🆒 Hi People!!! I crashed a bit... well, it's okay... I re-crashed!!!! for those who don't join me, I'll tell you that about a year or a little more ago I started with the Relatos de Gente Real, which are nothing but collections of things lived by whoever subscribes or known people who have shared their experiences with me, to which I decided to give them the form of short stories for everyone's delight on this beautiful web provider of satisfactions.
🆒 This (yes, this!) is the third delivery of my Relatos. I picked up some writings I had around and finished the continuation of Sole and Matías' story (see Relatos de Gente Real I).
🆒 On this occasion, the story is titled Vuelta en Llamas and takes place immediately after Soledad and Matías reencounter. Soledad must return home with her sexual appetite very high.
🆒 Well, I'll leave you with the story. I hope you enjoy it and recommend new readers to review my previous posts: Relatos de Gente Real I and II.
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BackfireSoledad still perceives in her eyes the remnants of that encounter with her ex. Casual meeting, by the way, and innocent. There were only a couple of mutual, indiscreet gazes. Visual recourses to forbidden parts. That's enough for it to have left her hot like an oven.
It's six o'clock in the evening; not much time before leaving. Six ten, six twelve. The clock isn't moving. She's a good employee after all. If she asks her boss to leave ten or fifteen minutes early, there won't be a problem. Decided to get what she wants, she heads towards the counter and with her best slut face on fire asks her boss for permission to leave, deliberately placing her breasts on the counter that separates them. The man tries not to do the obvious, but yes, he does. He looks at her prominent cleavage for a second and lets her go without asking any more questions.
Soledad changes and leaves the dirty local desperate. She wants to get home and have some privacy. Once a playful boyfriend gave her a rubber dildo, one of those that almost exactly replicates an enormous erect penis. Bad idea. Today, that boyfriend is gone. The dildo still provides service and doesn't complain or make strange demands.
Above the subway, Soledad travels. But she's not traveling on the subway; she's doing it mentally towards her ex Matías' bed, where they passed unforgettable nights of sex. She still remembers that hard and juicy penis entering and leaving her interior. She can still feel the smell of semen spilled on her face and breasts. She can also vibrate to the rhythm of the first time she decided to have anal sex with Matías, which they crowned with a simultaneous and intense orgasm, like never again has happened.
Innocent Soledad committed an error. She left the local dressed in the clothes that make her feel comfortable: a white legging that bursts with flesh and a black muscle one fitted to her body. A body that can be briefly described as phenomenal, especially her ass. All round. Firm. Standing. normal in her and many girls (fortunately) and it's not bad, on the contrary, it's something to appreciate that she offers her curves to the passersby in that way. But the subway at six and a half is complicated. Many people, mostly men. Much testosterone.
🆒 Sole travels with her lost sight, remembering. But she returns to reality suddenly. She feels something strange. Something pulls her out of that ideal sleep state. A man standing next to her has decided to boldly lean against her right hip. And slowly takes advantage of the train's movement to slide towards placing his package directly on Sole's tender buttocks. She opens her eyes wide, and for a moment thinks it must be an unfortunate involuntary episode caused by the large crowd traveling at that hour. Error. The man, clumsy, blinded by those sweaty pits and feigning a arm movement, deliberately brushes one of her breasts. Sole observes him. The guy looks away, pretending to be unaware. Error.
🆒 Soledad can't believe it. That there are guys who, even at this point in the millennium, still try to pull off these cheesy tricks to get away with manhandling her, something that inept person would never have achieved otherwise. But this time she decides to act. It would have been normal for her to launch a fulminating glance at that miserable guy or accidentally hit him with her elbow and express her disapproval. But this version of Sole is different. Even under the fatigue and heavy atmosphere of the subway, her libido remains high. The desire to be with Matías keeps her horny and sensitive to touches.
🆒 She patiently waits for the next stop on the subway, where everyone will adjust a bit. The train stops. A few more people get on. There she takes advantage, gives him a turn, and offers the man her two voluminous buttocks encased in that very tight leggings. With delicacy but firmness, she retreats until she feels the package of type in his Booty.
A privileged spectator seated a few centimeters from the scene observes with a sidelong glance as that ass ravages the package and absorbs it, making it disappear, neutralizing it. Solitude feels the hardened member right in the middle of her buttocks. The cricket sounds, the subway starts moving. Taking advantage of the train's movement, she moves slowly from back to front, very slowly.
The ecstatic man perceives the movement and remains motionless, gently pushing forward. His cock begins to fill with blood immediately and becomes erect. He still feels through his pants those round and soft cheeks resting on his lap. He can't help but look down and fix his gaze on them, shining, firm, hungry to be spanked. Almost unable to restrain himself from taking her by the waist and asserting his cock at the edge of explosion in that tremendous ass. To make matters worse, Soledad's animal and irresistible hair aroma and perfume mingle in a perfect fragrance. Liquids begin to flow from his penis and moisten his boxer. He imagines himself in a hotel, with Soledad lying on the bed, undressing her slowly, liberating her curves one by one, running the thong and seeing that closed and tight bum. Suddenly, he returns to reality. Some passengers began to notice the behavior of both. The type retreats a bit not to make it too obvious.
Soledad won't let this miserable guy escape so easily. She takes it one step further. She exaggerates her movement even more and bends her waist back. Her ass opens up into two devouring globes that imprison the type as if he were a wire. The type looks down and is completely overwhelmed by such a large amount of meat in front of him. The skinny guy barely supports this attack.
Soledad now moves laterally, like a cane dancer over the poor type. A woman watches them decisively indignant; another girl looks at them with ill will too; an older gentleman has been observing them for minutes, stalking them like a leopard to a deer. Never taking his eyes off them. Fixed.
🆒 The guy becomes aware of all this and feels ashamed. After all, surely it's him who's taking advantage of the situation, exploiting the poor girl for the rest of the passengers. So he decides to end the scene by turning right. Solitude continues to support her butt on the guy's leg. The subway train stops. People push and make room. Solitude turns around herself and looks at the poor guy's eyes, drenched in sweat. Without subtleties, she presses her firm breasts against the man's arm and corners him onto another passenger. He returns her gaze surprised by her domineering attitude. He can't move because there's no way to do so without making it obvious that his arm is stuck between her bouncing breasts. The nipples almost pierce through the muscular ones. They're like two more eyes accusing him. Finally, he backs off intimidated by those inquisitorial tits, and amidst curses and pushes from other passengers, manages to get out before the door closes again. Solitude watches him retreat like a cowardly rat, fleeing in panic.
🆒 As if nothing had happened, she settles next to another passenger, ready to continue her journey. She feels a gaze that penetrates her. That young man who saw everything from the front row looks at her fixedly. Solitude also looks at him, with her worst bad-mood expression. The young man smiles. Solitude returns the smile complicitly, slightly embarrassed. The young man, aware that this girl with that butt won't be able to travel peacefully ever again, gets up and offers her his seat. Soled thanks and accepts the invitation. The boy stands in front of her, with his package directly in front of her face. Faithful to an old habit of hers, Solitude analyzes him. He's not bad at all.
🆒 After all, you never know. The guy was so kind that... maybe he deserves a prize. I hope you enjoyed it. I want your opinions!!! Best regards and until next time.
It's six o'clock in the evening; not much time before leaving. Six ten, six twelve. The clock isn't moving. She's a good employee after all. If she asks her boss to leave ten or fifteen minutes early, there won't be a problem. Decided to get what she wants, she heads towards the counter and with her best slut face on fire asks her boss for permission to leave, deliberately placing her breasts on the counter that separates them. The man tries not to do the obvious, but yes, he does. He looks at her prominent cleavage for a second and lets her go without asking any more questions.
Soledad changes and leaves the dirty local desperate. She wants to get home and have some privacy. Once a playful boyfriend gave her a rubber dildo, one of those that almost exactly replicates an enormous erect penis. Bad idea. Today, that boyfriend is gone. The dildo still provides service and doesn't complain or make strange demands.
Above the subway, Soledad travels. But she's not traveling on the subway; she's doing it mentally towards her ex Matías' bed, where they passed unforgettable nights of sex. She still remembers that hard and juicy penis entering and leaving her interior. She can still feel the smell of semen spilled on her face and breasts. She can also vibrate to the rhythm of the first time she decided to have anal sex with Matías, which they crowned with a simultaneous and intense orgasm, like never again has happened.
Innocent Soledad committed an error. She left the local dressed in the clothes that make her feel comfortable: a white legging that bursts with flesh and a black muscle one fitted to her body. A body that can be briefly described as phenomenal, especially her ass. All round. Firm. Standing. normal in her and many girls (fortunately) and it's not bad, on the contrary, it's something to appreciate that she offers her curves to the passersby in that way. But the subway at six and a half is complicated. Many people, mostly men. Much testosterone.
🆒 Sole travels with her lost sight, remembering. But she returns to reality suddenly. She feels something strange. Something pulls her out of that ideal sleep state. A man standing next to her has decided to boldly lean against her right hip. And slowly takes advantage of the train's movement to slide towards placing his package directly on Sole's tender buttocks. She opens her eyes wide, and for a moment thinks it must be an unfortunate involuntary episode caused by the large crowd traveling at that hour. Error. The man, clumsy, blinded by those sweaty pits and feigning a arm movement, deliberately brushes one of her breasts. Sole observes him. The guy looks away, pretending to be unaware. Error.
🆒 Soledad can't believe it. That there are guys who, even at this point in the millennium, still try to pull off these cheesy tricks to get away with manhandling her, something that inept person would never have achieved otherwise. But this time she decides to act. It would have been normal for her to launch a fulminating glance at that miserable guy or accidentally hit him with her elbow and express her disapproval. But this version of Sole is different. Even under the fatigue and heavy atmosphere of the subway, her libido remains high. The desire to be with Matías keeps her horny and sensitive to touches.
🆒 She patiently waits for the next stop on the subway, where everyone will adjust a bit. The train stops. A few more people get on. There she takes advantage, gives him a turn, and offers the man her two voluminous buttocks encased in that very tight leggings. With delicacy but firmness, she retreats until she feels the package of type in his Booty.
A privileged spectator seated a few centimeters from the scene observes with a sidelong glance as that ass ravages the package and absorbs it, making it disappear, neutralizing it. Solitude feels the hardened member right in the middle of her buttocks. The cricket sounds, the subway starts moving. Taking advantage of the train's movement, she moves slowly from back to front, very slowly.
The ecstatic man perceives the movement and remains motionless, gently pushing forward. His cock begins to fill with blood immediately and becomes erect. He still feels through his pants those round and soft cheeks resting on his lap. He can't help but look down and fix his gaze on them, shining, firm, hungry to be spanked. Almost unable to restrain himself from taking her by the waist and asserting his cock at the edge of explosion in that tremendous ass. To make matters worse, Soledad's animal and irresistible hair aroma and perfume mingle in a perfect fragrance. Liquids begin to flow from his penis and moisten his boxer. He imagines himself in a hotel, with Soledad lying on the bed, undressing her slowly, liberating her curves one by one, running the thong and seeing that closed and tight bum. Suddenly, he returns to reality. Some passengers began to notice the behavior of both. The type retreats a bit not to make it too obvious.
Soledad won't let this miserable guy escape so easily. She takes it one step further. She exaggerates her movement even more and bends her waist back. Her ass opens up into two devouring globes that imprison the type as if he were a wire. The type looks down and is completely overwhelmed by such a large amount of meat in front of him. The skinny guy barely supports this attack.
Soledad now moves laterally, like a cane dancer over the poor type. A woman watches them decisively indignant; another girl looks at them with ill will too; an older gentleman has been observing them for minutes, stalking them like a leopard to a deer. Never taking his eyes off them. Fixed.
🆒 The guy becomes aware of all this and feels ashamed. After all, surely it's him who's taking advantage of the situation, exploiting the poor girl for the rest of the passengers. So he decides to end the scene by turning right. Solitude continues to support her butt on the guy's leg. The subway train stops. People push and make room. Solitude turns around herself and looks at the poor guy's eyes, drenched in sweat. Without subtleties, she presses her firm breasts against the man's arm and corners him onto another passenger. He returns her gaze surprised by her domineering attitude. He can't move because there's no way to do so without making it obvious that his arm is stuck between her bouncing breasts. The nipples almost pierce through the muscular ones. They're like two more eyes accusing him. Finally, he backs off intimidated by those inquisitorial tits, and amidst curses and pushes from other passengers, manages to get out before the door closes again. Solitude watches him retreat like a cowardly rat, fleeing in panic.
🆒 As if nothing had happened, she settles next to another passenger, ready to continue her journey. She feels a gaze that penetrates her. That young man who saw everything from the front row looks at her fixedly. Solitude also looks at him, with her worst bad-mood expression. The young man smiles. Solitude returns the smile complicitly, slightly embarrassed. The young man, aware that this girl with that butt won't be able to travel peacefully ever again, gets up and offers her his seat. Soled thanks and accepts the invitation. The boy stands in front of her, with his package directly in front of her face. Faithful to an old habit of hers, Solitude analyzes him. He's not bad at all.
🆒 After all, you never know. The guy was so kind that... maybe he deserves a prize. I hope you enjoyed it. I want your opinions!!! Best regards and until next time.
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