http://m.poringa.net/posts/relatos/3018864/Vacaciones-en-casa-rodante.htmlFor those who didn't read the first part up there is the link After that beautiful powder, we changed and went to the agreed-upon bar. We arrived around 10 pm, already some girls, a couple, and two guys were there. They were sitting in the back on low tables like living rooms. The bar was very nice and austere, like almost all of Uruguay. Well-painted, meticulous, with some drawings and phrases on the walls, the backyard where we were had a wooden bar, a semi-covered part with several tables and an open center, ideal for seeing the stars that night. Half an hour after we arrived, the whole gang was already there; we were just three couples: a French guy, two Chileans, and the rest Argentines and Uruguayans.
The atmosphere at the table was the same as in the afternoon: all young people on vacation, talking about music, telling jokes, talking about beaches, etc. The guy I don't know if it was by chance or his own spark sat down next to us, or rather, she did, since when she arrived, several of us were standing up, moving tables and making space for the 15 of us to enter comfortably.
We each ordered our individual pizzas with different flavors, some of us swapped portions to try different tastes and asked for liter-sized beers for everyone. The pleasant, varied music was at just the right volume. And by around midnight, we were all still talking and shouting more happily. The conversations with the guy were completely normal: things about when you first get to know someone, work, faculty, travel destinations, some other jokes. The place was filling up and the path to the bathroom gave the impression of being in a barlike setting, like they used to say in my neighborhood, many people standing, already some tables had been lifted, the music louder and more lively.
On one of those trips (When I take beer, I'm going to pee every five minutes) I went back to the patio and there were several guys standing around the table, others dancing, and among them Charo and Danilo. We never got possessive, and we're used to leaving with friends from hers or mine, even Mixed, so seeing her dance was something normal. The community beers had already been paid for and were finished, so I went to the bar and asked for a whiskysito (12 years old👌) and, like at 20, leaned against the bar with my glass in hand to enjoy the view: beautiful buttocks walking around the bar, the cleavage of a brunette at the end of the bar, a green-eyed Brazilian who was dancing nearby! Beauties of the night! And for the first time in my life, I felt something different when seeing my partner having so much fun with someone else. Only those who lived or felt something similar can understand it fully. It's a gut feeling, nervous contradiction, anxiety, morbidness, fever (?), I don't know how to explain it well. My girlfriend was super nice, relaxed, they were dancing like they had known each other since high school, the guy would whisper something in her ear every now and then and she would die laughing without losing sensuality at any moment. I was looking on in awe, and in a dialectical attack of love and anger, I sent a message to W App: - I love how you move your ass to the guy. What a beautiful face you put on when dancing. I had already forgotten all the booties around me, I couldn't stop looking at them. In a moment they stopped dancing and came over where most of us were, other guys had ordered more beer, it was served and we all raised our glasses together. After clinking our glasses together four or five times, they two looked at each other and raised their glasses alone, took a little and started talking and laughing. They were already talking closer because the music was louder (?). She wasn't looking at her phone. I had finished my whiskey and asked for another one. While waiting for them to prepare it, I sent another message: - Don't stop looking at the guy's mouth. I looked at the time of the last message I had sent, 11 minutes had passed, I felt like a voyeur from a French movie in the 70s. Already with my second glass in hand, I turned around and Charo was walking towards me, as if she had suddenly remembered that I had a boyfriend. He came over with the glass and said -Ah, I see you're having it bad eh! And he ate my mouth, put his tongue on the side and I realized I was hot and already a little drunk. I grabbed his belt and bit his lower lip, held him tight and grabbed his hair -Mepa, aren't you also having it bad? He smiled and came back to eat my mouth again, bit me, separated from me and with that double-meaning smile left me saying he was going to the bathroom. In my head, the Demon of Tasmania and the Hulk Man were fighting against my neurons. I never would have thought a similar situation could happen, let alone with my girlfriend being so natural about it. I looked at my phone and saw how the gray tilde turned blue. Chan. I didn't know what was happening to me, but something in me told me to keep playing. In less than three minutes, my girlfriend came back again, even more smiling -What's up, my love? Are you crazy? Even more smiling -Why? -I answered, pretending not to care. She lowered the level of irony/picardiness and said more paternalistically -Why did you send those messages? I was just dancing, nothing more- -Mmmm it seems to me that you weren't SOLO dancing- I hugged her, gave her a kiss on the mouth and looking at her eyes told her -Love, you're done in two seconds before coming here while I was talking about him. We always talk about being a free couple and knowing what's up. It seems to me that it turns you on, and .. -She interrupted me and spoke over -Love, he's really handsome and nice, yes, but nothing, don't be an idiot -And if I tell you everything is fine and even a little bit liked seeing you get hot and how your eyes sparkled at you? I finished saying that and felt stranger than when I saw them dancing, to boot, without her recognizing it yet today, her eyes sparkled again. That sparkle of a woman who knows how to enjoy the game of seduction and complicity. -I'm peeing- I said, and leaving for the bathroom gave her a wet kiss, grabbed her. From the face, and stuttering I whispered to her -Let yourself be carried away love, stop. I love you. In the bathroom I went to think next to one of my eternal friends: the glass. While I was peeing, flashing anything, my balls had become a grape due to nerves and sighing I said the same thing to her as I did to myself -It's already been champion, let yourself be carried away. I returned where the group was concentrating, they had already set up the tables, and of course, the guy chatting with Charo. I observed him from afar, he was really good-looking, chubby, short-haired, had a muscular body and arms and back that trained, not exaggerated, but rather fibrous. And to top it off, I liked him because he wasn't arrogant and everything was pleasant for both of us. I passed by her side and kissed her mouth while touching her ass playfully, she responded with the humidity of her mouth. There was already a certain plus between us that night, without talking much, something was different. -Eeeehh, how do they eat ahead of the poor- Danilo said, and Charo responded -Poor you? With that face, guys must be overflowing with cuties. Danilo -Do you see any cutie nearby mine? -Well, there's one here I said more committed She laughed and he didn't know what to say. Uncomfortable silence. So I changed the subject by asking where she was parking, and she responded in a campsite that was quite far away. I told her we would take it when she wanted to leave. We were with the truck, the mobile house had been left a few blocks away from the bar on a quieter street. -It's going great! She said innocently (?) The night continued normally, it was after 3 am, we had all taken quite a bit, I approached Charo and told her I wanted to screw her whole. -Let's go to the mobile house, I also want to screw you. -We have to take the guy- I remembered. -Okay, let me ask if he wants to leave now -And she turned towards where Danilo was. They started talking, laughing, and Charo brought him along by the hand. -What are you doing, Dani? I asked confidentially -We want to take off. -Go easy, Besides the camping is far away, in one of those there's a police control and with what you dug up... I- In Uruguay, police control? Come on, buddy, we'll take you quickly because besides we got drunk Danilo- Naaa, besides they make us want to pity the poor ones -he repeated the same joke Charo- Leave being humble alone, give it to Danilo- Why? Do they think they're going to share? I think he left us face-to-face with the answer but Charo wasn't going to shrink at that height -Look how bold! Of last in the little house there's an extra bed, you can sleep there and we won't risk them stopping somewhere else, but well, as you want. (Between the table and the benches in the living room you can set up a single bed like in almost all mobile homes) -Rare silence- Danilo- Yes, I see they're getting drunker and I'm on the other bed looking like an idiot Charo- Good, we'll see that later 😉 My capacity for amazement that night exceeded all limits, or so I thought until that moment. Well, just like yesterday I started writing thinking about finishing the story. It's the first time I write and I'm trying to tell everything in the best way. Tomorrow surely I'll finish it. To not leave them so anxious, I'll upload some photos of Charo
The atmosphere at the table was the same as in the afternoon: all young people on vacation, talking about music, telling jokes, talking about beaches, etc. The guy I don't know if it was by chance or his own spark sat down next to us, or rather, she did, since when she arrived, several of us were standing up, moving tables and making space for the 15 of us to enter comfortably.
We each ordered our individual pizzas with different flavors, some of us swapped portions to try different tastes and asked for liter-sized beers for everyone. The pleasant, varied music was at just the right volume. And by around midnight, we were all still talking and shouting more happily. The conversations with the guy were completely normal: things about when you first get to know someone, work, faculty, travel destinations, some other jokes. The place was filling up and the path to the bathroom gave the impression of being in a barlike setting, like they used to say in my neighborhood, many people standing, already some tables had been lifted, the music louder and more lively.
On one of those trips (When I take beer, I'm going to pee every five minutes) I went back to the patio and there were several guys standing around the table, others dancing, and among them Charo and Danilo. We never got possessive, and we're used to leaving with friends from hers or mine, even Mixed, so seeing her dance was something normal. The community beers had already been paid for and were finished, so I went to the bar and asked for a whiskysito (12 years old👌) and, like at 20, leaned against the bar with my glass in hand to enjoy the view: beautiful buttocks walking around the bar, the cleavage of a brunette at the end of the bar, a green-eyed Brazilian who was dancing nearby! Beauties of the night! And for the first time in my life, I felt something different when seeing my partner having so much fun with someone else. Only those who lived or felt something similar can understand it fully. It's a gut feeling, nervous contradiction, anxiety, morbidness, fever (?), I don't know how to explain it well. My girlfriend was super nice, relaxed, they were dancing like they had known each other since high school, the guy would whisper something in her ear every now and then and she would die laughing without losing sensuality at any moment. I was looking on in awe, and in a dialectical attack of love and anger, I sent a message to W App: - I love how you move your ass to the guy. What a beautiful face you put on when dancing. I had already forgotten all the booties around me, I couldn't stop looking at them. In a moment they stopped dancing and came over where most of us were, other guys had ordered more beer, it was served and we all raised our glasses together. After clinking our glasses together four or five times, they two looked at each other and raised their glasses alone, took a little and started talking and laughing. They were already talking closer because the music was louder (?). She wasn't looking at her phone. I had finished my whiskey and asked for another one. While waiting for them to prepare it, I sent another message: - Don't stop looking at the guy's mouth. I looked at the time of the last message I had sent, 11 minutes had passed, I felt like a voyeur from a French movie in the 70s. Already with my second glass in hand, I turned around and Charo was walking towards me, as if she had suddenly remembered that I had a boyfriend. He came over with the glass and said -Ah, I see you're having it bad eh! And he ate my mouth, put his tongue on the side and I realized I was hot and already a little drunk. I grabbed his belt and bit his lower lip, held him tight and grabbed his hair -Mepa, aren't you also having it bad? He smiled and came back to eat my mouth again, bit me, separated from me and with that double-meaning smile left me saying he was going to the bathroom. In my head, the Demon of Tasmania and the Hulk Man were fighting against my neurons. I never would have thought a similar situation could happen, let alone with my girlfriend being so natural about it. I looked at my phone and saw how the gray tilde turned blue. Chan. I didn't know what was happening to me, but something in me told me to keep playing. In less than three minutes, my girlfriend came back again, even more smiling -What's up, my love? Are you crazy? Even more smiling -Why? -I answered, pretending not to care. She lowered the level of irony/picardiness and said more paternalistically -Why did you send those messages? I was just dancing, nothing more- -Mmmm it seems to me that you weren't SOLO dancing- I hugged her, gave her a kiss on the mouth and looking at her eyes told her -Love, you're done in two seconds before coming here while I was talking about him. We always talk about being a free couple and knowing what's up. It seems to me that it turns you on, and .. -She interrupted me and spoke over -Love, he's really handsome and nice, yes, but nothing, don't be an idiot -And if I tell you everything is fine and even a little bit liked seeing you get hot and how your eyes sparkled at you? I finished saying that and felt stranger than when I saw them dancing, to boot, without her recognizing it yet today, her eyes sparkled again. That sparkle of a woman who knows how to enjoy the game of seduction and complicity. -I'm peeing- I said, and leaving for the bathroom gave her a wet kiss, grabbed her. From the face, and stuttering I whispered to her -Let yourself be carried away love, stop. I love you. In the bathroom I went to think next to one of my eternal friends: the glass. While I was peeing, flashing anything, my balls had become a grape due to nerves and sighing I said the same thing to her as I did to myself -It's already been champion, let yourself be carried away. I returned where the group was concentrating, they had already set up the tables, and of course, the guy chatting with Charo. I observed him from afar, he was really good-looking, chubby, short-haired, had a muscular body and arms and back that trained, not exaggerated, but rather fibrous. And to top it off, I liked him because he wasn't arrogant and everything was pleasant for both of us. I passed by her side and kissed her mouth while touching her ass playfully, she responded with the humidity of her mouth. There was already a certain plus between us that night, without talking much, something was different. -Eeeehh, how do they eat ahead of the poor- Danilo said, and Charo responded -Poor you? With that face, guys must be overflowing with cuties. Danilo -Do you see any cutie nearby mine? -Well, there's one here I said more committed She laughed and he didn't know what to say. Uncomfortable silence. So I changed the subject by asking where she was parking, and she responded in a campsite that was quite far away. I told her we would take it when she wanted to leave. We were with the truck, the mobile house had been left a few blocks away from the bar on a quieter street. -It's going great! She said innocently (?) The night continued normally, it was after 3 am, we had all taken quite a bit, I approached Charo and told her I wanted to screw her whole. -Let's go to the mobile house, I also want to screw you. -We have to take the guy- I remembered. -Okay, let me ask if he wants to leave now -And she turned towards where Danilo was. They started talking, laughing, and Charo brought him along by the hand. -What are you doing, Dani? I asked confidentially -We want to take off. -Go easy, Besides the camping is far away, in one of those there's a police control and with what you dug up... I- In Uruguay, police control? Come on, buddy, we'll take you quickly because besides we got drunk Danilo- Naaa, besides they make us want to pity the poor ones -he repeated the same joke Charo- Leave being humble alone, give it to Danilo- Why? Do they think they're going to share? I think he left us face-to-face with the answer but Charo wasn't going to shrink at that height -Look how bold! Of last in the little house there's an extra bed, you can sleep there and we won't risk them stopping somewhere else, but well, as you want. (Between the table and the benches in the living room you can set up a single bed like in almost all mobile homes) -Rare silence- Danilo- Yes, I see they're getting drunker and I'm on the other bed looking like an idiot Charo- Good, we'll see that later 😉 My capacity for amazement that night exceeded all limits, or so I thought until that moment. Well, just like yesterday I started writing thinking about finishing the story. It's the first time I write and I'm trying to tell everything in the best way. Tomorrow surely I'll finish it. To not leave them so anxious, I'll upload some photos of Charo
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ni hablar del lomaso sexy de tu wife.... saludos