It wasn't my best night. I had broken up with my girlfriend a few days earlier, and the bed was starting to become that sentimental desert of hectares that I refused to traverse. For loneliness, the taxi is not the best company, at least not the desirable one. Strolling through the grey arteries of the city, reading that catalog of unhappiness that daily routine turns into, and maintaining dialogues with oneself, cannot be a good plan under any circumstances. This was, until then, just another night for the vitrine of forgetfulness.
...This was my best night in years. A few days earlier, I had reconnected with Mariela Rieznik, my partner from my early university years. Those were the years that set fire to my life. At that moment, Mariela took me by the hand and introduced me to the pleasures of the forbidden fruit, taught me to know myself, touch myself, look at myself, feel like a woman. She was also the one who encouraged me to try my first threesome. And not with her, but with her two Catalan cousins who had come on a study trip. I remember how she blew my mind. Insisting, preparing encounters. She did everything until she convinced me, serving these two guys who weren't so bad.
I don't complain; in fact, I still thank her for it. My relationship with her was always quite carnal.
We were like sisters, infinity times at the clubs we went to dance, people would ask us if we were. Some still think we are. We were inseparable. We used to dress alike, even cut our hair the same way, with bangs. I remember and laugh a lot, they knew us as the Cleopatras.
We loved playing with that, playing with fire, playing with guys. We were hot stuff. Taking over the looks of men was our only goal.
Once we came out happy, having left Margarita half-drunk, and we were peeing. We entered one of those... avenue Cabildo service, which has little bars habituated to solo nocturnal wanderers and truck drivers.
We asked the one attending if we could use the bathroom. He looked us up and down, first with a face of disgust, which gradually changed when he finished examining us, turning into a lustful face. We were beautiful, strong, and besides our haircuts, we wore rock-style dresses and stockings, very slutty, with belt buckles crossed over our prominent booties, which, caressed by the lycra, remained exposed like delicacies.
We knew we liked it and took advantage of that.
... ...
I was driving with the car, almost absent-mindedly, towards hours.
If someone had stopped me to take the car, I didn't register it.
I was driving, and my head wandered between the pain of Patricia's betrayal and the regret of never having let myself cheat on her.
Because up here, in the taxi, stories and opportunities present themselves one after another. More so at night. Imagine, fifteen years ago, I started driving a truck, always nocturnal.
I don't complain because, deep down, the taxi gives me freedom. Also chances, which in my case, some make me feel like the king of jerks for not having taken them.
Bah! Some take advantage...
Like that time when a couple gets in and asks me to take them to a place in Belgrano.
They would be thirty-something, forty-something, I would be around twenty-five, just starting out with the car.
When we arrived at the indicated location, the guy pays me and tells me to come back for him at around 4 am, and that he'll pay for the trip reservation.
I said yes, that I'd be there. It was almost one o'clock, so I went to eat something and spent some time waiting.
I didn't have many reasons to work.
I went to the waterfront, parked, lit a cigarette, and listened to Strange Day by The Doors until it was time to go pick them up.
I arrived ten minutes early. I waited.
They came out of the bar punctually, made signs with my lights, and they got in.
They got in To the car. They were happy, laughing. -Take us home to Callao at 1200-. -Okay.- and I started the engine. The guy was looking at me through the rearview mirror. While he was putting his hand under the skirt of the woman, who was laughing and saying: -Get out of here, don't insist- between laughter and opening her legs wider. She was also looking at me. I couldn't help but look either. I had gotten excited by the situation, it had started to get hard for me. The guy pulled down his pants, and left in front of me an adorable shaved flower totally soaked, oozing with so much stimulation. I stayed hard, and they realized we were arriving. The guy indicates: -Let us off at that brown door-. I stopped in front of it. I parked the car and turned off the clock which marked a little more than 100 pesos. -Give me 100, okay- I said. I was already feeling well paid by the show. She wasn't pretty, but had some impregnating, suggestive black eyes, and a waist! There were a few seconds of silence. The guy looked at me again through the mirror. He unbuttoned his wife's shirt in front of my open eyes, asking: -Do you like it?- The question made me turn around. When I turned back, I found myself facing two divine breasts, pink and loose, which were opening up before my eyes with the freshness of silence. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her breasts. -And do you like my wife?- the question sounded again. -You'd be blind if I said no, she's beautiful- I answered, already looking at him. She started to masturbate in front of me, looking at me, agitating her breathing slowly. For a moment I worried when I was already hot and it slipped out: How did you put her together, girl! Something for guys... Instantly I looked at the guy, who burst out laughing and came closer, asking if I wanted to win 500 pesos. I was stunned. Five hundred pesos was money, and right in front of me there was a woman who was hot and masturbating in this situation. You could see my face of amazement, and he hurried to explain: -You don't have to do anything, no, you just have to do a ...- Alone thing...- The sentence remained ringing.- What do I have to do?-', I asked almost doubting.- Tell me one thing, does she like you or not?- he asked half-drunk.
I looked at her again and that 30-year-old woman who I had left at the bar with her husband, had now become, thanks to the magic of enchantment, a terribly desirable woman, who had been keeping me since they started playing this game with the hard-on. It already hurt me to have her locked up...And the guy was asking if I liked it!!
I touched her and told her, looking at her, that I loved it.- Perfect!- he intervened - Then deal done?- - Yes, but they still hadn't told me what I had to do- - Simple- he said – Get out of here once with the cock you should have like me, and jerk off. Jerk off for my wife, who was the one who made it hard. Show her how hot you get but don't touch her. Masturbate, give!-
And looking at her: - And look, my love, how you put it on the dude, it's huge, it's bursting, what do you think, what do you want from that?-
-Papi, I want you to finish me off, offer me your elixir, make yourself come because you can't hold back anymore wanting to screw me. I want it now, because I'm the most slut and deserve to be tributed with the juice of your heat- all this said between luxurious moans.
When the cutie finished saying that, she ended up on all sides, splashing the upholstery and the gearshift.- Automatically, the guy gave me the 500 pesos and patted me.
The woman buttoned her shirt, approaching the door to go down.- Bye, sweetie- was the last thing I heard from her. The guy also bid farewell and we got out of the taxi.
We lost sight of each other behind the heavy door at Callao 1200.
I never told Patricia about this incident, although I carried a terrible sense of guilt for several months, beyond the fact that I hadn't technically cheated on her.
...That night at the dirty bar was unforgettable. We really put on a show.
The bartender guy, beyond his face-masturbator, didn't want to let us use the bathroom. We begged Making ourselves cute a bit, but it didn't let up. The youngest of the guys sitting there, alone, taking a coffee, saw the situation. -Come on Galician, let the girls use the bathroom- -Hey sir, listen to him and leave us be, be good to us.- There was no case. Then the guy at the table looked at this Galician and said: -Bring me...- He looked at us -What do you want to drink girls? I'll invite you. If they consume, they're clients and can use the bathroom.- he said, expressing himself with complicity We started laughing, provocative, playing in a place of guys, making ourselves crazy. Mariela looked at him and asked if we could have two whiskeys. -Whatever you want- he said We sat down at his table. Mariela looked at the barman and her sister-in-law asked: -Galleguito, bring us two whiskeys with ice and the bathroom keys, quickly, please - and we started laughing like crazy, in front of the guy who served our drinks with bad attitude and threw the key on the table disrespectfully. We made a mess, and went to the bathroom together, pissing ourselves from laughter, and thanking the boy who had invited us. The laughter continued in the bathroom. Drunk, we decided to leave and warm up everyone. There would be six of us in total. We didn't care about anything. We felt bad, loved hystericalizing, although not always, because we liked picking up guys that made us feel good. But like I said, never together! Until that night, peeing in that bar, we gave each other a kiss on the mouth. I liked it. We were hot, delirious, telling ourselves we had to do something to thank the guy who had been so nice to us. We didn't decide to take him. We didn't dare, but we proposed turning that awful place into a frenzy for a few minutes. We left and saw the phonograph. At the table, our occasional host already asked for another round. I sat down. Meanwhile, Mariela pulled out a coin from nowhere and put on Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue. Crue.
The sound of the motorcycles that started the theme woke everyone up.
Mariela approached the table. She took a shot of whiskey. She handed me her hand, inviting me to dance.
-Come on, Adriana, let's be grateful...-
I looked at her. I also took a shot of whiskey, and we started dancing.
We unleashed a set of unanticipated sensuality, our own. We gave each other kisses like never before, touching in front of those guys who held their heads with their elbow on the table.
Smiles began to appear on their faces.
For moments, we thought we were putting on a Moulin Rouge show, and it was brutally fun.
When the theme ended, we stopped dancing.
After a silence, the place erupted into applause with genuine enthusiasm.
We saluted them by showing our butt and kissing the mouth of the guy who invited us to take shots. He was a nice skinny guy.
When we left, already on the street, we wondered why he wasn't the first man we would share. And we went out onto the street with that doubt in our heads.
...
Counting among the good things about this job, that night at Cabildo stop also came to mind.
Those two punk girls who danced sensually, warming everyone up. Divine, extremely funny. I always wanted to run into them again! They were so crazy that I never forgot them. That was another time when technically I wasn't unfaithful to Patricia, but the feeling of guilt prevented me from enjoying it as much as I deserved.
I know if I had gone with the flow, I would have taken both of them away.
It seems like I can still feel their kisses, I imagine them moving those beautiful booties and my cock gets hard thinking about it. I'm a jerk!
I didn't live for being faithful to a cutie who now leaves me for someone else.
Sometimes I think that if instead of Patricia, I had hooked up with one of those two beauties who filled me with joy that night, I would be happy today.
...
-Adriana Vilches?!-
-Mariela Rieznik?!-
-Yes, yes, yes!
-Ahhhhh!
We melted into a endless hug. We couldn't let go of each other. It was like turning back time ten years ago. We felt like time had never passed. Mariela, as always, surprised me by kissing me on the mouth. I didn't resist. Although I was surprised. I looked at her well, and she was still beautiful as always. We had already caught up via mail, with all the gossip, about how she had separated from a stupid guy and was tired of the quiet world she was in. She was a manager at a cable company where she had met the stupid guy (as she calls her ex) and had done nothing but be unhappy for all this time. -Let's get drunk, Adriana, let's feel like Cleopatras again, take out all the snakes we can from their slip baskets.- Our laughter multiplied. We entered a bar that seemed like a trap. We drank, sitting in those corner seats with low tables. We drank a lot. We started to loosen up. We looked at each other for an instant and left with our smiles drawn on our faces. I felt very happy, like I hadn't been in years. I saw her eyes and all our stories projected in front of me. We were terrible flirtatious girls. But we had never slept together... I think our gazes spoke, and it was Mariela, as always, who took the first step. She told me I was beautiful and ate my mouth up. She hugged me. I relaxed and hugged her back with force. We kissed deeper. I got excited and this time wanted to be the bold one between us. Without stopping kissing her, I touched her breasts, which rose and fell with the agitation of her breathing. Mariela always had big breasts. They were still firm like they used to be. Her soft skin always generated excitement in me. She pressed herself against me and took advantage of it to lower my hands to her thighs. She looked at me with fire in her eyes, close up. -You're making me very hot, Adri, and you know we're dangerous together- -I know, and I think it's time for us not to stop and pay ourselves back for what we've been owing each other for a long time. Let's be the ones we used to be tonight. We who are ourselves. Let's ravage each other again. Let's be the most provocative ones once more. Let's make them desire us as we always did! Let them beg to fuck us. Let's be the empresses, the Cleopatras, let's go out and take what we want, give ourselves the pleasure of being the most sluts, but together. Let's find someone to enjoy us. Let's get a guy like never before. Let's see ourselves share, share ourselves, and drunk with laughter, while we suck each other off one cock. Let's make everyone hot! You taught me how to be happy, to know my body, to enjoy touching myself, even how to enjoy sucking a cock! But we never did it together...
I don't know what was happening, I couldn't stop talking.
I realized, in me had slept the true desire of the flesh all this time. The sight of Mariela again unleashed that madness.
We kept kissing, getting hotter. Already at the place some started to notice our behavior: - Look, Adri, that guy over there, he's already touching himself... we're still the hottest ones! – The laughter was so loud that nobody stopped looking at us anymore.
Mariela went to the bathroom and said:
-I'm coming back, are you in?-
I answered yes.
Before leaving, she grabbed my chin and brought her wet lips close to mine. She kissed me again.
-I don't see the time until I see you with a cumshot in that slut's mouth- and she left.
I sat down, feeling observed, I was excited, couldn't deny it.
The bartender wasn't taking his eyes off me.
I decided to please him. I leaned over the table, as if looking for something, and showed him my bum, exposing my thong since I had lifted my skirt.
Just then, Mariela returned. She saw my move.
The girl came closer, pulled down my skirt completely, and exposed my entire ass to the air.
Looking at the bartender, she said: -I think what you're seeing is already payment for what we've taken, isn't it?-
He stuttered several times before he could say yes.
I put my skirt back up and we left the place between catcalls and declarations of love. In the corner, after recovering from laughter after so many laughs, we hugged tightly. We leaned on each other tenderly. A block away, we see a taxi coming. -And are we looking for a third to fulfill the debts we owe, student?-' she said, acting like Professor Mariela. Meanwhile, I stopped the taxi. -What if we give it to the driver?- almost came out without thinking. The car stopped. We got in, between mischievous smiles. The conductor looked at us as if he knew us. A smile was drawing on his face, illuminating his face like when good memories come back. -Hi girls, long time…-' The two of us looked at each other without understanding. He stayed there. -Don't mind me, I mixed them up with some old friends... Where am I taking you?-' Mariela gave me an elbow nudge and a head nod. It was the chosen one, who would have both of us that night. To me, the guy's face seemed familiar. We looked at each other three times, and we laughed like fools. -Let's go wherever you want, sweetie, you just won the bingo and we're the prize.- The laughter turned into hyena voices. It was impossible not to laugh, the proposal had sounded so cheesy that it seemed like a soap opera from the afternoon...
...This was my best night in years. A few days earlier, I had reconnected with Mariela Rieznik, my partner from my early university years. Those were the years that set fire to my life. At that moment, Mariela took me by the hand and introduced me to the pleasures of the forbidden fruit, taught me to know myself, touch myself, look at myself, feel like a woman. She was also the one who encouraged me to try my first threesome. And not with her, but with her two Catalan cousins who had come on a study trip. I remember how she blew my mind. Insisting, preparing encounters. She did everything until she convinced me, serving these two guys who weren't so bad.
I don't complain; in fact, I still thank her for it. My relationship with her was always quite carnal.
We were like sisters, infinity times at the clubs we went to dance, people would ask us if we were. Some still think we are. We were inseparable. We used to dress alike, even cut our hair the same way, with bangs. I remember and laugh a lot, they knew us as the Cleopatras.
We loved playing with that, playing with fire, playing with guys. We were hot stuff. Taking over the looks of men was our only goal.
Once we came out happy, having left Margarita half-drunk, and we were peeing. We entered one of those... avenue Cabildo service, which has little bars habituated to solo nocturnal wanderers and truck drivers.
We asked the one attending if we could use the bathroom. He looked us up and down, first with a face of disgust, which gradually changed when he finished examining us, turning into a lustful face. We were beautiful, strong, and besides our haircuts, we wore rock-style dresses and stockings, very slutty, with belt buckles crossed over our prominent booties, which, caressed by the lycra, remained exposed like delicacies.
We knew we liked it and took advantage of that.
... ...
I was driving with the car, almost absent-mindedly, towards hours.
If someone had stopped me to take the car, I didn't register it.
I was driving, and my head wandered between the pain of Patricia's betrayal and the regret of never having let myself cheat on her.
Because up here, in the taxi, stories and opportunities present themselves one after another. More so at night. Imagine, fifteen years ago, I started driving a truck, always nocturnal.
I don't complain because, deep down, the taxi gives me freedom. Also chances, which in my case, some make me feel like the king of jerks for not having taken them.
Bah! Some take advantage...
Like that time when a couple gets in and asks me to take them to a place in Belgrano.
They would be thirty-something, forty-something, I would be around twenty-five, just starting out with the car.
When we arrived at the indicated location, the guy pays me and tells me to come back for him at around 4 am, and that he'll pay for the trip reservation.
I said yes, that I'd be there. It was almost one o'clock, so I went to eat something and spent some time waiting.
I didn't have many reasons to work.
I went to the waterfront, parked, lit a cigarette, and listened to Strange Day by The Doors until it was time to go pick them up.
I arrived ten minutes early. I waited.
They came out of the bar punctually, made signs with my lights, and they got in.
They got in To the car. They were happy, laughing. -Take us home to Callao at 1200-. -Okay.- and I started the engine. The guy was looking at me through the rearview mirror. While he was putting his hand under the skirt of the woman, who was laughing and saying: -Get out of here, don't insist- between laughter and opening her legs wider. She was also looking at me. I couldn't help but look either. I had gotten excited by the situation, it had started to get hard for me. The guy pulled down his pants, and left in front of me an adorable shaved flower totally soaked, oozing with so much stimulation. I stayed hard, and they realized we were arriving. The guy indicates: -Let us off at that brown door-. I stopped in front of it. I parked the car and turned off the clock which marked a little more than 100 pesos. -Give me 100, okay- I said. I was already feeling well paid by the show. She wasn't pretty, but had some impregnating, suggestive black eyes, and a waist! There were a few seconds of silence. The guy looked at me again through the mirror. He unbuttoned his wife's shirt in front of my open eyes, asking: -Do you like it?- The question made me turn around. When I turned back, I found myself facing two divine breasts, pink and loose, which were opening up before my eyes with the freshness of silence. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her breasts. -And do you like my wife?- the question sounded again. -You'd be blind if I said no, she's beautiful- I answered, already looking at him. She started to masturbate in front of me, looking at me, agitating her breathing slowly. For a moment I worried when I was already hot and it slipped out: How did you put her together, girl! Something for guys... Instantly I looked at the guy, who burst out laughing and came closer, asking if I wanted to win 500 pesos. I was stunned. Five hundred pesos was money, and right in front of me there was a woman who was hot and masturbating in this situation. You could see my face of amazement, and he hurried to explain: -You don't have to do anything, no, you just have to do a ...- Alone thing...- The sentence remained ringing.- What do I have to do?-', I asked almost doubting.- Tell me one thing, does she like you or not?- he asked half-drunk.
I looked at her again and that 30-year-old woman who I had left at the bar with her husband, had now become, thanks to the magic of enchantment, a terribly desirable woman, who had been keeping me since they started playing this game with the hard-on. It already hurt me to have her locked up...And the guy was asking if I liked it!!
I touched her and told her, looking at her, that I loved it.- Perfect!- he intervened - Then deal done?- - Yes, but they still hadn't told me what I had to do- - Simple- he said – Get out of here once with the cock you should have like me, and jerk off. Jerk off for my wife, who was the one who made it hard. Show her how hot you get but don't touch her. Masturbate, give!-
And looking at her: - And look, my love, how you put it on the dude, it's huge, it's bursting, what do you think, what do you want from that?-
-Papi, I want you to finish me off, offer me your elixir, make yourself come because you can't hold back anymore wanting to screw me. I want it now, because I'm the most slut and deserve to be tributed with the juice of your heat- all this said between luxurious moans.
When the cutie finished saying that, she ended up on all sides, splashing the upholstery and the gearshift.- Automatically, the guy gave me the 500 pesos and patted me.
The woman buttoned her shirt, approaching the door to go down.- Bye, sweetie- was the last thing I heard from her. The guy also bid farewell and we got out of the taxi.
We lost sight of each other behind the heavy door at Callao 1200.
I never told Patricia about this incident, although I carried a terrible sense of guilt for several months, beyond the fact that I hadn't technically cheated on her.
...That night at the dirty bar was unforgettable. We really put on a show.
The bartender guy, beyond his face-masturbator, didn't want to let us use the bathroom. We begged Making ourselves cute a bit, but it didn't let up. The youngest of the guys sitting there, alone, taking a coffee, saw the situation. -Come on Galician, let the girls use the bathroom- -Hey sir, listen to him and leave us be, be good to us.- There was no case. Then the guy at the table looked at this Galician and said: -Bring me...- He looked at us -What do you want to drink girls? I'll invite you. If they consume, they're clients and can use the bathroom.- he said, expressing himself with complicity We started laughing, provocative, playing in a place of guys, making ourselves crazy. Mariela looked at him and asked if we could have two whiskeys. -Whatever you want- he said We sat down at his table. Mariela looked at the barman and her sister-in-law asked: -Galleguito, bring us two whiskeys with ice and the bathroom keys, quickly, please - and we started laughing like crazy, in front of the guy who served our drinks with bad attitude and threw the key on the table disrespectfully. We made a mess, and went to the bathroom together, pissing ourselves from laughter, and thanking the boy who had invited us. The laughter continued in the bathroom. Drunk, we decided to leave and warm up everyone. There would be six of us in total. We didn't care about anything. We felt bad, loved hystericalizing, although not always, because we liked picking up guys that made us feel good. But like I said, never together! Until that night, peeing in that bar, we gave each other a kiss on the mouth. I liked it. We were hot, delirious, telling ourselves we had to do something to thank the guy who had been so nice to us. We didn't decide to take him. We didn't dare, but we proposed turning that awful place into a frenzy for a few minutes. We left and saw the phonograph. At the table, our occasional host already asked for another round. I sat down. Meanwhile, Mariela pulled out a coin from nowhere and put on Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue. Crue.
The sound of the motorcycles that started the theme woke everyone up.
Mariela approached the table. She took a shot of whiskey. She handed me her hand, inviting me to dance.
-Come on, Adriana, let's be grateful...-
I looked at her. I also took a shot of whiskey, and we started dancing.
We unleashed a set of unanticipated sensuality, our own. We gave each other kisses like never before, touching in front of those guys who held their heads with their elbow on the table.
Smiles began to appear on their faces.
For moments, we thought we were putting on a Moulin Rouge show, and it was brutally fun.
When the theme ended, we stopped dancing.
After a silence, the place erupted into applause with genuine enthusiasm.
We saluted them by showing our butt and kissing the mouth of the guy who invited us to take shots. He was a nice skinny guy.
When we left, already on the street, we wondered why he wasn't the first man we would share. And we went out onto the street with that doubt in our heads.
...
Counting among the good things about this job, that night at Cabildo stop also came to mind.
Those two punk girls who danced sensually, warming everyone up. Divine, extremely funny. I always wanted to run into them again! They were so crazy that I never forgot them. That was another time when technically I wasn't unfaithful to Patricia, but the feeling of guilt prevented me from enjoying it as much as I deserved.
I know if I had gone with the flow, I would have taken both of them away.
It seems like I can still feel their kisses, I imagine them moving those beautiful booties and my cock gets hard thinking about it. I'm a jerk!
I didn't live for being faithful to a cutie who now leaves me for someone else.
Sometimes I think that if instead of Patricia, I had hooked up with one of those two beauties who filled me with joy that night, I would be happy today.
...
-Adriana Vilches?!-
-Mariela Rieznik?!-
-Yes, yes, yes!
-Ahhhhh!
We melted into a endless hug. We couldn't let go of each other. It was like turning back time ten years ago. We felt like time had never passed. Mariela, as always, surprised me by kissing me on the mouth. I didn't resist. Although I was surprised. I looked at her well, and she was still beautiful as always. We had already caught up via mail, with all the gossip, about how she had separated from a stupid guy and was tired of the quiet world she was in. She was a manager at a cable company where she had met the stupid guy (as she calls her ex) and had done nothing but be unhappy for all this time. -Let's get drunk, Adriana, let's feel like Cleopatras again, take out all the snakes we can from their slip baskets.- Our laughter multiplied. We entered a bar that seemed like a trap. We drank, sitting in those corner seats with low tables. We drank a lot. We started to loosen up. We looked at each other for an instant and left with our smiles drawn on our faces. I felt very happy, like I hadn't been in years. I saw her eyes and all our stories projected in front of me. We were terrible flirtatious girls. But we had never slept together... I think our gazes spoke, and it was Mariela, as always, who took the first step. She told me I was beautiful and ate my mouth up. She hugged me. I relaxed and hugged her back with force. We kissed deeper. I got excited and this time wanted to be the bold one between us. Without stopping kissing her, I touched her breasts, which rose and fell with the agitation of her breathing. Mariela always had big breasts. They were still firm like they used to be. Her soft skin always generated excitement in me. She pressed herself against me and took advantage of it to lower my hands to her thighs. She looked at me with fire in her eyes, close up. -You're making me very hot, Adri, and you know we're dangerous together- -I know, and I think it's time for us not to stop and pay ourselves back for what we've been owing each other for a long time. Let's be the ones we used to be tonight. We who are ourselves. Let's ravage each other again. Let's be the most provocative ones once more. Let's make them desire us as we always did! Let them beg to fuck us. Let's be the empresses, the Cleopatras, let's go out and take what we want, give ourselves the pleasure of being the most sluts, but together. Let's find someone to enjoy us. Let's get a guy like never before. Let's see ourselves share, share ourselves, and drunk with laughter, while we suck each other off one cock. Let's make everyone hot! You taught me how to be happy, to know my body, to enjoy touching myself, even how to enjoy sucking a cock! But we never did it together...
I don't know what was happening, I couldn't stop talking.
I realized, in me had slept the true desire of the flesh all this time. The sight of Mariela again unleashed that madness.
We kept kissing, getting hotter. Already at the place some started to notice our behavior: - Look, Adri, that guy over there, he's already touching himself... we're still the hottest ones! – The laughter was so loud that nobody stopped looking at us anymore.
Mariela went to the bathroom and said:
-I'm coming back, are you in?-
I answered yes.
Before leaving, she grabbed my chin and brought her wet lips close to mine. She kissed me again.
-I don't see the time until I see you with a cumshot in that slut's mouth- and she left.
I sat down, feeling observed, I was excited, couldn't deny it.
The bartender wasn't taking his eyes off me.
I decided to please him. I leaned over the table, as if looking for something, and showed him my bum, exposing my thong since I had lifted my skirt.
Just then, Mariela returned. She saw my move.
The girl came closer, pulled down my skirt completely, and exposed my entire ass to the air.
Looking at the bartender, she said: -I think what you're seeing is already payment for what we've taken, isn't it?-
He stuttered several times before he could say yes.
I put my skirt back up and we left the place between catcalls and declarations of love. In the corner, after recovering from laughter after so many laughs, we hugged tightly. We leaned on each other tenderly. A block away, we see a taxi coming. -And are we looking for a third to fulfill the debts we owe, student?-' she said, acting like Professor Mariela. Meanwhile, I stopped the taxi. -What if we give it to the driver?- almost came out without thinking. The car stopped. We got in, between mischievous smiles. The conductor looked at us as if he knew us. A smile was drawing on his face, illuminating his face like when good memories come back. -Hi girls, long time…-' The two of us looked at each other without understanding. He stayed there. -Don't mind me, I mixed them up with some old friends... Where am I taking you?-' Mariela gave me an elbow nudge and a head nod. It was the chosen one, who would have both of us that night. To me, the guy's face seemed familiar. We looked at each other three times, and we laughed like fools. -Let's go wherever you want, sweetie, you just won the bingo and we're the prize.- The laughter turned into hyena voices. It was impossible not to laugh, the proposal had sounded so cheesy that it seemed like a soap opera from the afternoon...
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Maravilloso, super recomendado
(Parece que me gustó, ¿no?)