I went up, arriving there, I sat on a couch and she asked me to wait for a while and left towards another room, I waited sitting down and looking like an idiot. Then my muse appeared with a bright red dress which showed very hollow panties. Yeah, she called me from a room I didn't know. It was the first time I'd been in her apê...), followed the voice and got to the kitchen, where my goddess had a plate with some fruit, called me nearby, stood up from the chair, put me into place, sat on my lap, gave me a strawberry (Or it was grape ... What do you know ... Don't remember ...) and as I placed it in my mouth she stuck her lips onto mine ... Melted !!!! My great sexual adventure began ...
And I gave her a kiss and started climbing up that dress and shoving my hands down her ass and sticking my fingers in her panties, and...
- Wait, she asked for...
I got completely lost and... stopped.
Then my muse walked away, pulled her hair in a bun and came towards me slowly... She approached calmly, asked to be quiet and started kissing me on the face, chin, nose, mouth, she kissed my shoulders, arm, gave me a light bite on the arm, stroked my dick slightly (It was for the first time!!!!), my butt and dragged me into the room by the arm ...
There she laid me on the bed, lay down beside me and kissed my mouth very wetly. She rubbed it all over me with her hard cock almost without any action when she started to unbuckle my belt and take off my trousers... When I was in my underwear and T-shirt...
Then she started kissing my chest, which made me crazy with a hard-on and went down slowly, kissed my bellybutton and began to kiss my panties, giving kisses on the still covered stick, suddenly took off my underwear, the stick jumped in front of her face, she gave me a little smile and said it was exactly what she imagined and started climbing making its way back until it reached my mouth again, then who I was going to act myself, lifted up his dress (actually a sweater) and started to kiss her breasts, was half hurried and she slipped into my ear one: ?Devagar... Slowly, if it doesn't hurt...? so I went slower and stopped quite a bit licking, sucking, gave little bites then started to suck again and switched from one breast to another. Then I began going down through my bellybutton where I also left off. kissing in a delicate and awkward way, until you start to hit the trail. The footprint...
I licked her and walked with my hands and fingers over the little bundle of hers, turned it on its back for a while admiring that whitish buttocks, those wide hips. Then I started to lick, kissed his butt, passed my tongue through the gutter and even with him behind me, reached out for his buttock, was the password so she would immediately get up in four and ask me to suck again, this way I could see much better I put my finger in her ass and she asked me to take it out. She said that cut off the hard-on, so again I just stared at the bottle...
Suddenly she turned around, spread her legs and called out to me:
Put it on now.
I rubbed the head of my stick in her crotch and kept pushing. Her pussy was clutching it really tightly, I started going back and forth with Samira screaming, growling and scratching me.
One of those times, she squeezed me really hard and held me tight at the bottom and blew... I didn't make fun, put her on all fours and pushed very slowly, that angle with its white ass turned towards me and his butt appearing made me even more horny, so I went back and forth quite fast, lubricated, molasses ...
We were lying next to each other and talking, when she told me that I owed her something and started kissing my face, mouth, breasts down into the still soft dick. She was kissing it... And then as soon as the cock gave a sign of life he put it in his mouth...
It was the end of the year, near Christmas and that year I had been gifted with a bottle of wine. After resting for some time we ended up drinking almost all this wine again started our courtship kissing it all over she didn't even call me when I fingered her ass took my chance to go further turn her on its backside licked his tail very much stuck my tongue deeply in her butt walked around rubbing my stick against her buttocks until she whispered "don't you?" It was a perfect fit, it left almost the whole dick out but her head was all up in her ass. Then I just pushed slowly until I got my entire dick into that butt... Her reaction even frightened me a little, she was screaming and moaning and grunting. She looked more wild than ever after going back and forth for quite some time with violence in her ass I had lots of fun right at the bottom
And I lived this romance almost my entire adolescence, she was from a city in the interior of São Paulo and came to the capital to study and work. Her apartment was paid for by her father but she had to attend college, so we even saw each other rarely, mostly during vacation time and seldom on weekends because sometimes she needed to visit her parents...
Unfortunately, that all came to an end one day. But I'll never forget one of the hottest women in my life...