A while back I went to a gym in San Telmo, from a known union. I usually see a maintenance employee who is very sexy. He's around 1.7 meters tall with green eyes, quite robust (I always get excited by robust men). On Saturday morning, since it was a long weekend, there were hardly anyone at the place. I crossed paths with him a couple of times while walking around the area. Actually, I was looking for him.
I talked to him a few times when we crossed paths. I didn't know how to make him realize that I liked seeing him like that, disheveled, masculine.
I had decided to leave, so I was waiting for the elevator when he stopped next to me. We got in the elevator and he said something I didn't understand. I turned around without thinking and got close to him. I looked at him and wondered if he had anything to do. He replied, without explaining, that no.
I touched a button on the elevator and took it to the machine room.
It was a primitive place with nothing but boilers, pipes, and maintenance things. At the back of the room there was an improvised kitchen with a table and two chairs.
He made me feel like an idiot and I felt like he was making fun of me.
He came closer and kissed me. His clothes smelled like chlorine and sweat. I started to get wet. He kissed me, then started touching my breasts, squeezing them hard. I leaned against the wall and let him finger me, under my pants, and started rubbing my vagina roughly. I was getting very excited so I bent down with the intention of sucking his cock. I got up from one shoulder without even letting him lower his zipper. He kept putting his fingers in me and I asked him to screw me. He came. I thought he was going to take off his pants. No, he turned around and left, leaving me there half-naked and very hot. Without saying anything.
I didn't know what to do. I felt so stupid that I fixed my clothes and went to the locker room to change. When I was about to leave the sports center, I saw him. I approached him and asked him what had happened and he said 'I don't screw around with whores.' And he left...
I talked to him a few times when we crossed paths. I didn't know how to make him realize that I liked seeing him like that, disheveled, masculine.
I had decided to leave, so I was waiting for the elevator when he stopped next to me. We got in the elevator and he said something I didn't understand. I turned around without thinking and got close to him. I looked at him and wondered if he had anything to do. He replied, without explaining, that no.
I touched a button on the elevator and took it to the machine room.
It was a primitive place with nothing but boilers, pipes, and maintenance things. At the back of the room there was an improvised kitchen with a table and two chairs.
He made me feel like an idiot and I felt like he was making fun of me.
He came closer and kissed me. His clothes smelled like chlorine and sweat. I started to get wet. He kissed me, then started touching my breasts, squeezing them hard. I leaned against the wall and let him finger me, under my pants, and started rubbing my vagina roughly. I was getting very excited so I bent down with the intention of sucking his cock. I got up from one shoulder without even letting him lower his zipper. He kept putting his fingers in me and I asked him to screw me. He came. I thought he was going to take off his pants. No, he turned around and left, leaving me there half-naked and very hot. Without saying anything.
I didn't know what to do. I felt so stupid that I fixed my clothes and went to the locker room to change. When I was about to leave the sports center, I saw him. I approached him and asked him what had happened and he said 'I don't screw around with whores.' And he left...
7 comentários - The day he left me so hot...
yo me anoto tambien para sacarte las ganas
igual imagino que en ese momento ya te las habras sacado
si no mandame un mensaje que vemos como combinamos
te mando un beso
en verdad, si.
Si fuese por mi estábamos hasta ahora en esa sala de máquinas dándonos masa...