Today I have a desire to see María again.
Each time I have a free moment, I take an escape to María's place just to see her. Behind remains the memory of unbridled sex, wild and animal-like, where we didn't have shame in doing the unimaginable. I remember we started like any common couple: kisses, caresses, bites, and some pinches on some erogenous zones.
And in María's fragile body... I could say without fear of being wrong... there were many.
Not to mention that her entire body was an erogenous zone itself.
If I caressed her neck and bit her ear, she would purr like a slutty one and rub against me. If I ran my nails along her back, her nipples seemed about to burst. Rigid and hard, like when some cold breeze passes through the chest of some lady without a bra. If I kissed her perfectly depilated and perfumed pussy, she would clench her fists against the sheets and roll her eyes, putting them blank. Not to mention when I opened those perfect legs in search of her clitoris and as if by magic, her lips would open like a rose, waiting for my wet tongue, ready to drink all her juices.
Mmmmmm... delicious vaginal juices that sometimes left me with mustache and which I savored with my tongue from time to time.
The same happened to me. I eagerly awaited the moment of having her on her knees, lowering my pants with my teeth and probing with her tongue through the boxer, searching for my cock, already hard and latent. It wasn't depilated. I didn't like it.
Nor did María. She always choked on some half-loose guy and started making gagging noises, to get rid of him. The best way to get a guy who's choking is to go back to the noble task of sucking cock, lubricating it each time with saliva. There are two things that can happen: he swallows directly or gets stuck around the head.
Three times a week we would meet at her apartment... To fuck like it was the last time. Why not at my house? It's simple, my ex-wife lives in the building next door and, ethically speaking, it wouldn't be good for her to see me coming in with a cutie, so she'd leave alone a couple of hours later if we had just gotten divorced two months prior. And the divorce came from excessive trust. On my part. Everything started when I met María on subway line A. We would travel together from Congreso to Plaza de Mayo, on the 07:30 train. Always in the third car, next to the door. We looked like dolls: the two of us, in black outfits, with our Ministry credentials hanging from the left lapel of our jacket. I first saw her three years ago, standing on the platform, serious, thoughtful and with a face like an ass. Good meat, firm butt and breasts at rest, no need for armed bra. Her curly hair barely passed her shoulders and while you could tell she was dyed, it was imperceptible. What an aroma she had that morning! She wasn't drenched in perfume, but it was subtle and intense. I peed on her left hand and noticed she didn't have a ring. Forty-year-old, single, divorced or separated, I thought. Very pale, I thought. Not because of the absence of the ring, but because of the face like an ass.This cute one needs a good screwing.-, my inner voice told me that I think everything knows.Because that asshole face denotes a lack of good sex.I answered with a nod when the bell rang. I confess that I turned red thinking about it... but it ended up convincing me. It lacked a good screwing. And I was the one who should give it to him, a servant.from the first week we coincided on the platformI greeted her by nodding my head and whispering –Mmm morningI opened the newspaper and sat about two meters away from her, leaning against the wall, pretending to read. At one point, she turned around and caught me just right, looking at me over the paper. Of course, I acted like a jerk, thank God the train came, we got on and kept pretending to read the newspaper. The news meant nothing to me, not even the price of canned tomatoes. I wanted to face her. I had to face her.
But I didn't know how.
We reached the end of the journey and she, in a hurry, disappeared into the crowd filling the escalator, heading for the surface. How did I lose sight of her! And I thought -It lit up- Hurried my pace dodging the pigeons, crossed Irigoyen and got into the Ministry. Just as I opened the office door, my boss yelled at me: -Perez, to my office... this is a mess!As I was used to the old man's farting noises, I hung my bag on the hook, filled the boiling coffee cup and shook my bald head, ready to listen to the same nonsense every day.You're going to the 4th floor right now and tell María, the doctor's secretary, to give you this month's statistics. The President wants to know where in the hell the economy of this country is at.Said María. Will it be my María, the distant one?. I left the cup on her desk, I was going to put on my jacket, but what better than to go like this, sloppy, in a shirt and tie, to the 4th floor to find out if that María was my María. The same one who had me paying at the escalator of the subway this morning. It was her. Definitely, it was her. Finally, we could look each other in the face and enjoy ourselves.Are you... not the one from the subway?-, I asked her. –And you... aren't you the one who's hiding behind the newspaper?- - -I know you don't answer a question with another... but... do you know something: I have what you're looking for... and it's not me... it's this crappy report your boss wants-. -A shame it's a pile of crap papers and not yours... do you know why?(I lost her)NoneBecause I don't use you and throw you away... I treat you like a queen... THE QUEENHe handed over the papers and in a moment of distraction, I think he brushed my hand. What for!!! The erection was instant. I ran out of his office and dove into mine, trembling and with my hands sweating uncontrollably. I threw the folder at the old guy and told him I was going to the bathroomwithout confessing that I was going to masturbate myself) and when I finished (I three times finished) I washed my hands, wiped the cock with toilet paper and went back to the office to call her on the phone.I'm leaving at 5:00 pm... Want to grab a coffee?-GiveI confess that by 4:30 PM all my work was doneIt's been so many years that I've been waiting to get doneI greeted everyone and left like the best. I waited on the ground floor and the guard, after answering a call, tells me: -Are you Mr. Perez, right?-Yes, I replied...is something wrong?- -Miss María says wait for me at the front bar on Balcarce street, at the last table in the back.-.OkI swear I crossed the street without lookingAnd at that hour, making you cost your life.I went into the bar La Bologna. I ordered a coffee, looked at the SMS on my cell phone, ate my nails, smoked four cigarettes in secret and suddenly she walked in. Majestic. Flashy. Terrible sexy girl. She was coming with her purse in hand and her shirt unbuttoned to the third button. Her pair of breasts were very noticeable and oh coincidence, her nipples were visible too. Everything was going well for me. -So you think I'm badly dressed, huh?- she said with a wink.Well then: I'm really badly screwed up. - How do you think it can be fixed?I didn't think about it: I stopped, searched for her mouth and tongues, as if they knew, they entwined on their own. We chatted for a good hour, and the coffee gave way to a couple of whiskies and we told each other our whole life until she says:Your place or mine?--If yours... if we go to mine, my jerk will kill us with a single shotNo blame. She had it more than clear. We walked out until the subway, already 7:00 pm and the wagon was empty. As soon as we sat down, she grabbed my hand and put it under her skirt. My God... what a beautiful pussy awaited me!!! We got off at Miserere, made two blocks and got into an old building with a smell of old and full of old people. We climbed three floors by stairs and entered his apartment. Dim lights, well-furnished, and a LED TV waiting for us to watch the Playboy transmission. I was crazy. This is not what I thought, I thought.Get comfortable, he says, I'm going to pee.I think it was two seconds since she entered the bathroom and came out wrapped in a short, transparent baby doll with red straps. She approached like cats do, slowly, calculating each step and got down on her knees. It was the first time in my life that someone had undone my pants with their mouth. And that wet and hot tongue, which was searching for my cock like crazy, found it. And she savored it to the bottom of her mouth. I let her do her thing without interrupting her.showing that he was more than pleased with his performance), and when I was about to cum, I grabbed her by the hair, made her stand up, and bit her tits. From there to the bed, it was all too fast. She opened her legs and for the first time, felt my throat choking on her juices. It had never happened to me before. Not even with my wife on our wedding night. I groaned when I bit her clitoris and groaned again when I penetrated her like a beast. She twisted between the silk sheets until she ended up on top of me. Now it was she who controlled the situation. And she rode me like the best Amazon. I don't know how many times we finished, because it was a blur. My cum and her juices mixed, dripping onto the sheet. We trembled together in the final orgasm. We hugged each other and fell asleep.
Sonó el celular: mi mujer.Can you know where you are, damn it?–SThe subway is left, the center is a mess, the buses come until my hands already, Roberto doesn't take away the car. As soon as I can get into a taxi I'll go homeThis is how the last three years of my life were. And of Maria's life. Always on Fridays, she would stay behind in a subway car. I left the apartment giving her a good slap on the neck. I suspected that I had few chances left to keep enjoying Maria. I had a long weekend ahead to think and reflect on those last three years of trap. I finally separated from my wife. She found out (Through the mouth of some fat companionIt's mine with Maria. I couldn't help but recognize that in the photos she threw at me on the kitchen table, the main characters were Maria and I. Irrefutable proof. Interminable crying, various curses, and threats to lose everything we had in common.
Since that day, I stopped seeing Maria as a casual lover.
I was on the verge of fifty years old, divorced, and without a dog that would bark at me.
But I still had the unforgettable memory of Maria.
That's why, since that day, I go by the Recoleta Cemetery once a week to cry uncontrollably over her grave.The tomb of Maria.
Each time I have a free moment, I take an escape to María's place just to see her. Behind remains the memory of unbridled sex, wild and animal-like, where we didn't have shame in doing the unimaginable. I remember we started like any common couple: kisses, caresses, bites, and some pinches on some erogenous zones.
And in María's fragile body... I could say without fear of being wrong... there were many.
Not to mention that her entire body was an erogenous zone itself.
If I caressed her neck and bit her ear, she would purr like a slutty one and rub against me. If I ran my nails along her back, her nipples seemed about to burst. Rigid and hard, like when some cold breeze passes through the chest of some lady without a bra. If I kissed her perfectly depilated and perfumed pussy, she would clench her fists against the sheets and roll her eyes, putting them blank. Not to mention when I opened those perfect legs in search of her clitoris and as if by magic, her lips would open like a rose, waiting for my wet tongue, ready to drink all her juices.
Mmmmmm... delicious vaginal juices that sometimes left me with mustache and which I savored with my tongue from time to time.
The same happened to me. I eagerly awaited the moment of having her on her knees, lowering my pants with my teeth and probing with her tongue through the boxer, searching for my cock, already hard and latent. It wasn't depilated. I didn't like it.
Nor did María. She always choked on some half-loose guy and started making gagging noises, to get rid of him. The best way to get a guy who's choking is to go back to the noble task of sucking cock, lubricating it each time with saliva. There are two things that can happen: he swallows directly or gets stuck around the head.
Three times a week we would meet at her apartment... To fuck like it was the last time. Why not at my house? It's simple, my ex-wife lives in the building next door and, ethically speaking, it wouldn't be good for her to see me coming in with a cutie, so she'd leave alone a couple of hours later if we had just gotten divorced two months prior. And the divorce came from excessive trust. On my part. Everything started when I met María on subway line A. We would travel together from Congreso to Plaza de Mayo, on the 07:30 train. Always in the third car, next to the door. We looked like dolls: the two of us, in black outfits, with our Ministry credentials hanging from the left lapel of our jacket. I first saw her three years ago, standing on the platform, serious, thoughtful and with a face like an ass. Good meat, firm butt and breasts at rest, no need for armed bra. Her curly hair barely passed her shoulders and while you could tell she was dyed, it was imperceptible. What an aroma she had that morning! She wasn't drenched in perfume, but it was subtle and intense. I peed on her left hand and noticed she didn't have a ring. Forty-year-old, single, divorced or separated, I thought. Very pale, I thought. Not because of the absence of the ring, but because of the face like an ass.This cute one needs a good screwing.-, my inner voice told me that I think everything knows.Because that asshole face denotes a lack of good sex.I answered with a nod when the bell rang. I confess that I turned red thinking about it... but it ended up convincing me. It lacked a good screwing. And I was the one who should give it to him, a servant.from the first week we coincided on the platformI greeted her by nodding my head and whispering –Mmm morningI opened the newspaper and sat about two meters away from her, leaning against the wall, pretending to read. At one point, she turned around and caught me just right, looking at me over the paper. Of course, I acted like a jerk, thank God the train came, we got on and kept pretending to read the newspaper. The news meant nothing to me, not even the price of canned tomatoes. I wanted to face her. I had to face her.
But I didn't know how.
We reached the end of the journey and she, in a hurry, disappeared into the crowd filling the escalator, heading for the surface. How did I lose sight of her! And I thought -It lit up- Hurried my pace dodging the pigeons, crossed Irigoyen and got into the Ministry. Just as I opened the office door, my boss yelled at me: -Perez, to my office... this is a mess!As I was used to the old man's farting noises, I hung my bag on the hook, filled the boiling coffee cup and shook my bald head, ready to listen to the same nonsense every day.You're going to the 4th floor right now and tell María, the doctor's secretary, to give you this month's statistics. The President wants to know where in the hell the economy of this country is at.Said María. Will it be my María, the distant one?. I left the cup on her desk, I was going to put on my jacket, but what better than to go like this, sloppy, in a shirt and tie, to the 4th floor to find out if that María was my María. The same one who had me paying at the escalator of the subway this morning. It was her. Definitely, it was her. Finally, we could look each other in the face and enjoy ourselves.Are you... not the one from the subway?-, I asked her. –And you... aren't you the one who's hiding behind the newspaper?- - -I know you don't answer a question with another... but... do you know something: I have what you're looking for... and it's not me... it's this crappy report your boss wants-. -A shame it's a pile of crap papers and not yours... do you know why?(I lost her)NoneBecause I don't use you and throw you away... I treat you like a queen... THE QUEENHe handed over the papers and in a moment of distraction, I think he brushed my hand. What for!!! The erection was instant. I ran out of his office and dove into mine, trembling and with my hands sweating uncontrollably. I threw the folder at the old guy and told him I was going to the bathroomwithout confessing that I was going to masturbate myself) and when I finished (I three times finished) I washed my hands, wiped the cock with toilet paper and went back to the office to call her on the phone.I'm leaving at 5:00 pm... Want to grab a coffee?-GiveI confess that by 4:30 PM all my work was doneIt's been so many years that I've been waiting to get doneI greeted everyone and left like the best. I waited on the ground floor and the guard, after answering a call, tells me: -Are you Mr. Perez, right?-Yes, I replied...is something wrong?- -Miss María says wait for me at the front bar on Balcarce street, at the last table in the back.-.OkI swear I crossed the street without lookingAnd at that hour, making you cost your life.I went into the bar La Bologna. I ordered a coffee, looked at the SMS on my cell phone, ate my nails, smoked four cigarettes in secret and suddenly she walked in. Majestic. Flashy. Terrible sexy girl. She was coming with her purse in hand and her shirt unbuttoned to the third button. Her pair of breasts were very noticeable and oh coincidence, her nipples were visible too. Everything was going well for me. -So you think I'm badly dressed, huh?- she said with a wink.Well then: I'm really badly screwed up. - How do you think it can be fixed?I didn't think about it: I stopped, searched for her mouth and tongues, as if they knew, they entwined on their own. We chatted for a good hour, and the coffee gave way to a couple of whiskies and we told each other our whole life until she says:Your place or mine?--If yours... if we go to mine, my jerk will kill us with a single shotNo blame. She had it more than clear. We walked out until the subway, already 7:00 pm and the wagon was empty. As soon as we sat down, she grabbed my hand and put it under her skirt. My God... what a beautiful pussy awaited me!!! We got off at Miserere, made two blocks and got into an old building with a smell of old and full of old people. We climbed three floors by stairs and entered his apartment. Dim lights, well-furnished, and a LED TV waiting for us to watch the Playboy transmission. I was crazy. This is not what I thought, I thought.Get comfortable, he says, I'm going to pee.I think it was two seconds since she entered the bathroom and came out wrapped in a short, transparent baby doll with red straps. She approached like cats do, slowly, calculating each step and got down on her knees. It was the first time in my life that someone had undone my pants with their mouth. And that wet and hot tongue, which was searching for my cock like crazy, found it. And she savored it to the bottom of her mouth. I let her do her thing without interrupting her.showing that he was more than pleased with his performance), and when I was about to cum, I grabbed her by the hair, made her stand up, and bit her tits. From there to the bed, it was all too fast. She opened her legs and for the first time, felt my throat choking on her juices. It had never happened to me before. Not even with my wife on our wedding night. I groaned when I bit her clitoris and groaned again when I penetrated her like a beast. She twisted between the silk sheets until she ended up on top of me. Now it was she who controlled the situation. And she rode me like the best Amazon. I don't know how many times we finished, because it was a blur. My cum and her juices mixed, dripping onto the sheet. We trembled together in the final orgasm. We hugged each other and fell asleep.
Sonó el celular: mi mujer.Can you know where you are, damn it?–SThe subway is left, the center is a mess, the buses come until my hands already, Roberto doesn't take away the car. As soon as I can get into a taxi I'll go homeThis is how the last three years of my life were. And of Maria's life. Always on Fridays, she would stay behind in a subway car. I left the apartment giving her a good slap on the neck. I suspected that I had few chances left to keep enjoying Maria. I had a long weekend ahead to think and reflect on those last three years of trap. I finally separated from my wife. She found out (Through the mouth of some fat companionIt's mine with Maria. I couldn't help but recognize that in the photos she threw at me on the kitchen table, the main characters were Maria and I. Irrefutable proof. Interminable crying, various curses, and threats to lose everything we had in common.
Since that day, I stopped seeing Maria as a casual lover.
I was on the verge of fifty years old, divorced, and without a dog that would bark at me.
But I still had the unforgettable memory of Maria.
That's why, since that day, I go by the Recoleta Cemetery once a week to cry uncontrollably over her grave.The tomb of Maria.
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no entiendo cómo me estaba perdiendo estos relatos !!!