In the company there was a trade union conflict. My workplace, Technology Management, was a separate department, about 1,500 meters from the central building, and in total we didn't exceed 15 people, of whom four were women: Marta, a project manager and doctor of physics, Alicia and Matilde, technical assistants with training, and Hilda, the manager's assistant. The first three were nice, talkative, and willing to joke around and have fun. They weren't young or sculptural, but they were pleasant-looking, so it wasn't rare for us men to get our hearts racing when we saw one of them. Hilda was already very mature and had a pleasant demeanor, but she didn't fit the bill in terms of feminine attraction. Of all of them, Matilde was the one who most caught my attention. Married like the other girls, at 36 years old, I was six years older than her and experiencing strong seduction from her. Every time we were alone and I made a move, she would firmly reject me with phrases like: I have a husband and three kids... do you think I'm free to play around?... find someone younger and uncommitted.... Are you proposing we share a bed?... don't even dream it.... I don't want to complicate my life... go find another girl who's into that sort of thing.... If you're going to cheat on your wife... don't count on me!. However, my minimum hypothesis was that despite the rejections, she was at least interested in what didn't give up. And so Matilde kept me on edge for months. Until one Wednesday, when we were all called to a meeting in the central building to discuss measures of resistance and, to facilitate attendance, the trade union committee declared a work stoppage from 14 to 18 hours. The manager had traveled to Brazil and was returning that night, so we could have closed the building and gone to the meeting together, but by mutual agreement with my colleagues... I stayed to advance the preparation of an extensive report that we had to submit outside the next morning. After finishing the assembly, other involved parties would find out by phone about the progress and, if they deemed it necessary, join me in the task to ensure we arrived on time. Matilde and Alicia remained with me to collaborate on preparing data, precedents, tables, diagrams, and graphics for the report.
Minutes before 3 pm, Alicia said she felt unwell, revealing a strong arrhythmia. We called her husband, who commented that the problem wasn't new or very worrying, that he would take care of it and call the medical emergency service he had contracted. An ambulance arrived shortly and took the girl to a clinic for treatment.
We returned to our offices. I didn't take long to realize the favorable situation: we were only Matilde and I left in front of us with at least two hours. I went back to her, sat down beside her, and pretended to pay attention to her explanation on the computer screen while putting my hand on her leg. She removed it with a sudden movement towards her right without looking at me. I insisted a few seconds later. New movement but less brusque than the previous one.
-.....Juuulio!!...Please don't keep going...we can't, ...understand?!...
-.....Do I wonder why?...What's stopping us?...-
I didn't respond then and added:
-.....If someone likes us, not being able to enjoy them or it due to social norms or religious prohibitions is really a perversion, a perversion that churches and society cursing the nature of humanity apply, which carries the other sex - and I went back at it with my hand on her... left leg. This time there was no rejection.
- I undress for you...I felt like you're putting me...- took her left hand and brought it over my bulge. She stayed with both hands quiet, one on the mouse and the other on my eel that struggled to free itself from the pants closure.
My hand, on the other hand, ventured under Matilde's skirt, which she had opened slightly, before maintaining a knee-to-knee position, and progressed rapidly until I could feel her pussy with the tip of my fingers above the pantyhose. She didn't last long under the intimate caress, kissed me, returned the kiss by eating her lips, her hand came to life and began to manipulate my erect sex. I felt her crotch getting wet, pulled down her skirt enough to use my index and thumb to rub her clitoris. Matilde relaxed, changed her right hand from mouse to blind snake; for that, she lowered the pants closure and decided to enter my erect member, as if wanting to masturbate me.
- You're more beautiful than ever today...Vamos mamuchi......there's a comfortable sofa in the management office...if so? –
- I'm scared...someone might come...I'll die if we get caught doing it...-
- The one who will die if we delay any longer is me...- got up and forced her to follow me.
- Juliooo!!...we're going to be late with work..- protested without conviction, but stopped our walk towards the upper floor.
- Don't worry...in extreme cases I'll come early tomorrow and finish on time so that the manager can sign it off and send it as planned...come on...do you want or not?-
- ...it's not that...but...-
We completed the route, entered the office, and embraced and kissed each other passionately. I opened her skirt closure and pulled it up over her head. Her blouse joined her other garment on the floor. My pants and shirt followed, and we fell onto the large corner sofa, embracing. We kissed on the lips, sweetly, in a long, soft caress. Our tongues played, intertwined. My hands unbuttoned her corset until I reached her breasts and caressed them in a circular motion, lightly pinching her nipples, hers caressing me with more confidence each time. Her breasts received a suckling worthy of the most famished guachos while, parallel to this, she feverishly caressed my buttocks and wet sex. I was inflamed and she truly enchanted, clearly enjoying what I did to her and how I did it. She externalized her approval with sighs of appreciation.
The underwear and boxer briefs fell on the parquet without further delay; I settled over her, continued kissing her while invading her hot cave with my cock; she felt totally unbridled, yearning, avid for ecstasy, bodies entwined, almost savage... - This way! This way! she repeated agitatedly.
She surrendered herself unconditionally to the enjoyment without repressing the most diverse vocal expressions of her pleasure. I was flying through the stratosphere of eroticism. I'll never know how many minutes we were making love; it seemed too brief to me; after them, I observed how our movements, mine and hers, increased their speed and impetus, anticipating the climax... A prolonged siiiiiiiiii... and a sigh born in the depths of her chest announced that she had finished, just moments before I did. I kissed her, hugged her more tightly, and caressed her long hair before leaving her.
Matilde was seized by the urgency to recompose herself; her fear of some colleague returning to the office reappeared. She refused to stay in bed as I asked: No Julio!... That's enough... another day and in another place we'll give ourselves more time... today, let's not tempt fate... siii? - She gathered her scattered clothes and rushed to the bathroom.
The other day alluded to and promised was the following week at Hotel Osiris near Puerto Madero. We left work by Separated, at mid-afternoon, pretending I didn't remember what procedures and we devoured each other for three hours. Matilde, unconditioned by fear of being caught in flagrante delicto, was inexpressible making love. And her body, made to my exact measure, provoked my senses almost animal-like.
The image that reproduces my mind of the intimate and erotic dance in which our bodies entwined, feverish, even when we are far apart in space and time, ignites me like a spark would ignite a pile of dry leaves.
When I arrived at the room, I opened the door, took her hand, and dragged her inside like a Neanderthal to his woman.
I undressed myself and ripped off hers, looked into her eyes, wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her firmly towards my naked body, and began kissing her. Her tongue entered my mouth, my tongue entered hers, while we caressed each other without pause, her breasts pressed against my chest, my cock tense against her pubis, her moisture becoming more and more evident.
I threw her onto the bed, and stood in front of her, avidly gazing at her body, showing off, proud, my member ready for action. Caught up in excitement, seconds later, I opened her legs, dipped my tongue into her moist sex, making her shudder with pleasure. I accurately controlled the pressure of my tongue to make her explode in hundreds of moans and tremble with agitated and sudden movements.
She implored me to stop. She begged me to take her.
Obediently, I climbed on top of her, while kissing her mouth, I introduced my cock into her palpitating pussy, which accompanied the penetration by contracting and dilating alternately.
The sex was brutal, bordering on savagery. Matilde articulated truncated words, sounds, and barbarities. She gave me, between two of her orgasms, the famous Singapore kiss, with alucinants movements of suction from my cock in her pussy. Then I released all my cum and She came for the last time in that enormous powder. But neither of us assumed as a conclusion the extraordinary, monstrous, enormous screwing. Returned to a state of semi-normality, after a short pause, she drew her amatory ritual to lead the actions. She kissed my lips briefly, explored with her tongue and lips every inch of my chest and belly until her mouth found its target. Again erect, hard, my member ready to be devoured, licked, sucked. She spent her time enjoying it, aware that her pleasure was also mine. She climbed on top of me slowly, grasped and harmonized my cock without shame, inserted herself fully and started with slow, then frenetic, thrusts, completing the penetration. With one hand, I caressed her breasts with the other her buttocks. In our gazes, it was clearly visible in each of her thrusts that we were in another world, where the sublime, timeless, ecstasy reigned. When the senses' exaltation no longer fit, we merged into the second excellent explosion and ended together. I suspect that at home, Matilde didn't find what her genes demanded. It seemed like she succeeded with me since that day of union strike, we've been lovers, met regularly, and enjoyed with increasing fullness and delight, the most pleasant commandment of evolution: Sex. Nothing lasts forever but its memory is indelible.
Minutes before 3 pm, Alicia said she felt unwell, revealing a strong arrhythmia. We called her husband, who commented that the problem wasn't new or very worrying, that he would take care of it and call the medical emergency service he had contracted. An ambulance arrived shortly and took the girl to a clinic for treatment.
We returned to our offices. I didn't take long to realize the favorable situation: we were only Matilde and I left in front of us with at least two hours. I went back to her, sat down beside her, and pretended to pay attention to her explanation on the computer screen while putting my hand on her leg. She removed it with a sudden movement towards her right without looking at me. I insisted a few seconds later. New movement but less brusque than the previous one.
-.....Juuulio!!...Please don't keep going...we can't, ...understand?!...
-.....Do I wonder why?...What's stopping us?...-
I didn't respond then and added:
-.....If someone likes us, not being able to enjoy them or it due to social norms or religious prohibitions is really a perversion, a perversion that churches and society cursing the nature of humanity apply, which carries the other sex - and I went back at it with my hand on her... left leg. This time there was no rejection.
- I undress for you...I felt like you're putting me...- took her left hand and brought it over my bulge. She stayed with both hands quiet, one on the mouse and the other on my eel that struggled to free itself from the pants closure.
My hand, on the other hand, ventured under Matilde's skirt, which she had opened slightly, before maintaining a knee-to-knee position, and progressed rapidly until I could feel her pussy with the tip of my fingers above the pantyhose. She didn't last long under the intimate caress, kissed me, returned the kiss by eating her lips, her hand came to life and began to manipulate my erect sex. I felt her crotch getting wet, pulled down her skirt enough to use my index and thumb to rub her clitoris. Matilde relaxed, changed her right hand from mouse to blind snake; for that, she lowered the pants closure and decided to enter my erect member, as if wanting to masturbate me.
- You're more beautiful than ever today...Vamos mamuchi......there's a comfortable sofa in the management office...if so? –
- I'm scared...someone might come...I'll die if we get caught doing it...-
- The one who will die if we delay any longer is me...- got up and forced her to follow me.
- Juliooo!!...we're going to be late with work..- protested without conviction, but stopped our walk towards the upper floor.
- Don't worry...in extreme cases I'll come early tomorrow and finish on time so that the manager can sign it off and send it as planned...come on...do you want or not?-
- ...it's not that...but...-
We completed the route, entered the office, and embraced and kissed each other passionately. I opened her skirt closure and pulled it up over her head. Her blouse joined her other garment on the floor. My pants and shirt followed, and we fell onto the large corner sofa, embracing. We kissed on the lips, sweetly, in a long, soft caress. Our tongues played, intertwined. My hands unbuttoned her corset until I reached her breasts and caressed them in a circular motion, lightly pinching her nipples, hers caressing me with more confidence each time. Her breasts received a suckling worthy of the most famished guachos while, parallel to this, she feverishly caressed my buttocks and wet sex. I was inflamed and she truly enchanted, clearly enjoying what I did to her and how I did it. She externalized her approval with sighs of appreciation.
The underwear and boxer briefs fell on the parquet without further delay; I settled over her, continued kissing her while invading her hot cave with my cock; she felt totally unbridled, yearning, avid for ecstasy, bodies entwined, almost savage... - This way! This way! she repeated agitatedly.
She surrendered herself unconditionally to the enjoyment without repressing the most diverse vocal expressions of her pleasure. I was flying through the stratosphere of eroticism. I'll never know how many minutes we were making love; it seemed too brief to me; after them, I observed how our movements, mine and hers, increased their speed and impetus, anticipating the climax... A prolonged siiiiiiiiii... and a sigh born in the depths of her chest announced that she had finished, just moments before I did. I kissed her, hugged her more tightly, and caressed her long hair before leaving her.
Matilde was seized by the urgency to recompose herself; her fear of some colleague returning to the office reappeared. She refused to stay in bed as I asked: No Julio!... That's enough... another day and in another place we'll give ourselves more time... today, let's not tempt fate... siii? - She gathered her scattered clothes and rushed to the bathroom.
The other day alluded to and promised was the following week at Hotel Osiris near Puerto Madero. We left work by Separated, at mid-afternoon, pretending I didn't remember what procedures and we devoured each other for three hours. Matilde, unconditioned by fear of being caught in flagrante delicto, was inexpressible making love. And her body, made to my exact measure, provoked my senses almost animal-like.
The image that reproduces my mind of the intimate and erotic dance in which our bodies entwined, feverish, even when we are far apart in space and time, ignites me like a spark would ignite a pile of dry leaves.
When I arrived at the room, I opened the door, took her hand, and dragged her inside like a Neanderthal to his woman.
I undressed myself and ripped off hers, looked into her eyes, wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her firmly towards my naked body, and began kissing her. Her tongue entered my mouth, my tongue entered hers, while we caressed each other without pause, her breasts pressed against my chest, my cock tense against her pubis, her moisture becoming more and more evident.
I threw her onto the bed, and stood in front of her, avidly gazing at her body, showing off, proud, my member ready for action. Caught up in excitement, seconds later, I opened her legs, dipped my tongue into her moist sex, making her shudder with pleasure. I accurately controlled the pressure of my tongue to make her explode in hundreds of moans and tremble with agitated and sudden movements.
She implored me to stop. She begged me to take her.
Obediently, I climbed on top of her, while kissing her mouth, I introduced my cock into her palpitating pussy, which accompanied the penetration by contracting and dilating alternately.
The sex was brutal, bordering on savagery. Matilde articulated truncated words, sounds, and barbarities. She gave me, between two of her orgasms, the famous Singapore kiss, with alucinants movements of suction from my cock in her pussy. Then I released all my cum and She came for the last time in that enormous powder. But neither of us assumed as a conclusion the extraordinary, monstrous, enormous screwing. Returned to a state of semi-normality, after a short pause, she drew her amatory ritual to lead the actions. She kissed my lips briefly, explored with her tongue and lips every inch of my chest and belly until her mouth found its target. Again erect, hard, my member ready to be devoured, licked, sucked. She spent her time enjoying it, aware that her pleasure was also mine. She climbed on top of me slowly, grasped and harmonized my cock without shame, inserted herself fully and started with slow, then frenetic, thrusts, completing the penetration. With one hand, I caressed her breasts with the other her buttocks. In our gazes, it was clearly visible in each of her thrusts that we were in another world, where the sublime, timeless, ecstasy reigned. When the senses' exaltation no longer fit, we merged into the second excellent explosion and ended together. I suspect that at home, Matilde didn't find what her genes demanded. It seemed like she succeeded with me since that day of union strike, we've been lovers, met regularly, and enjoyed with increasing fullness and delight, the most pleasant commandment of evolution: Sex. Nothing lasts forever but its memory is indelible.
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