As I've told you in other stories, I studied law. Today, I exercise as a raven and it's common to see me around the judicial zone of La Plata, sometimes alternating between Tribunals 8 and others times at Judicial Power 13. A lot of bogas area. Impossible to identify that every now and then I like eating a pibito... I'm very discreet. I live sexuality very inside out. The striking thing is that this time, it was the first time I felt attracted to a, let's say, veteran.
I was around 22 years old at the time. I was quite advanced in my law career and had an excellent relationship with a prof who had a law firm near Tribunals Avenue 13 and invited me to start learning about the subject. So very happily, I would walk around in a camiseta and gabardine pants every morning while studying late at night.
By year-end, a hyper-heat December in La Plata, they invited me, along with the rest of the firm, to a year-end toast from the lawyers' college. I went very happily with my study companions and some fellow students who were also part of the scene. We were very young, possibly the youngest at that party.
There was a lawyer, a secretary in Tribunals, let's call him Sebastián, who used to frequent the firm and whom I would often visit with case files, honoraries, etc., etc. In short, we knew each other from the environment. He was a 43-year-old guy, not very tall, 1.68m, thin but with a broad back. Always super elegant, with tailored suits, baggy pants and high-end shoes. He had style. Modern haircut, dark brown hair, always perfectly shaved and an enviable sun-kissed complexion.
At the toast, he couldn't be missing. He approached with a wine glass, always elegant and present, and greeted me and other fellow students from the faculty who knew him also from the environment. He praised our presence, salutations, etc., and left.
That night, I had a weird feeling. I felt like I wanted to eat that veteran who was almost twice my age, but I didn't know what vibe he was on.
Later, after a few drinks, I went up to greet him. We started chatting about nonsense, everyday things, vacation spots, wines, the university, studying, etc. He seemed a bit drunk too. And then he got really curious. Asking me where I lived, if I lived alone, if I had a girlfriend, why I didn't have one with that face, surely all the little ones would be mine, did I ever get any of my companions, how many, at home or theirs, and so on. He was getting hotter and hotter. I tried to answer some of his questions too. I knew he was single, had been with a cutie for about 5 years, much younger than him (30 years old), but they didn't live together because their relationship was very casual. Until Seba, after all those wine drinks, let loose and said:
-Don't you like dudes, huh?
-And if I do, what? -I replied.
His smile confirmed my suspicions. We had a pact.
I don't know what other nonsense came out, but we both knew what we needed to know. We kept chatting for a bit longer, then he went off to greet other colleagues. But before leaving, he said:
-Avise me when you leave, I'll take you home.
-Okay, joy -I replied.
The toast continued for a while. Around the hour, Seba sent me a WhatsApp saying he was leaving, asking if I wanted him to take me. I said yes, and he told me to wait at the corner while he got his car from the garage.
I did that. I waited and he came to pick me up. When we got in, he asked if I wanted to go straight home.
And I asked:
-And if not, where do you want to take me?
He noticed all the mice were moving because he pounced on me and ate my mouth. We stood there for a few seconds, then he let go, adjusted himself to drive, visibly hot, and said: -I'm going to unbutton your ass, guy. Brave. He put second gear and came out burning boobs. I had never felt so horny. I swear my Booty was wet. I looked at him and bit my lips. He looked at me with a face that seemed very hot and said, grabbing his package:
-It's been a while since I've been eyeing your ass, you're going to eat it all.
My adrenaline was pumping at a thousand. The guy was really turned on and that made the heat rise. There weren't many blocks left, and I put my hand over his package. It felt hard, hot, and with good size. I enjoyed the friction of my hand on his pants. My Booty was burning, I felt myself dilating without being touched. It was all very hot. When we arrived, he parked the car in the garage, we got out, decently walking up to the elevator, and then into his department, almost running. As we entered, he ate my mouth with a kiss while frantically touching my ass.
Seba was fully turned on, and I wasn't falling behind. We bumped against the wall, he squeezed my Booty, touched my package, and I did the same to him, until he exploded in heat. He threw me onto the couch, made me get into position 4, pulled down my pants very abruptly, almost ripping off my boxer shorts, stopped in front of my totally depilated Booty, and said:
-Now it's... ------------ Continue!
I was around 22 years old at the time. I was quite advanced in my law career and had an excellent relationship with a prof who had a law firm near Tribunals Avenue 13 and invited me to start learning about the subject. So very happily, I would walk around in a camiseta and gabardine pants every morning while studying late at night.
By year-end, a hyper-heat December in La Plata, they invited me, along with the rest of the firm, to a year-end toast from the lawyers' college. I went very happily with my study companions and some fellow students who were also part of the scene. We were very young, possibly the youngest at that party.
There was a lawyer, a secretary in Tribunals, let's call him Sebastián, who used to frequent the firm and whom I would often visit with case files, honoraries, etc., etc. In short, we knew each other from the environment. He was a 43-year-old guy, not very tall, 1.68m, thin but with a broad back. Always super elegant, with tailored suits, baggy pants and high-end shoes. He had style. Modern haircut, dark brown hair, always perfectly shaved and an enviable sun-kissed complexion.
At the toast, he couldn't be missing. He approached with a wine glass, always elegant and present, and greeted me and other fellow students from the faculty who knew him also from the environment. He praised our presence, salutations, etc., and left.
That night, I had a weird feeling. I felt like I wanted to eat that veteran who was almost twice my age, but I didn't know what vibe he was on.
Later, after a few drinks, I went up to greet him. We started chatting about nonsense, everyday things, vacation spots, wines, the university, studying, etc. He seemed a bit drunk too. And then he got really curious. Asking me where I lived, if I lived alone, if I had a girlfriend, why I didn't have one with that face, surely all the little ones would be mine, did I ever get any of my companions, how many, at home or theirs, and so on. He was getting hotter and hotter. I tried to answer some of his questions too. I knew he was single, had been with a cutie for about 5 years, much younger than him (30 years old), but they didn't live together because their relationship was very casual. Until Seba, after all those wine drinks, let loose and said:
-Don't you like dudes, huh?
-And if I do, what? -I replied.
His smile confirmed my suspicions. We had a pact.
I don't know what other nonsense came out, but we both knew what we needed to know. We kept chatting for a bit longer, then he went off to greet other colleagues. But before leaving, he said:
-Avise me when you leave, I'll take you home.
-Okay, joy -I replied.
The toast continued for a while. Around the hour, Seba sent me a WhatsApp saying he was leaving, asking if I wanted him to take me. I said yes, and he told me to wait at the corner while he got his car from the garage.
I did that. I waited and he came to pick me up. When we got in, he asked if I wanted to go straight home.
And I asked:
-And if not, where do you want to take me?
He noticed all the mice were moving because he pounced on me and ate my mouth. We stood there for a few seconds, then he let go, adjusted himself to drive, visibly hot, and said: -I'm going to unbutton your ass, guy. Brave. He put second gear and came out burning boobs. I had never felt so horny. I swear my Booty was wet. I looked at him and bit my lips. He looked at me with a face that seemed very hot and said, grabbing his package:
-It's been a while since I've been eyeing your ass, you're going to eat it all.
My adrenaline was pumping at a thousand. The guy was really turned on and that made the heat rise. There weren't many blocks left, and I put my hand over his package. It felt hard, hot, and with good size. I enjoyed the friction of my hand on his pants. My Booty was burning, I felt myself dilating without being touched. It was all very hot. When we arrived, he parked the car in the garage, we got out, decently walking up to the elevator, and then into his department, almost running. As we entered, he ate my mouth with a kiss while frantically touching my ass.
Seba was fully turned on, and I wasn't falling behind. We bumped against the wall, he squeezed my Booty, touched my package, and I did the same to him, until he exploded in heat. He threw me onto the couch, made me get into position 4, pulled down my pants very abruptly, almost ripping off my boxer shorts, stopped in front of my totally depilated Booty, and said:
-Now it's... ------------ Continue!
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